Three Amigos at the Purple Oyster

"You will notice," Mistress Leather said slowly as the stagehands turned the rolling platform completely around, "that my dear precious is not restrained in any way. There are no restraints on her wrists and there are no restraints on her ankles." She smiled at the crowd. "If she wanted to," she continued, "she could just get up and walk off the stage. Couldn't you precious?"

"Oh, I forgot," Mistress Leather said in mock surprise, "you can't answer us because you have a ball gag in your mouth." She chuckled lightly and said, "That ball gag also is not strapped in place. There is a safety piece which curves around precious' cheeks so she can't accidentally swallow the gag, but she can... if she want's to... spit it out."

She paused with her hand next to her face as if thinking, "I know how we can get precious to tell us things. ... one wink for yes, two winks for no."

The crowd laughed because precious was placed facing away from the crowd with her ass almost glowing white under the stage lights.

"Well," Mistress Leather said in mock frustration, "you wouldn't have been able to see her face anyway."

She then turned to precious and said, "If you can hear me clearly give us one wink for yes."

The ruby red asshole clenched tight for just a moment and disappeared between precious' pert white asscheeks.

"Now," Mistress Leather continued, "are you restrained in any way?"

Two winks of precious' ass.

"Can you leave if you want to?"

One wink of precious' ass.

"Do you want to do this?"

One wink of precious' ass. Then two winks. Then one wink. Then two winks.

"I see some confusion," Mistress Leather replied. "It looks like you are not sure whether or not you want to do this. Does that mean that you NEED to do this?

The audience applauded loudly when precious winked a yes answer.

"So precious needs this," Mistress Leather said looking out at the audience. "But how much does she need it?" She put her hands on her hips and said in a lower voice, "And how sure are you that you can predict when precious no longer needs it?"

"It's simple," Mistress Leather said as the naked waiters and waitresses scurried out among the tables. "As you give your tip money to the servants, you also give them a slip of paper which predicts when precious breaks. I will start with fifty with my hand. Then there will be twenty-five with the leather paddle followed by twenty-five with the wooden paddle. If precious is still in place I will finish with twelve with a cane. If precious breaks... or orgasms, which might occur... that ends things. Remember, you are not betting, you are merely getting rewarded for your skill should you guess correctly."

Barney stuck his head back around the corner of the stage and said, "Another speech brought to you by my lawyers. Tip heavy gentlemen. The one who guesses right will be rewarded with ten times his tip."

While the naked servants were collecting the tips and not-betting slips, Mistress Leather walked over to precious and began rubbing her ass lightly with her hand. In response precious groaned softly. Then the light smacks began. There were ten alternated onto each asscheek. For most people, it would have been impossible to tell that anything had happened, but on precious' extremely pale skin a faint trace of red began to appear.

Then the smacks became slightly stronger. The impact of Mistress Leather's fingers could now be heard as another ten smacks were alternated onto each asscheek. Now the hand print was clearly visible evenly spaced from the top of her ass to down where her ass began to merge into her leg.

Mistress Leather did not seem to be swinging any harder, but the "Smack!" sound became much louder as she put her whole hand into it. After another ten, precious' ass was a bright red.

"We have lit the fire!" Mistress Leather said loudly and then began swinging much harder as she smacked one asscheek and then the other. After about ten more smacks, precious began to grunt and squirm. As the count approached fifty, precious was squeaking and grunting with each smack, but her feet were still firmly under the pegs and her hand were still firmly on the grips.

Mistress Leather stopped and faced the crowd. "Were any of you actually stupid enough to think that a submissive pain slut would possibly quit over a simple hand spanking?"

There was laughter from most of the audience, but a few men looked down and threw scraps of paper onto the table top.

"Let's see how precious responds to the leather paddle," Mistress Leather said as she picked up a short leather paddle from the prop table at the edge of the stage.

She approached precious slowly, swinging the paddle through the air as she walked completely around the spanking bench so precious could clearly see what was in her Mistresses hand.

"I'm going to take your gag out of your mouth for the leather paddle," Mistress Leather said softly. "That is so you can count them properly. We will put it back in when we get to the wooden paddle."

