(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/PauletteAvatar.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>Leaving the Fairmont Monte Carlo and arriving at Darya's yacht,<em>The Galaxy</em><br/><strong>With:</strong>Her master, Dr. Okello Okanjo, Darius Fair, his slave Kumiko, Darya Lisina; Darya's slave Valentina Khorkina; Four brothel slaves (Audrey, Lauren, Stacey); Kaelyn's slaves Tillie LeBon and Sophie Maryse Bisset<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/b3cf0e33a5a3f4bb30dca7e4551f0201_zpsf3dab73d.jpg)</div><br/>I had been dressed as a slut in a costume design to catch the eye and allow easy access to my body.  I was in a skimpy outfit with a lacy front that pressed up by breasts but left my stomach shadowed while my back and ass was almost totally bare.  A bit of jewelry, disguised cuffs on my wrists actually and I was ready to be displayed and used.  The outfit was rounded off with long opera gloves and high, high heels.<br/><br/>Then we met with an acquaintance of Dr. Okanjo.  He was a young man with a very young and innocent looking Japanese slave girl.  The two of them started talking about the abuse and sex they had meted out to the two of us while the girl came over and started to sniff and play with me like a dog.  I didn't know what to take and I pulled and tugged to get as far away from her as I could.  Dr. Okanjo tanked my leash so that I choked and made me hold still while the other girl, Kumiko sniffed my ass and played with my breasts.  I must admit that again my traitorous body responded and there was a damp trail of my dew staining the thong as well as the growing pungent smell of my arousal.<br/><br/>The girl prattled that she had seen me before and I stiffened.  Up to this point people had commented on my similarity to a certain pop star but had not connected.  I tried to shush her but she would not stop humming one of my most popular songs.  Finally I had to give in and rubbed my ass in her face like a bitch in heat seeking to be mounted.  That quieted her up and we played doggie games until it was time to go.<br/><br/>Finally we left for the party and thankfully I was able to ride in the cart instead of run behind.  Dr. Okanjo treated me like a thing, like a piece of furniture or a sex toy to be used.  He spoke of that woman, the free bitch who he liked and whose humiliation he took out in my ass.  I didn't know what to think as the strange feeling of jealousy came over me.  What the hell!!!  Why was I jealous unless she turned him down and he sodomized me again.  I spent the rest of the trip quiet and afraid as I wondered why I was started to identify with my Master.<br/><br/>I was not terribly excited about going out to a yacht.  I had been to bigger and better and as a free woman.  Yet Dr. Okanjo made me walk like a dog behind him, heeling to the leash as the little Japanese slut was able to walk like a free woman.  A lot of other slaves and their masters or mistresses arrived but I was too humiliated by crawling like a dog and worrying about my spate of jealousy to worry.<br/><br/>He spoke to the beautiful blond woman, Darya, the one who upset him and led to my ass reaming early.  He seemed more pleased and I eyed both her and her slave Valentina.  The dark hair slaved was also treated with more respect than I got and I slowly grew more angry and resentful of Dr. Okanjo although I hid it.  Soon he was talking and laughing with the blond mistress and a dark haired one, Kaelyn while he tugged and yanked at me to show me off like a slab of meat.   Still, despite my anger I shuddered at his veiled threat and lowered my head submissively.  Further the idea of being tied up and used frightened me more than anything he had done to me yet.  Knowing I was tied and helpless to be used anonymously like a animal or a cunt was terrible; the loss of control was deeper than I could imagine.  Had I dared I would have begged to be excused right there.<br/><br/>The conversation he had with Kaelyn was utterly humiliating and stirred not anger but to my horror a deep feeling of that same jealousy.  God, god, why did I feel that way, why was I so possessive of this man that had raped me and boasted of it?  I knelt quietly and waited for the next indignity to be inflicted on me.  The most interesting thing was that Dr. Okanjo seemed to favor the slave whore that most approximated Kaelyn.  I wondered at his slip by calling her mistress if there was some connection there.  If I was allowed it would bear learning about if only to protect myself from further abuse or at least anticipate when it might happen.