Correct her by telling her how she can improve, and take the time to answer her questions. She'll gladly accept, and even quickly respond to, your cor...ection if she knows it's done to help and not to harm.Know your slave. How can you truly be the Master of another human being unless you truly understand their hopes, dreams, struggles, pains, and goals...I mean, seriously? All the good intentions in the world mean nothing unless you have a true sense of who the person is. So, talk to your slave.. "I know this is a strange request, but could I feel your face? I use my sense of feeling to help... get a feel for the people I deal with."Sam was more than a bit hesitant. "I... don't-" Please, I know it's a strange request, but I cannot shake this feeling that I know you."Sam considered it. James gave her hand a comforting squeeze to let her know that he was there no matter what she decided. Finally, she said, "I guess it's okay."She stood up and went to the aisle to let Elspeth feel her. “But I’m stupid and boring. And I probably won’t even be any good at it.” In her mind, then, it was sex. At some intuitive level, a way forward.“I’m not looking for you to be clever, or to be witty over dinner. I don’t want to photograph you. I just like you and you’re sexy.” As I said it I could feel her reacting against me.“But...”She looked up at me, and I kissed her on the lips; her first sexual kiss. I took my time, making it last, and over a minute or two she got into it.I stroked over. His eyebrow raised but the look was full of confidence. He took out a wad of cash from his pocket suddenly and threw it towards me. “Bonus baby. Go get yourself something pretty for Colin’s party.” And I sure fucking did. As I taunted the sales girls at Tiffany’s pretending that I couldn’t make up my mind which bracelet I wanted I thought about Gene. The sales girls were trying to be so nice looking me up and down with my pantyhose half still on. I had my own little control game going on as I.