Millenium Slave Law [Mes Poulains Petits]
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				Title: <strong>Millenium Slave Law [Mes Poulains Petits]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 21:21:16</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">MILLENNIUM SLAVE LAW - MONACO - MES POULAINS PETITS</span></span></span><br><br><br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/PonyClub1.jpg) (http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/City6.jpg) (http://parispropertygroup.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/Courtyard.jpg) (http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/PonyClub2.jpg)<br><br><br><hr></div><br><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/MesPoulainsPetitsMap.jpg)</div>"My Little Ponies" is the name of the private club and pony girl taxi service company owned by Nereza Fabrizio. The premises are tucked away in a small network of fashionable alleyways just west of the Rue Louis Auréglia. The alleys are pedestrian only and are lined with chic cafés, lively bars selling strange foreign beers, private boutiques, jewellers and exclusive hair amd beauty salons. The local residents are among the less rich in the principality and apartments tend to be small and humble but the area has a relaxed, even Bohemian atmospehere difficult to find elsewhere in Monaco.<br><br><em>Mes Poulains Petits</em> itself occupies two wings of a square building hollowed out in the centre by a stone-paved courtyard. The wing on the west side facing the access doors to the Ruelle Gilles Montauban IV houses the pony girl stables and the working and training rooms, plus the sulky and wagon storage garages and maintenance bay. The south side of the building houses the club itself within which owners and guests may relax and amuse themselves with the ponies when they are not between the shafts. A private bar and restaurant is provided here with a doorway to access the courtyard for owners. In the central courtyard the ponies are tacked up and also hosed down at the end of the day. They also receive their morning enemas and baths here courtesy of a trainer with a warm-water hose.<br><br>As well as a stable of around a dozen girls owned by the company, the privately owned ponies of club members may also be stabled here and for a fee also work on the normal taxi services or private charter hire.<br><br>The ponies are of course all slaves and while the sport of pony girl racing is internationally recognised, the competitive side of pony girl ownership does not appeal to Mme. Fabrizio. She happily frequents the paddocks and team compounds during the racing season and often places bets but her direct interest is limited to a small sponsorship holding in the Scuderia Ferranino that races with exclusively tall, lean, Arab animals and Italian drivers.<br><br>The ponies that Mme. Fabrizio favours are those with pure muscle and huge lungs. Bulk and curves appeal to her and her ponies are all selected and trained for endurance. Big breasts with enhanced nipples, wasp-waists and multiple piercings are features of all her animals. An hours training in the morning, a four hour shift, a two hour break and a final four hour shift make up the days for most ponies and therefore strength and stamina is preferable over speed. Nereza would prefer a pony conduct herself at the walk rather than a trot since the journey lasts longer and the fare has longer to enjoy the sight of her rump and legs.<br><br>A pony will typically spend three days on duty and one off. The off duty day is spent partly in training, partly in beauty treatments and conditioning and partly serving in the club. Here the girls act as waitresses and barmaids and still wear their full pony girl gear with the exception that their arms are unbound and their bridles do not include bits, allowing them to converse with guests. The second day off in eight (3 days on, 1 day off, 3 days on, <em>1 day off</em>) is a full rest day for the animals when they are free to relax, walk in town or go to a nearby swimming pool and gym with which the club has a membership agreement. Pony girls on these days off are always completely nude except for high heels.<br><br>All ponies are constantly kept on a course of female Viagra and also take Milkmaid. The milking is done in the evenings in the courtyard and tourists often wander in, happy to pay a small fee to watch the ponies whinnying happily in their stalls as their breasts are vigorously pumped empty of milk. Each pony will produce on average about two litres a day and the milk is sent fresh each night to the local processing plant. During milking, some ponies who have done well will be rewarded with dildos fixed atop uprights for them to ride as much as they wish. These scenes too attract the tourists.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/PonyClub3.jpg)</div>Atop the southern wing of the building is Nereza Fabrizio's private apartment and above that is a rare and surprising feature in any Monaco residence - a small tidy roof garden complete with lawn and miniature cherry trees.