Feb 19, 2009: My Obligations to Katrina's Friend

I meet Belinda at an alternative lifestyle bar, a place of which I was totally unaware, around 3:00. The place was dimly lit and I waited for my eyes to adjust. I could tell there weren’t many people in there and I wasn’t even sure I’d recognize Belinda anyway. It had been a month since I’d seen her I didn’t really have a vivid recollection of her appearance. Trying to act confident I slowly walked through the bar until I saw a hand waving at me from a high top table near the back. We embraced. She slid her hand up under my skirt and I knew she was checking me for panties and smiled that I wasn’t wearing any. She motioned for me to sit. I was admittedly nervous. There were a couple of cigarette butts in an ashtray and I asked her if she minded if I smoked also. I lit one. I noticed she was drinking a martini and I asked to buy her a refill. I went to the bar and got myself one also, figuring I’d need it.

We did nervous chit chat for a few minutes. Then she lit a cigarette and said … tell me about you. I began, concentrated on Katrina and Jody’s role in my life and what things had been like for me the last few months. As I talked, she indicated for me to unbutton my blouse halfway down. When I did so, she told me to pull a tit out of my bra and expose it. I was sitting facing the back wall of the place; she sitting so she faced the front door and also the small bar in the center of the long narrow room. I did so. She reached across the table and manipulated my nipple. We talked some more and I, tucking my tit back, returned to the bartender and got refills.

When I returned with refills she moved to a booth. We both sat on the same side and she began kissing me, feeling me up. Her left hand circled my right breast, playing with the nipple, pinching it occasionally. She lowered her palm onto my stomach, holding it there then began to inch downward. When I realized where she was going I felt a tingle of anticipation run through my pelvis, and she started to finger me gently. It was all I could do to stop myself from coming right there. She smiled, kissed my face and told me to masturbate for her. I looked embarrassed but I pulled my skirt up around my waist and began slowly massaging myself. She kissed me again and pulled both my breasts out of the top of my bra. I didn’t stop her. I knew no one could see unless they were on their way to the restroom and then even in the dimness I wasn’t sure anyone would even notice. Her hand on my tit felt good and I began playing more diligently. She put her left hand over mine and moved in rhythm against my hand. It was fucking hot and I told her I’d come right now unless she told me not too. She bit my earlobe and told me to shame myself.

Those words threw me over the edge. I pressed my lips against hers and stifled my groans as I released. She reached between my legs and began to mop up my fluids that had pooled on my thighs and pussy. Holding up her dripping hand close to my face she told me to open wide.

I didn’t even argue. I just opened my mouth and obediently sucked each outstretched finger totally dry, gazing up at her wide-eyed for approval. I was quite strong, almost like over ripened fruit.

I was sucking her fingers when someone’s fingers brushed over my hair. I turned, letting her fingers slip from my mouth. There was another black woman. I couldn’t discern her age or features but I saw her smile and she giggled. Belinda said … say hello to Annette. I blushed and knew it was obvious that I’d just cumm. My scent was everywhere. I tried to stammer out a hello but before I could Annette moved her fingers from my hair to my right nipple. She slid in on the same side of the booth that we were on and I was sandwiched between both of them. She asked if I was the one she’d heard about who loved being dominated by black women. I exhaled sharply and said yes. She leaned into me and kissed me like she’d known me all my life then licked her lips and commented on my luscious whore scent and taste. Grinning at Belinda, she said that it would be more fun to fuck me at her place than a bar.

We slipped out of the booth and I tucked my tits in and threw my coat around me. We walked about 2 blocks to Annette’s apartment, an old brick two story house converted into several apartments. Annette had an upper floor loft. We entered and there was more kissing. My hands were all over their body and theirs on mine. Annette bit my lips and said for me to get naked. I shucked off my clothes and stood naked and in could feel them drinking me in. I helped them undress and was absolutely mesmerized bythe sight of their nude mature bodies, their smooth cunts and firm breasts. Annette was light skinned in contrast to Belinda’s pure ebony tone.

We went to her bedroom and they positioned me on my back on the bed. Annette quickly straddled me, her butt towards my face and settled her rose over my mouth. My attention was centered on her ass and I smothered it in deep, wet kisses, making love to it as if it was her mouth. Belinda separated my legs and teased me with a vibrator. I could tell they were kissing and I felt Belinda’s hand massaging Annette’s cunt. That turned me on I responded by licking and sucking Annette even harder. I sensed her quivere noticeably, and her breathing picked up until she screamed and orgasmed. When she subsided she slid back until her pussy was pressed over my mouth and I began eating her softly until she ground on my face and orgasmed again.

When she recovered, she slid off and Belinda mounted my face. She handed me the vibrator and told me to tease her rose with it while I ate her. As soon as I did she started riding my face, calling me a white whore cunt face. That threw me into a tizzy and I wanted to satisfy her in every way possible. I didn’t want to come up for air; I was intent on giving her pleasure. She told me to stick my finger in her ass. When I did, I heard her gasps. I glanced up and saw her tits rocking back and forth and I flicked her clit until she gushed over my face. For a second I thought I’d drown in it. When she ebbed she rubbed her cunt and then wiped her hand over my face and tits, painting me until her cunt smell was everywhere, including my hair. For good measure she had me take the finger from her ass and suck it. She smiled and said I’d probably debase myself in anyway. I nodded and told them I was there to do whatever they wished.

She laughed and said she knew that. She got on her knees and elbows on the bed and had Annette do the same. They were side by side and pouched their asses back at me and told me to be the shameful ass licking whore they’d heard about. I slid out and got to my elbows and knees behind them. I started with Belinda’s ass … then Annette’s. I went from one to the other, licking, sucking, fingering, making deeper love to their asses as if it were my only purpose in being there, and at that moment it was. They called me a cunt faced ass licker. I had a hand on each of their cunt’s and went furiously from one ass to the other in a frenzy, probing my tongue into the ring and fingering them until I brought them both off again.

We paused. Annette grabbed my hair and pulled me to the bathroom and hissed at me to get in the shower stall on my knees. When I did she told me to play with myself and I started fingering my cunt. She stood over me, rocked her hips forward and pissed on me, from my cunt scented hair down to my tits, I took my free hand and wiped it on myself. She stood to one side in the stall and Belinda entered and did the same, pissing on me. Annette grabbed my hair and tilted my face up and told me to open my mouth. Belinda pissed directly into my mouth. She laughed and said maybe some weekend I’d be there an entire day or two and I’d take every piss, every shit for both of them and whoever they wanted. She’d heard I’d done it at Chanel’s and Alanna’s. When she said that, I started cumming, pissing and at the same time screaming that I would do whatever she wished. I know I was in a different place for a moment.

When I’d come back to earth, they told me I could shower and clean up provided I’d promise to come back next week for more of the same. Otherwise they’d let me dress and go home smelling like piss and pussy. I agreed that I’d come back. I showered, we had talked for a bit then I dressed. Apparently one of them will be in contact with me soon.

Feb 11, 2009: Daphne and Vanessa

I went to Daphne’s, my hair in pigtails, which she thought was a riot. I told her it was how I was ordered to appear. The girls were in daycare so we had the house to ourselves and immediately went to her bedroom. I undressed as did she and we fell onto the bed. I didn’t waste any time settling in between her thighs, nor did she hesitate to us my pigtails as reins to draw my face against her. I kept my hands under her ass cheeks squeezing and scratching which drive hr to the brink. I know she had two orgasms and I kept kissing and nuzzling the residue, listening to her purr and moan. I worked a finger into her rose and tickled her clit with my tongue which sent her hips on a wild ride. She still had control of me by my outlandish pigtails. When we’d finished her third, I mentioned her conversation in early January about me serving some of her relatives, much in the same way I’d served Vanessa and Christine that day.

However she got a call from the daycare center and an issue with her kids. Regrettably she had to go pick them up and didn’t have any alternative for sitters. Obviously I had to leave. She did give me Vanessa’s number and said she was probably home.

I called Vanessa and explained the situation. She was more than willing to see me. I got directions, cleaned up, dressed and drove over.

She was wrapped in a cotton robe when I arrived. We had tea and whiskey. We both undressed in the kitchen and I fell to my knees. She pressed me against the refrigerator door and I started eating her immediately. She needed something in her, opened a kitchen drawer and handed me an object. I laughed as I rammed the rubberized handle of a vegetable peeler in her pussy as I ate her. An odd thing for a dildo, but it worked and brought her off. When she finished she dribbled some pee against my face then unleashed a torrent on me. We laughed. I cleaned my body, the peeler then mopped the kitchen floor with handfuls of paper towels. She got turned on by the sight of me on all fours naked and cleaning. She got a wooden spoon and began whacking my ass, telling me I was quite a slut, and the pigtails added something perverse to my appearance. She grabbed the peeler and poured cooking oil on the handle and worked it in my ass. I stayed on all fours, knees apart and she swatted my cunt with the spoon and fucking my ass at the same time until I begged for a cumm.

We went upstairs to her bedroom. I asked her about the comments last month about fucking other relatives but she said maybe sometime but right now she wanted me all to herself. We rolled around a lot on the bed and ended up with me underneath her hips sucking on her rose. I simultaneously frigged her and she was sloppy wet and squeezed off one orgasm after another.

We rested, had some more iced tea and whiskey then started again, this time with her sitting on the edge of the bed, legs apart and me on my knees sucking and frigging her again. I moved up to her massive tits. She encouraged me to be rough with them and I mauled them, nibbled and scratched them until she pushed my face back between her thighs and exploded. We both were exhausted. I thanked her, committed that I’d see her anytime and anyone else she thought might be appropriate, explaining my dilemma about numbers. She said she’d think it through. I dressed and left.

Feb 10, 2009: At the Dress Shop

Lachandra’s shop is a storefront in an older building on the outskirts of the city. She asked me to park behind the building and knock on the back door around 10:00. I did, she let me in and I thanked her for seeing me. she gave me a quick tour of her shop… the front half, long and narrow, maybe 15 x 30, is retail where she sells things she makes and the back half is her sewing room along with a dressing room and small toilet area. She usually opens around 11 - 5.

