(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/PauletteAvatar.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">PAULETTE LISETTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fairmont Monte Carlo<br/><strong>With:</strong>Her master, Dr. Okello Okanjo<br/><br/>I rode silently with my master through the town.  I remembered the last time I had been here with my lover and manager Adrian in a car exactly like this one.  I had given him a blow job as we moved through heavy traffic just like this one and the memory stirred me.  I tried to ignore the steady touching as he ran his hands over my body.  I looked out the window, trying to focus on the pretty views rather than the memories and the reaction of my body to them and to the feel of Doctor Okanjo's hard, strong and controlling hands on my body.  Teh sight of the pony girls running ahead of the carriage made me think that perhaps I was just a mare being gentled, tamed through touch and familiarity with my master's hands.  My master...  I had avoided even thinking of him in that way; the use of Doctor Okanjo was so much more neutral, civilized.  Yet... he was mastering me, slowly but surely as my body slipped into the well oiled pathways of obedience drilled into me at the Center. Perhaps I could out wait him, pretend to be broken and docile while my mind stayed my own.  Then I would suddenly claim my freedom again and spurn him.  Yes... focus on that to maintain my sanity; focus on freedom.<br/><br/>I whimpered just a bit at the sudden shock as Doctor Okanjo yanked my hair and forced me to look at the pony girls more closely.  I cringed inwardly at the total loss of identity that those women experienced.  I didn't dare react in order to not provoke a response but merely stared and tried to remember how to pray that I might avoid that fate.<br/><br/>I looked admiringly at the hotel as the car pulled up in the driveway.  I had never stayed at the Fairmont but anyone who followed Formula One knew of it and the hairpin curve.  Now I never really cared for racing but Adrian was a huge fan and forced me several years running to attend the race here as well as others across Europe.  From the look of things, my owner was quite rich and well respected.  At least he wasn't a poor slob.  Standing up at the tug of the leash I followed obediently to the back of the car.  At Doctor Okanjo's command I held out my arms with a slightly quizzical look in my eyes.  When he loaded me up with the packages, including one held in my teeth I truly gritted my teeth down on the twisted fiber handle of the bag in anger at my humiliation.  I might be a toy to be screwed, even in the ass, but this?<br/><br/>As he led me through the hotel lobby I held my head high and walked as elegantly as if I was on the runway in Paris, modeling clothing for the finest of houses.  My heels clicked, clicked, clicked on the smooth marble floor as my entire body swayed elegantly across the room.  I wore the collar around my neck like a crown.  Unfortunately the effect was somewhat ruined by my painfully erect nipples, my engorged labia and the wet tracks down my thighs and on my ass from my hyperactive arousal.  It had only taken a series of steroid treatments and minor surgery on the nerves to my glands to put me in a hyperactive state.<br/><br/>Upon entering the elevator I tried to remain passive and quiet but he nuzzled me and twisted my nipple.  My eyes narrowed slightly in reaction to his touch; I loved the feel of stimulation to my nipples and I must admit that I was beginning to like his strong hands on my body.  At the touch of Doctor Okanjo's fingers on my wet slit I looked away slightly, my lips pursing just a bit around the handle in my mouth like the bit in a thoroughbred race horse.  I saw no need to respond to his crude remark and accepted the anointing of my face with my strongly scented dew with proud silence.  Now was the time to draw my mental line in the sand if I could...<br/><br/>At the sight of the room, the bondage bed and especially the cage I cringed.  The cage especially frightened me as it brought back memories of being trapped in that car with the dead Adrian, hanging upside down buckled into my seat, his semen spattered on my face and hair as well as filling my mouth.  I jumped a bit at the smack to my ass, my mind lost in my thoughts and fears for a moment.  Standing quietly I jumped and cringed backwards as he smacked first one nipple and then the other with the crop.  I knew how much pain those things could inflict and recognized that Doctor Okanjo was a master with it; he knew just how to hit me to make it really hurt.<br/><br/>I managed not to flinch when he smacked my ass cheeks; I was better prepared for the impact but I jumped and bit my lip as he tapped on my pussy.  I flinched and jumped despite my best efforts with every tap and my eyes closed anticipating the pain as he made to strike me.  My eyes opened, slightly relieved as he rubbed between my eager, ruddy lips with the leather.  Instead of pain I felt a tingle of pleasure at the tough of the rough crop against the throbbing barrel of my clit.  My pussy clenched, wanting something to fill it as I met Doctor Okanjo's eyes for the first time since we'd gotten into the car back at the park.<br/><br/>At his command I nodded, speechless for a moment as he commanded me to not only speak but to praise and worship him.  I thought he was going to train me with silence like some kind of dog.  My mind reeled for a moment and I managed to gather my wits about me.  I stared at Doctor Okanjo for a moment as I absorbed his commands.<br/><br/>After a pause I stepped forward and smiled at the man in front of me. Ok... so I could keep this objective.  I started to address him but the word stuck in my mouth for a second....<strong>"Master, you are a handsome, domineering man.  This cunt is wet for your sex, for your use.  This slave is lucky to have such a strong, rich master." </strong>I knelt in front of him and unlaced first one and then another shoe.  I held his leg up slightly to allow me to remove it and carefully set them aside.  I sniffed the shoe and then the sock as I removed each one, the socks being put over in a heap.<strong>"Master's shoes smell of fine Italian leather.  Master has good taste in his clothing."</strong><br/><br/>I stood and unbuckled his belt, unsnapped the waistband and pulled the zipper down.  