(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/65/Darius_face_avatar.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Darius Fair</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>On the way to Darya's party<br/><strong>With:</strong>His slave, Kumiko Sakamoto; his friend Dr. Okello Okanjo; Dr. Okanjo's slave, Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon<br/><br/>After a morning full of playing with me as a woodsman full of semen and Kumiko as a fairy hungry for cum, we had some brunch and were relaxing by the pool.  I started napping under an umbrella with her resting her head on my shoulder, and I woke up a while later to the sound of applause and cheering.<br/><br/>Kumiko had kept herself busy by going swimming in the nude, then started doing rather acrobatic diving to the amusement of the residents of the hotel, who were more than happy to show their appreciation with clapping hands and loud whistles.<br/><br/>When she saw I was up she had sauntered out of the pool all hot and sexy (which is what she's like<em>all</em>the time), and she had water coating and dripping off her beautiful naked body.  She crawled toward me, then got on top of me and wiggled herself from head to toe to make all the water splash on me.  She nuzzled her nose against mine like a happy, naughty puppy.  She reached over and took the folded up leash and put it between her teeth, then whimpered like she wanted for me to take her for a walk.<br/><br/>I attached the leash to her collar and I dried her off with a towel quickly before she suddenly ran off with her leash trailing behind her, chasing a butterfly, trying to catch it in her hands, jumping into the air with her titties bouncing and arms reaching overhead.  She pouted cutely when the butterfly got a way, then waved goodbye to it.<br/><br/>Again, she got on all fours as I took her leash.  We found a bush and she lifted up her leg and released a torrent of piss like a bitch marking her territory.<br/><br/>God, I loved my Kumiko so much.  I could not imagine life without her.<br/><br/>She stayed on all fours as we made our way back up to our hotel room and we ran into my new friend, Dr. Okello Okanjo.  We met during a card game and were talking about him getting a slave.  At the time, Kumiko seemed to be doing all the right things to me in front of him to convince him that getting a slave of his own would be worthwhile.<br/><br/>I recommended the Emperium, where I get all my stuff for Kumiko, and apparently he took this advice because now he had a lovely slave of his own, also on all fours and collared and leashed just like Kumiko.<br/><br/>As Dr. Okanjo invited me to a party held by a female former Olympian on her yacht, Kumiko crawled around Dr. Okanjo's slave.  Kumiko was really curious about her, and I had to tug on her collar to make her sit beside me.  She rubbed her face on my leg and I knew what she wanted.<br/><br/>I asked Dr. Okanjo if Kumiko could play with his slave, and he was more than happy to allow that.  I nodded at my slave and then continued hammering out the travel logistics for the party with Dr. Okanjo, then sharing what we did during the day with our respective slaves.  Kumiko was playing with Dr. Okanjo's slave's hair and feeling her breasts and sniffing her ass - she really acted like a curious puppy in a horny half-Asian half-Caucasian woman's body.<br/><br/>After Dr. Okanjo and I exchanged the details of all the wonderful things Kumiko did to me and the mostly<em>awful</em>things Dr. Okanjo did to<em>his</em>slave, we set up a time to meet later.<br/><br/>The four of us shared a ponygirl cab.  With all the passengers and the driver, we needed a bigger carriage drawn by more ponygirls.<br/><br/>Kumiko had chosen to put on her slave Princess Leia outfit.  Since we were going to a private party, Kumiko would be able to act more like herself than a typical slave out in public had to.  She loved to dance for me and by extension any audience, and she especially loved it when I<em>ordered</em>her to show off her skills and body.  Actually, she seemed to like it when I told her to do anything she really wanted to do.  As for my outfit, I settled on a simple white collared shirt with a black tie and black suit.<br/><br/>Dr. Okanjo, meanwhile, had a suit of his own on, while his slave (whose name he never mentioned ever, instead just calling her 'slave' or 'cunt' or 'slut') wore a rather sexy apron-like dress that covered her front while exposing her rear except for some thin horizontal spaghetti straps.  She had thigh high stockings, opera gloves, high heels and plenty of nice jewelry.<br/><br/>His slave was on her knees, sitting on her heels, her knees spread wide and her hands behind her back.  It was clear that Dr. Okanjo thought of her more as an object to be used, degraded and discarded, although he didn't go so far as to refer to his slave as "it" instead of "her."<br/><br/>He also had no problem speaking of another woman with me in front of his slave, one he was quite smitten with, a certain Kaelyn Richelieu, who I did not know personally but have heard of as a beautiful, dominant, free woman that ran a high-end brothel.  I couldn't see myself being interested in another woman, much less talking about her front of my beloved Kumiko.<br/><br/>I stroked Kumiko's hair, soothing her if Dr. Okanjo's nature bothered her in some way.  The time on the ponygirl carriage definitely made me appreciate what I had with my precious Kumiko.  I guess it did bother me a bit - to be fair, Dr. Okanjo was not nearly as extreme as my cruel uncle who was Kumiko's previous owner - but I hoped to meet other owners who were more loving and merciful to their slaves.  Perhaps this Darya Lysina was more like me than like Dr. Okanjo.<br/><br/>We arrived at the docks and disembarked from the carriage.  Kumiko's leash hung freely down between her breasts as I held her hand in mine, like a free woman lover instead of a slave.  Dr. Okanjo, on the other hand, was more than happy to keep his slave on her hands and knees as we waited for the tender to take us to the yacht, showing off her beauty and his power over her, perhaps even more so compared to the way I treated my own slave.<br/><br/>One of the tenders arrived and Dr. Okanjo showed him the invitation.  The pilot of the boat looked at a clipboard, made a check mark, then wrote down our names.  Dr. Okanjo apparently invited another gentleman whose name sounded familiar to me, probably from one of the many rounds of cards we played together.<br/><br/>The four of us got on the tender and were ferried from the docks to the yacht.  I've been on a few yachts in my time and this was one of the more impressive ones I have ever seen in person.  Kumiko and I had never been on a yacht together before, and I studied her reaction to her seeing the big, beautiful ship.  The pilot pulled up to the back of the ship, and we were helped aboard by some crewmembers.<br/><br/>I put out my elbow for Kumiko to put her hand around, like a gentleman escort would for his lady friend.  I did hold onto her leash firmly, just in case she gave in to an impulse to start exploring the ship on her own.  My Kumiko gets so excited sometimes, which I love, but now was the time for a bit of restraint.<br/><br/>Dr. Okanjo, on the other hand, had his slave on her knees again, ready to discipline her if she acted any less than a well-behaved pet.<br/><br/>Unsure of where to go, we followed the instructions of the crew and waited for our hostess to greet us.<br/><br/>(Edit:  Changed and added content so they end up on the yacht.)<br/>(Second edit:  Corrected typos and clarified a bit.)<br/>