Abigail - Part 2

I got a wet washcloth from the bathroom. I washed Abigail's feet with relish. The sticky ice had to be removed because I was about to go down to the living room with my sweet prisoner. The parquet should not suffer.

It was a pleasure for Abigail to clean feet. To launch, I kissed the soles of each foot and each ball of the foot once. "You kiss my feet?" Abigail asked amazed. "Yes you are right.

But you'll see what it's like to kiss a foot too!” I replied. Abigail couldn't place this remark correctly. But she didn't go any further into it. Neither do I. "Now let's move on to coffee and cake! There's a chocolate cake in the kitchen.” I said and pulled the bound Abigail to her feet.

Still blindfolded, she stood in front of me. I caught sight again of the thin leather strap that adorned Abigail's neck like a substitute necklace. That had always appealed to me. I picked up one of the thinner ropes from the floor.

Then I tied the rope to the leather cord around Abigail's neck. I held the free end in my hand like a leash. "What are you doing?" Abigail asked a bit anxious. I would take her away right away.

A slight tug on the leash gave Abigail the answer to her question. I pulled again, “Well, come on. We're going down to the kitchen now. I might untie your ankles and blindfold at the stairs, but until then I want to see you squirm. You will also be able to take small steps in this way. It doesn't matter that you're blind. I'll guide you! Let's go!” I ordered. And when Abigail felt a little tug on her leather collar, she slowly moved her bare feet forward. But Abigail was reluctant.

"I'm not a dog!" she complained and stopped again. It didn't work like that either: "Abigail, I don't want to discuss this with you here," I admonished her. “What you are supposed to do is not particularly difficult. So do it! And don't bitch or I'll gag you!” .

Abigail winced slightly. I was sure that she had never been gagged before. Apparently she didn't want to experience this either, because when I pulled on the leash again, her bare toes dug into the carpet and she pushed her feet quite a bit forward. "So what! It works!” It excited me to lead the only half-dressed and bound Abigail on a leash.

It was kinda cool. Abigail continued to type very hesitantly because she couldn't see anything. But slowly we made progress. Abigail could only slowly push her feet forward step by step because the ankle cuffs were quite tight.

But it worked. And we had time, a lot of time. Occasionally I let Abigail feel the line so she could tell the direction to tiptoe. When I got to the stairs, I untied Abigail's feet. Then I took off the blindfold too.

I didn't want Abigail to fall. I tucked the cloth into my shorts. I could use it again. Abigail blinked.

"If you mess around and don't obey, I'll tie your feet back up and then you'll need a gag, too!" I said for clarification. I led Abigail down the stairs, her hands still handcuffed behind her back. She now saw for the first time with her own eyes that I actually led her almost like on a leash. Abigail felt a little uncomfortable being led around the neck on a leash, but she let it happen.

I didn't tug at it too hard, I just guided it gently. Abigail followed me obediently on the leash. I heard her bare feet sticking lightly to the floor tiles. I guess I didn't remove all the ice after all.

Her bare feet were still sticky. I led Abigail into the kitchen. The chocolate cake was on the table. Abigail loved everything made out of chocolate. I got the cake especially for her.

There were four kitchen chairs. I turned one of the chairs so that it faced the table. “Abigail, kneel on the seat of that chair over there. If you're good, I won't call you a slave anymore. Do! I want to feed you right away, slave". I wanted to stop Abigail from being called slave. I noticed from her facial expressions that Abigail had had problems being addressed as a slave. I could easily do without it, the main thing was that Abigail continued to play along.

She did. Abigail was glad I didn't want to call her "slave". She found the handcuffs and the rest of the game quite amusing. She obeyed my command without hesitation. As I commanded, Abigail stepped in front of the chair. Then she knelt on the chair.

I first saw her on her knees. I grabbed her neck: "Go a little lower with your neck, Abigail!". When she did the same with a little pressure on her neck, I tied the leash to the chair. In any case, Abigail had to remain kneeling on the chair.

Because of the kneeling position, the soles of her feet were clearly visible. I liked that. I dug a small piece of string out of a drawer. It was only 15 cm long.

But it was just enough to connect the two thin leather straps that Abigail wore around her ankles. "Put your feet close together!" I ordered. Abigail's feet slid even closer together. The cord fumbled through the leather thongs.

The feet were again tied parallel to each other. Then I put the blindfold on Abigail again. She protested only slightly, then she was blind again. I looked at her. Abigail just looked awesome.

