My Online Kink Match Part 9

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woke in the morning feeling absolutely wonderful and an hour earlier than normal on a Sunday. I also had my hand between my legs. As I luxuriated in my bed snuggled under the covers, I thought of last night's events. I was secretly delighted with the praise he had given me and also that he had placed that fourth star back on my bottom. I reveled in it. The punishment had been horrible but I as proud of the way I withstood it. Just thinking about it made me wet between my legs. I was less impressed by my performance under interrogation. I collapsed like a lawn chair when given just a few shocks. I was sure though that telling the truth was the best course of action. There was no reason for me to keep anything from him after all. Now the Barb issue was on the table on the other hand. He had agreed to meet with her and had outlined some of the problems she might pose for our relationship. The central one of course was should we include her or not. When that was decided, then I could come to terms if I was willing to be submissive to her, or insisted she be submissive to me. Both sides had advantages. If she were submissive to me it would mean I would have more control over her actions but it also meant more responsibility I knew. If I were submissive to her on the other hand it meant that our relationship would retain the status It always had which meant she would lead and I would follow. I had always wanted to break free of that in the past. Personally I think it was a foregone conclusion she would join our little party in some form but perhaps I cold place some restraints on it so she could not weasel in on to a great extent and ruin the thing that was right now making life bearable. I would have to think it through. I noticed that when thinking of the interrogation my nipples tingled a little from the *** the shocking night. I used my right hand to pinch them and felt them go erect obediently giving me some pleasure as my left hand dug deeper into my sex, rubbing and caressing myself try to induce a reproduction of the orgasms I had experienced. That was not possible however. I knew I could never reproduce those with some help and some *** and perhaps now that he had brought it out in the open some ***. There must be some part of my brain that seeks *** and *** ***ly. Just thinking about those pictures and videos being available for others to see these day immediately made me excited to the point of raring to go. As a matter of fact thinking of *** at all right now was building my excitement right now. I pressed more firmly looking for some relief. I grimaced when I remembered that I had told him about Barb and I pleasuring each other manually when we were young and providing matching blowjobs to the guys who had picked us up at the country fair. It seemed such a dirty thing to have done. I knew one thing with Barb was that if he joined us she would bring some additional heat with her. She was a crazy slut for sure. I thought about about some of the other crazy things we had done and I got more excited as I remembered how she urged me on even telling me that I really needed to have anal sex because the boys liked the tightness so much of doing it. Now that I had that butt plug in me vibrating I found that it truly was exciting and knew that sooner or later he would ask me to break that barrier as well. Perhaps I was already to do it now. Another thing to think about. As you can tell I obsess over small things like this because I like the emotional excitement it provides to me. In any event I had to admit I had ore orgasms in just a few weeks than I had for many years. I should have put myself out there long before this and obviously I was making up for lost time. Finally release came to me and I started breathing regularly. I got, up and went into the bathroom to get ready for the day.

First up as usual these days was to inspect my bottom and found it was in pretty good shape despite the deep cuts from the whip that were on display. They seemed to be still pretty angry but I was confident with a few days they would die down well. He had done a good job on the fourth star putting it in the right spot. Those would last a long time since he had broken the capillaries inside the lines with the snapping rubber band. The ones on the side of my tits however were almost gone now so I estimated those rubber band marks lasted about a week. Good thing I did not intend to wear a bathing suit any time soon. My nipples were still a little extended from the being enclosed in the castration bands and being clamped with the electrical leads. That would go away by the end of the day I was sure but until then I needed to wear a bra for sure. Inspection over, I got myself ready for church. I showered and forewent the masturbation so I could get things moving in the kitchen sooner. I wanted the kids to have a good breakfast. I was making French toast this morning for them. I put on my makeup and did my hair, then pulled on one of m good dresses. I picked up my cast of Jeans and t-shirt from the floor and into the laundry basket. I put the load in the washer and started breakfast. The kids got up one by one and I fed them and sent them to get ready.

As we left the house I grabbed my test questions and answer key as we left. I would study it while watching baseball games this afternoon sitting on those damn stiff aluminum grandstand seat that dug into my whip wounds.

Family dinner went well and we left early. It was strange that my relations with my family was going better these days. I studied hard while the kids played their games and then we went home for leisurely evening which meant laundry for me and more folding clothes. Not to worry however since I was able to think thing over while folding clothes.

