(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/Marie-Claire_Avatar06.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Marie-Clare Lisson</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Arriving at the party.<br/><strong>With:</strong>Maman-cunt, Others at the party.<br/><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><tt class="bbc_tt">Bonjour, Marie-Claire! Bon anniversaire1, darling. I've been invited to a party and given permission to invite friends. Would you join us? It'd be the perfect way of celebrating your turning 18. You'd just have to be at the marina, we'll be given a ride out to the yacht. Au revoir, hope you'll come.</tt></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The message had arrived while I was relaxing by the pool. I sat up, causing Maman-Cunt to let out a little "Oof" sound as all my weight transferred to her belly, and read it. My reply was instant.<br/><br/><tt class="bbc_tt">Merci-bien ma chérie. Bien sûr, je serai là, ça va être amusant. Rends-tu là-bas.</tt><sup>1</sup><br/><br/>And so, as darkness fell, I again put Maman-Cunt into the boot of my precious Boxty, and drove down into Monaco. I was aiming to arrive fashionably late, but it seemed I'd miss timed things. I saw Kaelyn climbing into a ferry with a darling little slave in tow behind her and several of her wares being ushered aboard too. It certainly promised to be a fun evening.<br/><br/>I had dressed myself up in a sparkling sequinned strapless Little Black Dress (http://www.coolandmore.com/pictures/2010/11/Party-dresses-find-the-dress-designers-vs-low-cost-Asos1-550x384.jpg), with matching black stilettos. In my hand I made sure I kept the riding crop as well as Maman-Cunt's lead. The disobedient slave would need to learn if she was to avoid beatings.<br/><br/>Of course I dad no bra on, and in fact I was being extra naughty, by wearing a pair of crotchless black panties (http://www.femininescent.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/crotchless-panty-with-lace-trims.jpg). They laced up to allow me some privacy, but if I wanted Maman-cunt to eat me out, all I needed do was open my legs and have her undo the ribbons.#<br/><br/>Maman-cunt was dressed most elegantly in a leather corset (http://www.plazaclothing.com/_wp_generated/ppc3e14fb9_06.png). I had removed the mittens and replaced them with cuffs around her wrists which fastened to the corset on her hips. Also, I had put her in a high leather collar (http://www.dungeonware.com/cgiimages/469.jpg) that was designed to fit over her regulation slave collar and still leave it visible. The corset lifted her magnificent boobs and showed them off beautifully.<br/><br/>Cuffs on her ankles just above the high heel shoes she wore were attached to a two foot long bar as soon as she was out of the car. She would find it interesting walking in that and so just to be cruel I ordered her to stand up and walk. I had decided against a gag. If the cunt wanted to make a sound she would feel my crop.<br/><br/>We caught the next ferry out to the yacht, and I tipped the driver then made my way on board. Kaelyn was talking to some black guy I didn't know, and I sauntered up, slave in tow. "Kaelyn, my sweet. Good to see you again, how are you?"<br/><br/><hr/>1] Thank you so much, my dear. Of course I'll be there, it'll be fun. Meet you there.