<br><br>Access out of the central courtyard is through an archway beneath the west wing of the premises and a short walk down the Ruelle Gilles Montauban IV gives access to the main roads of the city.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millenium Slave Law [Mes Poulains Petits]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 23:48:25</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/PammyAvatar-06.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Pamela "Titty" Thaunton</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Central Courtyard, arriving back.<br><strong>With:</strong> Jimmy the coach driver, Snobby (NPC), then Electra Beufort (NPC)<br><hr><br>It had been a hard but enjoyable afternoon appart from that black guy grabbing my boobs. Mistress didn't call me Titty for nothing, and quite honestly, the constant dose of Milkmaid had turned me into something of a bovine. My boobs were dangling heavily and beginning to hurt quite a lot as I pulled the cart up the slope that led to home. I was literally bathed in sweat, my skin glistening like a wet fish, and my cunt, with its jingling bells was aching for release. My thighs were burning too from the long afternoon spent pulling the heavy cart. I grinned at Snobby behind my bit and whickered at her. <em>Almost home.</em> <br><br>Back in the yard, Jimmy unharnessed us and led us to the grooming area. Here, a bunch of <em>too-dumb-to-realise-it</em> college girls who's daddies clearly had more money than sense worked for actual pay, although not much, for the privilege of tending to an actual real live pony-girl like me. I had my favourite among these "horsey girls". She was clearly gay from the way she treated me and I had no objection to it. Electra was her name, Electra Beaufort, and while she was my favourite stable-girl, I often caught myself wishing that she would be unable to pay her licence and would end up where I was.<br><br>She saw me and clucked at me, as she came over. "Hello Titty, how's my <em>special</em> pony today?" She cooed at me. I shook my head and snorted, then stamped a hoof. "Really? That's wonderful". She had no idea, really. Then the naughty girl did something she wasn't strictly supposed to do. She put her lips to my left nipple and sucked. "Ooooh" I moaned softly, a very un-pony-like sound, but I'd learned that one could get away with noises like that under circumstances like this. God but it felt good. She straightened and smirked then pressed her lips to mine. She's never done anything like that before, never kissed me, or anything and I was taken so by surprise that for a moment I started to return the kiss. Only to find a mouthful of my own milk squirted between my lips.<br><br>That was somehow really erotic and I sighed in pleasure. She pulled away and grinned at me. "You are a tasty pony, aren't you?" She picked up my heavy, swollen, left breast, that was dribbling milk from the nipple and was really quite sore now, and led me by it over to the milking area. I was agreeably surprised when she tethered me in front of a reward post, a short metal pole stuck in the courtyard with a nice big vibrator on top. I smiled and nodded a thank yo at her and leant over to lip at her cheek. She giggled and turned to the milking apparatus. <br><br>I was about to lower myself onto the shaft when Mistress came hurrying out of the main building.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 12:56:29</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/NerezaAvatar03.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">NEREZA FABRIZIO</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> From her office, coming down to the courtyard.<br><strong>With:</strong> Her slave Leotie, then meeting Titty the pony and NPC assistant Electra Beaufort.<br><br>It had been a profitable and very pleasant afternoon. After having my hair done I had stopped at that nice little bistro <em>Antoines</em> down at the Quai Jean-Charles Rey with Helena and Francoise, two of the club members whose ponies were currently stabled there. We chatted girl talk and drank a little too much Ricard. I had showed Leotie off to them and they’d had a fondle and a spank and then Helena had asked how good she was with her tongue so we’d retired to my place where I’d made Leotie show off her skills. Both Helena and Francoise and reached breathless orgasms on the tip of my little Pocahontas’ adept and wonderfully long tongue.<br><br>The girls had then gone downstairs to see their animals and get involved with some training while I had retired to my office, dealt with a few staffing and accounting issues and then reviewed some training videos. One of the newer ponies, Pussy, was not doing very well and the video showed a rather unpleasant hours brutal training. Well… unpleasant for her; delicious for me. It got me all hot and bothered and I sat back, naked below the waist, on my queening chair with the cut-out seat and ordered Leotie again to crawl under me and use her tongue, both front and back…<br><br>After a couple of lovely orgasms I had actually dozed off, only to awaken to the buzzing of my phone on the desk. Under me my darling Native American was still lapping slowly and gently at my sex, she had no doubt been obediently doing so while I’d slept. I glanced at my watch – for the last hour and a half. That’s a quality slave girl for you. Letting her continue to worship me and affectionately running my fingers through her hair to scritch gently at her scalp, I picked up the phone and saw it was a text from Kaelyn.