(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>Scintilla Jeweler<br/><strong>With:</strong>Darya Lisina, Kaelyn Richelieu; Kaelyn's slaves Tillie LeBon and Sophie Maryse Bisset<br/><br/>I watched, while Kaelyn maked her slaves play. It maked me uneasy, and uncomfortable, seeing them do such dirty things. The one slave, she looked so happy, she looked like she enjoyed being used, like a filthy sex toy. I hoped, my Darya didn't want me acting, like that, in front of every one. But, I noticed the excited look, in my Darya's eyes, I knowed she liked, what she watched!<br/><br/>I felt very grateful, when we arrived, at the jeweling shop. I holded my arms together, a little cold. The shop had the nice air conditioning, but for my tiny transparent dress, it was chilly. I watched, very patient, when Darya looked through the big book of designs. She telled me before, of vajazzing, and how she wanted my cunt looking beautiful, for her. I didn't under stand though, what she meaned, until I saw pictures, in the book. I stared, very curious, at the pictures, it seemed very strange!<br/><br/><strong>"The butterfly then, Miss Lysina,"</strong>, said the big bald artist. Bold and scary tattoos, they covered his strong arms.<strong>"A very good choice, ma'am. Slave, come with me."</strong>He speaked, to me, with the thick rough German accent.<strong>"I do this work back here, in the studio room."</strong><br/><br/>I followed him, into the studio room. It was tiny, no more big, than a closet! A little row of drawers standed by the door, with a work stool. Bright lights hanged, from the cealing. And a giant chair, like one for medical examinatons, with stirrups, sitted in the middle, of the room. He pointed, at the chair, and closed the door, to the room.<strong>"Sit down, slave."</strong><br/><br/>I climbed into the chair, and putted my feet, in the stirrups. The big artist pushed my ankles far a part, and he lifted up my little dress, up over my small tits. He gazed down, at me, with admirations.<strong>"Very nice,"</strong>, the big artist said, to me. He looked down, between my spreaded legs.<strong>"Your pretty little cunt, I bet it's nice, and tight,"</strong>He speaked very pleasant, like he telled me, of the weather, or a ball game.<strong>"I bet your mistress, she saves your pussy, for the special ocasions. Or she gives you, to her boy friends, for fucking. You look like a mouth girl, any way."</strong><br/><br/>I stared at him, very puzzled.<strong>"What is, a mouth girl?"</strong>I asked him.<br/><br/>The artist stared, at me, very funny. And then, he smiled wicked.<strong>"You're a tease, or you're a very stupid slave,"</strong>he said, to me.<strong>"I bet your mouth sucks cocks amazing good, and you eat cunt, like a dirty little bitch."</strong><br/><br/>I blushed, very furious! Some times, I hated that my father, he selled me to sweet Ludmilla, many years a go. He selled me, to her, for protecting me. My family, they needed money, but he didn't want me being abused, like other slaves. So, I never getted abused, for a long time. Only when Elena inhereted me, and selled me to my Darya, did I learn of so many naughty things, of sex. And, my Darya treated me very good, most times, so I didn't think dirty ideas, much!<br/><br/>I shuddered, thinking of cocks, the way the artist telled me, of them. I hadn't ever sucked a man's cock, or letted a man stick his thing, inside my pussy, yet. Darya, she never maked me do that. I only sucked off Darya, or her girl friends, when they weared their big thick strap ons. Darya teached me for deep throating her big rubber cocks, some times she liked almost choking me, with them. But most times, she only maked me use my mouth, and fingers, on her. Or she liked masturbating, with me, in public places, very naughty and fun! But she never maked me fuck a man, like some of her friends maked their slaves. I still worried, that she planned that, for her party, making me fuck a man in front of every one, for the first time!<br/><br/>I looked at the artist, my eyes big and scared.<strong>"Don't get the funny ideas, for doing things, to me,"</strong>I said, to him. My voice shaked, when I speaked.<strong>"My mistress, she'll be very cross, if you do."</strong><br/><br/>The artist chuckled.<strong>"Relax you dumb bitch, I wouldn't ever dream, of touching you,"</strong>the big artist said, to me. He lowered his head, between my spreaded legs. His mouth, it rested only inches, from my moist slit. He blowed, on my sex, very gentle. I shivered, and squirmed, and he laughed, very harsh.<strong>"It wouldn't be profesional, of me. I'll only touch, what needs touching, for my work."</strong><br/><br/>The artist runned his fingers, over my bare mons, very light. Darya gived me treatments, for my skin staying smooth and hairless, for her always. I whimpered, and the artist, he laughed again.<strong>"I needed making sure, your skin, it's prepared proper, for the jewels,"</strong>he said.<strong>"The glues, they don't stick good, to your dirty little pubes."</strong><br/><br/>The artist reached over, to a row of metal drawers. He reached in one, and he taked out a little metal gun. Also, he taked out a jar, filled with many tiny jewels, and tweazers. He putted the tip, of the gun, on my pretty bare mons. I gasped, very loud, it burned a little!<br/><br/><strong>"I'm sorry, I should be telling you, the glue's hot,"</strong>the big artist said, to me. He picked up a tiny blue jewel, with his tweazers. And placed it, on the hot drop of glue, on my poor soft skin. He blowed again, between my legs, and he winked, at me.<strong>"So keep still, and shut the fuck up, it won't hurt much if you do. I work more fast, that way."</strong><br/><br/>I nodded, and I closed my eyes. My small tits, they rised and falled, as I taked deep breaths. The artist, he worked very quick, like he promised! But, he keeped  touching my bare flesh, with his glue gun, it hurted, like tiny bug stings! The pain, it always leaved, very quick, after each touch. But, the artist, he needed almost a hundred tiny jewels, for making my Darya's pretty butterfly! My fingers grabbed the sides, of my chair, and I bited my lip, very hard. When he putted on my last tiny jewel, I thought, may be, I almost would pass out!<br/><br/><strong>"I'm finnished now,"</strong>the big artist said, at last to me. I opened my eyes, I saw him standing, over me. He patted my cunt, with his palm. I realised, very embarassed, that I growed wet, when he glued the hot jewels, to me!<strong>"Get up, your mistress waits, for you."</strong><br/><br/>I climbed, out of the seat, very slow. The vajazzled butterfly, between my legs, it felt funny, like tiny little shiney pin pricks. When I looked down, I already could see it, glittering very bright. I hoped, that Darya loved it. I hurried, from the little art room, and went over to Darya.<br/><br/><strong>"Spread your legs, more wide,"</strong>the big artist ordered, to me. He standed behind me. I heard, in his voice, his pride in his work.<strong>"Show your mistress, your pretty pussy,"</strong><br/><br/>I standed more, with my ankles a part. I putted my hands, on my hips. And I thrusted my crotch, up more, to my amazing Darya.<strong>"Is, is, is it ok, mistress?"</strong>I asked her, very nervous.<strong>"I hope it's beautiful, I always want looking nice, for you."</strong>