Although it's a good one, sometimes a riding crop alone doesn't suffice to settle scores in the battle of the sexes. Stronger points must be made, and, to that, Mistress D and Bossy Delilah both agree. Like the time they recreationally tortured this guy they fondly refer to as The Gimp. The Gimp had crossed the line by revealing a heretofore undisclosed sexual history involving Broadway musicals and Summer Stock. The gals, expecting a partner in their threesome made of sturdier stuff, elected to show The Gimp a few numbers he may not have seen on the stage. And so his nipples were tweaked, his mouth was gagged and The Gimp was positioned over a chair's arm rest like your grandmother's lace doily. His Dionysian love receptacle, likewise, accepted the consequences. His butt cheeks, now growing bigger than an old Mexican lady's eyebags, danced the dance of love. The Gimp's show was held over a second smash week.