(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/ValentinaAvatar.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"> Valentina Khorkina</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>At Maya Bay Bar & Café<br/><strong>With:</strong>Darya Lisina, Kaelyn Richelieu<br/><br/>I sitted in the car, very nervous, while Darya drived me through the Monaco streets. I weared the tiny black see through dress, and I fidgeted, with my hands, in my lap. I smiled though, for my Darya. My mistress like it, when I smiled, no matters what!<br/><br/>I only was with my new mistress Darya, a few months. Before that, I lived in Moscow, with my first mistress, Ludmilla Solovyova, the rich heiress. Ludmilla, she treated me very good, not like a slave. She was very kind, and maked me more, like a servant, and a friend, instead! She almost never maked me leave, her mansion, either, only for the small errands. So, even though, I was the legal slave? I didn’t see much, how bad, most masters abused their slaves. I thought that most masters, and mistresses, they were good, like my Ludmilla. And when I saw slaves, treated very bad, in public? I assumed, this only happened, very rare.<br/><br/>But, Ludmilla, she was old, and frail. She passed a way, and her daughter Elena, she becomed my mistress. And Elena, she hated me, she thought her mother treated me, much too good. So, she selled me to her friend, Darya. And I learned, then, how the slaves, people treated them, for reals.<br/><br/>Darya, she confused me, many times. Some times, she treated me, very sweet, and kind. I usually maked her break fast, in the mornings, and she chatted with me often, very pleasant. And she letted me wear clothes, very fashionable, too! And I even had my own room, very rare, for a slave! But other times, she stripped me naked, and maked me do the humilating things. Once, she maked me pleasure her friends, at the formel dinners, under the table, with my slave slut tongue. She telled people I had the talented mouth, and invited them, for trying it. And a few times, she liked beating me, too, with the riding crop. She telled me she liked, how I squeaked. Because I always was shy, and quiet, and I squeaked, she called me her Myshka, her little mouse.<br/><br/>Darya, though, she didn’t treat me bad, very much. I knowed that she was very good, to me. At least, she was more good, to me, then her friends were, to their slaves! Her friends some times paraded their poor girls around naked, and maked them do the disgusting things, while they laughed! Darya didn’t do that, to me much, only when she was in the bad or naughty moods. I was very greatful, to Darya, for being good, to me. And, in secret, I finded I liked, some times, when he did the naughty things, to me. Or, when she humilated me, too. But, I never would tell her that, ever!<br/><br/>Darya surprised me, very much, when she telled me she wanted bringing me, to Monaco. She didn’t always bring me, on her little trips. The first days, we stayed in Monaco, I didn’t know why she wanted me. But, this morning, when she telled me for wearing, the skimpy black dress? I knowed, she wanted showing me off, to her Monaco friends. The dress, it showed off every thing on my body, people could see my small breast, and my bare slit. I had embarasments, for wearing it, but I put it on, with a smile. I knowed, that if I telled Darya no, I would be very sorry!<br/><br/>I blushed, very red, when the door man opened the car door, for me<strong>"No sir, open please, the other door, for Mistress!"</strong>I whispered, to him.  And I getted out of the car, myself, while he runned over and helped her, instead.<br/><br/>I lifted my chin, for Darya, when she walked to me. She runned a finger, down my slender neck, and smiled. And then she attached my coller, a little too tight, like she did always. She tugged it, and bringed me inside the café, with her.<br/><br/>Darya, she leaded me to a table, where a very pretty dark haired woman sitted. She and Darya kissed in greetings, very polite, and I realised the woman, she was Kaelyn, Darya’s friend. I never meeted Kaelyn, before, I didn’t know her.  And when Darya snapped her pretty fingers, I kneeled immediately, I putted my hands behind my back. I thrusted out my small breasts, a little, in case Darya wanted playing with them, at the table. And I keeped smiling, pretending for being very happy.