<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/SlimSuzie.jpg)   <br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Suzie Lao</span></em></span></div> </div>Suzie woke Alex with a sharp slap across her cheek, simultaneously yanking the towel away.  The sudden lack of covering was like a wave of cool air, a keen reminder of the slave's near-nudity.  "Bad dog!  Bad dog!  No getting into my drawers!  These are for people," she shook the white towels in Alex's face, using them to hit her on the nose, "not for pets!  Bad!"<br/><br/>She stood up, giving a brief moment for the sudden deluge of sound and sensation to become wakefulness.  She wore a military uniform today, of a sort; a bodysuit of black, shiny leather and silver piping clung to her curves, with shining epaulets and peaked cap.  Any functionality was belied by zippers at her groin and breasts, and boots with painfully high heels.  Clearly she'd also been up long enough to replace her make up in severe contrasts, heightening her image as some sort of fascist fetish officer.  A riding crop even hung from her belt, while she held a collar, chain, and something incongruously bright plush in the hand not shaking the towels in outrage.<br/><br/>"Now sit up and be still while I put your leash on.  Then I think we'll put your tail in, maybe it will remind you of your place."