(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/IetjeVanLeeuwen_Avatar01.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">IETJE VAN LEEUWEN</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Various Shops in Monte Carlo<br/><strong>With:</strong>Her master, Phillipe Creaux<br/><br/>Ietje quickly put her hair up in a tight bun.  She knew what game Phillipe was playing and at least she could put on the conservative and slutty look instead of the nude and slutty look.  "Yes master."  She twirled again and showed him the results as she knew that he enjoyed her showing off her body.  If nothing else it would distract and mollify him.  She stood quietly as he rubbed her lips and then nodded.  From her purse she pulled out a little gold tube of lipstick and applied it expertly.  She blotted and rolled her lips and smiled in a patently false way to show her whorishly red lips.  The rest of the make up was quickly adjusted; if nothing else Ietje had learned in her spoiled life she knew how to apply make up and make herself look good.  The darker eyelashes and paler foundation made her lips look even more alluring on top of her pale complexion and blond hair.<br/><br/>She struggled for a moment as he grasped her.  Her head jerked away from him until he captured her lips with his superior strength.  And to be honest she had come to enjoy his rough, dominating and highly erotic kisses although Ietje would never admit that to herself out loud.  She moaned a bit as he dominated her lips and then surrendered to him as his tongue penetrated and claimed her mouth.  Her tongue began to duel back with his as she reacted unconsciously to his assault.  He'd done this over and over enough with her that she could not help but respond.  Her nipples hardened and she felt a stir of heat and dampness between her legs as he continued to demonstrate his mastery over her body.<br/><br/>Ietje was panting slightly when he released her.  Her lipstick was smeared and her face was flushed with the effort and no small amount of passion.  She looked away from him as he demanded to know who owned her.  Ietje delayed for a few seconds, just long enough to demonstrate her little defiance but not long enough to earn a punishment.  She knew what he wanted however and met his eyes as she spoke loudly.<strong>"I am owned body and soul by my master Phillipe Creaux.  I am his to use, to abuse and to have in every way."</strong>