Aug 17, 2008: Shopping with Chanel

Before I relate my activities from Friday, I need mention a couple of things. The day prior, Katrina cut the nipples out a very tight bra. She wanted me to wear that bra, matching bikini panties, a red sheer blouse, a cream mini, red mesh hose, and strappy sandals. I looked outrageously cheap, but, of course, that’s what Katrina and Chantra intended. At the moment I didn’t give it much thought since my destination was Chantra's apartment. However when I arrived, the landscape changed.

The plan was Katrina wanted me to go shopping for slut shoes with Chanel. I said, dressed like this? And of course she laughed and said, yep, just like that. Swallowing what little dignity I have left, off we went. But it got worse; when we got to the mall, before we got out of the car, Chanel ordered me to take my panties off and put them in my bag. I thought oh fuck, here we go! Also, there is an underlying theme here, a darker purpose for this mall trip; I was to attempt to flirt with a black woman and if at all possible, make overtures to offer myself to her.

Walking through this mall was humiliating dressed as I was. People looked and stared at me until my face turned red. We went into three of stores and didn’t have any luck. I might mention that Katrina specifically wanted me to buy 6” heels. At one store, though, we found what Katrina wanted me to have but Chanel made me wait until one particular black girl clerk was free.

Chanel told the clerk, whose name tag said Renee; we need slut shoes for my baby. The clerk grinned; I turned away. She was probably early 20’s, short hair and somewhat overweight. She said she didn’t get a lot of calls for 6” heels but she had a few in my size. She brought out three pairs.I knew maintaining any degree of modesty was going to be difficult and I tried like hell to keep my pussy hidden when I tried on the first pair but I didn’t do a very good job. She got a glimpse by the expression on her face. Chanel saw it too. Nothing was said. That pair fit okay but Chanel insisted I try on all three pairs. The second pair fit terribly and I didn’t do more than stand up to find that out.We went to the third pair. Renee smiled when I worked my foot in. I walked around a few steps and said these feel good too, and sat back down. When I lifted my foot to take them off Renee blushed and Chanel said what’s up girl, did you see my sluts’ cunt? She giggled an “uh huh”. When I sat down and took them off Chanel said to her … do you ever get to see a white woman’s pussy very often. I said, Chanel, for god’s sake, please! Renee said no, she didn’t get many white women in here like me. Remarks like that make me roll my eyes and look for the nearest exit. But she said … go on baby relax and let her see. My heart was pounding and I hesitated. She gave me that look so, taking a deep breath, I opened my legs more. Renee's eyes got big as saucers. She asked me if I was a hooker or a stripper and are these shoes for my job? I said no. She said well most of these we sell to hookers and since I was dressed like one she figured I was. That was further embarrassing but I said I know it sounds crazy but this is what I was told to wear by my friend and another black woman who wanted me to buy outrageous shoes to please them. She said why is that? I said quietly because I’m their white slave. She looked stunned and said “huh, is that why you don’t wear panties?” I said I wear panties sometimes but they just happen to be in my bag. She said then why in your bag, I said because I was told to take them off before we entered the mall. She asked if I did everything they tell you.

I paused again wondering how deep I wanted this to go, but the look in Chanel’s eyes told me I didn’t have much choice. I said yes, this may sound stupid but I’m really attracted to black women and I’d be honored to be of service to you since you’ve been so good to me finding these shoes. I gestured to the first pair and the third.

At that point someone called her over to the register to straighten something out. I sat there feeling foolish. Chanel called Katrina on her cell. I couldn’t hear all of it but heard her say its going good, the bitch is trying but she needs to try harder. Then she said, I will, and snapped the phone shut.

Renee came back over, sat down and said to me in a low voice … okay, let me get this straight, what do you mean by service?

I hesitated and Chanel nudged me, so I said I’m a slave to black women and their sexual needs. My voice was quivering the whole time. She nudged me again and said tell her the rest. I said I’m beneath all black women and consider it a privilege to have them use me.She looked at me and said so you’re just an old tramp. My face turned red as a beet. I said if that’s how you think of me I can’t deny it. Chanel shot me a look and said listen bitch the answer is “yes”, you are a fucken tramp. Renée asked Chanel, did I have a problem with this or something. Chanel replied no, it must be something I didn’t have for lunch. She also asked Renee if she was cool with this so far.

Renee broke up in laughter and said yeah, so what’s this all about.

I resumed some degree of control and said I’d like to offer myself to you for anything you want. She said so you want my black pussy. I said yes Maam and your ass. She smiled and said I see… so when do you want to do this, today? I said at your convenience. We agreed on Sunday at 2:00. Chanel gave her directions to her apartment and Renee gave both of us her business card and wrote her cell number on the back. After I paid for the shoes at the register, she asked, “Anything, huh?” I said yes Maam, anything. Chanel said to her … honey let your imagination run wild.

Still slightly shaken we left the store. On the way out of the mall some idiot gave me a catcall whistle and yelled hey babe what’s under the skirt. Truthfully, I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

Chanel said on a scale of 1-10, I’d rate about a 6 at picking up Renee. I apologized and said I was nervous. We drove back to her place. We shared some comfort then she fucked me with a strappy and I ate her pussy. She gave me a key to her place and said just in case she’s not around; use it to get in Sunday. I thought that was considerate.

If all goes well, later today, despite my technique which could be smoother, something significant may happen. I'm sure i'll be instructed to let you know.