Millennium Slave Law [Fairmont Hotel]
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				Title: <strong>Millennium Slave Law [Fairmont Hotel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 01:04:13</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 - HOTEL FAIRMONT MONTE CARLO</span></span></span><br><br><br><br>(http://www.fairmont.com/assets/0/137/10272/10331/10333/14416/d0ed4a6c-643b-4ba6-aebc-0a5ed67bce88.jpg)<br><br>(http://www.fairmont.com/assets/0/137/10272/10331/10333/14416/9ec32ad6-5966-4751-9050-547b38efb20f.jpg)<br><br>(http://www.fairmont.com/assets/0/137/10272/10331/10333/14416/2d733a32-8986-4167-bdbf-e3a9f6f97161.jpg)<br><br>(http://www.fairmont.com/assets/0/137/10272/10331/10333/14416/367f991e-fa19-4bee-827f-c79dfd0b47d7.jpg)<br><br>(http://www.fairmont.com/assets/0/137/10272/10331/10333/14416/47a5c0b9-f50c-429e-b404-a639c1e445fc.jpg)<br><hr></div><br><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/FairmontHotel.jpg)</div><br>The Fairmont Monte Carlo hotel is a unique four-star luxury convention resort located in the heart of the Principality of Monaco in between the Mediterranean Sea and the legendary Casino of Monte Carlo. It's from doors open onto a tightly curvd hairpin bend - formerly the Loews Hairpin, now the Fairmont Hairpin, arguably the most famous corner in Formula One racing.<br><br>In addition to being one of the most prestigious Monte Carlo resorts, the Fairmont Monte Carlo is also one of the largest in Europe, boasting 602 guest rooms, residences and suites, two restaurants, a bar, 18 meeting rooms, shopping arcade, in-house Casino, and unique wellness facilities: a stunning Willow Stream Spa, that lets you rediscover all your energy and the Willow Stream Fitness &amp; rooftop Pool, which offer all guests the opportunity to enjoy a world-class workout while enjoying views of the Riviera. Fairmont Monte Carlo, an island unto itself situated in the most exclusive part of the world.<br><br>A lavish retreat that puts the entire destination at your doorstep and allows you to immerse yourself in the region’s joie de vivre.<br><br><span style="font-size: 9pt;" class="bbc_size">A crane view of the Fairmont Hairpin - the hotel itself is top right.</span><br><div class="floatleft">(http://f1-grandprix.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/loews_arial.jpg)</div><br>Nestled between Italy and France, on the Côte d'Azur, the Principality of Monaco offers guests more than 300 days of sunshine each year. Although the fabulous climate is a primary attraction, people are also drawn to the region's warm engaging colours, the variety of its surroundings and the friendliness of the people. From the deep blue of the Mediterranean to the dazzling white canyons of the inland countryside, Monaco never stops revealing surprises.<br><br>Immerse yourself in the beauty and sophistication of this world-class destination with a stay at the Fairmont Monte Carlo luxury resort.<br><br>The Fairmont Monte Carlo is one of 60 hotels in 18 countries under the Fairmont franchise, which was started over 100 years ago in San Francisco by the Fair family, currently based in Toronto, Ontario, Canada.<br><br>Two of its current residents are one of the heirs to the Fairmont empire, Darius Fair, and a renowned medical researcher, Dr. Okello Okanjo.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millenium Slave Law [Fairmont Hotel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>13-07-2012, 22:51:57</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/65/Darius_face_avatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Darius Fair</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Fairmont Monte Carlo, his suite<br><strong>With:</strong> His slave, Kumiko Sakamoto<br><br>The previous night was quite the reunion for my slave and me.&nbsp; Before I had to go away, Kumiko had been misbehaving when we went out to eat -&nbsp; speaking without being spoken to, touching me without permission - stuff that I was fine with in private, but that I found unacceptable in public.&nbsp; Being the little pain-and-pleasure slut she was, spanking her sweet round ass or using the riding crop on her perky tits just seemed to encourage her misdeeds.&nbsp; To really teach her a lesson, I had to do something that even I didn't want to do - I had to leave her behind when I went on my trip.<br><br>To someone like my sweet little Kumiko-cunt, it was the worst kind of punishment.&nbsp; She absolutely hated to be isolated or ignored, and particularly dreaded being separated from me.&nbsp; She promised me she would behave from now on, that she would be a "good little cunt" when other people were present, but I know her well enough that she would have just reverted back to her old ways.&nbsp; No, I <em>had</em> to leave her behind when I went to watch my older brother race in France.<br><br>I gave Kumiko explicit instructions - no vaginal or anal penetration, no orgasms, and no touching herself.&nbsp; She could practice sucking on the dildos that were molded from my dick that were attached to various areas around my suite in the hotel owned by my family.&nbsp; She could even masturbate, just not with her hands.&nbsp; She was pretty creative when it came to that - I'm pretty sure her juices were on every single bedpost, doorknob and couch arm.<br><br>She was obedient when it came to stuff like that.&nbsp; I had the suite wired with cameras, and the old footage and live feeds were accessible from my mobile devices.&nbsp; I could have been watching at any time.&nbsp; It wasn't necessary to make sure she followed my orders, but she sure did like to put on a show for me and make me regret leaving her behind.<br><br>She kept herself occupied - reading or writing or drawing or sewing or cooking or stretching or working out or rehearsing some roleplay scenario.&nbsp; After a couple of days, I sent her a package consisting of a big body pillow and a pillow case with a life-size image of me naked.&nbsp; When I chatted with her online, she put the tablet computer at the top of the pillow and a dildo on the crotch of the pillowcase.&nbsp; She got on her knees and sucked "me" off while I lay back on a bed hundreds of miles away, using a Fleshlight masturbation device shaped like her lips.<br><br>What was I talking about?&nbsp; Oh yeah, the previous night.&nbsp; So I got back on the private jet and Kumiko-slut was on the tarmac waiting for me&nbsp; She was naked except for her collar, waiting on her knees.&nbsp; My driver handed me her leash, but she and I didn't look at each other or say anything.&nbsp; I wanted to see if Kumiko-cunt learned her lesson, and she was doing admirably.&nbsp; In the limo, I had her get on all fours and I used her ass as a footrest while I read a magazine.&nbsp; <br><br>When we got back to the suite, we looked at each other and we couldn't get me out of my clothes fast enough.&nbsp; We were on the bondage bed with its numerous attachment rings on the sides, headboard and footboard, but we didn't mess with any of that.&nbsp; I just grabbed her wrists and held her down and rammed my dick into her.&nbsp; Without penetration for so long, her cunt was virgin-tight, but she was eager to get fucked.&nbsp; She had been keeping up her regimen of Venus and Balance, and I popped a Mars pill in the elevator on the way up to the suite.&nbsp; The drug really lived up to its promises of "nearly instant, sustained erection," "quick recovery," and "high volume discharge."<br><br>I pounded that pussy for all it was worth, stretching it wide and deep, claiming it with my cock.&nbsp; I gave her permission to come, and she did numerous times.&nbsp; I kept it all under control until I couldn't hold out any more.&nbsp; I felt my dick swell up inside her, and I gave her cervix a trio of point blank cumshots before pulling out and ejaculating the rest of my load all over her.&nbsp; Even with my cock between her legs, ropes of jizz flew through the air, hitting her hairline, glueing her eyes shut, landing on her tongue and all over her tits.&nbsp; I held myself up as I surveyed the damage and she used her fingers to start scooping up the mess.<br><br>I put my still hard cock back inside her to fuck her some more, stirring up her juices and my cum.&nbsp; I helped her out by getting between her legs and slurping up the mess, then licking up what she missed off her face and body.&nbsp; I straddled her tits and had her lick my cock clean, then got back on top of her to spill my seed and her nectar from my mouth into hers.&nbsp; She drank it all up and swallowed everything like a good cunt, and then we declared our love for each other.&nbsp; <br><br>She feel asleep with her head on my shoulder, and her breathing made me fall asleep too.&nbsp; I hoped she would have a good dream instead of a nightmare, but she told me she was getting better at controlling the dream, just like fantasizing helped her cope with my uncle's treatment of her...<br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Uncle Obadiah</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Fairmont Royal York in Toronto, in the dungeon in the basement<br><strong>With:</strong> His slave, Kumiko Sakamoto<br><br><em>I'm always looking for new ways to terrorize that slave I keep in a big cage under the hotel.&nbsp; I tied her up, naked and spread eagle, on an old dirty mattress.&nbsp; I stuck a ring gag in her mouth and a speculum up her cunt, so two of her fuckholes were nice and spread open.&nbsp; Then I put the big, hairy tarantula on her tummy.<br><br><strong>"I wouldn't move too much if I were you, bitch.&nbsp; A tarantula will bite you if it gets scared.&nbsp; So lie still and don't panic, unless of course you <em>want</em> it to give you a hard nibble.&nbsp; After all, it's just looking for someplace to hide and burrow itself in.&nbsp; I don't think that overactive imagination of yours can make up a fantasy about this.&nbsp; Heh heh heh."</strong></em><br><br><hr><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/65/Darius_face_avatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Darius Fair</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Fairmont Monte Carlo, his suite<br><strong>With:</strong> His slave, Kumiko Sakamoto<br><br>I had a long restful deep sleep.&nbsp; Knowing Kumiko, she probably got just a few hours in before waking up, taking a bath, dolling herself up, picking out some costume or another, and stirring me from my slumber with my cock in her mouth.&nbsp; She always me feed her "breakfast in bed" this way.&nbsp; <br><br>She's told me she likes to kiss and lick my morning wood, then suck me slowly and gently, gradually getting more aggressive as her hunger for my cum increases.&nbsp; Usually, I wake up around the time my cockhead is lodged in the back of her throat, her lips are around the base of my shaft, and her tongue is lapping at my balls.&nbsp; Soon after, her tears are coming down her cheeks and her saliva is dripping off her chin.&nbsp; I felt like I had some staying power though.<br><br><strong>"Mmm, yeah, suck my cock, my sweet little Kumiko-cunt.&nbsp; Get off the bed and get on your knees and keep your hands behind your back.&nbsp; I want to fuck your face before I feed you some cum, baby."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millenium Slave Law [Fairmont Hotel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>15-07-2012, 01:51:08</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/OkelloAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Dr. Okello Okanjo</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Fairmont Monte Carlo<br><strong>With:</strong> His slave, Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon<br><br>The ride from the Maya Bar Bar &amp; Café (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=142203.msg6559413#msg6559413) seemed to take forever.&nbsp; There was a bit of traffic on the road, no doubt caused by one of those slow-moving carriages being pulled by a pair of cunts dolled up like ponygirls.&nbsp; They were quite the spectacle, and slowed all the cars on the road as their occupants looked and took pictures.<br><br>Along with the driver in the carriage, two large black men were the passengers, and a little Asian piece of ass was trying to keep up as she was leashed to the back of the carriage.&nbsp; I always enjoyed seeing fellow men of color taking advantage of white bitches.&nbsp; If only our ancestors that were enslaved themselves could see the descendents of their owners now.<br><br>For a while, I pulled up behind the carriage, seeing the tight little ass and short, shapely legs of the barely pubescent, slim, slanty-eyed slut in tow.&nbsp; I changed lanes and pulled up to the side of the ponygirls, admiring their buttplug tails in their thick asses and their jingling bells on their bouncing udders.<br><br>I had been molesting my slave-cunt during the drive - squeezing her leg, slapping her inner thigh, tugging on her nipples, squeezing her cheeks...&nbsp; I tugged the hair on the back of her head and made her look at the pretty ponygirls.<br><br><strong>"Perhaps I will have you pull a carriage for me while I whip your ass someday."</strong><br><br>I pulled up to the Fairmont Monte Carlo.&nbsp; The gullwing doors and the trunk opened simultaneously as valets flanked my car.&nbsp; I tossed the leash to the valet on the curb and handed the other a generous tip.&nbsp; Perhaps I would have my slave suck off the young man some time as a reward for his regular excellent service.<br><br>I took the leash and took my slave to the back of my car.&nbsp; Valets offered to take my bags, but I wanted to remind my slave that she was there for my pleasure, but could also be a beast of burden when I wanted her to.<br><br><strong>"Stick your arms out, cunt."</strong>&nbsp; It was fun training her to respond to my gestures, but my commands would inevitably get more complicated and it would be easier for me to just tell her what to do.&nbsp; In the end, I would condition her to be my perfect little slave, catering to my every whim as soon as I even thought about it.<br><br>I took the shopping bags and put the loops around her forearms until they were at her elbows, like they were purses.&nbsp; I put one on each side, and placed the third between her teeth.&nbsp; She was carrying the outfits and objects I would use on her in a most humiliating way, much to the amusement of both the employees and the guests.<br><br>With a tug of the leash, I had her following me through the lobby like a good pet wearing nothing but her collar and a pair of high heels.&nbsp; Some of the guests had quizzical looks on their faces as they looked at my slave.&nbsp; I paid it no mind, keeping the portfolio of her information between my arm and chest.<br><br>When the elevator doors closed, we could see our reflection in the mirrored door.&nbsp; I turned to her and caressed the side of her head, pressing my face into her hair and sniffing deeply.&nbsp; I tugged a nipple and twisted it, then touched her between her legs.<br><br><strong>"Such a little snail, with such a slimy trail."</strong>&nbsp; I held up my hand, spreading my fingers apart, demonstrating her wetness further with the bridge of her nectar forming between them.&nbsp; I wiped my fingers on her cheeks, making her wear her arousal on her face.<br><br>The elevator doors opened to one of the upper floors.&nbsp; I gave her ass a smack to lead the way.&nbsp; It was a basic room with a nice view, but since I was staying for an extended period and I was a regular guest of the Fairmont chain, the hotel was kind enough to provide some accomodations.&nbsp; It was nothing like what Kaelyn had at her brothel, but it would suffice.<br><br>The bedframe was replaced from one having only a headboard to a proper bondage bed with sturdy metal head- and footboards that had several attachment points.&nbsp; And the bench at the foot of the bed was removed and substituted by a rectangular cage.&nbsp; Combined with my purchases from the Emperium, it would serve as a nice, makeshift dungeon.<br><br>I took the bags from my slave and placed them on the bed.&nbsp; I went through the bags and pulled out the riding crop.&nbsp; I ran the tip along her cheeks, then down to her breasts and between her legs.<br><br><strong>"Every time you do something wrong..."</strong>&nbsp; I smacked one of her nipples with the crop.&nbsp; <strong>"I will hit you with this..."</strong>&nbsp; I did the same to the other nipple.&nbsp; <strong>"So you will learn what I like."</strong>&nbsp; I walked around her and used the crop on one of her asscheeks.&nbsp; <strong>"I could tell you what to do..."</strong>&nbsp; I cropped her other asscheek.&nbsp; <strong>"But I prefer for you to learn the hard way."</strong>&nbsp; I tap-tap-tapped her pussy, then made like I was going to hit her, but ended it with another tap.<br><br><strong>"If you please me, perhaps I will give you attention of the less... negative variety."</strong>&nbsp; I ran the edged along her slit, parting her lips and getting the crop nice and wet.<br><br><strong>"When I ask you a question or give you an order, I expect a suitable response from those slutty lips of yours, cunt.&nbsp; Lavish with me praise, promise me satisfaction, offer yourself for my use, show gratitude, beg me to take advantage of you.&nbsp; For now, I want to take a shower.&nbsp; Take off my clothes, hold them to your face and smell them, then hang each article of clothing in the closet or toss it in the hamper, accordingly."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millenium Slave Law [Fairmont Hotel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>18-07-2012, 08:24:41</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/PauletteAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">PAULETTE LISETTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong>Fairmont Monte Carlo<br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Dr. Okello Okanjo<br><br>I rode silently with my master through the town.&nbsp; I remembered the last time I had been here with my lover and manager Adrian in a car exactly like this one.&nbsp; I had given him a blow job as we moved through heavy traffic just like this one and the memory stirred me.&nbsp; I tried to ignore the steady touching as he ran his hands over my body.&nbsp; I looked out the window, trying to focus on the pretty views rather than the memories and the reaction of my body to them and to the feel of Doctor Okanjo's hard, strong and controlling hands on my body.&nbsp; Teh sight of the pony girls running ahead of the carriage made me think that perhaps I was just a mare being gentled, tamed through touch and familiarity with my master's hands.&nbsp; My master...&nbsp; I had avoided even thinking of him in that way; the use of Doctor Okanjo was so much more neutral, civilized.&nbsp; Yet... he was mastering me, slowly but surely as my body slipped into the well oiled pathways of obedience drilled into me at the Center. Perhaps I could out wait him, pretend to be broken and docile while my mind stayed my own.&nbsp; Then I would suddenly claim my freedom again and spurn him.&nbsp; Yes... focus on that to maintain my sanity; focus on freedom.<br><br>I whimpered just a bit at the sudden shock as Doctor Okanjo yanked my hair and forced me to look at the pony girls more closely.&nbsp; I cringed inwardly at the total loss of identity that those women experienced.&nbsp; I didn't dare react in order to not provoke a response but merely stared and tried to remember how to pray that I might avoid that fate.<br><br>I looked admiringly at the hotel as the car pulled up in the driveway.&nbsp; I had never stayed at the Fairmont but anyone who followed Formula One knew of it and the hairpin curve.&nbsp; Now I never really cared for racing but Adrian was a huge fan and forced me several years running to attend the race here as well as others across Europe.&nbsp; From the look of things, my owner was quite rich and well respected.&nbsp; At least he wasn't a poor slob.&nbsp; Standing up at the tug of the leash I followed obediently to the back of the car.&nbsp; At Doctor Okanjo's command I held out my arms with a slightly quizzical look in my eyes.&nbsp; When he loaded me up with the packages, including one held in my teeth I truly gritted my teeth down on the twisted fiber handle of the bag in anger at my humiliation.