#44156 - The spirited slave in this story is me or was me before I was broken and turned into the beautiful slave I am today. “That’s a good little slave” you say reaching over to take the clamps off and then putting a leash on my collar “heel” you say to me I stand quickly at your side you lead me up the stairs and into the bed room I look around confused but I don’t dare to ask or make a sound you smile and pick me up in your arms before throwing me on the bed. Part 3 - play time again your hands run along my soft flesh learning ever curve of my body every sensitive part you learn what makes me shiver and twitch your hands run over my soft tits holding them in your hands squeezing testing there firmness you watch them as they bounce slightly smiling to yourself as you hold them you stand over me watching my face contort as you pinch at my nipples listening to my moans and yelps as you twist and pull on my hard nipples getting undressed slowly you decided to test me smiling you