(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/Marie-ClaireAvatar01.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".<br/><br/><hr/><br/>I finished my food, and noticed that Maman-cunt had not touched hers. I was cross about that. "Maman-cunt, you are being naughty. What did you always tell me? It's a sin to waste good food when there are children starving in the world? Now eat up your sausage like a good slave, because if you don't you won't get anything else until you do!"<br/><br/>Oh how I loved the irony of that. When I was six, while the French Government was still debating the slave law, and the riots were going on in Paris and Berlin, I had developed what they call a childhood food-fad. I refused to eat anything that didn't have either chocolate or tomato ketchup on. Not exactly unusual for a six year old.<br/><br/>Well, Maman, as she was then, had cured me of it in the most dramatic fashion. papa was out of town on a business trip, and Mama was able to carry out her plan without his intervention. All the chocolate and the tomato ketchup was hidden away out of reach, where i couldn't get it. And then I was presented with the same meal, at breakfast, lunch and dinner. The food was re-heated in the microwave, put in front of me, I refused to eat it, it was taken away, covered and put in the fridge. By the end of the second day, I was beginning to waver. At Breakfast on the third day I broke down and ate the food. It was really delicious, and I was so hungry by then that I cleaned my plate, Brussels sprouts and all. If you've never had a roast dinner for breakfast, I do recommend it!<br/><br/>When Papa came home, he was surprised to find that I was eating normal food again! He would never have let Maman get away with such a cruel trick. But now, of course, the tables were reversed. Maman-cunt was in my power and if she didn't eat her cold sausage she would get the same cold sausage for dinner.<br/><br/>But now, I wanted some fun. I stood up and moved behind Maman-cunt, pulled up my skirt and pulled my panties off. In the bag of toys was something the shopkeeper had called a strap-on. I'd never seen one before outside of porn films but the woman had explained how it worked and I'd been rather thrilled. I fitted the thing on and showed it to Maman-cunt. "There. Do you like that? Tell me, would you like this up your arse or in your cunt? You may answer."<br/><br/>But I didn't care what her answer was. I'd seen the way she reacted to the anal plug. She hated it. "I tell you what, slave, you suck it and get it nice and wet for Maitress, and Maitress will put it in you more easily" I knelt in front of her and giggled. "now, don't be silly. You don't want this going inside you with no lubrication, do you?"<br/><br/>I'd always wondered, watching porn, how having another woman suck on a plastic rod could cause the woman wearing it to moan in pleasure. I'd always assumed they were putting it on for the cameras. But the way the thing moved against my sex and especially my hardened clit did make me moan in pleasure. Perhaps not quite as enthusiastically as the porn-girls, but it felt good. After a few minutes of this, I pulled the nicely wet dildo from Maman-cunt's mouth. "Now, turn around and show me your holes."<br/><br/>Maman-cunt looked like she was going to refuse and I reached for the riding crop. I slapped her with it across her breasts, one blow each, just to get the point across that I could, and then shoved my plastic cock hard into her arse hole. I leaned forward and lay on top of her, my hands grasping those magnificent boobs. It felt so good to be doing this, especially out here in public, no matter how secluded the place, and with the woman who had given birth to me.<br/><br/>It wasn't the action of the back of the dildo on my sex that made me cum, so much as the idea of what I was actually doing, together with the feel of her big soft arse against my tummy and her wonderfully full and floppy breasts in my hands.