It felt worse than normal slavery. At least then they’d still had their minds free.“You can do this,” Sven told me, stroking my arms through my ...ink robe.I nodded my head. “This will be easy. It’s just an illusion. I don’t have feyhounds to distract.”Just treemen. And they weren’t constructs but living creatures. Nor did they have the feyhounds keen senses. I could create the distraction that would keep them busy. The massive pine tree before me, reaching high up into the sky, was perfect.My. It felt like an eternity that uncle kept staring at my boobs, I was feeling more and more bashful, muttering, “Uncle.. uncle”.When the last of my bravery was ready to fly out of my body, uncle seemed to loosen his grip on my wrists. I tried to cover my open boobs, but suddenly his grip tightened again, and pulled my hands behind my back.He leaned down and with his mouth open, caught my right nipple in his mouth. I could not hold it in any longer, as a long moan escaped my mouth. His mouth felt. The girls made small talk with the men as they leered and gently touched their prey. The bar was basically a nightclub with a stage with three poles on one end, and three pool tables on the other, and it reeked of cologne, smoke and something else Darla could only describe as smelling like the musk of a black man. The nipples of all three women were clearly visible through the thin fabric of their dresses, and, as the alcohol quickly began to take effect on their senses, their own hands became. “I know, pet, but you know when you break my rules, you have to be punished. No more discussion on this.” I read. "And yet...you sent me two more texts, didn't you? Read them to me." My voice shook as I read, “'I’m scared, Sir.'” “AND?" Master prompted. I look back to the screen and read,” 'does it have to be the belt, Sir?'” "I'm sorry, Sir, I--" "Shhh," he said. "After I told you you were to be punished in the way I deemed the most fit and after I said 'No more discussion', you decided you.