Celia looked at the offered hand and took it, rising to her feet also. "Mistress, um... I know that part of what makes me your pet is to do with mother... and this voice in my head... but, if we can get rid of her, uh, it...  You will still want me as your pet, and you will still punish me, won't you? Because..." She looked up at Mistress' face, sheepishly, "I love it. The pain is nice and I don't want you to stop spanking me because I'm cured or whatever..."<br/><br/><em>Oh so I'm a sickness now am I? Shut up. I'm not going to answer you any more. Oh suuuure. You realise I'm </em>not<em> your mother, I'm part of you, don't you? You are so pathetic!</em>Calia got a look of such shock on her face that, Assuming Mistress was looking at her, she couldn't help but be concerned. "I'm<em>NOT</em>crazy. Please, Mistress, tell me I'm not crazy?"