We went in the back sewing area and closed the thick curtain separating the two areas. She told me to get naked and I pulled my faded black shift over my head and tossed it aside in back room where she sews. There’s a small dressing room, toilet and sink in small bathroom.

We talked about me calling her that I was in trouble for not meeting enough black women. She said I sounded desperate when I called her yesterday. She asked how long I knew Tisha and a few things about me.

She had me take her jeans and panties off, kiss her pussy. She got a large black ribbed dildo from her purse, handed it to me then she lay on her back on a large table she uses to cut material. I knelt and began eating her, used my fingers and mouth in tandem. She held my hair and forced me in deeper until she cummed. She told me to us the dildo on her pussy and I fucked her until she came again. I asked for her ass, she laughed and called me a nasty slut. She got off the table, turned and leaned over it, legs wide apart. She a bubble butt type and I separated her ass cheeks and began sucking her ass. She was hairy everywhere, musky, strongly scented. I sucked her, and worked my fingers around her pussy at the same time until she told me I could frig with on hand. I kept my left hand on one cheeks used my right on my own cunt and sucked her rose until she came again. She was breathless and called me a wonderful whore.

She had to pee; said Katrina told her she could pee on me. I said yes. We went to the small toilet room, I sat on commode, and she stood in front of me and pissed on me, mainly at my tits and down my tummy. When she finished, I peed. She did some dirty talk, too

Someone knocked on door of shop, she dressed, and I stayed on the commode. She shut the bathroom door. She went to let some customer in, did something but I know customer was black woman, too. I stayed there until customer left. Another customer came. She came to dressing room which was no more than 5 feet away from where I was in toilet. I got hot wanted so badly to frig off. Could hear them talking. Finally she left and Lachandra opened toilet room door. Said I looked cute.

I cleaned myself off then wiped up bathroom floor and commode. She thought it was funny having a white woman be her domestic and doing cleaning duties, I told her I’ve done it many times and I’d even be her maid once in a while if she wanted.

She closed the curtain between the shop and the sewing room and told me to straighten the place up. Still naked I did while she was out in the front part of the shop. Another woman came in and bought something. When she left, Lachandra told me I could go but she would stay in touch. I thanked her and told her I was available to her and friends anytime.

Jan 30, 2009: Friday at Fran’s

Today was the appointed day Katrina set for me to meet her and Fran at Fran’s home. I dressed immaculately, taupe wool suit, long skirt and jacket with a black camisole top underneath, dark thighs and heels. I brought the brandy Katrina asked me to bring. I rang the bell and heard someone say its open come in. When I entered Katrina and Fran were standing in the living room, quite formal room, her home is immaculate. Fran was dressed in a navy skirt and white blouse; Katrina in a yellow pant suit.

I prsented myself to them and did a shallow curtsy as Katrina had previously suggested I do. I said I was honored to be there. There was some brief chit chat and Fran suggested I remove the jacket then go to her kitchen. She gave me instructions what was there. I found a rose’ wine, prepared chicken salad croissants, a fruit salad and lemon cake. When I returned with the lunch on trays, Fran was sitting in a wing back chair, Katrina off to her right in another matching chair and a round table between. I served both of them and was told to stand behind their chairs while they enjoyed and chatted. Furthermore, I was told not to speak unless spoken to. Quite frankly, I feel like a little girl.

They ignored me while they ate. Afterwards, Fran told me to go to the kitchen and get the brandy for them and to pour a healthy one for myself. I returned and again served them. I was allowed to stand across the room and sip my brandy. It felt warm, calmed me somewhat, yet nothing could quell the anxiety inside me.

When they finished, I cleared their trays, put the food away in the kitchen. I was summoned, facing Fran, and told to remove the camisole and skirt and to do it very ladylike. I removed the skirt first then the camisole, laid them across the dining room table, then returned to stand in front of her, now in my ivory lace bra and panty set, black thigh highs and 4” black pumps. She examined me briefly and then suggested I pour myself another brandy, which I did. I was then told to stroll around the room, sip my brandy and look sexy and provocative. I did my best.

After finishing my brandy, Fran directed me to a small chest in the living room to retrieve a zippered bag which I give to her. She told me it has her things she’ll use on me and my purpose was to make her happy and to be used as they saw fit. I nodded and smiled; Fran smiled back.

Reaching into the bag, she handed me a pair of black satin opera gloves and told me to put them on. I held them up and knew they would go well above my elbow. I worked them up my hands and arms. They came to mid bicep and actually looked quit stunning and sexy. When I’d smoothed out all the wrinkles I once again stood facing her.

She ordered me to remove my bra. They discussed my breasts and my elongated nipples which were hard as little pencil erasers. Then Fran told me to remove the panties. I was shaking inside but I lowered my panties and picked them up and responded to her gesture to hand them to her. She examined them, sniffed them without comment then handed them to Katrina. She looked at me, stating that I was a very nice picture of elegance and that’s what she expects from her servants.

I quietly thanked her but she reminded me I was still under an order to remain silent. I nodded.

She and Katrina talked about my cunt then had me turn and spread my cheeks so she could get a look at my ass hole. I felt her finger rubbing lightly over my ring. There were a few comments about my ass. When told me to, I turned around. She got up and slapped my face several times and said … and you are a whore aren’t you, I nodded. She said good girl and slapped me some more until my face was stinging. She lifted my right breast and slapped down on it causing me immense pain. She did the left one then removed her hand and let them fall free, then slapped each one back and forth like they were little toys until they were red. I was biting my tongue to keep from yelling. She grabbed my labia and pulled and pinched me and at the same time shamed me for being wet.

I stood in silent agony. I looked at Katrina and saw her giggling. Fran got her bag and with her fingers gripping my upper right arm about where the glove ended, she guided me to another spot in the living room by a large gold framed mirror over a low credenza. She took things from the bag and placed them on the credenza ...several coils of white nylon rope, a flogger, crop, paddle, clamps, magnetic weights, a ball gag and a several dildos. I was facing the mirror, staring at myself, and I could see her reflection standing behind me and Katrina still sitting in the chair.

Fran took a coil of rope and pulled my arms back, and began tying my arms just above my elbows, and over the surface of the glove. She wound the rope until my elbows were drawn abnormally close together. That pulled my shoulders way back and thrust my tits forward. My forearms and hands were dangling uselessly by my sides. She pinched my cheeks and told me to open my mouth. As soon as I did she pressed a red ball gag in my mouth, pushed it in tight and buckled the strap behind my head drawing the gag between my lips even tighter. I stood staring into the mirror and her hands roamed over my butt.

She turned my body so the left side faced the mirror and I looked over my left shoulder and saw her rope work and the contrast of white rope against the satin glove. I kept staring in the mirror, fixated on how strange I looked, my shoulders pulled so far back and my tits jutting out. My face was slightly strained by the gag and I noticed drool creeping out of my mouth. It made me hot, horny and I wanted something wicked. My body was noticeably trembling.

She turned me facing the mirror again and picked up a dildo. I caught a glimpse of it … thick, black, slightly curved, appeared to be gel and about 5-6” long with the unusual feature of a ring molded in the blunt end base. She bent me over the credenza until my gagged mouth was almost against the mirror. I could see her take lube off the credenza and the next thing I know the dildo was shoved up my ass. I flinched and moaned into the gag. She told me to squeeze my cheeks tight and threatened me if it fell out. I squeezed against it as hard as I could.

She took a longer coil of rope off the credenza. In the mirror I could see her finding the midpoint of that strand and felt her looping it over the rope connecting my elbows. I felt a sharp tug; the ends of the long rope were threaded through the ring molded in the end of dildo in my ass. From there she pulled the two strands through my crotch, then upward on the outside of my labia, tugged again and loped the rope around each wrist until the plug was forced deeper into my ass and the rope was tighter against my labia. When she felt she had the proper tension, she knotted the ropes on each wrist. My wrists were against my hipbone, about even with my navel. This was bizarre. I couldn’t raise or lower my wrists. She made a final adjustment and told me to try to move my wrists. I couldn’t. but I noticed any attempt to do so accentuated the pain of the rope against my labia, and the dildo in my ass.

They turned me again my left side facing the mirror so I could see what they’d done. Looking at my reflection made my cunt ache. They hugged each other, poured more brandy and toasted Fran’s ingenuity, Katrina’s training and my agony.

They asked if I could walk safely in my heels and I nodded. I took a few steps. Every one was painful and intensified the dildo tied in my ass. Fran took a crop off the credenza, smacked my ass and said strut some more. I started walking, small steps, around the living room. When I passed the fireplace I noticed the mantle clock said 1:50. I walked around the living room several times, through the dining room, back to the kitchen, down a hall way. When I passed the hall bath, I grunted into the gag, trying to tell them I needed to pee. Katrina picked up on my grunting and ushered me into the bathroom but did not let me sit on the commode. She disappeared and returned with a 16-ounce measuring cup and held it between my legs. Fran stood in the doorway; arms folded across her breasts and watched me piss. They both pissed. They laughed at how stupid, how awkward I was tied this way.

Fran told to come back and stand in front of the mirror again and stare at myself. I stood there totally in a trance at the image of myself. Drool was everywhere, my body looked so contorted from my shoulders being pulled back. Katrina and Fran talked for a few minutes about my list. Katrina handed it to Fran, kissed her and said she felt it was time to go, and leave me all to her. She came over, kissed my cheek, said I’d better keep cooperating and she’d see me Saturday around 2:00. I was surprised she was leaving. .

When the door shut, I felt very alone for some reason. Fran pinched my cheek again and said … now it’s just you and me, slut. She began flogging me everywhere, tits, tummy, hips, legs, cunt, ass, beating me until I couldn’t think straight. I was crying. I honestly was afraid. My whole body felt hot from being flogged. Fran whipped me again about five times across my tits and said this is to get your attention, whore and focus on me. I nodded.

