(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/PammyAvatar-06.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Pamela "Titty" Thaunton</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Central Courtyard,<br/><strong>With:</strong>Electra Beufort (NPC), Mistress, Leotie<br/><hr/><br/>"PHRPHRPHR!" I snorted, shaking my head, and stamping an iron-shod hoof onto the straw-covered concrete, to express my displeasure at being denied my reward, then again in pain as Mistress ignored my request for relief and began playing with my udders. God that hurt so fucking much. They were full and beginning to leak and she was twisting the nipples and tightening them up again. God but the bitch was cruel.<br/><br/>I loved it!<br/><br/>Well that wasn't strictly true. I hated the actual pain, but... when you are under sentence of death you learn top appreciate pain. Pain means you are alive. I listened almost incredulously as Mistress led me away from the milking stalls and had me hitched to that heavy sulky. Not the light one she was using earlier. The extra jewellery she attached to me was actually quote nice. I'd long ago gotten over being humiliated - having my knees chained to my collar over a specially designed public toilet just outside Holloway Prison is about as humiliating as it gets...<br/><br/>My boobs were going to be sore alright. They were already aching badly. As I walked I left a trail of white droplets, and Mistress slapping them around made them really sting. The promise of having them whipped laterr? Oh god. I knew I would climax if she did, just from the pain.<br/><br/>And then the bitch had her slave climb up into the sulky too? What had I done to deserve this? Heh. I'd punched my husband and master in the face, that's what. Broken the bastard's nose. He had been such a kind, sweet man, before they changed the law. oh well...<br/><br/>The whip stung my arse and I grunted and threw my weight against the harness, thanking all the stars in heaven that it wasn't raining. If the concrete had been wet I would never have got a grip on it even with the iron horeshoes on the soles of my hooves. The sulky moved, turned and as the whip but into me again, each stroke bringing me painfully closer to the orgasm i so desperately craved but must not allow myself,  I managed to start it rolling towards the main gate. My thighs ached and my back ached, but I knew those pains. They were good. They were simply the muscles objecting to overuse.<em>Lazy, huh? Putting on weight, huh?</em>I thought, as I picked up a bit of speed.<em>I'll show you, Mistress.</em>I paused at the gate, somehow slowing the weight behind me. A moped shot past, and I swore under my breath at how close he was to me, then I pulled out, heading down the hill towards the quay.