"Am I really, Sally?"Really what, Master?"She was confused by how I addressed her with her name. Normally, I use 'my Love' to address her when she was...a Sub."Am I your 'Master'?"She didn't answer for a while. When she did it was with her head bowed completely down, her chin resting on her chest. The jeweled collar must have been choking her."To be completely honest, I don't know. Sometimes, when you are focused, you are my Master. Other times I sense you are unsure or defocused. You try to. Jordan turned away from his office door, trying tohide his tears from anyone who might be walking by."Oh, honey, it's okay," Anna said, soothingly. "I was mad, but Iunderstand it was just an accident. It wasn't your fault." But it *was* my fault," Jordan cried. "I was the one who left thecurling iron on which caused the fire." But I was the one who made you use the curling iron in the firstplace, don't you see? So we share responsibility." Oh Anna, bless you," Jordan said, her words making him. First lets get all his details down on the form.”My aunt gave Ellen all the details, such as my date of birth, height and the exact time that I had been sperming. Once all this was complete, Ellen pressed the ‘go’ button and a soft humming started up from the body of the machine.I became aware of an incredible sensation of stroking around the head of my cock. More lanolin poured onto me and the stroking and milking progressed along the length of my cock. I gasped at the sensation and. Like me." I was silent. "And Janet...."She let that last statement taper off. I think I might have gotten away with denying it if my prick hadn't been still buried up to the hilt in her cunt. But when she mentioned Janet's name, it twitched. Best lie detector in the world. Her eyes widened. "Does she know?" Know what?" How you feel about her." How do you know how I feel?" I asked her."Women know these things." Bullshit." OK. It's in your eyes. Your smile. I mentioned her name, and you.