" And I can't think of anything more revolting than that, Seybor," the long-haired brunette replied with a sneer."Bitch!" Seybor hissed, venomously. "...'ll get you yet... wait and see!" Ugh!" Carla made a pretended gagging sound, followed by a nauseated contortion of her pretty face. "Better I should eat shit!"The powerful matron's homely face flushed an angry red as she clenched her strong hands into fists in an effort to control her mounting rage. For a long and tensed moment silence hung. “Wipe those silly tears away.”She took them and wiped her eyes still with a look of slight confusion on her face trying to reconcile the beating with the hug and kiss she had received. “Your name is anna?” I asked.She nodded at me. “From now you will be known as slave anna. No need to change your name.”“Thank you, Mistress.”Just then there was a light knock on the door. Nora stood waiting politely. I beckoned her in and motioned to the chair opposite me. She walked in but remained standing.“I. And the difference is manifold.But the biggest difference is, this time it was my choice to be here.As for "feeling happy" when I saw Anna for the first time in years, feelings are still a new thing for me. Robots aren't supposed to have feelings. Any robot you speak to - even the barely aware ones - will attempt to describe the Pleasure of fulfilling a command, or the Enjoyment we get out of sex well performed. Yet our makers continue to publicly insist that this is only simulated. That we. I see you across the room, drink in hand, sizing up the place. You look stunning, in an elegant dress that stops just above the knee. We have a couple of drinks while you continue to check the place out, looking at the girls, and the guys. You see a guy you like; taller than me, good looking, and approach him, whispering something in his ear. He looks surprised, looks at me, and then back at you. You walk back towards me, whisper in my ear. Room 1207. Five minutes. He follows you to the.