Celia looked in the mirror, looked up at Mistress, back at the mirror. "I see me..." She was genuinely puzzled. Wondering if Mistress wanted more detail, she went on, "I see a twenty four year old red head with green eyes and freckles, who is short and slightly chubby, but not so's you'd call her overweight, with a nice buxom figure and some nicely developing bruises on her boobies and fanny..." She grinned at herself, then stuck her tongue out. "Do you think I should get a tat, Mistress? I would love to have a rose, tattooed just here..." She touched her abdomen, just above the soft ginger curls. "I think that would look so sexy, don't you?"<br/><br/><em>You stupid slut, she was asking you if you see me... Yes but you just said you </em>are<em> me. and I see me, not my mother, if that is what she was meaning.</em>