Actually it was not an unpleasant evening. Their pricks were not very big so we could easily accommodate them for blow-jobs and butt-fucking. Of course we were whipped, but in deference to Mr. Marker none were very severe and we were not bound for any of them. Later Mindy and I agreed we were proud of our bravery to hold out our breasts and to hold the lips of our pussies open so they could be whipped. They seemed impressed when we would kneel and thank them for whipping us when they were done. Naturally whipping us gave them erections to be fucked or sucked. When it became obvious they could not get another erection Mr. Marker offered to fly them back to the Olympic hotel which has a helicopter pad on its roof.
As they were walking out the door I heard,
"You are most fortunate to have such lovely brave girls. If you tire of them I would be happy to purchase them from you."
I thought that was ridiculous. I couldn't be sold like an animal. But then I realized that these people were so rich it would be no problem for them to take me anywhere they wanted in their private jet. I was frightened at the prospect and became even more determined to keep Mr. Marker pleased with me.
The next morning he started our exercise program. He wanted us to look good for our trip to Rio.
It was different every day. Monday we would follow exercise tapes on tv. If we made a mistake or couldn't keep up we would be punished.
Tuesday we would have to trot up and down the stairs until one of us could not go any further with the quitter being punished.
Wednesday was weight training by following a video.
Thursday was swimming laps in the pool.
Friday was gymnastics with the aid of a training video. This brought us a lot of punishments till we became more graceful and learned the routines.
Saturday he had us run down the trail while he trotted behind us on his horse while leading ours. If we slowed down he would hit us on the butts with a long painful buggy whip. The ride back after one of us would have to stop running from exhaustion was very thrilling. We were nude for all the exercise programs. Till you have experienced riding a horse bare- back and felt the effect of it's hair on your pussy you have not lived.
Rio De Janeiro was wonderful. Mindy and I found a nude beach and cavorted in the sun getting tan. We were the only ones with completely bald pussies so we got more than our share of attention. Finally Mr. Marker told us to stay covered as we were getting so tan He would not be able to see the marks from our flogging. Mr. Marker went to various business meetings during the day so Mindy and I went to the beach or shopping with his Gold Card. We were limited to five hundred dollars per day. The penalty for going over the limit was one lash per dollar. Once Mindy just had to have a gold bracelet that was five hundred fifty dollars and decided it was worth the punishment. It was a mistake. All the lashes went to her pussy or inner thighs and she was too sensitive to go out with me the next day.
At night we went to night clubs or parties. On our last night we went to a very exclusive erotic club which showed various sex acts on stage from girls serving up to five men at a time by using all their orifices plus their hands, a demonstration of a slave being flogged with a southern plantation backdrop, and lovely female spies being tortured by nazis. The things that caught Mr. Marker's eyes were the waitresses who were nude with their hands handcuffed behind their backs. They were able to serve with a tray supported by chains to rings in their nipples and stomachs. Mr. Marker ordered magnums of champagne which came in ice buckets which stretched their nipples and breasts alarmingly. They were tipped by pushing money in their snatches. The on stage act started simply enough. A girl danced or rolled around on stage holding candles while letting the hot wax fall on her body. What gave Mr. Marker a hard- on that Mindy had to relieve with a blowjob was the ending. She placed the candle in her pussy while lying on her back then brought her legs spread wide over her head to let the wax drip on the underside of her breasts. As the candle burned down the trail of wax crept to her pussy. When the wax got to her pubic bone she dug it out, bowed and waved and left the stage. Mr. Marker and others were disappointed she did not let it burn longer. Some actually booed. I knew something I could offer to do now if he became bored with me. I also knew it would be a last resort as I could not even imagine the pain that would be involved when the wax dropped off the stub of the candle directly on my clit.
Mindy and I lived in fear he would ask us to do it as we knew we would not refuse.
Fortunately he became interested in other activities.
He found that Mindy and I either from the need for revenge or to get a feeling of power would often punish each other more than he would.
He would have us play cards, board games like monopoly, computer games, or chess with the loser being punished by the winner. If either of us won two games in a row he would eliminate that game to give the poorer player a better chance next time.
Mindy and I called a truce after she whipped me so severely with barbed wire I was a long time healing. She agreed to have me whip her with barbed wire the next time she lost but from then on we would use things that would not leave scars.
I did not enjoy whipping Mindy as much as she liked to whip me even though it did give me a sense of power. I guess I came out worse off because of this in the contests. I didn't really mind because it seemed the more I was hurt the more I was loved and pampered after it was over.
Mr. Marker bought us beautiful gold hoops for our nipples and lips of our pussies. It did not hurt nearly as much as we feared to be pierced for them and it really impressed his clients.
We were hardly ever tied by our arms anymore to be whipped. Our hands were cuffed behind us and a leg spreader used to keep our legs apart. We were held in place by cords to our rings. We couldn't fight our bondage anymore as we brought too much pain by pulling against our rings. As you can imagine it took a lot of will power to stand quietly while we were whipped or hat-pins were pushed slowly into our nipples or pussy.
We really became to enjoy entertaining his clients since we are both exhibitionists. Usually we did not suffer much. All of his clients liked to spank us or see us spanked but most of them were satisfied by that. Only occasionally did someone want to test our limits.
Mindy was learning very quickly from her private tutor and it looked as if she would be able to take her G.E.D test and get her high school diploma by the time she was fifteen. Mr. Marker had allowed her tutor to punish her for mistakes and Mindy did not like this at all. Her tutor was her worst nightmare. He was homosexual and absolutely hated women. Her punishments were always to her clothed body and to non-sexual parts such as hands, feet, lower legs or upper back allowing no chance to overcome the pain with sexual pleasure.
Mr. Marker thought I should become more knowledgeable as well and purchased several books on the arts, history, antiques, etiquette, news magazines, as well as crossword books to increase my vocabulary. He said we would be going out more often and he did not want us to look like stupid bimboes. His campaign was very successful. Mindy and I could carry on conversations with his clients and impress them favorably with our minds.
Mr. Marker told us it was infinitely more satisfying to have an intelligent self-assured woman become completely submissive rather than some brainless cow. He told me how some asian and middle east men would routinely murder women they had no respect for the moment they became bored with them. These same men would have other women stay with them on to old age.
After I was whipped so badly by Mindy with the barbed wire and he was bandaging me and applying salve, I asked him if he ever worried about my leaving him. After all, thanks to him, I had money, looks, education and sexual prowess that had prompted many of his customers to beg me to go with them.