She seemed to be sleeping. That was when inspiration struck. Sleeping Beauty was awakened with a kiss, so why not kiss her? I leaned down and did just... that. To my surprise, it worked.My Sleeping Beauty blinked a couple of times, then raised her arm to block the sun from her eyes and moaned. It was clear she was hungover. She squinted at me.“Do I know you?” she asked.I just stared at her with my best creepy stalker look. I must have nailed it because she sat up and looked nervous. Since I was on. She finally spoke when he got down to her feet. "Where are you going?" Just ... Exploring. Are your feet ticklish?" I dunno." Do you like foot massages?" I dunno." Hence the exploring." Okay."He helped her out of her socks, sitting cross-legged at the other end of the couch. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her turn over so that she was lying on her back, looking up at him.Hers were the first feet he had ever paid attention to. Her skin was pale and soft (as ever it was), and her toes small. HMM that is strange, Master always keeps it in the first draw next to the hand cuffs; Oh Well. I grab the cuffs and spreader bar. I hold them behind my back as I enter the living room. Master has turned the fan off. With a smile on my face and fear in my eyes, I walk slowly towards Master and bow my head. Master lifts my face. He looks at me and says, "Does my little slut trust me?" Immediately without hesitation I responde with, "Of Course Master." He looks at me for a second and asks,. He streaked her hair and her face and she extended her tongue to lap up the juice from around her mouth. “Thank you Sir, I hope I have cheered you and your friend Peter but now I really must get to my grandmother’s house or it will be dark.” “Fear not sweet maid, I know where she lives and it is not far and as promised I will accompany you to see you get there safely and maybe both you and your grandmother can cheer me up again for my troubles!”“Yes Sir, I’m sure grandmother would love to meet.