It was all I could do to keep from sliding my hand down between my legs and massaging slightly.It was better if I got out and headed to the back door ...f my granddaddy’s house though. I knocked, but there was no answer. I knocked again, but still, nothing. Luckily, I had my own key. I knew that I could have used it in the first place, but I did not want to scare my granddaddy. As I unlocked the door and stepped inside, I still did not hear my granddaddy anywhere. I walked around inside and. When she had complied, I continued,?Stand with your feet as far apart as the leg irons allow. Be silent until I ask you a direct question.?I opened the file to her account sheet. She had a healthy balance built up already, and the 5,000crowns from tonight would put her over the top. Of course, she would still be a slavegirl, but aslave who owns herself is almost completely free; she can't vote, or work for the government, butotherwise she can do whatever she wants.?You can buy yourself. What. ”He nodded, and they stumbled out into the rain, leaving a bloody trail. I sat beside Suzy, my back to her, and wiped my blade on the chest of the dead man at my feet, noting that he needed a shave and had a gold tooth. The girl put her hand on my back.“I think I’m going to be sick,” she said quietly, and I moved. She stepped over the dead man, holding her skirts high, and her mother went with her toward the back door. I checked the bodies for valuables and hauled them outside by their feet,. I would bring up spanking and bondage and if I saw that spark, I knew I had them. Sometimes I would play with them for a while just a little roughly and concentrated more on the humiliation side. I would tell them to come back to the bar dressed just so, sit on the barstool with skirt raised and naked underneath, spread their legs. I would make them lift their blouses and reach over the bar and play with their tits and nipples. Eventually I would take them home and hurt them, oh how I loved.