(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/PauletteAvatar.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>Fairmont Monte Carlo<br/><strong>With:</strong>Her master, Mati Groves<br/><strong>Collar Setting: </strong>0<br/><br/><hr/><br/>She slumped back into her bonds as the song finished and watched Mati with wide, drugged eyes as he regarded her.  Paulette did not quite know what to expect from this man although the Venus made her desire one thing and one thing only from him.  She groaned a little as he removed the bonds from her limbs.  The tightness of the knots and the unnatural contortions forced upon her had restricted her circulation and cramped her muscles.  She could only nod numbly to his questions under the pressure of the Venus and the special concoction that twisted her mouth in a sexual organ.<br/><br/>Looking up at him she took his hand with silence, her every motion as if she were at the bottom of some deep pool.  Her body burned with need and lust yet her mind was strangely her own but at at a great distance.  Still, even standing nude, drugged and marked from the rope and old punishment Paulette manages to hold herself with a grace that cannot be learned in any school.  She nodded again and followed him to the shower.  The warm pressure of the shower on her skin and face, the touch of Mati's hands on her body so gentle, so knowing and so utterly possessive seem to wake her up.  He batted away her attempts to clean herself, even to clean him and instead posed quietly as he did more than wash her.  She stood and felt the calm certainty of his ownership of her wash over her more deeply than any soap or stain of discipline.  In her fugue state she accepted her position with him; later perhaps there would be time for retrospection, doubt and even regret.<br/><br/><br/>The touching was sexual beyond any measure she'd felt before and it was the most emotionless act possible granted to a piece of property that was only a slave.  There was his erection, his male bulk and her own pulsing desire as well as her soft folds and gentle curves.  Yet all was strange, distant like a silent, black and white movie without subtitles.  Somehow she was in her own Art Deco film from the very edge of motion pictures.  The world moved in slow motion, flashes of color played around her mind as lust and need throbbed in her awareness even as Mati's motions moved as they both were encased in molasses.<br/><br/>Suddenly she was on her knees and the world snapped back into place with a wrenching whine and flash.  All was color again and she was in the world.  Mati's hands were in her hair and his cock bobbed just an inch or so away from her lips.  She drooled and brought her lips to kiss and then suck the glorious head, the drugs taking control of her mind.  Then the heavens opened and a voice sang out... 'Ma... ti...'  She glanced up at him as he repeated the notes and instructed her on what she was to do.  Yet to Paulette it did not matter what exactly he asked.  She only knew that the music commanded her to sing this man's name as she worshiped his cock.<br/><br/>So did the drugs and her desire for dominance and submission join with a short lifetime of music and singing to bring her to this place with her lips around this man's manhood.<br/><br/><em>'Ma ti'</em><br/><br/>Paulette swirled her tongue and bobbed her head gently<br/><br/><em>'Ma ti'</em><br/><br/>She licked the underside of his member gently<br/><br/><em>'Ma ti'</em><br/><br/>She sang an ode, a ballad to the perfect shaft of flesh, her world.<br/><br/><em>'Ma ti'</em><br/><br/>There was only grace, only truth and only him<br/><em><br/>'Ma ti'</em><br/><br/>The song became one and she faded into a unity with him, his pleasure and her submission.  Whether she reached 1,000 repetitions or 10 was no matter to her nor did she even count for number and even words had no meaning where she traveled.<br/>