This was his room, his domain; he saw no need to cover himself in the presence of a stranger. He saw Tracy and Mistress Khadijah, arm in arm, talking...like old friends as they strolled in the room. ?Honey, I want you to meet . . .??Yes, Mistress Khadijah. I’m familiar. Enchante’ mademoiselle. You are even more lovely in person.? She extended her hand as he kissed the back of it softly. His body was alive with excitement. She looked him up and down, noticing what would normally be barely. Then there was the younger sister, Celeste. She’d just turned fifteen, and had small breasts yet, but she was tall and lissome, with golden blond hair that flowed down her back to just above her narrow waist. Shamefully, Donald coveted Celeste as well; her narrow waist and hips caused him to recall Nabakov’s repulsive Humbert Humbert, and the nymph, Lolita, Humbert’s own stepdaughter. Celeste hadn’t yet physically tormented Donald; hadn’t slapped him or ordered him around yet, but she was. “You will cry and beg. You will howl and sob. When I am through, you will belong to me. Make no mistake, I am going to hurt you terribly. The payoff for you is two-fold. First, by suffering for me, you will earn the privilege of serving my body.“I’ll have you lick my vulva until I’ve experienced multiple-orgasms. I’ll have you worship my ass by licking the crack and rimming my butt hole. This is what I like to think of as the ‘submissive kiss’. My late-husband learned to spend literally hours. ”The drug cocktail was starting to have an effect. Kimberly started to calm down and then sat up. At that point, she realized that there were multiple video screens showing horrible things. It looked like these were scenes from the old slave south. Black people in collars and chains were being dominated and punished by white people in the most horrible way. On one screen, a Black man who was tied to a whipping post was being whipped by a huge bull whip. The lacerations on his back and his.