(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/PaulettePix.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>Le Centre Commercial le Métropole, various departments<br/><strong>With:</strong>Her new master, Dr. Okello Okanjo; a store slave girl; Kaelyn Richelieu<br/><br/>Paulette felt the smooth black leather of the leash stirring the shameful signs of arousal leaking from her sex.  While the arousal of a man was much easier to read, her arousal was as open a book as might be seen with a woman.  Her sex plumped up and darkened while her dew had already started to glisten.  Her pale skin was a dead giveaway as not only did the marks from the crop still glow a bright red but her chest, face and breasts were tinted with the faint rose of a blush.  It had not always been this way but there had been times in the Center where she had lost days at a time; where she woke up sore after blanking out and afterwards her body behaved subtly different.  It was part of a subtle shift in her very identity that had started at the Center and seemed to be continued by her new Master...<br/><br/>Already the pressure of the slickened leather stimulated her clit.  It was a cycle of move, press, rub and increase of arousal and the more she moved and he pressed her the more aroused she became.  Gods... she was not a slut, not a fuck toy but her she was reacting like one.  Her treacherous body seemed designed to put her on display and route her mind on a collision course with the tremors of pleasure running through her body.<br/><br/>She was fluttering between her inner voice and the pressure on her sex as he brought her up suddenly.  The leash was controlling her body, her mind and her arousal.  Again she locked eyes with him and now could experience the horror that was his steady attack on her body and her self.  Paulette's blue eyes were wide open and staring as she admitted her arousal and his control when her pelvis started to grind against the strap.  Just for a moment she weakened but then she held herself rigid against his manipulations.  Yet her breathing quickened and her sex continued to seep a copious testimony to his effectiveness.  In his green eyes she could see her fate; Paulette could read people and she could sense in his eyes, in the strength and utter confidence of his hands the horror and the pain and the humiliation and the utter pleasure and... oh gods and the complete freedom of the domination that was to come.<br/><br/>Yet... yet he treated others even slaves, even free women with courtesy and at least words as if they were human.  Was she substandard already?  No... no... he was... he was going to break her and reshape her.  Why did she allow this? Could she change?<br/>