<br><br>We’d last met a week back for lunch when she’d wanted to talk about getting some ponies for her own establishment. I had been happy to help her out although our business interests clashed on that subject. I was fine for her to have pony girls in her themed BDSM chambers as long as she was clear on me being the only pony girl taxi service in the Principality. Given that the bulk of the pony girl owners in Monaco were members of my club I was quite accepting of her idea and we parted amicably.<br><br>Today she had texted me saying she was attending a party tonight aboard a yacht and she wanted me to go along. She supplied the name of the yacht and the hostess and that rang bells with me. That Russian ex-athlete and oligarch’s daughter, the one who was borderline anti-slavery. I raised an eyebrow. She seemed a strange bedfellow for Kaelyn to be getting in with but no doubt it was all good networking. Someone of that level of social standing was way out of my league, usually, so this might be interesting and useful. I doubted at once that this Lisna woman would be into pony girls though; their training, body modification and conditioning was borderline brutal at times, not the sort of treatment our Muscovite princess would condone, I felt sure. I sent a brief acceptance text back and checked my watch again. Plenty of time.<br><br>An hour later I had enjoyed a long relaxing shower, with Leotie playing her sponge role to wonderful effect, and she’d towelled me dry and done my makeup and hair. Leotie had been expensive but her skills in hair styling, make up and couture had been worth the money in my view. A woman does love being pampered and as a personal maid went, Leotie was excellent value for money. The skills of her tongue that I had trained her in were a bonus. The bitch had a tongue like a chameleon’s. No human should have a tongue quite that long and that muscular! It drove me wild.<br><br>I told her to dress me in black for the evening. I didn’t want a cocktail dress as that would be too showy and a gown was completely out of the question. I didn’t want anything too casual either. I selected the silk translucent halter top with nothing under it – it gave sufficient support to my breasts though leaving them visible. Over this I shrugged my black satin bolero jacket. It closed with a single stud and strap under my bust and with its wide standing collar left exposed a lot of cleavage but nothing so tasteless as a hint of nipple.<br><br>The halter top and bolero left my midriff bare. A simple black lycra miniskirt, little more than a wide belt, without any underwear and a pair of black strappy tall sandals completed the look. I let Leotie bathe herself while I watched (always a wicked little pleasure of mine) and I ordered her to masturbate for me in the shower. She’d given Poppy an orgasm this afternoon, then the girls, then me… twice, so I knew she deserved some fun of her own. As she writhed and moaned under the suds and hissing water her pleasure made me get warmed up again just enough to leave me feeling “high and juicy” a zone I enjoy being in.<br><br>She dried herself, did her own hair and makeup and then in contrast to my outfit I told her to wear her white high heels and her white waist cincher, which I drew nice and tight to emphasize her wonderful tits and hips. I added cat-bells to her nipple rings and her clitoris hood ring and to the small white lace bands she wore at her wrists and we were good to go. I clipped a leash to her collar, spent a couple of minutes enjoying a long slow deep sensuous and very tonguey kiss with her and led her down to the courtyard.<br><br><div align="center"><strong>~ * * * ~</strong></div><br>The sun had gone down and the day shift ponies were returning for their evening’s bath and rest. With Monaco being Monaco the rich liked to party and gamble all night which for me meant fares going on usually to the small hours, I ran two shifts of ponies, early and late. The early animals operated a service in the morning and afternoon while the late animals worked in the afternoon and evening. The evening shift would be coming on in an hour or so and a few ponies were back from their day’s work. The pleasant buzz at my crotch that had been there since I’d enjoyed watching Leotie squeal and finger herself under my shower had put me in that naughty mood to be a little cruel to someone. Now, what poor pony was just back from carrying fat tourists all day? Someone I liked to tease…? Ah. Yes, there she was, just the bitch I enjoyed abusing. I strode over, Leotie trotting behind me in her clicking heels and jingling bells.<br><br><strong>“Bonsoir. It’s Electra, isn’t it? Monsieur Beaufort’s daughter? I’m pleased to see you hard at work. Enjoying yourself?”