My cheeks started to burn a bit and my pussy quivered as I sensed the heat of the manhood that had so thoroughly plundered my ass not an hour ago.  I ran my hands down his legs as the pants were lowered, my fingers feeling the strongly muscled, thighs.  An image flashed unbidden in my head of those thighs spreading mine apart as my legs were wrapped around those rock hard pillars, a cock pounding my pussy.  I gasped a bit, my eyes flashing as my pussy clenched hard, hard in need and my hands tightened a bit on those manly limbs.<strong>"This cunt thinks that Master has a wonderfully muscled body.  This cunt is a weak female compared to Master."  </strong><br/><br/>As I squatted to lower the pants my eyes came level with Doctor Okanjo's groin.  I could already smell his masculine arousal and I couldn't help but stare at what was waiting for me in his under pants.  Kneeling I lifted up one leg and then another, much as I had done before and then rose and smelled the pants.<strong> "These are clean Master, I will fold them and set them aside."</strong>I moved away for a moment and folded the slacks over the top of the cage to hide the abhorrent thing.<br/><br/>Returning to the motionless man I smiled up at him.<strong>"Master is most generous to let this cunt undress him and touch his body.  This cunt is lucky to have a master with such a large cock and handsome body." </strong>The words were starting to fall off my lips easily.  I had of course been trained in slut-speak since I was a little girl and the time at the Center had only reinforced it.  My growing, gnawing arousal and deeply competitive nature were driving me to perform as well as I could to mimic a good little fuck-slut.  I stood close and unbuttoned his shirt from top to bottom.  I was standing close and I could feel the heat rising off of his body and especially his groin as his scent seemed to fill my nostrils.  They'd messed with my sensitivity to certain smells as well and the Pavlovian conditioning kicked in with a vengeance as those male pheromones hit me.<br/><br/>My movements started to be playful as I unbuttoned the many buttons.<strong>"This cunt wants to worship her master's body.  Crush this cunt underneath your strong embrace and fuck this slut's pussy.  Spunk her and leave her dribbling your seed master.  This cunt's pussy is needy for your cock."</strong>My hands brushed across his groin at the bottom button and I froze for a moment before continuing with a forced motion.<strong>"Let this cunt kiss and suck and lick Master's body to give him pleasure.  This cunt is only hands and holes for Master, please use this cunt's holes master.  This cunt yearns to be fucked."</strong><br/><br/>I removed the cufflinks and sniffed the shirt, each arm pit getting a special sniff.  The smell of male perspiration over the acrid scent of deodorant sent more thrills through my body.  I had always, always like the smell of a man's perspiration and Master's was no different.  I sniffed again to memorize the smell, temporarily lost in the act.  Oh, Master had a wonderful... Shit, I called that bastard Master in my thoughts.  What the fuck?  God damn!  I covered my confusion by moving to throw the shirt in the dirty pile.<br/><br/>My eyes ran over Doctor Okanjo’s chest.  Doctor Okjano, Doctor Okanjo… not, not, not Master.  His body was taunt, well muscled and very attractive.  Again my pussy clenched and I swayed closer to him, my breasts almost brushing against him.  Time to continue the charade if charade it still was…<strong> “Oh Master, your chest is broad and strong.  This cunt is dripping with arousal at your body.  Please let this cunt snuggle against your broad chest and stroke and worship your wonderful body.  Master’s smell is so wonderful.  This cunt loves the harsh scent of Master’s sweat on his shirt.  See how this cunt’s nipples are hard and her cunt is dripping with dew.  When master takes his shower can this cunt wash master off and rub her wet, soapy body against master?” </strong>This was getting crazy, the more she spoke, the more clothing she removed from this man, her Mas… Doctor Okanjo… the more excited and into the role she was getting.  Maybe that was good; if he thought she was doing a good job then maybe he wouldn’t punish her, throw her in the cage.<br/><br/>Now he was dressed only in his underwear.  I swallowed and glanced into his eyes for a moment.  It was unclear to me and I'm sure it was uncertain to him if I swallowed because of fear, uncertainty or arousal but perhaps it was all three.  I could smell the strong scent of her female lubricate now running down my thighs and calves in a humiliating ooze.  My eyes were shining and full of emotions unknown even to me as I studied him for a moment before my eyes dropped again.  Keeping my eyes locked on his mouth my hands moved down to slip under his waist band.<strong>“Mmmm… Master saves the best for last for this cunt.”</strong>I knew what was expected and I knelt and pulled his underwear down and gazed on the cock and balls that had reamed me just a short time before.  My asshole clenched and a little blurp of semen oozed from my rosebud at the memory of the ass fucking I had endured in the tunnel at the park.  I wanted to gag and crey at the feel of the semen but I mastered myself.  Slipping his underwear off his legs I sniffed the fabric deeply.  Oh god, the smell of his sex, his semen, his perspiration… oh god, oh god it smelled good.  I remembered the Center.  I remembered being allowed to eat and sleep after days of deprivation after I was exposed to male pheromones and scents.  I had been trained, like Pavlov had trained his dogs; I could no more quiver in arousal at the scent than I could not hunger if not fed for a week.<br/><br/>Breathing deeply, smelling with obvious pleasure, I felt the role slipping away from my as the script turned to reality.  I looked up at my Master and he was Master with a capital 'M' .<strong> “Oh, Master, this underwear is ready to be changed but may this cunt keep it to smell and remind  her of her master’s manly scent?” </strong>I met his eyes, my face flushed.  The penis was less than an inch from my face as I held the underwear.<strong> “May this cunt pleasure her Master with her hands and mouth before he takes his shower?  Then she can wash him off in the shower by using her body as a soapy wash cloth.”</strong><br/>