My Online Kink Match Part 13

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When I woke in the morning I was feeling very refreshed. I had slept deeply. As I came slowly awake if went over the events of the night before reveling in the fact that I now owned a slave- well perhaps that was not quite accurate since she was just submissive to me – but still a submissive best friend. We had chatter about how we would interact with her and I had accepted that perhaps Wednesday nights would be best for her low impact training. He would help me at first but then I would be on my own after she was settled in. That way she would have healing time before Punishment nights. That meant that things would be rushed around the hose but with school starting, it would be fine. I made a note in my mind of things I had to go over with her today when she came over this afternoon. We were skipping dinner with my family today so I could spend the afternoon getting Barb straightened out. I wondered how she was faring since she had taken quite a beating last night and I resolved she would be tired after my sessions with her. I had my new questions and the old ones as well. She would have some studying to do. Barb did even less well than I did in high school and did not attend even community college. In my mind I went over the things that must be handled today such as getting her measurements, setting up her profile, uploading the pictures and videos from last night, and how I was going to monitor her online activities. I decided I would just have a sign in for her account so I could watch what she was doing. We had also discussed activities for her and he had decided that she would have a session at the Honey Be like I had when there was special night. He had mentioned that there was always a special Halloween Night function where they locked the doors and things really got wild. Of course I would be expected to attend as well and perform as well with her. Just the thought of that had my hand creeping between my legs. He also wanted to her to go through regular school sessions like I did. Much was left to my discretion however. She was my sub but she was subject to his whims as well. I was going to train her as a Mistress. He had also told me to think carefully about how to reward her and to punish her. I had to find ways to limit her attention to punish her and reward her with attention. She was after all an attention whore. I had to remember to upload my own photos and videos as well. He had wondered if there some ways to fully use her for our gain and I had come up with some ideas to run past him. Certainly we might think about her monetizing content. Plenty of girls did these days. Of course we had to make sure she was the primary profiteer of it. Fair was fair. I thought about how we might get someone else involved to do the work we did not know how to do or lacked skills to do. I was sure there were some young guys who might volunteer to produce stuff for us, take pictures or video or whatever. It was all in the planning stages in my mind and like I usually do I was over thinking too far in advance. But still, having my best friend as my slave was an exciting prospect. Oh, and I had to get her to fill out her spreadsheet for the kink list like I had. We needed to know her limits. I brainstormed how I would make her dance under the cane. Certainly she would learn how to sing and dance proficiently. My hand moved excitedly under the covers and I felt the tension I felt get relieved shortly. It was not as good as the ones last night but good enough to get me up out of bed.

I explored my body and saw that things were actually pretty mild in view of what I had been through the last few weeks. I took my shower and dressed slowly. We did not skip church. Instead I sat my butt on those hard pews and groaned a little as I stood for hymns and prayers. We went to the early service and the kids were all outside in the sunshine enjoying their last days of summer. I remembered to send my request into him although we had settled the issue of schedule. I still had to make the request, get informed of my trade off and get special instructions from him. That was mandatory. I could not assume anything. I sent it off and told him I would be ready at 1130 am on Tuesday at my house to be picked up. I had to be home by 9 pm.

He came back shortly and told me he wold pick me up and drive me to where we were going. I was to expect several Amazon packages over the next few days for my use. I wondered wha surprises they would bring. Barb arrived precisely on time at 1pm. The kids had finished lunch and I sent the off with the oldest to the little beach in a park near out town. They were to be home no later than 6pm. That would give us plenty of time to do what we needed to do. She hobbled in with a look of “What have I done?” on her face. She eagerly grabbed the wine and sat ***fully in a chair at the table I had decided we needed to get her information to him first so I made her go over the spreadsheet of kinks that I had reproduced for her and had her answer yes, no or maybe to all of them. When she did that, I peppered with questions o her sizes for clothes, shoes, jewelry and stuff. She rapidly went through the spreadsheet stuff and I was a little amazed on how fast she went since it had taken me quite a while. Instead, she had accepted most of the kinks as yes. She was a lot more experienced than me and wilder as well., but I carefully questioned her on a lot of stuff to make sure she understood that he would expect these as limits and not suggestions. In the end, her limits were very sparse except for those limits almost no one wanted to approach like permanent marks, and things almost no girl agreed to. Even some of the most degrading things she had said maybe. I felt I had done my best and sent all of the information to him. I also told her that from now on,Wednesday would be her low impact training night and that I would be doing the training for her and expected her to respect my authority whether he was there or not.

