(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/TillieAvatar03.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>On the floor of a taxi, and at the jewellers<br/><strong>With:</strong>Mistress, Sophie, Darya Lysina and her slave.<br/><hr/><br/>I seemed to be pleasing Mistress. In the store I had enjoyed the familiar feel of the chastity belt slipping on, I had complied willingly with the gag, opening my mouth wide for it, and then when ordered to make my nipples stand up, I would have smiled if the big rubber ball had allowed me to. My fingers went to work instantly, twisting and teasing my sensitive nubs, flicking them and pinching them hard, pulling on them and generally getting myself all excited. Of course, I knew I would get no relief from this, at least not until Mistress decided I should, but then that thought turned me on all the more and suddenly my nipples were rock hard and twice their normal size, the areolae darkening to almost the colour of the man with the blonde slave!<br/><br/>And then the clamps went on. DAMN did that hurt! Only for a little while, and then I got used to the pain and began enjoying it, but for a moment I wanted to scream. I'd had nipple clamps on before, of course, and a clit clamp, but I'd never had anyone put them on quite that tight.<br/><br/>I watched Sophie having hers done. She was a little less enthusiastic about it than I was and while I couldn't stop a tear from rolling down my cheek at the pain, Sophie was actually whimpering. It looked like she was tempted to take the clamps off! That would end badly. But she managed to resist and then we crawled as rapidly as we could after Mistress.<br/><br/>The floor of the taxi was quite filthy and I managed to get bubblegum stuck to my knee, but at least we weren't in there for long. It was horribly cramped as we tried to stay out of the way of Mistress' and Miss Lysina's feet, three slaves all but sitting on each other's laps.<br/><br/>But it was there, in the taxi, that I realised I was pleasing to Mistress. Why else would she not wish to share me? Her foot pressed hard against my chastity belt and I whimpered in pleasure. It was not my dream to be owned by a woman, but it was my dream to be pleasing to whoever did own me, and it seemed I was succeeding.<br/><br/>More proof of this came when she pointed out the jewellery she wished to buy for me. Being jerked to my feet was not pleasant and I coughed a little, but then stood quite still as I was measured. Sophie was not doing so well, and I almost felt sorry for her. My eyes went wide at the beautiful jewellery. It would be an honour to wear such. I blushed and inclined my head in a silent thank you to Mistress.<br/><br/>Back on hands and knees I watched as Sophie reluctantly rolled onto her back and her belt was removed. I guessed what was coming and swallowed hard as my gag was taken out, so I didn't dribble onto the floor. So, here was my chance to let mistress see how well trained I was.<em>No sucking, biting, or anything else, only my tongue.</em>I nodded understanding, not having been given permission to say anything and began lapping delicately at the soft fragrant folds, hairless as all slaves were unless their owners chose to let them grow it.<br/><br/>She tasted slightly sour, I think through fear, but I could have been wrong. My tongue slid as deep as I could get it into her, plunging in and out, then lapping up between the soft, wet lips to her clit, which I licked around and then vibrated the tip of my tongue against it. Sophie twitched and let out a soft moan behind her gag. I was actually being even crueller than Mistress, because I was doing my utmost to make the poor slave cum. That, I knew, would earn her a punishment, but Mistress wanted to see how good I was. If I could make a trained slave cum against her will, I would surely have no trouble pleasuring a free woman.<br/><br/>My tongue tracked back down to Sophie's arse hole and pushed firmly against the sphincter. I've never, ever liked giving feuille de rose, but for my new Mistress, I would do so. Sophie squirmed and whimpered, and I moved my tongue up again, lapping from her anus to her clit in long slow strokes, before again shoving it inside her.<br/><br/>This time she tasted much sweeter, although that could be because my tongue was tainted with her back passage. I wiggled it inside her the tip actually finding her g-spot, which surprised me - it must have been close to her entrance, as my tongue isn't<em>that</em>long. She bucked against my face and moaned again, and I pulled out and went back to teasing her clit with just the tip of my tongue. The temptation to suck on it was strong, but I resisted, just. Sophie was really on the verge of a climax now and struggling to fight it off.