Yes…Master I know he’s in the room. I can smell him. He makes no sound. I keep my head down, eyes closed, waiting. I’ve been sitting on this stool for so long, my feet and legs are almost numb, but I knew if I moved, he’d know. He always knows. I feel his clothing brush against my naked back. From my left, I hear him sigh. “Very good, Pet. Can you stand?” His raspy voice gives me chills. Knowing he wants complete honesty,...