(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/PaulettePix.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>Salesroom - Emperium.<br/><strong>With:</strong>Ryuuji Adams, Mizuki Adams & Dr. Okello Okanjo.<br/><br/>It was as if she wasn't in the room or was some dumb animal the way the man talked to her.  It was degrading; it was more than degrading.  She was a slave, that was true but she was a person.  Paulette had always been important since she'd become successful as a singer.  People paid attention to HER and even though she was a woman men talked to her and not over her.  As a singer she had been desirable and as a Free Woman even the most cruel of men had to treat her with at least a little bit of respect.  But this... this was terrible.  But... he owned her now, he could do anything, literally anything to her and she was helpless.  But at least she could maintain her own inner dignity even if he treated her like an animal; it would make the contrast between her spirit and her status all the more noble.<br/><br/>But replace her with another slave or pair her up with one or more other slaves?  He did pay more than twice as much for her as a normal slave.  Would he think she was not good enough for him or that she had to be twice as good as a normal slave girl?  Paulette had always been proud and competitive.  It had served her well growing up and in the music industry.  It was perverse she knew but she hated the thought that he would think her so unworthy as to have to share her or even worse return her.  What a humiliation!  Yet was it better than being a slave, of serving him so thoroughly that he would be satisified with her even though he'd paid so much.  And... and did she want to do what it probably would take to please this man; to plunge into the world of a slave treated like an animal?  Paulette wondered but as the reality of her status sank in she began to feel her competitive nature take over; maybe it was best to try her hardest...<br/><br/>It was his last words that caught her attention though.<em><strong>"If this cunt fails to keep my attention, I will return her to you... unpierced, uninked and unbranded."</strong> </em>Wait... what?  Paulette was proud of her unblemished, unmarked and perfectly smooth skin.  She worked hard to keep it toned using not only the products for women but careful tanning and constant exercise.  She had been told that a tattoo or two and piercings would help her on the stage and with the men off stage but Paulette had point blank refused.   It was the only area where she did not defer to her manager.  And now he was going to pierce and tattoo her?  And... oh god... brand her?  Like a mare set out for breeding?  Her stomach dropped and she started to breath heavily.  The pain, oh yes the pain worried her some; piercing and tattooing could be made into a pain fetish.  She had seen that in others and had been introduced to that in the Center although she was left unmarked.  And tattoos could be removed and piercings taken out but a branding?  Oh god it would scar her and never come off of her creamy skin.  She would beg him and plead as well as be a good slave.  Oh, would that work?  God no, oh no it would just drive the bastard crazy she was sure.  For the first time Paulette truly regretted her decision and feared her fate.<br/><br/>Paulette kept her eyes down, her face partially covered by her hair as the transaction was completed.  She started as one leash was traded for another as Dr. Okanjo took symbolic possession of her.  She knew that this moment was coming; she would be bought and taken away for life as a slave.  Yet lost in her own thoughts and fears she was unprepared for the actual moment of control.  An owner seemed a thing of storm clouds and distant thunder while she was undergoing the immersive training at the Center.  Now, as he flicked her leash and collar with a snap of his wrist she was owned.  Her life was in his hands...<br/><br/><em><strong>"Also, I may be in the market for another slave soon, so if you receive a new specimen that seems like one I would appreciate - one with contrasting features to his cunt, such as darker eyes, darker skin, possibly even of Asian or Latina ethnicity - please notify me.  Good day, Mr. Adams."</strong></em><br/><br/>But was he going to buy other slaves?  Why?  Did he own other slaves already or would he just buy more after he used her?  She didn't know how slave households went but she had seen shows where the slave women established a pecking order in order to serve their master.  She'd seen it herself; the father of one of her friends owned three slaves plus her mother.  They had established a pecking order and each girl had their status according to the master's will and the slave's own ambition and desire.  The slaves she saw were almost as cruel as the master. Of course that friend of hers had been sold immediately into slavery at age 18 and disappeared.<br/><br/>He wanted a contrast to her though.  Would she be some kind of freakish show girl?  Would he make the two of them have sex?  