</strong> As I’d walked up to the middle-class French snob she smiled at me and tucked her dark hair back behind one ear. It was gathered up in a ponytail and straggled messily down at the sides. She wore an open-collared blue checked shirt, and jodhpurs tucked into riding boots, the shirt straining to contain her rather plump assets. The bitch might make a good pony if her father fell on hard times. A wicked fantasy whizzed quickly through my head of blackmail and corruption and dear father being forced to sell his daughter due to his business crashing. I think her dear papa had a lawnmower company or something like that. The brunette was bubbly and smiley and spicy. A complete air-head of course but a great arse and thighs on her. It was true, she would make a good pony.<br><br>As we talked I casually caressed the animal she was in the process of preparing for milking. It was that superb plump English bitch, Pamela Thaunton, or as she was now known, ‘Titty’. And with good reason. She had the biggest jugs of any of my animals. I’d named her because of that; what else can one do with a pair of 36 double F’s? In any other circumstances the bitch could have been a Goddess… except her circumstances now were very different. She had suffered much under my ownership. I loved torturing Titty. She was in her early 50s but easily looked 10 years younger, maybe 15. The strict corsetry she’d worn since arriving here had compressed her waist to around 25 inches and under a very severe corset such as she wore in harness, it went down to 23. That just made her tits and arse and thighs even more spectacular. She ran for hours on the treadmills and worked on the weights and bars hard, the trainers whipping her until she dropped. I’d burned all the excess bulk off her and replaced it with muscle, but muscle that lay under a layer of feminine fat, just enough to preserve her plump looks and not make her look like an Olympic athlete. I couldn’t bear women who looked like that which is why I shied away from professional pony racing. The animals were plain ugly in my eyes. <br><br>My hand slid up to cup a massive tit, hot and hard, swollen with milk. Her nipple, thick and erect, and already beaded with milk droplets, was the size of the end joint of my ring finger. I cupped the splendid globe of meat and squeezed cruelly, the thumb and finger of my other hand reaching to twist the ring that pierced her teat, pulling the metal around so her nipple was tortured into a tight corkscrew.<br><br>As Electra worked we chatted in a friendly manner and I abused Titty, enjoying hearing her whinny a little and shake her head in pain. The bitch had obviously been worked hard this afternoon, out in the sun. Her bit was covered with drool and flecks of foam spattered her chin and chest; her hide was coated with sweat and her black stockings were glued to her magnificent powerful thighs. She stamped her booted feet restlessly. “I need to cum real bad!” Her restless skitterings told me. <em>Tough titties, Titty. No fun for you, not yet.</em> Her sweat smelled rich and pungent and it was clear from the wetness down her inner thighs that she was craving pleasure. As she began to back down onto the ‘relief post’ Electra was about to treat her to, my grip on her massive breast tightened considerably, and using the crushed globe as a crude handle I pulled Titty forwards again, away from the dildo-vibe that buzzed welcomingly atop the aluminium stake. A row of these aluminium tubes could be slotted into steel-lined holes around the edge of the courtyard and ponies could be allowed to have pleasure on them (which the paying public enjoyed watching) while they were being milked or groomed. The taller posts without vibrators but just fat blunt ends were used as ‘hitching posts’. Stand a pony over one, extend it upwards telescopically into the animal’s body about eight inches and lock it in place and the pony couldn’t move. She’d have to remain here, on tip-toe and impaled until you collapsed the post and let her off again. The hitching posts without the vibrator attachments were strictly “no pleasuring” and it was even a wonderful entertainment to see a half-dozen animals astride these awaiting their next shift and clearly wanting to bend their knees and fuck themselves on them, but be forbidden to do so. They would whinny and whine and roll their eyes and leak copiously down the shafts. I often got off to video of ponies awaiting duty on their posts.<br><br><strong>“No, Electra, don’t milk this bitch. I need her for a private ride down to the quay. Go look after Snobby. And give her several orgasms, she’s earned it.”</strong><br><br>Still crushing Titty’s tit I led her across the courtyard to the vehicle stalls.<br><br><strong>“Henri, bonsoir. My traditional sulky please. (http://www.cobbandco.qm.qld.gov.au/Events+and+Exhibitions/Exhibitions/Permanent/National+Carriage+Collection/Sulkies+and+gigs/~/media/Images/CC/Events%20and%20exhibitions/Exhibitions/Permanent/National%20Carriage%20Collection/Sulkies%20and%20gigs/drop-shaft-sulky-h14814.jpg?w=400&amp;h=400&amp;as=1) I’m going out for the evening and taking Titty with me. It’ll do her good to work a few more hours, the bitch has been slacking recently and if I’m not mistaken I think she’s putting a bit of weight back on.”