Sequel to My Online Kink Match Part 3

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When I got home, checked out the amount of *** I had made and found that is was again just under two thousand dollars. This was a real boon for me. I put some away for the college fund for the oldest and added the rest of it to my emergency funds.

As September moved along, change was in the air. The third punishment night of the month, I was told by him that he was going to make some changes the most important was that we were going to use our profiles to search for some couples who might like to play with us during sessions. He told me that on Saturday he would d provide us Barb and me the details at length and that the session would include a significant period of photography and video making. I was unsure exactly what was gong to happen but he told me to assume that Barb and I would have a joint profile online that would also include some things about him. I was a little uneasy about the entire thing but I must admit that I was excited about the possibility of joining with other couples. I warned Barb that something was up and what little I knew. When we arrived on Saturday night we both told to strip and stand at attention in our spots together next to each other. Each of us were given a small sign that had our first names on it and we were photographed holding the sign in front of us just below our breasts. When that was completed, he pulled Barb away and handed me a sheet of paper that he videoed me reading aloud It read: “ Hello, we are a submissive female couple to a Dominant man We seek couples to join us in our sessions but I warn you that we play rough. Our Master is a stern but fair man. We use significant implements for impact play. We enjoy many aspects of BDSM. My name is Anna. I am a *** and pleasure sub. I am also an attention whore. I am being trained to be able to cum without manipulation from *** alone. I am only allowed to Men and Women orally. I am only allowed to receive orgasms from electronic devices. I am also not allowed to be cunt fucked by men although women may satisfy me. As my masters favorite and most trusted submissive, I have additionally responsibilities as the Mistress and Dome for my fellow sub, Barb. I have not been cunt fucked for 5 months, 2 weeks, 5 days and aproximently 13 hours and 45 minutes. I am not allowed to be ass fucked as well although my ass is still virgin and being saved for my master. Now Barb will introduce herself.”

I was a little stunned for several reasons. First he was limiting me as well in engaging sex with men normally although that did not bother much since the timeframe was roughly correct since I had been with another man. I was also stunned by the praise as being both his favorite and most trusted submissive and it made me very excited. Between the *** and praise,I almost felt like I could cum without and manipulation at all. Lastly I was terribly humiliated knowing that my body would be shown on the public page for the profile and it was the first time it would so. All in all, my emotions were high. He obviously recognized this and guided me to the side for Barb to take my place. Barb was also handed a sheet to read from. Her sheet read “ My name is Barb. I am a *** and pleasure submissive. I am also an attention shore. I respond to having attention paid to me. I am in the process of becoming a Bimbo and will have surgery and other procedures over the next few months to increase the size of my breasts, emphasize my lips, my nipples pierced and increased in size through extension devices. I will also have my labia pierced and I will be tagged. Next spring I will begin training to become a PonyGirl. My master uses me exclusively until I earn his respect. I am allowed to date but I am only allowed to satisfy others with my mouth or ass. I too am being trained to orgasm from receiving ***. In the meantime I receive pleasure only from masturbation and devices. It has been two months, 3 weeks, 6 days, 14 hour and 28 minutes since I have been cunt fucked. I am being ordered to masturbate first thing in the morning and at least three other times each day. I must provide one blowjob each day and I must keep a log of my activities. That log will be overseen by my Mistress Anna.”

I could see Barb was visibly excited. She was so excited her cum was dripping between her leg hanging down in a little string. She had also recognized that she would be exposed to the world as a slut of the first order and humiliated beyond belief.

Once that video was done, she was handed another sheet of paper and she read out that “I also authorize my posting of videos of my person conducting sex acts and my naked body. I understand that the posting these on the internet in various sites means they will likely be available to a wide audience I hold no one but myself responsible. My intent is to become a star in pornography and fully understand all risks.”

With this statement her legs almost buckled with excitement and she visibly shook with excitement. She was allowed to go to a corner while I was directed to dress in my mistress outfit including the chains hooked to my nipple rings and a variety of shots were taken of me dressed as such. Including one where I demonstrated hauling my tits out of the low cut black dress. Finally I was told to remove the dress and show off my body dressed in the black bra, corset, and stockings and shoes, sans panties. I was put into various poses including holding various whips, paddles, canes, and straps. One particular pose that was humiliating was of me with my hands between my legs. Finally Barb joined me in the photo shoot with me pretending to be about to punish her in various situations.

