The next time I met my master was two and a half weeks later. He had told me I needed to rest, and I hadn’t complained about that. I had been really...sore, but I hadn’t bled anything so I thought I didn’t need anything other than some sleep and maybe some ice…I had bought a thong, which I was wearing under my jeans. When I stripped down my master told me to keep it on me. He put the collar around my neck and then made me crawl on all fours beside him as he walked around in the house and did some. At one point, there was a lull in the conversation, and Diane suggested a game. She had found it in her daughter's things when she'd gone off for college. It was a drinking type game, a little riske, but nothing serious. It sounded fun the way Diane explained. Kinda like truth or dare, but with a twist. The game was called, What Happens in Vegas....Round 1, Each card in the deck represents a challenge, which was written on the sheet that Diane had. Once two aces were drawn, the round was over.. "Who invited her?" a woman standing next to the President's secretary asked. "President Trump added her name in his own handwriting when he approved the guest list." "I didn't think counselor were invited to this kind of event." "They aren't" "Where's the First Lady?" "Back in New York dedicating a new hospital." "Don't you think someone would talk?" "She's used to it. He's been cheating for the last twenty years." Conversation returned to normal as Hope Hicks joined a group of men and women. “ I spent a lot of development tome on that presentation for you !” I scolded. “ why would you think you would not be participating and , did you think you were leaving? She looked down, stopped her sniffles and now complied. “ this is.. it’s just… why? I don’t understand this at all!!” She started to shriek. A quick slap to her face brought her back to reality. “ listen! I have had enough of the “ I don’t get it” game . Are you fucking regraded?!??” I shouted at her. “ I can’t be anymore clear.
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