(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/OkelloAvatar01.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Dr. Okello Okanjo</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Le Centre Commercial le Métropole, various departments<br/><strong>With:</strong>Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon, a store slave girl<br/><br/>Dr. Okanjo stopped walking, then held up and hooked his index finger toward himself, bidding his slave closer.  He pointed to the floor, where she would kneel with her thighs apart, her back arched, and her hands behind her waist.  He stood before her and held her chin, eager to look down toward her while she looked up to him.<br/><br/>As Dr. Okanjo considered various kinds of merchandise to buy, he recalled his slave's behavior and appearance in the office, and also paid close attention to the way she acted and looked as she followed him throughout the store.<br/><br/>On the sales floor and in the office, she seemed to be hanging on his every word, none of which was ever directed at her.  She was very alert and observant, unlike some slaves who just tuned out, waiting to be called or hit or fucked.  With his trained physician's eye, he could see the feint trembling in her figure, which was so slender and yet somehow still curvy.  The fear was there, the fear of what her life is, who her master will be.  There was more than that - guilt?  Regret?  She must have been having so many thoughts going on inside that blond head of hers.  He wondered what she was thinking about, what she was remembering.  But he quickly let that feeling go, and decided it was time to remind her of her place.<br/><br/>As soon as a client leaves the sales floor of slaves, he can leave with his new purchase or make more purchases in the section for sex toys, sex enhancers, fetish gear and BDSM gear.<br/><br/>The store slave was holding a basket containing the fetish wear items Dr. Okanjo already picked out - opera length gloves, thigh high stockings, pasties, panties, a garter belt, a collar and a see through nightie - all of which were black.  He could not just buy a new doll and not get her accessories.<br/><br/>Rope, restraints, a ballgag, a blindfold, a buttplug and a personal massager were the first to be added to the pile.  Clamps with weights, bells and chains were next, followed by a pinwheel, a paddle, and a flogger.  He seemed to take some time settling on one last item - a riding crop.  He placed it under her chin, then traced it along her cheeks, jawline, collarbones, breasts, and pussy.<br/><br/>He hooked the leash under his shoe, then pulled upward the end of the leash in his hand, causing the other end attached to her collar to go closer to the floor.  She would have to lean forward and down until she was back on all fours, with the side of her face resting on the top of his shoe.  As she exposed her bare ass, he ran the flattened tip of the riding crop along the cheeks of her bottom, then lifted the crop up in the air and gave her a wack.  He repeated the same motion on the other side.  Apparently satisfied, he gave it to the store slave, who started leading him to the cashier's area.<br/><br/>Dr. Okanjo had his slave lead the way, admiring the matching red marks she had on her ass.  Her pussy was as plump and dewy as ever, and he wondered if she was always aroused or just some of the time.  With the slave in front, he let the leash get between her knees.  He stopped her, pulled the leash up against her cleft and between her ass cheeks, then walked in front of her, making her feel him slap her pussy with the leash with just a flick of his wrist.<br/><br/>