Tabatha looked up as Jake came into her room. She cried out joyfully and fled into his arms, sobbing hysterically. Finally getting herself under contr...ol, she merged her mind with his, discovering that he had not found anything that could help save her.“It’s all right,” she cried softly, sniffing back her tears. “Just make love to me. Make love to me and never stop. Make me forget. God, I’ve missed you so...”He kissed her wet face passionately. For some reason, he didn’t feel aroused like he. ..well....remember when you were in the bathroom about ten minutes ago?" ...yes?" Okay, that was not what she expected her to say. Unless she was going to follow up by saying she was thinking of her or something. Otherwise, this conversation went off map. Mistress Edo felt a familiar turn in her stomach."Well some of the other girls here talked to me for a second and they mentioned-" The girl glanced towards the north end balcony. Her hands pulled backwards from Mistress Edo's grasp."Of fuck,". He had given her a chance to get out of it, even a chance to renegotiate the rules and punishments, but she had declined. This, strict and rigid discipline, was exactly what she wanted. More than that, it was exactly what she had needed for so very long. But was she really ready for it? He had shown her that she could be a perfect little slut in private, shown that to her beyond her wildest fantasies. And he had assured her that he wouldn't have offered to take her out in public in this role if. Had she not been angry and confused she would have indulged her aching desire for release. Her hands reached for the clasp on her collar, once there she stopped. Her mind wandered back to an earlier conversation we'd had about pets and Masters. She remembered our first discussion about wearing a collar. I'd told her that though anyone can wear a collar for someone else that doesn't make them a pet. Being a pet is about patience and submitting oneself to another however the Master chooses them.