&nbsp; I might be a toy to be screwed, even in the ass, but this?<br><br>As he led me through the hotel lobby I held my head high and walked as elegantly as if I was on the runway in Paris, modeling clothing for the finest of houses.&nbsp; My heels clicked, clicked, clicked on the smooth marble floor as my entire body swayed elegantly across the room.&nbsp; I wore the collar around my neck like a crown.&nbsp; Unfortunately the effect was somewhat ruined by my painfully erect nipples, my engorged labia and the wet tracks down my thighs and on my ass from my hyperactive arousal.&nbsp; It had only taken a series of steroid treatments and minor surgery on the nerves to my glands to put me in a hyperactive state.<br><br>Upon entering the elevator I tried to remain passive and quiet but he nuzzled me and twisted my nipple.&nbsp; My eyes narrowed slightly in reaction to his touch; I loved the feel of stimulation to my nipples and I must admit that I was beginning to like his strong hands on my body.&nbsp; At the touch of Doctor Okanjo's fingers on my wet slit I looked away slightly, my lips pursing just a bit around the handle in my mouth like the bit in a thoroughbred race horse.&nbsp; I saw no need to respond to his crude remark and accepted the anointing of my face with my strongly scented dew with proud silence.&nbsp; Now was the time to draw my mental line in the sand if I could...<br><br>At the sight of the room, the bondage bed and especially the cage I cringed.&nbsp; The cage especially frightened me as it brought back memories of being trapped in that car with the dead Adrian, hanging upside down buckled into my seat, his semen spattered on my face and hair as well as filling my mouth.&nbsp; I jumped a bit at the smack to my ass, my mind lost in my thoughts and fears for a moment.&nbsp; Standing quietly I jumped and cringed backwards as he smacked first one nipple and then the other with the crop.&nbsp; I knew how much pain those things could inflict and recognized that Doctor Okanjo was a master with it; he knew just how to hit me to make it really hurt.&nbsp; <br><br>I managed not to flinch when he smacked my ass cheeks; I was better prepared for the impact but I jumped and bit my lip as he tapped on my pussy.&nbsp; I flinched and jumped despite my best efforts with every tap and my eyes closed anticipating the pain as he made to strike me.&nbsp; My eyes opened, slightly relieved as he rubbed between my eager, ruddy lips with the leather.&nbsp; Instead of pain I felt a tingle of pleasure at the tough of the rough crop against the throbbing barrel of my clit.&nbsp; My pussy clenched, wanting something to fill it as I met Doctor Okanjo's eyes for the first time since we'd gotten into the car back at the park.<br><br>At his command I nodded, speechless for a moment as he commanded me to not only speak but to praise and worship him.&nbsp; I thought he was going to train me with silence like some kind of dog.&nbsp; My mind reeled for a moment and I managed to gather my wits about me.&nbsp; I stared at Doctor Okanjo for a moment as I absorbed his commands.<br><br>After a pause I stepped forward and smiled at the man in front of me. Ok... so I could keep this objective.&nbsp; I started to address him but the word stuck in my mouth for a second....&nbsp; <strong>"Master, you are a handsome, domineering man.&nbsp; This cunt is wet for your sex, for your use.&nbsp; This slave is lucky to have such a strong, rich master." </strong> I knelt in front of him and unlaced first one and then another shoe.&nbsp; I held his leg up slightly to allow me to remove it and carefully set them aside.&nbsp; I sniffed the shoe and then the sock as I removed each one, the socks being put over in a heap.&nbsp; <strong>"Master's shoes smell of fine Italian leather.&nbsp; Master has good taste in his clothing."</strong><br><br>I stood and unbuckled his belt, unsnapped the waistband and pulled the zipper down.&nbsp; My cheeks started to burn a bit and my pussy quivered as I sensed the heat of the manhood that had so thoroughly plundered my ass not an hour ago.&nbsp; I ran my hands down his legs as the pants were lowered, my fingers feeling the strongly muscled, thighs.&nbsp; An image flashed unbidden in my head of those thighs spreading mine apart as my legs were wrapped around those rock hard pillars, a cock pounding my pussy.&nbsp; I gasped a bit, my eyes flashing as my pussy clenched hard, hard in need and my hands tightened a bit on those manly limbs.&nbsp; <strong>"This cunt thinks that Master has a wonderfully muscled body.&nbsp; This cunt is a weak female compared to Master."&nbsp; </strong><br><br>As I squatted to lower the pants my eyes came level with Doctor Okanjo's groin.&nbsp; I could already smell his masculine arousal and I couldn't help but stare at what was waiting for me in his under pants.&nbsp; Kneeling I lifted up one leg and then another, much as I had done before and then rose and smelled the pants. <strong> "These are clean Master, I will fold them and set them aside."</strong>&nbsp; I moved away for a moment and folded the slacks over the top of the cage to hide the abhorrent thing.&nbsp; <br><br>Returning to the motionless man I smiled up at him.&nbsp; <strong>"Master is most generous to let this cunt undress him and touch his body.&nbsp; This cunt is lucky to have a master with such a large cock and handsome body." </strong> The words were starting to fall off my lips easily.&nbsp; I had of course been trained in slut-speak since I was a little girl and the time at the Center had only reinforced it.&nbsp; My growing, gnawing arousal and deeply competitive nature were driving me to perform as well as I could to mimic a good little fuck-slut.&nbsp; I stood close and unbuttoned his shirt from top to bottom.&nbsp; I was standing close and I could feel the heat rising off of his body and especially his groin as his scent seemed to fill my nostrils.&nbsp; They'd messed with my sensitivity to certain smells as well and the Pavlovian conditioning kicked in with a vengeance as those male pheromones hit me.&nbsp; <br><br>My movements started to be playful as I unbuttoned the many buttons.&nbsp; <strong>"This cunt wants to worship her master's body.&nbsp; Crush this cunt underneath your strong embrace and fuck this slut's pussy.&nbsp; Spunk her and leave her dribbling your seed master.&nbsp; This cunt's pussy is needy for your cock."</strong>&nbsp; My hands brushed across his groin at the bottom button and I froze for a moment before continuing with a forced motion.&nbsp; <strong>"Let this cunt kiss and suck and lick Master's body to give him pleasure.&nbsp; This cunt is only hands and holes for Master, please use this cunt's holes master.&nbsp; This cunt yearns to be fucked."</strong><br><br>I removed the cufflinks and sniffed the shirt, each arm pit getting a special sniff.&nbsp; The smell of male perspiration over the acrid scent of deodorant sent more thrills through my body.&nbsp; I had always, always like the smell of a man's perspiration and Master's was no different.&nbsp; I sniffed again to memorize the smell, temporarily lost in the act.&nbsp; Oh, Master had a wonderful... Shit, I called that bastard Master in my thoughts.&nbsp; What the fuck?&nbsp; God damn!&nbsp; I covered my confusion by moving to throw the shirt in the dirty pile.&nbsp; <br><br>My eyes ran over Doctor Okanjo’s chest.&nbsp; Doctor Okjano, Doctor Okanjo… not, not, not Master.&nbsp; His body was taunt, well muscled and very attractive.&nbsp; Again my pussy clenched and I swayed closer to him, my breasts almost brushing against him.&nbsp; Time to continue the charade if charade it still was… <strong> “Oh Master, your chest is broad and strong.&nbsp; This cunt is dripping with arousal at your body.&nbsp; Please let this cunt snuggle against your broad chest and stroke and worship your wonderful body.&nbsp; Master’s smell is so wonderful.&nbsp; This cunt loves the harsh scent of Master’s sweat on his shirt.&nbsp; See how this cunt’s nipples are hard and her cunt is dripping with dew.&nbsp; When master takes his shower can this cunt wash master off and rub her wet, soapy body against master?” </strong> This was getting crazy, the more she spoke, the more clothing she removed from this man, her Mas… Doctor Okanjo… the more excited and into the role she was getting.&nbsp; Maybe that was good; if he thought she was doing a good job then maybe he wouldn’t punish her, throw her in the cage.<br><br>Now he was dressed only in his underwear.&nbsp; I swallowed and glanced into his eyes for a moment.&nbsp; It was unclear to me and I'm sure it was uncertain to him if I swallowed because of fear, uncertainty or arousal but perhaps it was all three.&nbsp; I could smell the strong scent of her female lubricate now running down my thighs and calves in a humiliating ooze.&nbsp; My eyes were shining and full of emotions unknown even to me as I studied him for a moment before my eyes dropped again.&nbsp; Keeping my eyes locked on his mouth my hands moved down to slip under his waist band.&nbsp; <strong>“Mmmm… Master saves the best for last for this cunt.”</strong>&nbsp; I knew what was expected and I knelt and pulled his underwear down and gazed on the cock and balls that had reamed me just a short time before.&nbsp; My asshole clenched and a little blurp of semen oozed from my rosebud at the memory of the ass fucking I had endured in the tunnel at the park.&nbsp; I wanted to gag and crey at the feel of the semen but I mastered myself.&nbsp; Slipping his underwear off his legs I sniffed the fabric deeply.&nbsp; Oh god, the smell of his sex, his semen, his perspiration… oh god, oh god it smelled good.&nbsp; I remembered the Center.&nbsp; I remembered being allowed to eat and sleep after days of deprivation after I was exposed to male pheromones and scents.&nbsp; I had been trained, like Pavlov had trained his dogs; I could no more quiver in arousal at the scent than I could not hunger if not fed for a week.<br><br>Breathing deeply, smelling with obvious pleasure, I felt the role slipping away from my as the script turned to reality.&nbsp; I looked up at my Master and he was Master with a capital 'M' . <strong> “Oh, Master, this underwear is ready to be changed but may this cunt keep it to smell and remind&nbsp; her of her master’s manly scent?” </strong>I met his eyes, my face flushed.&nbsp; The penis was less than an inch from my face as I held the underwear. <strong> “May this cunt pleasure her Master with her hands and mouth before he takes his shower?&nbsp; Then she can wash him off in the shower by using her body as a soapy wash cloth.”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millenium Slave Law [Fairmont Hotel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>26-07-2012, 21:14:01</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/OkelloAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Dr. Okello Okanjo</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Fairmont Monte Carlo<br><strong>With:</strong> His slave, Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon<br><br>The cunt stood there for a moment, as if processing the set of commands I gave her.&nbsp; I teased her slit with the riding crop and gave her a list of things to say and do for that reason, so the overload of information and sensation would cause her to hesitate and give me a reason to hurt her.&nbsp; <br><br>But just when I was going to turn those riding crop taps and caresses into hard smacks on her sex, she spoke.<br><br><strong><em>"Master, you are a handsome, domineering man.&nbsp; This cunt is wet for your sex, for your use.&nbsp; This slave is lucky to have such a strong, rich master."</em></strong><br><br>I was unable to hide my surprise at her statements.&nbsp; I was almost hoping to have to train her in the manner of her speaking, but I could not deny the effect she had on me.&nbsp; On top of that, she had the loveliest voice, dripping with sensuality, and yet... oddly familiar.<br><br>She got on her knees and took off my shoes and socks, going so far as to inhale the scent of them.&nbsp; I had meant for her to smell my other clothing, but she took my commands in their most literal sense, and I found it all the more pleasing.<br><br><strong><em>"Master's shoes smell of fine Italian leather.&nbsp; Master has good taste in his clothing."</em></strong><br><br>I felt myself getting more aroused at the sound of her voice, and she was only getting started with taking my clothes off.&nbsp; I watched her as she stood up, as naked as I was going to be.&nbsp; Her nipples were erect and her cheeks turned red when her hands brushed up against my swelling manhood.&nbsp; I was tempted to bend her over and take her right there, but I wanted to see what else would come out of that pretty mouth of hers.<br><br><strong><em>"This cunt thinks that Master has a wonderfully muscled body.&nbsp; This cunt is a weak female compared to Master."</em></strong><br><br>The pauses between her statements were filled with the sound of her hands working my pants off my hips.&nbsp; She seemed lost in thought, perhaps thinking of what she would say next, or imagining what I would do to her.&nbsp; I was certain that she was thinking of me and me alone.<br><br><strong><em>"These are clean, Master, I will fold them and set them aside."</em></strong><br><br>Something about what she said seemed off to me.&nbsp; I thought upon it as she placed my pants on the cage.&nbsp; What an interesting place to put them, as opposed to on the bed which would have been practical, or in the closet which I ordered.&nbsp; I realized what it was that sounded out of place.&nbsp; <br><br>She referred to herself as "I."<br><br><strong><em>"Master is most generous to let this cunt undress him and touch his body.&nbsp; This cunt is lucky to have a master with such a large cock and handsome body."</em></strong><br><br>I stood still as she returned and continued to undress me.&nbsp; Although she seemed to be taking to the role naturally, she was also becoming more comfortable.<br><br>Instead of alternating between actions and words, she combined unbuttoning my shirt with speaking.<br><br>[/b][/i]"This cunt wants to worship her master's body.&nbsp; Crush this cunt underneath your strong embrace and fuck this slut's pussy.&nbsp; Spunk her and leave her dribbling your seed, master.&nbsp; This cunt's pussy is needy for your cock.&nbsp; Let this cunt kiss and suck and lick Master's body to give him pleasure.&nbsp; This cunt is only hands and holes for Master, please use this cunt's holes, Master.&nbsp; This cunt yearns to be fucked."[/i][/b]<br><br>At this point, it seemed only fair for her to examine my body in a manner similar to the way I appraised her not long ago at the slave salesfloor.&nbsp; Looking at me, feeling me, smelling me, praising me - she was driving me wild with desire.<br><br><strong><em>"Oh Master, your chest is broad and strong.&nbsp; This cunt is dripping with arousal at your body.&nbsp; Please let this cunt snuggle against your broad chest and stroke and worship your wonderful body.&nbsp; Master’s smell is so wonderful.&nbsp; This cunt loves the harsh scent of Master’s sweat on his shirt.&nbsp; See how this cunt’s nipples are hard and her cunt is dripping with dew.&nbsp; When Master takes his shower can this cunt wash Master off and rub her wet, soapy body against Master?"</em></strong><br><br>I did not respond, not yet at least, not verbally.&nbsp; I just smiled with approval.&nbsp; I was so delighted with my slave that I actually let the riding crop slide out of my hand and land on the floor.<br><br><strong><em>"Oh, Master, this underwear is ready to be changed but may this cunt keep it to smell and remind her of her master’s manly scent?"</em></strong><br><br><strong><em>"May this cunt pleasure her Master with her hands and mouth before he takes his shower?&nbsp; Then she can wash him off in the shower by using her body as a soapy wash cloth."</em></strong><br><br>Finally, I spoke.<br><br><strong>"You have done well, cunt.&nbsp; Your master is pleased with you... for the most part.&nbsp; You have a gift for slut-talk and your voice is sweet and melodic.&nbsp; You have earned your master's boxer briefs for when you sleep tonight.&nbsp; As for now..."</strong><br><br>I took away the underwear and tossed it over my shoulder to land in through the bars in the cage.<br><br><strong>"At one point, you referred to yourself as 'I.'&nbsp; For that, you will be punished.&nbsp; You will refer to yourself in the third person, just as you refer to your master in the third person.&nbsp; <br><br>You will pleasure your master, but not with your hands and mouth yet.&nbsp; Start with your nose and lips only.&nbsp; Keep your mouth closed the whole time, slut.&nbsp; Keep those knees apart so your master can see past your perky tits to that dripping cunt of yours.&nbsp; Keep those hands behind your back."</strong><br><br>I grabbed the hair on top of her head and I put my cock in her face.&nbsp; I ran the length up and down her lips and nose.&nbsp; My cock was on her forehead, the shaft on the bridge of her nose, my balls on her chin.&nbsp; <br><br>I moved my hips up and down, sliding my cock up and down her face.&nbsp; I traced her eyebrows and then her lips with my cockhead, from her left temple to her right temple, from one corner of her mouth to the other.&nbsp; I turned her face to the side and cockslapped each of her cheeks. <br><br>I released her hair.&nbsp; <strong>"Keep going, slut, sniff deeply, then cover my cock in kisses as you exhale.&nbsp; Use your hands, but no stroking."</strong><br><br>I looked down at her and watched her.&nbsp; After a time, I said, <strong>"Good cunt.&nbsp; Kiss one spot on my cock, then stick your tongue out and lick up the kiss.&nbsp; Then do it again somewhere else.&nbsp; You know the sight, smell and feeling of my cock - now memorize the taste."</strong><br><br>My cock somehow kept getting bigger and harder.&nbsp; After so much teasing, I was ready to fuck something.<br><br><strong>"Hands behind your back, slut.&nbsp; Open wide and take my cock in your mouth.&nbsp; Suck it.&nbsp; Swirl your tongue around it.&nbsp; Take it deep.&nbsp; Swallow it.&nbsp; I want to feel your throat close up around my cockhead.&nbsp; And stick your tongue out and lap at my balls.&nbsp; Show me how deep you can go.&nbsp; Show me how long you can take it deep.&nbsp; Show me what a good slut you are.&nbsp; Facefuck yourself on my cock."</strong><br><br>After letting her work my cock on her own, I helped her out by grabbing her hair and holding her head still as I thrust my dick deep down her throat.<br><br>As good as her mouth felt, I wanted to pound her pussy.&nbsp; I didn't feel like doing any more talking, so I just yanked my cock out of her mouth and dragged her on her knees by her hair to the bed.&nbsp; <br><br>I pulled her to her feet then pushed her back on the mattress, positioning her body so she was on her back and I was kneeling between her legs.&nbsp; I put one hand around her throat and the other at the base of my cock.&nbsp; I guided my cockhead up against her slit, then pushed into her dripping cunt in one hard, fast stroke.<br><br>She was tight, real tight.&nbsp; I'm sure it hurt her, but I didn't care.&nbsp; She made my dick ache and now I was going to return the favor.<br><br>I released her throat as I rammed in hard so I could hear her scream, then clamped my grip around her neck tight to cut off her air as I eased out of her.&nbsp; <br><br>I let her breathe in again before going balls deep inside her once more.&nbsp; I stared down at her while I used her, slapping her tits or smacking her cheeks or covering her mouth so she couldn't breathe.<br><br>My thrusts were hard and deep and relentless.&nbsp; My balls slapped loudly against her ass with each stroke.&nbsp; The closer I got to coming, the more intensely I fucked her.<br><br>I couldn't hold back anymore.&nbsp; I grabbed her wrists and held her down.&nbsp; I pushed my cockhead right up against the entrance to her womb and dumped the first load of my seed within her.&nbsp; <br><br>I pulled back and shoved back in and came in her again.&nbsp; I slid my dick out and finished off by ejaculating all over her stomach, tits and face.&nbsp; Rope after rope of sticky white goo blasted out of my cock and landed in strings on her body.