Monday dawned and my bruises were down as well. The Whip wounds seemed to be healing faster than I thought but my bottom was still that sickly yellowish green over all. I was sure it would look much better on Tuesday. I fended off Barb's questions at lunch just because I was not really ready to deal with the drama. I did tell her that I got punished badly due to m poor test answers and would have to go through it again this coming Saturday. I also remarked that we had obviously settled into a routine and Tuesday and Saturday nights seemed to be our thing. She pressed me again if I ha mentioned and I finally broke down and told e that she could meet him but I did not know how he felt about it at all. I told her I would ask him about it tomorrow when I saw him. I saw the glint in her eye like she had won a prize. I also told her I would not be at lunch the next day but would on Wednesday. I did not tell her why but I mention it since it also got me wondering what “Humility Day” was going to be like.

Tuesday started out like most but did not end that way at all. I put a casserole out for the oldest to put in the oven at five so the kids could eat at six. I also left a note for them to do the dishes, not wait up for me and that I would eat out that night. Work was going well for me that day and I left at 11 am to head home as fast as I could. I went into the house and took the outfit out of my lowest drawer where I had hid it along with the saddle shoes and knee socks. I checked my makeup to sure it was heavy and as sexy as I could make it and then headed up to the front of the house to wait for him. Good thing I did things fast because he rolled up just a minute later. I ran out of the house like a little school girl (I was not wearing the outfit yet) and clambered into the car and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Conversation was succinct as we drove.
“Where are we going”
“You will see when we get there. It is about a 30 minute drive.”
“I talked with Barb this morning.”
“And”
“I think we should include her if you agree after meeting her.”
“OK -have you made the decision on if you are top or bottom?”
“I want to top her!” I surprised myself by being so definite.
“Ok, it is your decision, your journey, your adventure and your relationship. I will have to buy you some things to wear and I will counsel you on what I want you to do. Of course you will remain fully submissive to me and you will pay a price for your decision.”
“I know it. Now really, where are we going”
“I told you that you will see?”
“What did you mean by calling today Humility Day?”
“It means we are going to humble you a little bit today. You will like it and you will be excited. I won't be easy for you though but it will make you really horny by the end of the day.”
“Come on, give me a hint.”
“Stop nagging me or I will stop the car and spank you!”

We drove on in silence for a while and I recognized that we were heading down some of the old routes towards the biggest city near us. It is a pretty big city for around here where mostly it is small towns and cities and small communities. The city is where we all fo for cultural events, good restaurants, good clubs and things like that when we want entertainment. Even so the route we were taking was on a highway but the old North South route which runs through the country. It is called a highway but is really more of better paved road lined with farms,trees, and countryside. I started to get a better feel of where we were going and was able to pick out that I had gone this was a while back when going to a party for a girl at work who was getting married. About a dozen of us had gone out drinking the night before the wedding and had drinks, male strippers and gag gifts. I started to wonder if we were heading to the same place. Sure enough, we pulled in a few minutes later to the Honey Be Bar which is really the only strip club in the area. The boys in high school used to sneak in here when I was in school. It was that old. It is a run down place but pretty nice in side, secluded and has some kind of understanding that as long as things don't get out of hand, the police don't bother them. Thursday nights and Sunday afternoon are women's nights and feature male strippers hence why we went here for the bride. The other days and nights (closed Sunday night) are for regular strippers. Fridays they have amateur night. It is usually a pretty rough crowd with the exception of Thursday nights and Sunday afternoons I am told. When he parked the car and made to get out I asked “What are we doing here”
“Oh, I got you a job for today.”
“What?”
“Oh, don't do that. You agreed as per our agreement.”
“So what do I have to do?”
“Well first, you have to interview with the manager. I guess I should tell you that he might ask you for a blowjob. If he does, just tell him I set you and I already paid your work fee.”
I am sure my eyes were wide.
“A blowjob”
“yeah but I paid the fee. You don't have to give him one. They make the girls here pay and independent fee to work. It helps pay for the bills. A lot of the girls pay in kind since many of them are in desperate shape by the time they land here. Don't worry, your fee is paid. I paid it. No blowjob. Just tell him who you are, that you are Anna, and he will remember it.”
He got out of the car, came around and opened my door, took my arm and kind of pulled me out of the car by the arm – not angrily or violently but rather firmly like he expected me to go along with it. I did.
“So what do I have to do in there?”
“Oh you are just one of the girls. You all do the same thing. They have some girls that are regulars and then time to time they hire girls for a day or so. You will just be working until six o'clock. Don't worry. You may not like it but you are going to love it when you are done. Oh, I need your phone before we go in.”