</strong><br><br>Henri prepared the sulky and I backed the snorting and seemingly unhappy Titty between the shafts. Unhappy she might well be. She was tired and sweat-soaked after a long day’s work and of course craving an orgasm or two. It’d do her good to wait a bit longer. Her corset was connected up, locking her to the vehicle and I checked her arms were securely and tightly bound across her back. I then added bells back to her nipple rings and added a cluster of three to the bar of her triangle piercing. These would shift and bounce directly against her clit like teasing little weights. I also spread her cunt wide open with two small thigh straps that were tightly strapped at the very tops of her legs right beneath her crotch. Small jewellers chains were then run from the rings through her inner labia out to D rings stitched into the thigh straps. This resulted in her sex being pulled violently open into a wet pink diamond-shaped gash. I did this often to my ponies, I think they looked so much more like animals, more crude and exposed this way. It also of course was much more humiliating.<br><br><strong>“I’ll take one of the folding temporary hitching posts with me as well please, Henri. Merci.”</strong> I stowed the foot-long telescoped-down metal contraption in the luggage basket that was fixed behind the bench seat. My clutch-bag went in there as well. As it was dark now Henri slotted two electric lamps onto their brackets at the extremities of the seat frame and switched them on. The old-fashioned coach lamp styled lights shone through a white lens forwards and a red lens to the rear.<br><br>I walked around the vehicle and animal one last time, checking connectors, harness, cunt, blinkers, wheel hubs, breasts, springs, tail plug and brakes, slapping Titty’s breasts hard a few times on the sides or from underneath where they were most tender. Spots of milk splashed off her body. <strong>“Those’ll be sore by the time I leave my evening appointment,”</strong> I told her softly, thumbing a nipple. Her bell jingled. I smiled evilly at her. <strong>“So I think I’ll whip them.”</strong><br><br>I climbed up and took my seat, beckoning Leotie up beside me and welcomed her arms around my middle. She was soft and warm and smelled wonderful. We cuddled up and I kissed her hair. I removed the whip from its socket and flicked it against Titty’s massive rear end. I flicked the reins. <strong>“Turn about pony, turn about, go left. Smart girl.”</strong> I turned the sulky around through a neat one-eighty degrees within its own space, Titty’s hooves clicking and the steel tyres grinding on the flagstones. This vehicle was one of my personal favourites and being a traditional build it was an aluminium underframe, steel springs and wooden trim. This made it a very heavy pull and with two up poor Titty would be struggling tonight. But then… that was why I’d chosen it… and her. I was in a cruel mood. Seeing the animal suffer made me wet.<br><br>We moved out slowly under the archway to the alley and I tugged left on the reins. Titty walked left, downhill. The vehicle eased slowly out of the doors and I skilfully shortened and loosed Titty’s reins until the wide cart had swung through ninety degrees and narrowly missed a table of bistro diners. I smiled down at them, giving them a “good evening”, and they thumbs-upped at me, nodding admiringly at the almost naked beauty at my side.<br><br><strong>“Walk on, Titty, walk on.”</strong> Another flick of my whip, a heavier one this time, against the bitch’s arse and we were off, her auburn tail swishing and bouncing prettily from side to side. The large plug the spring-steel S-shaped core fitted into would be giving her the usual ass-fucking as she moved.
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				Post by: <strong>Poisin</strong> on <strong>23-11-2012, 02:36:17</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/Leotie_Avatar_05.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Leotie</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> From her office, coming down to the courtyard.<br><strong>With:</strong> Her owner Nereza, then meeting Titty the pony and NPC assistant Electra Beaufort.<br><br>I had a fun day with Mistress while we were out. She came out looking fabulous from her appointment, I was always so pleased to think about how pretty she was, and how lucky I was to have such a cute owner! From the appointment we went and met up with a few of her friends, and I was shown off. I made little happy noises when they spanked me and thanked them for their compliments, and when I was told to show them my tongue work, I went at it with gusto. Ass stuck out in case they wanted to spank me some more while I was pleasuring one of them. I kept my hands behind my back though, I wanted them to see just how expertly I could get them off with only my tongue. The way their bodies clenched and they were lost&nbsp; for words put a smile on my face. <br><br>From there Mistress' friends left and we were left alone. We spent a while enjoying the training videos. Mistress watching them while I got to listen. I squeezed my thighs together and tucked in against her, wanting to cum so badly from everything that had happened today but knowing better then to ask for it. I almost whined to her once or twice, the bell was still pulling at my poor little clit and jingling as if to tease me! It was deliciously terrible. And it made me go crazy for my Mistress in trying to please her so that she'd give me a reward too!!