We went over the rules I had come up. I would be consulted on any date she would go on. I had veto power if I wanted to use it. She would call me M'am. I went over her list of limits again and reminded her that she was subject to anything she had marked as yes and when she requested her sessions from me that I could pick a maybe or something we had not done as the trade off and she agreed. When all of that was settled, we started on her profile. I told her I would retain her password and would monitor her interactions with others online. She was not to answer chats or messages without me reading them and approving of her interaction and that it was for her own safety. I would approve any requests from other for access to her private gallery. I would also be the only one to approve the pictures in her public profile. She must bring her phone to each session to be videoed and photographed so that she would know she had control of her exposure and that files would not be thrown to the wind. She agreed to all of those conditions

We filled in her profile pretty lightly at first so we could just test the waters. Her profile came back, as I expected they would when she answered as fully submissive, a slave, and quite high in all of the submissive areas. I left off some of the more radical things she had agreed to and pushed the to maybes just so she didn't attract too much attention right off the bat. Then we uploaded the best of the photos and videos from the night before into her private gallery. I selected a few of the ore modest ones of her naked but not showing genitalia for her public pictures and also selected a few that show some modest bruises and welts. Again, I didn't want to get swamped with all the bod boys out there. I warned her again not to answer comments on her pictures or from chats. She had to be careful or she would get wrapped up with the fake accounts, bots and other scammers. She agreed she would be good. I expected she would not but she would be after I got done with her. I wrote her description of herself and while I tried to keep it own, I made sure that people knew she was a wild one. We went through the questions they asked and I put in some of her escapades on what she had already experienced but left it a little vanilla so she had some room to wriggle in. I also added in that she was currently owned but would be available for couples or single men and women. I put a special note in that if couples wanted to participate they must agree to both of us to be present and participate as well. I simply made a note that both he and I were dominant in nature although I could be a switch if desired. By the time we were done, Barb had drunk a couple of glasses of wine and was a little tipsy. She kept exclaiming that she had never been so excited in her life and how much she appreciated her being included with us. I reminded her several times that she was under probation and if she slipped up, she would be out. He of course had the final say. Finally I asked her how she wanted this to be billed and sent the profile in. It did not take long to get verified and she was public. Then it took a short time and the responses started to pile in. As I expected, even with just a few pictures public, many of the guys were requesting access to the private gallery. I turned them all down much to her disappointment. She got dick pictures in response in her messages to her, and lots of crude comments on her pictures with lots of pleading for her to message the senders. It was astounding how fast the responses in and I wondered if perhaps I had been too open but it was all water over the damn regardless. I again warned her not to respond to any one until I had checked them out and read her response. This was going to be harder than I thought.

While the notifications were coming in rapidly, I took her into my bathroom and had her strip down so I could look at how badly she still was. I checked her breasts first and daw I had done a good job on her. The sun rays radiating out of her nipples were highly visible and her nipples were still well swollen from the pepper juice. As I lifted up each breast by the nipple she groaned and complained. I examined under her breasts and saw she would have those same complaints as her breasts jiggled under her shirt. She would remember that night for several days yet. I felt a swell of pride in my workmanship. I made her put her hands behind head as I did all of this and could see the stripes on her armpits and alongside the breasts from the switches I had used. I felt that was good inspiration from me. I felt along them and could still feel the raised welts. I pinched the nipples hard as I held her breasts up and was rewarded with another loud groan. The tops of the breasts were well striped as well. She would not be going to the beach anytime soon but then I remembered I was dealing with an attention whore and reminded her not to leave the house without covering up her bruises. I saw that she had already had the thought of exposing them at least on top. As I dropped her breasts heavily I put my hand between her legs to check if she was excited and she was really wet just from being examined. “I am not kidding. Do not expose your bruises to the public. Keep them covered.” She made a face at me like she was going to stick her tongue out at me but decided she dare not. I looked at her bald pussy area and saw the stripes that looked like a rising sun coming our her cunt. I had placed them close and I was pleased with the design. She would have that on her often. Again, she could not wear a two piece bathing suit without exposing them. I roughly fingered her for a few minutes and enjoyed watching her face as she squirmed for me. Then I turned her around so I cold see the real damage to her. He ass was very reddish purple overall with long stripes of purple from the cane cuts both on her ass and her thighs. The SLAVE marks were nicely framed by the cane welts. Only the lowest one had a cane mark that overlapped and I wondered when that had happened. I made her stay in the front of the mirror while I took a couple of pictures of her bruised ass and then took a couple of full frontal nudes so you could see the bruises on the front. As I looked her over, I felt some strong urges myself and knowing the kids would be gone for quite a while today, I took her in to the bedroom and had her provide me with some satisfaction with her tongue. I debated what I might do for her in return and since I did not have devices I fingered her to completion when I had been satisfied. While it was not a fair exchange, I was happy with it. She certainly did not complain but groaned and moaned through out until she completed a less violent orgasm than the night before. I knew that she would note the difference and it would make her appreciate more of what was to come on Wednesday.

