As he lay, mouth agape, I filled my mouth with saliva and then gently drizzled it into his mouth. 

He made no effort to resist and greedily drank my spit.  I could hear Mistress Vixen chuckling to herself as she snapped some more photos. 

When I thought that he had drunk enough, I got off the slave and ordered him to lie flat out, face down. 
I told him, “Eat some of the lovely grass.  Eat up.”

His head shook as he nibbled at the greenery and swallowed.  It was satisfying to see a man chewing the cud, like some menial farm animal.  Each time he let up, I was ready to stand on his head and push his face back into the dirt. 

As he ate, I stepped up onto his back and balanced myself, careful not to topple off.  I could see the satisfying little ringlet marks of my heels imprinted into his flesh.  The more he groaned, the more weight I forced down onto him.  He breathed heavily and finally he passed out.

We all watched the slave as he shook and shuddered, in a state of unconsciousness. 

When, finally, he did open his eyes, he looked unsure as to where he was or what was going on.  I dug my heels into him and he very quickly remembered.  I stood on his hands and heard his knuckles crunching beneath my feet.  He begged me to release him, but I hadn’t finished with him. 

However, Mistress Vixen announced that she had got all the photographs she needed, and the slave was let off… luckily for him!