How she knelt there tied on the chair! Insanity! The butt magnificently staged. Abigail couldn't help it. In this position, Abigail was simply forced to present her tight ass. He was still covered by the panties, which, however, had already pushed together into a thong.

I gently stroked her sweet butt. "Do you know what I'm doing now?" I asked Abigail, who was kneeling helplessly on the chair in front of me and couldn't move anymore. It was a rhetorical question. Abigail knelt tied on the chair and would not be able to prevent anything anyway. Without waiting for Abigail to reply, I slipped my hand inside her panties.

I felt her delicate skin. Then I pushed her panties down a little bit with my right hand. "No!" she exclaimed, startled. “Woe! Alas, you leave me squatting here with my bare ass in the bonds!” Abigail shrieked and tried to catch the edge of the panties with her fingers to prevent them from being pulled down again.

But because of the handcuffs, her hands didn't reach far enough. Slowly and with relish, I pushed Abigail's panties over her round ass cheeks until they slipped down her thighs to her knees. "You beast!" said Abigail, who now had to show off her white buttocks, which stood out so beautifully against the rest of the sun-tanned skin. The outline of the bikini bottoms she had worn on vacation was so clear.

It looked sharp. "You can't hide such a sweet butt!" I said and grinned, which of course Abigail couldn't see through the blindfold. Now on to the chocolate cake. I started feeding Abigail with a spoon. It was great fun for both of us.

Abigail greedily stretched out her tongue to take spoonful after spoonful of me in her mouth. She couldn't see anything. It was too keen to watch Abigail at this game. Blindfolded, tied up and butt bare, she knelt on the chair and stuck out her tongue to lick the spoonful of chocolate cake. Splendid! It was like that for a long time.

Again and again she stretched out her tongue to me. To nibble the cake a little later. Then I put my index finger in the cream instead of the spoon and held it in front of Abigail's face. Abigail touched it with her tongue, felt that the spoon was missing and only my finger was in front of her.

She stopped. "Abigail, what is it? Stick out your tongue! Don't you like licking? Knowing you, you like to lick, don't you?” I asked ambiguously and was curious to see if she would even answer. She didn't give me a correct answer. Instead, I felt her soft lips cup my finger.

Abigail suckled my finger tenderly, then ran my finger up and down between her lips. She skilfully varied the pressure that arose when sucking on her finger. That was answer enough for me. She had done "it" like this before.

Certainly! If Abigail hadn't been wearing a blindfold, she would have noticed the result of her efforts immediately, because earlier I had just quickly slipped my boxer shorts back on. And those boxer shorts showed a distinct bulge. I've always had a soft spot for Abigail's full lips. Mainly because she had such a cute face too. Again I stuck a finger in the chocolate cream.

Abigail's greedy tongue could already be seen, but she couldn't reach the finger. Because her neck was tied to the back of the chair. "Not so fast Abigail" I said and put my finger in front of her mouth. “The finger is right in front of you, Abigail. You'll get it in a moment, but first you ask me if you can lick me!". Abigail grinned. "So that's what you'd like to hear?" Abigail asked with a big grin. I did not say anything. Abigail thought for a moment.

She enjoyed these little ambiguities. But she didn't want to say "that" after all, at least not in this submissive attitude. Tied up and kneeling on the chair. No, in this humiliating pose she wouldn't ask to lick me.

Even if it was just a finger. I still hoped, but she didn't. Too bad! After a while we had enough of feeding them. I untied Abigail's ankles, as her knees were starting to hurt as well, and untied her neck from the back of the chair.

Relieved, Abigail stood up straight. I was happy to see how her panties slowly slipped from her knees down her legs to her feet. There it was now on the floor. And Abigail suddenly stood in front of me without panties.

But blindfolded and handcuffed. “You are incredibly sweet Abigail! I like you" I said. And Abigail was really happy about the compliment. She was no longer uncomfortable that I could see her like this.

"Joe, what are we going to do now?" she asked and put her feet out of the panties lying on the floor. She didn't expect that I would allow her to put it back on. I was fine with that. Abigail's t-shirt was so long that it covered at least half of her bottom.

This increased the appeal of her sight even more. I grabbed the handcuff chain and used it to lead Abigail into the living room. It was large and had a smooth parquet floor. Abigail's bare feet looked amazing as she walked the hardwood floor. I had done without ankle cuffs.

