Kaiya Lynn Enjoys Her Own Humiliation

“Someday you are going to go too far, Margi,” Dianne said dryly. “And the whole club will enjoy watching you get your just desserts.” “Until then,” Margi said, “drink up.” As she quickly handed the drinks around she said, “The Newbie’s is the one with the bow on the stem.” My drink didn’t look any different from theirs. I wondered why it was marked. For a moment I was japanese worried that perhaps it was drugged. Shelly must have sensed my concern because she took it and downed about an inch of it. “They have to mark the free drinks,” she said. “Something with the liquor license.” “Oh,” I said, “thank you.” Champagne normally tastes like bad wine to me, but this wasn’t too bad. There was an overtaste of something that tasted almost like lime, but I couldn’t place it. I was still trying to figure out what it tasted like when I realized japan that I had downed the whole flute before anyone else had taken their second sip. The applause finally died completely away and a new song began. This one was more... haunting. It was slow and had violins and everything that normally makes me cry. I’m a sad drunk, I guess because tears were flowing down my cheeks as I watched raven grab her pole and seem to somehow slither up to about half way. Then she began doing a series of very slow, very athletic, acrobatic moves. At one point she was holding herself straight out from the pole with her legs spread wide as she slowly rotated herself around the pole using just the strength of her hands. I giggled slightly and Shelly leaned in and said, “What?” “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 gagging 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 oral 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 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 Blowjobs directly at Margi before adding, “... unless she wanted to punish a wayward slave.” She looked back at me and brightened. It is me who he chooses to climax inside. The sound of my rapidly-increasing pulse throbbing in my ears, I complied, leaning forward across her desk and spreading my legs as wide as the straining panties around my knees would allow. We continued to kiss, and her breathing became a little labored, which caused us to stop kissing. Her body wracked with convulsions that she couldn’t control, even if she had been totally lucid. I won’t say a thing.” He japan says as he heads inside the oral house to find Diane. ‌ Ike japanese a pronshe slid completely inside me, pausing to allow my to adjust to her girth and length. I’ve always wanted to get a close look at your beautiful pussy, if you don’t mind.” The “Secret Life” club was a well-established venue in the city where Emily lived, and carried a dubius reputation. I struggled to turn over, to look at him but he put Blowjobs his hand on my head to keep me in place, “It’s okay Cuz, we have to try everything and tonight is the perfect time for this.” I tried to fight him, I tried to fight the sensation in my belly, but after a moment of conflict I fell back to the bed and allowed him to stay where he was. After a few quiet minutes, he finally made up his mind. “It’s a good start, but how do we use this to prove that the Illuminati are still around?” Dave wondered. I asked, "Did you get used to my thickness? Jerry remarked. “Maybe later, I’m still enjoying myself.” gagging