A tawse comes next. Mistress K doesn’t ask me to count, which is good because I don’t know if I could as she rapidly beats one cheek and then the...other. The tawse moves down onto my thighs and my yelps become more shrill as the pain increases.She stops. I know what is coming next and I dread it, but at the same time I think to myself, ?I want to be here, and this is what I am here for.?The riding crop strikes. Mistress K has a wonderful technique with the riding crop. She alternates. I became a whore for two males. I felt them both caressing my body in every possible way, and I experienced intense pleasure and desire. I felt caresses on my tits, my back, my thighs. Fingers that penetrate my pussy and my ass. I feel the tongues of both hungry and thirsty for my body and my juices. What a treat!!How much I liked to be a whore! To be so desired! I felt fulfilled by being an object of desire and a whore. I laid down on my back and felt an enormous pleasure when my man put his. I was naked in a room full of rednecks and it was too be expected. I am not bad looking either. 5 7, 115 pounds blonde, my bra size was 32C. The person I was going to fight was a little bigger than me, I don’t know her weight but her tits where smaller than mine which I through was a confidence builder. I get on my knees in to show I was ready. The girl across from me got in hers. The ref blew his whistle and before I knew it she was on top of me. "Shit" I said in shock about what just. "You slut!" she eventually said vehemently. "You dirty slag" her voice rising in anger. "How could you?" she continued as she moved away into the crowd. "Your nothing but a, a, a filthy slut," she stammered at the top of her voice. Amanda stood in a daze unable to rationalise the change in her friend. She thought she would be happy for her but this tirade of abuse and the embarrassment with everyone now looking at her in disgust was more than she could take. That afternoon on her way home in.