She held the ball gag by the protector and pulled it from precious' mouth. She set it on the platform beneath precious and moved around behind her. The first stroke of the leather paddle came suddenly and precious obviously wasn't expecting it. She screamed loudly and thrashed against the pegs which held her feet in place, but she did not pull her feet out from under them.

"One, Mistress Leather," precious said when she had regained control.

Mistress Leather continued at an even pace. Everyone... including precious... could predict exactly when the next blow would strike. That was a pain slut's paradise. A predictable pain that she could go into and open herself up to in advance of the blow.

Then came the twenty-fifth spank. After precious said, "Twenty-four, Mistress Leather," the paddle did not fall as anticipated. Instead Mistress Leather stood there with the paddle held up high in her right hand while she counted down with the fingers of her left hand. Long after precious expected the paddle to strike her ass, the final finger on Mistress Leather's left hand closed and her right arm swung down very rapidly.

The loud "Thwack!" as the paddle struck precious' ass low and in the center was almost drowned out by an extremely loud scream. Slave precious was still screaming when Mistress Leather pushed the ball gag back into her mouth.

"Well," Mistress Leather said with a crooked smile, "all of you who bet on the leather paddle can tear up your betting... I mean reward slips."

Mistress Leather walked back over to the prop table and picked up a wooden paddle that was about a meter in length. Such a long paddle was designed to strike both asscheeks at the same time. In fact, it took a skilled spanker to strike only one asscheek at a time. Mistress Leather was a very skilled spanker. The first ten swats alternated from asscheek to asscheek. Precious thrashed and screamed into her ball gag, but remained in place.

Then Mistress Leather moved to the other side and again delivered ten swats. Each sharp "Crack!" brought another fit of thrashing and screaming from precious, but when the twentieth spank with the wooden paddle was finished, precious was still in place.

"What do you think?" Mistress Leather said as she once again crossed the front of the stage. "Do you think precious can stand the full might of this maple marvel?" She then squared up and swung strongly so that the paddle landed across both asscheeks.

There was an almost extreme amount of thrashing and muffled screaming, but precious still stayed in place. The next swat was just as strong but just a little lower on precious' ass. The audience was now totally quiet. Swat twenty-three was just as hard and again a little lower. So was swat twenty-four. Mistress Leather brought the paddle back and then up close to precious' ass several times as if exactly measuring her stroke. Then she spun and swung with a single motion slamming the paddle into precious' ass right where it blended into the legs.

Slave precious thrashed so violently that her right foot slipped clear of the peg holding it down. She was obviously crying heavily as she slowly moved her leg back so that the foot slipped back under the peg.

"Looks like anyone who bet on the wooden paddle can kiss their tip goodbye," Mistress Leather said, almost laughing.

She then went over to the prop table and picked up a thin cane. "There will be only twelve of my best," she said whipping the cane back and forth in the air in front of herself so that it almost sounded like an angry hornet.

"Do you hear this humming, precious?" she said, turning toward the bound slave. She then brought the cane slowly up to precious' fire red ass. As she tapped the cane on the slave's ass she asked, "How many strokes will you be able to take, precious? Will we take all the money tonight or will you let one of these gentlemen go home happy?"

No one except precious paid attention to how many times Mistress Leather tapped on precious' ass. If they had, they would have known when precious would break. It was an act. It was always-- or almost always-- an act. On almost every night precious would be able to withstand anything which Mistress Leather did to her. But if precious never broke, people would quit betting on when she would break. So there was a code. Precious never broke from the hand spanking and if she did people would think it was fake. She rarely broke from the leather paddle and only occasionally broke during the wooden paddle.

The code there was simple. Mistress Leather would read the audience and if it looked like a night for a leather break, then she would strike twice on the same asscheek rather than alternating. That meant that precious was to break after two or three more swats. The same was true with the wooden paddle. Two strikes on the same asscheek meant to break. The cane was always across both asscheeks, so the signal was a little more direct. Mistress Leather would tap precious' ass lightly the number of times she expected her to withstand before breaking. If she didn't tap at all, that meant to go the full twelve.

