"I have no more questions, Master," Hannah said. She blushed slightly as she stood there, naked in her collar, and looked down over the soft curves of her belly, hips, breasts and thighs. "You really own me...:" she said in a quiet voice. Her mind was reeling. This was horrible! But...she realized that she wasn't thinking of it as she had been. She had been thinking that she was kidnapped by a computer as this man, who inwardly respected her freedom, was simply helping her make the best of it. That was not what she was thinking now. She felt truly owned by Robert. It was his collar, not the machines, which marked her as his. What was worse, part of her was not horrified but excited by this fact. Her sex was quite moist. Still, she said nothing else nor did she make any move. She simply waited for him to lead her to clothing, food and sleep.