July 2008: Meeting Madam S

Brianna was at the store waiting for me. I was somewhat timid but we talked for a moment and she pointed me to a dressing room where she’d laid out some things. She said Katrina contacted her yesterday and had a specific theme in mind. She went into the dressing room with me; there was only one other customer in the store and 3 other clerks to attend to them. She said Katrina gave her permission to watch me try on things, if I didn’t believe it I could call her. I said … no, I believe you. She politely asked me to take off all my clothes. I hesitated but I did and stood naked. She snickered and said I had a good body for an older white whore. I quivered but I thanked her. I tried on 3 outfits but the one she said would meet Katrina’s requirements based on what she knew was absolutely outrageous, an animal print top in tan and brown tones that tied with a string in the back and also around my neck. The front barely covered my boobs more than a bikini top would have. The skirt was a tan cotton mini. She also selected a black mesh thong. When I looked in the mirror, you could barely tell from the back that I had anything on above my waist. It was extremely revealing. With my heeled sandals on I looked slutty.

She told me Katrina said she was entitled to a favor, that she understood I was quite an accomplished pussy licker. I blushed and said nothing. She told me to get on my knees and demonstrate what I could do. I said, here? She said yes, right here and now. She leaned against one wall of the dressing room and quietly told me to raise her skirt. I knelt and lifted the skirt, staring into a white panty. She had to coax me a little. I said I’m nervous about doing it here but she said to keep going. I slid her panties down and began softly tonguing her. I was slow, deliberate and tentative at first but she kept encouraging me and I let go and just started eating her. She guided my head and I licked her until she had a quiet cumm, which I sucked up. We waited a moment until she recovered and she told me she wasn’t disappointed. I thanked her. She gathered up the clothes I wore in, pulled the tags off the ones I was wearing, and said to meet her at the counter in a couple of minutes. I said, please, am I expected to go out into the store and to my car like this? She said … well honey I don’t make the rules, but give me your credit card and I’ll have you rung up when you get to the counter… and left the dressing room.

When I finally got up the courage to leave the dressing room I felt like I was half naked plus I knew I had Brianna’s scent on my face. Every eye in that store looked at me which made m more slf conscious. I signed my sales receipt and Brianna handed me my original clothes which had been bagged and then wrapped store tape around the bag. I immediately knew what was up. If I cheated and tried to put my original top at some point Katrina would know since the store tape would be broken. That’s so Katrina! Brianna told me there was one more thing, that Katrina wanted me to call her before I left for her house. I said I’d do it from the car, but she said, no way baby, right here. so I called. Katrina asked me if I looked nice and did I enjoy Brianna. I said yes and thanks. She said to meet her in the parking lot of the fabric store instead of her house, could I find it again, I said yes. She said let me talk to Brianna for a minute so I handed her the phone and stood there red faced while they talked for a minute, the whole time wishing I could fall through the floor. Finally they hung up, I thanked Brianna meekly and I left the store and walked as quickly as I could to my car which fortunately the store is right by an entrance and my car parked only a few spaces away.

On the drive to the fabric store, I still felt half naked and every stop light I just sat there and cringed until it changed. The irony of this was, to me, that I was driving around virtually half naked and doing so by a scheme hatched by Katrina and carried out by Brianna. No one was with me to tell me to do it. I was merely following orders. That got to me in a huge way.

Katrina was waiting for me and sure enough she asked to see the bag from the store. When I got out of my car and into hers she said, I love the look, salope, its so you. I had to tell her that in a strange way this was probably about as humiliating as anything she’d done to me. She laughed and said thank you, it pleases me that the simple things can send you over the edge. She also said I smelled like I had a good time. She handed me the blacked out sunglasses and said wear these until we get where we’re going. I slipped them on. Where we went or how long, I have no idea. She talked about Brianna for bit then told me she was taking me to meet somebody very special. That this person was important and everybody I met would be above me and I needed to show the utmost respect. I agreed. Eventually she stopped the car. I got to take the dark glasses off and we were parked in a driveway behind a very nice, secluded house. We went into the house and a young black woman met us and ushered us into a side room, furnished very Victorian. She said I’ll tell Madam you’re here and then she quickly left. I felt a little self conscious and nervous. I noticed she was dressed in a simple white tunic that came just to below her hips and wasn’t wearing a bra. She was probably mid 30’s, average looks.