He explained that most of these would be devoted to the private galleries and the new private gallery for us as a couple ( actually for the three of us although he was not in any photos but was included in the text of the profile). I was told to use the scripts as a guide to write the profile up and he would approve it the next week to be posted.

When he he completed the shoot he put us into the spots at attention and proceeded to provide us with some other news.

First he informed us that he had arranged the Halloween Event for us and our fees were paid. Attendees had to pay $150 per person with $25 contributed to the Ranger's favorite charity. We would be the headliners and be first in the order of business on the stage. I would dress in my Mistress outfit – which ever color I chose - and Barb would be dressed in her schoolgirl outfit. Some props would be available such as a sawhorse she could be strapped to. I was able to use the dressage whip on her as well as canes, paddles or straps. (with the words dressage whip, Barb stated a bit). I was also allowed to make her cum on stage. I was to take it fairly easy on her to ensure she was able to take up her waitress duties when we completed the stage show. We would change into maid outfits that had been ordered which allowed our tits to be on display. Those outfits would arrive at our houses and we should try them on in advance to ensure they fit well on us. He had convinced Old Joe to accept his proposal that any fights between females – either the waitresses or the attendees would be handled by competition. There would be three tiers. The tier would be chosen by the challenged party. The first was to have a dance off between the challenger and the challenged. The loser would pay a $25 contribution to the charity bucket. The second tier would be oil wrestling where each girl would be naked and provided a strap on dildo. The winner was the girl who was able to penetrate the other girl to a mark designated on the dildo, the referee would have the final say if she did it or not with no recourse. The loser would be sent to the private area with a man of the winners choice for a period of thirty minutes. The final tier was for a whip fight between the two girls with the challenger getting the first stroke. Strokes would then be alternated. Each girl was to hold the end of a rope four feet long in her left hand and the whip in her right hand. If she dropped either her rope or the whip, the person who delivered the stroke would get a free stroke with the girl who was being penalized having to stand still. If a girl went to her knees or hands on the ground the other girl got a free stroke. The fight would be determined when one girl gave up after a stroke on her body. There would be no ending the fight otherwise unless a girl passed out in which case the other girl would be declared the winner. The penalty was that the loser would be auctioned off to the audience for a 30 minute period in the private area with the auction winner. The loser would also agree to submit to the other for an entire 24 hour period of the winner's choice. Additional rules would be announced the night of the event. We were also informed that Barb and I would not challenge any other women and that we would never choose the first tier if challenged. Hopefully these rules for the crowd would keep the fighting down between the women during the night. If men started to fight, they were to be thrown out and forfeited their cover charge.

The split between the Bar and the girls and the charity would be 50% for the Bar, 25% to split among the waitresses, and 25% to the charity.

Now onto the profile and who we would accept. He was the final arbiter of who we would accept as partners. He was to always be in the room for all activities to ensure our safety. We would abide by all limits for all participants as agreed upon including that Barb and I would not be used in the cunt and I would not be used in the ass. I would be dominant to all the females. I was not allowed to be dominant for the men. He wold vet any other couples and insist they were disease free and that they understood the rules. We could explore later if we wanted additional people but initially we would start only with submissive females, submissive female and dominant male couples. “Before she could ask, he also stated “And yes Barb, I will consider a group of males for you to be played with but Anna and I will be there to watch if you do a gang bang of some kind.” Barb smiled broadly.

He asked if we had any questions and I did but I figured we would hash that our later with Barb not present. Barb of course was over the moon.

The session was pretty normal for us after those adjustments. It was a little curtailed and I was only given what I would call a quiz on my lessons. Barb on the other hand was given a full lesson and suffered under the whip pretty badly. She either couldn't or wouldn't earn her lessons so I did not feel sorry for her and I gave it to her hard. During her orgasm break, he also told us that he would hold off on punishing us the full week before Halloween. We would still have some bruises and welts but Barb would be punished during the event and he wanted me to be in good shape in case things happened. He did not elaborate on things but it was inferred I was to protect her.