Of course, there were nights when, for some reason, precious couldn't stand it and broke unexpectedly, but she knew that if she did that, there were be additional punishments at home with her Mistress. So most nights, she broke on cue. Tonight Mistress Leather tapped her ass eight times so precious knew that on the eighth strike of the cane she would break.

Mistress Leather whirred the cane in a tight circle as the men in the crowd leaned forward waiting for the cane to strike. Then with a sudden movement of her wrist it crashed down across precious' ass. The shriek was plainly audible even around the gag. There was a whir and again the cane came down. After only a very short pause the cane came down again. Mistress Leather was not striking in a regular pattern. It would take all of precious' strength to hold on until the eight stroke. The next five strokes came in very quick succession. On the last of those five strokes, the eighth stroke total, precious spit the gag out of her mouth and screamed loudly. Her feet came loose from the pegs and her hands released their holds. She was balanced on the padded bench thrashing and screaming.

"I guess any of you with the eighth stroke of the cane get your tips back plus your reward," Mistress Leather said dejectedly. Then she bowed to the crowd and stepped behind the curtain as the stagehands rolled precious off stage still balanced thrashing on the padded spanking bench.

Barney bounded back onto the stage applauding theatrically. "Was that a great act or what?" he said exuberantly. "Mistress Leather, by the way," he said in a more normal voice, is available for private sessions to test your strength and endurance. So if you got off thinking about yourself in slave precious' place here up on stage talk to her after our final act."

The next two acts were pretty lame. One was a single male who danced around the stage trying to be sexy as he stripped down to totally naked. Then he made an attempt at twerking the crowd. He wasn't that good at it, and when he bent over further to show his open ass to the crowd, several people threw coins at him. Throwing coins is a definite insult in any strip club and will often get you thrown out, but the regulars-- and the bouncers-- knew that the coins were a part of this particular dancer's kink.

After several coins hit him, he stopped and turned to face the crowd and said in a very effeminate voice, "Well, that wasn't very nice. If you are going to throw coins, at least heat them before you throw them."

He then started dancing across the front of the stage bent way low so that his full moon was bouncing in front of the crowd. At least a dozen men got out their cigarette lighters and were holding pennies, nickels, and quarters over the flame. When the coin got too hot for them to hold, they flipped the coin at the stage. About half of the coins struck the dancer on his ass or landed on his back. He gave a deep groan each time one hit.

He continued to more or less dance, shaking his ass at the crowd, but his erection was growing longer and stiffer. Finally he put his hands on the floor of the stage and bent his knees so his rosebud was winking at everyone as he danced.

In a throaty, yet still effeminate voice, he said hoarsely, "Anyone want to put some heat in the coin slot?" He paused and then said, "Coins only... for now."

Two men came up on stage. One was holding a lit cigarette lighter. The other was holding a stack of quarters. The man with the quarters would hold one over the cigarette lighter until they were almost too hot to hold, then he would shove the quarter deep between the dancers asscheeks.

Each time he did so, the dancer would groan and clench his ass cheeks. The clenching caused his prick to bob and bounce. On the eighth... or maybe the tenth quarter, the dancer gave a loud groan and spurted all over the stage.

The crowd applauded, but Barney stepped rapidly out onto the stage and said loudly, "Dammit, Queenie, I've told you about that. And I told you what I would make you do if you did it again. Do you remember?"

The dancer, who was now down on his hands and knees, said, "Yes, Master Barney."

"Then do it!" Barney yelled out.

The dancer lay face down on the stage and began licking the cum off the floor. Barney looked out at the crowd and said, "Queenie can't live on quarters, so if you want to see her... him... it... whatever back another time, lets float some paper onto the stage for her to also clean up.

The was a small shower of various bills that had been crumpled into tight wads so they could be thrown. The regulars knew to make the bills into giant almost spitballs. They didn't have the impact of a coin, but there were shouts of "All right," or "Got him," every time one of the wads struck Queenie. After a few minutes the hailstorm of wadded bills ended and one of the naked waitresses walked out onto the stage with a big push broom and pushed all of the money over to the back on stage right.

