Cruel Punishments In The Basement

“Waitresses can’t come out during a show, but there’s no rule that says I can’t go over to the bar.” She smiled, held up her phone, and said, “Besides, I texted an order over to the bar for pickup as soon as madeline finished her portion.” “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 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 redhead was still trying to figure out what it tasted like when I realized that I had downed the whole flute before anyone else had taken their second sip. The applause finally died completely away and a fetish 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 Big Boobs 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 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 asked. I said, “Time for some more whisky.” Next thing I know, we started kissing, which led us to getting naked and went fetish to the bedroom and made love. They’re all curious as to the hybrids’ existence. Soon, his cock fully stiffens, straight up and hard like a flagpole. Our corridor had some interesting people, but the most important in our conversations were the aforementioned Druggy and the guy next door Jacob. He held her head with both hands, curling his fingers in her thick blonde hair, rocking his hips lightly. So to play the Big Boobs moment and create some sexual tension I told them I needed to drink lots of water, which I did very slowly. I could not quite wrap my mind around what I just heard. It's to high..... "Noooooo! They got home at around 11am, Matt had woken up at 10:30 and stumbled into the bathroom while I was having a shower, I didn't even hear him till he opened the door, he walked in, put his arms around my back, and kissed me, we made out for a little bit redhead before I said “Mum and Dad will be back in a few minutes” that unfortunately killed his hard on, and he got back out of the shower and said “I'll go get some morning tea sorted for us all then” he disappeared as quickly as he appeared. “Um, what’s happening...”, he muttered. “Yes, hun all is well. Knobs were turned, soap and hot water were applied and they bathed until they were both clean. ​“We could, Jess. I got kisses from Dakota and a bigger kiss from Jill. "How the hell did Elise ever put up with you?" Whenever he wished I put him on my lap and pat him to sleep. Sadly, it only last a few days." We were still incredibly close, and the minimal sex that was occurring never really came up.