<br><br>I gave mistress a few good orgasms and then... before I knew it. "What?" I whispered quietly pulling away and looking up at my Mistress. Her breathing had changed and her body had relaxed even more so then after a regular orgasm. Her eyes were closed and her head was tilted to the side. I frowned slightly. Had she fallen asleep? Did I put her to sleep? And then that frown turned to something that looked more like panic. Oh no! Was I not good enough anymore that I couldn't even keep her attention? I started to shake at that thought... But that couldn't be true! She'd just been praising me! How could she have fallen asleep on me? I whimpered lightly and laid my head on her thigh looking up at her while she slept. She looked so calm and relaxed... Oh! Maybe... maybe I didn't bore her, maybe I'd just worn her out! I liked that idea much better. Much, MUCH better. I smiled proud of myself, that idea now firmly placed in my mind and went back to what I was doing. Mistress would be impressed that I'd kept up at pleasuring her even if she was sleeping, maybe it would give her sweet and pleasured dreams?<br><br><br>I was starting to get sleepy myself when there was a buzzing noise and Mistress popped awake. She reached for what I was assuming was her phone and reached down to pet me. I nuzzled into her mound at the pets, happy and content that she let me do these sorts of things for her. After that we got ready for what ever it was that she had planned, I washed her and got her dressed, doing her hair and make up. Highlighting her beauty rather than needing to create the illusion of it. <br><br>It was then my turn to get ready so I went back to the shower, bringing something for Mistress to sit on. She wanted me to masturbate for her. Finally! I was going to be allowed to get a little treat... although it may not have been good as I would have liked. I'd been so damn horny this entire time, I was afraid I'd get off too quickly. First of all though, I washed my hair, just to get that done and out of the way, once I cum I'd rather not have to stay in the water, I'd prefer to get rinsed off and step out to dry out. I looked at my Mistress while I lathered up my breasts, rubbing at them and leaning against the shower wall. I closed my eyes and just let myself enjoy my reward for being so good today. I spread my legs and writhed against the wall, almost dancing for her, the spray hitting my body while I did so. I was beginning to pant for her, imaging my mistress right up against me and whispering naughty things into my ears. I gave a small open mouthed smile as I finally reached down and began to play with myself. pulling gently at my piercings, rubbing my fingers over my clit and catching the ring there. I resisted the urge to close my legs around my hand as I began to really play with myself, both hands now at my crotch. One a little lower then other, pressing two fingers in and out of my horny little cunt. My head rolled back and I was crying out. Hips lifting off of the shower wall and pressing harshly into my hands, wanting more but not able to get it. My brows knit together and my chest heaved harshly as I had a good hard cum. I fingered myself a bit more, eyes still closed, just to let myself down slowly and when I could open my eyes and stand, I did so, smiling at mistress while I rinsed off. She seemed pleased, and that in turn made me extremely happy. <br><br>I stepped out on shaky legs but I managed not to slip on the tile and I went onto get dressed and ready. She added the bells to my rings again and I followed after her in a way that made my bells jingle as much as they could. She clipped my leash and then kissed me deeply. I giggled a little into it as my bells moved and made noises for her, before we broke it off and I followed her to the courtyard to leave. <br><br>---------------<br><br><br><br>We walked out and I knew exactly who she was going to choose. Some girls would pity how abused Titty was, but she wasn't dead, she had a place to live, she was fed and sheltered, and she got to cum when she was good. And if the Master decided that she was worth her time to abuse and molest, then that meant that Titty was worth keeping around. There were worse places you could be. <br><br>I watched Mistress fondle her while talking to the young free girl. I lowered my eyes then, and just listened to Mistress while she abused Titty, standing still with my back straight. I just sort of drifted in and out as the cool air washed over my skin. I looked up when Mistress said we were going to be using Titty. She'd been SO close to getting that reward. I inwardly laughed 'nice try'.