(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/OkelloAvatar01.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Dr. Okello Okanjo</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Darya's yacht,<em>The Galaxy</em><br/><strong>With:</strong>Darius Fair; Darius' slave, Kumiko; Kaeylyn Richelieu, Kaelyn's slave, Tillie<br/><br/>Ah, there she was.  Kaelyn Richelieu.  Looking lovely as always, this time in a white leather coat, black leather pants, and sparkly shoes.  I could feel myself reacting to the sight of her already.  Blood was draining from my brain to my loins as my heart stirred and my manhood swelled.  Even owning my own slave in a world where naked and barely dressed women were regularly used and abused, no one had such an effect on me as Kaeylyn Richelieu.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Bonsoir, mon cher docteur, comment allez-vous?"</em></strong><br/><br/><strong><em>"Bonsoir, mon cher Madame Richelieu."</em></strong><br/><br/>I continued speaking in French to her.<br/><br/><strong>"I am very well indeed.  I cannot think of a more wonderful day in recent memory, having not just one, but <em>two</em> opportunities to both see you and speak with you.  I cannot imagine a better way to end it than to spend it with you even for a few moments."</strong><br/><br/>I couldn't hold back my smile.  I imagined I almost looked a bit foolish positively beaming.<br/><br/><strong>"Well, perhaps that's not <em>entirely</em> true."</strong>I looked upward for a moment playfully, as if considering other things Kaelyn and I could do.<br/><br/><strong>"As much as I love hearing you calling me 'your dear doctor,' it would please me to no end to hear you call me 'your dear Okello.'  I do hope we can be more than just... business associates."</strong><br/><br/>I grinned at the multiple possible meanings of the open-endedness of the statement I made when I felt Darius' elbow hit mine.<br/><br/>I switched to English for a moment.  Darius was skilled in many languages, but hewas still struggling with French despite having learned it since a young age.<br/><br/><strong>"Allow me to introduce Darius Fair.  This young man will be running the Fairmont empire someday.  Upon my recommendation, he has personally suggested to his guests at the Fairmont Montecarlo to visit your brothel.  He's nicer to his slaves than you and I are, but don't hold that against him.  Otherwise, he's an exceptionally fine gentleman."</strong><br/><br/>Darius greeted her, then took the hint and left me alone with Kaelyn and our slaves.  I went back to French.<br/><br/><strong>"I recognize your new slaves.  I considered buying the slim one with the short black hair, but her... its... its tits were too small for what I wanted to own."</strong><br/><br/>How strange.  I corrected myself to refer to slaves in the same manner that Kaelyn did.  I found myself wanting to say just the right thing to Kaelyn, as if I wanted to... please her.<br/><br/><strong>"And your personal cunt was a bit large up top for what I had in mind for a slave.  Although I do very much appreciate what you've done with... it.  I can't help but wonder at the kind of fun you've had with... its... flesh."</strong><br/><br/>I looked at Kaelyn's slave on its knees beside her.  Then I looked at my own.<br/><br/><strong>"And you remember the slut I bought, don't you?  After we spoke outside the Emperium, I took it out for a spin.  I thought of you watching me abuse its throat and cunt and asshole and tits in the park after I paraded it around wearing nothing but high heels and handcuffs.  I beat it and raped it in front of onlookers who were pointing and laughing and taking video.  Then I brought it back to Darius' hotel where I am staying and used it some more."</strong><br/><br/>I gauged Kaelyn's reaction.  It was always fun to talk about abusing slaves.  Darius wasn't the type all.  The fact that Kaelyn was an artist in sadistic domination as well as the epitome of sexiness made her the perfect woman to me.<br/><br/><strong>"The invitation still stands for you to have your way with my slave-cunt here.  I would love to see you give it a good working over.  Perhaps I can break in the new skinny bitch you picked up.  I would hate to leave any of your whores unused by me, Mistress."</strong><br/><br/>I glanced at Audrey, Lauren and Stacey, particularly at Stacey.  I made all the sluts scream, but Stacey was the one I made dominate me as I imagined Kaelyn ordering me around, demanding me to kiss and caress every square inch of her gorgeous figure, to nibble and suck and lick and fuck her while denying myself pleasure until she gave me permission to cum.<br/><br/>Wait a minute.  Did I just call her "Mistress?"<br/><br/>I couldn't be sure.  If I did, maybe she didn't notice.  Then a lovely young woman with an older slave that resembled her walking with a spreader bar attached to her ankles approached us.