Hi there, he rumbled, reaching around my waist and pulling me to him. Your speech inhibitor has been de-activated so youre free to talk, he smiled down at me.
Masther, I lisped at him self-consciously, trying to smile, thith ith a therrible way thoo threet your thlave girl! How am I thupposed thoo thalk like an athulth?
Keeps you more under control, hmmm? he grinned down at me and my new manner of speaking. As a matter of fact, Christine, it gives you a very distinct manner of slave girl speech!
Ohhh, Masther, iths awful, and thith ring unther my thongue ith horrbily uncomforthable. I really hathe ith! I whispered, and felt tears of self-pity again pooling in my eyes.
He held me close then, and I looked up into his eyes, shivering with helpless reaction to my overwhelm
