(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>Fairmont Monte Carlo<br/><strong>With:</strong>His slave, Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon<br/><br/>The ride from the Maya Bar Bar & Café (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=142203.msg6559413#msg6559413) seemed to take forever.  There was a bit of traffic on the road, no doubt caused by one of those slow-moving carriages being pulled by a pair of cunts dolled up like ponygirls.  They were quite the spectacle, and slowed all the cars on the road as their occupants looked and took pictures.<br/><br/>Along with the driver in the carriage, two large black men were the passengers, and a little Asian piece of ass was trying to keep up as she was leashed to the back of the carriage.  I always enjoyed seeing fellow men of color taking advantage of white bitches.  If only our ancestors that were enslaved themselves could see the descendents of their owners now.<br/><br/>For a while, I pulled up behind the carriage, seeing the tight little ass and short, shapely legs of the barely pubescent, slim, slanty-eyed slut in tow.  I changed lanes and pulled up to the side of the ponygirls, admiring their buttplug tails in their thick asses and their jingling bells on their bouncing udders.<br/><br/>I had been molesting my slave-cunt during the drive - squeezing her leg, slapping her inner thigh, tugging on her nipples, squeezing her cheeks...  I tugged the hair on the back of her head and made her look at the pretty ponygirls.<br/><br/><strong>"Perhaps I will have you pull a carriage for me while I whip your ass someday."</strong><br/><br/>I pulled up to the Fairmont Monte Carlo.  The gullwing doors and the trunk opened simultaneously as valets flanked my car.  I tossed the leash to the valet on the curb and handed the other a generous tip.  Perhaps I would have my slave suck off the young man some time as a reward for his regular excellent service.<br/><br/>I took the leash and took my slave to the back of my car.  Valets offered to take my bags, but I wanted to remind my slave that she was there for my pleasure, but could also be a beast of burden when I wanted her to.<br/><br/><strong>"Stick your arms out, cunt."</strong>It was fun training her to respond to my gestures, but my commands would inevitably get more complicated and it would be easier for me to just tell her what to do.  In the end, I would condition her to be my perfect little slave, catering to my every whim as soon as I even thought about it.<br/><br/>I took the shopping bags and put the loops around her forearms until they were at her elbows, like they were purses.  I put one on each side, and placed the third between her teeth.  She was carrying the outfits and objects I would use on her in a most humiliating way, much to the amusement of both the employees and the guests.<br/><br/>With a tug of the leash, I had her following me through the lobby like a good pet wearing nothing but her collar and a pair of high heels.  Some of the guests had quizzical looks on their faces as they looked at my slave.  I paid it no mind, keeping the portfolio of her information between my arm and chest.<br/><br/>When the elevator doors closed, we could see our reflection in the mirrored door.  I turned to her and caressed the side of her head, pressing my face into her hair and sniffing deeply.  I tugged a nipple and twisted it, then touched her between her legs.<br/><br/><strong>"Such a little snail, with such a slimy trail."</strong>I held up my hand, spreading my fingers apart, demonstrating her wetness further with the bridge of her nectar forming between them.  I wiped my fingers on her cheeks, making her wear her arousal on her face.<br/><br/>The elevator doors opened to one of the upper floors.  I gave her ass a smack to lead the way.  It was a basic room with a nice view, but since I was staying for an extended period and I was a regular guest of the Fairmont chain, the hotel was kind enough to provide some accomodations.  It was nothing like what Kaelyn had at her brothel, but it would suffice.<br/><br/>The bedframe was replaced from one having only a headboard to a proper bondage bed with sturdy metal head- and footboards that had several attachment points.  And the bench at the foot of the bed was removed and substituted by a rectangular cage.  Combined with my purchases from the Emperium, it would serve as a nice, makeshift dungeon.<br/><br/>I took the bags from my slave and placed them on the bed.  I went through the bags and pulled out the riding crop.  I ran the tip along her cheeks, then down to her breasts and between her legs.<br/><br/><strong>"Every time you do something wrong..."</strong>I smacked one of her nipples with the crop.<strong>"I will hit you with this..."</strong>I did the same to the other nipple.<strong>"So you will learn what I like."</strong>I walked around her and used the crop on one of her asscheeks.<strong>"I could tell you what to do..."</strong>I cropped her other asscheek.<strong>"But I prefer for you to learn the hard way."</strong>I tap-tap-tapped her pussy, then made like I was going to hit her, but ended it with another tap.<br/><br/><strong>"If you please me, perhaps I will give you attention of the less... negative variety."</strong>I ran the edged along her slit, parting her lips and getting the crop nice and wet.<br/><br/><strong>"When I ask you a question or give you an order, I expect a suitable response from those slutty lips of yours, cunt.  Lavish with me praise, promise me satisfaction, offer yourself for my use, show gratitude, beg me to take advantage of you.  For now, I want to take a shower.  Take off my clothes, hold them to your face and smell them, then hang each article of clothing in the closet or toss it in the hamper, accordingly."</strong>