I placed Abigail in the middle of the room. I left her there alone for a moment. I quickly got a pack of chocolate candies from the kitchen. I put one in Abigail's mouth.

She also licked my finger for no reason. “You seem to like the sweets, Abigail! Would you like more of this?”. She laughed. "Clear! give me another one. They are really delicious! You know what i like.

That's great. I really love you Joe. Despite your games. But I actually like them too.

I've just never done anything like this. Feeding it was fun." I stopped giving her candy. Instead, I distributed 10 pieces on the smooth parquet floor. "What are you doing?" Abigail asked curiously.

She could only hear me. Then I was ready. I had thought about it for a long time beforehand and it really took me some effort to say it, but at some point I had to tell her: “Abigail, you can do me a favor. You want to seduce me today, I know that.

And I look forward. But you must know one thing. You've probably already noticed that I'm into a certain kind of games. It also takes a lot of courage for me to ask something like that from you.

But I have the feeling that we get along really well. Even if you're here with me for the first time...” I couldn't finish speaking. Abigail interrupted me: “What should I do, Joe! Just say it! I do a lot for you, I'm totally in love with you. You know that. I want to be with you. And I want to keep playing. Now tell me. what turns you on What should I do now? Do you want to call me slave again? I don't care if you do it. Really! If it turns you on.” I wasn't entirely sure I dared to tell Abigail my wish.

But somehow we had built up a relationship of trust very quickly in the last few weeks and especially on this day. I then dared and told her: “Abigail, I am now entrusting you with something that is only intended for you. Absolute secrecy, all right? I've got a crush on you too. But it's the following: If you really want to turn me on, then you have to pick up the chocolate candies that I just distributed on the floor.

Just as you are, with handcuffs and all. Do you understand? So that you can find the sweets, I will lead you to where the sweets are. You okay?” I asked, eager as hell to see Abigail's reaction. My heart was racing. Abigail remained silent.

I and pulled a little on the leash. Abigail felt it on her leather collar. She swallowed hard, "Are you serious? You want me to get on the floor now?” she asked. I realized that I had to act on her a little.

"Yes, it is, Abigail. I want you to go onto the floor now. on your knees The idea totally turns me on. But you don't have to do it if you don't want to. I understand if you're hesitant to kneel before me. Would you rather go home now?” I asked. “I'll take you home right now if you want Abigail! No problem.” Abigail thought about it. "What's now? Kneel down Abigail or say you want to go home!” I repeated.

Her head was literally smoking. Cute little one. She was shy. What should she do? Just keep going? kneel down? Home? Of course she didn't want that at all.

She had a crush on me. And besides, what should she tell her friends then? And it wouldn't be that bad. Actually, it had been fun for her so far. And she had a really big crush on me and felt that I had it too.

Otherwise I would never have revealed my wish to her. She realized that I really trusted her. It was also an opportunity for her. All she had to do now was get down on her knees and she could make me incredibly happy.

It would connect us, she thought: "No Joe, not home! I want to stay here,” she said loudly and resolutely. "I also find what you are asking of me exciting," Abigail answered very quietly. I also felt her excitement. Her voice trembled with excitement. I was really relieved.

I wanted to hear that. “Nice Abigail. Then let's play. I will command you now, ok? Not that you're scared! It's a game.” She nodded.

I waited 2 minutes. Silence. I gave her a chance to tune into her role. Then I started and made my fantasy come true: “Abigail, get down! Get on the floor now.

On your knees, Abigail!” commanded away in quick succession. Abigail swallowed, but a little startled by the loud command. But she obeyed. Abigail's knees slowly buckled.

Then she knelt down in front of me on the floor. Barefoot, handcuffed and blindfolded. That sweet Abigail. I just let her kneel there for a few seconds. “Yes, I like it that way, Abigail. Stay on your knees. Don't put your back on your heels first, you should kneel upright!". Abigail was very obedient. Then it went on: "O.k., now let's go to the first candy! Come on Abigail!”

Following the tug on the leash, Abigail moved forward. She slid down on both of her knees, showing off her bare feet. soles of the feet upwards. A fantastic view of her bare feet: the soft skin of the soles, the balls of the feet, the little toes.

Abigail's hands were still held behind the handcuffs behind her back. It offered a super-horny view! I could hardly control myself. Abigail in this submissive position on the floor. Sliding on his knees, buttocks almost bare.

