(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/TillieAvatar04.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>Taxi home and then Mistress' apartment.<br/><strong>With:</strong>Mistress, Sophie, Marc, Marena & Valeri.<br/><hr/><br/>Holding my breasts together like that was actually quite pleasant and I wondered if I was being rewarded, until Mistress locked my nipple clamps together. Then I<em>knew</em>I was being rewarded. I inclined my head in a polite<em>thank you</em>, and held the pose happily. The taxi stopped and I followed mistress out as quickly as I could while remaining on my knees. Holding by boobs together like that was rather humiliating, which was probably Mistress' intention. I blushed. One of the most wonderful things about being a slave, to me, was the knowledge that if my life had been different, I could have been where Mistress was.  I am a human being, and yet I get to be treated like a piece of furniture.<br/><br/>There were several people saw me enter the building like that, several of them looked at me and one actually sniggered, making me blush redder. Oh how my clit was aching for release! And yet, I knew that I wouldn't be allowed to cum. Not until Mistress was feeling generous, at the very least.<br/><br/>Being dangled by my hair was possibly the worst pain imaginable, as if my entire scalp was on fire. I whimpered softly, unable not to. I looked at the man called Marc through my tears. Here was Pain! I knew the tools of his trade even though I had never felt them. Being dragged from the elevator by my hair was not as bad as being lifted from the ground by it, and I managed to take in something of my surroundings.<br/><br/>Her apartment was wonderful. I was a slave to luxury. As long as I pleased my Mistress, I would want for nothing, it seemed. There is a saying: It is better to die free than to live as a slave. I disagree. I exchanged glances with her other two house slaves and bowed to them both slightly. They were here first and thus senior to me, unless Mistress chose to make it otherwise.<br/><br/>Suddenly being free of the chastity belt and gag, and then having the nipple clamps removed, I forced myself not to let out a sigh of relief. Instead I concentrated on the Pain that was to come. I did as mistress ordered and lay on my back on the plastic sheet. And then Mr Pain started.<br/><br/>Oh Christ, the agony as he shoved his cauterising needle through each of my nipples in turn. I know I screamed, I couldn't help it. Back in the old days they used to give you a local anaesthetic, but not any more - at least, not for slaves. As I screamed the bastard grabbed my tongue and fired a needle through that too. He slid the rings in through my poor sensitive buds and inserted a metal rod in my tongue, then moved down. They say you pass out from too much pain, so this clearly wasn't Too Much. I yelped as each of the four holes were driven into my labia. The cool metal of the rings sliding in helped ease the pain. But the biggest of all, he had saved to last.<br/><br/><em>OH SWEET JESUS! FUCK!</em>This time I didn't scream. This time I clenched my fists so hard that I drove my nails into the palms of my hands. He drove the damn spike right through my most sensitive part and I couldn't help it. I climaxed. The pain was so intense that it became pleasure. My hips bucked the moment the spike withdrew, and the tiny amount of blood was washed away by my juices flowing passed my virginity.<br/><br/>When I managed to open my eyes again, I turned such a look of guilty horror on Mistress. I was so very sorry, but the pain had simply overwhelmed me. I wanted to beg for her forgiveness, but I didn't dare move.