Paulette had experimented with her friends of course; girls were encouraged to have sex with one another and unlike sex with a boy one did not risk pregnancy or him deciding to dominate you as his fuck slut.  A dark haired girl... would he prefer a brunette?<br/><br/>Following her new master out of the office, Paulette spared Mizuki one last glance as if to say 'remember me sister' before she turned away to the rest of her life.  She walked swiftly to catch up and stay close to the man.  She did not want to fall behind or provoke his anger so early in their... relationship.  As she walked she thought about his treatment of her so far.  While he spoke to others he did not yet ask her to speak nor did he speak to her, even to command.  He was using motions and touch to guide and control her; the mixture of pain and dominance and caresses was unsettling and kept her off balance.  The uncertainty stoked her fear and her eyes were wide and her heart beat elevated as they walked through the store.<br/><br/>At Okello's gesture Paulette knelt.  She bit clenched her teeth at the sharp pain as he grasped her hair and pressed her legs apart.  Arching her back and pressing her breasts out as his strong hands guided her slender body, her face was flushed with the strong emotions of fear, worry and a frightening tingle of arousal.<em>Hadn't she wanted this?  Didn't she fail to mention her Free Status so that she would be punished for her failures?</em>The arousal and the fear rose through her body, the first centered on her sex and the latter on her beating heart, as he stroked and scratched at her like a kind master might reward a pet.<em>Oh god, what was she in for? Was it too late now?</em><br/><br/><em><strong>"You, there.  Store whore.  I require outfits and accessories for my newly acquired property.  Leather.  Lingerie.  Restraints.  Rope.  Chains.  Whips.  Floggers.  Paddles.  Clamps.  Weights.  Take me now, but walk slowly.  I wish to admire my slave crawling like the bitch she is."</strong></em><br/><br/>Paulette's fear rose as... as... the man?  No... as her master... as Master ordered the serving slut to help him find the instruments of her own bondage.  Ahhh... in the Center it was overwhelming and painful but controlled.  With him, with<em>Master</em>she would be totally naked in body and spirit to him.  She was not given long to think about her fate as he tugged her leash and set off at a brisk pace down the aisle.  Paulette scrambled to keep up down on all fours.  She had been taught how to move on all fours and she quickly slipped into her training with ass held high and little rosebud and pussy lips visible to passers by.  Yet crawling as a dog, an animal had a special humiliation as he continued to treat her with silence; she was not a bitch but a woman; yes a slave but a woman nonetheless.<br/><br/>As she hurried desperately to keep up, Paulette could not avoid thinking back to her training both in school and at the Center.  Master listed all of the accoutrements of bondage, slavery and sex.  Leather she knew; she wore risque outfits on the stage to drive the men wild of course.  Paulette loved the feel and look of leather pants and clothing but as they walked through the store it was not just leather clothing but straps, chokers, collars and instruments of bondage in leather.  Of course the girls had been trained on how to rest while hog tied; bondage was a class in school.  She had been tormented and tied up at the Center; for three days she's been left tied in a leather mask, collar, cuffs and tight corset.  That had been the day they first broke through her spirit and began to wear her down.  There was a particular slut mask that she saw that reminded her of that day and she looked away fearfully.<br/><br/>Lingerie now that was nice.  She had posed for commercials in some of the very line that was here in the Emperium.  But the other gear, now that she had experienced in the Center.  Her nipples began to tingle and ache as she though of the weights and medicines applied to her nipples to make them longer and more sensitive as well as break her to a good slave.  Ahhh... she jerked against his leash for a moment as the memories of the Center came flooding back.  Her face met Master's for just a moment, her blue eyes panicked as the whips and paddles, the slave girl posed in the stocks took her back to days and nights of continuous training.  She'd been on an experimental track with drugs and accelerated, 24/7 conditioning.  She'd been trained in nine months rather than the normal 12 to 14 months that it took normally.  The BAF would save money by getting slaves to market quicker and the staff had much more 'fun' with the slaves while they trained them.  Ahhhh... as the memories came back Paulette had to fight back a cry and waves of desire to go over to her master and kiss his feet and suck his cock.  Ahhh... a slut sucked cock... a slut... ahhhh...  With an effort she lowered her head and knelt on all fours panting.<br/><em><br/>[Edited in collaboration with vin26m]</em>