"I will never be your slave!" you shout defiantly.
She simply chuckles, wiggling her toes. This makes you loose your precious grip and fall. You land hard against the ball of her foot. The sock fabric cushioned your fall enough to prevent broken bones, but not enough to hurt you.. She moves her foot on top of you and presses lightly. The pressure is like salt in the wound.
"Now II would get just as much pleasure from killing you right now. Maybe I'd buy another shrinkee who was more obedient. So this is your final chance: Are you willing to submit to being my slave?"
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