| "at your feet. My name is James, Mistress" "Really?"she responded quizzically, " your name is James? I could have sworn we've been over this, you insolent piece of shit! Your given name is of no consequence to what you truly are. Useless tool is what you are called, in fact, you have no name. Is that clearly understood?" Time was again standing still, yet I lost all awareness of anything around me now, I was happier than ever, my jeans were wet and my body limp. "Yes Mistress" I whispered, trying to speak "What are you called?" she asked, turning head forward, ... |