(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>Dr. Okello Okanjo and a slave girl.<br/><br/>Paulette was somewhat surprised as Dr. Okanjo stopped suddenly and beckoned her forward.  She wondered did she do something wrong or did he have something to do to her.  Again he commanded her with gestures and flicks of the eyes and hand.  She'd seen prize riding horses controlled with just the flick of the reins, pressure of the knees or the touch of spurs.  Ohhhh... he was... she knew of pony girls and pets.  Was she...  Again her thoughts were cut off as she complied with his silent instructions and knelt in the slave position with thighs spread wide, back arched, heavy breasts proudly exposed as the dark nipples started to tighten.  With her hands behind her in the small of her back she had little recourse when he reached down and tilted her head back.<br/><br/>His hands were strong and dexterous and she could not have resisted had she wanted to.  Paulette looked up.  Once again blue eyes matched green as she gazed into the soul of her master.  She could see no pity there, no mercy; there was only a careful approach and a tightly leashed passion that curled like a ravenous wolf behind the culture and intelligence.  As she realized that he was training her to accept his dominance and superior position Paulette shuddered.  She shifted slightly and tried to break his gaze but his hand held her firmly.  Paulette felt a strange compulsion to match his gaze, not in challenge but as a rabbit might gaze helplessly into the eyes of the predator.  Her own eyes carried fear and flashes of worry, that was clear, yet beneath the shifting emotion was a deep intelligence and thoughtfulness that watched all around with it with curiosity and its own passion.  Paulette however was troubled by her master's own careful observation and quick wits.  Paulette knew that just as she was watching him so was he observing and weighing her strengths and weaknesses.<br/><br/>As each bit of clothing and fetish gear was added to the basket carried by the accompanying slave Paulette's worry and fear grew.  She had been rigorously trained with items such as these at the Center.  More than trained, her body started to respond at the sight of beautiful yet twisted items.  Paulette was coming to appreciate and loath the particular genius of the Center as her body reacted even as her mind skittered away.  It was all black...  The items would contrast with her pale skin and blond hair.  She would be distinctive and the dark against white would further demonstrate her bondage.  Yet... in her pride she pictured how beautiful and desirable she would be in the high cut panties and the sleek and shear night gowns.  The long gloves and high stockings would emphasize her height and long limbs.<br/><br/>Then item after item of bondage was added to the pile of items.  There was a certain thrill that he was buying them for her for certainly if he had other slaves he would already have such equipment?  One after another certain things brought on flashbacks of scenes.  The ball gag caused her to drool and brought the taste of hard rubber in her mouth.  The butt plug brings back shivering memories of his breath blowing on her tight rosebud and the chains and paddles made her breasts and buttocks ache as if they were already attacking her soft flesh.  At the sight of the crop she froze and watched him warily.  Paulette could do no more than tremble as he teased her body with the threat of the crop.  The creams and therapies at the Center had left her skin very sensitive and she flinched as he moved the crop from one part of her body to the other as she feared the sudden impact of the leather switch.<br/><br/>Once again he commanded her without words as she was pulled down.  First taken to her knees she thought he was going to make her crawl after him again. Yet he pulled her further down until her face rested on the cool, smooth leather of his shoes.  With her thighs spread and ass raised she knew she was exposed yet her body involuntarily continued into the full pose as she arched her back.  With her butt offered to him, the cleft of her sex was open and the pink rimmed hole of her sex winked open lewdly.  Again he was showing his dominance and control of her body.  The soft caress of the crop was familiar but then she jerked and would have leaped up were it not for the leash.  The sudden slash of pain on her ass cheek was unexpected after his gentle touches and the impact caused her skin to sting painfully.  The second slash was quickly added and she knew that he had marked her with two red blazes on her perfect ass.  She shuddered to think that eventually he might mark her flesh more permanently with a tattoo or brand.  However the pain was also exciting to a body and mind conditioned to accept it; her master cared for her enough to attend to her and the pain was... oh it was... her inner sex lips clenched and seemed to almost ripple at him.  While many women had their lips puffed up to make them more kissable that had not been necessary for Paulette's bow like mouth.  Instead the blood flow to her sex had been enhanced so that she grew noticeably pink and swollen as her arousal conquered her mind and body.<br/><br/>Now crawling through the store her ass felt huge with his eyes upon it and the still stinging pain of his lashes.  Her pussy lips felt like hot, wet pillows between her thighs.  Paulette again was focused on her own thoughts and feelings and she was not expecting the sudden pressure of the leach in her clit and ass crack.  She jumped at the rough stimulation to her clit from the leather.  The smack of the leash against his swollen , sensitive lips aroused her shamefully as she remembered the endless floggings of her pussy while her channel was assailed by a vibrating dildo.  Her hips start to rotate into the pressure of the leash before she stops, embarrassed by the sluttish reaction.  He was measuring her and training her now.  The random bombardment was intended to throw her off balance and it succeeded.<br/><br/><em>[Edited second to last paragraph to correct grammar and enhance some of the descriptions]</em>