She returned to her chair. I stood in front of her tied in this awkward position and by now the dildo up my ass was irritating and drool coated my tits and tummy. She verbally degraded me, not so much that she called me a whore or slut or pig … but she described me in lengthy phrases, how she imagined I might feel being like this, what does it make me feel like, that I indeed should live my life as an object of ridicule for women of color, how much longer can I go on without giving myself daily. She talked about me being sold, rented and passed around the black community from woman to woman, auctioning me off like a piece of property, how would I feel in five years being so used up. She read from the list of names Katrina gave her and commented that 42 women had used me in 9 months and of those 42, six were maids. She knew the 3 maids that did me in late summer since they cleaned the building she and Katrina worked in, that maybe I should spend 24 hours tied up in the maids room and take on the entire cleaning crew. She talked about being browned 8 different times, what I must feel like to be on the same status as a toilet. My cunt was literally on fire. I’m squirming, drooling from the gag and my body is reacting. She would hit my cunt, which drove me insane. Every time I rocked my hips the dildo embedded in my ass made me throb.

Suddenly I know I’m on the verge of an orgasm, feeling the volcano beginning to erupt inside of me. I begged into the gag as if to ask permission but of course my words were completely unintelligible. I pleaded with my eyes, trying to rotate my hands anything to tell her. She smacked my cunt several times with her hand and I started cumming, embarrassing so, moaning into the gag. My hips rocked trying to make it more complete. She watched me and I can tell by the smirk on her face she did this deliberately. She stared at me and said nothing until I finished then she said this shows that I’m a worthless whore. Traces from my orgasm began leaking down my inner thighs; drool was seeping from my mouth, my tits and tummy marked with shiny streaks. I know I looked pitiful.

She stood for a moment and removed her skirt and panties and told me to kneel. I sank to my knees. She told me to bend forward slightly and start sucking her pussy … but she laughed and said I still had that gag in, so I couldn’t suck but if she took the gag out would I like to suck her. I groaned yes. She reminded me I was still to remain silent. I nodded. When the gag was removed, my jaws were numb. I couldn’t form words for a minute to thank her. She understood, gave me time to get my jaws working, gave me some water and wiped my drool.

She leaned back in the chair and slid her hips forward so I could reach her sex. When I leaned forward to suck her, it increased the pressure and agony of the dildo in my ass made the ropes seem tighter. She laughed that I must be extremely uncomfortable but that’s how she wants it… me suffering and her being pleasured. I leaned into her hairy pussy and began licking. She told me to go slow, not to act like a greedy whore but to drag my tongue around softly.

I licked, softly nibbled her labia and kissed her inner pinkness. She stopped me and reminded me to go slowly, very slowly, that she wanted to enjoy every moment and she was in no hurry, plus she wanted me to felt the discomfort from my ropes and the dildo as long as she wanted. She told me when she cumms she’d partially untie me and remove the dildo but if I rushed her orgasm, or acted like getting the dildo out of my ass was more important than her cumm, she’d leave it in longer or even keep me there overnight.
It became a mind game. I wanted it out; she wanted to enjoy her cumm and the prolonged buildup. She was completely doing mind control. It puzzled me because in the past so many women just lavishly rocked of on my face for cumm after cumm yet she wanted to lay back and enjoy what she called the art of pussy service. I continued to tease her until she gave me permission to delve into her vagina and clit. At one point I let my tongue drift down to her hole but she quickly corrected me and said pussy only, whore. I went back to tonguing her until she tensed her hips and told me to get ready. She orgasmed and I licked. I blew my breath over her lips, softly kissing her labia until she settled her hips on the chair. She was gasping for breath and when she recovered, she said yes, just like that, every time. I nodded.

She leaned forward and untied my hands, then the rope connecting my elbows. I breathed a sigh of relief but did not speak. She massaged my arms and wrists to restore circulation. She removed the gloves, laid them on the arm of her chair and told me to use my fingers to gather her residue and paint my face. I dipped into her several times and smeared my face. She told me to frig her and make her cumm again, no oral contact, just my fingers. I began and varied my strokes until I had 2 fingers in her, hooked upward massaging her g-spot until she orgasmed again. She told me to suck her cumm off my fingers.

Then she gave me permission to speak. First I thanked her for allowing me to be of service to her. I told her how much I enjoyed Katrina and what an honor it was to service such an important friend of hers. I also politely asked if there was anything else I could I do for her now, such as her ass. She told me when I’m with her and in her house she makes the rules and she’s not into ass play that much, at least hers, but that my ass is just another one of my whore holes to be used. She told me to go to the bathroom take the dildo out of my ass, clean it thoroughly and pee if I needed to. I followed her instructions explicitly, left the cleaned dildo on the credenza and returned to her feeling relived to have the dildo out of my ass.

She had me wind the rope back into tight coils and put away her toys. She told me she would like to see me again, not frequently but maybe once or twice a month. Even though I might be the biggest whore in the city to black women, each time I come to her, I will be dressed ladylike, act ladylike because she enjoys transforming a proper woman into an abject whore. For example, she said, if that was her giving the inauguration party, I would have entered dressed as I was today, been stripped, used and beaten, then fucked until I was literally lower than dirt on the floor and unable to walk. I cringed. She laughed and said … you like that thought don’t you…. I said yes Maam, it’s happened to me before. She has a few friends about her age that I might meet as well. I told her I would abide by her rules and would be honored to meet and serve her friends.

By now, it was well after 4:00. I straightened her kitchen then I was allowed to dress. We talked briefly, she wanted to know what I thought of the way she tied me. I told her it was about the most diabolical tie I’d experienced in a long time. I mentioned the dildo was challenging but I thanked her for pushing me to experience her ways. I left drove home and barely beat hubby home.

Jan 20, 2009: Inauguration Day

I arrived just after 10:00, slightly late due to the icy roads and crazy drivers. Katrina thanked me for making such an effort, the roads and the untimely last minute call that my hubby would be home at noon, and I’d told him I was going to a get-together despite that. I’d dressed unusually warm gray corduroy slacks and sweater top set though I did have on a red thong and bra set, taupe pantyhose and sensible shoes for icy weather. I carried my red high heels in my purse. To some degree it didn’t matter since Katrina indicated she had something for me to change into when I got there.

I asked what she wanted me to do and who was coming. She rattled off a list of names, most I knew and several I didn’t but she said 24 people indicated they’d come but with the weather, she didn’t know who would make it. She handed me a small package in clear plastic wrapping. I looked at it and froze. It was a maid’s outfit, the flimsy kind you’d find in an adult novelty store. With my mouth half open I stuttered and asked if this was what she intended me to wear. She laughed and told me to get my butt upstairs, change immediately in the guest room and leave my things in the closet. She said she’d send Jody a note indicating I was there and safe.

After I changed I looked in the mirror. The outfit consisted of an extremely short black stretch mesh skirt that hit me mid buttocks, a little white apron, sheer white mesh up the front between my boobs, black satin ribbons over my nipples that continued upward across my shoulders and hooked to a black mesh panel that went behind my back like a bra, My back was almost completely bare and my cunt, tits and ass barely covered. To complete the outfit, there was a sheer black thong and cheap black hose with white lace garters. I slipped my red heels back on and took another look at myself again and went downstairs.

Dressed like a cheap serving tart, I presented myself. She laughed and said I looked sufficiently cheap serving wench. She raised her skirt and told me to gaze at her pussy, start frigging myself off and think about how much I wanted it but at the moment I wasn’t allowed to touch her. I got on my knees and stared straight into her pussy and started frigging while she talked nasty me.

Bianca arrived while this was going on. She looked at me, laughed and kissed Katrina and made a few comments at me. I kept frigging and Pernilla and Jeanne arrived. They too laughed their butt off and hurled some degrading comments at me, mostly about what a cunt I was and I couldn’t keep my hands off my slutty cunt. Katrina kept telling me to frig faster unless I wanted to be like this when some people I didn’t know arrived. The four of them kept giving me verbal insults and I just kept frigging until I looked at Katrina and asked to cumm. She laughed and told me to make it good and get my smelly white trash goo all over my skimpy thong. I threw my head back and orgasmed like some depraved whore.

I went into the kitchen, washed my hands and unwrapped trays of food, set up the bar, put a case of champagne in a cooler full of ice, and mixed pitchers of bloody Mary’s and screwdrivers.

Women started arriving around 11:00. Chanel couldn’t make it was afraid she’d slip on the ice and throw her back out again.

My instructions were when the doorbell rang I was to greet them, curtsy, and welcome them. Women looked at me strangely. I’d take their coats back to Katrina’s study then return to greet more. Sometimes Katrina would greet. Things moved rather quickly and I was constantly busy doing a myriad of things to help Katrina. Susan arrived as did Alanna and Claudette. Also several women whom I didn’t know came in a group. I was introduced but I couldn’t keep names straight.

By 11:20 there must have been 20 women present. I took drink orders and served as quickly and politely as possible. Around 11:30 everybody crowded into the living room by the TV. I went back into the kitchen and began popping champagne corks and filling glasses.

Just before the swearing in. I brought in trays of glasses filled with champagne; curtsying to every woman I served. Some smiled at me, some treated me with disinterest. By the time Obama was taking the oath I was curled at Katrina’s feet. During the speech, we all sat quietly; sometime a cheer would break out. When the speech was over, I got up and served champagne again and set out the buffet in the dining room. The crowd milled around. I felt somewhat prideful, but purposeful.

People began to loosen up, became more interested in me, more jovial. By 2:00 everybody was in grand spirits, laughing and cutting up. Obviously, the mood was sheer joy. Some asked me questions about my role, did I work for a caterer, was I a stripper, did I work for an escort agency, etc. Finally Katrina said to those that didn’t know that I had been serving her for several months. A couple of women rolled their eyes. But Katrina actually praised me about my willingness to be there and made a few comments about me … my previous feelings that I was better than black women and now I clearly knew that was not true. Then Katrina asked me what I felt my purpose is now, and I said to do exactly as I’d done today, to serve black women and make their lot in life easier. She made me correct my speech to include the term “that I am a slave to all women of color rather than just black women.” She let it slip that I had voted republican, which brought a few cackles.