<br><br>I shoved my dick back inside her and collapsed on top of her.&nbsp; I closed my eyes as I caught my breath, crushing her under my body while my cum glued us together.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millenium Slave Law [Fairmont Hotel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 11:01:26</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/PauletteAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">PAULETTE LISETTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong>Fairmont Monte Carlo<br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Dr. Okello Okanjo<br><br>The role became reality as I praised this man.&nbsp; It was said that one could speak the truth into action by words of power or something like that.&nbsp; I cursed my overactive imagination, the conditioning to please men trained into me at the Center and my own treacherous body.&nbsp; With every word, with every subservient act the Word became the Truth.&nbsp; I deserved to act like a slave, be treated like a slave and to submit like a slave did I not?&nbsp; My sins demanded it as the deep slave conditioning melded with my guilt to create a role, a persona that I coudl don like a robe, a penitent's hair shirt as I flogged away my transgressions.<br><br>I let my arousal grow, both from habit and training and the shear natural desire for this man, this dominant man who was my Master.&nbsp; I was surprised, shaken to feel that way, the way I'd not felt since that fateful night when Adrian died.&nbsp; His words of praise snapped me back and I took up the role of Cunt.<br><br>Master's cock was large and well formed.&nbsp; I'd been reamed with it in the ass and touched and looked at it before but this was the first time I'd been able to really look at it, to marvel at the length and thickness and smell the virile scent of a man.&nbsp; He had that musky scent that a man gets when he's been walking about all day, the scent that lingers around his balls and in the dark thatch of hair that framed the scepter of his dominance.&nbsp; He rubbed it on my face as he held my head pinned with a strong grip in my hair.&nbsp; As I spread my knees at his command I gloried in the arousal that trickled down my thighs.&nbsp; More than anything except maybe the remaining trickle of semen from my ass, I found the wet response of my sex to be humiliating and arousing at the same time.&nbsp; But in this role I gloried in it.<br><br>My Master owned my face as he traced it with his cock.&nbsp; I could feel the slick trail of his precum left on my skin burning like a fire.&nbsp; My eyes shifted up and I locked vision with Doctor... Master... My body was active, was eager and participating in his assault but my eyes were distant and lost in the role.&nbsp; Even playing the part of Cunt I was watching, learning and measuring.&nbsp; While I had not excelled in school subjects I had always been an intensive watcher, listener and adaptor.&nbsp; It was this that helped me succeed as a singer by letting me understand the mood of the crowd and gear my performance to suit the gestalt mood.&nbsp; Every move, every word, every tone, each scent and twitch of his cock was recorded and analyzed with an intensity that I had never before mustered.&nbsp; Doctor Okanjo <em>owned </em>me and I would learn everything about him just as I knew he would probe the uttermost limits of my body and psyche.<br><br>Breathing deeply I inhaled of his scent.&nbsp; The deep musk of his perspiration and sex mingling now with the sharper scent of his precum.&nbsp; Hands behind my back as he commanded I leaned forward and kissed him on the exhale.&nbsp; Realizing what he wanted I shifted my breath to tease and tickle even as I let my lips just brush against him.&nbsp; The shaft of his cock was blazing hot against my soft, puffy lips.&nbsp; I had resisted having my lips plumped or my tongue lengthened even though Adrian wanted it done and most of my friends were having the surgeries .&nbsp; It would ruin my singing voice I would coo as I liked and sucked my manager to another orgasm.&nbsp; Adrian would laugh and proceed to face fuck me, teasing me about my dick sucking lips.&nbsp; Stubborn and competitive I made the light breathing and teasing an art form when combined with my feathery kisses.<br><br>It was somewhere after he had me take his cock and kiss and lick it that the role slipped and I was no longer an observer but a whole hearted participant.&nbsp; There was a moment of fear as control slipped out of my hands and into my Master's hands, into his cock and balls, as I became his Cunt.&nbsp; I met his eyes, confirming his orders and turned my gaze to pleasing him while somewhere that corner of my mind watched and waited.&nbsp; Lick and kiss, lick and kiss, I teased him, laved his manhood and balls.&nbsp; I did learn his shape, his feel and his scent as the size of him made my pussy clench with need.<br><br>I took that member in my mouth and licked and sucked at it.&nbsp; My tongue swirled over the sensitive spot at the base of his shaft.&nbsp; I flicked my tongue over his tiny slit, tasting his leakage and teasing more from him.&nbsp; I was an expert and proud of my skills at fellatio.&nbsp; As I cradled Master's cock in the warm pillow of my tongue and mouth there was nothing but him.&nbsp; In this story the girl loved her man, loved to be dominated and to be allowed to pleasure him and that is what I did.&nbsp; Yet I did not take him deeply into my mouth.&nbsp; Perhaps that was a sign of reluctance and Independence as I certainly was capable of deep throating a penis as large as Master's.&nbsp; <br><br>When Master grabbed my head and forced his cock deep I choked and gagged for a moment and then gathered my composure.&nbsp; I let him face fuck me, my throat relaxing to take him in deeply, frantically licking as he controlled my mouth and throat.&nbsp; Finally on the last few strokes I ended up completely hilted with his cock buried in my throat even as my chin rested on his balls and my nose was embedded in his pubic hair at the base of the cock.<br><br>"Ahh!" I gasped as he pulled his cock free with a slurp and dragged me over to the bed.&nbsp; I stumbled, on my knees and rose onto the bed at his rough motions.&nbsp; On my back I spread my legs wide in welcome as I looked up at him in yearning and fear.&nbsp; My sex needed this, needed to be mounted ruthlessly and taken.&nbsp; I gasped, choking as his hand fastened on my throat and cut off my air supply.&nbsp; I squirmed and tried to buck free of his grip and the spell of the massive cock but it was too late; Master was between my legs with his cock laying at the entrance to my cunt like a bar of white hot iron.&nbsp; Fear filled my eyes entirely as I choked, my face turning red.<br><br>Then there was the moment a woman will remember all her life.&nbsp; He penetrated and claimed me for there was no other description possible of the ruthless thrust and split open my tight channel.&nbsp; The experts at the Center preferred virginal women and my cunt had been tightened to a tiny yet resiliant size.&nbsp; <br><br>Suddenly I had breath, I screamed and screamed in pain and the raw sensation of it.&nbsp; There was no preparation, no foreplay and no easy insertion.&nbsp; My screams and pleas were cut off as Master pulled out and gripped my throat.&nbsp; On and on it went as I was fucked, taken, mounted and finally bred in the most ruthless and effective fucking of my life. Halfway through I felt the pressure build suddenly as I orgasmed against my Master.&nbsp; &nbsp; Again and again I was shafted, hilted as my breast, face and ass were used.&nbsp; Finally he pinned my wrists and pressed his balls against my ass cheeks. I could feel his orbs clench as his cock throbbed inside of me and deilvered its warm payload.&nbsp; Helplessly I orgasmed again as he pulled out and marked me with his orgasm, with his ropes of semen on my belly, breasts and face.&nbsp; I let out a little sigh as he came back inside of me and throbbed for an interminable time as we lay together, his barely softening cock and wet semen inside and outside my body joining us.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millenium Slave Law [Fairmont Hotel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>drivebyte</strong> on <strong>05-08-2012, 21:49:27</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RemyAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">REMY BORDELON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Front desk of the lobby<br><strong>With:</strong> the Front desk slave<br><br>Remy walked into the Fairmont Hotel, excited to be surrounded by the wealth of Monaco for real - the hotel room he had been staying in after being rejected from the Fairmont at first was okay, but nothing special and even worse, it was on the outskirts of the city. He had been lucky enough to schmooze his way into the poker game last night to start making connections, but it was a close thing and he'd had to travel and wander the casino like a lost child at first. It just was unbecoming of a man, and especially of a man with his newfound wealth - and he demanded to be the kind of man that was wealthy and at ease with it because the world treated him the way they should. <br><br>And all of that, specifically the casino and the poker game, had lead him to the Fairmont and a quieter, more luxurious place to sleep next to the social center of Monaco. He had sat at the table with an Arab oil shiek and a few others and finally his first contact, Dr. Okello Okanjo. Remy, the new guy at the table, tried to be friendly and played poorly on purpose - not too awful but not well as he normally did. He'd spent the majority of his life with a deck of cards in his pocket and had paid for the majority of his bills with them. But when you were establishing yourself, you never wanted to make too many waves on the first night with no friends, you just wanted to be good enough to get invited back. So he had been friendly and easy to smile and lost more than he should have and bowed out at opportune times - like midway through the hand where the oil shiek thought he had everyone and after Remy had bled up the stakes higher and with Okanjo in the obvious chip lead, the oil shiek was backed in a corner and had seen Remy fold and thought Okanjo was bluffing and knew he had good cards so he bet his new Mercedes. <br><br>Remy had won a friend when Okanjo won the gold gullwing doors. He bought the table a few rounds and talked about fine whiskeys - they had all bought them before, Remy had just stolen a few bottles previously. But he was above that now, and he knew it when he got a call from the Fairmont this very morning informing him that their previously overbooked hotel just had a wonderful suite open up and if he was still interested in staying with the Hotel for his visit. He got a dinner for free for such an inconvenience after he'd already settled in elsewhere, but said he would be there shortly if they'd kindly send a car, which they did and it made him grin. <br><br>He walked up to the front desk, setting his black worn leather luggage down as he talked with the front desk slave, <strong>"Remy Bordelon, checking in, thank you." </strong><br><br>She smiled back at him, <strong>"Oh yes, Mr. Bordelon, you have room 506, it has quite the excellent view of the coast where the balcony looks out to. Will that suit you, sir?"</strong><br><br><strong>"Yes, that sounds excellent,"</strong> he replied.<br><br><strong>"Wonderful. Sir, if you would, please sign our guest register and I can ring up a bell-hop to assist you with your bags or if you prefer you can just the elevator and this key and settle in. Please make yourself at home and ring us at the front desk if you need anything,"</strong> she said, handing him the room key. <br><br><strong>"I'm quite tired from my travel, I'll just go up myself. Thank you,"</strong> he said. In truth, he would have been interested in a bell-hop and the slave uniform that the Fairmont would have kept the woman in, but more&nbsp; he just wanted to not bother with masking his excitement when he walked into the gold gilded elevator and into the apartment suite, which he knew would be bigger than his previous apartment in Paris and with an outstanding view and room fixtures that weren't leaking and from the last century. He didn't want to hold himself back from showing his excitement at living like an American rap star, instead of the poor Frenchman gambler and courier life he had lived previously. <br><br>And the room did not disappoint. It had it's own small kitchenette but more luxouriously appointed than his microwave had been previously, sitting and receiving room that lead out to the balcony and a large master room, again with a sliding door to the balcony and the ocean. He had a large tv in the center and a comfortable and richly decorated apartment. It was very classic modern looking, with contemporary takes on classic sensibility that just stank of money. Remy set his bag down and closed the door and walked about, inspecting his new lifestyle and then he went out to the balcony.<br><br>He clenched his fist and grinned, <strong>"I have arrived. Now to make this eternity."</strong> He had won, so far, and it was just about continuing.<br><br>He went back into the master suite and saw the office table and the small note there, <em>Mr. Bordelon, Dr. Okanjo has requested you call him at your convenience.</em> <strong>"Well, I suppose I had better ring my new friend then,"</strong> he said to himself and picked up the phone and dialed.<br><br>His personal cellphone rang, and Remy let it ring a few more times before it went to voicemail. Okello had talked about this lovely new slave he had acquired, and figured that he might be slightly preoccupied. <strong>"Okello, this is Remy; I've arrived at the Fairmont and I'm in 506. Give me a ring about tonight. Talk to you then, enjoy yourself."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millenium Slave Law [Fairmont Hotel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>06-08-2012, 01:23:05</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/OkelloAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Dr. Okello Okanjo</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Fairmont Monte Carlo<br><strong>With:</strong> His slave, Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon; his acquaintance, Remy Bordelon<br><br>Using my slave as a human body pillow on the bed, I took a short nap to recharge, then had her join me in the shower to clean up.&nbsp; I intended for the shower to be quick, but I ended up trying out some of the restraints I bought.&nbsp; With her standing in a spread eagle position, her wrists attached to hooks in the ceiling and her ankles connected to the floor, I took my time using the shower head and luffa on her, scrubbing her clean from head to toe, then concentrating on her nipples and cunt and ass, teasing her mercilessly.&nbsp; <br><br>I even used the enema attachment to rinse out her mouth, douche her cunt and clean out her asshole until she was farting semen-free, clear water out of her anus.<br><br>I freed her from her bondage and allowed her to use her body to soap mine up.&nbsp; I had her leave my cock and balls for last, and by the time she got to them, I was hard all over again.&nbsp; Her soapy hands, tits, inner thighs, and ass cheeks got me good as new and ready for more.&nbsp; After christening every corner of the bath with her, I finished her off taking her doggy style.&nbsp; After I fucked her cunt, I raped her ass, using the sole of my foot to push one side of her face down to the floor so the other side of her face was on the tile.&nbsp; The shower hitting her face and the water coating the tile made her sputter when she breathed, but she was getting enough oxygen for me to maintain the position.<br><br>No matter how much she begged, I denied the slut permission to cum.&nbsp; I wanted the bitch to hold off for as long as she could, then let the sensation take her, giving me a reason to stick her in the cage at the foot of my bed if I felt like it later.<br><br>It was about then that I heard my cell phone ring.&nbsp; I paid it no mind, instead ejaculating up her ass for the second time today.&nbsp; I left her there and grabbed my phone from the bedroom, then headed back to the bath to hose her down again and give her another enema while she worshiped my manhood with her mouth.<br><br><strong><em>"Okello, this is Remy; I've arrived at the Fairmont and I'm in 506. Give me a ring about tonight. Talk to you then, enjoy yourself."</em></strong><br><br><strong>"Up, cunt,"</strong> I said to her, clicking my phone closed with one hand and pulling her up by her hair with the other.&nbsp; I tossed a towel at her.&nbsp; <strong>"Pick out a suit for me to wear.&nbsp; And you better make me look as handsome as I am going you look like the filthy slut you are."</strong>&nbsp; I smacked her ass and pointed to the closet.<br><br>I already had her outfit picked out, but she wouldn't need it till later.&nbsp; For now, all she needed was a pair of high heels, handcuffs and makeup.<br><br>I let her dress me, reminding her to compliment me again on my prowess and appearance.&nbsp; Then I had her put on the heels and handcuffs with her wrists behind her back.<br><br>I took her for a walk in the hotel, then had her stand in front of room 506.&nbsp; I tugged her nipples until they were stiff and teased her cunt until her juices were dripping.<br><br><strong>"When he answers the door, say, 'Excuse me, sir, I'm a lost toy.&nbsp; Would you return me to my owner please?&nbsp; You can play with me if you want.&nbsp; <em>I love to be played with.</em>'"</strong><br><br>I didn't just knock on the door, I pounded it hard five times like I wanted to bust it in, then stepped aside.<br><br>After Remy answered the door and my slave delivered her line, I waited a moment to see Remy's reaction.&nbsp; Then I stood next to her, playfully admonishing her like a child.<br><br><strong>"Are you wandering off again?&nbsp; <em>Such a bad girl.</em>"</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>I turned to Remy as I took the leash.&nbsp; <strong>"I swear, I cannot take my eyes off this cunt for a second.&nbsp; How are you, Remy?&nbsp; I hope it is okay that I stopped by.&nbsp; Would you be so kind as to allow us into your room for a moment?"</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millenium Slave Law [Fairmont Hotel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>drivebyte</strong> on <strong>06-08-2012, 01:54:28</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RemyAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">REMY BORDELON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Fairmont Hotel, Room 506<br><strong>With:</strong> Dr. Okello Okanjo and his slave, Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon<br><br>Remy had put away his clothes and showered and shaved, and dressed himself in the best he had at the moment with a crisp white button down and blue blazer that had seen somewhat better days but was still serviceable under the right light and a pair of khakis. He was watching TV when he heard the knock at his door. He got up and went to answer it.<br><br>Before him stood a blonde woman, naked except for her heels, handcuffs and lipstick. She spoke to him and he grinned back, <strong>"I will indeed return you to your owner. No games as of yet, though, people get quite irate when you play with their toys. More importantly, where is that rogue Okello? I'd like to see if I could win a playdate with you over cards!"</strong><br><br>Dr. Okanjo stepped out from about the corner then and grinned, playfully admonishing his little slave. <strong>"Are you wandering off again?&nbsp; Such a bad girl. I swear, I cannot take my eyes off this cunt for a second.&nbsp; How are you, Remy?&nbsp; I hope it is okay that I stopped by.&nbsp; Would you be so kind as to allow us into your room for a moment?"