My phone pings, and I pick it up. A voice note from her: Good day Mast… Mr. Banks.
I grimace at the formal use of my name from her lips.
She exhales aloud.
"We need to talk about whether to still address you as Master outside the bedroom"
She groans and the voice note ends.
Another follows, and I listen.
"I am sorry, since you are busy, but I’m curious, not like there are other options, but I just want to be sure because I can't get it off my brain."
Another deep breath follows, and I imagine her fiddling with her nails while licking her lips.
"Did you come to this apartment last night? I just… I woke up with c*m on my t**s and p***y, also my throat is sore, and…"
She takes another pause, then the voice note ends.
A message is already waiting:
"I am just curious, Did master c