We both got great orgasms from the second half and of course satisfied him and I was satisfied by her. I was whipped to completion as well with the vibrators on a lower setting. He meant it that he was teaching us to be *** slaves. I did not need the upper settings to cum violently. I had my work cut out for me when we left the hotel that night looking forward to October.

On the first Monday in October I had the profile set up and the gallery of the two of us ready as well. All I needed was to submit the payment he authorized and make sure he had access to oversee the account. He was insistent I figure that out.

I was aware that he had ordered special equipment for Barb's training as a PonyGirl and had made some attempts to reach out to groups of people we might interact with us. He also informed me that he was building a small pole barn on his property to hold all of the equipment to be stored in on his property in the middle of the woods. That is where we do her initial training. He also arranged for Barb's piercing a few weeks after her surgery in November. Merry Christmas to her. Her gift from him was set. I wondered if he would get me something.

October came in a rush. The profile was up and running on site and we got a lot of hits which he sorted through but we took no action except to allow people to see us on line. I finished the business plan for the podcast and arranged for Barb to have channels for her porno debut including some of the more popular sites like OnlyFans and others as outlets. I pursued some sponsors we might tr to attract. I wold be the producer, we would release live feeds on Saturday afternoon for the podcast and have several canned podcasts ready to go. I would develop the content for all the episodes which wold include notes on topics we could develop on the fly for the live podcasts or put the into the can. He got us a place to have a set and paid for it to be set up professionally and got all the correct professional style cameras and sound systems, lighting and paid for some contractors and a design consultant to buy furniture. I would have my own office and we set up telephone lines and got internet piped in. I wondered if there was a bottom to his purse strings. We decided to call the podcast “Deviant Housewives and Mom's” ignoring the fact that Barb was not really a mom or a housewife. We figured that was our theme so the name fit. Neither Barb or I would jeopardize or jobs. Although racy it was not going to be hardcore but it would be tied to Barbs channels and our social accounts later. The idea for the podcast was to talk about our escapades both now and in the past,, tell stories of how we became who we are, take phone calls from listeners when live and give advice or tell funny things that had happened to use. Barb would be allowed to show her bruises, her tits, talk about her piercings, fantasies and stuff like that. Her channels would be all about living out her fantasies and her name was the tag “Bimbo Barbie”. We would start under the radar and build our branding, hopefully getting solvent sometime the following fall. Since Barb was mandated to give blowjobs each day, I found a couple of young guys who would do work for us in exchange for those. It kept her busy and them happy. We had time. Also the younger guys had experience in social media production, sound and video pursuits. They could really help us out. I promised we would pay them a salary when we went live starting in February. In the meantime I kept building out the plan. It was kind of fly by night but I thought from my research that we would have a pretty good shot at making some extra ***. IN the meantime we would do the special events and also use that as an advertising outlet for us as well. We promised Old Joe some free publicity although he did not really need it. Word of mouth had always been good enough for him before. He was pleased none the less and had some posters made to post in The Honey Be Bar announcing the date we wold be going live and encouraging customers to subscribe, like and respond when we did.

October crawled along. He was very solicitous of me and asked me all kinds of questions about my family life and about the boys. He delved in deeper about what I was going to do about Christmas Vacation with the kids and I told him that or only tradition was Christmas day dinner with my family. The rest was open and boys would just be lolling around the house. He also quizzed me on how much traveling I had done and asked me how I had done it. I answered that I had not done much and when we did if was by car inside the state mostly but once in a while out of state to visit relatives who had moved. He grimaced a bit at that and said “We will have to see if we can find a remedy for that.” He did not explain what he meant and pushed it off as an offhand remark at my somewhat plebeian (I owed that word to my learning Latin from him at the wrong end of the stick) upbringing. I did not take offense though since really did not have a lot of *** to spend on traveling. In any event I enjoyed watching the boys play football despite the poor record the team had and they did not make the playoffs this year. Football was going to be over soon. This year Halloween was on a Tuesday and he was true to his word and neither Barb or I had bruises when it rolled around.