e got to the door and obviously they were just opening up since the cashier was just setting up inside the double doors. They have a cash box and a chair for him to sit on while he collects the cover. He asked for the cover but my guy just told him “We are here to see Old Joe. She is working today.” We were ushered through the next door and through what seemed like a blanket hangin down from the a door frame. Inside was a long bar down the left side as we got in . IN the center on the far side was an oval stage that extended out into the middle of the place where guys could sit around the stage with drinks. To the back was a DJ box and some lighting stages. They even had a little disco ball going with lights flashing around the entire area. I was kind of guided towards an area along the back where the there was obviously a dressing area and a small office section. We stopped at the door marked manager. He knocked and when a voice called out “Come in” he opened the door and kind of pushed me forward, shutting the door behind me.

I probably looked like an owl since I came from the dark into the light. I saw a small man sitting behind a desk, smoking a cigar with his feet on his desk. At least he spoke English.
“Hey girlie, do your have your fee or do I pull my zipper down?”
“I'm Anna. I was told my fee has already been paid.”
“Oh sure, I remember. We get so many girls coming through it is hard to remember everything. Your new to this I know. So here is what you need to know. You get five sets. You have your own costume?”
I nodded and said “Yes.”
“Good, Hillary will come to get you in a minute and show you the set up, the dressing area and go over the rules and how to get your songs up and on stage. As I said five sets. Each set gives you four songs so you have to be done by the end of the fourth song. You get to keep any *** put in your g-string and any *** left on the stage. After you are done you get one lap around the area to give lap dances. You $20 per lap dance. If you go into the back room private time you take a key from the bar and the tender will drop the tag into your cup. Private time is $50 per trip and you get half and we keep the rest. If you get tipped to get to keep it. We do not ask what happens in the back. If we get raided , which has not ever happened that I know of, the lights will start to flicker on and off. Just be sure you are not doing anything bad if someone opens the door. No one has ever been busted here. If you get guys to buy you champagne, you get five dollars a drink or 10 dollars a bottle. We keep the difference. Remember, only a 20 minute lap after you dance. Then you start waitressing. Keep your top off for the lap and the waitressing. Keep any tips you get and put the bills in your g-string. You must keep your string on at all times except on stage when it comes off by the end of the fourth song. Pretty simple. Any questions? Ahhh, here is Hillary. She can answer anything you need.” I heard the door ope behind me and a 35 or so woman walked in. I was a little bewildered to say the least.
“Hi, I am Hillary.” and she put out her hand for a shake.
“Anna” as we shook hands.
“Come with me”
As I walked behind through the door, the guy yelled after me that he would be watching the first set to make sure everything was going ok. I shut the door as he was talking yet.
“Don't mind him” Hillary said. “He is actually Ok. He just wants to make sure you don't do anything illegal. So he went over the basics. Here is the DJ spot. You can go through the recordings to pick your songs, Just give him the numbers next to the songs you want. The bar is over there and the keys to the private rooms are at the end of the bar. When you bring the key back to the bartender he will give you your cut if you go to a private room. This is the dressing room here, you come him' here, dress fast since all of us share it. You wont have time to do much else than put on the outfit, give your songs to the DJ, and then go one stage when they start. Pretty simple. Entrance to the stage is right over there. Where is your outfit?”
“Oh...”
Just then he appeared with my outfit I hand and handed it to me.
“Right here I guess.”
“Ok, so when you waitress just leave your top off, You get better tips. Take your g-string off and pull it up without putting your legs in the holes so it is just like an elastic band under your skirt. Always keep your skirt on while you are in the bar. That make it legal. That way someone can get under your skirt, cop a feel and put some bills in your elastic band as tips. I stay out of the private rooms. It is not worth it. Blowjobs the guys pay like 50 bucks and a fast fuck is usually a hundred. You can make more by just allowing them to feel you and tip you. Try to keep a smile on your face no matter what you feel. The bartender is fast o just wait for the drinks they order. Mot of them just drink beer or whiskey anyway. It will be dead here for a couple of hours until about three and work ends. We have a charity run coming in today so that is why we have extra girls like you on today. We have 4 normal on the day shift but we take on another couple for special days like to day. “What is a charity run?”
“Oh, the Road Rangers have a Charity run every three months ad today is the day. They may look like a rough crowd but really they are just wannabes. Some bring their girlfriends and wives with them and they are rougher than the guys. You can expect some of them to get on the stage. If you are up there, just let them. It is better to be lap dancing, hostessing or waitressing anyway. More tips since the guys can get handsy and tip you well. If any fights break out, just get near the bar. The bouncer will protect you. If their women fight, just let them. It is quite a show. We just let them go at it. Lots of hair pulling, clothes splitting and stuff like that. Pretty entertaining.”
“Any Questions?”
I was pretty numb by now and looked at him. He was grinning like a cheshire cat. I figured that was a challenge to me. I wish Barb was here now. This was her kind of thing and not mine but he grinned me into it. “Nope. I think I got from here on” I said gamely. “Oh wait, how do I know when I go on?”
“One of the regulars in charge of order. She will come up to you about 15 minutes before show time. Then you change into your outfit, choose your songs, and start working. Until then, just go look through the songs, get to know the DJ, and then you can waitress until you are notified. Just stay dressed for right now. No one comes in until about 1230 so we won't start dancing until then.” I glanced at my watch and saw I had about 20 minutes. I figured I knew enough to make it through until I was done. I saucily looked at him and then went over to the DJ station to look through the songs.

