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.