</strong><br><br><strong>"Okello, of course, please come in. Can I get you anything to drink? I haven't gotten to the mini-bar just yet, but I'm sure there's something to make a drink out of,"</strong> he asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millenium Slave Law [Fairmont Hotel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>09-08-2012, 08:07:43</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/PauletteAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">PAULETTE LISETTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong>Fairmont Monte Carlo<br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Dr. Okello Okanjo and Remy Bordelon<br><br>I laid still as my Master ejaculated inside of me and then slumped against my body.&nbsp; I stared up at the white, finely plastered ceiling and wondered at my reaction to this man and his utter domination of my body.&nbsp; I knew that I would likely orgasm at some point while having sex as a slave as the intense sessions of conditioning with and without Venus all but ensured that I would react to a master or mistress, but multiple orgasms and ones of such depth shook me to the core.&nbsp; With Adrian and earlier, teenaged lovers I had always experience intense, very personal orgasms but those had been ones of my own choice.&nbsp; These had been equally powerful and I wondered if they were flukes or if I was reacting in some deep way to his strong man.&nbsp; My legs stayed curled around him as he relaxed on top of me.&nbsp; He was a virile man for sure based on his needs and volume of his climax given the steady trickle of semen from my still spasming pussy. <br><br>He softened only slightly inside of me and I couldn't help but let out a soft sigh as his breathing slowed.&nbsp; The aftermath of sex had always been very important to me as my lover relaxed on top of me.&nbsp; The pleasure always lingered for me as my emotions whirled and my mind raced.&nbsp; My body and mind slipped into natural pathways as my Master's weight settled against me in a deeply reassuring way.&nbsp; I knew he was satisfied with me and on a deep, instinctive level I was happy that the submission of my body had placated his overwhelming needs at least for now.&nbsp; The wet, sticky feel of his semen marking my stomach, face and tits served to mark me and in a way bond us together just as his still partially erect penis lodged in my cunt served to remind me of his ownership of my body.&nbsp; When I felt him go to sleep and relax his hold on my wrists I sighed again.&nbsp; The peacefulness of the position and the afterglow of my orgasms worked a deep magic on my mind and without meaning to my arms came up and wrapped lightly around the body of the man who had taken me so decisively.<br><br>How long we laid there I don't know.&nbsp; My sweaty, sticky body pillowed his, my soft breasts squeezed by his weight as his semen cooled against my skin and trickled out of my channel and down between my ass cheeks.&nbsp; My mind did not slow down as we laid there, my hand gently stroking his hair as I pondered my fate.&nbsp; At least soon I would be able to regain my freedom and return to my free life.&nbsp; I jerked and started as he stirred against me, my hands flying guiltily from around his neck.&nbsp; I gasped a bit as his still moderately hard penis slipped out of my cunt and a flood of our mixed juices drenched my thighs and ass.<br><br>I followed him into the shower and shuddered as he clamped me to the restraints in the shower.&nbsp; I’d seen such restraints in the nicer hotels that I’d stayed in on the road but never truly realized what they were for until Dr. Okanjo spread me wide in the middle of the large shower stall.&nbsp; At first I tried to focus on the wall in front of me, the engraved crest of the hotel set in the tile work served as an anchor as I tried to divorce my mind from the hands, the rough feel of the luffa and the vibrating impact of the shower head.&nbsp; Master was dangerously skilled in his use of the implements and I was soon clean of sweat and dried semen but that was not the impact that caused me a problem.&nbsp; My body was still tingling from the aftereffects of my earlier fucking and when he started to work on my body directly I couldn’t contain my reaction.&nbsp; He played me like a fine instrument as he teased my nipples until they were crinkled and painfully erect.&nbsp; The lips of my cunt swelled again until I was reddened and puffy with arousal.&nbsp; At the touch of the water and luffa on my ass I jerked again unconsciously at the touch to my anus.&nbsp; As Master’s caresses continued I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip to vainly prevent the little gasps and moans that his stimulus elicited.<br><br>The penetration of my cunt with the douche caught me off guard as he administered it from behind me by surprise.&nbsp; I clenched on it at first before relaxing and letting him wash me clean.&nbsp; The feel of the warm water rushing against my cervix made me grunt and squirm.&nbsp; My eyes closed again and I let out only a little cry as he drenched my bowels with the warm water.&nbsp; At first I tried to clench my ass to prevent the douche from entering me and then tightened my sphincter to keep the warm water inside.&nbsp; It was with deep embarrassment and shame that I finally let go farting semen and water out of my ass.&nbsp; Eventually I felt a warm, pleasurable feeling with the water in my ass that sent shivers of fear through my body knowing that he was taming and modifying my behavior.<br><br>Freed from bondage I took the soap in my hands and covered myself with the fine soap.&nbsp; I knew he enjoyed my body and this was the kind of sex play that Adrian and I had often indulged in back in the good days.&nbsp; <strong>“Mmmmmm…”</strong> I purred, getting into the role that Dr. Okanjo wanted.&nbsp; I had seen how wild my slut talk made him and out of self preservation let myself slip into the role of a slave-slut. <strong>“Master has such a wonderfully hard body.&nbsp; This worthless cunt slave is grateful for the opportunity to clean master.”</strong>&nbsp; I rubbed my breasts over his chest, the harsh feel of his chest hair unexpectedly stimulating my nipples and breasts causing a little gasp. <strong> “Ohhh…”</strong> I soaped myself between my legs, frigging my clit and making sure he saw what I was doing; <strong>“Master, let this slave rub every inch of you clean.” </strong> I started on my tip toes and rubbed my thighs and crotch over his thigh, down over his knee and then knelt so I could rub his calves with my thighs while I squeezed my soapy tits over his thighs.&nbsp; Moving over to the other leg I met his gaze with a sultry expression; <strong>“This cunt is highly aroused by soaping and cleaning master.&nbsp; This cunt burns for her master’s virile body.”</strong><br><br>Moving behind him I rubbed my entire soft body, breasts, stomach and thighs against the back of his body while my arms wrapped around Master’s body to rub his chest and stomach, my hands moving teasingly down his stomach to soap his pubic hair. <strong> “Master’s pubic hair is so thick and manly against this cunt’s soft, bare body.” </strong> I knelt behind him and shivered at what I had to do.&nbsp; Soaping my face I spread his cheeks and rubbed my nose and cheeks between his ass to clean his crack.&nbsp; Fortunately he could not see my expression as a I shuddered at the degradation.&nbsp; Rubbing my tits on his butt cheeks I shuddered but in pleasure as I got off on the stimulus to my nipples.&nbsp; My voice deepened with the surge of pleasure;<strong> “This cunt is so soft and weak compared to Master.&nbsp; This slave is putty in your hands.&nbsp; This slaves cunt is weeping with desire for master.”</strong>&nbsp; Stepping around I finished off by rubbing each of his arms clean by sandwiching them between my soapy breasts.&nbsp; I was quite proud of my performance and I smiled to myself as I saw how hard his cock became while I teased around it.&nbsp; This was my revenge for the earlier merciless teasing.&nbsp; Kneeling, deep, perhaps too deep in my role I cupped the instrument of my domination between my breasts and rubbed it clean. <strong> “Master’s cock is so large it hurts this cunt.&nbsp; This cunt is stuffed by master’s cock.&nbsp; She hungers to be fucked by master and take his seed in her cunt.”</strong><br><br>I gasped as he pushed me down and prepared to enter me.&nbsp; Once again I had slipped totally into the role I was playing and my body and mind were aroused to a fever pitch by the earlier teasing and then the cleaning of Dr. Okanjo.&nbsp; Still, I knew he was going to use me hard and my only hope to not be tortured was to continue to please him.&nbsp; I looked back over my shoulders, my face slipping naturally into a look of lust and helplessness. <strong> “Ohhh, master is so hard and large.&nbsp; Fuck this worthless slave’s cunt hard, fuck her.” </strong> His driving fucking rapidly took me to the edge of an orgasm.&nbsp; I had been teased, aroused, used to the point where I was ready and yearning for the cock even before he took me.&nbsp; I shifted back, spread my legs and clenched down on him as he entered me.&nbsp; It wasn’t long before my moans were completely real.&nbsp; As I reached the edge I begged him to cum.&nbsp; <strong>“Oh please, please master let this cunt orgasm around master’s cock.”</strong>&nbsp; He slapped my ass and told me to<strong> ‘hold my worthless orgasm until he told me I could’</strong>.&nbsp; I rapidly came closer and closer to an orgasm.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>“Eeeeeeee, oooooohhhh, eeeeee…”</strong>&nbsp; I&nbsp; was soon whining with the effort of holding my orgasm.&nbsp; Finally he came into me, slapping my ass.&nbsp; I bit my hand to keep from coming as he flooded my cunt with a blast of his seed.&nbsp; I sobbed, begging; <strong>“Master, master… please, please let this cunt cum.”</strong> My sobbing was real at this point as our joint efforts in the shower had fucked my mind as thoroughly as he was fucking my body. <strong> “Maaaaster… oh please… gods please, please let me come!”</strong>&nbsp; In my need I was unaware that I slipped in my speech.<br><br>After he came in my pussy Master pulled out and then immediately shoved his cock brutally into my ass.&nbsp; <strong>“Aaaaarrggh!”</strong> I cried out from the pain and penetrating fullness of the cock in my bowels.&nbsp; He was still wet and slick from my pussy juices and his cum and the entry was relentless.&nbsp; I gasped and looked back up at Master pleadingly as he fucked my ass and pressed me down into the water with his foot.&nbsp; I wept and sputtered as my body shook with the force of his rhythm.&nbsp; I could barely catch my breath and he varied his movements to keep me off balance.&nbsp; Suddenly the pain, the motion, the fullness in my bowels and the shortness of breath caught up with my earlier arousal and I stiffened and orgasmed around his cock.&nbsp; A few seconds later he spurted another load of hot seed into my bowels for the second time that day.&nbsp; Gasping, sputtering and blowing bubbles I shook with a second, smaller orgasm at the warm flood in my ass.&nbsp; <br><br>As the phone rang I shuddered around his cock.&nbsp; Finally when he pulled out I let out a sob and relaxed into the floor of the shower, semen oozing from both of my holes.&nbsp; He kicked me up to my knees and then to my feet as he flushed me clean of his semen.&nbsp; I was secretly pleased to be cleaned out as it was humiliating to be dripping his seed from my pussy and ass yet I could not let him know that.&nbsp; <strong>“Master, thank you for fucking this slave and filling her with your seed.&nbsp; Master is so strong and master’s cock is so large that it makes this slave wince with the size.”</strong>&nbsp; I knelt again and sucked and licked his cock while he talked and my hands fondled his balls.&nbsp; I tried to listen to him talk, wondering who this friend Remy was and what he was going to do with him.<br><br>I winced and let slip a little whine as he jerked me to my feet.&nbsp; I stood quickly to please him and gazed at him with a mix of fear and curiosity.&nbsp; I grabbed the towel and dried him off quickly.&nbsp; <strong>“Yes master, this cunt will do all in her worthless power to make her master look even more handsome than he already is.”</strong>&nbsp; I scurried off to the closet and searched through the clothing there.&nbsp; All the suits were fine Italian and French custom tailored brands and my estimation of Dr. Okanjo’s wealth went way, way up.&nbsp; There were half dozen suits each worth four or five thousand Euros each.&nbsp; Looking back at him I chose a fine light gray suit with fine silk shift and subtly tasteful tie..<br>I nodded to him as I brought out the suit. <strong> “Master is a tasteful dresser.&nbsp; This cunt has never seen such a wonderful selection of fine suits.&nbsp; Your slave is not worthy to even handle such fine clothing or dress her master in such things.”</strong> I dressed him in silk underwear, a fine Egyptian cotton undershirt, the silk dress shirt and then the suit pants.&nbsp; “Master is so well cut.&nbsp; Master must work out all the time to have such a strong, well shaped and handsome body.&nbsp; This slave is unworthy to touch and be fucked by master.”<br><br>Finishing up with the tie and jacket I applied very subtle make-up and lip gloss.&nbsp; Unable to resist I smoothed down his lapels and then stroked his tie as I carefully avoided his eyes.&nbsp; Then following his commands I slipped on my high heels and teetered in front of him as he cuffed my hands behind my back. Walking through the hotel I squared my shoulders and threw back my head.&nbsp; My own stubborn pride and unwillingness to be broken led me to straighten my back and throw out my chest knowing that I looked good and I would show the world that I was not some stupid fuck-cunt.&nbsp; Walking like a princess I let him lead me to room 506.&nbsp; At that point my poise deserted me as he tugged and played with my nipples until I was gasping like a whore.&nbsp; My traitorous, conditioned body was soon weeping shameful evidence of my helpless arousal in shiny snail trails down my soft thighs.&nbsp; <br><br>Looking at him, wondering what the hell game he was playing and what new torment he was preparing for me I nodded.&nbsp; <strong>“Yes master, this cunt will speak as you have commanded her.”&nbsp; </strong>&nbsp; I averted my eyes and delivered my lines as the door was opened by a well dressed man.&nbsp; <strong>“Excuse me, sir, I'm a lost toy.&nbsp; Would you return me to my owner please?&nbsp; You can play with me if you want.&nbsp; I love to be played with.”&nbsp; </strong><br><br>He replied to me; <strong>"I will indeed return you to your owner. No games as of yet, though, people get quite irate when you play with their toys. More importantly, where is that rogue Okello? I'd like to see if I could win a playdate with you over cards!" </strong><br><br>I replied to him;<strong> “This cunt thanks such a good master as yourself for offering to return a worthless slave to her master.”&nbsp; </strong><br><br>Dr. Okanjo stepped out from about the corner then and grinned, playfully admonishing his little slave.<strong> "Are you wandering off again?&nbsp; Such a bad girl. I swear, I cannot take my eyes off this cunt for a second.&nbsp; How are you, Remy?&nbsp; I hope it is okay that I stopped by.&nbsp; Would you be so kind as to allow us into your room for a moment?"</strong><br><br>This new man, Remy answered as I stood in the doorway dripping my arousal, my nipples still painfully hard with my face reddened in shame. He spoke; <strong> "Okello, of course, please come in. Can I get you anything to drink? I haven't gotten to the mini-bar just yet, but I'm sure there's something to make a drink out of.”</strong>&nbsp; As the two men spoke I stood silently, my heart beating with a mixture of fear and curiosity, my head held down but my eyes carefully watching each man under the cover of my hair.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millenium Slave Law [Fairmont Hotel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>11-08-2012, 17:42:52</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/OkelloAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Dr. Okello Okanjo</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Fairmont Monte Carlo<br><strong>With:</strong> His slave, Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon; his acquaintance, Remy Bordelon<br><br>I listened to their conversation from just outside Remy's door.&nbsp; My slave did just as she was told.<br><br><strong><em>"Excuse me, sir, I'm a lost toy.&nbsp; Would you return me to my owner please?&nbsp; You can play with me if you want.&nbsp; I love to be played with."</em></strong><br><br>I could almost hear Remy's grin in his response.<br><br><strong><em>"I will indeed return you to your owner. No games as of yet, though, people get quite irate when you play with their toys. More importantly, where is that rogue Okello? I'd like to see if I could win a playdate with you over cards!"</em></strong><br><br>My slave kept up the slut-talk she has such a talent for.<br><br><strong><em>"This cunt thanks such a good master as yourself for offering to return a worthless slave to her master."</em></strong><br><br>That was my cue.<br><br><strong><em>"Are you wandering off again?&nbsp; Such a bad girl. I swear, I cannot take my eyes off this cunt for a second.&nbsp; How are you, Remy?&nbsp; I hope it is okay that I stopped by.&nbsp; Would you be so kind as to allow us into your room for a moment?"</em></strong><br><br>Remy was most hospitable.<br><br><strong><em>"Okello, of course, please come in. Can I get you anything to drink? I haven't gotten to the mini-bar just yet, but I'm sure there's something to make a drink out of."</em></strong><br><br>I entered his room, my slave on her leash behind me.&nbsp; <strong>"I'll have a scotch, <em>s'il vous plaît</em>."</strong><br><br>I almost pointed to the floor for the cunt to get on her knees, but I had another idea.&nbsp; I took the drink from Remy.<br><br><strong>"<em>Merci.</em>&nbsp; Although I think it would take a few more of these,"</strong> I held up the glass, <strong>"before I put my slave in the pot of a poker hand, and a few more after <em>those</em> to actually <em>lose</em> to the likes of you!"</strong><br><br>I smiled at the good-natured taunt, raising my glass up to his in a toast.&nbsp; This was the first conversation all day I had with another man that didn't involve business.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"This is a nice room with a nice view, Remy.&nbsp; However, it is missing... something.&nbsp; Something... like <em>this</em>."</strong><br><br>I moved my slave to between Remy and me, so she was facing him and had her back to me.&nbsp; After putting the glass down, I grabbed arms and pulled her toward me, her back against my chest, her cuffed hands against my pants.<br><br><strong>"She is lovely, isn't she?"</strong> I asked as I sniffed the side of her head.&nbsp; <strong>"I just bought her earlier today.&nbsp; Not only is she a beautiful specimen, she is quite an obedient set of fuckholes.&nbsp; I've been using her all afternoon.&nbsp; I took her for a walk in the park where I used her mouth and ass.&nbsp; We went to the cafe where I ate in between feeding her.&nbsp; And finally we went back to the hotel to use her cunt for the first time.&nbsp; After cleaning her up, we stopped by."</strong><br><br>I reached around and cupped her tits from behind.<br><br><strong>"Her tits are just the right size and shape, and her nipples swell up like pink pebbles.&nbsp; Perfect for clamping tight, heavy objects to.&nbsp; Go on, Remy, give these tits a squeeze, and those nipples a pinch and tug and twist."</strong><br><br>I gave him a chance to appraise my slave hands on, then took her by the handcuffs behind her back and lifted them up so her arms went to the ceiling and she bent over at the waist.&nbsp; I turned her around so her ass faced Remy.<br><br><strong>"I enjoy the shape of her ass as well.&nbsp; It feels good to stroke, squeeze and smack, and her rump provides plenty of cushion for some vigorous fucking, whether in her cunt or up her asshole.&nbsp; Feel free to give her a slap, Remy."</strong><br><br>I even spread her asscheeks to give him a view of her puckered ring and puffy sliy.&nbsp; I then took her leash and hooked the length of it under my foot.&nbsp; I pulled my end of the leash up so her collar pulled her head to the carpet.