“It’s true,” I said between giggles. “We’re all pink on the inside.” She glared at me slightly and I quickly said, “Sorry, that must be the bubbly talking.” Margi must have caught her drink in her throat because she started coughing and hacking and gasping for air. Both Shelly and Dianne shot daggers at her with their eyes and she immediately took several deep breaths through her nose and quieted down. By the time I looked back at the stage, raven, was again at the very top of the pole and was lowering her body downward while keeping it flat like a flag waving from the pole. Then somehow she managed to put both feet against the pole and somersault herself into the air, landing facing the front of the stage in full splits with her hands high in the air. Again, there was tremendous applause. This time, after it had died away, the Head Mistress stepped onto the stage and said loudly, “Time to vote, my dears.” She paused a moment and then added, “Remember, any ineligible female... or sissy... who votes will join the loser up here on a punishment pole... except they will be up here for the rest of the evening.” I leaned over to Shelly and whispered, “What is a punishment pole?” “Later, Precious, later. I have to think so I can vote.” She then closed her eyes like she was trying to remember both performances, opening them only to look down at the small pad in her hand before pressing one of the squares on the screen. As the Mistresses and Ma’ams voted, a running total of numbers appeared above where each of the two slaves was standing. Their Mistresses were now standing by their sides. When the numbers stopped moving raven had 109 votes. Madeline had 103. “That was close,” I said softly, more or less to amateur myself. Dianne chuckled and said, “Raven’s performance was by far the most beautiful... and demanding, but Mistress Luann is a bitch that likes to lord her husband’s money and power over everyone so a lot of people voted for madeline just for spite. I turned to Shelly and asked, “Didn’t Mistress Kiara know that raven was much better than madeline? Shouldn’t a Mistress watch out for her slave and protect her? “Yes, she should,” Shelly answered. Then she looked directly at Margi before adding, “... unless she wanted to punish a wayward slave.” She looked back at me and brightened. “But in this case,” she said, “Mistress Kiara was looking out for her slave. She knows that madeline is a painslut and the punishment pole is one way to inflict pain without causing any harm to the body.” “How can you do that?” I Fingering asked, and Margi immediately answered, “One way is to use a TENS unit set a little higher than recommended.” As if to emphasize her point, she triggered her joker’s scepter and sparks flew out at the head. “Or,” she continued, “you can just overload someone with pleasure... like on the punishment pole.” She pointed to the stage and I could see that two stagehands were rolling out a strange-looking doorway that appeared to have a short dancing pole mounted in the middle of it. While they were moving, the lights came up in the club and the waitresses moved rapidly out to the tables. I watched Mistress Kiara lead madeline over to the strange doorway and then leave the stage. The two stagehands guided madeline so that she was standing in the open doorway and then lifted her hands above her head. There were leather restraints in the upper corners of the open doorway. After her wrists were secured they pulled her ankles out to the bottom edges of the doorway and strapped them into restraints located there. Finally, they grabbed the brass pole and mature lifted up on it so that it extended up to touch between madeline’s legs. They seemed to move it around just a little bit and then pulled it up several more Toys inches. I could tell because there was a dark band around the pole near the middle. After lifting the pole one last time, Hardcore they both left the stage. I slammed forward. Why don’t you wait outside amateur while I get dressed then we can talk?” Jeff grabbed the ring and pulled it hard again. “Good girl. She is embarrassed, a bit ashamed. She hesitated for a moment, her face turned a deep shade of red, and then she said to me… A chill creeps down your spine, you hoped he wouldn't say that. 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I grabbed my camera and started filming, “Here, let me.” As she reached her other hand over and moved mine aside. Evan was Fingering nervous, yet excited about another opportunity to pick up a few more spots. As my hand slid over her firm tits I thought I was going to mature cum in my shorts. Shortly after that I let my girlfriend go, and eagerly waited until time came for me to take the trip downstairs to her Toys apartment to merge my tongue with her holes. She screamed on Shawn's cock as Jeff shot cum deep inside her pussy triggering her mind blowing, body shaking orgasm forcing her to gush cum out around his cock. I paused in lubing my cock to stare at her. Why didn’t you wear your Speedos?” She sounds a bit disappointed. I really respected Mom for her moxy and wanted to be When I said that, I felt his dick get extra hard over and over again, I watched all of his muscles get way way tight and I watched his head fall back while he actually moaned my name! I fantasized that it was probably no different than me enjoying the sight of a guy’s head in between my thighs . . . “Because I dream of a day when I can lock the door to my office, stand at my desk and say to you, ‘bend over’, and you will. Her tongue brushed my lips wrapped about his cock. I shuddered, loving this naughty game. He had to. I had forgotten some papers at Hardcore the restaurant and Tammy said she could drop them off on her way home if I wanted. The rhythm of the banging would leave no doubt in the mind of passers by what was happening in my office. Whatever that will be. Fennekin had made a fire using her ember attack on the dry wood that Chespin found.