I introduced myself to the DJ and he said his name was Andy. He told me to just fill out the slips he made out with the numbers for the songs with my name at the top. He would make an announcement when he put my first song on. Then he asked what kind of outfit I would be wearing and I told him schoolgirl. He said write that along side your name as well. I decided to get ahead of the game a little and delay having to waitress for a minute or two and picked out 20 songs and wrote them on the slips along with Anna and Schoolgirl on the top. The DJ winked at me and said “Smart Girl. You can put those in your waist band and not waste any time at the DJ station when you could be dancing or waitressing. You will make more *** that way. Smart girl.” I think he was something of imbecile.

The late lunch crowd or perpetually unemployed were starting to arrive. I introduced myself to the bartender and started to take orders. As stated, most of them simply ordered beers which were easy to remember or straight drinks, most Whiskey. I got a few one dollar tips I stuffed into the back pockets of my Jeans. The dancers started and one of the regulars came up to me and said “Fif*** minutes Anna.” I delivered the drinks, pocketed my tip and headed for the dressing area. I say area since it was just really a room where the door was covered with a blanket and just a little larger than a closet. When I went in another girl was just finishing getting her outfit on which consisted mostly of spangles covering skimpy clothes. I guessed she owned one of those Spangler things. She nodded at some hooks where I could hang my clothes and said “Don't worry, no one ever steals here. You can leave your *** in your pockets if you want.” I figured she had done this before but was not one of the regulars given her costume. She probably did this to supplement her income or lack of it. Thinking for a minute given the tips I already had, perhaps I should think of doing that as well since the tips were tax free and I already made more than I make in half a day.

I quickly dressed in my schoolgirl outfit including shoes and socks and figures I would leave those on for the afternoon. He had gotten me a black thong and a black bra in my size so that it showed up through my blouse. I looked pretty good in the full length mirror and I figured I was in good company and that no one had anything on me. I left the room with my jeans, t-shirt, panties and bra behind me on hooks. I pulled out one of the 5 sheets of songs I had pre-prepared and gave it to the DJ as I went by towards the stage steps. He winked at me and said “Good luck this afternoon” I winked at him as well, feeling pretty damn sexy, and said “Lets hope for a big crowd.” As long as I was going to do this, I figured I might as well do it well.

I saw the old man Joe at the back, good to his word watching the dancers. Hillary came by and added “He would be there until he was sure things were going ok for all of the girls and then would retire to his office to get drunk and hope some girl would come in and give hi a BJ.”

About then the girl on stage was finishing up, collecting some *** on the stage and I watched as she put her thong back on and put her *** into the elastic strap. Good lord, with these few customers she had probably an hour of of what I make for just 10 or 15 minutes of dancing. She came by, “Said “Hi” and showed me how to put her thong on with out putting her legs in the holes for them. Then she whispered “First time, right? Good luck!”
I heard my name announced “And now here is Schoolgirl Anna and it was showtime for me.

I walked up the stairs to the stage and tried to remember what dance moves I had. They had a pole up there I could use a little to swing around but mostly the other girls had gone up, stripped down fast and did shows for the guys nearest the stage. They had all made sure to spread their legs wide and they wriggled and shook on the floor or bent over showing the customers everything that they have. I had figured that the customers called it showing pick since they shouted it at the girls for encouragement. I figured to go a little slower but also knew with a limited amount of stage time it would probably be more profitable to show as much as possible as long as possible.

