Enema.Eye contact restrictions.Feed submissive from hand.Foot worship.Forced nudity(most slaves are keep nude at home.)Forced masturbation where Maste... chooses in public places.Forced shopping for BDSM toys.Forced slave auction.Forced to go to bathroom in front of others.Gaging.Golden shower.Inspection of body cavities in private.Inspection of body cavities in public.Ignoring slave.Handcuffs in public.Handcuffed to a shopping cart while shopping.Harem–serving with others.Having food chosen for. Lacie had no idea how long she lay there, alone, but it was long enough for the fog in her mind to partially recede. Her hands and toes were slowly becoming responsive again, the drugs in her body wearing off. Just as Lacie was starting to seriously consider the possibility of crawling to the door and escaping, the stainless steel portal opened. A tall, redheaded man walked in, carrying a metal tray. From her angle, Lacie couldn’t see what was on it. Instinctively, Lacie tried to shy away from. Felt like being a little bit wicked.Melissa got herself comfortable, perched up on the table. An accomplished temptress, she knew precisely where the focus of the room now was: her legs. She let the men's hopeful anticipation gather and grow for a few moments, then she slowly crossed one leg over the other, tight skirt riding up her thighs, and was duly rewarded with an outbreak of painfully longing expressions. Melissa almost burst out laughing. Men were so easy to wind up! Some of the poor. What are we about to do?" As the ritual began, Amanda's pussy started to get wet. She answered, "You're going to spank me." "And when do we do this?" "Every Thursday night at 7." "And you know why we do this, don't you?" "It helps me get rid of my stress so I'll be a good girl." Amanda always felt childish having to repeat this mantra every week before being spanked, but at the same time, she couldn't deny the molten heat radiating from her pussy. "Now, take down your pants and panties and get.