Freud is not your friend...

"Yes Master, is there anything you can do for me?"

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...the words hung in the air for a moment before I actually heard what I had said.  It had been days, even weeks since he had casually kicked my chair in that way... he had to kick it twice before it sank in that it wasn't just an accidental bump.  He.. HE was kicking my chair and I was expected to say it... the litany... the exact words without variation... "Yes Master, is there anything I can do for you?"

But that is not what I said.  It was not intentional.  It was Freud... and the days, even weeks of few if any expectations... it was the princess talking.  She has really started to take over my mind. 

By the time I got done laughing at the expression on his face, confused... not sure if he heard me right... shocked... outraged... finally struggling to stay serious in the face of my hysterical giggles... he tried to take control...

"It has been too long... far too long..."  A vague threat that he could make me regret the slip if he chose... if he chose... but the princess knows better than to get her hopes up.