I was overthinking as usual. I thought that Barb should be here since this is kind of thing. I had no plan as I walked on the stage. The lights were bright into m eyes reminding me of last night. I could not see the audience but I could hear them cat calling at me wanting me to get started. Suddenly I decided that if I wanted to do well then that meant to make as many tips as possible. At the same time I realized my angry purple welts from Saturday night were still highly visible and a brainstorm came to me at the same time my pussy got really wet with excitement of being so humiliated. What is it that people want to happen to naughty schoolgirls? They want them spanked. I decided to act like I was a schoolgirl getting disciplined. So I outed and then bent down like I was assuming the punishment position and suggestively spanked my ass with one of my hands. Then I pulled my skirt up over my back exposing my bare ass and cunt to the crowd. I wondered if they could see I was wet already and I knew that I was well exposed to them. I acted like I was in *** as I spanked my ass with my hand. All I lacked was a cane to make it even more realistic. When the song was done and I had turned to each section of the crowd. I pouted as the second song came on and then reluctantly removed my blouse so that everyone could see the black bra and I did it slowly to rouse their attention as it looked like I was reluctant to expose myself so much. I had turned to face the crowd as I did that and then turned away from the them and reluctantly removed my bra covering my tits with my arms as I turned back to face them again. Then I pouted as though listening to a command again and reluctantly lifted my arms up and put them behind my head so that my tits were full exposed. I turned around a couple of times slowly to give everyone a great look at me before I leaned over to touch my toes again with my tits hanging down and again flipped my skirt up onto my back exposing my rear end. Finally I turned away from the crowd and again bent over, flipped up my skirt and spanked myself a few times before lovingly trace the welts out with my pointing finger along my ass, the crowd was going wild by this time and I must admit that I was feeling pretty good and I also fully admit the crowd was not very large – perhaps about 20 men. So the wildness was not full throated. Finally for the last song I got on my knees with my skirt up on my back and exposed my ass at nearer range to each of the guys at the stage edge and made sure that I exposed myself by spreading my knees out as fully as I could. I was showing pick to the crowd and loving their response. I was also starting to get wet enough that it was obvious that I was excited. When I stood up again, I dropped the skirt to the ground, stepped out of it and again bent over, turning around slowly so that each person had a great look at my naked body except for the knee socks and shoes. I didn't count the thong which I had tucked together more like an elastic band around my stomach. The song ended and I got pretty good ***tered applause and plenty of men were reaching up to me as went around the stage and tucking bills into my thong. Also there was a ***tering of bills put up on the stage edge as well and I blew kisses at each of the guys who had put them there as I picked them up and tucked them into my makeshift thong pouch. Most of the guys looked pretty happy. I glanced at Joe in the back of the room and saw he was smiling and then I glanced at him. He was sitting at the bar corner nursing a beer and he gave me fin and a thumbs up. My first turn was done. As I came off the stage I noticed that most of the men were business men or at least I thought so since they were mostly in suits and ties. I got off the stage and walked to the far end so I could make my lap around the place. I put my skirt back on and left my tits to the wind. As I passed the dressing room I put my *** into my jeans pocket and my blouse on the hook. Then I walked back into the fray. I got to the far end of the bar and started to work the tables asking if anyone wanted a lap dance and when guys were interest I was asking if they wanted to buy a girl a drink. I hit pay dirt with one lap dance to a scruffy guy at a table. While I danced for him I lowered my ass over him and raised up my skirt a little and I felt him trace my welts on my thighs and ass with his finger. When the song moved on he gave me twenty whichI put in my thong. I was up quite a bit for this little bit of work making more *** here than I did at my real job. The next table was three businessmen and they bought me a glass of champagne which I went to get from the bartender and collected my little five dollar chip out of the ten I gave to him. That chip went into the thong as well and I would collect it at the end of my shift. I sat with the guys for a moment sipping my small glass of champagne as they copped feel of my body and one of the guys slipped his hand under my skirt and actually fingered me a little giving him a big thrill I guess since he gave me a twenty dollar tip. The other two provided a couple of fives. $35 from that one table and a little feel of my tits and a finger in my cunt. This was easy ***. No wonder the girls come here to dance. As I made my lap and about another $80 the place started to fill slowly. The first of the bikers came in as a group. These were mostly older guys who were likely retired. I suspect they rode as a small section of the larger group. Many of them had their older wives with them. As I waitressed the table of about 10, the wives did not stop their men from roaming their hands on my body as I passed them or served them. I made sure I stuck my tits in each of the old guys faces as I served them. I was surprised the old gals did not even indicate they cared at all instead smiling at me and one winked at me as her husband got under my skirt as though she knew what was going on in my mind. That alone was kind of a turn on. I wondered if she had done something like this when she was younger and was living vicariously through me. I served a couple more tables and then things slowed down as far as drinks went and the dancers continued. I tucked all my tips away in the thong. Those bills would be smelling a little like fish when it was all over I thought. Since there was a lull in the action I went by to chat with him at the end of the bar and thrust my tits at him. He dropped his hand under my skirt and checked to see if I was wet. I was really wet and he ran his finger along my slit. The cheap bastard only gave me a one. I slapped him lightly on the face when he did that and he laughed at me knowing I meant it as a joke since it was so light. I smiled at him as he said “I see you are enjoying this” and I gave him a smirk as I shook my head no. I was feeling really saucy and it had been a long time since I felt this way. It was great to be the center of attention and I suddenly realized this is how Barb must feel when she does things like this. I had a better understanding now.