We had received our maid outfits as promised and dutifully tried it on and inspected both Barb and myself. We wee told to bring our other outfits as well and dress in jeans and t-shirts and sweatshirts since it had begun to get chilly. He would pick us up at 4pm since we had to be there early. The doors would open at 5pm for attendees and would be locked promptly at 5:30 pm. Anyone not making it would not be let in and they forfeited their cover. We got there about fif*** minutes early taking our stuff in with us. We did not have to check in or take a little tour since the set up was the same. I did make sure that the sawhorse and the straps to tie Barb down were in place. I put on my Black Mistress dress since I decided on black to look more severe. Barb changed into her School Girl costume sans panties. The lack of panties wold be the reason for her punishment when we got on stage. When I ***ked outside of the curtain covering the dressing area I saw the crowd was jam paced and it was almost impossible to walk around. The waitresses were hustling to get the customers their initial drinks and I was a little ***ed we wee missing out on good initial tips. As the night would go on the tips would dwindle. Sighing a little, put on my chains and hooked them to my labia rings and my nipple rings. I got m underwear on except for panties and then pulled on m high heeled shoes. I made sure my chains were configured correctly and went in to select some background music and then went in to wait with Barb. The crowd was getting a little rowdy by the time we were ready to mount the stage. I had prepped Barb carefully on her role and what she was to do. When I got on stage first, the lights were in my eyes and it was difficult to see what was going on in the crowd but they met me with aloud approval. Barb followed me up onto the stage after a moment and she got applause as well. She pouted a while and we made it look like we got into an argument. I used the cane I was carrying to lift up her skirt after I made a cursory inspection of her uniform and told her loudly she was going to get a good hiding from me for having her ty askew and the top button on her blouse undone. I took her over my knees and spanked her soundly to the cheers and jeers of the crowd over her skirt. She acted like she was trying to get away and finally I seemed to have had enough of her squirming. The background music was starting to build as I bent her over the sawhorse. I made her hold the legs of the sawhorse and spread her legs apart and then used a strap to beat her with soundly. It was hard but not near as hard as we normally got even on low impact days. She wiggled her butt and sassed me as though to make me madder. I picked up a pretty severe paddle that had holes in it and ran it over her ass a few times and then looked like I decided to beat her over her skirt. I hit her a few good licks and then acted like I was hot, wiping my face and pulled my tits up by the chains and off the bra and freed them to the air. The crowd cheered this part. Then I lifted her skirt up and saw she had no panties. I demanded she rise up and lectured her on the evils of not wearing panties (as if she ever wore panties anymore). ThenI instructed her to remove all of her clothing and she made like she was shy as she took them off, covering her breasts while she did and then finally stepped out of her skirt and tried to cover her bare pussy and her breasts at the same time. I made her stand at attention and lectured her some more while running my hand and the paddle between her legs and on her ass. Again I made out like it was hot (and it was on the stage) and I acted like I wanted to get rid of the dress and stood naked with the exception of the platform bra and my stockings and shoes. Then I had her bend over the sawhorse again and this time fastened her wrists and ankles to the legs of the sawhorse. I lectured her as I did and warned her if she made too much noise or wiggled too much it would just get worse. I was going to paddle her and then cane her warning her to count say ready after each stroke of the cane. If she did not do as I instructed she I told her loudly that she would suffer the dressage whip. At this there was murmur in the crowd with some already calling for me to “whip her and whip her good.” In the meantime Barb was looking at the crowd through her legs and acting scared though I doubt she was. She was well used to getting the
whip from her lessons.
I picked up the largest paddle we use which we call the board and it had no holes drilled into it. It would turn her ass and her thighs a deep Red indicating she would be badly bruised. I wanted to get a good base for the cane strokes and the whip cuts so she would be well welted when she waitressed around. I gave her a dozen pretty hard swats which welled up the tears in her eyes and even started a little cum in view of the audience if they looked carefully. The audience hooted and hollered and called for me to whip her some more. I acted like I was wiping the seat away from my brow and retrieved a medium sized cane that would raise good welts but not break her skin or go too deep. I swished it a few times and reminded her to count and ready to take the next cut. If she failed then the stroke would not count and if she failed a second time I would start over with the whip. She knew to fail to count on the fifth stroke and I gave her another one. She also knew that at one dozen she was to fail to count again. I ***ked at her face and saw she was strained enough to be crying hard and her head was coming up with the strokes so her makeup would smear and run down her cheeks.When I announced I was starting over with the whip, the crowd cheered like we had just made a touchdown, I cut her deep with the whip and this time she was not acting as she writhed around over the sawhorse. I was getting the effect on her thighs and ass with it as it cut deep. Soon the boys in the crowd would be rubbing their hands over her bottom and feeling the welts. She would get good tips tonight. I on the other hand would not have a mark on me. I felt a little anger and lit into her a little harder in jealously. Her gasps were real as she breathed through her mouth as I reached twenty strokes signifying the end of the show. I untied her and followed her around the stage as she crawled to collect the *** the men had thrown on it for us. She gave me the *** to put into my little straps for my stockings as she did. We would split it later. Every once in a while I would give her a little flick of the strap over her thighs or her ass. Finally we left the stage to a round of applause and the *** in my garter straps holding my stockings up. We went right to the dressing room to get ourselves ready to waitress, I pushed the bills into my jeans pocket on the right remembering that I would need to put my own *** in the pocket on the left of my jeans. I hung my dress up and took of my chain and my tag which I had left on for the guys to see. I did not want to chance the issue of possibly losing my tag. Barb simply just put a pair of panties on and turned it into a pouch for her *** by the elastic around her waist. Her tits were left bare while mine were like torpedos on the shelf of a bra. We got into the crowd as soon as possible and I made way to him and gave him my tag and chains for safe keeping. He whispered to me to keep Barb safe since it looked like ti was going to be a rough night.

