(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/Marie-Claire_Avatar03.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Marie-Clare Lisson</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Picnic in the mountains<br/><strong>With:</strong>Maman-cunt, "Boxstey". (In case you hadn't worked it out from the previous post, that's the car!)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>I smiled at Mannan-cunt and put the whip down. "Okay, Because you've never been treated the way a slave should be, Maman-cunt, I will only give you a little punishment for not addressing me correctly. In future, though, you will not speak unless I tell you to, and you will address me as Maitresse. Is that clear? You may answer."<br/><br/>I waited with my head slightly to one side until Maman-cut agreed to these conditions. "Good slave, now out you get. You may remove the oxygen mask and plug, but... I think we should leave the catheter in place for now, don't you? Just disconnect it from the drain hose. Then kneel just there." I pointed to a spot on the grass beside the passenger door of the car and rummaged in the bag of toys I'd bought.<br/><br/>The first items I found were a pair of leather mittens. "Hold your hands out and make fists". I expected instant obedience to my commands now. Any disobedience would be met with the electric whip that was still plugged into the car's twelve volt socket. As soon as the slave did as she was told, whether punishment was required or not, I slipped the mittens over Maman-cunt's fists and buckled them in place. I put the two small padlocks in place too, just in case Maman-cunt felt like getting clever with her teeth. "There. You may not use your fingers and thumbs for anything, unless I explicitly give you permission. You will use your tongue for everything you would previously have used your hands for."<br/><br/>I wanted to see how my slave would cope with this. The mittens were to train her to obey and get used to the restriction, but in time I hoped to remove them and see if the slave would continue as she was trained. In the mean time, though, I had a couple of other "presents" for Maman-cunt. "Put your hands behind your back, now". I ordered and pulled a couple of small leather straps with buckles at one end and eyelets running their entire length from the bag. These "collars" could clearly be fastened into a loop no larger than a few centimetres.<br/><br/>I lifted Maman-cunt's left breast, caressing it, feeling it's weight in her hands squeezing it gently, almost lovingly. "You know, Maman-cunt, I've always loved your boobs. I actually remember sucking at them, did you know that? Well, I shall do so again. I'm going to see about getting you put on Milkmaid as soon as possible. But in the mean time, Maman-cunt, you need to learn to appreciate how wonderful these bug jugs of yours are."<br/><br/>And with that, I wrapped one of the belts around the base of Maman-cunt's left breast, pulled it tight and buckled it. I took an educated guess at exactly how tight was too tight and stopped just short. I would keep an eye on Maman-cunt's boobs while I ate. If they started going too dark a colour I could always loosen the straps. I quickly applied the second strap to Maman-cunt's right breast. "There does that feel nice? Good." I didn't wait for an answer and didn't give permission for my slave to give one. "Now, on hands and knees".<br/><br/>I picked up the bag of food and the bag of "toys" and led Maman-cunt over to where a break in the trees afforded a fantastic view down the valley to the distant Mediterranean. Before eating, though, I paused. "Ah, but there is the little matter of you calling me by my name. A light punishment". I thought for a moment, and then pulled a riding crop from the bag and without any further warning or hesitation, laid it three times, hard and fast, across Maman-cunt's huge bottom.<br/><br/>"There. That's out of the way." I picked up the food bag and pulled out one of the cold sausages, tore open its wrapper, then tore the sausage into bite-sized pieces. I dropped these back into the small plastic bag, which I opened a bit wider. I moved Maman-cunt so she was sideways to the view then with an exaggerated sigh of contentment I sat on her back. I placed the broken sausage in front of her face on the ground and picked up my meat pie.<br/><br/>This was certainly the life.<br/>