Lunch and afterwards, July 8, 2008

A note before I began.. There is much to be said prior to relating today’s events, but I’ve been instructed by Jody, my owner, to post this immediately. In the not too distant future I’ll recount how she brought me out of the shadows, slowly took control of me and led me into abusive sexual humiliation and degrading submission. For the moment, accept this as an event recorded on July 8, 2008.

I dressed as Katrina instructed me. Let me digress for a moment and tell my blog that my attire for these meetings and the majority of my outings is generally on the racy or risqué side. Some might say at times, I’ve dressed the part of the whore or slut, both of which I’ve become. This time I wore a white mini, a green spaghetti strap top, beige wispy thong, taupe thigh highs and white sandals with a 3-inch heel. Without a bra the slight sag to my mid 40’s tits and protrusion of my prominent nipples was predictably evident. Yes, it was embarrassing, especially to walk into a strange restaurant that way.

Standing in the entry way I felt stares immediately.Within minutes they arrived and we were escorted to a high backed booth. I sat next to the wall, Brianna by my side and Katrina facing us.Our talk was the typical, perhaps the only thing I should mention is that both Katrina and Brianna are distinctive ebony women, me, a middle aged Caucasian woman. I won’t bore the blog with details of lunch except to say that after I tendered my credit card for the meal, Katrina instructed me to go to the ladies room and remove my thong and return to the booth. Obediently I did so and returned with it clutched tightly in my hand. She told me to leave it in the seat and I did. God knows who found it and what they did. Was it thrown in the trash or will it adore someone’s wall tonight? To Katrina it didn’t matter and I’m past the point of caring. Trust me, this was mild.

In the parking lot, Katrina told me to ride with her and Brianna would follow driving my car. I slide into the passenger’s seat of her car and Katrina handed me the dark glasses that have become such a trademark of her dominance. Though they look ordinary, the inside of the glasses have been spray painted black, when I have them on, I can’t see a damn thing. It is one of her ways of keeping me off guard and constantly guessing when we ride to places I have no idea where we’re going. Again it has been far worse as I will eventually relate in this blog.

Throughout the ride she’d have me pull my tits out over the upper part of my top and at other times she’d have me bunch the mini up around my waist. She knows this gets to me in a huge way and it’s another layer of humiliation for me to deal with. I have no idea who, if anybody, saw, what road we were on other than I know it was a city street by the occasional stops we made, presumably at traffic signals. When she finally turned into driveway and I heard a garage door open, I had the sense that we were at her townhouse, and mercifully when I removed the dark glasses, we were.

Brianna joined us in the garage and we entered her home, a place I’ve been several times for various humiliations and acts of submission. Brianna’s presence there, though, was a first. Once inside, I obeyed her soft words and removed the skirt and top. In heels and thigh highs I served them drinks from her bar. I placed a brandy on the rocks for her and a white wine for Brianna on a tray and carried them on a small tray back into the great room. I returned for my wine, poured in a cereal bowl and placed on the floor at her feet.

Talk bantered back and forth between Katrina and Brianna as I paid homage to her feet, something that amused Brianna to no end. She’s very new in my life and to my knowledge isn’t aware of the depths of servitude and degradation I’ve endured at the hands of our hostess. I got up to refill the glasses and when I returned and knelt at her feet, Katrina demurely said, Brianna, I think I’d like to see my slut serve you.

With little being said, Brianna stood. Katrina only said make me proud and be the perfect whore to my guest. I assured her I would. I rose to my knees and looked at this bony beauty with the café au lait toned skin in her early 20’s. When I had removed her crinkled cotton pastel skirt and unbleached cotton blouse and bra and panties, I stared into the smoothness of her sex and placed my lips softly against her, recalling the essence I’d tasted a week ago for the first time. She said she wanted to relax, since the first time she’d been standing and me kneeling in front of her as I was now. Without hesitation, I got a towel from the powder room and placed it in the seat of the wingback chair. She sat; knees wide spread, and gave me a little look. I moved into her treasure, inhaling her and licking her at the same time. I worked her, alternating between soft slow strokes and more rapid tongue flicks until she said … just eat me you damn whore. I plunged into her.

About the same time I felt something hit me across the buttocks and I realized Katrina must have taken off her wide black and white belt and was using it to flail away at me. She kept on and I screamed my muffled sounds into her wet slit. Katrina was hissing at me, things like get her you piece of white trash. I went faster until Brianna tensed and lifted her hips against my face, I slid my hands under her cheeks and felt her spasms against my face and I knew I’d succeeded. We stayed like that for a minute, me blowing soft cool breath across her slit and telling her how wonderful she was all the while feeling the aftermath of Katrina’s attack on my stinging ass. Katrina came over to Barbara and readjusted her position in the chair, this time her knees in the seat, her head resting on the back of the chair and that gorgeous ass pouched back at me. Katrina barked at me, you know what to do. I did not hesitate and moved my hands to seperate her cheeks and stuck my face straight into her anal valley, sealing my lips against her puckered rose. Her acrid musk coated the tip of my tongue and I moaned. My mind was turning to frenzy and I stabbed at her opening, uttering wanton guttural noises. She reached under her and I sensed her hand cupping her pussy and within moments she orgasmed again.

We paused, drew air deep into our lungs. For a long time nothing was said then Katrina left the room and returned with a strappy complete with black dildo attached. When she handed it to Brianna, I knew what was coming.

Brianna moved behind me, strappy in place and pushed the tip into my cunt. I yelled. That only made Katrina urge her on, her words something to the effect of how we treat white whores. My cunt was already tender from this morning when Jody, the original perpetrator of my demise months if not years ago, had me ram my cunt 150 times with a dildo at the house before I left. I braced on all fours and Barbara quickened her strokes. I rocked with every stroke, my tits flopping back and forth, my hair flying like a mad woman. Katrina kept up her verbal; I remember the words fuck pig being hurled at me over and over. Brianna’s hands were twisted in my auburn hair and my head pulled back. All I could think of was she’s riding me like an animal and loving every minute of it. When I reached the point of orgasm I begged and was only rewarded with having to verbally degrade myself. When I’d called myself every name in the book, Katrina slapped my face and told me to cumm. I needed no more encouragement and rocked off two orgasms.

I lay face down on the rug for a moment gasping for breath. Katrina reached down and pulled me up and I wobbled after her to the patio doors. I stumbled out on to her private courtyard in 80 degree sunshine. She pushed me down on my back and straddled me, thrust her hips forward and released her pee across my body. When she finished, Brianna did the same and I laid there thoroughly used and humiliated yet somehow muttering thank you’s to both of them. Though Katrina has done this to me several times I was embarrassed that Barbara on our second meeting witnessed me at my worst.

Eventually Katrina threw me a towel and let me wipe off enough to go upstairs and shower. I came down, paid my respects to both of them and my deep appreciation for their attention. I struggled into my clothes and left.