Justin removed the clips from my tits and the rubber bands. I thought he was letting me out of my punishment. The blood flowed freely through my tits ...gain. It was a relief, and at the same time, I was worried I had failed. I cried and sobbed.I felt him attach metal alligator clips to my pussy lips. The metal clips were ridged and painful, and he bound the fishing wire to the lead weights.“Let’s evaluate that rubber pussy then! and see how far we can snap it!” Justin flicked my clit hood hard. The slave jerked and squirmed, begging behind the gag, humping her hips up and down, exhausted but frantic. “Do you have her?” John asked. The men nodded. “One hundred,” he said as he brought the cane down as hard as he could directly between her legs. The last thing she remembered was her eyes rolling up into her head before she passed out.* * * “The pig’s awake!” The voice came to her through a thick haze of pain and confusion. She tried to open her eyes but they were swollen from the crying.. She would blend in, have a drink, talk shop, and leave early, hopefully after saying a quick goodbye to Preston whom she thought was responsible for everything and whom she would probably never see again either. She didn’t mind being without these men in her life. Claude, especially, was trouble, and Preston even worse. She’d rather have a stranger from the East Village hitting on her than any man from New Jersey. But she didn’t want to see them anymore. Not for a while.As she readied herself. " "What's that?" Halina asks. Me: " Wellll , its where the lap dancers and strippers sort of have theirarea and..." Halina interrupts me , her eyes wide as dinner plates. "What!" I explain that in the more difficult economic times , some pubs have aroom out back where they charge more for the drinks and strippers of variousskills and sizes dance. Here in England, a pint glass is passed around and pound coins or £5 or£10 notes are placed in the pint glass ,.