Sequel to My Online Kink Match Part 2

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Things were settling down around my house from the summer chaos. The oldest two boys were on the varsity team at school and the the youngest payed on the JV team. The driver would take them home nightly after practices and things were easier. When they came home they just wanted food and time to do their homework. I would cook up casseroles for them on Sunday and since games were on Thursday night and on Friday for Varsity, we would eat some kind of fast food after the games. The oldest one was dating but the other two would just come home and play video games or hang with friends. Face it, my life was getting easier as I aged. Saturdays that used to be used primarily watching AAU baseball were not off days during the school year. At the end of football each would be wrestling and then in the spring pay baseball. All I had to do was go watch the games instead of driving them around and going to games on Saturday. I wold be an empty nester in three years. The oldest had a small scholarship to a State school for baseball and he was also putting every cent he could sway to pay the rest of his tuition. I wanted to do what I cold but it would't be much unfortunately. *** was tight. On the other hand, since the schedules freed me up, he arranged for Barb and me to have weekly visits to the beauty parlor/spa on Saturday mornings. I wondered if I could do some more of those special events at The Honey Be Bar to make some more *** and I resolved to talk to him about it. As for Barb, she was chomping at the bit to do her first one. We had also talked about perhaps doing some Bimboization of Barb in the future. She had both the body and looks to do it and she was dumber than a box of rocks which might help as well. In any event the Spa treatments were part of the plan. She seemed to be all in since I got my piercings she pouted that he had not done it for her as well. She also was busy talking about if she made enough *** at the The Honey Be Bar she would use it on breast enhancements and perhaps on her lips. I was did not have that option since and really didn't care about since all my spare cash would be to try and help the boys go to College or some kind of tech training. I wanted them to have a better life than I had after High School. My parents, while supportive just did not have the *** to help. What I did, I did on my own.

Hen Barb and I arrived at the beauty Parlor owed by an asian lady and who had her daughters working for her, we did not know what to expect except that he had given her instructions. We were surprised things were so extensive.

They took us into the back and we had to go through extensive waxing including our pubic areas. No more daily shavings for us as the did the required waxing of our bodies. We also would be having our assholes bleached which was literally a *** in the ass. Our hair wold aways be done and makeup applied to it was up to his standards on Punishment night and we were being trained over time to do the techniques they used. Our nails, both hands and feet were done and we ended up getting a deep massage as well. Our skin was well oiled up. I wondered what the girls thought of the bruises on our bodies but our schedule was such that they would be at their lightest and they never asked. Perhaps they knew or perhaps they didn't know. It was never talked about. Those sessions had the effect of relaxing both of us immensely and making us feel good about things. The largest change was that Barbs pretty dark hair was now colored into a bleach bottle blonde which she absolutely loved. My hair remained the same color but was lovingly washed, trimmed and styled in a particularly nice way. Regardless of how it was styled, it was always ready to be put into a ponytail. It was not hard to decipher why. He wanted a handle for his sexual encounters whether he was in front or behind us.

On that first Saturday after our spa treatments began, he sat us both down before our session began to talk through the changes with us. I, of course was not much changed in appearance but rather enhanced. I was grateful for the treatments since I thought it enhanced my looks and also gave me something I had never been able to afford before. When told Barb that he intended to make Barb into a Bimbo, her only question was whether she could get a boob job. He promised she could use the *** she earned for a boob job and he would help augment it to make it happen. He made an appointment for her the next week to go to plastic surgeon. I had to take an afternoon off from work to take her. When completed with our discussion, he ended it by informing Barb that she would for now, not be allowed to have regular sex.
“You mean in my cunt?”
“Yes, for the time being. Anna will monitor your dates and interactions to make she you do not have sex in that fashion. You may give your dates blowjobs or have anal sex with or you can bring them off any way but they may never use your cunt. This is a new rule and I expect you to obey it!” She agreed to play by the new rules. I doubt it really made much difference to her since she could achieve orgasm almost on demand doing almost anything.

Our punishment session was pretty standard. I did real well on my test and only got a few cuts on my ass with the whip. This was Barb's first time under the dressage whip however and I cut her hard and often. She did terribly and wailed so much I had to threaten her with additional strokes before she calmed down. I was afraid we would have to provide her with a hand signal or a bell for her safe word if we had to gag her. I was pretty brutal to her.

