(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/65/Darius_face_avatar.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Darius Fair</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Darya's yacht,<em>The Galaxy</em><br/><strong>With:</strong>His slave, Kumiko Sakamoto; a lone guest, Chun Jiao<br/><br/>After asking Chun to stand up to show Kumiko and me her dress, she instead suddenly sprang to her feet and bent over at the waist.  Her perfect little bubble bottom was hugged tightly by the black silk of her dress, and a creamy white thigh peeked out of the slit ending by her hip.<br/><br/>As I saw her body positioned in this way, I wanted to just reach out and stroke her bottom.  I had a feeling that Kumiko may have had the same idea, so I reached out and held her hand to stop her in case her self-control gave out and she gave in to our shared impulse.<br/><br/><em><strong>"Stop it. You’re hurting her."</strong></em><br/><br/>Kumiko and I had seen masters and mistresses mistreat their slaves constantly.  In this world, protesting on their behalf was fruitless at best and insulting to the owner at worst.  It had gotten to the point that we just shook our heads in disapproval and appreciated what we shared all the more.<br/><br/>There were a a couple of times that I did the same thing to my slave - grabbing Kumiko by the hair, forcing her head back and then down low onto my shoe - but it was always in the context of a game we were playing, a game we would play only at<em>her</em>request when she felt like being used harshly.  Once her face was on my shoe, she would be groveling for forgiveness and kissing my feet begging for a chance to please me.  It was not a role I felt comfortable with, especially considering the dark place I essentially rescued her from, but when it came to Kumiko, I found it hard to say no.<br/><br/>Chun sat back down beside us.<br/><br/><strong>"Forgive me for my outburst..."</strong><br/><br/>I reached my hand out to hers, which were sitting on her lap, and patted the back of one a couple of times.<br/><br/><strong>"It's okay,"</strong>I said to her, smiling, placing my hand back on Kumiko with a loving, protective embrace.<strong>"You don't seem to be from around here.  Some masters and mistresses are kind to their slaves, and others are cruel.  I like to think that I am one of the former, and you and I seem to have that in common.  Since you have no collar, you must be a free woman, and since you would protest against a master on behalf of his slave, you must not be from around here."</strong><br/><br/>I thought to change the subject.<br/><br/><strong>"What brings you to Monte Carlo?  Business or pleasure?  And would you happen to be staying at the Fairmont Hotel?  Do you own a slave yourself?  And are you in the market for buying a slave of your own?"</strong><br/>