(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>The Emperium, in the fetish, BDSM, and sex departments<br/><strong>With:</strong>His new slave, Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon; a store slave girl<br/><br/>With the tension of the leash going from her collar, down between her breasts and up between her legs and rear cheeks, his new slave's head was forced down and her ass was raised up.  The segment of leash going up between her plump pussy lips was getting wet from her juices leaking so copiously.  The matte finish of the black leather strap connecting his hand to her neck glistened along the length that was punishing and pleasuring her private place.<br/><br/>She probably would have crawled straight into the counter had he not suddenly stood still as she moved forward on her hands and knees.  Without warning, he allowed her motion to make he leash go taut.  As the shop slave started tallying up his other purchases, he stood at her side, placing his shoe under her chin and making her turn her head to look up and over her shoulder at him.  Dr. Okanjo wiggled the leash, sliding the slick leather across her sex, going from one groove between her inner thigh and her pussy to the opposite groove, spreading her juices all over her mound.  He continued doing this as long as she kept eye contact.  If she blinked for too long or looked away from fatigue, he flicked his wrist, snapping the leash painfully up against her clit.<br/><br/>The shop slave held up each item and folded it delicately or packed it carefully, occasionally making comments, such as,<strong>"This cunt is envious of a master who buys his property such lovely articles of women's fetish clothing...  If only this cunt was worthy of such implements of pleasure...  Surely if master owned this cunt, this cunt would intentionally misbehave if only to allow master to beat her this cunt..."</strong><br/><br/>The shop slave was no doubt only following her training.  Perhaps she felt the need to speak to the master since he barely asked her any questions about all of the bondage clothing and gear she had first-hand encyclopedic knowledge of.  For Dr. Okanjo, the shop slave's voice was a distraction he was not interested in.<br/><br/><strong>"Silence, cunt, or I will report you to your master and he will add blows to your daily punishment instead of taking them away."</strong><br/><br/>Dr. Okanjo heard rumors that slave girls working in some stores were regularly punished at the end of the day.  If a client told her master that her service was pleasing, the punishment was decreased.  Meanwhile, complaints meant that she suffered more.  Sometimes the slave's training conflicted with pleasing the client - which meant that the slave was getting punished either way, for one reason or another.<br/><br/>Whether Dr. Okanjo was accurate in his assumption was not particularly relevant.  He was displeased with the shop slave and the master's message was clear.  The shop slave shut up.<br/><br/>Amid the general silence, save for the background noise of the store, Dr. Okanjo walked behind and moved to his slave's other side, having her turn her head to look up at him over her opposite shoulder as he teased and hurt her between her legs.  He wanted to hear her whimper and gasp between slaps against her pussy.<br/><br/>When the slave girl completed adding up the prices, she turned the display, revealing the total cost to Dr. Okanjo alone.  He produced his American Express Millenium "black card," paid for the items and had her carry his bags as he started walking along the main path toward the exit of the shopping center.  He continued having his slave lead the way, walking slowly so that she may crawl at a comfortable pace in front of him, slapping her pussy with the leash to hurry her up, or pulling the leash tight to slow her down.<br/>