The Baron lifted an eyebrow at her.  "As a slave," he informed her flatly, "You will be given few choices.  Some are tidbits of freedom offered like a table scraps to a dog.  These should be savored as the precious rewards they are.  Others are tests or amusements to see what the slave will choose.  If I had not wanted you to choose, I would not have asked you.  I would have either commanded you to strip or to suckle my cock."<br/><br/>He paused then before his grip in her hair tightened and he pushed her back with a strength that seemed quite beyond his withered frame.<br/><br/>"Now get to your feet and strip," he ordered sharply.