(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 wriggled awkwardly as Phillipe fondled her ass.  She had come to enjoy the rough manhandling of her flesh but would not give him the satisfaction of knowing it nor did she want to encourage such behavior where it would humiliate her in public.  Her expression turned to one of distaste at the mention of those black lace panties.  She hated and craved the effect they had on her and most of all feared the control they gave over her body.  She twisted a bit more and let out a low hiss as he spanked her ass.  "I will wear those panties master but I can better serve you without them."<br/><br/>She nodded to him at his commands.  At least she could maintain her dignity as a professional.  Phillipe had made her dress up as a school girl, a comic book character, a rabbit or fox girl and even paraded her about in her full pony girl regalia.  This would be easy and allow her to slip back into her role as a rich, free woman.  She slipped over to the mirror and fixed her make-up with the elements kept in her purse for such an occasion.  At his command she carried cuffs and a ball gag in her purse just to remind her of who was the owner and who was the slave.  Following after him she juggled all of the clothing and headed to the register with him.  Ietje nodded coldly to Phillipe as he held the door to the dressing room for her; it pleased her to be able to treat him like she was his equal or better under the guise of being a professional.  Still, her act was interrupted by the hard swat on her ass again.  Ietje muffled a squeal and glared just momentarily at him, exasperated that he once again knocked her off balance and demonstrated his control over her in every way.<br/><br/>Ietje walked stiffly to the register, standing still as the slut behind the register rang up the clothing.  The dumb bitch prolonged the ordeal by asking a number of stupid questions about the clothing and how well it fit.  This would have been annoying enough but Phillipe proceeded to caress her leg and slip his hand under her dress to tease her bare thigh.  She knew he was doing this to tease and work her mind and body over but found her arousal rising rapidly under the touch of his clever fingers.  Ietje bit her lip against a gasp as he found a particularly sensitive patch of skin on her soft thigh.  She glared at him surreptitiously knowing that he knew her body too well for her to resist for long.  Eventually she would give in and moan or wriggle and then it would be a spanking or a rough rape or both.  Meanwhile her treacherous body began to soak her panties with the dew of arousal.<br/><br/>It had been a race and Ietje lost.  Just as the slut finished the intermidable process of ringing up their purchases Ietje let out a gasp and bucked slightly against Phillipe's hand.  The slut smiled cattily and Ietje growled back at her, uncaring for a moment about her role in the need to put the little cunt in her place.  Still, she knew she would suffer as she regained her composure and followed Phillipe out to the car.