It is not an indentured's life of accountability-- but --respect. A slave feels safe when controlled and guided. These women must be controlled and gu...ded for a time, letting them observe normal village life and the roles of free women. They will be scared to death of making mistakes, but they will live in absolute terror if you just free them and become very disruptive to your village life."Celine tossed her hair over her shoulders and said, "That is so very sad." We all agreed with her.All I. " I laugh lightly, "What is," Do it." she says imperiously, "And bring the bottle back, you need some more." I don't know about that." I walk to the kitchen. I pour up her coffee and turn to walk back into the Living room. She is standing at the door jam. "I told you I'd watch that for you." I thought you were joking." Pardon me dear?" she says sweetly as I walk by her. "I never joke." She takes my hand and leads me back into the Living room and sits. She pats the seat beside her on the couch.. ’ As she undressed she glanced down briefly to see his erection fighting against his pants. When she met his gaze again the fire between her legs became a roaring blaze. As her knickers swooshed lightly down her legs and she stepped towards him, he took in the sight of her standing before him with such a look of loving passion that her lips involuntarily parted. She kneeled at his feet and kissed him from his neck, just below the ear and down his front before quickly helping him out of his. ...mommy....I feel so.....so......I feel like a sissy.....I'm asissy mommy......a SISSY!!!!!!! Oh....oh...oh." She didn't understandwhy he was calling himself a sissy, but she tried to imagine what asissy might look like...he sure fit the bill! "Yes my sweet baby....youare mommie's sissy......my sweet Chrissie.........that's it. Sweet SissyChrissie!" As she said that he let out a groan that started out as awhimper...but soon became a series of gasps of pleasure. She felt hispenis lurch right.