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Somehow is invasive hands didn't bother her as much. It was just another confirmation that she was his preferred girl. She twirled slowly, the fabric swirling around her long, slender legs. She genuinely hoped her master liked what he saw. She couldn't stop grinning.

Millie hopped into a position a step behind her master. She shadowed him and when he sat down to eat, she gracefully draped herself next to him and leaned ever so gently on his leg. She wasn't begging, but she wanted to show her gratitude. Life as so much better now that she was learning to be a good girl.

The slap literally wiped the smile off her face. She sank to put her face on the floor under his chair. She was careful not to touch her master again. His moods shifted so wildly. One minute, he was happy to dress her like his personal sex doll, and the next he didn't want her touching him. She'd have to watch even closer to see when her master wanted her close or far away.

The threat of breakfast didn't faze her. Even though she didn't have dinner the night before, she had eaten so much in the last few days that she knew she'd be ok to skip a meal. She was more concerned about her master. If he didn't like her anymore, he might cast her out. And that scared her more than anything.

Millie was confused. She was grateful for breakfast, and for the dress, and everything her master gave her, but whenever she tried to show him how much she...she...she loved him...he punished her.

She didn't care anymore if he used her. Sure, it had been traumatic at first, but she'd gotten used to it. Now she could repress it pretty well. And the niggling memories of where she had come from didn't bother her. They were interesting, in a dream-world sort of way, but there had to be a reason she wasn't living that life anymore. She couldn't go back--she could only go forward. And her master was her way forward.

But what did he want? He said he would make her a good girl, and he had rewarded her with clothes. She was rewarded for wanting to touch him, for welcoming his attentions, participating in pleasing him. And then she was punished for showing any affection outside the sexual arena. She didn't like being hit, and wanted to avoid it. She wanted to give her master everything he could want from a pet. She wanted to be his preferred girl in everything.

Finally deciding that she needed to be cold yet professional (as professional as a pet could be), she finally got up to eat breakfast. It was lukewarm now, but she didn't mind. After breakfast, she went onto the balcony and looked out at the world, and tried not to think how bored and confused she was.