Sonya stretched up onto her toes and softened her upper body, arching into my touch, head falling back. "Are you wet for me, pet?" I asked. I knew she was, I could smell it on her. "Y-yes… Do I call you master?" she whispered, breaking out of that breathy surrender with a little squeak of nerves. I grinned where she couldn't see me. Not usually right away, but since she was eager…"Yes, pet." She sighed again, shoulders easing and body relaxing slightly.
