Clocked, timed and known

"Are you relaxed now?" she asked.

He had no idea where he was or who he was.

"Yes," he responded, not knowing what he was saying.

She kissed him.
"You love me, don't you?" she asked, "You will always love me, won't you?"

He looked hard at her. Her face came into his vision. Did he love her? Who was she?

"Who are you?" he asked.
"I am you master."

He went home that day, feeling rather strange. He knew that something had happened to him but he was not quite sure what. All he knew was that he was somehow different.

Was he relaxed now?
Was he?