&nbsp; <br><br>After talking about her like she wasn't there in front of her, I addressed her for the first time in the room, only to give her commands.<br><br><strong>"On your back, slave, and spread those long, smooth legs.&nbsp; Lift those hips and show my friend that cunt that I bought and paid for.&nbsp; Hold still for a moment, then move your hips up and down and around in circles, like you would work my cock if I gave the reward of having me inside you."</strong><br><br>I watched her do the little dance for me as I picked up my drink and sipped it.&nbsp; With my eyes focused between her legs, I spoke to Remy like a fellow audience member.<br><br><strong>"Her cunt is one of my favorite parts.&nbsp; Always tight, very responsive, and constantly soaking wet.&nbsp; The slut is always ready for cock, and if I don't remember to place a napkin or towel under her she will leave a wet spot."</strong><br><br>I gave Remy a chance to take a look between her legs.<br><br><strong>"So, I hope I have persuaded you to seriously consider picking up a cunt of your own.&nbsp; I bought this one at the Emperium.&nbsp; Ask for Ryuuji Adam - he took care of me and he can take care of you too.&nbsp; Feel free to drop my name."</strong><br><br><strong>"Also, I was invited to a party tonight, and I am free to invite other guests.&nbsp; You should come."</strong><br><br>I gave Remy the details of how to get to the dock near the ship and how to get on the ship itself.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millenium Slave Law [Fairmont Hotel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>drivebyte</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 01:47:35</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RemyAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">REMY BORDELON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Fairmont Hotel, Room 506<br><strong>With:</strong> Dr. Okello Okanjo and his slave, Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon<br><br>Okello entered Remy's room, his slave on a leash behind him.&nbsp; <strong>"I'll have a scotch, s'il vous plaît."</strong> <br><br>Remy walked back into his apartment and the kitchenette and grabbed two rocks glasses and a bottle of scotch that he had just opened and poured two neat. <strong>"Here you are, mon ami. Vive,"</strong> he said and sipped from his glass.<br><br><strong>"Merci.&nbsp; Although I think it would take a few more of these,"</strong> Okello held up the glass, <strong>"before I put my slave in the pot of a poker hand, and a few more after those to actually lose to the likes of you!"</strong> He smiled at Remy and raised his glass up to his in a toast.&nbsp; <strong>"This is a nice room with a nice view, Remy.&nbsp; However, it is missing... something.&nbsp; Something... like this."</strong><br><br>Okello groped and presented his slave to Remy, showing off his new toy and plaything; she was his brand new distraction and he was very much pleased with his distraction. Remy was fascinated. He knew and saw women treated this way before but it had not been so long ago that things hadn't been different and not so long ago that Remy had never thought about outright purchasing a woman merely as a toy. With his newfound wealth, however, he had already warmed to the idea and was set to enjoy a plaything just as Okello described his own.<br><br>He grinned as they admired the slave, her perfectly formed breasts and ass and cunt on display. <strong>"I certainly hope you didn't get the last of the quality at Mr. Adam's shop, Okello! Anyways, so about this party, I would be glad to come. When is it?"</strong><br><br>Remy grabbed at her pale tits and flicked a nipple with his fingernail before rolling it between his finger tips, pulling on it and squeezing it. He reached out and slapped&nbsp; her other tit and grinned down at the slut in his hands. She turned around and spread her cheeks and he slapped one of them hard, admiring the red hand print that was left but fading from her pale skin. <strong>"And her ass, how tight is it?"</strong> he asked and pressed a finger into her rosebud. <br><br>She laid on her back and started to throw her hips about and move them and as Okello talked about the pleasures of her cunt, he pressed a single finger just between her cunt lips and let her gyrating hips work over his fingertip as she teased herself at her Master's command on his finger. <br><br>He removed his finger and wiped the wetness on the inside of her thigh and laughed, <strong>"You are right Okello, my room is missing the most essential piece of furniture. It's not a true home until I get myself a bitch to complete the feeling of the apartment. And I can see why you would be reluctant to bet this one so easy - she is a specimen of rare beauty. You have impeccable taste. Ryuuji Adam, you say? I'll get the Emporium's number from the front desk and be certain to see him soon."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millenium Slave Law [Fairmont Hotel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>13-08-2012, 04:30:14</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/PauletteAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">PAULETTE LISETTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong>Fairmont Monte Carlo<br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Dr. Okello Okanjo and Remy Bordelon<br><br>I followed Dr. Okanjo into the hotel room meekly as he lead me on the dog leash.&nbsp; I was further humiliated by the treatment but it was what I deserved, was it not?&nbsp; I was more concerned with my rebellious body and the arousal that was leaking down my legs to my knees by now.&nbsp; Those bastards at the Center had done a number on me to enhance my wetness to such a tremendous amount.&nbsp; I listened fearfully as the two men spoke and poured drinks, I wondered what Dr. Okanjo had in mind for me and I was not left in the dark for long.<br><br>As usual he displayed and used me like a mindless thing.&nbsp; At his direction I stepped in front of this Bordelon fellow and thrust out my breasts.&nbsp; I winced a bit as Doctor Okanjo pulled my cuffed hands sharply behind me and squirmed a bit as my hands came to rest on his growing erection.&nbsp; I tried to jerk a bit away from it as the memory of that shaft inside of me just a handful of minutes ago peaked my arousal.&nbsp; I was a stranger in my body now and my body wanted my Master's cock.&nbsp; To my body he was Master and he controlled how and when I was satisfied.&nbsp; He fondled my body and then cupped my breasts, offering them to the other man.<br><br>At Remy's touch to my breasts I inhaled sharply at the sensation of his fingers on the soft flesh, the twist of the nipple and the slap of his hand on the fat orb.&nbsp; I could not help but meet his eyes for a second, my own gaze filled with fear, a deep fear of the arousal that was the monster lurking in my eyes. I was a doll, a toy as Dr. Okanjo jerked my around, yanked my arms cruelly above my shoulders and brought me bent over and displayed to Remy.&nbsp; I cringed as my asshole was spread.&nbsp; My rosebud was still reddened from the recent multiple uses and my cunt lips were swollen and wet, the dew was trailing all the way down my legs to leave a stain on the carpet.&nbsp; Helpless I was bent over further as Master worked my leash until my head was almost touching the ground.<br><br>Remy's fingers on my anus and the slap on my ass brought another squeak from me.&nbsp; The shock and submissive eroticism of the exposed position tickled deep conditioning in my mind and body.&nbsp; My pussy lips flowered further and my little cunt hole clenched and winked as I spasmed in arousal.&nbsp; I gazed at Master with relief as he ordered me on my back.&nbsp; Shifting around I laid on my back, spread my legs gratefully and tilted my pelvis to expose my sex.&nbsp; Shifting and arching I began a lewd dance with my pelvis.&nbsp; KNowing that I had to please both men I remembered how I'd humped back at Dr. Okanjo in the bed.&nbsp; Closing my eyes I dropped into that mode and began to work back against my imaginary master.&nbsp; My hands clenched in fists as I concentrated.&nbsp; Remy's unexpected touch to my slit made me jerk and gasp.&nbsp; My eyes opened and my blue eyes met his, my gaze confused and aroused as my hips chased his fingers for relief.<br><br>As the two men talked I closed my eyes again and settled into my imaginary fucking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millenium Slave Law [Fairmont Hotel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>15-08-2012, 00:43:07</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/OkelloAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Dr. Okello Okanjo</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Fairmont Monte Carlo<br><strong>With:</strong> His slave, Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon; his acquaintance, Remy Bordelon<br><br>Remy and I continued talking about him buying slaves from the Emperium, getting to the party tonight and other topics as they came up.<br><br>As we talked and drank, my slave continued humping the air.&nbsp; Her hands were still cuffed behind her, and with her legs spread and hips moving up and down, only the back of her head, her shoulders, her arms and her feet still in high heels were touching the carpet.<br><br>I either stood side by side with Remy, enjoying the show, or turned to face him, ignoring her efforts.&nbsp; I wondered which was more humiliating to her - when we ogled her as she "performed" for us or when we ignored her while she did as she was told.&nbsp; <br><br>I still had the end of her leash in my hand, which was going from her collar, between her tits, along her flat stomach and over her juicy cunt.<br><br>When I sensed her slacking off, I flicked my wrist so the leather smacked wetly over her clit and slit.<br><br>Eventually, I said to her, <strong>"Roll over and get on your knees, cunt."</strong>&nbsp; As she straightened her legs, brought them together, and rolled off her back and arms onto her stomach and tits, I made sure the leash stayed between her inner thighs and up her asscrack.<br><br>I held her bound wrists and pulled on them so she was able to go from prone to kneeling.&nbsp; I oriented her body so she laid the side of her face in the wet spot she made on the carpet.<br><br>I flicked my wrist to whip her cunt with the leash.&nbsp; <strong>"Back to humping, slut."</strong><br><br>I slapped her with the leash again, then turned to Remy.&nbsp; <strong>"It is all in the wrist, my friend.&nbsp; Here, you try."</strong>&nbsp; I handed him the leash, giving him a chance to wack her cunt with it as well.&nbsp; <strong>"Look at her.&nbsp; Such a bitch in constant heat."</strong><br><br>After making sure he had the technique down if he wanted to try it, I decided it was time to go.<br><br><strong>"So for this party on the yacht...&nbsp; All you have to do is get to the dock.&nbsp; I was planning on taking a taxi, or perhaps even one of those carriages pulled by ponygirls.&nbsp; <br><br>"You are, of course, welcome to join me, and if you get a slave of your own by then, she can come, too.&nbsp; Speedboats will take us to the yacht.&nbsp; Thank you for the drinks, and I will see you later."</strong><br><br>I tugged on the leash and brought the slave to her knees.&nbsp; We stopped by my room to dress her up in the slutty outfit I picked out for her.&nbsp; I arranged for a ponygirl carriage ride, which we took to the dock.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millenium Slave Law [Fairmont Hotel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>drivebyte</strong> on <strong>16-08-2012, 03:17:44</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RemyAvatar01.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">REMY BORDELON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Fairmont Hotel, Room 506<br><strong>With:</strong> Dr. Okello Okanjo and his slave, Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon<br><br>Okello slapped her with the leash again, then turned to Remy.&nbsp; <strong>"It is all in the wrist, my friend.&nbsp; Here, you try."</strong>&nbsp; He handed Remy the leash, <strong>"Look at her.&nbsp; Such a bitch in constant heat."</strong><br><br>Remy grinned and took the leash in his hand, pulling it up tight to split the slave's cunt lips. He held it down below the hand part of the leash and flicked her on her rounded ass with the leading edge of it, a quick flick of the wrist and it slapped down on her ass and let it drag from her skin. Then he took it and reversed the direction and slapped the thick portion of the wide leather strap just inside her legs, hitting her on the cunt lips and then he handed the leash back to Okello.<br><br><strong>"Thank you, my friend. You are very right, I will be getting one of these as soon as possible,"</strong> Remy said, <strong>"I will see you at the dock or on the yacht itself. Hopefully with a new toy of my own."</strong><br><br>He let them out of the door and looked in the mirror and decided he would try to stop by the Emporium, either today or by the end of this week.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millenium Slave Law [Fairmont Hotel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>21-08-2012, 00:12:17</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/PauletteAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">PAULETTE LISETTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong>Fairmont Monte Carlo<br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Dr. Okello Okanjo and Remy Bordelon<br><br>I worked the imaginary fucking, the position humiliating as if I was some cheap whore in a little glass cubicle like they had on the streets in Amsterdam.&nbsp; Rene had taken me to the Red Light district there once just to tease me I think although I think the sights excited him more than me as he had fucked me that night harder than I'd ever taken from him.&nbsp; The little flicks of the leash on my sex when I tired were even more humiliating as Dr. Okanjo treated me like a little trained bitch rather than the woman, the slave woman that I really was.&nbsp; It was ok though as all that would change in a month or so when I reclaimed my freedom from him.<br><br>I was not to be granted relief for he had me roll over on my face and then pulled me to my knees.&nbsp; It took only a few painful lashes of the now wet leather leash on my sex to speed me along as I obeyed Dr. Okanjo's every order.&nbsp; I was soon kneeling with my face pressed against the carpet soaked by my own copious juices.&nbsp; The smell and damp feel were a reminder of just how eager and open my body was to whatever use this man chose to put it to.&nbsp; I cried out and glared momentarily at Dr. Okanjo from the cover of my long hair as he whacked my cunt with the lash.&nbsp; My legs were already spread wide, exposing my swollen and wet lips, for I knew what he would want of me already.<br><br>I shivered as I thought that he was already training me to anticipate his needs but the pain on my sex set my body in motion.&nbsp; I moved my hips back and rotated my ass and pelvis to hump back against an imaginary cock in my cunt.&nbsp; At the memory of the last time I had been taken on hands and knees I clenched my ass tightly and prayed that neither man would choose to take me there.&nbsp; &nbsp;I cried out again as Remy rubbed and flicked the leash against me before sighing slightly and slipping back into my play acting.<br><br>I followed him when he yanked me to my feet and followed him meekly back to the room.&nbsp; I was too cowed by the humiliation in the room to walk proudly and the dressing in the outfit only further humiliated me.&nbsp; I followed him quietly to the docks, my pride slowly returning as I decided that I might as well put on a brave front.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millenium Slave Law [Fairmont Hotel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>21-08-2012, 04:04:33</strong>
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				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/Saria_Mithril/Roleplay/Millenium%20Slave%20Law/Kumiko/avatar-0.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">KUMIKO SAKAMOTO</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong>Fairmont Monte Carlo, Darius' suite<br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Darius Fair<br><br>I was so lonely without my master Darius.&nbsp; He had rescued me from the darkness of despair and death a short year ago like the hero in all of the great tales of literature.&nbsp; All that I had now was because of him and focused on him.&nbsp; My life itself had been a fairy tale.&nbsp; First my mother had died and then my father had banished me to a life raised by nannies and au pairs.&nbsp; School had been a wonderful time as I excelled in every activity that I could imagine; athletics, writing, art, acting, singing dancing.&nbsp; I had discovered the joys of role playing, comics, great literature and movies.&nbsp; Even my father was happy with my active lifestyle and not only approved of what I did but in the most joyous part of my life up to that point encouraged me to expand my circle of hobbies and skills.&nbsp; Slave training had been a wonderful experience as I found a natural love for serving a master, of seeking and gaining his approval through service that was physical, emotional and spiritual.&nbsp; I threw myself into my training for I knew deep, deep in my heart that my destiny was to be that Princess for some handsome master.<br><br>Master had been terrible as I was punished for my shortcomings.&nbsp; Stories always have bad sections in the middle before redemption is gained, before the Deathstar explodes or the Ring is cast into Mt. Doom.&nbsp; For me it was a crucible as I learned just what was between me and Death.&nbsp; The Princess was stripped of all that she had and was in preparation for something greater.&nbsp; I know that my destiny was to be with Master Darius.&nbsp; I forgive my previous master for all that he did to me for without him I would never have come to Darius, never would have experienced his care, his concern, his love, never would have known the ephiphany that came from realizing that I loved him and he loved me.<br><br>He could be a cruel master but there was kindness in his cruelty, love in his discipline.&nbsp; I spent the days while he was away in reading, exercise and crafts.&nbsp; I baked, worked with pottery, painted, ran, swam and sewed.&nbsp; Master liked to watch me and I made sure to put on a show for him.&nbsp; He tormented me by not letting me come or let anything penetrate my ass or cunt but everything else was fair game.&nbsp; I fucked every bit of furniture in our rooms and marked it so he would feel me in our hideaway.&nbsp; We spoke late at night and I masturbated for him, I sucked the cocks that looked so much like him and let him see me in every position.<br><br>Darius is so wise, so loving and so strong.&nbsp; When he arrived back from his trip and I was waiting nude for him our love was so much stronger than before.&nbsp; I was a better, more submissive, more respectful slave and I knew that we both had grown in our relationship and love.&nbsp; I would never be a perfect slave; I would always want more and more and more of him past the point of reasonableness but that was why he loved me and why he treated me so firmly and wisely.<br><br>I was worked to a fever pitch with a double dose of Venus and Balance. I was ready for anything and Darius gave me every bit of it.&nbsp; I was fucked like I'd never been before.&nbsp; He loved me with his body even as we confessed our everlasting love to one another in the pleasant glow of endorphins and cuddling afterwards.&nbsp; I took his seed, his cock, his body inside of my cunt.&nbsp; He christened me with his the product of his body, the very fluid of immortality that would father children when he chose.&nbsp; Even as I laid awake at night I could feel the glow of his sperm nestled in my fertile valley knowing that I was privileged to be carrying his male emission in my cunt, in my womb, my mouth, in my stomach; his male deposit in my female receptacle.<br><br>Even so, the nightmares came; the spiders, the snakes and worse.