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You are going to be our little slave bitch" Nikki laughed. I sat there on my knees groggy while the two evil women stood in front of me. Two days after the initial call, we spoke to Alan on the phone. Initially, he was monosyllabic and talked in a monotone. I knew that victims were left extremely withdrawn after years of being institutionalised. But when I handed the phone to Mum, Alan said: “It’s so good to hear your voice.” Somehow, we all managed to stay composed, but once we had said our goodbyes, the tears came.

We were all devastated. When did we lose the little boy who would run up to us all for cuddles? He would turn up to the house so high that Mum often feared for her own safety. As a weak homo, your destiny is to become an instrument, My personal tool. For the dumber slaves out there, that means you will only live to serve, tribute and trying hard to please ME. And you will enjoy it because I am what you've always wanted. So this is a dream coming true.Every morning when you wake up and every night before bed, you will worship my feet no matter how tired you are. That is ; only if you are enticed enough to type the Link - into your Favorite search Engine --------> If you would like to do that .

In the six-month trial that began in November 2016 at Nottingham crown court, it soon became evident that was part of the ringleaders’ modus operandi. The Rooney family may have beaten their victims and left them to live in squalid conditions, but they gave them a place to live – something many of them had previously lost. I thought my heart would break, and I felt an overwhelming guilt for not trying to search for my brother sooner. But despite our regrets, Alan never appeared to hold it against us. You must pamper me with gifts and money. You're just a foot boy. Foot boys have nothing better to spend their money on. If at any moment I embarrass, humiliate, and expose you for being the submissive little foot freak that you are, you don't complain about it. So this is the type of Women ; who capture my affections for a very long - long period of time . These are the type of Women who are sophisticated & classy enough to hold down a Man , more like myself . So I am asking you directly this one Question , " Are you that Woman ? "

I gave go right then and there because I’m not a good lier and he had clearly known what had happened. Always treat me like a beautiful perfect goddess. You should be extremely grateful that I chose YOU to be my foot slave. These were the last girls I wanted to see. They had both separately shown interests in me in the past few weeks and I had snubbed them both. Jennifer was crazy, and a bit too chubby for me, and so was Nikki plus she had short hair and I just wasn't in to that. They sat on my couch and told me they were waiting for my roommate. Whatever, I thought, as long as they were gone before the pills took effect. Maybe you are new to this way of serving but I will enlighten you to the joy of financial domination. You filthy homos have to understand that you willnotput your greedy hands all over Myhot muscular body. You may of course be allowed to admire it and even get the privilege of cleaning Mysweaty armpitsandFEETwith your tongue.

Now I’ve known him for a long time, and we’ve done a lot of crazy things together and with our other friends but this, I didn’t know what was going to happen. The people enslaved by the Rooney family lived in basic caravans with no running water or toilet facilities. Photograph: Lincolnshire police/PA We grew from kids to teenagers and while my life and that of my other brother continued on a fairly normal route towards establishing careers and buying our first homes, Alan started to stray from the path. He had always been such a happy boy, the joker of the class and always smiling, with a huge affection for animals. In many ways, he was quite gullible but we always put it down to his sensitive and caring nature. He ate a salad with his hands, laughed inappropriately and too loudly and was not in very good shape physically. He had missing teeth and the few he had left were rotten, and he was extremely gaunt with greying skin. I tried to move but realized I couldn't. My hands were tied to the legs of a chair and my feet were both bound to a large wooden table. I was completely helpless, spread eagle on the floor, and soon realized I was naked. I screamed out for help.Each day, faggot, you feel the urge. You are eager and desperate to serve. You have chatted with so many MASTERS (mostly so-called masters), craving their attention to fill the voids of your life. Through disappointment after disappointment you learned that a truly superior MAN is what he claims to be: areal dominant MALEwho is always leading others, his family, his friends and his slaves. That's the kind of MAN you need in your pitiful and perverted life. Someone you want to be owned by, someone who controls your whole being.