Katrina told me to remain standing, she sat down. A moment later this large older black woman wearing a loose flowing robe (dashiki?) came in and they embraced. Katrina turned to me and said, Madam this is my slut, salope. She told me to greet her with respect. I knelt and lowered my head. She moved a foot in my direction and I kissed the top of her shoe, then the other one. She and Katrina sat back down. I didn’t know what to do at that point but I figured stay kneeling was a good thing. Katrina explained that Madam was the one who hosted the party she went to over the weekend. They commented that it was sad that I wasn’t able to attend but Katrina said we’re working on her status, aren’t we salope, I said yes Maam. Madam addressed me directly and told me to stand and let me have a look at you. She asked me to slowly turn around, then face her again, hands clasped behind my back, head lowered. I did. At this point that same black girl came in again with iced tea for both of them, she served them without speaking and left, then Madam asked me if I was pleased to be here, I said yes and thank you for having me.

She asked me to relate what I’d been doing since I met Katrina. Nervously I began and mentioned meeting Katrina’s friends, serving black women and that I’d gone through a transformation in the three months I’d know Katrina. She asked for specifics of how I’d served, that she’d heard it from Katrina but now she wanted to hear it from me. I paused because I figured Madam knew everything, so I talked about orally serving black women, about being a fuck toy, about being frequently tied up and beaten, that I was a masochistic pain slut, about enemas and being frequently used as a toilet, being driven around naked in a van, about picking up Bethany, buying a butt plug at an adult store, being a maid to black women to make their lot in life easier, everything. She quietly asked is there anything else you’ve left out. I though for a moment and said yes Maam a couple of things, that on one occasion I’d been presented to a black teenager who had rejected me for reasons that were family issues and once recently I’d been shit on. She asked how these things made me feel, I said like a common piece of white trash. She said more detail. I said I’d come to realize my previous attitude problem and had come to understand black women were superior to me and I was simply there to serve them and provide pleasure; that in doing so I felt a deep sense of servitude.

She asked me if I normally dressed this way, I said no, and related the incident from earlier today with Barbara. She asked who chose my clothes. I said Katrina and Brianna. She complimented Katrina that she had good taste in dressing a whore. Then very matter of factly she said, white sluts don’t usually wear clothes in her presence, to take everything off. She wanted to see my body. I took a deep breath and took off the top, then the mini and finally the wispy black thong. She indicated the shoes too, so I slipped off my sandals and stood naked facing her. She asked me to turn around and show my hole. I did, spreading my cheeks until she told me to release. My heart was pounding. Then I had to turn back around and spread my labia, then present my tits. She didn’t say a word during all this.

She turned to Katrina and said let’s go have some lunch, we’ll finish this later. I followed them and walked behind Katrina. We went into a small screened porch overlooking the back yard. They sat down at a small round table and I was told to stand behind Katrina with my hands clasped behind me again. This other black girl came in and served. I felt nervous but no one paid any attention to me. I stood there while they chatted about the party and the black girl, when not serving, stood behind Madam. I realized I really needed to pee but I said nothing. I just gazed off across the back yard wondering who could see me but I never looked anyone in the face directly.

When they finished eating Katrina asked me if I had any needs at the moment. I said I’d like some water (my throat was dry) and that I would humbly ask to pee. Madam asked me where I usually peed when I was in the presence of others. I said anywhere but the commode. She said very intelligent answer. She turned to the black girl and said she could take me out in the back yard on a lead. The girl left the room and came back with a dog leash and a plain collar with rings front and back. I stood there shaking while she fastened the collar and led me out of the room out the door I came in and around to the yard outside the porch. My heart was racing, being naked outside and leashed, following this girl. When we reached a spot she thought was appropriate, she turned to me and said, doggie style, bitch. I looked quickly up to the porch and saw both of them watching. I got on all fours and peed in the grass. This black girl just watched me but said nothing. When I finished, she led me back into the house, to the back porch. I thanked Madam, Katrina and the girl. Then the girl brought a bottle of water and poured it into a dish and set it on the floor. She said here’s your water, bitch. No body said anything and I quietly dropped to all fours and stuck my face in the bowl and drank.

