Even of the seven who did turn up, five of them couldn’t put up with the sheer cruelty of my lovely mistress’ angry punishments. Smriti and Kritik...ji were surprised I could put up with it and loved me more for it after this.A dom guy saw the ad we had put out and called to check if we were for real. Realizing we were, he thought to hook Smriti and Kritikaji onto this community of high society doms who throw money away to get obedient slaves. “There are rules, but not many follow them too. She decided to walk to PetHub that morning. She normally drove, but it was only about a mile from the apartment and she had extra time to kill before her shift. Plus, the exercise wouldn’t kill her.The warm breeze seemed to shoot right up her skirt and across her fur covered mound. Several times she had to look down because she was sure that it was blowing up and showing everything, but it only felt that way.She waited outside, pacing in the parking lot until the last minute, steeling her. ”The next morning, they dressed well and walked three blocks to the courthouse only to learn that Avan would not be permitted in the judge’s chambers. He told his brother, “Don’t agree to anything and whatever you do, don’t sign anything!”Yuri agreed but when he returned from the chambers of Judge Ciro T. Nikolai, his shoulders were slumped and he looked like a defeated man. Avan pulled him quickly from the courthouse and asked him what happened.When Yuri finally spoke, the news wasn’t. Even if they don’t, it will give us some ammo to use in court. I want to ensure this kind of racism is pulled up by the root.”I knew that this particular case wasn’t really about racism, per se, but more about an assassin who was once again prevented from carrying out his mission. I also knew that the individuals involved had been bribed to perform the things they did. Of course, the fact that these things happened to a black male minor and the majority of those involved were white, sure looked.