(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/NatalyaAvatar01.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Natalya Kobevko</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>her mistresses home and then the yacht<br/><strong>With:</strong>Her owner Linda, the slave they're trying to sell, everyone else on the yacht<br/><br/><br/>Mistress didn't tell me what the text said that she'd received back from one of her 'business partners', but it seemed to put her in a much better mood. Once we were in the house she was getting ready for where ever we were supposed to go now. I watched her with a smile on my face as she dressed herself up. I especially loved when ever I could look at any jewelry that's on her body. I was always a little disappointed that she didn't dress in the latest fashions, or that she didn't spend thousands on my outfits, or that I couldn't constantly go to a beauticians to prepare for the latest social outing that I always imagined my Master would take me to when I was finally a fully realized slave. But by now I'd realized that I have to take what I can get, and never ever complain.<br/><br/>Once she was dressed I was dressed. We wearing matching outfits, how gaudy. I stood for a moment with my arms behind my back, pressing my exposed breasts out towards her with my legs spread wide, exposing my sex even more then what these pants already did. I looked good in what I was wearing, but I could have looked even better in a designer dress that fit snug against my body. But I guess I couldn't look better then my Mistress.<br/><br/>I helped Mistress dress the dumb cunt that we'd picked up, and was happy to see that old costume was going with her. Not that it wasn't a cute little thing, but it rubbed at my skin in uncomfortable ways and when we were out at sea, and my skin was still raw, it would burn and pain me in ways I'd never deemed possible. But at least this slave wasn't giving us too much trouble. When she stepped back I stood by the slut and then stood a little straighter. She seemed to be happy with the way she'd dressed the two of us. When she told me how good I looked I gave a small pleased smile, and nodded my head in thanks to her. Of course I looked good. I was stunning.<br/><br/><br/>I helped Captain get the slave into the boot of the car, loving the scared expression on her face as she closed the lid on her. She let me drive, that was nice, though I would have preferred to be laying on the floor of the car, less of a chance for my hair to be ruined that way. We drove a while, and though it would have been fun to take some sharp turns, I did not want to take any chances with mistresses car, or get her upset with me for potentially messing up her 'look'. Soon enough we were pulling up to the docks and I quickly got out of the car before the little valet girls could get to us. If I had been in my heels I would have made a show of my legs as I got out, but since I was in flats, I pranced around the car, head held high and opened her door. A girl or two stared at me, my back was perfectly straight, my spine alined and my chin held high as I helped her step out of the car. Once captain was out we got the stupid read head as well. I listened to my Mistresses instructions and nodded my head. They were simple enough. Kneel when she was talking, and keep the slave from embarrassing us. I could do that. I would be acting my best in fact. It was moments like these that I longed for, to be apart of this high life society.<br/><br/>The boat was lovely that we were being ferried to. Bigger then ours of course, I wondered how it did out on open waters. We stepped aboard and I looked around, taking in my surroundings.<em>This was where I should have ended up in life</em>... That thought made me tighten my grip on the slut beside me... Was this where she was going to be put? Among the rich and fabulous? I suddenly felt a swell of jealousy but I kept that angry look from my calm features, anger did not suite a slave girls face.