(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/PauletteAvatar.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">PAULETTE LISETTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fairmont Monte Carlo<br/><strong>With:</strong>Her master, Dr. Okello Okanjo and Remy Bordelon<br/><br/>I worked the imaginary fucking, the position humiliating as if I was some cheap whore in a little glass cubicle like they had on the streets in Amsterdam.  Rene had taken me to the Red Light district there once just to tease me I think although I think the sights excited him more than me as he had fucked me that night harder than I'd ever taken from him.  The little flicks of the leash on my sex when I tired were even more humiliating as Dr. Okanjo treated me like a little trained bitch rather than the woman, the slave woman that I really was.  It was ok though as all that would change in a month or so when I reclaimed my freedom from him.<br/><br/>I was not to be granted relief for he had me roll over on my face and then pulled me to my knees.  It took only a few painful lashes of the now wet leather leash on my sex to speed me along as I obeyed Dr. Okanjo's every order.  I was soon kneeling with my face pressed against the carpet soaked by my own copious juices.  The smell and damp feel were a reminder of just how eager and open my body was to whatever use this man chose to put it to.  I cried out and glared momentarily at Dr. Okanjo from the cover of my long hair as he whacked my cunt with the lash.  My legs were already spread wide, exposing my swollen and wet lips, for I knew what he would want of me already.<br/><br/>I shivered as I thought that he was already training me to anticipate his needs but the pain on my sex set my body in motion.  I moved my hips back and rotated my ass and pelvis to hump back against an imaginary cock in my cunt.  At the memory of the last time I had been taken on hands and knees I clenched my ass tightly and prayed that neither man would choose to take me there.   I cried out again as Remy rubbed and flicked the leash against me before sighing slightly and slipping back into my play acting.<br/><br/>I followed him when he yanked me to my feet and followed him meekly back to the room.  I was too cowed by the humiliation in the room to walk proudly and the dressing in the outfit only further humiliated me.  I followed him quietly to the docks, my pride slowly returning as I decided that I might as well put on a brave front.