Her skin felt flushed, and her sex tingled madly. Her emotions barreled through her head in a torrid rush. She had just used some of that power from t...e house on her own mother. She felt at once elated, spooked, and guilty.Is this what it would be like if she had the power all the time, her mother treating her more in the way that Heather was treated? For a just a brief moment, Melinda craved more. She wanted to see what she could really do with something like this. She could finally have some. It's amazing: she's so small, but looks perfectly human. She obviously needs help. You do your best to gently pick her up, and you bring her home safely. You put a pillow on your coffee table and lay her on it. She doesn't seem to speak any language you know. You put some water in a small dish for her, and shake some breadcrumbs from a bag of bread for her to eat. She immediately lurches to drink some water, but she won't touch the breadcrumbs. Somehow, you get an instinctive feeling that she. "You have a lovely bum Dianne, I had not really noticed before," said Sheila just before they reached the settee."Thank you, Sheila, I think that you have as well; we should have a close look at each other's bottoms perhaps," giggled Dianne and she ran her hand over Sheila's trouser covered buttocks."That seems a good idea," replied Sheila, who was now caressing Dianne's, also trouser covered, arse."I will just get some wine," said Dianne and she laughed over her shoulder as she found Sheila's. "Let me ask you this, Jenny, have you been a proper, obedient slave?"I knew that I couldn't lie to Mistress."No. I have been very bad lately." And why is that?" I don't know. I want to please Eve, and I feel bad when I disappoint her. But somehow, I just can't motivate myself to do what she asks of me sometimes." Now, my tears returned."Have you ever been a good slave?" Yes. In the beginning I obeyed without question." And did you ever do anything to disappoint your Mistress during this time?".