We started to make our rounds together and while they loved running their hands over Barbs butt feeling her welts they seemed just as fascinated with my heavily ringed nipples tweaking them as we make out way on our lap. We each had some short lap dances and =guys bought us some champagne to keep us at their table several times. Those tables tended to be the biggest tippers and several of them had fingers inside of me while I sat there listening to them and sipping cheap champagne. We tucked our little chits into her pouch and my garter and we decided to waitress together. I was a good choice since were like a team.I didn't notice but more things were brought on to the stage such as a kiddie pool which was filled with vegetable oil, some four foot dressage whips and the ropes for the whip fights if they should happen and some strap-ons for the oil fights. Girls were disappearing to the private areas and doing a brisk business. I made note of the table we should steer clear of. One was a crowd of Road Rangers who looked like rough guys but had attractive girls. One was a statuesque blond with large tits and she seemed to be over six feet tall. She was beautiful and strongly built like a body builder. The other girls at the table were all under forty and I thought we needed to stay away if we could. This was a group that might get us in to trouble especially with Barb since she was flirting shamelessly, kissing the guys as they ran their hands on her and allowing them to get into her with their fingers. Things went smoothly for quite aa while and I noticed that each table had one of those flyers with the rules for girl challenges of each other to avoid fights. I thought maybe it would totally work. It didn't and the first challenge was issued between two attendees and they did a dance dance contest. It wasn't close but it provided some *** to the charity. Then the second act started which I thought was pretty lame and did not watch it and concentrated on hustling drinks as fast as I could. I was piling up a bunch of bucks. I shot a look at him at the bar and saw him looking alarmed over at a table and turned to look seeing Barb getting shouted at by the big blonde I mentioned. I hustled over there and got between them and tried to make peace but the blonde was not having it and she was shouting at me that Barb was trying to pick up her boyfriend. Again I tried to calm her down and tried to explain that Barb was just that way and did not mean anything by it. Nothing going and the next thing you know, I was being challenged by the blonde. Crap I thought. Now I was the one in trouble for Barb. We were taken to the stage and the rules were explained. As the challenged girl I could pick the tier to fight in. I was forbidden by him to pick number one with a dance off and I had not enough body strength to choose two so I decided I would just have it out with her and do the whip dance with her. She did not back down but instead got a gleam in her eye. She probably figured as a mistress I could not take a hit but she was going to get all she cold handle and more. I had promised I would look after Barb and I did not intend to lose this fight and I knew a lot about those dressage whips except that the length was a little longer.

