Aug. 20, 2008: My Stall

I found my way to Alanna’s farm even down the unpaved road that leads to her driveway. She lives about 25 miles from me. I didn’t see Katrina’s car but Alanna came out of the house and told me to strip beside my car and put my clothes in my car. I did exactly as she said and gave her the keys which she put in her pocket.

Once again I felt squeamish being nude outdoors at her place but she didn’t give it a second thought. She told me to walk to the barn and go into the second stall on the right; In that stall I’d find a small cooler with water and two four-packs of Sutter Home wine. I was to drink a bottle of water and 2 of the small bottles of wine and wait for her. I didn’t question her; I just went down the path, probably about 300 feet from her house.I entered the barn through the center aisle way and went into the second stall. I’d guess the stall was 10 x 10 or 12 x 12, small window with bars opposite the sliding door which is simply a large gate with bars, similar to a prison type thing. The floor of the stall was covered in wood shaving. There was an old dining room chair with a high padded back and padded seat. I saw the cooler and got out a bottle of water, two of the wines and started drinking.

It was hot; the temp today was around 90. I drank and I’d look out the window into the pasture and woods. I could see her three horses at the edge of the pasture under the trees. Once I peered out the barred gate door to see if anyone was coming. When I finished drinking I just sat in the chair and waited. It didn’t take long for me to start perspiring in that heat. I heard footsteps approached down the path. I rose and stood closer to the barred gate. Alene appeared with a canvas bag. She asked me if I was enjoying my surroundings. I said it was okay but why was I in the barn. Her answer was because that’s where I want you. Otherwise she just looked at me and smiled.

She said I’d get water every hour. I looked at her in disbelief and said, every hour? How long am I supposed to be out here? She laughed and said as long as necessary. She moved the chair against the far wall directly in front of the barred window and told me to sit … scooted forward in the chair so that only my shoulders and upper back were resting against the back of the chair, my feet wide apart on the floor and my lower ass cheeks hanging over the front edge of the seat, making sure my ass hole was well exposed over the front edge of the seat. When she was satisfied with my position she told me to put my hands in my lap. She took leather cuffs out of the canvas bag and wrapped them around each of my wrists, then connected them with a rope.

She lifted my arms over my head and tied the rope to the bars in the small window opening. There are just bars, no glass at all. My elbows were about even with my ears. By then I was shaking and I asked, what you are going to do to me. Her answer was, you’ll see. She got two long brown leather straps, about an inch wide, out of the bag. She told me to raise my legs and bend my knees back toward my tits. She found the midpoint of the long strap and placed it behind my right knee and yanked it back and tied the ends of the strap to the bars. Then she did the same with my left leg. My knees were spread much wider than shoulder width, I’d guess about 30-36” apart, and about the same height as my face. My pussy was spread, my hole visible. I was totally vulnerable and shaking like a leaf.

She asked me if I liked the way I looked. I nodded. She asked all kinds of sexy questions, how did I feel, why was my cunt oozing so much, if I’d been tied like that recently (I said never in my life). She laughed and said good, take a long look at your body, slut, because you're not going to see it for a while. She reached into the bag again and pulled out a long strip of black cloth and doubled it over. She looked into my eyes and smiled, then placed it over my eyes and blindfolded me, tying it behind my head. I said… please don’t, why… please... she said because I want to and I can. I absorbed the blindfold for a moment and realized I couldn’t see a damn thing. I asked where Katrina, said that’s not your concern, bitch.

I heard her rustling around in the bag. She asked … think you can stay like that for a while? I shivered and nodded. She said … good, because it’s going to be one hell of a ride. Then I felt something hit me hard across my cunt and I yelled. She hit me several more times each time I’d yell. She said I love to hear you scream, it makes me want to hit you harder so don’t stop. She whipped my cunt more and then hit my ass hole several times with something that felt like a crop. I was screaming, gasping for breath, and moaning. Then she hit my tits, with what I don’t know. She stopped, stroked my face and said that’s just to warm you up. I groaned and said that hurt. She said, it’s supposed to. I had to pee. She laughed and said, well, pee then, horses do it all the time in their stalls and I’m not too different. I pissed, my stream hitting the shavings on the floor.

