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.