&nbsp; I woke up panting and afraid and at first did not know where I was.&nbsp; Then I heard and felt Darius next to me, I felt the deep, gentle ache of my pussy from his pounding and relished the slow, easy trickle of his emission that continued from my cunt.&nbsp; I cuddled myself against him and cupped my belly where his spend filled my special place and knew that everything was alright.<br><br>In the morning we celebrated with my favorite breakfast; his cock!&nbsp; It was a wonderful game.&nbsp; I dressed up this morning like a fairy princess with wings and antennae and sparkly body paint.&nbsp; I knew he liked to be surprised and I had hidden this outfit from him by working on it at night and in the bathroom.&nbsp; Every inch of my body was covered with edible, sparkling body paint in erotic images of men, women and mythological creatures fucking and loving one another.&nbsp; My wings were translucent and pretty and my face was made up to look like an exotic creature from mythology; an elf.<br><br>My stomach grumbled as I contemplated Darius and I began to slowly lick and suck his wonderful, masterful cock.&nbsp; I had him mostly erect and lodged balls deep in my mouth before he even fully awoke and I immediately began to work on his chest and nipples with one hand while the other massaged his prostate to maximize his pleasure and the volume of my breakfast treat.&nbsp; Pulling away from him with a plop I shifted back to kneel before my Lord and Master.&nbsp; My fairy wings were spread wide around me and I put my hands up behind my neck in a slight difference from his commands but close; I always liked to tease him with better ways of obeying him that what he ordered as I knew that this position would maximize his view of my pert breasts.&nbsp; <strong>"Oh Darius, Darius.&nbsp; Feed Kumiko-fairy like a good cunt.&nbsp; Rub her tits and taste the wonderful edible body paint she has applied just to show how horny she is for the love of her life."</strong><br><em><br>[Updated slightly to remove repetition]</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millenium Slave Law [Fairmont Hotel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>28-08-2012, 15:41:07</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/65/Darius_face_avatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Darius Fair</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> Fairmont Monte Carlo, his suite<br><strong>With:</strong> His slave, Kumiko Sakamoto<br><br>Kumiko and I have so many games we play together, that it's hard to keep track sometimes.&nbsp; She is always surprising me, and I'm always reacting to her.&nbsp; She gives and I give, she takes and I take, it hurts when we are apart and feels like ecstasy when we are together.&nbsp; <br><br>When we play, I occasionally lose my train of thought, slipping out of one character and into another character, being the narrator and being the real me as well.<br><br><strong>"Mmm, I am the luckiest master in all the world to have such a hot and sexy slave like you, babe."</strong><br><br>I don't have to keep my thoughts within my head.&nbsp; When it's just her and me, anything on my mind I can share with her.&nbsp; I adore having that kind of openness with her, especially when it goes both ways.<br><br>For the first couple of moments, I was just me.&nbsp; But I quickly switched from just being Darius to being Master Darius.<br><br><strong>"Ooh, Master Darius loves when his little Kumiko-cunt is all hot and horny for her master's cock and eager for his cum,"</strong> I said to her as she got on her knees and put her hands behind her neck.<br><br><strong>"And master loves the pretty outfit his Kumiko-cunt has on.&nbsp; A pair of fairy wings and a covering of edible body paint.&nbsp; It looks like Kumiko-cunt wants to be a little Kumiko-fairy."</strong><br><br>She had a role, and now I needed a role, but the context would have to be first.&nbsp; She loved stories, always has, and I loved making them up for her, on the spot, using inspiration around us and from her.&nbsp; I felt like a daddy reading his little girl a story, and her child-like reactions of amusement and excitement and joy and sadness and fear made me ham up how I told it.&nbsp; If it made her laugh or clap her hands or pout or hang on tight to me, I did it.<br><br><strong>"So... where would Kumiko-fairy be?&nbsp; Hmm.&nbsp; How about... <em>the forest</em>?&nbsp; But not just <em>any</em> forest, and not just <em>any</em> area in the woods.&nbsp; No, Kumiko-fairy is from a <em>special</em> forest for <em>special</em> fairies.&nbsp; It's called... The Morning Wood."</strong><br><br>We both had a thing for adding naughty details to seemingly innocent things.&nbsp; Nothing was safe from us twisting and perverting it into something dirty.&nbsp; And as I told a story she liked to act it out, too.&nbsp; Mmm, I love her so much.<br><br><strong>"She always wakes up so happy and energized.&nbsp; And today was no different.&nbsp; But Kumiko-fairy is a special fairy, a <em>magical</em> fairy.&nbsp; She can't do her magic unless she has <em>mana</em>.&nbsp; Now, <em>other</em> fairies get their mana from certain places.&nbsp; The tooth fairy collects teeth.&nbsp; A fairy godmother grants wishes.&nbsp; But Kumiko-fairy is different... And that's because... Kumiko-fairy... is a <em>cum</em> fairy!</strong><br><br><strong>"And poor Kumiko-fairy.&nbsp; It's been so long since she had cum.&nbsp; But luckily she saw a big handsome man walking through the Morning Wood.&nbsp; He was a woodsman, who lived in the same woods as Kumiko-cum-fairy.&nbsp; She saw him sitting on a log near the path, but she wouldn't dare do anything on the path.&nbsp; No, she had to tempt him and entice him and get him to chase her through the Morning Wood to somewhere they can be alone together!"</strong><br><br>As I told my story, I watched her reactions, and when I was done, I waited for her to come up with the next part.<br><br>(Edit: Changed last paragraph from bold to normal.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millenium Slave Law [Fairmont Hotel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 08:40:10</strong>
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				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/Saria_Mithril/Roleplay/Millenium%20Slave%20Law/Kumiko/avatar-0.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">KUMIKO SAKAMOTO</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong>Fairmont Monte Carlo, Darius' suite<br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Darius Fair<br><br>I blushed and smiled as Darius spoke such words of praise and adoration.&nbsp; I was deliriously happy that he happy and content and stroked the hot, throbbing evidence of his pleasure in with my hand.<br><br>My cunt wetted and my nipples crinkled as Darius slipped into his Master persona.&nbsp; I loved the intimacy we had alone as lovers, as prince and princess but I also craved the pleasure I gave him as his slave.&nbsp; I would do anything, anything for him and he knew it.&nbsp; Yet we both knew that he loved me and would press but not truly hurt the thing he loved.<br><br>I smiled as he began to spin his story.&nbsp; We both could lose ourselves in a make believe world of imagination, love and pleasure.&nbsp; My master, my Darius was so perfect for me and me for him.&nbsp; No one would play the games he did with me or indulged my girlish flights of fancy as I slipped into some tale of whimsy, imagination and sexual pleasure.<br><br>My arousal was now leaking down my inner thighs as he set the scene.&nbsp; Darius was so good at giving me a frame work with which to work and they always ended in intense sexual pleasure for the both of us.&nbsp; I stood as he started to weave the tale.&nbsp; This was part of our unspoken habits for I knew Darius wanted me to start to act out his words, to add my own interpretation.<br><br>I slipped across the room like a ballerina, more specifically like the girls acting out the roles of fairies in the Nutcracker.&nbsp; I danced, pranced and peered around as if I were indeed moving cautiously through a wood.&nbsp; &nbsp; I licked my lips in mock hunger and suddenly stopped, staring at Darius as I followed his tale.&nbsp; I rubbed my breasts and then my cunt in eager motions as I made a play of sneaking up on him in mock play.<br><br>As he finished I whispered in his ear.&nbsp; <strong>"Cum fairies have a special power to ensure they get their cum.&nbsp; They dance a special dance and cause a man to prepare his cum for her feast."</strong>&nbsp; I began to dance around him in an undulating, sexual grind that was equal parts innocent play and erotic tease.&nbsp; <strong>"Kumiko fairy teases and wiggles herself to entice him.&nbsp; She becomes visible to him and let's him see her sweet pussy." </strong> She bent over, her legs spread just enough to expose the reddish lips of her pussy, the dew sparkling on them.<br><br><strong>"She casts her spell through the magical dew of her sex to entice him to leave the path and chase her.</strong>" I dipped my finger into my burning sex and rotated my hips about my single digit as if it were indeed a cock.&nbsp; Finally, pulling out a wet finger that smelled deeply of aroused woman, pranced up to him and drew a wet character in Japanese on his forehead.&nbsp; <strong>"She wrote her secret name on his head to give him power over her in return for his cum.&nbsp; Then she fled into the depths of the wood toward her secret bower."</strong><br><br>I skipped away and twirled before him, arms open as I lured him to follow me.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Fairmont Hotel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EnglishMaster</strong> on <strong>12-12-2012, 12:41:52</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Matigroves125square.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Mati Groves</span></span><br><strong>Location</strong>: The Fairmont, Mati's room<br><strong>With</strong>: (alone)<br><br>He'd kicked up a fuss when he'd arrived about it, so he was glad to see they'd finally delivered the piano he'd pre-ordered to his room while Mati had been out at the party. Not a grand or anything, just an upright, but in tune, with an adjustable stool, and with some complimentary champagne in the fridge to compensate for the oversight.<br><br>None of the bubbly for now.&nbsp; Mati's clothes were already scattered here and there.&nbsp; He sat naked at the piano.&nbsp; He was feeling a little skittish and made himself open a second big bottle of Perrier - no, no champagne till the slave arrived tomorrow - well, today, for it was already the middle of the night and he should probably be catching up on his beauty sleep.<br><br>Music was his addiction, though.&nbsp; He'd passed from a few random chords, to the rude (to the tune of 'The man who broke the bank at Monte Carlo' only this fellow was having a wank), to the exploratory...Paulette, that was her name.&nbsp; Rhymes flitted by to the key of A minor: your debt, never forget, my pet, so wet, duet...<br><br>Soon he was curled up under the duvet, the songs spinning through his imagination, while for the first time since his bereavement he fucked another woman in a dream, a shrieking blonde, shrieking in harmony with him...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Fairmont Hotel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>17-12-2012, 08:58:57</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">THE NEXT DAY</span></span></span></div><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/PauletteAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">PAULETTE LISETTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong>Fairmont Monte Carlo<br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Dr. Okello Okanjo and Remy Bordelon<br><strong>Collar Setting: </strong>0<br><br><hr><br>That night had been one of brutal use and studied cruelty for Paulette as Dr. Okanjo took her for the last time.&nbsp; He took her in every possible way over the course of the night as the devious doctor hyped them both up on stimulants and sexual boosters.&nbsp; &nbsp;Paulette came a dozen times and every inch of her body was covered with semen and stripes from switches or floggers.&nbsp; Finally at dawn Dr. Okanjo took her almost gently into the shower and spent a long, long pair of hours cleaning her and tending to her tender flesh with every bit of skill and medical wizardry available to one of the top minds in the world.&nbsp; <br><br>It was in this condition that Paulette was finally bound, gagged and prepared for her delivery to her new master.&nbsp; Heavy doses of Venus, Balance, Milkmaid and the new drug that Dr. Okanjo called 'Paulette' were administered to leave her drooling from both her upper and lower lips as well as from her swollen and engorged breasts.&nbsp; She was gagged with a massive ball gag, trussed up in a hog tie and stuffed with vibrating dildos in both her nether orifices.&nbsp; In such a condition she was delivered to Mati's doorstep along with a serving cart laden with his breakfast and morning coffee.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Fairmont Hotel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EnglishMaster</strong> on <strong>19-12-2012, 18:17:11</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Matigroves125square.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Mati Groves</span></span><br><strong>Location</strong>: The Fairmont, Mati's room<br><strong>With</strong>: Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon<br><br>There had been a knock but no answer to his 'Come in!' so he went to the door and there she was: a trussed animal, lying on her side, atop a breakfast trolley.<br><br>How delightful.<br><br>Dressed only in his loose blue silk robe, he wheeled her in.&nbsp; Her eyes were a little glazed as she looked up at him.&nbsp; Some of the local drugs, he assumed.&nbsp; Her body was beautiful.&nbsp; Just beautiful: all the tautness and fitness of youth, and good bones, and soft soft skin, enhanced by scars.<br><br>It was warm enough, he decided, for breakfast on the balcony.&nbsp; He kept her on the trolley, wheeling it out there, and removed his breakfast from the level below to place on the table.<br><br>He just had to caress her.&nbsp; She was drooling from her gag, but he didn't ease that for now.&nbsp; Deep marks were developing at her wrists and ankles where her rope bonds pressed into her.&nbsp; He liked that.&nbsp; What had he forgotten?<br><br>Ah: the champagne.&nbsp; He went back in for it.&nbsp; There was something he particularly liked to do with champagne.&nbsp; Back out on the balcony, he twisted out of her cunt the dildo that seemed to vibrate of its own volition in her.&nbsp; He shook the bottle; popped the cork; pushed the neck of the bottle quickly into her cunt so that she would feel the ice-cold liquid surge up inside her.<br><br>Enjoying her quivering and the noises she made, he drank a little, then, direct from the bottle, tasting her desire on it.&nbsp; Then he poured himself a glass, and her a generous saucer.&nbsp; He undid her ball-gag, leaving it around her throat, and adjust her pretty head a little so that sidelong she could suck up the contents of the saucer.&nbsp; 'Drink as much as you like, Paulette,' he said.&nbsp; 'Welcome to enslavement with me.&nbsp; No talking for now, please.&nbsp; Enjoy the view of the sea,' he added wryly.<br><br>He settled down to his continental breakfast, and told her a little about himself.&nbsp; How he'd been in mourning for his slave, who'd made music with him and sung for him.&nbsp; How even before slavery he'd been used to the companionship and support of a woman.&nbsp; How he'd enjoyed her, Paulette's, singing.<br><br>He refilled her champagne saucer.&nbsp; 'I do enjoy pain,' said Mati.&nbsp; 'You'll need to accustom yourself to that.&nbsp; Not the rather generalised beatings you may have suffered: very focused pain.&nbsp; I shall try and train you to enjoy orgasms while undergoing the profoundest pain, if you're not already capable of that.&nbsp; Now, I daresay you'd like to have your bonds loosened before your extremities start to cramp and tingle.&nbsp; But just entertain me first please, then your untying will be a reward.&nbsp; Here are some words for you to learn.&nbsp; You are to improvise a melody using them.'<br><br>He had to touch her.&nbsp; He just had to touch her.&nbsp; He took her hair in his left hand, and twisted her right nipple with his right, and said the words to her:<br><br><em>Being your slave, what should I do but tend <br>Upon the hours and times of your desire? <br>I have no precious time at all to spend, <br>Nor services to do, till you require...</em><br><br>He let go, and went back to his seat, to finish his breakfast.&nbsp; Was she whimpering a little?&nbsp; 'Need me to repeat the words?&nbsp; I'll repeat them as often as you like.&nbsp; Then start singing them for me...'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Fairmont Hotel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>25-12-2012, 08:27:01</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/PauletteAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">PAULETTE LISETTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong>Fairmont Monte Carlo<br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Dr. Okello Okanjo and Remy Bordelon<br><strong>Collar Setting: </strong>0<br><br><hr><br>Paulette was heavily drugged but not so much that her mind was bemused by more than the intense desire for sexual intercourse that was brought on by the double dose of Venus coursing through her veins.&nbsp; She lay on the trolley, trussed up like some hunter's catch to be delivered as a prize.&nbsp; She gazed up at Matti with as much dignity as was possible given her condition.&nbsp; Mostly what could be seen was desire and desperation.&nbsp; Paulette shivered a bit at his initial touch.&nbsp; She was so far gone in the Venus that she needed the touch of a man more than life itself.&nbsp; The dildos filling her nether holes were good but she had been trained specifically at the Institute to crave the real thing.<br><br>She was surprised when he popped off the cork of the chilled champagne into her pussy.&nbsp; The quick emptiness due to the withdrawal of the dildo combined with the sudden fizzy cold caused her to buck in surprise and grunt around the ball gag filling her mouth.&nbsp; She jerked painfully in her bonds before settling back down to watch him watch her.&nbsp; This one was different than Dr. Okanjo, that was for certain but how he would use her and master her was yet to come.<br><br>Paulette gasped a bit as the ball gag was removed.&nbsp; The sudden loss of pressure caused her to choke for just a moment before she mastered herself.&nbsp; Even while she drooled uncontrollably she raised her head a bit and moved back so he could place the saucer of champagne.&nbsp; As he spoke of his past life she attempted to drink from the saucer.&nbsp; The constant flow of her drool and sexual juices was dehydrating and she had a fierce thirst that overcame any reluctance to drink like she was his little cat.&nbsp; Still, she did not let her thirst or the difficulty drinking or even her public exposure on the balcony interfere with her rapt attentiveness.&nbsp; Paulette watched and listened with a sense of deep interest that came through in her intelligent, expressive eyes despite the haze of the drugs.<br><br>He was a man of depths and contradictions it seemed.&nbsp; He was certainly no stranger to the keeping and control of a slave.&nbsp; She detected none of the hesitation that some men and free women had around their slaves.&nbsp; No, this one was utterly confident of his ownership of her body and from his touch had a deep understanding of a woman's body.&nbsp; Couple that with his desire for a woman's company and not just any woman but a singer, an artiste and collaborator and she could tell things would be very, very complicated.&nbsp; This one would demand all of her wits and will power to maintain her independence, at least in a core before she sought those few months of freedom remaining on her account.<br><br>Her long, slender neck arched as his hands gripped her hair.&nbsp; Paulette stiffened as well in pain as he gripped her nipple just right.