(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 clenched her teeth in residual anger at Phillipe's suggestion.  She knew he was always working to keep her off balance and humiliate her but the threat of the collar around her neck and the intensive training as first a slave and then as a pony girl keeping her from expressing dissatisfaction with more than body language and subtleties.  After more than two years of bondage all she had left was her pride and resistance.  Without speaking she slipped the panties down her shapely, firmly muscled legs.  Her breasts were displayed to fine effect as she bent over to completely remove the whitish garment.  Straightening up she was totally nude before him.  The effect no longer caused her embarrassment; he'd seen, touched and used every bit of her body in every possible way.  There was nothing to say to him and as he had not asked her to speak she would not grant him the pleasure of getting a response out of her.<br/><br/>Picking up the white dress she held it up in front of her letting the fine Egyptian cotton fabric drape over her nudity.  While Ietje was reluctant to surrender to this man and the system which held her captive, she did maintain her pride in all that she did.  The pose that she struck for Phillipe was artful with her body turned slightly and one leg advanced before the other.  The pose left part of one tanned leg exposed as well as the rounded swell of a breast and her slender arms.  Holding the pose for a moment she lowered the dress, unzipped the back and then stepped into it.  She shimmied a bit as she brought the dress up over her hips and then slipped her arms into the short sleeves.  Reaching back she zipped up the short fastener and stood before him.  Her body filled the dress as if it had been painted in her; the hips were full and rounded and her breasts sat full and heavy on her chest, the bare nipples and darkness of her bra less aureola showing faintly through the fine fabric.<br/><br/>Ietje knew what he wanted and rather than draw punishment she twirled slowly in place and then walked across the fitting room to him, twirled around again and paused for him to comment or touch.  His silence and lack of response during these sessions still disturbed her.  She felt off balance and the fact that she never knew what he was thinking drove her crazy.  She moved smoothly to circle around him, not strutting like a whore but walking like the important, confident woman that she was.<br/><br/>She returned to the stand where the black dress and her sun dress hung.  Ietje remaining facing Phillipe and unzipping the back of the dress let it fall to the ground at her feet.  Once again her lush body was displayed although this time she blushed a bit and her nipples erected.   She remembered a game of strip tease played in this very fitting room that had ended with her crying out like a slut as a dose of Venus had ensured that she came helplessly as he drilled her in every hole that afternoon.  Trying to conceal her sudden tinge of arousal she moved a bit faster and less gracefully to slip on the back skirt.<br/><br/>The black skirt was part of a more complex outfit and she glared over at Phillipe as she started to dress up.  It was a mix of a conservative if sexily cut pencil skirt and white, long sleeved blouse which was fine.  The black stockings were fine if a bit risque but it was the four inch heels and the nudity underneath that were in stark contrast to the normal attire.  Ietje cursed him silently for putting her in this position.  First she snapped on the frilly black garter belt that he'd selected to go with the stockings.  He never let her wear stockings with elastic but only garter belts.  Sitting she pulled on her stockings, her long legs exposed but finally encased in the shear black silk.  Standing she fastened the garter belt, the stockings so shear as to be a faint haze against her skin.  She slipped on the blouse, buttoning it as her breasts shifted heavily under the silk fabric.  The dress fitted snugly to her curves and she finished the ensemble off with a pair of four inch heels.<br/><br/>Twirling she regained her grace now that she was dressed again.  She was well versed now in four inch or higher heels from her pony training so maneuvering in these was easy.  She walked toward him, twirled and stood expectantly in front of him, waiting for his command.