<br/>(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>by the Piano<br/><strong>With:</strong>Her owner Linda, Rayn Assad, that slave girl<br/><strong>Restrictor collar:</strong>um?<br/><br/><br/>Seriously? No beating? What ever, these little bitches on this boat were probably so fucking spoiled. UGH! It made me sick to think of how ill-kept they were. At least MY captain knew how to punish a girl when she deserved it! I got up gracefully, remembering to keep my face clear of any signs of the turbulence that was going on inside of me and yanked the slave at my side up to her feet, closely following after Mistress as we finally made it over to the piano. I calmed down again as I forced the girl to kneel and then knelt beside her, focusing on the music. I wondered if that girl had ever sung somewhere before, before being owned by who ever owned her now. I closed my eyes and listened, both to the music and the haggling that was going on before me. I liked listening to things like that, my mother had been good at this, and my Mistress was extremely talented at it as well.<br/><br/>I lifted the leash up to Mistress before her hand could even motion for it. Because I was a damned good slave and knew what my Mistress wanted before she even had to ask for it, how many of these bitches could say the same? I stood when he left and my Mistress pulled me in against her. I think there was going to be a good hard fuck tonight if Mistress was really pleased with the results of the sale.<br/><br/>When she asked me if I would have wanted to sing like that I nodded my head and laid it against her side, the song was done soon and it was clear that so was the music that the man was playing. I let my lips twitch downward in disappointment for a moment before they were gone, quickly as they'd appeared.