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"AND NOW, FOR YOUR EROTIC PLEASURE, I PRESENT MISS KINKY PINKIE, OUR SEXY PUNK PRINCESS OF PAIN AND PUNISHMENT" announced the MC as the nineten year tenage temptress swaggered into the crowded asian smoke-filled room with her blue hair spiked high, and her sparkling make-up. "THIS BUXOM BEAUTY ORIGINALLY HAILS FROM INDIANA. BUT TONIGHT, AS A TATTOO MANIA EXCLUSIVE, OUR EXOTIC NUDE, LEWD AND TATTOOED CUTIE IS GOING TO PUT ON AN EROTIC DANCE SHOW — FOR YOUR PERVERTED PLEASURE!" he swooned into the microphone. But no doubt about it, Pinkie loved being a sex goddess. The center of every man’s attention as she sauntered down the isle, pausing to turn her slender ankles and shake her cute tattooed ass for the men’s hungry eyes and flashing cameras under the bright spot lights. She felt so sexy, wearing only spiked wrist and ankle cuffs, pussy garters, and a black leather-studded slave collar. If some of her Indiana high school friends and teachers could only see her now, she thought to herself, they would never believe it was the same Cindy Strobe. She had become a bondage bimbo on steroids! She loved to play Pinkie, where she could live out her deepest, darkest, most erotic and perverted fantasies. But now Pinkie was becoming a totally dominated sex slave. Dominated by her cruel master and japanese his band of bad boys and she knew there was no turning back now. "YOU BOYS WANNA CRACK THE WHIP?" she teased as she shook her soft tits. The large leather-studded collars Tallesman had strapped around the base of each boob were tight, but made her feel so alive as she shimmied her shoulders jingling her nipple rings in their eager faces. And with the added saline injections, her tits were a lot bigger and heavier than ever before — in contrast to her slender torso, which was leaner than she had been in years. "HOW ABOUT SOME AUDIENCE PARTICIPATION?" she teased, knowing full well what this audience was looking for as she flaunted her sexy body. Carrying her own leather studded paddle, she felt totally wicked, like some kind of sadist, only she was her own slave in this show of perverted self-inflicted masochism. "OOH, YEA, HURT ME BABY!" Pinkie stopped, posed and then "WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!!" spanked her tattooed ass with the paddle, using her free hand to pull apart her firm ass cheeks. Then Hardcore she "WHAP!WHAP!" again, only this time slammed the under side of her tits as she thrust out her bound, bruised and bloated breasts. "PUNISH YOURSELF SLAVE! " commanded Tallesman. "HARDER SLAVE!" he ordered as Pinkie began to trot in place as she "WHAP" slapped the undersides of her soft swinging bouncing titties with the studded paddle. "HERE, HAVE AT ‘EM?" she offered as she handed the paddle to a man in the front row. 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