This girl refilled both wine glasses. They got up and Madam said for the girl to leave the table as it was and suggested we go back into the parlor when we were originally. This time I was led by the black girl. They sat and I continued standing, the girl to my right holding the leash. Madam lit a cigarette and said to me … I’ve hard about your servitude, now I want to see it. My heart started beating a mile a minute! She turned to the girl and said go get what I laid out, she dropped my leash and went somewhere in the house and came back with a small leather whip, a flogger, handcuffs and a short chain. She said this is Delight one of my best servants, Miss Delight to you. I said hello Miss Delight.

She told Delight to get me in position, which was cuffing my hands behind me, attaching the short chain from my cuffs to the ring back of my collar to pull my hands up to the small of my back and tapping my legs apart. Madam said to Katrina I hope you don’t mind if Delight beats your slave. Katrina said it’d be a pleasure and my property is always available to you.Madam said, beat her. I froze. Delight used the flogger first; hit me on my right tit. It wasn’t that hard of a blow but it stung. Then she systematically whipped my tits until I was moaning. I just closed my eyes and let it sink in. then began to scream a little every time she hit me. She told me to open my eyes and look directly at Madam, I did. She moved to my pussy and hit me with a short stroke than caught me by surprise I yelled more. She kept on, never said a word, just kept swinging underhanded strokes against my pussy until I was dancing. Then she got the small whip and beat my inner thighs. I began tearing and moaning. She whipped me methodically around my thighs and to my back. Then went after my ass cheeks. These were harder strokes and she tore into me, really let me have it. Tears were streaming down my face. Katrina just smiles, Madam smoked one cigarette after another and didn’t show any emotion. When I thought it was all over she went back to my tits and hit them with the whip a few times. Then she stopped and moved back by Madam.

Nobody said a word. It was like they were waiting for me to regain my composure. Madam got up and came over to me and traced her finger over some of the red streaks. She asked Katrina if she was satisfied if I’d be beaten enough and she said yes. (Thank god.) She sat down and told Delight to uncuff me. After she did I knelt again and shifted my position so my left side was towards them and I was facing the door to the room. She had me look at the floor, in shame, as she referred to it. She told Delight to claim her reward. I wasn’t quite sure what that meant but I had an idea. I heard a rustling noise and Delight pulled my head back by the hair and I was inches away from her smooth pussy. Before I could breathe she pushed my face into her and snapped at me to eat her. I started eating her. She’d hiss at me things like come on white bitch, eat some good pussy. And believe me I gave it all I was worth. I pulled her labia apart and went after her slit like a crazy woman. She ground her hips at me and kept thrusting at my face and I heard her ask lady for permission to cumm which was apparently granted because she gushed in my mouth. I licked and licked until she broke away. I’d taken about three breaths and was looking at the floor again when she shifted her feet and shoved her ass back at me. I knew what this was about and I used my hands and separated her ass cheeks and went straight for her hole. While I was sucking Madam got up and walked a couple of steps to me and said you know where your tongue belongs, I want to see it. I grunted and extended my tongue as far as I could and stuck it in her ass hole and pushed doing the best tongue fuck possible, like my life depended on it. She stood by Delight and said does that feel good baby, Delight purred. She reached between her legs took one of my arms and moved my hand between her legs to her clit. I rubbed it while I tongue fucked her and felt her cumm again.

Madam sat back down and Delight and I remained in position until she stepped away and put her tunic on again. They let me get my breath for a minute, then Madam asked Katrina if she minded me doing a chore. She said no, please use her. Delight took me by the leash to the porch and instructed me to clear the table and clean up from the lunch. I said yes Miss Delight and did what she told me until the table was cleared, the food put away and the kitchen cleaned. Katrina and Madam were still talking in the parlor.

When I finished I was led back to the parlor and told to kneel again by Katrina. Madam said she was pleased with my performance and complimented Katrina on my behavior, that I was everything she said I was. She asked me if I’d like to visit again and I said it would be an honor. Madam said she had an appointment soon. I was allowed to kiss her feet, stand up and put my clothes back on. Katrina took my collar off and I again thanked them.We left, me again with the dark glasses on and again dressed in virtually nothing. I asked about today and Katrina said she thought I needed to meet some people, that Madam was pleased with me in general and we might be invited back. She told me this could be a good thing for me if I obeyed fully.She dropped me off at my car but she made me take the bag from the black store, still tapped up, and put it in the trunk. She laughed and said no cheating you whore. I scooted home. All the way I kept feeling so exposed. Really the humiliation potential didn’t stop until I got home. She’s wicked.