<br/>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/Leotie_Avatar_04.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Leotie Dominguez</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>in the gambling lounge<br/><strong>With:</strong>Her mistress Nereza Fabrizio, sitting near Ricardo Reyes and Kamala.<br/><br/>Crawling through the casino's lounge I did a fairly good job of keeping up with my mistress, keeping my posture the exact way that she'd taught me in the months I've been with her. Thankful that my hair was in braids today, other wise I might have accidentally gotten some in my eyes and I would have had a terrible time of seeing where I was- oh no!<br/><br/>I'd stopped in time so that I wouldn't go past her, but I'd been to close to her. When she moved to go another direction we brushed against one another! I didn't know how I could be such a bad slut!<br/><br/>I tried not to make a noise as Mistress forcibly hauled me up, though there was a slight gagging sound as my eyes widened in surprise and I did my best to keep my arms and hands at my side, so that Mistress could reach anywhere she thought she would need to in order to punish me. The hit to my ass made me jump a little, my mouth opened in a scream that I did not allow past my lips, so that attention wouldn't be brought to her. Instead I just whimpered quietly to her. I deserved that smack.<br/><br/>I nodded when she issued the threat if that was to happen again. I'd had my fingers stomped on before, I've also accidentally slammed my fingers in a car door before. But she seemed to know how to<em>really</em>make the pain stay with out permanently damaging the joints, or really doing damage to my fingers. I did not want to mess up again.<br/><br/>My Mistress deserved better then that after all.<br/><br/>I coughed when she let me back down to all fours. A red mark was now visible and stinging on my ass, but it could have been worse. And the fact that it wasn't let me know that Mistress was still in a good mood, and that improved my own. Even if it was a little hard to breath.<br/><br/>I followed quickly after my Mistress, jerking forward a bit but managing not to topple over when she pulled on my leash. I would just die of embarrassment for my Mistress if that happened, what would the people think of her? If they thought that she couldn't even train a slave well enough to do something as simple as keep up on all fours.<br/><br/>We stopped next to a table where I smoothly transitioned into the kneeling position, my neck and back a perfectly straight line, which put my sight just a bit above the table. I looked over to a woman who was also kneeling nearby me. Her master had dressed her up, that was kind of silly. Why would you do that and cover  her up like that? Maybe she had a jealous owner? She stole a glance over to me, and I smiled at her, she frowned deeply at me and turned away staring at the ground darkly.<br/><br/>Had I done something wrong?<br/><br/>I frowned lightly trying to think of why she would give me such a dirty look? Maybe she thought I was a terrible slave? Had she seen my mistake a moment ago? Had the other slaves here seen her mess up as well? My lower lip wibbled at the thought.<br/><br/>I tried not to lower my head, and made sure I kept myself composed, but my eyes did lower as I looked at the ground instead of what was going on at the table. I absently listened to my Mistress, not paying attention to her words, but to her tone. In case she wanted my attention, instead of one of the girls walking around serving the guests.