One woman, an older woman whom I later learned was Beatrice, mentioned that I should be punished for being so stupid. Katrina laughed and said my slave has been punished in so many ways you can’t imagine. But the woman went on asking if I’d been severely reprimanded for my voting. The crowd got rather quiet. Katrina didn’t answer directly, seemed to be thinking for a moment then looked at this woman and replied that punishing g me for past mistakes is always appropriate. She looked at me and told me to get a dining room chair with arms and drag it to the living room. I didn’t know why but without saying a word, I did. She came over to me and told me to bend over and position myself facing the chair, my back parallel to the floor, and my hands grasping the wooden arms of the chair. My feet were spread and my butt stuck back and uncompromisingly exposed due to the extremely short skirt of the maid costume. My hair fell around my face and neck blocking my view. She instructed me to remain in that position and stay there. Nothing was said for a while, women walked by coming and going from the great room to the kitchen. Once in a while I’d feel a slap on my scantily clad ass. I have no idea how long I was like that but the TV narration was talking about banal things about the inauguration. I sensed that a couple of people thanked Katrina for the party and left.

Katrina came back and stood close to me. She offered me a glass of champagne. I raised myself and saw she had a belt in the other hand. She didn’t say anything but “drink it”. I gratefully drank. She said in a half aloud voice to me, “you are my property and some people need a demonstration of what that means.” I knew she was going to whip me but I didn’t care, so I nodded and whispered back, “yes Mistress” l then repositioned myself with my hands gripping the arms of the chair and my back parallel to the floor. She asked those still remaining if anybody had any reservations about seeing a white woman spanked, if so they needed to leave the room. No one left and people settled in. Except for the commentator on TV, there wasn’t a sound. My heart was beating a mile a minute.

Katrina walked around behind me, flipped my short skirt up over my waist. I felt the first swat on my right cheek, then the left and I gripped the chair tighter. She told me to count and she kept laying on stroke after stroke until I’d counted off 25. My entire ass and upper thighs were burning and tears formed in my eyes.

She offered me another glass of champagne which I mercifully thanked her for. She led me to a corner of the living room and had me bunch the short skirt around my waist so that my freshly-spanked bottom was on display. I felt humbled in this position; like I was a naughty little girl punished by my mom or a school teacher … I was more conscious of my scanty clothing and the fact that everyone else, all the black women, were fully clothed. That within itself was humbling. I also wanted to rub my butt when I was in the corner, to make the sting go away, but I was specifically told not to.

The parade started on TV and I kept standing in the corner. Finally Katrina let me out of the corner to take drink orders. Mentally I checked off that a few had departed; I think there were 12-14 people remaining. While I served I did notice one woman, probably close to my age, seemed keenly interested in me. We exchanged smiles, but that was it. When I’d served, Katrina told me to go to the upstairs guest room and wait. Still in the maids uniform, I sat on the edge of the bed not sure what to do. Katrina came up and we kissed. She told me she was going to make me available to anyone who wanted time with me but before that happened she needed to relax for a few minutes. I knew precisely what she meant and lowered her panties and began working her while she reclined on the bed. She gave me a kiss and told me to have fun, then left the room.

A few minutes later I heard footsteps on the stairs. Vicki and her friend Tameka came up. Vicki introduced me and we talked for a few minutes. She and Tameka pushed me back on the bed and Vicki straddled my face with her thighs and I began sucking her pussy. Tameka watched and after Vicki orgasmed, she pulled her panties off and straddled me. I began eating her, found the rhythm and built her up. I brought her to a cumm and she rolled off me. I talked to her a little; she’s same age as Vicki, 27, and is her sister-in-law. They left and Jeanne came up. She really got a charge out of me and said I was going to see her again on Friday and some other people too. I asked about it but she said shut up and lick. I really got into her and did her ass and pussy. She told me I was a mess and she’d see me Friday.

I was alone for a few minutes until this older woman came up. She introduced herself as Fran. She’s 49 and knows Katrina through a work association. She was impeccably dressed in a light beige suit with a tight fitting skirt that really showed her flaring hips. She’s divorced and apparently well off. She sat on the bed and wanted to know about me. I’d tell a little bit and she’d ask me more. We talked more about my months with Katrina, everything from doing cleaning to being a sexual slave. She told me to take the maid outfit off, leave the hose and heels on, that she’d like to see my body. I stood and stripped out of the outfit. She looked at me for a moment and told me to turn so she could see the marks on my ass. She asked me if I enjoyed pain and I said yes. She walked over to me and slapped my face. I felt the sting but did not try to wipe it away. She slapped me again and I looked at her trembling. She smiled, shook her head and said “my, oh my where has Katrina been keeping you!” I blushed and asked if I could do anything for her, she said yes, but it won’t be today. She got my phone number and said she would talk with Katrina and then call me.

I was still naked when Alanna and Claudette came up and brought me wine, which I didn’t need but drank anyway. We all lay on the bed and talked. I asked who was still downstairs and thy said about half of the group was still there. They talked about a couple of the women that were really not into this stuff. We ended up with me on my knees and both of them lying on the bed side by side. I licked Alanna and frigged Claudette until they came. Claudette went downstairs. Alanna stayed and pulled me up on the bed and ate me, which she really enjoys doing.

Katrina came up before Alanna left and said that was about all that would happen today. The three of us got into conversations about what happened today and some thoughts about me spending more time with Alanna, particularly in the spring. I showered thoroughly and changed back into my regular clothes. When I went downstairs there were only 7 people left. I ate some snacks, drank a coke and chatted for a few minutes. I thanked everyone and especially Katrina for the opportunity to serve.

Jan 12, 2009: The Maids

The maids arrived mid afternoon; I’d stayed naked all day and when I heard their van pull in, I threw on a blue terry robe. The vibrating butt plug was still in my ass and the remote in robe pocket

I met them at the door. Kimberly smiled broadly at me and the other two, Tabitha about 20 and Danielle (Danni) about late 30’s looked at me with smirky grins. Kimberly laughed and said, “Sleeping in today?” They brought all their gear in and closed the front door, asked where to start; I said all there levels please. The other two headed upstairs with their cleaning stuff but Kimberly lingered behind and said she enjoyed last time; I thanked her and said I did too. Then I spoke softly to her that I was to give her something. I pulled the remote from my pocket. She asked what the fuck is that for. Red faced I whispered even lower that it controlled the vibe in my ass and Mistress told me to wear it and give her the remote. She took it and flicked the switch. I let out a yelp and grabbed the credenza for support. She hollered for the other two to come back downstairs quickly which they did.

She said, “watch this” and flicked the switch again. I moaned and grabbed myself. The other two laughed and asked what was happening. Kimberly looked at me and said “take your fucking robe off bitch.” She hit it again and I moaned louder and facing her, opened the robe. She again said, “Take the fucking robe off.” I did and the other two hooted and jeered at me.

Kimberly cackled that she wasn’t kidding when she told them I was different. She kept the vibe on and I writhed and moaned, falling to my knees and clearly exposing the plug in my ass. Either Danni or Tabitha hollered woo what a whore! Kimberly kept it on and said show us what you can do. I didn’t know what else to do so I started rubbing myself. Clutching my tits and frigged off for them. She kept the vibe on and I was now on my back, eyes closed and frigging like some crazed animal. They started chanting, calling me buzz butt. I felt humiliated but somehow excited at the same time. I opened my eyes, looked up and saw their faces and I absolutely lost control and came.

When I’d recovered, she said lets go upstairs to my study. She had me get toy bag out of my closet and show them all my stuff.. They looked at it and said I was one hard core slut. Danni and Tabitha laughed and Kimberly said plus there’s a cage in the basement level. They hooted. Finally she said it’c clear that I was a horny white piece of crap and obviously I wanted to be naughty. I said I did and I would be their fuck toy while they were there if they wanted. They talked among themselves and decided that one would fuck me the other two clean and rotate until everybody got some quality time.

Danni and Tabitha left the room. Kimberly picked up some of the rope and asked if I enjoyed being tied up. I nodded and said I enjoy about all forms of kinky sex and servitude. She said to put hands behind me and she tied my wrists. She asked if I was happy now and I nodded. She kissed my cheek and said that kind of takes the pressure off doesn’t it, I said yes. She said now I had to do what they wanted I agreed.

She stripped completely and had me kneel while she sat in my desk chair. I moved closer and I sucked her small tits for a while then moved my mouth to her pussy and began licking her. She stuck the blunt end of a dildo between my teeth, pulled my face to her crotch, and threw her legs over my shoulders and start fucking her. She gyrated a lot and kept encouraging me to pick up my rhythm. Kept going until she came. We paused then she leaned over my desk and I crept behind her, dropped the dildo from my mouth and slowly explored her rose with my tongue and ate her ass. She kept moaning... oh you are good. I could hear the other two cleaning upstairs the whole time. When she finished she dressed, told me to lie down. She’s tease me with the remote, buzz me and flicked my clit until I came again. She laughed at me said I was a trip, and then she called Tabitha in.

Tab laughed at seeing me tied up. Kimberly had me stand up so Tabitha could get a good look at my naked body, said she’s all yours and left the room. At first Tabitha didn’t know what to do with me. I encouraged her that I’d eat her or do what I could to please her. She undressed and I marveled at her firm body. I told her I really liked her body. She smiled and said I bet you say that to all the girls you fuck. She played with my tits then buzzed me a few times with the remote. She asked what I wanted to do, I said anything let me suck your tits, your pussy, your ass, please… or fuck me I don’t care. She also sat in my chair and spread her legs out straight. I walked to her, knelt and went for her pussy. She shivered and I sensed she was a little tense but I kept working her softly. Eventually she got into it and when her hips began gyrating and her breathing intensified, I knew she was getting there. I noticed she closed her eyes and hissed oh Gawd as she came. I kissed her and moved to tongue her ass but she pushed me away. She told me quietly that I was the first woman she’d been with and always wondered what it was like. I thanked her for letting me be the first. She smiled and said … it was easy that I was all tied up, was obviously into girl sex and non judgmental.

By then the other two were on the main level. Tabitha dressed and walked me down there. Danni was about to go to the lower level and Kimberly said go down with her. So Danni and I went downstairs to that bedroom. She fondled my tits. My cunt was matted with my cumm which she noticed. She swiped some up on a finger and fed it to me. . Calling me a real treasure. She undressed completely. Her body was soft, her pussy unshaven. She laid on the bed face up, legs spread apart. Arms still tied behind me, I crawled up and leaned into her and began softly sucking on her labia which drove her nut. I moved all around her pussy and finally darted my tongue inside, then lapped upward several times to the underside of her clit. She immediately stated whispering... don’t stop. I kept repeating my strokes and knew I’d found her weakness. She flooded me and Gawd was she hot. I asked for her ass but, too, was hesitant. I begged her please it’s my duty and I could be punished by my mistresses if I didn’t. She asked how they punish me. I said usually by beating the daylights out of me. She giggled and said we don’t want that to happen. She rolled over and got on her hands and knees and I wrestled my face in between her butt cheeks and licked her rose. We heard the other two coming down the steps. I kept sucking her as they cleaned, then she rolled off the bed and joined the others to finish cleaning the lower level.

