(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/IetjeVanLeeuwen_Avatar01.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">IETJE VAN LEEUWEN</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Various Shops in Monte Carlo<br/><strong>With:</strong>Her master, Phillipe Creaux<br/><br/>Ietje followed Phillipe around the stores her head held high and her walk graceful and elegant.  At least while walking about she could act like a human being with pride and dignity.  It was the pony races that she dreaded when she was treated no better than an animal, touched, pinched, whipped and fucked like a helpless mare.  Still, she thought with pride, I can beat most of those bitches in the short sprint and hold my own in the longer mile trot.  The only thing I didn't do well was the two pony team events as I couldn't stand to cooperate with one of those broken pony sluts.  Ludwig Bernake had bought me and broken me to the pony racing but he had never taken my spirit, or at least all of it anyway.<br/><br/>My master had me nude of course for going out and buying clothing.  It made the contrast between the normal gowns and business suits that he dressed me in and my naked body all the more stark.  I knew my body was lush, curved and inviting and even after two years of training, pony racing and now my new master's ownership I resented being displayed like this.  I was not an animal, not a piece of property and would not be treated this way.  I knew somehow my parents would rescue me but in the meantime I kept my pride to myself.<br/><br/>At the look of the black dress and then the white I snorted.  I couldn't resist the comment; "As if..." at his mention of showing off skin.  I knew I would suffer for it but the gleam in his eyes as I knew he was contemplating secretly humiliating me just angered me to no end.  I knew that he did it on purpose, knowing it angered me but I could not just let him win every time.  Deep inside I was still the heiress to enough money to buy everyone of this assholes a dozen times over!<br/><br/>As Phillipe handed me the dresses I frowned but took them.  I certainly did not want to walk around the town like a dog for a week and dressing up as a professional assistant even if I was panty less underneath or wearing no bra was better than nudity.  At least I could pretend I was still on top of the world.  I followed him to the register and stood emotionless, my face blank as the little register-slut rang them up.  I ignored her little snippy look and raised my nose a bit at her plebeian status.  Even though perverse I was still a famous racer and everyone still knew my face from being on the cover of every magazine and in the society sections of even the tabloids.<br/><br/>I nodded my head in response to his command and headed into the dressing rooms.  I swerved into the one in the back knowing from experience that it was the largest and had a nice padded chair for master to sit in.  I'd been raped brutally and had sex gently many times in these dressing rooms and I preferred to be bent over a nice piece of furniture or kneeling on new carpet.  Once inside I hung the white and black dresses on a hanger and turned to face my master as the door closed.  I could hear other sluts getting fucked in the adjacent rooms but did my best to ignore it.  I was never fucked, I<em>made love</em>or<em>had sex</em>unlike those other sluts.<br/><br/>Reaching behind my back I unzipped my elegant sundress and pulled it up over my head.  My full breasts bounced freely as I had no bra but my sex was encased in a full pair of granny panties.  It was a cruel joke of Phillipe's and served only to annoy me.  Folding the dress neatly for I was always careful with my clothing, I smiled falsely at him and asked in my most ingratiating voice;  "Which dress would you like me to try on first Master?"