This was the first time she had seen me punished alongside of her and throughout it all, he complimented me on how well I was taking in contrast to Barb's behavior. I welled up with pride during it all and it made me stronger. He was not easier on me either. If anything I was harder on Barb than he was on me and she saw that. In the end, he gave me my four stars back and Barb watched with interest.

Our fronts were also well punished along with asses and thighs. Both of our chests were well marked and he used the whip on my front for the first time. I should add that he was careful to take off my tag when he punished me with the whip near my behind and her covered my pierced nipples up with a piece of duct tape so he would not damage me. We both had wonderful orgasms after our tests and then were both whipped to completion in the end, me by him and Barb by me.When he whipped me I ha to wear the bells and I could hear them tinkling as I bounced around under the whip. Once again he used Barb in the ass and reminded her that he would continue to do that until she had more of his respect and then added, like your Mistress does and I again swelled with pride. Barb cleaned me up after my messy orgasms. I stayed after to help him clean up and we shared some wine and beer afterwards. He informed me that we were lucky in that he had secured a place for us at the end of September in a special Charity Run being held by the Rangers. I was thrilled since it meant some more ***. He wondered when I would have our business plan ready for the online stuff and I reported to him the progress I was making. It was pretty substantial. He seemed satisfied. He also asked if I had plans for over Christmas vacation for the boys and wanted to know the dates. He did not tell me why and I had learned not to ask. He also informed me that he had started to make some plans for making Barb into a PonyGirl as well but that would not be fully in place until next spring. The last information was that he had already reserved our positions for the Halloween party at The Honey Be Bar. At the end of all that, he provided the new information, questions and answers Barb and I were assigned for the next week and also that we should expect a review of the information we had already learned. It was a load of information.

Sunday was a really relaxing day. I had not been so badly beaten and I felt great. Sunday dinners with my family these days were now much less contentious. The boys enjoyed watching football on TV and there were no big blowups around the table. All in all a great day. I spent the evening going through a series of fantasy costumes we might use on our light impact nights and role play. I also played through in my mind what kind of stage show Barb and I could put on at Halloween. Like I said, I overthink things.

On Monday Barb and I met for lunch and we chatted. I was worried we were pushing her too hard but she was fine with it. She was looking forward and extremely happy she was going to get her lips and boob job. She did want to get piercings like mine but I reminded her that it was up to him. I was glad I had not told her that my adornments were pure gold. I was afraid at some point I would lose a pat of the ensemble since the bells were often off, I wore the chain only with my dresses and now he had removed my tag as well. He had put it back when we left and told me to always keep it on and only he was allowed to take it off. I told Barb I would pick her up at two andI had arranged to take an hour off for her appointment onTuesday. I needed to work through lunch the next day so I went through her profile and saw that again she had disobeyed the rules and answered some chats. I was ***ed and told she would pay for that again on Tuesday. She just didn't realize that it was not good for her to answer these guys until we had a chance to vet them. She just did not understand or did not want to understand that scammers wanted her information. I pointed out again that few or single pictures on a profile often gave the first indications as did less information on their profiles. If they did not fill out all the blocks or the match test it was a red flag. They wanted her phone number. Thank goodness she did not give it out. I told her I was going to give access to her private gallery to some other people but was now rethinking that. That caught her attention and she promised she would do better in the future. A light went off in m head that she got off thinking about guys having access to her private photos. She was basically an exhibitionist. I would use that in the future to punish her. I could restrict access to her photos to restrain her or perhaps her access to the entire site if I needed to. I threatened to do exactly that and she looked chastened. Looking at her pout, she did look good with that blonde hair and I decided he had made a good decision to make her into a Bimbo. She really should not be faced with any decisions of importance. Instead we should look after her best interests. Certainly she should not be allowed to make any financial decisions. She just lived for the day. I spanked her lightly on the butt as we walked out onto the street and told her to “Be good for once. We have a good thing going here. Don't ruin it.” She gave me a big “Who Me?” smile and walked off. I just shook my head.