When I got to the stage I stripped out of my clothes as did she. She was huge and muscular. It was something I had to face regardless. She might be able to hit hard but I though I could out think her and outlast her. I knew as a matter of fact I could out last her. I had faced much worse during our punishment sessions when I was whipped to completion.

I sized her up as we were handed out whips for our right hands and the ropes for our left hands. I decided since she had me in reach I would even it up a little and wrapped the rope around my wrist three times and when she complained I reminded the ref that there was nothing in the rules that prohibited it and it was allowed. She got the first hit and I stepped inside of her looping swing and she hit my ass. It hurt like hell as you might imagine but by stepping inside of her she could not get the full effect of the whip. I figured the best targets were her tits or between her legs but I wanted to soften her up a little so I shook a loop of my wrist to give me a little more room and wrapped that whip onto her loins and then across her ass as she tried to turn away from me. We started dancing around after that. I knew she now respected the whip but I had to wait to get hit before I struck back so I danced a little closer and she whipped out at me catching me across the ass a good one but instead of waiting I immediately struck her and caught her unawares so it was a full stroke. It must have hurt since she raised herself on her tip toes and danced in the air. I had to wait until she settled herself I figured I was ahead on points anyway. She threw herself after me and tried to hit my tits but instead she wrapped her whip around my stomach and it hurt like hell as the went by me on my left but I flicked out as she went by after her stroke and caught her from behind right between the legs and she dropped her whip in *** to grab her crotch. She had to stand still for a stroke from me and caught her a great one right into her ass crack which I m sure hit her asshole and doubled her over. I had to wait until she collected herself and looked over at the bar at him. He saw me look and winked at me. At the same time he shook hands with a guy at the bar. She came up from her bending over slowly with real anger in her eyes but I though she was also afraid of what I could do now that she had seen it. I knew she would be careful but try to overpower me.. She tried to yank the cord from my wrist but I had already rewrapped it again with the third turn and I just moved forward as she pulled. Her whip whistled into my side which hardly hurt me at all. As I went by her I gave her another shot to the groin and again she doubled over. I knew my little tricks could not fool her forever and I was right as it settled into a slug fest with me giving and getting about the same. I figured I still had the edge since I was not afraid of the *** as much as she seemed to be. Tears were now coming in to her eyes and makeup was streaming down her face. My eyes were still clear so I could still see well. Perhaps I could take advantage of that. I took a little chance and fake one way and then went the other and surprised her by going at her instead. She half turned to get away but it was the wrong move and again I was able to yank the cord out of her hand as well as give her a stroke right down her ass crack again and struck her asshole. This time she was stomping around the stage and she finally after a full minute finally stood still enough for me to get my second shot. I again went for the kills shot to her crotch but she turn at the last moment and it only caught her across her pussy instead of between her legs. It was a good stroke but not a kill shot. She was a tough lady. Again it settled into a slug fest with each of getting and giving as good as the other. I did get the cord pulled out of my hand and had to stand for a stroke but she was tiring badly and I saw she was sweaty. Her body gleamed under the lights. I was hot but not seating all that bad. I figured her handle on the whip might be a good target to get the whip out her hand so when I went for my next shot I whipped her hand and she screamed, dropped the whip and held her stroked hand in the air dancing around and dropping the cord as well as she did. This time I did not make the mistake of missing the kill shot and hit her in the groin and as she doubled over I het her with the second one from directly behind with all my *** on her ass crack. It was perfect and fight was over as she went down on one knee and gave up. She was sobbing uncontrollably. I went over to her and pulled her head up with her hair and growled at her in my most menacing voice “Never fuck with my friend again.” She nodded her head in agreement with me and I pushed her head down at my feet. She crouched there for some minutes while the ref held up my hand. I saw him take a quick picture of the moment. While I got dressed back into my waitressing clothes I checked myself over. I had taken a lot of shots to places I did not usually get punished like my back and sides, across the tits twice with a whip was something else as well. One nipple was badly cut open and I was afraid she had ripped my ring off but it was ok. My ass and legs were badly beaten as well. Mostly the ass. She should not have hit me there since I knew I could have taken a lot more there. When I was done dressing she still was still crouched over and I went over and pulled her head up to look at me and said “You belong to me now for 24 hours at my call. When y9ou get done with the private room, come give me your phone number and address so I ca call you.” She agreed she would. I saw respect in her eyes or maybe it was just ***. Whatever. She would obey me and I was done with it. I had to stand there while they auctioned her off and she went for over five hundred dollars. That was a pretty good haul for me but I would not like to do it again. She was marched off to the private area to be claimed by the winner after he paid cash for the privilege. I hoped he would fuck her in the ass. They doled my *** out to me carefully making sure the charity pot got its share as well. Then I left the stage to the cries of the crowd. I went to the dressing room first to calm down, put my *** away and wipe a few tears away as well. I was hurting and this time the bruises would show outside my clothes. I had to figure out some kind of excuses for them. I used the bathroom and saw that there was a deep cut on my ass that might last a real long time. I took m time and went out to the crowd who congratulated and felt me up as I walked to the bar. I was just in time to see the man who had shaken his hand give him a wad of bills. I wondered what that was all about so I wandered over to him before I started to waitress again. He bought me a glass of wine and said “I won big on you in the fight. The guy gave me four to one odds you would lose but I knew that would never happen. I wish he had more *** on him but I took him for over four thousand. A thousand is your cut.” I almost fainted right there. I started to say “I can't take...” but he shushed e and said “Of course you can. You need the *** and you did the work. I just knew you would win. Either way, it was worth the bet just to see the fight. You really – excuse the expression – whipped her ass. That last stroke was genius.” I slugged back the wine and he bought me another whichI downed as fast as the first. I hoped he would give me another but he bought me a bottle of water instead saying “This is better for you. You are sweating.”

