The slave was forced to do all humiliating things, which destroy its self-respect, by every act.In addition, I am highly aroused by reading that thing... and then I continue to read that stories. After six months I came to know how badly I want it and I also want to serve a dominant woman. Who is strict, cruel but loves to his slave, uses her slave solely her pleasure and degrade, humiliate, torture and break me in such way that I am not have any self respect or any kind of resistance to do any. And said lets start of with the massage. I was happy to hear it. I immediately brought the oil and gave it to her. I then undressed and lied down just on my underwear. She started pouring oil on my chest and started massaging.She then asked if I locked the main gate. I said yes. I understood that she has something in her mind so I was excited. She was very good at massage she was, nicely massaging my chest and belly. She then had to massage my thighs area, so she turned the other side in a way. When I arrived, he came out of the garage, and motioned me over. He walked back into the garage, and waited by the work bench that ran along one wall. When I walked in, he asked me if I wanted a beer, or something else to drink. I said a coke would be great. After he grabbed one out of a refrigerator, and handed it to me, I asked what I was there to help him move, and he said that there was nothing to move, and that he actually wanted to talk to me. He motioned me over to a couch that. Not even a decent cup of coffee!Here she was, starting her 38th day on this piece of crap, and she hadn't begun to figure a way out of her dilemma. Without credits, she'd never be able to recharge her fuel system enough to make it home, not to mention getting some decent food. All those stupid dreams about getting rich from the sale of the stolen program; more than enough to finish her voyage and a good bit left over to set up her own consulting business. Everything had come crashing down as.