(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/64/Tillie_portrait.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Tillie LeBon</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Emperium Sales rooms, slave sales floor<br/><strong>With:</strong>Sophie Maryse Bisset, Mistress, Shop slaves, Master Adam, Joined by Master Assad and his slave, Darya Lysina and her slave.<br/><br/>I supposed it could have been worse. I could have been bought by some disgustingly fat woman who stank. At least Mistress was pretty. I watche the spider crawl across the ceiling as I listened attentively to her words to Sophie, and then finally lowered my head when ordered to. My neck popped loudly, and I blushed, looking down at Mistress' feet. The caress I recieved was gentle, loving almost, and I tried not to sigh. This was actually quite pleasant. She spoke of leading me by my nipples and I tried hard not to smile. I think my lips may have twitched, but I don't think she noticed. When instructed, I quickly got on my hands and knees and spread my legs, the position I had been taught in the orphanage when any visiting dignitaries came.<br/><br/>I followed Mistress around the store, stealing glances at my companion, wondering if we would be forced to have sex. Somehow the though was actually appealing. I also stole glances at the things mistress picked up. That chastity belt was awfully familiar. I'd worn something like it for my entire teenage life. I hoped Mistress would give me a signal for when I needed the lavatory if she put it on me, because otherwise... The thought alone made me blush with embarrassment.<br/><br/>She spoke about a party, and I looked at the man she was inviting. He was a handsome man, and part of me wished he had purchased me. I had a funny feeling though about the way Mistress was inviting him to someone else;s party. None of my business, it was freeperson business, but if it had been my party I would have been pissed if someone else was inviting people I didn't know.<br/><br/>I amused myself with wondering how it would feel to have my nipples and clit pierced and to be dragged around by them, how it would feel to be fucked for the first time by a woman. I wonder whether she would use a strap-on or a double head dildo. I glanced up at the items in question on the shelves we passed. I was just grateful for all the years I had spent in the orphanage crawling on hands and knees, naked like this except for the chastity belt, because I could only imagine how sore my knees would be otherwise.<br/><br/>It became something of a game for me, keeping station with Mistress as she walked, stopped, turned, stepped backwards or to the side. I was sure she was doing it deliberately to test her new purchases. I did jossle Sophie once or twice when I had to move fast to avoid bumping Mistress, but on the whole I managed to keep station, a pace behind and slightly to her left. By the tyme she met up with the blonde woman and her slave, my cunt was dribbling juice down the inside of my thighs.<br/><br/>I loved being a slave.