I stood there cooling off and chatting with him. When I was almost settled enough I saw Barb getting into another scuffle and made to get over there and try to get her out of it but he caught my arm and said “Let it go. You saved her once and besides I think she is smart enough to win this one.” Sure enough she got challenged and things settled down in the crowd as they had another fight to watch. This time though Barb was smart enough to decide on oil wrestling. Before the fight started while the ref was calling out the rules, the man who had lost on me came over and asked him if he wanted to bet on this fight. He was pretty smart and hemmed and hawed to get the odds in his favor. The best he could do since the girls were about the same size was two to one on Barb. They bet another thousand this time and the girls got into the kiddie pool with the strap-ons waving around in front of their pelvises. Barb carefully dropped her hands into the oil as she got in and smeared her body up before the fight started. The other girl could not get a grip and Barb flipped her into the oil and thudded right down on top of her sinking the girl's head into the oil and held it down to settle her. Then she got a good purchase with her legs around the other girls legs as she struggle to get her head up. Barb grabbed her hair and pulled her head up as far as she could and carefully arranged the dildo to slide between the girls ass cheeks. The girl did not know what was going on as she was spitting oil out of her mouth and struggling to breath. He first indication she was in trouble was the dildo sliding into her and Barb drove it in fast doubling the girl up in ***. She was crying and screaming as it went in. Barb must have done it before. She felt so confident that she pulled it back out a little and then thrusting into the girl several times before the ref called her the winner. Barb got up and strutted around the little pool like she was in a boxing ring with her hands over her head. The crowd was loving it. I pitied the poor girl but not as much as when Barb picked Old Joe to join the loser in the private area. I was sure he was going to get his satisfaction. Barb bounced off the stage like she was fresh as a s daisy and went right back to waiting tables but as she walked by I told her to go shower since she was getting the customers all oiled up. For awhile fighting became a thing for the girls in the crowd but none of them challenged me or Barb anymore. I was watching for the blonde to come out of the private area and when she did, she found me. I had her give her name, number and address. To him. I made her show me her drivers license to verify it all. She was very humble when she talked to me. I noticed as she walked away that she had a hard time with her ass and limped significantly. I hoped the guy had taken in her ass as I suspected he had. I had cooled down sufficiently and I rejoined the crowd in my little maid's outfit and started making *** again. This time the guys wanted to rub my welts and backside I felt them trace some of the fresh and high welts and had several give me some relief with their fingers. Many of them wondered about my labia rings as well once they figured out I had been pierced down there. More and ore guys were buying e champagne which always indicated a good tip when I left those tables. I encouraged it Barb had reemerged looking freshly showered with her hair wet and she was working the table hard as well. It turned out that even the girls were interested in my welts and asked me allow them to feel and questioned me how it felt. Mostly I shrugged the questions off. Some of them got pretty handsy with me and press in between my legs as well and I let them. When they discovered the rings there they wanted me to tell them about them as well. The girls even were buying me champagne and I was enjoying the numbness it brought as I drank it. Some of the girls got down to the second knuckle or two fingers into me and sexed me up. I got a few numbers from girls who wanted to see me. I put those numbers with my *** and warned them I was a mistress owned by him and if they wanted to date me, they had to put up with him as well. That did not seem to deter them when they saw him even though some of them commented on old her was. I told them about his winning the bets on Barb and me and it was quickly going around the room that he had trained us to be fighters. Totally false of course but it burnished our reputations so I did not fight it.
I felt like we as a team of three were a *** to be reckoned with. I started to give out our podcast names and told them to tune when we got live in February. They seemed to be impressed.
As I went from table to table things started again to settle down about midnight. *** and drinks were still flowing however and I went into the dressing area twice to drop off *** and use the bathroom to get rid of the champagneI had drunk.

