It was a lovely day, not too hot, which is nice for cycling. We set our picnic out on a rug, mum had made us sandwiches, apples and a bottle if Irn Br... for me and a can of beer for Finlay, who was 18 by this time. After lunch we left our bikes chained to a lamp-post and went for a walk.Finlay started acting a bit weird, getting quite aggressive, he snapped at some kids who were dancing around on the grass and even slapped one lad who dared to laugh at him. I was getting a little scared.Finlay. I was walking down the street trying to figure out how I was going to eat that day, when a woman pulled into a parking spot right in front of a dry cleaner shop. She was just going in to get her clothes and then leave again. But as I walked by her car, I noticed her purse was on the front seat. And the door was unlocked! Opportunity had presented itself. A quick glance around, and I snatched the purse and took off running. I wasn't quick enough though, and the woman came out and screamed at me.. He was wearing boxers so that cock was pretty free. It was hard as hell and felt pretty good.We didn’t have any customers and I’d planned on sleeping in the room just behind reception so…I put him in that room then asked him to wait a minute while I grabbed a towel and lube; there was a bottle of olive oil in the kitchen 10 feet away. When I got back to the room he was on the bed wearing only a t-shirt and hard as a fucking rock. I quickly spread out the towel, got on my hands and knees then. It's worse than being kept for days on a dog chain. I remembered I am being held, as she wants. As her slave I must suffer such painful humiliation without question. She owns me fully and unconditionally. I have no rights. She may do what she wishes to me as I signed myself into slavedom willingly giving up myself and my rights as a man to serve her. At least she is not going to sell me to another Mistress or worse a Master. I hope?I accept my fate what ever it may be for I am the slave of a.