"Our next act," Barney said loudly to gain control of the crowd, is a lion taming act with Master Raynard and Mistress Black. Six figures crawled out onto the stage on hands and knees. They were naked except for a great deal of body paint... or perhaps tattoos. Their faces were obviously painted, and there were lion or tiger paw gloves on their hands and matching boots on their feet. Everywhere in between the pattern was too flat to be makeup. It had to be tattoos or really, really good spray painting.

Two stagehands rushed out onto the stage carrying seven short, but wide, stools which they placed around the stage. As soon as the stools were in place, the six lions and tigers got on the stools and sat in a very exaggerated squat with their feet and their asses on the surface of the stool. Their hands were held up in front of themselves at shoulder level. Once they were in place it was extremely obvious that the five lions were males and the tiger was female. There was no hair below any of their shoulders except for the faux hair on their gloves and boots.

With a loud crack of a whip, Master Raynard and Mistress Black strode out onto the stage. He was dressed in a typical lion tamers loose white shirt. His black pants were extremely tight and were covered with almost knee-high black boots. She was wearing a very tight spangled black bodysuit that was cut very high on the sides. Her boots were higher than Master Raynard's and covered her knee with a square flap of the black, shiny leather.

"Brutus," she called out as she cracked her whip and one of the lions jumped down onto the stage. "Roll over," she commanded and he immediately rolled over onto his back. His much less than flaccid prick was sticking straight up into the air.

"You poor baby," Mistress Black said with mock sympathy. "You need someone to take care of that."

She gestured to Master Raynard and he cracked his whip so that it almost struck one of the male lions. Then he barked out, "Cum Bucket, service your alpha male."

One of the lions jumped off of his stool and crawled over to the prone Brutus and stopped with his head just above the now stiff prick. He stopped and both Master Raynard and Mistress Black popped his ass with their whips. In response he gave a high pitched growl of pain and shook his head.

"I gave you an order," Master Black barked and then again popped the lion's ass with his whip.

"You have a choice," Mistress Black said as she walked over to the lion who was still shaking his head. "The choice is mouth or ass or the worst beating you have ever had in your life."

Cum Bucket turned slightly and put his head all the way down on the ground with his ass high in the air.

"Good Cummy," Mistress Black crooned as she took a tube of lube from a naked waitress and squirted it between Cum Bucket's ass cheeks. Cum Bucket growled in a high-pitched whiny way and slowly shook his head back and forth.

"No Cummy," she replied firmly, you can't get out of it.

The naked lion crawled over until he was straddling Brutus's prick. Then he put all his weight on his arms and pulled his legs forward until he was able to squat right over the throbbing member.

"Down," Master Raynard said firmly and Cum Bucket impaled himself on Brutus' prick. Cum Bucket sat there until Mistress Black used her whip to flick him on the ass. That, combined with Master Black saying, "Get moving!" caused Cum Bucket to start bouncing up and down.

Soon both lions were growling out groans that got louder and higher pitched. Just as both of them growled out one last time and Cum Bucket's spunk spurted onto Brutus' chest, the female tiger cried out, "O God! Somebody fuck me! Fuck me, anybody... everybody... fuck me!"

She leapt off her stool and landed on the ground with her face on the floor and her ass high in the air like a cat in heat. The remaining three lions also leapt from their stools, all growling loudly. One lifted the tiger up to a kneeling position and slid his legs between hers. Then he pulled her back down. Another lion held her up on her arms and thrust his erect prick into her mouth. The third took the only opening left and plunged into her rosebud. Soon all three of them... and the tiger in heat... were all growling loudly.

Mistress Black turned to face the crowd. "It appears we have lost control of our pride of lions," she said in a very pleasant sounding voice. "I do hope you will still encourage us to return next week, or perhaps even tomorrow night. Fives and tens will get us back next week. A rain of twenties means we will be here tomorrow night." She paused and then said, "And if your rain can't quite reach the stage the pretty little naked waitresses will be walking among you to collect your tips. And please notice that they also have portable machines that will process any credit or debit card if you are short of cash."