<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/30xhdmr.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Amanda</span></strong> <br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Dianne Devotee</span></strong> </div></div><br/>We watch the monkey climb and ask for a hand.  I grip her wrist and she mine and she’s up with us.  Danai is majorly disappointed.  Majorly pouting.  I giggle and shake my head at her.  Too bad!—no lash or even spank.<br/><br/>Maid V?  Maybe Vajayjay, the cat.  Of course, we’ll have to be careful with all this.  The Mistress has named her Concubine Vajayjay.<br/><br/>I ask, “Do you think you could do that three more times?”  Danai’s all for that I can tell.  No, no.  I shake my head, “We just need a sense of how strong you are.  I want you to practice for a day or so.  A few climbs.  Do<strong>not</strong>tire yourself out.”<br/><br/>I can’t help but wonder if she’s getting a vibe from all this that’s addictive.  Probably.  We’ll see.<br/>