I found it too sharp how Abigail slowly crawled across the smooth parquet floor. We were right in front of the first candy I put on the floor. "All right, the first candy is in front of you, Abigail. Pick him up!” I ordered. "How am I supposed to do that, Joe?" she threw at me, "I'm wearing handcuffs".

Abigail just hadn't gotten it yet. I pressed her neck down towards the ground: “With your lips, Abigail! Do not you understand? Go bend over!”. She moaned, but amazingly obeyed. I wouldn't have thought so myself.

I squeezed her neck again. Abigail did. It looked too hot how the bound Abigail stretched her bare buttocks in the air to pick up the candy from the floor with her lips. The t-shirt slipped off her bottom towards her shoulders.

Excellent! "Yes Abigail. Up your bare butt!” I demanded. Abigail stretched it a little higher and wiggled it a little to turn me on even more. It took her several tries because she couldn't see the candy.

It only worked when I guided Abigail's head with my hand directly to the candy lying on the floor. "Now open your lips and go all the way down, Abigail!" I commanded. she obeyed. Your lips the chocolate candy.

They touched the ground a little. After she picked up the first candy from the floor, I took her blindfold off. It was too difficult for her blindfolded. Abigail was glad to be rid of the blindfold. She wanted to get everything over with quickly and was about to crawl to the next candy, but I stopped her: “Wait, Abigail. I don't like your feet yet! I'll tie her up again.” Abigail groaned, but didn't object. I untied the rope from her choker. Then I bent down to her bare feet. “Lift your foot! Now you get shackles” I demanded.

Abigail did. A noose was quickly put around it. Abigail lifted the second foot of her own accord to receive her ankle cuffs. How good she was.

I then skillfully tied her ankles together, leaving Abigail enough freedom of movement to crawl. I then ran back into the kitchen and quickly got the packing tape from earlier. "For your sweet toes," I explained when I came back. Abigail grumbled, but a little later her two big toes were connected.

The band was an ideal toe restraint. It looked too hot. Abigail then had to continue with her task, now she could see. With her feet tied, Abigail looked even sexier as she crawled across the floor on her knees. Two ropes of approx.

20 cm were always between Abigail's bare feet and moved with each of her movements. The thin packing tape between the two big toes and the slightly thicker rope between her ankles. I almost missed one. This sweet girl, handcuffed, slid across the hardwood floor on her knees.

After three more candies, however, Abigail was fed up. She didn't want to crawl on her knees across the floor anymore. I felt that. "I don't want any more!" she moaned.

"Can't we stop, I did it!" She sat down on her heels. I walked silently around Abigail and thought. Then took off my socks. Now it came over me.

But I wanted to try. Today, now, in this moment! What bad should happen? Abigail looked at my feet in astonishment. She didn't know why I took off my socks. I stood barefoot directly in front of Abigail.

"Abigail, you don't want anymore? Well, I'll leave the rest to you Abigail! Now if you would kiss my feet as a thank you!”. My voice was also a little shaky. "You're crazy!" Abigail said to me. She could hardly believe it at first.

I interrupted her: "Why? I kissed your feet just now in my room after washing them. what's included It's also just a body part. Why don't you do me a favor? If you really want something from me, then you do it!” Abigail hesitated. She had never kissed a boy's feet before.

She was still looking at me in disbelief. Just what kind of things did she get herself into this afternoon. But it had been a great day for her so far, albeit a day with a lot of surprises and news for her. But it was true, I had kissed her feet too, albeit in a slightly different situation.

After all, she knelt in front of me tied on the floor. But what should it? If I was into such games, today she would survive even that. Then she smiled again. I had a feeling that Abigail would play along. I put my right foot even closer to Abigail, who was kneeling on the parquet floor directly in front of me: “It's a game Abigail and you are the slave, don't forget that.

Come on! Abigail kiss my feet!” It will be soon!” Again she looked into my eyes. “Go down there! Kiss her!” I commanded again, twitching my toes. She looked deep into my eyes. Then she said softly, very softly “Well, yes! They must be clean” and leaned forward.

Her sweet mouth approached the tops of her feet. Then indeed. It was an indescribable feeling when I felt Abigail's soft lips on the back of my foot. First left, then right.

Abigail pressed her warm lips to my foot. It feels good. Then there was the sight, because Abigail looked totally hot in this submissive position. Before she could get up again, I pushed Abigail down on her neck to her right foot again.