She got dressed and I watched her ***fully put her clothes on noting that her breasts in particular were giving her trouble. I would be sure to work on them in particular on Wednesday. I went over everything again with her, told her that I would give her the time, place and room number when I got them. Until then, she was to obey the rules. Reminded her to bring her phone, gave her the extra set of test questions and the cheat sheet I had printed out for her and told her again to be good. If she broke the rules she would be punished and perhaps banned. When I asked if she had anything she wanted to complain about she said “No M'am it was all wonderful. I had the best time of my life.” Like I said, she is a wild one.

When I got to m phone, I saw he had answered my request. The trade off was the puzzle he had given to me last night. I was going to be getting Sharps and giving Sharps in payment. I wondered what the hell he was talking about.

The next day flew by. I had lunch with Barb as usual and we went over all the crap that had flooded into her phone from the profile online. I vetoed any responses despite her pleas and reminded her again that she was under probation and could not disobey me without being banned from our scene. Se pouted a little and agreed but I was glad that I had her password so I could keep track of what she she did. I vowed to check her account often. I also logged into my account to make sure I had access to her pictures and to check what her profile looked like from a viewer's position. I made a few mental notes on some things to change up and then I read some of the comments from the guys on her pictures. Quite honestly I didn't have enough time to go through them all but basically they were lewd, crude and salacious. I wondered what world some of these guys lived in but then remembered they lived in a world that Barb lived in as well. She certainly would have been accepting all kinds of meetings, chats and entertaining ideas of starring in her own porno movies. That sparked some more ideas on the road forward with her in my mind. I filed them under good ideas to explore with him after our next session. I also remembered I better start doing some more studying. I had a quiz the next night and not a lot of time.

That night between athletic events for the boys, doing laundry and studying for my quiz I did not have a lot of time for daydreaming but I did wonder what he meant by sharps for sharps. It finally dawned on me that he was talking about me giving a blowjob in payment for something since he had told me the night before that he wanted a Jimmy Sharp special when he had me blow him. Jimmy Sharp was my first blowjob. I hoped it wasn't old Joe at the Honey Be Bar.

Before I went to bed I opened up the Amazon boxes that had come for me. The first one was delightful. The note read “Wear these for your Wednesday night session with Barb” It contained three more mistress out fits he had picked out for me, each in a different color. One in Red, one in Forest Green, and one in a flag Blue. Each had matching stockings, bras, corsets, and shoes. The dresses that went over them were all sheer as well.They must have cost a fortune. The second one had a gift note in it and said “Wear this on Tuesday to go on our date. Do not wear a bra but bring one with you. Also bring the Harem outfit with you. Wear your hair in a ponytail” In the box was a Hooters t-shirt which was half cut in nature and a pair orange shorts both in my size. I would be lucky if my nipples wee covered. There were no panties. It also contained some sneakers like the girls used to wear at Hooters. I had not been a Hooters for some time but I remembered it. Also in the box was a sheer Harem out fit like you might remember from the show “I Dream of Jeanie” with Barbara Eden in it. The only difference was this was totally sheer. The legs of the outfit were over large and the vest barely covered anything with a sheer veil. It also had a little turban for my head. There was no bra and just a little sheer set of panties with the front and back cut off for easy access. It was truly decadent.

I wondered how I was going to get into and out of the house. I could run to his car but I would have to do something about getting back in. I decided to leave jeans and a t-shirt in the bushes and change fast. It should be dark by then and it was hard to see our house from the road. That should work.

In the meantime Barb was getting her own Schoolgirl outfit.