Moving back to the far endof the line, Vince picked up a pile of manacles and proceeded to chain eachslave?s hands behind her back, then hobbled each ...lave as well.? When he was finally ready, he orderedMichelle to lead the line.? Michelle knewwhat to do and, clinking in her hobble, led the line to the door where shewaited for Vince to unlock and open it.?Michelle led the way down a corridor while Vince held the door for allthe slaves.? Michelle chanced a remark topet about what a privilege it. There, she thought, he must be the one. Was it his eyes, his shoulders, those absurdly large hands? The pearls, she fingered them, it was definitely the pearls. Of course, in accepting them, she had given herself away. Now he knew the next level of liberty would be permitted, didn’t he? Well, we’ll see, she thought. She trusted herself to work all the sums when the time came and to react correctly given the situation. He was certainly becoming her man, though she was sure he did not know what. Rithika was looking at me anxiously.I asked her to relax. I covered her lower with a towel and raised her right hand above her head revealing her tiny armpit. I dipped my fingers in warm water bowl placed on utilities rack. I applied wetness on too scanty light colored silky fur in her armpit. She giggled with a tingling sensation.And I made her relaxed by touching her gently a few more times. Then I gently squeezed a tiny amount of shaving cream on her pit and started rubbing it with a wet. I just wanted to fit in and I did seem better accepted within the circle of girls than with boys.My older sister Becky used my submissive nature to always show that she was not only older than I was but in charge. She used me as her personal “slave” at times, her words. I did her chores and such when told. Also she used the threat of telling our parents when she would discover that I was once again wearing her clothes, something I did all the time. Or that I had worn panties to school under my.