Celia grinned. "Oh, lucky Mistress. You love it when they run! Mine was disrespectful, and spoke out of turn. I gave her a permanent reminder..." She illustrated by tracing a fingernail across her own belly in an imitation of writing. "She's such a cry baby, she's practically broken already!"<br/><br/>Celia frowned slightly. "You ... uh ... want me to do that now, Mistress?" She wiggled her chest slightly making her breasts jiggle, "Um, and if so, should I get dressed again first, or... did you want to humiliate me, Mistress Darling?"