.I can explain..." but Kaitee was relentless. "And earlier today! What did you do to yourself? Your hair was braided -- what do they call it? -- cornr...ows? And the padded pants. You looked like one of those black girls we saw on Hollywood Boulevard, the prostitutes. Why would you even dress up like that? ... Unless...unless you..."Tiffany fell to her knees now, wrapped her arms around Kaitee's legs and cried, "no! No! I...I..." but she had nothing to say. She couldn't tell Kaitee what was really. Then all of a sudden a hard knee into my balls made me collapsed to the floor in excruciating pain! "I DONT WANT ANY FUCKING EXCUSES YOU CUNT!!!! ........ I TOLD YOU I WANTED IT FULL!!!! ....... IS THE CONTAINER FULL OF YOUR SPUNK?" Mistress Elektra asked. No Mistress Elektra I said. YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS FAILED ATTEMPT LATER ON!!! NOW GET OVER MY FUCKING STOOL SO I CAN INSPECT YOUR ARSEHOLE YOU USELESS CUNT!!! Yes Mistress Elektra, I responded. I proceeded to move over to the fucking stool. But with DJ, everything was different. She had always been more to me than just another number on "The List". I couldn't imagine leaving her to deal with this on her own. Staying with her was the right thing to do, right?I didn't know why I told Dawn about that thought process. Maybe I was trying to talk my way through the decision with a trusted friend, someone I knew to be a good listener. But maybe it was more because I owed her an explanation – an explanation of why things between us would. When I returned all I could see, were those sexy heels, those lovely legs and that sweet looking ass. In one hand I had the belt, in the other hand I had K-Y & the Slim Butt plug. I set the belt aside, removed my skirt, then put some K-Y on my finger and started to lube her cute little asshole, she jumped, "noooooo." "Do as I wish, or you'll get all 40 lashes," I retorted, knowing that if she had really wanted me to stop I would've heard a code word. I lubed the.