. I remained on the bed until they finished. Kimberly came over and said, alright last time we were here and talked, there was this thing we talked about; piss. I said yes, she said Monique says you are a piss pot. She helped me off the bed and ushered me to the downstairs bathroom and sat m on the toilet. They took their jeans off and one by one they came in and pissed on me. At the first flow from them I started pissing too. When they’d finished, Kimberly untied me. She tossed some sponges and cleaner at me and said okay you clean this up bitch. I dropped on all 4s and had the strangest sensation of being the maid to the maids who were cleaning my own home. Somehow that excited me. They buzzed me with the remote and laughed as they watched me until it was cleaned up. Kimberly opened the door to the store room and had me show the cage to all of them, which caused some talk. Asked if it came apart and I said yes. I did not get in nor did they ask me to.

We all went back to the main level. Kimberly told them to wait and she and I went back upstairs to my study. She closed the door again and told me she wanted me to do her exactly as I did last time. She took her jeans off. I got my rabbit vibe rabbit. She sat in the chair and I started buzzing her with the rabbit, licking her tits and tummy, and fingering her hole all at the same time. She moaned and popped off another cumm which I licked. Not much else was said, I wrote her a check, tipped her and set an appointment for 3 weeks.

Jan 5 2009: Daphne's Garage Again

Katrina and Jody mentioned to me several times lately that I need to visit Daphne again. This morning I called her and she was absolutely ecstatic that we might get together. She made arrangement for a sitter, an older girl in the neighborhood. We set noon as the appointed time to meet and I told her I’d pay the sitter. Having a sitter in the house forced us to use her vacant garage as our den of iniquity. Fortunately the weather was in the mid 60’s and partially sunny so that didn’t present a problem. In conversation earlier this morning, Jody, demanded that I should travel nude except for a raincoat and I foolishly agreed. When I told this to Daphne, she hooted and said she had a couple of demands also, one that I not shower, essentially come as you are as if I just rolled out of bed, and that I add hose and garter belt to my skimpy ensemble. She thinks that's sexy. I told her I’d bring toys and wine. She also wanted a bottle of bourbon. I said I would and winced since I know that would necessitate a stop at a liquor store, dicey with just a raincoat on but I’ve done it a time or two before.

I also mentioned that I would serve anyone else she wanted. She asked again if I was serious about her having a friend; I said yes. She called me a fucking low life white cunt laughed and said get my ass down there by noon.

Dressed in my famous brown raincoat, heels and hose I set out and headed for the liquor store, went in and bought the brand she requested. The short rotund black woman looked at me kind of suspiciously as I paid and I thought … honey if you only knew where I was headed and what I’m up to.

I got to Daphne’s just before noon, parked in the alley behind her house and walked to the side door of her garage. I thought of how brazen I’ve become - to be virtually naked, parking in an alley in a predominately black neighborhood. The garage was pretty much the same as when I was there back in October. Piles of junk were everywhere except this time there was a single bed mattress laid out toward the center. I put the bourbon, wine and my toy bag on a workbench along one side of the garage, lit a cigarette, left my raincoat on and waited. Within a few minutes, she came out of her house and into the garage wearing jean and a sweatshirt, carrying a plastic bag with cups, ice and her strappy. She grabbed me and we kissed and I wanted her to take me immediately. She pushed me away, smiled at me, called me a slut and poured both of us a bourbon. She looked at me and I knew the look. I unbuttoned the raincoat and tossed it over one of the piles of junk and stood nude save for the hose garter belt and heels. She looked at me and called me dirty rotten slut. I smiled back and said and yes and I’m all yours. She chuckled and said yes, mine and everybody’s. We laughed. She took a few sips and said she’d told the sitter she’d be in the garage for a few hours straightening out stuff.

She leaned back against the workbench and I knelt in front of her and worked the jeans over her sumptuous hips, pausing to unlace her sneakers and then pulled the jeans off. She pulled the sweatshirt off and unclasped her bra, freeing those huge tits with the large areolas and puffy nipples. She called me a fucking low life cunt, the same thing she called me earlier that morning and shoved my face into her pussy. I held her lips apart and sucked on her sweetness, alternating my tongue between her vagina and her clit. She hissed at me, asked how I wanted things to today, did I want it rough and I blurted out yes Maam. She pulled my hair titled my face back and slapped my face several times and said then eat me harder bitch. I literally gnawed at her pussy until she screamed and exploded. I sucked her nectar, kissed her pussy over and over until she pulled my hair back again and slapped me and said again but play with her ass. I wiggled a finger up her and licked her until she orgasmed again.

She glared at me and said so now you want my nasty ass don’t you bitch, I said yes Maam, your nasty ass, your piss, your shit I don’t care. She called me the lowest white woman she ever knew and said tell me how much I want to suck her shit hole … those exact words. I told her desperately that I wanted it. She said it may not be exactly pristine. She spied my toy bag on the workbench and got out a rope and tied it around my neck like she’d just leashed a cow. She ran the long ends of the rope around her waist and tied them in front of her drawing my face against her ass cheeks and almost choking me. In essence, I was harnessed to her ass andcouldn’t back away without choking myself. I separated her cheeks. I knew she shit that morning and I smelled her residue and began sucking. She’d keep sticking her rear end back at me making the contact between her ass and my lips tighter. I was almost suffocating in her hole and all I could see, smell or taste was her ass but I sucked and licked her.

All of a sudden the side door to the garage opens and I hear a definitely black voice holler woohoo. I probably turned pale. They obviously know each other. I couldn’t really see her since Daphne has me harnessed so tightly in her ass. I started struggling and Daphne yells eat me more bitch. Then she yells … this is the white bitch I told you about, fix yourself a drink and get naked and help me use this whore.

I tried to pull my head back but Daphne pulls me in tighter until I choked. The other woman mixed a drink, stood there for a minute and bantered back and forth with Daphne. At one point she yelled … look at them little titties (referring to mine.) I moaned into Daphne’s ass hole. The other woman made fun of my body, how white I am, how small my tits are, how I’m ass sucking her cousin. They bantered back and forth and the cousin got another rope and wound it behind my head to the front of Daphne’s waist in one large loop, then did it again and again. I was fucking crazy. Daphne started trying to walk in small steps around the garage. I screamed I scampered on my knees behind her. For every step she took, I probably had to knee walk 3 or 4 steps. I wrapped my arms around Daphne’s waist and held on for dear life. I felt like a clown. The cousin picks up something and swats my ass. I’m crying licking Daphne’s yelling and both of them are laughing. The cousin, Vanessa, shoves my face harder against Daphne’s ass. I’m mortified. She starts cursing me, calling me an uppity white whore who likes ass. They’re bantered back and forth again and I hear the door open and another black woman’s voice. Immediately there's laughter. Daphne tells me that the first woman is Vanessa her second cousin and this new woman who entered is Christine, Vanessa’s sister-in-law. The first thing that goes thru my mind ironically is that I bet family dinners at this place are a blast. They did the usual mocking then asked me my name and I blurted it out but into Daphne’s ass, so it came out muddled. Vanessa said, it sounded to me like you aid “asswipe”.

Daphne’s cell rang and we walked (me knee walking) over to the bench. Apparently the sitter had a question. They suggested she walk over to the house with me still buried in her ass but obviously that didn’t happen. They untied the rope holding me to her butt and Daphne threw her clothes back on and went to the house. For the fist time I got a look at the two women and they at me. I would guess both to be around 40; Vanessa built along the same hefty line as Daphne and Christine smaller with darker skin. Both at this point were clothed and I was still on my knees.

The situation was awkward for a minute without Daphne. Their eyes drilled into me like knives. I started to get up to give my sore knees a rest but Vanessa asked me where I was going. I said my knee were hurting, she slapped me and said whores like me should be on their knees enough to toughen them up. So I kept kneeling.

Daphne returned. She had a bag of chips, a jar of peanut butter, a jar of grape jelly and bread, which she set on the bench. She told me to get busy and make some PBJ’s for them. They drank more and talked about me. Daphne told them about meeting me in a hotel and at Chantra’s apartment and meeting Katrina. She went into a lot of detail about Katrina saying back then I could be used in anyway even as a toilet. They all still had their clothes on at this point. She also told me to tell Christine and Vanessa how many black women had fucked me. I had to repeat some of my history which was embarrassing. We were all eating sandwiches and chips and drinking at this point and sitting on bags of junk. They told me I looked like a nasty skanky bitch without my make up and such.

When we finished eating they were ready to fuck. Daphne undressed again, as did vanessa. She indicated I should eat Vanessa first. I undressed her and she pushed me down on my back on the dirty mattress and straddled my face. She was hairy and I was quickly trapped under her massive thighs and just started eating her pussy. She rode my face. All the while Daphne is telling her to let me do her ass too. She kept grinding off on me until she cummed. I moved back to her ass and licked her and fingered her pussy. She was really smothering me until she came again. She got off and told me I was damn good.

They gave me another glass of wine and a shot of bourbon to rinse my mouth out then Christine settled over me. She was wearing a long flowing dress and she bunched it up at the waist. I slid her panties aside and tongued her. Somehow the mystery of her not being naked and her body hidden by the dress added to my intensity. She was sopping wet when I started licking her. One of them, and I eventually figured it was Vanessa, pushed my legs up and started fucking my cunt with the strappy. I was told not to cumm and it took all my will power not to since I was so worked up. Christine gushed on me and I moved back to lick her hairy ass hole. She climbed off me panting. By this time I was sweating and trying to get my breath and Vanessa had stopped fucking me.