&nbsp; A slight moan escaped her lips at his touch as a long servitude and partnership of pain flashed before her eyes.&nbsp; At his words she shifted and listened to him as he recited the words of the song.&nbsp; Even in pain, drugged and laid out on a rolling table her trained ear caught the rhythm and underlying melody in his words.&nbsp; Matti was an accomplished, professional musician and his words were so phrased to allow her to hear the music behind them.<br><br>Paulette took a deep, shuddering breath and let the pain in her breast fade from her consciousness as she prepared to sing for him.&nbsp; It took her a few seconds to center her focus and feel the path that the words would take over her tongue and into music.&nbsp; She glanced up at him and met Matti's eyes as she sang in a low, soft voice that while blurred by the drug in her mouth utilized her lower range in a soft, poignant tone.<br><em><br>Being your slave, what should I do but tend<br>Upon the hours and times of your desire?</em><br><br>The first lines of the song were soft and plaintive, almost with a soulful feel like the slave melodies of the American South.&nbsp; Her voice started with a quaver but found itself by the second line.<br><br><em>I have no precious time at all to spend,<br>Nor services to do, till you require...</em><br><br>For the last lines her voice rose into a higher register but stayed soft and plaintive.&nbsp; There was a deep, quiet strength to her words that spoke of a desire to perform her very best yet maintain some sense of self and choice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Fairmont Hotel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EnglishMaster</strong> on <strong>30-12-2012, 19:18:36</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Matigroves125square.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Mati Groves</span></span><br><strong>Location</strong>: The Fairmont, Mati's room<br><strong>With</strong>: Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon<br><br><br>Mati had been hardened by life.&nbsp; Toughened by years in bars, and back streets, and then under lights and being never alone in a dressing room, toughened to the delights of pretty women and the seductions of a pretty melody.<br><br>Yet she moved him.&nbsp; Nude, drugged, bound, after goodness knows what treatment, something of all her life and her ordeals lived in her, in her singing, and moved him.<br><br>The drugginess bothered him though.&nbsp; Perhaps they needed to do that to their slaves here, to make them desirous and compliant.&nbsp; <br><br>'D'you know what, Paulette,&nbsp; I think we'll begin again with you?'&nbsp; He wiped the last of his breakfast from his lips and went to begin to untie her bonds.&nbsp; 'I daresay I have a supply of your drugs with your delivery...but it does show in your singing.'&nbsp; His fingers couldn't resist tracing the deep marks the ropes had made in her flesh: at her ankles, and the tops of her thighs.&nbsp; 'Don't get me wrong,' caressing her face, touching her cheek, expecting to see anxiety there, but meeting only the blank stare of the Venus or whatever it was, ' I liked your singing.&nbsp; But, see, what I liked in it were the profound traces of you in there.&nbsp; You yourself.&nbsp; We need to burrow down into that, if you're going to be of use to me.'<br><br>He unfolded her, his gift to himself.&nbsp; There she was, naked, glistening, marked by rope and the sad shadows of old bruises.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>He took her hand, and helped her up.&nbsp; She was weak on her feet.&nbsp; 'Come with me.&nbsp; I need to wash away the traces of your old master on you.'<br><br>He led her to the bathroom, shedding his own gown on the way.&nbsp; They squeezed into the shower together.&nbsp; He saw his body, in the glass panels, he saw himself, old, against her youth.&nbsp; He didn't feel regret: he gloried in it.&nbsp; She was his.<br><br>He showered her clean.&nbsp; From hair to toe, from breasts to buttocks, from back to belly, from cunt to crown of head he washed her clean – 'No, let me' – stopping her washing herself, taking possession of every delectable millimetre of her.<br><br>And only when she was soaked, soaped, rinsed, and dried, and they stood together both naked, only then he took hold of her hair and said, 'Sing to me.&nbsp; Sing to my prick.'&nbsp; He lowered her in front of him, to her knees.&nbsp; 'Sing my name, Mati, to my prick, which you lick and suck while you sing, just my name, Ma-ti...' - and as she began he said, 'At least a thousand times, Paulette, I shall count, you will temper your licking and sucking and singing accordingly, if it's less than a thousand before you make me cum in your mouth I shall whip you with the towel directly on your cunt and if it's a thousand or more before you make me cum I shall take you out into the streets of Monte Carlo and buy you a body harness made of silver chain, and any treat you desire,' his desire already rising in him, oh, did he want to whip her or treat her like a queen?&nbsp; He hardly knew already...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Fairmont Hotel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>31-12-2012, 12:52:45</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/PauletteAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">PAULETTE LISETTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong>Fairmont Monte Carlo<br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Mati Groves<br><strong>Collar Setting: </strong>0<br><br><hr><br>She slumped back into her bonds as the song finished and watched Mati with wide, drugged eyes as he regarded her.&nbsp; Paulette did not quite know what to expect from this man although the Venus made her desire one thing and one thing only from him.&nbsp; She groaned a little as he removed the bonds from her limbs.&nbsp; The tightness of the knots and the unnatural contortions forced upon her had restricted her circulation and cramped her muscles.&nbsp; She could only nod numbly to his questions under the pressure of the Venus and the special concoction that twisted her mouth in a sexual organ.&nbsp; <br><br>Looking up at him she took his hand with silence, her every motion as if she were at the bottom of some deep pool.&nbsp; Her body burned with need and lust yet her mind was strangely her own but at at a great distance.&nbsp; Still, even standing nude, drugged and marked from the rope and old punishment Paulette manages to hold herself with a grace that cannot be learned in any school.&nbsp; She nodded again and followed him to the shower.&nbsp; The warm pressure of the shower on her skin and face, the touch of Mati's hands on her body so gentle, so knowing and so utterly possessive seem to wake her up.&nbsp; He batted away her attempts to clean herself, even to clean him and instead posed quietly as he did more than wash her.&nbsp; She stood and felt the calm certainty of his ownership of her wash over her more deeply than any soap or stain of discipline.&nbsp; In her fugue state she accepted her position with him; later perhaps there would be time for retrospection, doubt and even regret.<br><br><br>The touching was sexual beyond any measure she'd felt before and it was the most emotionless act possible granted to a piece of property that was only a slave.&nbsp; There was his erection, his male bulk and her own pulsing desire as well as her soft folds and gentle curves.&nbsp; Yet all was strange, distant like a silent, black and white movie without subtitles.&nbsp; Somehow she was in her own Art Deco film from the very edge of motion pictures.&nbsp; The world moved in slow motion, flashes of color played around her mind as lust and need throbbed in her awareness even as Mati's motions moved as they both were encased in molasses.<br><br>Suddenly she was on her knees and the world snapped back into place with a wrenching whine and flash.&nbsp; All was color again and she was in the world.&nbsp; Mati's hands were in her hair and his cock bobbed just an inch or so away from her lips.&nbsp; She drooled and brought her lips to kiss and then suck the glorious head, the drugs taking control of her mind.&nbsp; Then the heavens opened and a voice sang out... 'Ma... ti...'&nbsp; She glanced up at him as he repeated the notes and instructed her on what she was to do.&nbsp; Yet to Paulette it did not matter what exactly he asked.&nbsp; She only knew that the music commanded her to sing this man's name as she worshiped his cock.<br><br>So did the drugs and her desire for dominance and submission join with a short lifetime of music and singing to bring her to this place with her lips around this man's manhood. <br><br><em>'Ma ti'</em><br><br>Paulette swirled her tongue and bobbed her head gently<br><br><em>'Ma ti'</em><br><br>She licked the underside of his member gently<br><br><em>'Ma ti'</em><br><br>She sang an ode, a ballad to the perfect shaft of flesh, her world.<br><br><em>'Ma ti'</em><br><br>There was only grace, only truth and only him<br><em><br>'Ma ti'</em><br><br>The song became one and she faded into a unity with him, his pleasure and her submission.&nbsp; Whether she reached 1,000 repetitions or 10 was no matter to her nor did she even count for number and even words had no meaning where she traveled.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Fairmont Hotel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EnglishMaster</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 12:55:11</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Matigroves125square.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Mati Groves</span></span><br><strong>Location</strong>: The Fairmont, Mati's room<br><strong>With</strong>: Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon<br><br><br>How do I love thee?&nbsp; Let me count the ways...<br><br>Agh, how could he count anything with the slave ministering to his prick?<br><br>He sank to his knees, forcing her to bow to him.&nbsp; There was some sort of perfection in the bend of her back, the flow of her ribcage beneath her pink skin, as she drank him, sucking her own life from him as from a deep dark well.<br><br><div align="center">+</div><br>'You must rest,' he said.&nbsp; 'rest your body and your voice.&nbsp; Eat fruit.'&nbsp; There was a bowl of fruit he'd hardly touched at breakfast.&nbsp; He placed it on the bedside table.&nbsp; He'd placed the slave carefully on the bed, but somehow she'd rearranged herself in a more elegant position.&nbsp; Such grace she bore about her, even when humbled.<br><br>Oh, he mustn't fall in love with her just because she was beautiful, and sang well, and -<br><br>He telephoned room service.&nbsp; 'I need a dark blue marker pen, and a honey-flavoured gargle, and a long length of gold chain with a padlock, and a portable, I don't know what you call it, a frame to suspend a slave from, with cuffs and so forth.'<br><br>They were most obliging and said they'd only be a few minutes.&nbsp; He padded around the suite naked, hunting through her trolley, examining the supplies of drugs that had been sent with her, finding the remote control that fixed her collar.&nbsp; There was a knock at the door and she began to uncoil, as if to go and answer, but as he pulled on his dressing gown to greet the bellhop he raised his hand, as if she were a welcome guest he didn't want to trouble, not a -<br><br>There.&nbsp; He tipped the bellhop after a brief foray to his wallet by the bed then manoeuvred the suspension set to the french windows on to the balcony so that, as he envisaged, when he hung her – would it be by her wrists or ankles first?&nbsp; - she would be able to gaze out into the world, to the glittering blue sky and sea.&nbsp; Now, there was something he'd been going to do...<br><br>He sat by her, naked again, his brain a-whirr, stroking her flanks.&nbsp; 'You've lovely skin.&nbsp; Gargle with this.&nbsp; Here, it's time for me to practise and improvise, but I want to feel attached to you.'&nbsp; He fixed the chain to her collar, and used the remote to change her setting to '1' – available only to him.&nbsp; He explained to her, stroking her face.&nbsp; 'Available only to me.&nbsp; For the present, at least.&nbsp; Masturbate for me, would you?&nbsp; Just languidly, snooze if you like, while I play.'<br><br>The chain jangled slightly, attached to the piano-stool, as he played.&nbsp; Sequences of chords.&nbsp; A couple of his old songs for warm-up.&nbsp; They would be an act, a new act, he felt new songs rising in him.&nbsp; Improvising riffs, he tried out lyrics...one began to settle into<br><br>Grace<br>Some see it in the beauty of her face<br>Some in the way she moves from place to place<br>as if some animal once taught her<br>how to wear chains with pride and hauteur<br>that's why I call her<br>Grace...<br><br>And that was as far as it seemed to go for now and then amid some familiar chords he heard from before her voice singing Ma-ti; it stirred his loins.&nbsp; He found a melody, like hers but in a minor key, more longing.&nbsp; And then he realised it should be the possessive...<br><br>...de Ma-ti <br>Je m'appelle Paulette<br>de Ma-ti...<br><br>...and he made up rhyming verses, none of which quite made sense except as jokes (cat me, flatly, that we)...but he jotted down the ideas on sheet music, then smiled to himself, oh, his lust fuelled again by the sight of her on the bed, humming to his tunes...<br><br>He had to go to her, the chain jingling and jangling as he picked it up and wound one end round his wrist, knotting it.&nbsp; He took the marker pen from the bedside table.&nbsp; 'You will have to endure pain,' he said, beginning to write on her belly.&nbsp; 'Pain gives me such intense pleasure.&nbsp; But you're like a new toy, there are so many things I want to do with you.&nbsp; I can't decide whether to hang you by your ankles and torture you, or take you out and buy you things to wear, or buy you a fine meal and have you tell me the story of your life.&nbsp; Here, look at what I've written and tell me what you'd like to do.&nbsp; Don't give me one of those namby-pamby whatever-master-wishes answers.&nbsp; Tell me what you'd like to do for the afternoon.&nbsp; But first, tell me what you think...'<br><br>He'd led her, right hand in left, to the full-length mirror on the wardrobe.&nbsp; Across her belly he'd scrawled a stave, and three notes: a quaver on E, then a bar line, then a minim for A and a minim for E.&nbsp; Below the music, against the three notes, were the three syllables, de Ma – ti.<br><br>'Perhaps I shall have you your musical name tattooed on you,' he said, smiling, so happy, so boyishly happy to have a new, and such a beautiful and musical, slave.&nbsp; 'Now, you were saying...?'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Fairmont Hotel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 09:29:11</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/PauletteAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">PAULETTE LISETTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong>Fairmont Monte Carlo<br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Mati Groves<br><strong>Collar Setting: </strong>0<br><br><hr><br>I bent, bowed and arch my back as Mati knelt.&nbsp; Finally I ended up on all fours as I leaned in to keep servicing, sucking his manhood.&nbsp; No... I was worshiping the throbbing shaft.&nbsp; I wasn't just worshiping a fleshy idol like some pagan but rather the symbol and spirit of my humiliation and punishment.&nbsp; My life had ended and begun sucking on a cock and here again my prior life with Dr. Okanjo was ending while it was starting with Mati as my lips were wrapped around a penis.<br><br><em>'You must rest,' he said.&nbsp; 'rest your body and your voice.&nbsp; Eat fruit.'&nbsp; There was a bowl of fruit he'd hardly touched at breakfast.&nbsp; He placed it on the bedside table.&nbsp; He'd placed the slave carefully on the bed, but somehow she'd rearranged herself in a more elegant position.&nbsp; Such grace she bore about her, even when humbled.</em><br><br>Finally it ended, one thousand repetitions of that word, that name, that eternal symbol burned in my brain.&nbsp; Now my god, the brazen idol, the golden calf lived in my consciousness, reverberating in my mind like the song of creation, like the lost tribe wandering in the desert.&nbsp; I arched myself on the bed, posing for that man.<br><br>Ma'Ti Ma'Ti MA'Ti MA'Ti MA'TI MA'TI<br><br>The notes the rhyme the song the vowels and syllables so simple yet... yet so commanding.&nbsp; I curled and reclined, my body and my mind were perfect, this man was perfect.. Ma'Ti reverberated in my mind.&nbsp; I hummed a few bars, a few repetitions of the tune.<br><em><br>He telephoned room service.&nbsp; 'I need a dark blue marker pen, and a honey-flavoured gargle, and a long length of gold chain with a padlock, and a portable, I don't know what you call it, a frame to suspend a slave from, with cuffs and so forth.'</em><br><br>I watched him quietly as he ordered room service.&nbsp; He was curious and I watched with interest as he poked around in my scanty belongings, mostly drugs and the remote for my collar.&nbsp; I rose at the knock on the door and sighed ever so slightly, curled back on the bed at his command and let him answer the door.&nbsp; So strange, so curious, his attitude was almost as if I were a favored guest, a friend... a lover?<br><br>The bell hop brought a loaded trolley.&nbsp; Mati took the materials.&nbsp; He watched me for a moment, seeking inspiration?&nbsp; Then he set up a suspension by the window, out on the balcony.&nbsp; I would be hung as an exhibit, a piece of art and dedication to her passion and his desire, his control and artistic talent.&nbsp; My taunt, slender body, long legs and arms framing the utter blue of the sky, the white of the surrounding buildings in some minimalist, avante guarde exhibit of 'Slave Woman in Passion'.<br><br><em>He sat by her, naked again, his brain a-whirr, stroking her flanks.&nbsp; 'You've lovely skin.&nbsp; Gargle with this.&nbsp; Here, it's time for me to practise and improvise, but I want to feel attached to you.'&nbsp; He fixed the chain to her collar, and used the remote to change her setting to '1' – available only to him.&nbsp; He explained to her, stroking her face.&nbsp; 'Available only to me.&nbsp; For the present, at least.&nbsp; Masturbate for me, would you?&nbsp; Just languidly, snooze if you like, while I play.'</em><br><br>I looked at him, my eyes glistening with some distant but powerful emotion.&nbsp; As he moved the unreality of the situation filled my mind.&nbsp; In my memory I tasted his cock, his cum as a bitter, necessary milestone, an anchor to the reality.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then I gargled, the astringent taste soothing my throat and clearing my mind of his taste.&nbsp; I arched my back and shoulders to lean into his caress.&nbsp; Even in my worst days of training in the Institute I enjoyed the touch of another, the warmth against my skin.&nbsp; "Ahhh..."&nbsp; At the approach of the chain I lifted my hair out of the way and turned my head to facilitate the buckling to my collar.&nbsp; A faint smile of pleasure lit my face slightly as Mati stroked my cheek&nbsp; I was wordless, my throat still raw yet I did not dare sully the perfection of those vowels that had last graced my lips; Ma'Ti."<br><br>Nodding I moved onto my side on the bed, the chain linking us.&nbsp; One leg was propped up, the other laid out in a pale bow to open myself to my hands and his eyes.&nbsp; My fingers found my wet center, still tender from the dose of Venus.&nbsp; My body was warm, no hot and well trained.&nbsp; The touch of my fingers brought forth an slow burning pleasure and desire that mounted in stair step fashion as the music tinkled through my mind.&nbsp; Even the jingle of the links of the chain was part of the music. <br><br>Then he sang, his voice firm, masculine and confident.&nbsp; He carried the tune and imbued the music with a life and intensity that I had never heard in my short life.&nbsp; I thought I was an artist but compared to Ma'Ti I was a screeching owl.<br><em><br>Grace<br>Some see it in the beauty of her face<br>Some in the way she moves from place to place<br>as if some animal once taught her<br>how to wear chains with pride and hauteur<br>that's why I call her<br>Grace...