My heart skipped a beat and I bit my lip, watching her fingers nervously as she hesitated. "Yes?"I glanced at the teenage barmaid, cross-legged behind...the bar, tears streaming from her sapphire eyes and nodded. "Do it," I snapped and stood up from the table. Rebecca smirked as she saw my eye-line focusing on the young black-haired girl, frantically trying to maintain her dignity. She was resisting; her trembling hands clamped onto the bar, as she leant onto it, affording me an excellent. The following year waswhen I really started training and treating her as a slave.? At home, she wasn't allowed to make anydecisions of her own.? I would tell herwhen she could eat, drink, go to the bathroom, speak, stand or sit.? If she wanted to ask permission to speak, shehad to indicate that desire by holding her hand in front of her mouth...andthis only gave her permission to vocalize a request to speak, which I often didnot grant.? A request to pee was made bysquatting with her legs open. Sarah had a set of feet that I dreamed about, she took such care of them. As I massaged her foot, I could feel that she had some soft feet, her nails were just painted recent, and I was careful as I licked her big toe. I licked slowly, caught up in my fetish. I worked her big toe, then slowly enjoyed each other toe. I salivated in the smell and taste of her feet. They didn’t smell bad, but the odor was more of a turn on then I expected it to be. After ejoying her feet, sucking, licking, and. Especially with Mister No-Spikka-da-English here hurt and me pretty much clueless about medical stuff.Well, not completely clueless. I read somewhere that when somebody has a concussion it’s not a good idea to let them go to sleep, so at first I tried to wake him up. I shook him and I yelled at him and then, because it worked before, I even went out and got some snow and rubbed it on his face.It all got me a big nothing. He was breathing regularly, but there was no waking him up, he twitched a.