They asked me if I wanted to cumm and I said yes. Daphne said for me to stand up and play with myself and put on a show. If I decided I wanted to cumm the penalty for cumming was they all would piss on me. I said I didn’t care, I wanted to cumm. So I stood up and played with myself. They’d give me instructions to expose my ass hole, to pinch my nipples and so on. I went into some kind of robotic dance waiting for my next command. At that point I knew I was putting on a show for them and it excited me immensely. Daphne handed me her glass of bourbon and told me to piss into it and drink. (She’d done this before the first time we met at the hotel back in October.) So I did the whore thing and pissed in her glass and drank. They clapped and hooted at me and told me to piss more. I did and this time I was drinking straight piss over ice. I kept dancing swaying and playing with myself. When I got to orgasm I asked them but I had to do more so I frigged and grabbed my tits harder until they gave me permission. And wow, did I cumm. I had to steady myself against the bench to keep from falling. Finally I wobbled over to the mattress and collapsed. Daphne quickly dragged me off to the garage floor and pissed on me, spraying me from face to tummy. Vanessa and Christine also pissed on me until I was lying on the garage floor in their piss.

They grabbed the strappy and a dildo and put me on all fours. I ate Daphne to a cumm again while the other two alternated fucking my cunt and ass. I felt like a pin cushion but I couldn’t stop. When Daphne had orgasmed her 4th time she took the dildo that had been in both my cunt and ass and fucked my mouth. I ate Christine again and Vanessa started on my cunt, first with her fingers then I realized she had all four fingers together. I screamed but she kept pushing, I pleaded with them not to fist me but Daphne slapped me and told me to shut up. When she stuck her fist in me I cried and begged but she kept rotating her fist in me and pinching my clit. They said I had to cumm before they’d stop. I grimaced. The pain was too intense. They talked all kinds of crap about me, that a real whore could take it, but she removed her fist and went back to four fingers and sawed into me, that worked and I started feeling things build. They sensed it and just as I was ready to climax she shoved her fist into me again and I orgasmed in tears. She slowly withdrew and slowly started working on entering my ass. I freaked. I was too tense and couldn’t relax enough. She shoved my face to the mattress and left my hips up but still it didn’t work so Vanessa stopped trying and settled on a butt plug.

Daphne and Christine grabbed my arms behind me and tied my wrists and upper arms. She said I was going to pay for not having my ass fisted. She got another rope and tied more but it was definitely not necessary the first one was so tight. She pushed me down on my back, arms under me, and slapped my face again and called me names, dirty rotten whore and such. She said I’d have to fuck every woman in her family even her aunt. Maybe all the daughters, and she was calling out names which I can’t remember. She said I was about to get a treat, all their shit. They tied my ankles together then she squatted over me, her ass toward my face. She waddled down my body until her ass was over my tits and I saw her hole open and this brown log emerge. I shut my eyes and felt the turds dropping on me. She pushed her ass back against my face and wiped her hips side to side and I felt her hot residue rubbing over my nose and cheeks. She got off and told the others to brown me but nobody else could or didn’t have the urge to do so. Vanessa handed her the knife I’d made the sandwiches with and she smeared her shit around my tits and tummy like she was buttering bread or something. She wantd somebody else to brown me but nobody did.

The garage obviously stank. I was still laying on the mattress on my back, hands and ankles tied, smelling like her shit, their piss and cumm, plus my own body odor. She went over the garage door and raised it and I begged no, please. She said hush up, bitch. We got to get the stink out. Anybody who looked in the garage or drove down the alley would have clearly seen me naked tied and shit covered lying on the mattress shaking.

One by one they dressed. She went back over me serving all the women in the family. Vanessa laughed and said even aunt somebody (didn’t get the name) who is 60. Vanessa remarked that it was 4:00 and she had to pick up her girl at dance class and needed to be going. She stood over me and laughed down at me and said it had been a blast meeting me. I told her it was my pleasure and I’d enjoyed her.

At that point Daphne untied me and gave me a rag and the melted ice cube water to wipe off. She and Christine talked some more while I cleaned off. But even with it all wiped off I still smelled. I said I really needed to get home before my hubby did and shower. I stood up and looked at myself, my hose were ruined and the garter belt was ripped. She said I looked like the perfect alley tramp which was way too true. I started to remove the butt plug but she said leave it in until I got home. I gathered up my toy bag and put the rain coat back on but she told me to do one more thing; to walk into the alley and take my garter belt and hose off and toss them on the ground since they were useless. So I did. Then came back and thanked them. She laughed and said she wondered who will find them there. I laughed as well and told them how much I enjoyed the afternoon, and I’d do it anytime. I left with a sore cunt, smelling like what I was and completely naked under the raincoat. All th way home I thought of what a great bunch of gals they were actually.

Dec 30. 2008: A Day I'll Never Forget

Katrina previously told me to be prepared for a day that might be on the extreme side, and was it ever! It’d been nearly two weeks since I’d seen anyone. Other than that, she gave no details except she might have a friend or two and to be naked when arrived late morning. That’s how I was when she drove up around 11:15. From the dining room window I watched as she, Perna, Janna and Alexi got out of her car. I knew I was in for a rough day. I unlocked the door and knelt in the foyer as they entered. The four of them hovered around me like I was some oddity then began making comments, slapping my tits and face and finally spitting in my face. The verbal abuse was flagrant and they laughed and described me in the dirtiest terms I think I can remember. Katrina checked to see if I had the new vibrating butt plug in me and I did. She picked up the remote and demonstrated how it worked and my reaction to the others. Then she passed the remote to the others and each in turn sent me into frenzy.

Katrina asked me when my last enema was, and I truthfully couldn’t remember and said probably 2-3 week. She scolded me for inserting the plug into a dirty ass hole. Perna grabbed milk out of the fridge and they directed me upstairs. I crawled up the stairs like a bitch. They followed behind, taking full use of the remote to cause me to stumble up the stairs. When I’d falter they’d swat my ass cheeks and verbally humiliate me again..

I crawled into bathroom and pulled the plug out. Katrina mixed milk and warm soapy water and had me on my elbows and knees. She wasn’t gentle inserting the lubed nozzle, nor in releasing the liquid. While they filled me, between moans I’d have to oink and bark. I sweated, shed tears, cramped and begged to release, I have no idea how long I held it. I heard Perna and Alexi rummage thru my closet and come back with a couple of leather belts and flail away at my ass until I was given permission to crawl backward to the shower stall and release. They told me how much I resembled a despicable pig.

They tossed a couple of instructions at me, then went downstairs and left me to clean up. When I’d done so; I crawled to my study, fetched my toy bag (one of their instructions) and picked my way on my hands and knees down the steps to rejoin them.

Katrina inserted my plug then attached clamps and weights to my labia and nipples. I had to refer to my tits as milk bags, my mouth and face as a toilet hole, my pussy as a cow cunt and my ass as my white trash face. It was humiliating, plus I had to moo and beg each of them to use me. They thought it was comical. I on the other hand felt the humiliation building. As I’d go from one to the other, the remote was passed as well and whoever I was in front of begging would flick the switch and send vibrations through my ass, leaving me shaking and on the edge. At one point the vibrations were so strong I actually peed on the floor. They threw words at me like pathetic, degenerate, worthless, shit-for-brains, etc.

Finally Alexi summoned me to suck her. I ate her pussy, then her ass in front of the others, and then I went to Janna and did the same. They smeared as much of their cumm and fluids on my face and commented on how I smelled like a stinky cunt face.

Katrina suggested we order Chinese take out and have me answer the door naked or in a negligee. Then she decided on a different idea. Since it was such a nice day, unseasonably warm for late December, 66 degrees and sunny, we should get out and drive to a grocery store and get some sandwich stuff or salads, plus doing a little public humiliation as well. I chilled at that thought. They talked among themselves about what I would be allowed to wear. Their first thought was that I’d wear a bikini, and then talked through a myriad of options including me going naked with just a long jacket and heels. Finally they decided some hooker attire would be appropriate and acceptable. Alexi and Perna went up to my closet and selected a black mini, and a thin white blouse, thigh highs and heels. I put that on and of course, no bra or panties. I still had the vibrating plug in my ass. Katrina had the remote. We took my car. Katrina drove, Perna sat in the front and I sat in the back seat between Janna and Alexi.

We went to a grocery store about 5-6 miles away in a not so great area. We walked through the lot towards the store. Immediately people started looking at us … three black women, a Latina woman and me, dressed like a white trash slut. I prayed nobody would know me but on a previous time I shopped this store I’d bumped into someone I knew. In addition to my attire, my face still smelled strongly of their orgasms, and I had the vibrating plug in me. We selected some salads from their deli, a jug of inexpensive wine and two bottles with screw off caps. When we went to check out, Katrina guided me to a check out lane where a black girl was the clerk …about early 20’s, plump but cute and pleasant. Her name tag said Tahzie. Katrina asked her if she’d like to see me dance, I freaked. Tahzie looked puzzled. Katrina hit the remote switch. I moaned and grabbed the edge of the counter. They laughed and Katrina told me to tell her why I did that. In a voice barely a bout a whisper, I had to tell her that I had a vibrating plug up my ass. Katrina coyly held up the remote so Tahzie could see it. She broke into laughter. I had to tell her I was their whore and would she like to use me sometime. Katrina was more direct and asked if she could get off work but Tahzie had to stay on shift until 7:00. So I asked her for a date and we swapped phone numbers. Katrina told her she could bring any close girl friends and she’d like to see this happen next week at the latest. Janna and Alexi committed to being available to guide the proceedings if necessary.

We walked back to the car and again I was in the middle of the back seat flanked by Alexi and Janna. Katrina didn’t drive straight back to my house but instead took a meandering way back. Janna and Alexi unbuttoned my blouse completely and bunched my skirt up around my waist so I was completely visible. By now they’d open a bottle of Riesling wine and poured it into plastic cups. We all were drinking, and they kept refilling my cup. I didn’t mind, it was sweet and I loved the taste. They had me play with myself and would hit the remote sending shivers through me. I began to feel decadent as hell.