She let it happen. A second time I felt Abigail's slightly parted lips on my right foot. It felt wetter this time. Then I put my hand under her chin and looked at her: “You see, Abigail.

It wasn't that bad after all." Abigail was still breathing hard and fast as she straightened up and faced me. She didn't believe herself that she had just done that. But suddenly she was solved. But now she had finally had enough.

Abigail saw the bulge in my boxers. She laughed when she saw how turned on I was by the game. "And now...my little mouse!" - I grabbed her neck so that she had to look up at me-"And now you're going to do it to me Abigail! With the mouth! Blow me one!” I demanded, “I want to feel your sweet mouth!”. I quickly dropped my boxer shorts onto the floor. My cock was about to burst.

I approached her crouched so humbly on her knees. She still looked at me in disbelief. "But you're going to untie me first, aren't you?" Abigail asked in a low voice, "Aren't you?". I looked at her.

"No! You stay as you are! I want to feel your tongue and lips, not your hands!” I replied. Then I put my middle finger between her lips. Abigail suckled it tenderly. “You see, Abigail, it's okay. You don't need your hands, Abigail!” I pulled back. I took a few steps away.

Then I looked at her demandingly. This sight is wonderful! "What now?" I added: "I want you to satisfy me with your mouth while you're tied up! What's in it?” kissing your feet worked too! So, get on with it!” She still looked at me a bit helplessly: “In the handcuffs?” she asked softly.

"Yes!!" I answered firmly, "Come on! Suck it on me!” Abigail was still kneeling on the floor with the handcuffs behind her and her bare feet bound. "Come on darling! Come to me and do it!” Then Abigail did what I had always dreamed of doing. Abigail overcame her shyness. "O.K" she said, "but I find it really a bit humiliating!".

She scooted a little closer to me on her knees. Then she opened her mouth. I felt her lips, tongue. “Yes, now lick him! Nice sucking, sweetheart! Do it well, otherwise you'll have to kiss my feet again!” I said, and the thought that Abigail had just kissed my feet makes me furious.

The little girl was kneeling there and I could only feel her lips. She made it wonderful. Again and again I had to look at her bare, tied feet. A dream! I was so excited that my cock slipped out of her mouth once.

But she immediately picked him up between her lips again. And they were soft! Really soft! Abigail suckled and sucked. fantastic. She was driving me crazy.

"You're going to swallow it, Abigail!" I said, moaning more than speaking. It didn't last long. I saw Abigail, still tied up kneeling on the floor in front of me, swallow twice in a row. "That was amazing!" I gasped enthusiastically and Abigail smiled at me.

Then I freed her. We kissed happily. We went back to my room. There we cuddled like crazy. We got along really well.

As planned by her, Abigail also lost her innocence that afternoon. It was a great day for both of us. But I don't think Abigail expected that she would be handcuffed her first time. Abigail had insisted that I put the cuffs back on her while I was doing it, and from the looks of it she'd been enjoying it a lot.

"Lie on your stomach, hands behind your back!" I demanded. And she didn't hesitate for a second to obey this command. I sat on Abigail's gorgeous young body and handcuffed her hands behind her back. Then I teased her with my fingers for a few minutes until she moaned in pleasure.

Finally, I laid myself over her and penetrated deeply into her. Insanity! After that we lay happily in each other's arms. We also had a lot of fun together for the rest of the day, which then passed without any shackles. Later that evening I drove Abigail home. I couldn't get her feet out of my mind.

As we sat in the car and turned the first corner, I looked over at Abigail with a smile: “Abigail, don't ask me why! Take off your shoes and stockings and then put your feet on the shelf up there in front of the windshield!”. "What shoud that? she wanted to know and shook her head. Do not ask! Take off your shoes, I said! Do me a favor!” I replied. Abigail looked at me, then bent down at her feet. Nothing surprised her anymore.

Although she didn't know what I wanted, she took off her shoes in the car as instructed. Abigail sat in the passenger seat and waited. Even in socks she offered a great sight. "What's Abigail?" I said, "Come on, don't pretend! Also the socks.

I want you to take off your socks now too! Come on!". “You may have ideas! Crazy!” she said. Then she did what I wanted. I saw how Abigail now also took off the blue socks.

Her bare feet showed. "Good this way! I like you that way, Abigail” I said, “Now put your feet up there!”. Abigail did. She placed her bare feet on the shelf in front.

