She broke one of your plates.

"While you were away, I washed the dishes," Jane explains, "but there was a phone call from your mother. It surprised me and I dropped one of your plates. I am really sorry. I promise. You might also want to call her back."

"That's your whole problem?" you ask angrily, "It's a plate. I can just replace it in a few days. Now, I have more important things in mind than your silly jokes."

"But I deserve punishment for my bad behavior." Jane mumbles, "If you do not punish me I might do it again. My old master told me so."

"Your old master was a pervert," you say, "just get in your **** cage for now. I will deal with you after I have done my homework."

"Yes, master," Jane mumbles sadly and crawls to her cage. It's so small she has to crawl backwards into it to shut herself in. Someday you intend to buy her a bigger one.

You finish your homework quickly and walk over to your ****. "So, do you want to tell me why you are so clingy?" you ask, "you live here for two years and still refuse to wear clothes. You don't want to sit at the table like a human and think I should beat you if you forget to clean even one corner in my apartment."

"I am sorry master," Jane whines, "I am just afraid, that you would cast me out. I do not want to be disowned again."

"Ok, but why?" You ask, "You have an identity card and if you want to continue your education, the government will help you. You don't need me."

"That is wrong, I need you," cries Jane, "I need you. I can not live without you. You are not just my master. No one has ever been as kind to me as you. I… I love you. I have fallen in love with you."

You pause for a moment. This was new to you. Your **** told you once that she not only didn't 'love' you, but she COULDN'T love you. She sees you as a higher being, just how a **** should think of their master; but it wasn't love she felt for you. Jane collects herself as you stare and realizes what she had said.

"I... I am sorry," Jane says, "I overreacted. That was unprofessional and against the rules of my status. Please forgive me."

"It's ok," you say slowly, "but we have to discuss this later."

"Of course, master," Jane agrees in shame, "do you think I need punishment now?"