She had been bound and whipped and covered with spidersand now she was forced to debase herself, to act and serve as a sex slave tothis irredeemably c...uel woman. But she continued. Later, she would try to tell herself this was becauseshe knew she would be tortured if she stopped, but that was not it. She couldnot think at this time, she could not know anything. This was what she hadto do, and that was all. Her interrogator knew this, and smiled. From this point on, everything wouldbe easy. The. I pulled her to me and she lay on me like a living blanket. Her face was so wonderful, but her expression was hesitant. She was constantly waiting for me to give her another command, another order. "How?" How what, my ... um..." She stopped herself. Even my request for her not to call me lord or master was being obeyed.I waited. I wanted her to find that name for me but even that one idea or decision was beyond her. "Sweetheart?" I offered.For an instant, there was something that flashed. They kind of sloped on her chest and then bulged and lifted, the nipples and pink areoles turned slightly away from each other although I could push them together and make her tips touch and rub each other, even with my long, stiff cock between them.We had been playing with each other's bodies for several years, ever since I found out how good it felt to have my long, thick cock licked. I can still see her freckles and big eyes the first time I put my glans in her mouth. Now she was much more. Dressing carefully in my little white dress which skims the cheeks of my peachy bottom and reveals my long, shapely, toned legs to perfection. I head to the telephone. My heart racing I dial his number, waiting with baited breath.“Hello Dan speaking, who is this?” his soft, sexy, deep voice rings in my ear sending tingles all through me. “Hi Dan. It is Angela from next door. I am so sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you could help me?” I blurt out feeling suddenly very nervous, yet.