She gave me more wine then kissed me fully on the mouth and I mean a passionate, lingering kiss. While she was kissing me she rolled my nipples and rubbed a finger through my cunt. She broke the kiss and stuck her finger in my mouth and I sucked my juices off. She said, good little bitch, be back in shortly, don’t go anywhere. I heard her leave.

I was stinging where she whipped me, sweating in the heat. My position was uncomfortable but not unbearable. I tried to relax, wondering where Katrina was. Sweat was rolling off me everywhere and I pissed again. I have no idea how long I was there before I heard footsteps coming to the barn, plus I heard voices. My main thought was … Katrina. I sensed them in the stall with me and moaned out who is it? No one answered, but I could hear them fumbling around. I was given another bottle of water and I drank, thanking whoever gave me the water. That was followed by more wine, which didn’t want but I drank it anyway. Hands played with my nipples, fingered my cunt which was wet, and toyed around my rose. Somebody’s finger was shoved in my mouth and I sucked it clean.

All of a sudden something hot and liquid hit my cunt. I yelled. It hit again and again and was pretty sure it was wax. It kept hitting and hitting and I kept yelling, begging … I was frantic. But it kept hitting and spreading and I could feel some of it run down to my ass hole. I’m almost positive there was more than one candle because I could feel it dripping on my clit and also my hole at the same time. I could feel it all around my pussy, my lips, clit, between the lips. And god!! It kept coming and hitting and I kept yelling. I felt it move to my nipples. They dripped it on both at the same time and I’m sure now there were two or more because wax was still hitting my cunt. That freaked me because I didn’t know how many people or how many candles. That alone was driving me crazy.

Then it stopped. I felt a hand rub lightly over my cunt and I realized the hand wasn’t contacting my cunt but stroking over the wax. I had the same sensation on my anus. Someone kissed me on my mouth and hissed words spaced out ... your cunt … and … your ass hole … are completely … and I mean completely … sealed in wax bitch. I’m sure it was Alanna’s voice. I almost came. Someone poured something, water I think, on the wax. I heard more rustling noises and someone standing in front of me. And then I felt piss hitting my waxed cunt and splattering everywhere. I moaned oh Gawd please … and then next thing I know I felt two streams of piss, one hitting me across my tits, upper body and face. Now I knew there were at least three people. There was a pause and another spray of piss hit my cunt again. I went out of my head. I was literally drunk on wine and ecstasy. I figured there were 4 people and beyond Alene, I had no clue who they were. They left, went somewhere fairly close because every so often I could hear laughing. They came back, and I could feel fingers rubbing across the wax. Someone pressed more water to my lips and I heard Alanna say … now bitch we’re going to have to get that wax off you … I nodded and thanked her. The next thing I felt was a hard crack of some kind of whip across my cunt, over and over. I screamed, I had the sensation more than one person was beating me. They’d pause, rub me and start again. I could feel the stinging. Then something struck me across my tits. I thought OMG they’re going to beat it off me. I pissed again in sheer fright. My cunt was absolutely on fire. I was crying under the blindfold. I could hear Alene say … scream you bitch, I love it. The beating paused for a minute and a finger went I inside me and then to my face smearing my juices and piss residue on my face.

The beatings started again and I pleaded … no more please. But somebody said… shut up bitch this pussy belongs to us. Most of the hits were on my pussy, a few at my anus. It hurt so bad I didn’t know what normal was. I cried so much the blindfold was soaked and tears worked their way down my cheeks. On top of that, the heat was miserable and I was sweating like a pig.It stopped after a while. By this time I was losing track of time or how much I’d been beaten. Somebody shoved something up my ass, probably a plug judging by the way it felt. Then someone untied the straps holding my legs up in the air and that was a blessed relief. When my feet were lowered to the floor someone kicked my legs apart. I asked if somebody would uncuff my hands and remove the blindfold but all I got was a hard slap on the face I was given water and then they left quietly and unannounced.