Occasionally she curled her toes. I found it tremendously arousing to have a clear view of Abigail sitting barefoot next to me while driving the car, her feet displayed so beautifully on the shelf. We had to stop at a traffic light. The driver in the car to my right also looked at me immediately.

I guess he liked the sight too. Abigail was a bit uncomfortable. She wanted to put her feet down, but I disagreed. “Keep your feet nice up there, Abigail! You can see that he likes them too!” I ordered.

Then we had to laugh. Abigail flexed her toes. The guy in the car turned away. He probably felt caught. Abigail had to stay barefoot for the ride.

When I stopped at her parents' doorstep, Abigail wanted to put her shoes and socks back on, but I stopped her. "Not so fast Abigail. Don't put your socks on. They stay here!”. Abigail Stupe.

What was that? Did I want to send her home barefoot? Abigail, still barefoot, sat in the passenger seat and waited for what I wanted now. “Give me your socks!” I demanded, “as a little souvenir! Come on!". She looked at me with a grin and held out my socks and I took both socks and put them in my pocket. "That's good, Abigail. I'll keep the socks as a souvenir. But you are welcome to visit me again tomorrow! Maybe you'll get your socks back then!” I reached down to her sneakers and put them in the gap between the driver's door and my seat. Abigail couldn't reach her. She just looked amazed.

"What is that, Joe? "Abigail pointed one of her cute bare feet in my direction: 'Should I walk home barefoot or what?' she asked. I grabbed her ankle and pulled the foot towards me and looked at it. "Lovely, really!" I said, tenderly stroking the ball of the foot down to the toe. The idea of seeing the cute mouse walking barefoot outside turned me on like mad. I really would have liked to have sent Abigail home barefoot.

But her parents would have noticed. "OK. Abigail, a compromise. You walk the first stretch without shoes.

You can put them on over there on the other side of the street. But until then you go barefoot!” I suggested. "You're absolutely nuts, Joe!" she replied. "Are you doing it? Promise?” I asked, pointing the sneakers at her. “Barefoot across the street? “Abigail murmured, “okay, for you!”.

Abigail then took her sneakers, kissed me passionately and whispered: 'Bye, Joe. I love you. It was a super nice day. I found the handcuffs especially sharp. It was great! Also on the floor. I won't tell any of us. From our games. You are totally crazy!".

She laughed out loud. Then she walked across the street to the house. Barefoot. Insanity! She turned around again, threw me a kiss: "Until next time! How long are your parents gone? three weeks right? I think I'll come back to you tomorrow!” she called out to me because my car window was open.

Then she slipped into her open sneakers. I drove home with Abigail's blue socks in hand. The next day the doorbell rang. It took me a little while to open it as I came from the basement. I opened up.

Abigail stood there. I instinctively had to look at her feet. In fact: Abigail stood in front of the door in only her socks, she had her shoes in her hand. "Hello Joe! That's how you like me best, isn't it?” Abigail asked cheekily.

"How are my socks?" she asked before I could say anything. "Do the handcuffs actually fit around your feet?" Abigail asked quietly and looked down at her feet, which were standing there on the floor in only their socks. Without shoes!! I looked at her questioningly. “I just took them off once before.

I have to do that anyway, don't I?” said Abigail. She moved her toes, which stood there in front of me in socks. “Well Joe, as I know you, do you want to take them off my hands right away, Mh? Just let me run home barefoot yesterday!” Abigail teased me. I lost one. Abigail loved the game as much as I did.

I stared at her feet: two little feet in white/blue striped socks, gorgeous! "Abigail, if you're a good girl and take off your socks now, we'll try it. Show me your feet! Take off your socks!” She laughed. "Right here now, in front of the door?" Abigail asked. "Clear! I won't let you in until you're barefoot!” Then she put her shoes in front of the door.

She checked again to see if any neighbors walked by and looked. “Abigail come on play! Give me your socks!” I continued. "Yes / Yes! I'll do it!” She bent her right leg and took off her socks. Then the other one too.

She stood there barefoot on the ledge. I had to look at her little toes. “Will you let me in now?” Abigail asked, “Look, I'm barefoot! As it should be for a slave, right?” she laughed and held out her striped socks to me. I took them, already dreaming of putting the handcuffs around those sweet feet that were standing there in front of me. I knew we would have a lot of fun together.

"Shall we play a little game again?" she asked curiously and entered the house.

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