“Who owns you, pet?”“You do, Sir.”“Who owns your clit?”“You do, Sir.”“Are you happily owned?”“Very much so, Sir. I am your very...happily owned pet. All of me.” That was so true. She felt like she’d found her place in the world, found a Dom that would tease her and use her, that knew every wicked thought hidden deep inside. But he also took care of her, gave her all the affection she so needed. Every few days it felt like he owned even more of her, that she would relax the tiniest bit more. Then she asked about the video we were watching earlier.It was like time froze. Mike and I stopped our clumsy massage of her feet and John held himself still against her as we looked at her and Bobby.He was pretty cool about it though and just told her what it was and laughed. We expected her to be pissed but all she did was look back at the game we had been ignoring. We were even more surprised when she told him to bring the video back up!Mike and I went back to massaging her feet and running. We can't just loan them out," he said.I started to say something when he looked up and saw someone walk in the door. He turned to the other man and said, "Mr. Jackson, how may I help you today?" I'm expecting some guests this morning," he said."Excuse me," I said.The attendant turned and said, "Just a minute, can't you see I'm talking to Phil Jackson." Son, I wasn't speaking to you," I said with an attitude. "I was trying to address Mr. Jackson."The attendant was clearly posturing to say. “Doris?” Jane said sweetly, drawing her out of whatever dark fantasies she was having about Brad’s emotional ruin. “Did you notice how interested in John that lady cop was?”That got my attention too. “What?!!?” I sputtered. “She ... What?!!? She was not! That’s ... Pfft! I was a suspect in the case, that’s all! Don’t you start. Sissy’s already rating all the women in the office to try and find someone to occupy my time once you go back to Chicago and Doris finds the house that she wants.”“I.