Again I don’t know how long I sat there alone. All I know was my cunt was aching and stinging. I remember moaning … please come get me. I had no idea who these people were but I had to believe Katrina was there, just not speaking aloud. I was able to brace my legs and actually raise my butt off the chair and regain some circulation. But when I did I realized how much my cunt hurt. I pissed again on the shavings in the floor of the stall. For the first time since Diane I really identified with what it was like to be tortured. At that point I really didn’t care what happened to me.I think I actually dozed off because it startled me when they came back in the stall. Then Alene started talking to me … telling me this was all about reminding me that my pussy didn’t belong to me anymore, that all black women owned it. She made it sound like she was reading from an official summons or something saying that You and Katrina had decided my cunt was to be severely beaten. She said black women owned my cunt and so help me; she started reading the list of names off “the list” off all black women I’d fucked. When she got to Jasmines name, she made snide comments about me sucking her. Then she said something about me not blogging all shit sessions and more punishment was due for Insubordination and a whole bunch of other stuff I don’t remember. They retied my legs back the same way, straps from the lower thighs behind my knees up to the bars on the windows, legs wide apart. I screamed but I was slapped again. Then the beating on my cunt started again. One of them pulled my lips apart and someone hit my pinkness with something over and over, not hard but it didn’t need to be hard smacks to cause me agony. I was in some other dimension. Finally it stopped. The plug was removed. My legs were untied and also my hands untied from the bars, Alene warned me not to even think about removing the blindfold. Someone helped me stand up and I almost couldn’t stand without someone holding me. The rope between the cuffs was untied and cuffs removed for a moment and someone rubbed my wrists and arms. Then my hands were handcuffed behind my back and I was pushed to the floor. My ankles were tied together and someone started pissing on me. I think they all did, I’m not sure. Someone repositioned me on the floor so I wasn’t lying in shavings dampened by my piss. I was given water. Alene asked me if I was okay, I nodded. They left but someone slid the barred gate to the stall shut … I laid there for a minute and passed out. How long I don’t know but someone came back and waked me and took the blindfold off. It was Alene. She hugged me and asked how I was feeling. I looked at her and with total sincerity said I feel okay, sore but like I have been in heaven. She smiled and said you’re a total masochist aren’t you. I nodded. We kissed again. I asked what time it was she said around 530. I asked who else was here but she wouldn’t tell me.

She got up and removed her clothes and pulled my face into her pussy. I made love to her pussy and ass with my tongue until she orgasmed.

She untied my ankles and led me to the wash stall in the barn. I noticed that her 3 horses had been brought in from the pasture to their stalls. I guess that happened while I was asleep. She showed me how she ties horses to wash them. The stall is probably about 10 feet wide and has hooks screwed into posts at each end of the stall. She untied the rope between my cuffs, stretched my arms out parallel to the floor, then snapped leather leads from the hooks on the sides of the stall to my cuffs, spreading my arms straight out. This sounds stupid but I felt wonderful and valued. She got a soft brush and warm water from the hose and washed me head to toe, being careful around my pussy … before it was all over I was getting aroused. I told her it felt good but I couldn’t cumm, I was too sore, but she said yes you can and you will. She worked her fingers in and out until I fucking exploded. I went limp and I think the only thing holding me up were the straps from my cuffs to the hooks on the sides of the wall. Afterwards she took some ointment and treated my worst marks.

We walked back to my car and every step was as painful as I could ever imagine. I dressed standing beside the car. It was about 630 when I left her place. I still don’t know who was there and it bugs me for some reason, mainly just curiosity. Alene obviously, Katrina I suspect, and as to who and how many others, I’m clueless.My cunt is unbelievably sore. I think my pussy hates me.