(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>At the jewellers.<br/><strong>With:</strong>Mistress, Sophie, Darya Lysina and her slave Valentina, plus a shop slave.<br/><hr/><br/>I grinned triumphantly to myself as Sophie's sweet, sweet juices sprayed my face and she suffered defeat at my mouth. Serves her right. Heck, I'd lasted twice this long with vibrators clipped to nipples and clit and set on high, during my training. Mistress told me to continue and so I did, lapping up all of Sophie's cum. I'd never really enjoyed the taste of another woman, but as I had a female owner now, I imagined I would need to get used to it.<br/><br/>Sophie was beginning to twitch again and was just on the verge of another climax when a yank on my collar dragged me off her. I stifled a cough as my throat closed for a moment.<em>She's a brutal one,</em>I told myself.<em>Get used to being jerked, dragged, choked...</em>Fear and excitement filled my belly with butterflies. Anticipation of whatever she would do to me next.<br/><br/>I put Sophie's chastity belt on again, locking it in place. The silly bitch was gasping and almost in tears, terrified of climaxing again, but desperate to do so. I kept my expression neutral, knowing that when my turn came I would be putting my own chastity belt back on at Mistress' orders rather than being forced into it by another slave like some unbroken repo<sup>1</sup>.<br/><br/>Suddenly she was being kind, wiping my face with a warm, wet cloth, cleaning me up. I smiled my thanks, my eyes shining as I blinked at her wordlessly, my whole demeanour one of subservience and gratitude. Her mention of someone called Brutus made me raise an eyebrow. Was this her husband? Her son? Her brother? Had she bought me as a gift for a male relative? No matter. I was equally adept at pleasing men as women.<br/><br/>The slap to Sophie's face made me wince slightly in sympathy. But there was jealousy there too. Mistress had actually wasted energy slapping the other slave. I would happily have done it for her had she asked me to and freed my hands. But Mistress was by no means done with me. She told me what I already knew. I was hers body, mind and spirit. The emphasis on<em>everything</em>was lost on me for a moment, until she forced my mouth open and poured a litre bottle of water into it.<br/><br/>I drank as quickly as I could, knowing I would regret it if I spilled so much as a drop. But a litre of water is a lot to take in all in one go like that, especially when one is not thirsty. Admittedly it did take the taste of Sophie out of my mouth, but I quickly realised that my tummy was going to fill up. When Mistress started to pour the second bottle down my throat, I was stupid. I almost tried to close my mouth. It was forced open again and I relaxed and just kept swallowing. It was that or drown, after all.<br/><br/>With two litres of water in me, I could feel my tummy gurgling and sloshing. I'd suddenly developed a bit of a paunch. And all at once I realised what that emphasis had meant. Mistress controlled<em> everything</em>about me. Including my bladder... I looked at her with resignation in my eyes and willingly opened my mouth for the gag. It was nice of her to clean it off, too. It left a slight taste of Sophie on the plastic, but that was okay.<br/><br/>I just hoped against hope that she wasn't planning on tattooing my belly while it was full of water, because if she did, the tattooist would be in for a nasty surprise. I tried as hard as I could to get this across with just my eyes and Mistress laughed. I think she got the message though because she took a coupel of packages and then told the other freewoman that she was going to leave to prepare for a party.<br/><br/>As soon as she released my face, I had stepped back half a step to give her room and lowered my face, looking at her feet. Unsure whether to remain standing or kneel, I opted to stay as she had left me. She wanted to control my every movement, and so I would remain as she had left me except to keep out of her way. Mistress was brutal, I could tell. I was certain that I would be in for sufficient pain to satisfy my natural masochism, without having to earn any punishments.<br/><br/><hr/>1] Repo = repossession. A shorthand way of saying "A woman who couldn't pay her annual licence fee and got arrested by the state".