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... russian 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 homemade was close,” I said softly, more or less to 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 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 natural 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 indian 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 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 inches. I could tell because there was a dark band around the pole near the middle. After lifting the pole one last time, they both left the stage. The lights in the club blinked twice signaling the waitresses to return to the bar. The lights then dimmed leaving just a bright pussy european spotlight beaming down on madeline in the doorway. There was just enough light for me to be able to grab the drink that had been set before me. Dianne called it a Manhattan, which I think is just whiskey and vermouth, usually with a cherry floating in it. They must have spilled some of the maraschino cherry juice in mine because it had a heavy cherry overtaste when I took my first sip. The club was very quiet as if everyone were waiting for something. Then I heard it. As it grew louder and louder, it sounded like the strongest vibrator I had ever heard. There were several whoops and cheers as madeline’s eyes shot open and she pulled against the restraints holding her hands. The pole was visibly shaking and the black band was moving up and down. It was the strongest vibrator I had ever heard... or seen. “Oh damn boy, you are a little slut aren’t you?” Her chair creaked as she shifted around in european her chair, her breasts swaying. I didn’t know what I was feeling. I like the power my legs and arse have on men russian when I walk around naked in heels with all my wall mirrors. They went on to do one dive in the ocean, where the instructor had them perform some of the same skills they did in the pool and led them on a tour, during the underwater tour, Jake noticed Valentina stayed pussy natural very close to him. “Resisting.” I grinned. It was then that Janice said to us, “I’m going to let the two of you finish fucking in private. "It's not like other women don't do it," Sally said defensively. indian At precisely seven, the doorbell rang. The hotel night receptionist must have been blind or gay because he didn’t take any notice of what Jenny and I were wearing. She looks up at me and plants a kiss on my cheek. Maybe from your pants rubbing your junk the right way when you run? A thin wiry man, who was usually seen hitting on the young girls, but tonight he was serving drinks. During the ceremony, everyone had to dance with the bride and groom. "Just let it all go." I looked in the nightstand and there was a tube of KY jelly. Then I rammed into her. “Oh, I see now! There was a screech of gears as the mechanism creaked to a halt. The sides scoop so low that there was nothing down to the one inch sides on her hips. I'm stressing because it was my friend who impregnated you in the first place!” Tyler walks up to him as homemade he looks him in the eyes. He smiled and pulled out slowly. Several times, Mr. Franklin exerted his control onto me further by prohibiting me from pleasuring myself.