At stop signs and traffic lights it was scary. I didn’t know what people could actually see but at a four way stop a group of people waiting to cross the street gawked like hell. I was scared to death but actually got excited. We drove off and Katrina mentioned she was headed for a county park. Perna turned and told them to take my blouse off completely, I begged no but it happened anyway. By this time we were in a fairly rural area. Then the comment was hell why have the skirt on at all. Alexi unfastened it and wrestled it down my legs then pulled off my thigh highs and heels. I was fucking naked and didn’t have a stitch of clothing on my body. I shook uncontrollably especially when they hit the remote. Katrina turned into the county park. By this time Janna and Alexi had separated my legs and sandwiched them between theirs, exposing my cunt completely. There's one spot where the narrow road in the park parallels a jogging/biking trail and she drove slowly. They lowered the window and the sight of the sunlight on my naked body drove me insane. As we cruised past a group of guys on bicycles there was no doubt they saw me. Katrina told me to frig. We kept cruising and I kept frigging. By now I was in a frenzy. She crept past another group of women jogging and the look on the joggers face was stunned disbelief. There were a few other people up ahead, moms pushing toddlers in strollers and such. Janna hit the remote again and told me to frig until I orgasmed. I was absolutely in a different place and suddenly didn’t care what happened. At that moment I would have done anything they asked of me. I frigged in earnest and we cruised past these other people. Clearly some of them saw what was happening and that added to my drunken decadent feelings. Katrina turned the car around and we cruised back by them. By the time we passed the joggers again I could not hold back any longer and started moaning and cumming like a crazy woman. I had the most mind bending orgasm I think I’d had in months. I slumped back in the seat amidst their laughter.

We exited the park and drove toward my house. Katrina passed a small farm and turned down a gravel road and stopped the car. There was nobody around. They all got out and yanked me out. Katrina hissed at me to frig and don’t embarrass the animals. I stood stark naked, my left hand pulling my nipples and my right hand buried in my cunt, leaning back against the car, sunlight flooding my body, legs slightly bent and frigged. Katrina kept hissing at me that she should make me climb over the fence and get in the field with them. While looking a pasture of goats and sheep and a couple of donkeys, I had another orgasm. It was the most bizarre thing I think I’ve ever experienced. My mind went into the strangest place and I literally felt like I was one of them. As I leaned against my car recovering from my orgasm, Katrina laughed and said baby we’re coming back to this place someday. Somehow I know she’s not kidding.

Once home we parked in my garage and I wobbled unsteadily and naked into the house. Katrina took me to the front parlor and slipped out of her jeans and I ate her like a still crazed woman. Perna came in and I turned my attention to her, literally yanking her panties off and smothering myself between her thighs. They gave me a huge cup of wine which I guzzled, then took me and the toy bag upstairs to my study. I lay on the floor on my back, with several layers of towels under me. Perna tied my legs spread wide the ropes attached to legs of furniture and my wrists roped together and pulled above my head. I was in a Y type position. Katrina got a space heater out of the bathroom; put it between my legs, about 18inches from my cunt. Turned it on... I immediately began to feel the heat. She started flogging my cunt and calling me a public whore and all kinds of names. She and Perna went back downstairs. They snacked then came back up with a bucket of ice and a pitcher of water. By now my cunt was feeling the heat unmercifully. They stuffed ice cubes in my cunt poured water on my cunt and flogged me some more. They turned the heater off and let me cool off then turned it back on. The four of them were standing over me by this time. Alexi had the remote and kept sending jolts of vibration through me. My cunt got hot again and I begged for her to turn it off. She would put, ice, cold water on my cunt. They stripped and Perna face sat me again while Alexi whipped my cunt with a flogger. They repeated the process until my cunt felt tortured and like raw meat. I was crying. They took turns whipping my cunt, hitting the remote to the plug and face sitting me, pissing on me until I couldn't think straight. I went into orbit again from the sensations and orgasmed again.
Katrina got my suppositories again. She said a brown out was long over due and I needed one more to finish off the old year. I begged no, but that evil look told me it was useless. She and Perna shit on my cunt, Alexi and Janna on my tits. I lay there in shame with their brown on me. They mocked me squatted over me and pissed a little more, then turned the heat off, stuffed several ice cubes in my cunt until I screamed. They laughed at my agony and made comments about the stench of brown on my body, then left me alone withering in pain from the heat and ice, went downstairs and snacked on the goodies from the grocery store again. When the ice finally melted, I lay there drained and feeling every nerve ending on my body still tingling. I tried not to absorb the smell of their shit but it was impossible. When they came back, they cleaned their brown off me. Perna had and empty wine bottle and fucked my cunt until I cummed. I pissed again, some of which they gathered in the bottle. She held the bottle to my mouth and poured my piss down my throat, I sucked the wine bottle like a baby taking milk from a bottle.

Alexi mocked me and told me how much fun it was going to be to see my face pressed between Tahzie’s fat ass next week. They untied my ankles and raised my feet over my head and eased the plug out of my ass. Alexi shoved it in my mouth and I gagged at the smell. She played with my clit and kept telling me that she was going to call Tahzie and warn her I’m a greedy old whore so maybe she should bring some friend. I absolutely went bonkers and out of nowhere I cummed again.

Finally Katrina thought I’d had enough. They untied my wrists, took the plug out of my mouth and gave me some mouth wash. I thanked them for what was probably one of the most complete experiences I’d had in months. They dressed and Katrina kissed me good bye and wished me a happy new year filled with more of the same that I’d just experienced.

Dec 01, 2008: The New Maids

A few weeks ago, at the strong suggestion of Katrina, I dismissed the cleaning crew that I’d used for a year or so and attempted to hire a more ethnically diverse crew. The first attempt failed miserably but through my network of ethnic friends, one suggested a woman named Kimmy. It sounded like a relief in a way; however, the person who recommended Kimmy also told her about some of my past experiences and my fondness to serve black women. Nonetheless I made arrangements to hire Kimmy.

Yesterday Kimmy and her crew arrived around 11:45 for the initial cleaning. They started doing their thing, cleaning. I was still in my robe ... being cautious but friendly. Kimmy is about 40, slender, no-nonsense type. Abby, I’d guess about 20ish, slightly heavier, and the 3rd woman is Dannie, probably late 30's also slender build. They’re actually quite good. I offered them wine, water, whatever but they politely declined. It started out as strictly business, no mention of anything relating to my preferences or anything the mutual friend might have said, though Kimmy did give me funny looks and did ask how I knew Mona, the mutual friend, to which I replied I knew her through Suzy who is a friend of mine. She smiled but said nothing.
The entire time I tried to be careful. I didn’t want another disaster like I had when Chantra was here last month attempting to coordinate this and it ended in a mess I did overhear Kimmy call Mona on her cell.

About 2:30 Kimmy asked me to come down to the lower level which she cleaned. I thought she wanted to show me something about the cleaning but instead she said Mona had called her back and verified some things about me. Was it really true that I was some kind of a white trash slut? I said yes Ma’am that I’d been serving black women for over 6 months and I’d be honored to serve her and her crew also. She said she didn’t have time today, she had another house to clean this afternoon, but if we get serious she’d rearrange her schedule the next cleaning so she had more time. She also said she understood I’d cleaned for black women and from what she understood, for me it was some kind of a game but cleaning houses for her was her livelihood … did I understand the difference. I replied I did and also that I didn’t want to cause any strife or do anything to offend anyone.

She didn’t answer but said she wanted to ask me about some things she heard, that Mona, Suzy and some other people had used me even to the point of being a toilet. I turned beet red and said yes. She said you are one weird white bitch aren’t you. I said I’ve come to accept it as my role.
She said Suzy had told Mona I had a bag of sex toys plus a dog cage down here. I said the toy bag is upstairs in my closet but the cage is kept down here. I opened the door to the storage room and showed her the cage which was disassembled and leaning against some spare furniture and boxes. She said that can solve another problem because I’d been following them around and that bugs her so maybe next time I should be in the cage when they clean to keep me out of their hair. The only thing I said was I didn’t mean to be bugging them but I was just curious what they did. She asked where the toy bag was and we went up to my study and I unzipped it. She didn’t say much, just nodded.

She asked if I was naked under my robe and I said yes. She said show her so I dropped the robe and stood naked in front of her. Her comment was not bad for an old whore. I thanked her. She swiped her finger through my cunt, sniffed it and stuck her finger against my mouth. I instinctively sucked my fingers. She laughed quietly, then stuck her hand down the front of her jeans, kept it there for a few seconds and brought that hand to my lips. I sucked her scent off her fingers.

Her mood changed like somebody flicked a switch. She shut the door to my study and wiggled her jeans down to her knees, then said eat me bitch. I dropped to my knees and started sucking, fondling licking her pussy. Hairy, but wet. I wanted to do everything a once. She told me to get some fingers in there quickly. I shoved 2 inside her and licked her clitty. While I was doing this one of her girls called up to her and said they were finished, she yelled back then just go to the van and wait. I kept sucking, fingering, she hissed at me hurry bitch. She saw my rabbit in my toy bag and said use that. I got it, pressed it in her, against her and buzzed her, all the while kissing her abdomen, running fingernails down her thighs, licking around the edge of her button while the rabbit buzzed her. When we found the right combo, she let me know and I just kept doing it until she climaxed. I licked her pussy softly, blew cool breath against it and brought her down. All she said was Gawd almighty.

She dressed, I threw my robe on. We went downstairs and I wrote her check, tipped her. She said I hate to fuck and run but … maybe I could just suck her juices off the rabbit and finger myself; I smiled and said I would. I thanked her. She’ll let me know about next time.

Nov 25, 2008: Chanel's Apartment ... Again

Today was set aside to meet Daphne, a new friend and mom of two cute girls at Chanel’s. Also it was to be the first introduction of her to Katrina.

I arrived about 10:15 with the champagne and orange juice Katrina requested. She asked about my mood and I said ready to give 110%. She laughed and had me strip nude then go into the kitchen and mix a large pitcher of mimosas. Katrina and Chanel yakked a bit until Daphne arrived. When she did, I greeted her naked which put a huge smile on her face and escorted her into the living room area for introductions. I brought the drinks in on a tray and served. Daphne seemed to be a good fit and Katrina complimented me on my find.