<br><br>I walked with her to the carriages and when it was all ready and prepared I climbed in beside Mistress, cuddling up and looking as cute and adorable and innocent as I could. <br><br>Although when the tourists looked up at me I made sure to flash them a less than innocent smirk. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millenium Slave Law [Mes Poulains Petits]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 13:02:26</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/PammyAvatar-06.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Pamela "Titty" Thaunton</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Central Courtyard,<br><strong>With:</strong> Electra Beufort (NPC), Mistress, Leotie<br><hr><br>"PHRPHRPHR!" I snorted, shaking my head, and stamping an iron-shod hoof onto the straw-covered concrete, to express my displeasure at being denied my reward, then again in pain as Mistress ignored my request for relief and began playing with my udders. God that hurt so fucking much. They were full and beginning to leak and she was twisting the nipples and tightening them up again. God but the bitch was cruel.<br><br>I loved it! <br><br>Well that wasn't strictly true. I hated the actual pain, but... when you are under sentence of death you learn top appreciate pain. Pain means you are alive. I listened almost incredulously as Mistress led me away from the milking stalls and had me hitched to that heavy sulky. Not the light one she was using earlier. The extra jewellery she attached to me was actually quote nice. I'd long ago gotten over being humiliated - having my knees chained to my collar over a specially designed public toilet just outside Holloway Prison is about as humiliating as it gets...<br><br>My boobs were going to be sore alright. They were already aching badly. As I walked I left a trail of white droplets, and Mistress slapping them around made them really sting. The promise of having them whipped laterr? Oh god. I knew I would climax if she did, just from the pain.<br><br>And then the bitch had her slave climb up into the sulky too? What had I done to deserve this? Heh. I'd punched my husband and master in the face, that's what. Broken the bastard's nose. He had been such a kind, sweet man, before they changed the law. oh well... <br><br>The whip stung my arse and I grunted and threw my weight against the harness, thanking all the stars in heaven that it wasn't raining. If the concrete had been wet I would never have got a grip on it even with the iron horeshoes on the soles of my hooves. The sulky moved, turned and as the whip but into me again, each stroke bringing me painfully closer to the orgasm i so desperately craved but must not allow myself,&nbsp; I managed to start it rolling towards the main gate. My thighs ached and my back ached, but I knew those pains. They were good. They were simply the muscles objecting to overuse. <em>Lazy, huh? Putting on weight, huh?</em> I thought, as I picked up a bit of speed. <em>I'll show you, Mistress.</em> I paused at the gate, somehow slowing the weight behind me. A moped shot past, and I swore under my breath at how close he was to me, then I pulled out, heading down the hill towards the quay.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millenium Slave Law [Mes Poulains Petits]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 14:02:06</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/NerezaAvatar03.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">NEREZA FABRIZIO</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Leaving the club and travelling through the city down to the quay.<br><strong>With:</strong> Leotie Dominguez and Titty the pony-girl.<br><br>The sulky clattered over cobbles down the lamplit alley and with a stiff tug on both reins stopped at the busy junction with the Rue Louis Auréglia. No traffic lights regulated this minor junction and for a few moments I let the lifeblood of Monaco grind past me; the Ferraris, the Lambos, the Porches, the Rollers, the Astons. People strolled along the wide pavements and chatted happily at expensive bistros. Everybody a poseur, each one wanting to be seen by all the rest. From my elevated seat I looked down on them all. A few curious heads turned to watch my sulky and the person riding in it – and also to stare at the beautiful huge-titted bound woman pulling it, sweat-beaded, her tits rising and falling, her nakedness specifically exploited and emphasized by the straps and corsetry that restricted and exposed her body. Pony girls were well known about but you didn’t see one every day and with mine being the only female slave taxi service in the Principality, my girls were rare enough that heads always turned and tourists would gather to pet the animals and offer sugar lumps.<br><br>There was a gap in the traffic. I whisked the coach-whip hard against Titty’s arse, leaving a pair of deep red welts. She snorted and broke out onto the main boulevard, turning right, following a sleek, purple and wine-red Bugatti Veyron downhill towards town. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=142203.msg7281675#msg7281675)<br>
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