We went to the appointment with the plastic surgeon and both he and I went in with her. He checked her body out and asked exactly what he wanted and her response were to ask for boobs that she probably could not even hold up with her back. He stepped in and took over and explained that she wanted to get a lift and perhaps an expansion of the breasts to another size or perhaps two. She also wanted her lips to be done more fuller. The surgeon said “Sure. WhatI can do is give you a rendering of what she would with a variety of sizes for her breasts and lips. Do you want anything else done while she is under. She could use some assistance around the yes and perhaps some nose work as well” Who knew that plastic surgeons are also salesmen. He approved of a bunch of little things to her face, her boobs and her lips which were important to her. He also wanted a little more padding on her ass. We took the computer program which would show how she wold look like when the work was done and we would get back to him for a final determine. When asked how she wanted to pay for the work, he provided them with his credit card and said, “I will be paying for the procedures.” After some looking at the computer program, we finally all agreed to the proportions although while Barb wanted more expansion and I wanted less, we settled when he decided we would cut it down the middle. At least I had made sure she was not going to be all plastic at the end of the surgery. The date for her surgery was in the middle of November the week before Thanksgiving.

That evening after we had my low impact teaching session, I worried with him that we were pushing her too hard but he said he would watch out for her and make sure that nothing too great was going to happen. We were merely touching up an already pretty perfect body and face. Of course she would be out of commission for a few weeks after that but at least it would be after the special run at The Honey Be Bar and the Halloween night party. He said he would take half the *** she earned at those events and call it even though he figured he was going to be in for several grand for the effort. It was obvious that he was excited about controlling her enough to make these changes to her being.

September crawled along as we had our sessions. I managed to get Barb settled down enough by withholding her exposure to the guys on the site. She was upholding her end of the bargain and I finally allowed access to a few of the guys who asked to look at her private gallery making sure they were located far away but I also made sure that they were some of those guys who made extremely crude comments on her pictures. The next few days she was over the moon with happiness and they ***d and slandered her online. It was what she lived for. I wondered how she would act when she finally had her time at The Honey Be Bar. Obviously it would be big deal for her. I didn't have too long to wait since it was the following week.

He picked the two of us up at lunch time since we had both taken the afternoon off. I was dressed in my Mistress outfit with my rings on and m tag but without the chains and the tag. The plan was to make sure she was able to dance on stage, take orders and provide waitressing duties as well as do lap dances. We figured the work with champagne might be beyond her since it involved her doing simple math and we warned her that she was never go into the private rooms for any reason despite how much any of the guys offered he to go. As it turned out, we needn't have worried. It turned out that she was a natural at this kind of work.

She did almost give Old Joe his blowjob despite being told repeatedly that her fee had already bee paid. If I had not stepped in, since I was taking her around the introduction circuit, Old Joe would have gotten one for free. I showed her the ropes, introduced the regular girls, showed her the dressing room and had her dress in her schoolgirl outfit. It was pretty much a review for me since it all happened much the same way. I took her around for a few minutes on my waitressing rounds with my newly pierced tits hanging out but saw almost immediately that she was going to be just fine. What I did not do was to warn her about the jealous wives and girlfriends that would be in later with the rangers. That almost caused us trouble later. In the meantime she took to the stage like a duck takes to water. She spread her legs and showed everything she got. She might not have been as artful as I had been but she got her points across. On her first lap she was lie a miser with her *** seeing how much she was raking in. Lie I said she was an instant hit with the customers. In the meantime he was sitting at that corner seat o the bar with a grin on his face as he watched her make her rounds. Our largest problem was making sure she was not taken advantage of by the customers. That turned out not to be as hard as I ***ed since there was something simple in her that seemed to bring up a protective feeling among the guys. Oh, they still groped and fingered her as well as run their hands over her fresh welts on her ass. They did not go much further than that though as far as I could see. She ended up getting some of them to buy her champagne as well even though we had not talked about it and cashed in her little tags for the bottles she had sold at the end of the shift. The big trouble was when the more jealous girlfriends started to gang up on her but I rescued her by explaining this was her first time and she didn't understand the rules. They looked at me dubiously and I figured I might be in the middle of a fight but they got distracted when a fight between some other girls broke out and the ripping of hair and clothes started. The two jealous girls joined that fight instead and I spirited her away before any real damage was done to our girl. By the time we were done that day I had made a little more than the last time ad Barb had made even more. She gave what she claimed was half to him to help pay her surgical bills and we both took advantage of her on the way home making her perform in the backseat of the car with the person not driving. About halfway home we switched drivers. I kind of felt a little like the Anna of old with her oldest friend. This time in the same seat and her tongue inside of me instead of Johnny from the County Fair or Jimmy Sharpe. The Honey Be Bar was like a *** machine for us.