Sam leaned against Thorn's leg, seeming perfectly content to lie at her feet, being treated like a dog.  He smiled broadly when Thorn handed him a glass of wine, and sipped from it carefully, leaning against his Master all the harder.  He felt quite content, yet when Thorn placed her fingers under his chin and raised him up to look at her, his eyes seemeed to haze over with bliss.<br/><br/>All Sam could do in response to Thorn's kindness was stay curled up at her feet, utterly enslaved.  He rested his head against her knee, moaning softly in delight.  He felt that he was going to burst, as he carefully ignored the other woman in the room.  Thorn had told him not to look at her, so as far as he cared, she didn't exist.