I saw another group of riders come in and hurried over to be the one waitressing their table. The tables were assigned as first come, first serving. This was a more middle aged group ad they had wives and I assume girlfriends as well. All of the looked wind blown from riding. I moved a little bit more carefully around these folks since they were more about my age and also because I got a couple of hostile stares from what I assumed were girlfriends who thought I might be threatening their stakes. I was careful to be accessible for the men but no flaunting it and got out un***hed with nice but not over generous tips from this group. Some singles and small groups were coming now and I was busy going from table to table to check on drinks and I hurried like a good maid would. I was fondled countless times and fingered more than once. Quite often the men would trace the welts on my ass commenting by saying things like “Well you must have been real naughty.” or I guess you deserved it.” I would coyly demurely insist I was a good girl. I thought I was playing them right since my tips were increasing. This was easy *** but of course I remembered this was a special group and day he had set up. I was given a fif*** minute notice and I retired to the dressing room and then dropped my dance slip at the DJ station. Now I had a few minutes to think and realized just how worked up I really was. If I was not careful I worried that I might start oozing again like I had when I was caned. I certainly did not want to expose that and the thought of it just made me excited. As I said, I tend to overthink things. To keep my mind off it I tried to plan my dance moves but that didn't help either. Finally I got on the stage again and went into my routine which was similar to what I had done before. I had dropped off my tip *** when I went to the dressing room and it was a good thing I did since the *** flowed as I finished my routine and the applause was much greater since the place was filling up. Now big groups of guys started coming in, mostly younger and I assumed these were the real working men. The ones before had been middle managers or retired. These were guys in their thirties and below. They had good looking girlfriends and wives with them and as I went through my lap around the place, one of the other girls who was waitressing warned me to be careful now. Didn't I know it. These wives and girlfriends were giving me openly hostile glares when their men started to fondle me or try to get below my skirt. They did not try to stop it but they did not like it. This group was a little lower in their tips and I only got one drink offer and that was with a group of single men. Then I was again fondled and groped and walked away with both a chip for the drink and some hefty tips. I stopped looking at the size of the bills since it really didn't matter. I gave everyone the same service of a smile and a wink or a giggle or a little slap on the hand whatever size bill they passed to me. Several guys who had seen me dance wanted to run their hands across my bottom to feel the welts or weals or whatever you call whip marks and I let them all. Most also gave me a little tickle between my legs and their fingers came away wet and I bet each one thought I was wet for him. I was reveling in the attention and he was at the corner of the bar and reveling in me getting tons of attention. I was turning in to an attention whore just like Barb. About four o'clock the last of the riders came in and the place was packed. The girls and I could scarcely walk around among the crowd I was getting groped from all directions. When I bent over to serve drinks I would also be getting guys under my skirts from other tables. Often I felt two or more hands on my bottom on in my crotch touching me. My tits were fondled just as much but I stayed away from those younger than fourties tables where the wives and girlfriends were so hostile. When I did my fourth set I didn't get through it since a girl from one of those tables ended up taking my place on stage. I simply took Hillary's advice, collected my tips and walked off. She was right. Tips were better in the audience anyway. Fro then on things started to get wild. Several girls were up on stage taking their clothes off with the men cat calling to their girlfriends and wives. Sure enough a fight broke out between two wives and they were pulling hair and clothes off each other as they wrestled around on the floor near the bar. I had to be careful not to get too close when I was running drinks back to the tables. Thank goodness everything was cash only since I doubt anyone could run a credit card or a bill in this mayhem. Obviously this was old hat to the regular workers. The bouncers only stepped in when the two husbands or boyfriends stepped up to each other to defend their wives and they were unceremoniously thrown out. Their women followed them out cursing and spitting at each other and half clothed as well. Meanwhile I just kept running drinks, responding to the rare lap dance request and getting no champagne sit downs.
I did get several requests to go back to the private rooms but directed them to other girls who were plying that trade. I had no interest in it unless my guy decided he wanted to go there and even then I wouldn't be sure. I would go but I wouldn't have liked it. Finally there was a real fight over in the corner near where he was sitting. He was not a part of it and sat calmly while the guys beat each other silly and smashed a few stools before the bouncers got them out. I glanced at my watch and saw my time here was fast coming to an end. I caught his eye and he motioned me to come over to him. “Time to cash out.” he said. I nodded and made a beeline as I saw some new girls were coming in to work the crowd. I grabbed my chips for the champagne and cashed them with the bartender. I started to walk out but he stopped me and said, wait there is more. I was a little confused but he stopped at the cashier and said “She needs her wages.” The guy casually ***led out several bills and handed them to me and I put them into my stash of bills in thong. We were in such a hurry I still did not have my blouse on so I pulled it on with out my bra. I carried it, my jeans, t-shirt and thong against my chest. When he opened the door for me, he stopped me from getting in and instead reached into the car and pulled out a small plastic bag from which he produced my butt plug and the combination clitoris stimulator and dildo. “Put these in. You are driving.” He walked me over to the other side of the car and I pulled my skirt up enough to insert the plugs. I saw he had the remotes in his hand. When he shut the door, I pulled my stash out and stared at it. I knew if was over a thousand dollars for sure just thinking back. When he got in I said “Do you get some of this?”
“No, why would I want it. You worked for it. It is all yours.” I carefully put all the bills in my jean back pocket.

