I thought about him that night as I snuggled up to my girlfriend. I wondered what I could do to turn the screw on him a bit further. I wanted to make ...him beg for me. The following Sunday I went for another run, as my ankle was now fully mended and took a similar route to the previous weekend. After a few miles I paused to drink from my water bottle and a naughty thought crept into my mind. I knew where Steve’s house was and it would be only a minor detour to go that way. I was in my figure. Their leader mocked her. ?You, the jungle queen, now dressed as a slave and soon begging to be sacrificed to our god, will be silent!? With that Anja was gagged with a leather strap and pulled forward. As they started down the path along the river, the leader of the Wakambas warriors produced a small thin split bamboo cane; with it he struck Anja on her round bottom and the back of her thighs. The pain shot through Anja like an explosion. The Wakambas leader shouted you are a sacrifice, you. My mistress unlocked the cage and with her grasp of my leash pulled me out, shuffling on my knees I fell to the floor, just by her feet.?Good boy just where I want you, now you may lick the soles of my feet as I walk over to my throne footslave? ?Yes Mistress thank you Mistress? I immediately began my foot cleaning duties at her command, slowly licking each sole from the tip of her big toe, along her soft sole and instep and finishing on her heel. As she took her bare foot from my tongue I. I think they’re also called memes. Now, we’ve thrown those away, and the ‘real’ you and ‘real’ me are interacting with the ‘real’ world for the first time, and we’re doing what seem like unpredictable things, thinking surprising and erotic thoughts, and kicking our boundaries all over the place if not burning them.”“Does it worry you? I worry about it a lot.” Alice seemed calmer in asking.“Yeah,” he said. “In the short term, I see all this needing some coherence and stability. It’s the longer.