Your breakfast is ready.

"Your breakfast is ready." Jane tells you, ending your daydreaming. She also offers you her boobs to play with while you eat, you pinch her left nipple gently to reward her and she smiles. She always enjoys it when you hurt her a little, but you make sure never take it too far.

You sit down at the table and eat the breakfast sandwich Jane made you. She isn't a very good cook. But in the morning, you don't have much time to savor it any way. Jane sits down next to your chair with a bowl of milk and cereal for herself. Once, you had offered her a stool and a place at the table, but she refused to take it. She was raised to be a pet and now she feels uncomfortable if you treat her to much like a human. The psychiatrist that the police consulted two years ago said that such behavior was to be expected and would disappear after a few months. But now, two years later, nothing about her had changed.

As you finished your breakfast, you prepared to leave for school. "Well, I'll be back sometime this afternoon." you tell Jane. "Do you need anything from the store?"

"No everything is fine, Master," Jane answers, "but … may I ask you a question, please?"

"Sure," you say, "what's up?"

"Do you… do you have many girls… in your class, Master?" Jane asks nervously.

"A few," you answer, "why? Do you want to study too? I am afraid you'd have to go to Middle School, AND High School before you could go to college."

"Yes, I know. It is just," Jane starts but then stops, "... never mind. Have a good day master."

You leave your apartment, thinking about your ****. Her behavior is strange, but soon you forget about it and focus on your studies.