“Now drive” he said. “We have one more stop.”
he directed me onto the highway to head back towards home and I wondered what this stop would be.
“So what did you think”
“I think I had a great time although I wasn't so sure at the beginning.”
“Good. I was sure you would but that confirms it.”
We chatted as I drove and talked about how much fun it was to watch the fighting and how scared and humiliated I had been. I told him about the guys wanting to run their fingers along my ass which made them excited.”
“Oh I know all about that. I love to run my hand on your ass after I spank it or cane it or whatever. It really turns me on.”
“Do you know why?”
“ I know I like having power over you that you give me. It is like a gift to me and it makes me think you like me and it as well.”
I thought that over but had no answer.
“Do you think I would like having power over Barb? And do you think Barb would be able to like it as well?”
“I have not met her yet but I suspect from what you told me she would love it.”
“Well then I think we should include her in our scene and give me that power. Will I like it?”
“I think you will but I think I have to be careful of how much attention I give her. I think you will be an attention whore for me and if I cross a line, you will not like that.”
“I think you are right.”
We drove on for a few minutes in silence.
“You know I am meeting Barb for lunch tomorrow in our usual place and I think if you can,you should come as well so you can meet her. Are you free?”
“I am always free for you. Of course I will be there, just give me the time and place. I will show up a little early and get us a table out of the way so we can talk to her. Better let me do most of the talking though.”
“Ok, you do the talking. I will mostly listen.” I agreed.
He pushed the buttons on the remotes and I felt my loins start to stir up and get even more excited than I already was.
“When you and Jimmy Sharp were driving around in the car with Barb and her boyfriend did he finger you in the back seat?”
I was breathing heavily and trying to concentrate on the road but I managed to say “Jimmy was my first blowjob, it was some guy named Johnny that I did the double blowjob with Barb.”
“Oh, Jimmy was the first and Johnny was the second one?”
“I didn't say that. I said Jimmy was the first blowjob I gave and Johnny was the one I gave when Barb was with me in the car.”
“So from that I guess there were blowjobs in between?”
“Oh yeah” I replied. “A lot of them”
“Well ok then, did Johnny finger you while you were riding?
“Yes while I was riding with him and while I was blowing him.”
“I see. Did that excite you?”
“Well before he fingered me I had to give him a hint by sucking on his middle finger before he finally got into my pants. So yes I guess you could say I was excited.”
“How about when you were blowing him. Did he excite you then as well.”
“Oh yes!”
“Good then perhaps you will have some memories from tonight as he turned the vibrator intensity up and adjusted it to intermittent on each device just to tease me.
A moment he said “Slow down. We are coming up to the turn. Go slowly so you can see it, right here on the left, take this left onto the dirt road.”
We traveled down the dirt road for a ways into a forest and then he stopped us where there was a turn off with a No Trespassing sign on a gate. He got out, turned the vibrator a little higher and opened up the gate before getting back into the car and said “Ok drive.” We drove back until there was another turn off on the right and we stopped in a little turn around area off the dirt road. “Shut of the car”