Katrina had me slide the coffee table aside and lie face down in the floor with my head at Daphne’s feet and pay homage to her feet while they talked. I removed her sneakers and socks. Katrina told me to get busy and suck her toes while they got better acquainted. I rubbed her feet sucked each toe and licked the soles of her feet while lying on my tummy prone on the floor. Daphne loved it. I could hear them talking about me, as if I wasn’t there, going over all the things Daphne and I had done so Katrina had a clearer picture of our activity. When they got to the activity in the garage Katrina loved that detail. Even though I’d completely told Katrina everything we’d done, she seemed to enjoy hearing it from Daphne. I just kept sucking and spreading my saliva over her toes, Katrina used my butt as her foot rest which gave me the distinct feeling of being something akin to a rug, sucking like a human piglet and being used as a footstool.

I could hear every word that was being said and Katrina wasn’t mincing words or thoughts with Daphne about the extent of my past activities. She hit every facet and made it clear Daphne had her permission to use me anyway she wanted even to the point she could use me to make some money for the holidays. Her only caution was men were a no-no without permission. At one point she interjected her views on black female superiority over white trash bitches and if Daphne had any doubt to look at me, naked and prone on the floor sucking her toes while they sat clothed and sipped cocktails like civilized women.

She went back to the toilet activities again and had me stop sucking and stand facing them, which I did. Then she poured me another mimosa, half a glass and told me to piss in the glass to fill it. I held the glass between my thighs and pissed. Then she told me to look Daphne straight in the eyes and drink it. I did not hesitate and drank the entire glass. Daphne roared.

Katrina said she and Chanel were going to leave the apartment and my slut room was at the top of the stairs and she hoped she enjoyed her time with me. Before they left Daphne and Katrina had a private conversation in the kitchen which I didn’t hear.

They left and we went upstairs with my toy bag. I undressed her and we fell on the double bed in that upstairs room and I began pulling her clothes off like a crazed bitch. I went straight to her pussy. She pinioned my head between her legs and told me to suck. The whole time I’m sucking her she’s hissing at me about what a whore I am and that made me suck her harder. She came and we paused, she wanted penetration and I got a strappy and began fucking her first in her pussy and then at her demand, in her ass. While I did her ass she frigged until she had another cumm, and told me to withdraw. She asked me how her ass looked and it was slightly open. I plunged my tongue in and sucked her flicking my tongue just inside her hole which drove both of us wild. She eventually came again and we rested.

She asked if I was ready for a fuck and I was. She suggested we play some games. First she rummaged through my bag and got out the leather wrist cuffs and a little padlock. She cuffed my hands behind me and helped me get on my knees, face against the mattress, ass in the air. She penetrated my pussy and started a slow fuck until I was begging. Then she got evil and rammed me until I screamed and orgasmed. We both went to the bathroom, me still cuffed, and peed. We went back to the bed and she got the ankle cuffs and cuffed my ankles.

At that point she said she had to go, that it was almost 1:00. I positioned myself so she could uncuff me but she said no way. I said, what??? She laughed and said Katrina said to leave me that way. I protested and asked who was going to let me free, to which she replied, Katrina didn’t tell me. She dressed and kissed me and left.

I lay there in frenzy, rolling around on the bed exasperated as hell, still smelling like pee. Finally I heard someone come in downstairs. I definitely heard Katrina and Chanel talking and called out but there was no answer. Eventually Katrina came up and asked me how I was doing. She sat by me on the bed. I asked what time it was and she said around 1:45. She told me there was supposed to be a second part to the afternoon but things didn’t work out. I looked surprised and asked what. She said eventually it’ll happen. She undressed and pressed her pussy at my face, kept pressing it then moving away until I was going wild again, then lowered herself on my face and I ate her to a cumm.

She uncuffed me. I showered, dressed and went downstairs. We talked. She asked how I felt and things would probably pick up after Thanksgiving which I said was fine. I feel I'm really back into things again.

Nov 14, 2008: Ritual at Alanna's

The past days were not my best. I’d quarreled with Jody and to some degree been pouty with Katrina. Initially Friday morning I was going to the exercise studio but another thought hit me. Originally I had a function this afternoon from 4:00-8:00 which had been cancelled this morning. So I had the time I needed and after thinking about things a few minutes, I called Alanna and was very specific … did she had some time available to tie me up and ignore me. I told her I’d been in a bad mood lately and my behavior was a concern and disappointment to those who hold me close. She expressed no problem with my request and was delighted to hear from me. I left almost immediately before I changed my mind.

On the 35 minute drive over I thought through things. I knew where this had to go; I knew my dour mood swings had to end.

I got there around 11:20. We sat in the kitchen and talked. I opened one of the two bottles of a Pinot Noir I brought with me. We drank wine, me lots more than she, nibbled at food a little. We talked mostly about my current situation, my behavior and the little triggers that were sending me into orbit. I described my rants of the past few weeks, everything. She seemed to understand. When I really began to feel the effect of the wine, we switched topics to what we’d do during the next few hours.

We went to her bedroom about 12:30. The atmosphere was cozy and warm despite an overcast day that produced rain by the bucket loads. The atmosphere, yes, I needed this. She brought up the CD player and I loaded it with classical CD’s I brought … mostly music from the Baroque period and Renaissance period, Mozart’s Requiem, Beethoven 7th, Bach’s Mass in B Minor, Handel’s Chandos Anthems and Pergolesi’s Vespers. That may sound strange but that’s music I can get lost in and makes me feel like a supplicant or an offering or a sacrifice and speaks to me internally about my transgressions. A sinner needing redemption; yes I’m weird like that but I guess it’s my Catholic upbringing. I make no apologies for that part of my psyche.

While I selected the order in which I wanted the music to play, Alene draped her bureau with a burgundy and beige table runner, lit several tall candles and sticks of incense. The bureau now resembled an altar in a way. She was with me all the way on this, that she’d be my High Priestess and in the end, I’d worship her.

I stripped naked, peed, then returned to the bureau and presented myself to her. She kissed me and said she wanted this to work for me. I whispered that I did as well. She began tying me, hands behind my back, ropes above and below my breasts, rope around my body and arms. Then I lay down on the floor in front of the draped bureau which was transfigured in my mind now clearly as the altar. She roped my ankles, above and below my knees and then my thighs. I need to feel my body, my limbs against each other, the heat of my own body, the coarseness of the ropes. She turned out the lights, gave me more wine through a straw, kissed my lips, my nipples, told me I was beautiful. I shed a few tears. She kissed my eyelids, then wrapped a thin blindfold around me, said it was about 1:00, closed the door and left me.

I lay there… felt the effects of the wine, the music, the incense and the security of the ropes … immediately absorbing the music. I’d started with Pergolesi’s Vespers and OMG I started crying. , I went into a different place. I could hear rain pelting the bedroom windows, rain on the roof, rainwater running through the gutters and feel my own rain in the form of my tears wetting the blindfold. I sensed harmony. I felt the sacrifice.

She returned and sat in the room but didn’t say a word at first. I don’t know how much time passed but Pergolesi is a 2 CD set and it was well into the second CD. She said she loved the music, leaned over me and I could hear her jeans loosening. She told me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue. She pressed a finger to my tongue which had her pussy scent. She did the same to my forehead, then to each cheekbone. She whispered that will give me something to think about. Her scent alone drove me in dreams; that she marked me with the sign of the cross sent chills down my spine.

She sat for a moment then helped me to my knees; I peed in something she held. She kissed me and said she was going to walk over to her barn for a while, asked if I would be okay for perhaps an hour, maybe longer. I nodded. She gave me more wine then laid me back in front of the bureau. She verbally prepped me, saying I’d be alone, naked, tied, helpless could I handle it, I whispered yes. She left. When I heard the front door shut behind her I felt momentary anxiety but I went through it quickly. I laid there listening to the rain and the music and smelling the incense. I focused on my situation. Sometimes I’d roll from one side to the other. I wanted to cumm but there was no way I could.

I was almost in slumber when I heard the front door shut and figured it was her. A considerable amount of time had passed. She came into the room asked how I was, I said wonderful. She said it was close to 4:30. She’d talked to Katrina and told her things were good. I thanked her.
She untied my legs, removed the blindfold, let me go pee in the commode. When I came back she untied my hands, rubbed my wrists, and then retied them behind me, wrists to elbows. She retied my legs differently; right ankle to right thigh, left ankle to left thigh, exposing my cunt. She rubbed my cunt, told me she thought my desire was building and it was. She got a candle and dripped wax on my breasts and nipples, then on my tummy and around my cunt. She stroked me more but she stopped before I got close to a cumm, blindfolded me again, left the room and shut the door. I lay there like a ball, rolled side to side and finally stopped and absorbed things again. By now it was raining harder and I was glad I was where I was. We were into Mozart’s Requiem.

When she came back and removed the blindfold it was dark outside and the only light in the room was from the four candles on the draped bureau. I asked what time it was and she said about 6:20. I moaned and mentally calculated I’d been tied for over 5 hours. She asked if I was feeling better and I said much better. She propped me up with my back against the bureau, sitting on my butt, and feet on the floor. She ran ropes from my thighs to the legs of the bureau spreading me open, inserted a ball gag in my mouth and left me again. Soon I was drooling and it didn’t take long for drool to coat my breasts, tummy and down to my mons.

At some point she came back, waxed my tits again then blew out a candle and began using the base end to tease me. Between her working my cunt with her hands and the candle I orgasmed twice, the second time leaving me totally satiated. She asked me if I was ready to come out of my bondage which I was, by that time my mind was totally free and refreshed. She untied me. All in all I was tied for more than 6 hours and I loved every minute of it.

She undressed while I peed. We went to her bed. I snuggled between her legs and began working her breasts and pussy with my hands and mouth. I took my time, think I covered every inch of beautiful caramel colored skin with kisses, made it last, repaid her for both my orgasms, then rolled her over on her tummy and nestled my face between her ass cheeks. She rose to all fours and stuck her ass back and I continued until she was shuddering with her third orgasm.

We lay there for a few minutes, trading little kisses and touching. We talked a little bit more. I thanked her for catering to my needs. Finally I showered, dressed and left there just before 8:00.

Right now I’m fine. Streaked with rope marks of course but most will fade in a day or two. A couple won’t. I don’t care. Inside me, though, I feel markedly calmer. I think that’s the main thing.I plan to take it easy the next few days, but will see Katrina next Monday or Tuesday. She sent me a note earlier saying she talked to Alene and was glad I’d used some initiative to heal.