About that time, guys started to insist onBarb and me going to the private area but we resisted all the advances and I warned her to stay away from all of that. In the meantime the girlfriends and wives were getting crazier all the time. The oil poor was almost always going on with two girls fighting over something. The stage was so oiled up you could not have danced on it if you tried and one challenge was a dance off that ended with both girls as loser since they fell down o top of each other. They both had to pay the fine. It was nuts but the *** and drinks kept flowing. Obviously none of these people would have to work the next day and I wondered how I would get through the day. I finally decided I would call in sick. I still had a few sick days left and nothing much that had to be done that could not be done the next day. That made me feel better. By two o'clock things began to peter out. The bar was running out of different things including drinks. They had long gone through the cases of champagne. The girl friends and wives were starting to look pretty tired giving lap dances and the waitresses were not giving them at all. I knew the end was coming up fast. I got my phone from hm and texted my boss and told them I thought I had the flu and would not be in the next morning. I remembered getting my clothes, checking that I had my ***, getting reimbursed for my champagne chits but nothing after that. I just went black and still wonder today if someone slipped me a ***. Perhaps just ran out of gas from not eating enough or maybe it was the booze but I was out. The next day I found out that he had carried me to the car with Barb trailing behind wobbling the entire time and him worrying that he would have to carry her as well. How he got me into the house I will never know. He never said but he obviously dropped Barb off first and then me. He left a note on the kitchen table for the boys telling them I was sick and for them to get their own breakfasts. 'They left me a note in return hoeing I felt better but that everything was ok. They never said if they had woken up or if someone else had got me home. I woke up in the morning with the worst hangover I had ever had. My clothes were nicely folded and on the dresser and my dress was hung in the closet. I could not get out of bed for several hours. When I finally did, the first thing I did was call Barb. She had also called in sick and was home and hungover as well. She remembered getting me into the car and into her house. He had told he would sneak me into my room and asked where exactly my bedroom was in the house. She told him the last door in the hallway and that must have been enough for him to find his way. It took me all day before I could manage some toast down my throat. I questioned the boys when they got home carefully and was convinced that they did not suspect anything. When asked who brought me home I told them Barb and they accepted that. I felt it was not really a lie since she had most of the way n\but I did not feel good about it.