I was panting when I asked “Where are we?”
“Oh just a little piece of land I own. I had my first blowjob right here and I intend to get another tonight. Just remember that you cannot come until I give you permission.”
I said “Ok.” as I bent over to unzip him. I bent over him and tried to give him the best blowjob I ever gave but he kept fooling around the with the remote getting me hotter and hotter. I felt like he was trying to edge me very close to night for some reason. He was not fast in cumming and I was not sure I could wait for him as he turned the devices up to a higher level and kept me rising. I was doing my very best to make him cum before me but was starting to lose control when he finally said “You have permission.”
I came in a rush and at the same time he exploded down my throat, in my face, on my face and also on my tits. I eagerly swallowed as I came at the same time. I felt the rush of orgasm and felt my cunt tighten on the dildo and my ass on the plug as I did. When I finally calmed down his dick was still nest to my mouth and I sucked on it a little to clean him up. I was a mess. He made me slurp up his cum when he found it on my face and body. He turned the interior light on to make his inspection of my face and tits finding small drops all over the pace. Then he held my head in his lap while I settled down. I was getting very dark by now and I was uneasy being out I the woods. There were a lot of sounds and I heard an owl hoot , crickets, and other noises. They were very soothing and I fell asleep half naked with my tits out, my skirt up and his dick next to my face.

I woke up a little later when he lightly shook me and said “Wake up little Suzy. It is going on nine o'clock and I need to get you home for curfew. I changed quickly into my jeans and t-shirt with the wad of bills in the back pocket. He handed me my phone and said “Don't forget to upload your photos to the site.” I certainly would not do that and risk punishment for it again I assured him. We traded sides while I changed and put the devices in the plastic bag. He would clean them up when he got home he said. We drove back to my house and I realized I knew almost nothing about this guy who so excited me. I figured that was ok though since we had lots of time. We went over our plan for the next day with Barb. He double checked the time and place and made a voice note on his phone so he would not forget the information.

When he dropped me off he gave me a small kiss on the lips and I realized we had not done much kissing before. I wondered what that meant and I realized I was overthinking again. As I walked up to the house, I thought at least I didn't have to check my body tonight since there was no impact training. Only the oldest was up when I came in and he waved to me as I walked by him in the living room. He was playing a video game as I walked into my bedroom.

I was tired again but a different kind of tired. I dropped my jeans and t-shirt on the floor. I took out the wad of bills and wondered what I should do with it. I decided I would save most of it but would take out a fairly large chunk of it and take the kids to one of those adventure places with rides and stuff for a little day vacation before school started. It had been a while since they had something special done for them. The rest I would save for an emergency which always seemed to crop up for me. I was on a really tight budget and always worried about ***. This would help. I counted out the bills and sorted the into piles of ones, fives ,tens, twenties and the two fifties I had been given. There was even a one hundred dollar bill. It was a huge windfall for me and almost two thousand dollars. It was huge for me.

Then I carefully put the *** away to hide it. I would go to the bank tomorrow and plan out our little day vacation. I went into the bathroom and looked at myself out of habit. My butt still have the whip stripes very visible but the rest was just faded bruises that were all but gone. My stars could still be seen on my butt but my breasts were clean again with no stripes or bruises. My nipples were erect from all the pinching and fondling still. It is amazing how fast I heal. I could still taste him in my mouth and I enjoyed that so much I almost did not brush my teeth. I made sure to shave before my shower so that I was as soft as a babies butt on my crotch. As I shaved carefully I could see the dried cum I had gushed out of me when he came. Then I showered up and got ready for bed. Again, I slept deeply. I was amazed that I felt so good with no tenseness in my body. Things were finally going my way for once. My last thought for the night was that he was so much better than Jimmy or Johnny.