(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/TillieAvatar01.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>Mistress' apartment., then moving to the yacht.<br/><strong>With:</strong>Mistress, others arriving at the party.<br/><hr/><br/>The sudden cold shower was totally unexpected. Oh but Mistress was a cruel one, i was beginning to see that now. She took delight in punishing me! She had deliberately over-filled my bladder, knowing I wouldn't be able to hold it in! She wanted me to fail!<br/><br/>I smiled to myself with this new understanding even as I shivered under the cold stream of water.<br/><br/>And then I was pulled from the shower, dried, my hair braided and prettied, and joy of joys, the most beautiful sparkly stuff (http://www.tazzallacranch.com/BodyJewelryByTazzie/images/Elegance4837.jpg) was fastened around my neck, to my nipple rings. An additional length of chain reached down to my clit ring. It was heavy, and it dragged at my flesh, giving a pleasing soreness to the peircings..<br/><br/>And then we set off for the party. I was so delighted with how I looked in the jewels that I didn't care that I still needed a pee. It was less urgent now, but I imagined Mistress would rectify that in her own good time. I climbed in to the car and curled up at Mistress' feet without being asked. I wanted to please her. It seemed I did, because she petted me, and smiled at me.<br/><br/>So, I was right. She was actually pleased that I had disobeyed her by peeing without permission. Life with Mistress was going to be very interesting. I waited while Mistress climbed from the car and crawled quickly after her, my boobs swaying delicately as I hurried to keep up. I needed to stand to get into the ferry, but as soon as I was on board, I was back at Mistress' feet. This was all very new and I was enjoying seeing how the other half lived. To think, I could have been bought by some ignorant unwashed oaf who worked in a factory and onl;y wanted me to shoot his jizz into every night. Instead of which I was... I actually giggled aloud at the thought, then stopped instantly as soon as I realised - I was a fashion accessory! Oh my! Maman would have been proud of me.<br/><br/>The yacht, Oh! Mon! Dieu! It was a floating palace, decked out in lights and sparkles. I followed Mistress, and as she paused to talk to the young woman I had seen her with earlier, the one who owned the yacht, I tapped on the elbow of a flunky, took a glass of champagne from his tray and placed it delicately in Mistress' hand, so smoothly that it would appear to any free person that the glass simply appeared there as if by magic.<br/><br/>Maybe Mistress would appreciate me doing things like that for her, maybe she wouldn't, but I regarded it as part of the job description. Slaves are there to serve, and so I served her. I continued to follow, on my knees of course, as Mistress led me around the deck. I paid attention to the people she spoke to, learning their names, but not listening to the conversations. Or rather, I listened without hearing. Slaves need to do that. I needed to listen to what was said, in case I was given an order, or in case there was information I needed to know. Also, I always considered that part of my job as a slave would be to protect my owner in case any actual harm threatened her, and so I stayed alert for that reason too. Not that such was likely on the deck of a luxury Yacht in Monaco Harbour.<br/><br/>But equally, I did not want nor need to know any of Mistress' personal business. I did not need to know whom she chose to do business with, nor what arrangements she made, nor whom her friends were, what level of friendship she had, whom she slept with (unless it was me...), Nor did I need nor want to know who was doing what with (or to) whom. None of my business. So while I listened, I made sure that if I was asked anything about Mistress' affairs, either business or private, by anyone, I could truthfully say I did not know.<br/><br/>Of course, a slave could not be made to testify against it's owner, any more than a slave could be prosecuted for an illegal act it was ordered to do by it's owner. That would be like prosecuting a car for being parked illegally! But you never knew.<br/><br/>I knelt by Mistress, proud and happy to be hers and careful not to disgrace her in any way.