(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 LISETTTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Salesroom - Emperium.<br/><strong>With:</strong>Callie Shaw, Tillie LeBon, Sophie Maryse Bisset, Ryuuji Adams & Dr. Okello Okanjo.<br/><br/>Several masters came through the Emperium in the course of the morning.  Paulette was on edge and excited the entire time.  Her training and conditioning had prepared her well for presenting herself to future masters.  She stood proudly with legs slightly spread and one leg a bit in front of the others, her arms to her sides and behind her back, chest out thrust to offer her breasts and head up but not making eye contact.  A couple of the potential masters touched and fondled her but no seemed interested enough to purchase her.  Paulette refused to be disappointed but she wondered how long it would take for her fate to be sealed.<br/><br/>As she waited she wondered what her life would be like.  The training had been intense with the BAF.  While the standard training that every young girl received in the educational system prepared her somewhat for the variety of sexual and non-sexual service that would be expected of a female, at the BAF Center she was immersed in it.  It was as if the trainers there wanted to force every possible variant of service into her in such a short period of time.  She supposed it was so that she could serve a master in any way he desired.  In a way, she was glad that she was widely trained rather than strictly focused as a pain slut or fuck cunt.  Certainly Paulette had come to appreciate and even crave pain, bondage and servitude but she wanted to be so much more to her master.  Paulette wanted to be the perfect putty in his hands to mold in whatever way he wanted; in whatever way she deserved to be treated in punishment for her transgressions.  That she was secretly still a free woman, at least for a few months was a secret that she did not consider except as a further degradation and punishment.<br/><br/>Later though a tall, handsome master entered the salesroom.  He was extremely well built and Paulette found herself becoming aroused at the sight of him.  She imagined that he was very well endowed and shivered at the thought of him using her.  She watched him touch the breasts of the other women; measuring and weighing them.  Her heart dropped as he hefted Sophie's breasts and tweaked her nipples.  Paulette was worried that the master would chose Sophie instead of her and a pang of jealousy pierced her heart.  Paulette examined the emotion carefully in that little room where her personality lived while she was being trained at the BAF.  She would have to accept whatever the master chose and not let jealously get in her way.  Yet jealousy would provide part of the lever to improve her service to whatever master she was sold to.  That was why initiative and ambition were good; she would be spurred on to be a better slave.<br/><br/>Yet the master dismissed her as 'too small'.  Then he turned away from Tillie after a few moments as 'too big'.  Paulette's heart raced.  He dwelled on Callie, twisting her nipples and evaluating the heft of her breasts yet again he moved on... he moved on to her! "Oh god, oh god, oh god," she thought.<br/><br/>Paulette was unable to resist locking eyes with the man for just a moment.  There was something electric that passed between them, something that thrilled and frightened her to the core.  She saw strength, passion and the will to dominate and use in those green eyes.  Even as she turned away, shamed at making eye contact her body experienced a spasm of arousal and excitement; this was the master, this was the one.  Paulette's cheeks and breasts flushed a pale pink even as her sex began to lubricate for him.  Unbidden images of dominance and submission filled her mind and she stood helplessly as he examined her.<br/><br/>Poked, touched and even smelled like a prize mare at the auction, Paulette could think of no more impersonal and dehumanizing treatment.  His hands were strong and rough with masculine power; her nipples responded with instant erection into tall, needy bullets of dark flesh.  She had never been pierced in her nipples and thus had her milk ducts completely intact.  Paulette's skin was as smooth and creamy as one might expect given the availability of lotions and enhancing treatments.  Her muscle tone however was superb regardless of enhancements and she promised to be capable of whatever tasks or treatments he put her to.<br/><br/>Again, deeply engrained conditioning took over Paulette's response and her sex was soon fully opened and aroused.  The flesh of her lips below the prominent but bare mound began to darken to a duller red-pink with arousal.