(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/LindaAvatar03.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Linda Tuchamba</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Arriving home, grabbing some sleep then heading out to try and sell V.<br/><strong>With:</strong>Nataliya Kobevko, Veronica Downing<br/><hr/><br/>I was ure I heard someone singing softly, but I was too tired to care. The next thing I knew, my slave was whispering in my ear that we were home. I managed to struggle awake and pulled her in for a passionate kiss. "Get the cargo. Use one of the cattle prods if you have to. Chain her to the garage wall for now. No food or water. Then get some sleep. We have a busy day ahead."<br/><br/>I headed inside, grabbed a glass of milk, drank it and crashed out.<br/><br/>It must have been nearly noon when I woke up again. Certainly it was late morning. I took my time to have a nice long shower with my slave, making sure she washed me properly - which of course involved her licking my cunt clean. While I was dressing in the clothes she'd laid out for me - cool slacks, a silk top, sandals and various jewellery and accessories - fuck-butt was washing herself and then moving to make my breakfast. I was not impossibly cruel like some, I gave her enough time to get clean and prepare my coffee and croissants.<br/><br/>And then we were heading into town. Not in the crappy little Kangoo, but in my Range Rover. It wasn't easy getting the red headed bitch into the cage in the back, but between sexybitch and myself, we managed. With a look that was as much of an apology as the pretty cunt-licker would ever get from me I held the tailgate open and indicated she should hop in the cargo area too. As sweet and as useful as she was, she was still a slave and we were heading out in daylight, into the snobbiest city in the world.<br/><br/>About ten minutes later I pulled up in the goods-inwards area at the back of the Emperium Salesrooms. Pulling the collar out of my pocket, I grinned at Fuck-Slut. "Right, now for the fun part... Here..." I pulled a taser from the glove box and handed the collar to my slave, then smiled at the redhead. "Listen slave. We can do this the easy way or the painful way. You can be boring and dull and let my slave put your collar on without a fight, or you can be nice and entertaining and let me zap you with this in whatever sensitive places I can get at, for the next half hour, while you try and stop sluttykins from putting your collar on."<br/><br/>I looked at her with interest. "I would prefer option two. fuckslut would obviously prefer option one, but as she is only a slave and has no choice in the matter, I guess it's down to whether you, as a fellow slave, feel sorry for her, or whether you would rather entertain me?"