</em><br><br>The tone changed, a minor key a lower and more intense melody.&nbsp; I began to hum in a soft counterpoint, a harmony to his melody, singing the notes that he had taught me, wordless yet still somehow; Ma'Ti... Ma'Ti...<br><em><br>...de Ma-ti <br>Je m'appelle Paulette<br>de Ma-ti...<br><br>...and he made up rhyming verses, none of which quite made sense except as jokes (cat me, flatly, that we)...but he jotted down the ideas on sheet music, then smiled to himself, oh, his lust fuelled again by the sight of her on the bed, humming to his tunes...</em><br><br>He riffed, improvised and played in nonsense and playful verses.&nbsp; I hummed along so softly, so softly...<br><br>I stopped and remained laying back on the bed, open, my sex wet in submission and acceptance.&nbsp; I raised my hand, my wrist knotted with the chain. <br><em><br>'You will have to endure pain,' he said, beginning to write on her belly.&nbsp; 'Pain gives me such intense pleasure.&nbsp; But you're like a new toy, there are so many things I want to do with you.&nbsp; I can't decide whether to hang you by your ankles and torture you, or take you out and buy you things to wear, or buy you a fine meal and have you tell me the story of your life.&nbsp; Here, look at what I've written and tell me what you'd like to do.&nbsp; Don't give me one of those namby-pamby whatever-master-wishes answers.&nbsp; Tell me what you'd like to do for the afternoon.&nbsp; But first, tell me what you think...'</em><br><br>My belly quivered and shook under his touch.&nbsp; Yet I locked my eyes with him.&nbsp; Emotion blazed from me; from my eyes and in the taunt pose of my slender, graceful limbs.&nbsp; &nbsp;Each stroke, each mark of the black pen was a mark on my mind, my psyche.&nbsp; I did not look, did not care at that very moment as he spoke to me, marked me as his.&nbsp; What did I care for he would mark me as he would.&nbsp; At each statement I nodded to him, still unwilling to break the holiness of my lips with other than those two perfect syllables.&nbsp; <br><br>I rose, stepped quietly and stood staring at what he wrote.&nbsp; <br><br><em>He'd led her, right hand in left, to the full-length mirror on the wardrobe.&nbsp; Across her belly he'd scrawled a stave, and three notes: a quaver on E, then a bar line, then a minim for A and a minim for E.&nbsp; Below the music, against the three notes, were the three syllables, de Ma – ti.<br><br>'Perhaps I shall have you your musical name tattooed on you,' he said, smiling, so happy, so boyishly happy to have a new, and such a beautiful and musical, slave.&nbsp; 'Now, you were saying...?'</em><br><br>A wave of blackness swirled over me as the music crashed through my mind.&nbsp; The graven idol was my own body.&nbsp; He had possessed me with his music, with the melody of my worship.&nbsp; 'de Ma - ti'&nbsp; I was his.&nbsp; I looked over at my master.&nbsp; He was so happy, reborn happy and fulfilled.&nbsp; I was the instrument that he would play to create beautiful music for both of us, for the world.&nbsp; As I faced him, tears flowed down my face.&nbsp; My mouth moved, learning to create sounds, words again.&nbsp; Finally I managed to whisper. "Hang me as a work of art, purify me with your passion and my pain my master.&nbsp; Make me anew in the purity of the angels themselves against the sky."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Fairmont Hotel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EnglishMaster</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 23:42:34</strong>
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				"Hang me as a work of art, purify me with your passion and my pain my master.&nbsp; Make me anew in the purity of the angels themselves against the sky." <br><br>Mati loved her speaking voice.&nbsp; Had he even heard her speak before?&nbsp; Or only sing?&nbsp; Her speaking had a lilt to it.&nbsp; <br><br>She had volunteered for what he most wanted: the sexual joy of hurting her.&nbsp; He wanted to fuck her while she was in agony, singing his name, as she'd sung in humiliation, on her knees, to his prick.<br><br>He took a deep breath, staring not at her, but at her in the mirror: her lithe, slender body, marked by his music.<br><br>He busied himself, so as not to say something foolish, about love, for instance.&nbsp; He led her by the hand to the upright piano, 'I won't lie to you, this is something I used to have - ' he didn't want to say her name ' - my former slave do, but we can't pussyfoot around as if she were never there, and I liked it so...please climb up on top of the piano, and lie sideways, head propped on your hand.&nbsp; You're going to have to hold a microphone, so make sure you're well-balanced.'<br><br>By the time he returned with the laptop and the mic she was lying there, a goddess disporting herself on a rock.&nbsp; 'We're just going to record the loop, <em>de Mati, je ma'ppelle Paulette de Mati</em>...once I play, just come in when you like, and sing it over and over, a dozen times.'<br><br>He played.&nbsp; She sang.&nbsp; He wasn't fulsome.&nbsp; He didn't want her to be over-praised.&nbsp; The drug-effect was wearing off.&nbsp; Her own voice was coming through. It was quite beautiful.<br><br>But when it truly came through, would she still be a slave?<br><br>'That's good,' smiling, but she might have been a shy girl at an audition from his tone, 'now, down you come...'<br><br><div align="center">+</div><br>In ten minutes he had her secured as he wanted.&nbsp; He'd pulled the hanging frame out on to the balcony, into the sun.&nbsp; Her wrists were cuffed above her head, the cuffs chained to the metal frame.&nbsp; She was tall enough just to be able to stand, with her feet together; so he'd secured each ankle to each side of the frame, parting her legs quite wide, exposing her sex, and forcing her on to tiptoe.&nbsp; That would make a nice, slow torture in itself, the strain in her legs and arms.<br><br>On the low wall of the balcony he'd set his video camera.&nbsp; It was already filming her, facing ahead as he'd ordered, facing the sea, the sands, the laughing people, the cacophony of traffic below.<br><br>He'd found candles, long blue candles, in a drawer, a decoration perhaps, or a precaution against power failures.&nbsp; He pushed two into her mouth, forked slightly.&nbsp; <br><br>He lit the ends of the candles.<br><br>'Now, Paulette,' she would see how excited he already was, hell, it had been so long since he'd tortured a woman, even mildly, like this, 'it's your breasts that are to suffer here.&nbsp; The drip of hot wax, then the wax on the wax, will be progressively more and more painful.&nbsp; But you are not to let your mouth burn in any way.&nbsp; If you feel that happening and I'm not doing anything about it, sing a single long high note to me.'<br><br>She blinked, looking at him, holding the burning candles between her teeth.<br><br>His final touch: headphones on her, an i-pad sticky-taped to her upper back, playing in a continuous loop to her, her own voice, singing what was written on her, '<em>de Mati, je m'appelle Paulette de Mati..</em>.'<br><br>And he sat naked at the table, his feet up on it, a glass of gin and bitters, for all the world as if he wasn't as aroused as all hell.&nbsp; He picked up his book: Keith Richard's autobiography.&nbsp; His slave basked in the sunlight.&nbsp; Anew in the purity of the angels themselves against the sky?&nbsp; A little sound of suffering excaped her.&nbsp; What more could he ask?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Fairmont Hotel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>13-01-2013, 04:05:00</strong>
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				I stood silently for a moment as he regarded me after my decision.&nbsp; I did not pose but rather held my body naturally for there could be no artifice given what I had just chosen.&nbsp; At his motion I followed him to the upright piano, the maker was a famous one and my impression of Mati's prowess went up even further.&nbsp; I glanced at his eyes at his words, sensing some loss as he spoke of his former slave.&nbsp; Surely she would still be here if he felt so strongly toward her but it was not my place to ask.&nbsp; I merely nodded and climbed onto the smooth, beautiful wood top of the instrument.&nbsp; I lay on my side, my head propped in one hand and squirmed a bit as I found a comfortable spot.<br><br>When he returned I nodded and took the mic.&nbsp; My throat had relaxed back to normal as the drug wore off.&nbsp; I listened to him intently as he laid out his instructions.&nbsp; Again I just nodded for it seemed that I must save my voice in this instant for singing.&nbsp; The melody was simple but beautiful in its simplicity.&nbsp; Over and over we played it and my voice smoothed out as I regained control of my throat.&nbsp; By the end I was singing a pure, lovely melody in perfect time with Mati's flawless playing.<br><br>Then I came down and offered myself up into his hands...<br><br><div align="center">+</div><br>I moved slowly with my master out to the balcony, to the frame but there was no reluctance or struggle.&nbsp; It was more now about the light, the water and the two of them.&nbsp; I was indeed an offering to him and to my own inner demons.&nbsp; Perhaps both would be fed in this purification in the sun and on the rack.&nbsp; Finally I stood, bound and delivered.&nbsp; My wrist and ankles ached from the tight, careful knots that Mati had tied.&nbsp; He knew his business and the rope cut into my flesh just enough to not break the skin.&nbsp; Still I would have red marks for hours when he let me down.<br><br>My calves and ankles ached as I settled up on my tip toes to keep from hanging by my wrists.&nbsp; Below me the life of the city went on uncaring and in a way eternal as the buzz of activity faded off into the bright blue sea and equally bright sky.&nbsp; He approached me with candles and I pulled myself back up on my toes for it would not do to hang there in front of him.<br><br>I took two of the candles in my mouth, the unblinking eye of the camera recording all that happened just as it recorded my prior life.&nbsp; What would people think if they could see me now?&nbsp; Would they think me any less the artist, the woman as I hung here like some figure in a Greek tragedy about to be torn apart by the eagles of the gods.&nbsp; Would my Hercules come and rescue me?&nbsp; Would I rather face my fate and so perform in a new, higher level of pure display and pain?&nbsp; Yet the decision was no longer mine.<br><br>I took the candles in my mouth, holding them tightly as he lit them.&nbsp; Mati's eyes were wide and his pupils dilated.&nbsp; He was excited at his art and my pain.&nbsp; I would accept, no revel in whatever he did to burn away my own guilt.&nbsp; I blinked in agreement with him, my head not moving even as my calves strained with the effort of holding steady.&nbsp; <br><br>When he added the head phones I shuddered a bit.&nbsp; Now he matched the words on my body to the song sung with my own voice.&nbsp; It was simple really.&nbsp; I could see know in the purity of the pain as the wax dripped on the slope of my breasts and ran down to my nipples like the fires of the end of the world.&nbsp; It was just Mati and Paulette.&nbsp; The words were true 'de Mati, je m'appelle Paulette de Mati'.&nbsp; My name, my body, my identity belonged to him now.&nbsp; I was of him and through him I existed now.&nbsp; It was true.<br><br>The wax dripped on my, the music played, my breasts burned and my legs ached.&nbsp; I jumped and writhed as my legs gave out, the motion jerking the candle about and spattering wax further about my breasts.&nbsp; Back and forth, back and forth the sun rode steadily in the sky.&nbsp; Agonizing minutes were counted out by both the sun and the slowly burning candles.&nbsp; Slowly a glaze of wax built up on my breasts and nipples shielding me from the most intense of pain yet burning me deeply with the built up heat.&nbsp; I whimpered and cried out softly, not begging for mercy but rather the instinctive, clear sounds of pain brought forth by my abused body.&nbsp; Finally after an hour I hung limp and exhausted, my mind burned clear of all through by the intensity of the experience.<br><br>"Laaaaaaaa..."&nbsp; I sang out a single clear not as the flames approached my face.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Fairmont Hotel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EnglishMaster</strong> on <strong>15-01-2013, 22:49:47</strong>
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				He watched, and watched.<br><br>Paulette de Mati.&nbsp; <br><br>The sun on her nude, bound body.&nbsp; Her own words of subjection and enslavement, singing in her head.&nbsp; The pain of her bondage wracking her, the pain of the hot wax on her breasts.&nbsp; <br><br>He watched, and watched.<br><br>Her whimpers, growing, growing, her head dropping, finally her song...<br><br>There came a point where there was nothing to do but fuck her.<br><br>And he moved to her, naked, took the candles from her mouth and flung them away.&nbsp; He struck each of her breasts, hard.&nbsp; Dried and half-dried wax flew and spattered.&nbsp; Her eyes sought out his.<br><br>He entered her.&nbsp; <br><br>He felt the hot sun on his back, and her voice filling his head.&nbsp; All her songs were his.&nbsp; Her body was his.&nbsp; He filled her with his desire, his songs, his wordless songs, his mouth at her mouth, they sang together in her pain and his pleasure. Her screams were his music.&nbsp; The grip of her body was his completion.<br><br><div align="center">*</div><br>Later, cleansed, he left her to rest while he played piano, doodling song ideas, and when he invited her, she essayed harmonies, and little trills.<br><br>He'd phoned reception and found a place that did dress hire.&nbsp; A woman came and measured Paulette.&nbsp; Mati did all of the talking.&nbsp; 'It's for tomorrow.&nbsp; I want black dress shoes for her, and for the dress, something split up one thigh, and with a low back.&nbsp; Black.&nbsp; Do you have...?'<br><br>When the woman had gone he trussed Paulette for a while in a hogtie, and laid her on top of the piano, and teased her nipples and cunt.&nbsp; Then he drank too much champagne and, exhausted, fell asleep on the bed with Paulette, unbound, beside him, all sorts of notes scrawled on her body in his drunkenness.<br><br><div align="center">*</div>&nbsp; <br>The next day he had her play piano herself, and sing him some of the songs she already knew.&nbsp; Her torture was to hang upside down on the balcony, while he dripped hot candle wax between her legs, and she sucked him off.<br><br>Oh and then the woman was there, the couturier or whatever she was, and the dress was ready.&nbsp; He'd washed all the marks off Paulette's body.&nbsp; Tonight he wrote the words in black, just the words of her theme song, <em>Je m'appelle Paulette de Mati</em>, across the expanse of her back that the dress revealed.&nbsp; Soon they were gliding out together.&nbsp; In the elevator he said, 'I'll treat you as a free woman tonight, over dinner.&nbsp; Tell me about your life and what brought you to this.&nbsp; Tell me as much or as little as you want.'&nbsp; And he kissed her, before the doors opened at ground level.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Millennium Slave Law [Fairmont Hotel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>24-01-2013, 10:18:11</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/PauletteAvatar.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">PAULETTE LISETTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong>Fairmont Monte Carlo<br><strong>With:</strong> Her master, Mati Groves<br><strong>Collar Setting: </strong>0<br><br><hr><br>As the torment reached its climax it was fitting that I should summon him with a note.&nbsp; My voice sounded weary but pure and then he came to me.&nbsp; &nbsp;Exhausted and hazy with pain I sought his eyes as he removed the candles.&nbsp; Even the blows of his hand against my breasts were a mercy in a way as the hot wax shattered and peeled off my skin.&nbsp; Red blotches covered my skin where the hot material had burned into my tender flesh.&nbsp; <br><br>Then there was hardness, masculinity as I was once more put upon the rack.&nbsp; This time it was the hardness of a man possessing my body in the most intimate of fashions.&nbsp; Now instead of a display, an external focus Mati had brought me back&nbsp; to the most primitive yet viscerally satisfying of acts.&nbsp; For me it was a completion, a squaring of the circle as the pain ended in pleasure and the satisfaction of his need pulsing erect inside of my softness.&nbsp; <br><br>He took me.&nbsp; I was his.&nbsp; The sun, the pain and the intensity of my thoughts upon the rack had left little behind but the purity of my pain, my shame and guilt and his need.&nbsp; In the moment of our crisis I knew that he would shape me as he did his music and play me as he did with his instruments.&nbsp; I would be a part of his life, an extension and means to transcend mortality as our art flowed into one, just as his seed flowed into me.<br><br>I was complete.<br><br><hr><br>Cleaned, human yet still trembling inside from the experience we simply existed with each other.&nbsp; I found myself fitting him like a glove, the domestic contentment pleasing me, bringing me home like I had not felt since I was a girl.&nbsp; My voice rose and fell like a nightingale as I melded myself into his life, his routine.<br><br>I stood quietly as the woman came to fit me for the dress.&nbsp; I felt a thrill as I was the center of attention, as I would be a means to truly please him in a way that I had not pleased a man since the accident.&nbsp; I could feel his happiness and the new life, the bounce and energy in his words.&nbsp; I nodded and smiled shyly at his works as the woman worked.<br><br>Then he bound me, teased and tormented me as my body became an instrument, a part of his art as much as his piano.&nbsp; My song changed to one of pleasure and yearning as I moaned and pressed against his hand.&nbsp; My cunt, my nipples and the curves of my body were his; soft, womanly curves made to please a man, to fit against and around his hardness.<br><br>He drank, we drank as the champagne flowed.&nbsp; My mind was exhausted and drawn out with the intensity of the day, of the highs and lows, the pain and pleasure and the sense of belonging carried me away.&nbsp; Every inch of my body was covered with scrawls, of brilliant melodies and simple little trills equally.&nbsp; Then I curled up with him as he slept, my own mind racing, tears glistening as I contemplated my fate, the bonds of steel and velvet, pain and pleasure that he had laid about me.&nbsp; And I was content...<br><br><hr><br>The next day stretched out in an endless expanse of sun and sea and clear air.&nbsp; The cry of the gulls and the distant noise of the city set an underlying rhythm that defined her long agony.&nbsp; She felt the burning pain of the wax on the sensitive skin between her legs yet managed to subsume it into worship of the hardness gracing her mouth.&nbsp; The more piercing the pain, the more sensitive and delicate became her tongue.&nbsp; She began to hum her little song, the melody that he had taught to her, the words forming formlessly as she wrapped her lips around his manhood.&nbsp; On and on she sang to him, sang to the pleasure she drew from him even as she sucked his length.<br><br>Dressed and proudly elegant, Paulette was fit to approach the red carpet at Cannes.&nbsp; The black suited her complexion and personality as she made it a statement of the change of her life from one master to another.&nbsp; She turned to him and regarded him silently as the elevator glided to the ground floor.&nbsp; She paused, her regard piercing him as she considered his offer.&nbsp; Finally she gave a brief nod and that a secret little smile.&nbsp; "You have my all Master and yet there is more to be given in return for all that you have done.&nbsp; I will gladly share my life with you as I am prepared to share what I have now.
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