Once again, I found myself back on Jeanne's doorstep as ordered by Jody. I arrived about 11:30, carried my toy bag and enema kit back over. I felt odd, almost awkward walking into her house and being alone with her. Thinking back, I’ve never been 1 on 1 with a black woman her age. I’d bought her a hoodie and gave it to her as a way to thank her for yesterday.
We got a drink; a beer for her, wine for me. With some hesitation I told her I’d been given an order to see her again and to ask if she was interested in doing to me what her mom did yesterday (She also saw me browned at Alanna’s last month which I also mentioned.) She asked why and I told her again that when orders are given to me, my only recourse is to carry them out; if not, severe punishment usually resulted. We talked about that for a moment.
She mentioned Jasmine had bragged about using me and trying to beat me up. I said yes and if that’s what you want to do, I am in no position to deny anyone anything. She snickered and said get my fucking clothes off. I stood and started stripping. When I got down to my lace panties she said to ask her if I could take them off. I asked her several times until she said, does this old white slut what to show me her overused twat? I said yes Maam. I took my panties off and stood naked, feeling strangely awkward. I finished my wine. She had another beer; me, another wine.
She wasn’t sure where to start. I said, we could have sex or she could tie me up first if she wanted to. She extended one foot and stuck the toe of her shoe against my pussy and tapped it a few times. She decided to tie me up if ask me nicely. I asked until I was virtually begging. She said and what about this shitting on me. I said yes. She said, fuck you want a lot. Then I said I’d pay her. Her face lit up and she said ohhhh really???? I nodded sheepishly. She said how much, I said $100.00. She held out her hand and I took the money out of my purse and handed it to her. Doing so left me with a feeling of being the lowest whore on the planet.
Leaving my clothes on the living room floor, we took the toy bag and our drinks to her bedroom. I stood while she dumped my toy bag in the floor and selected several strands of rope. With these she tied my hands behind me then wound rope around my body, above and below my tits, pinning my arms against my back. She laughed and said this is fun. She had me bend at the waist, lubed my butt plug and shoved it in my ass, then worked my dildo into my cunt. She tied a rope around my waist then thru my crotch a couple of times to hold things in place and buckled my ball gag deep in my mouth. She said, now all your dirty holes are filled aren’t you happy. I was happy but I realized at the same time I was completely unable to resist or speak. She looked at me then slapped my face a few times, hit my tits, commenting on how raw my nipples were from yesterday then started twisting them some more. I winced and drooled. She pushed me to my knees then guided me until I lay with my back against the floor. She pulled her jeans off and worked her pussy over my face. I went after her with a hunger, all the little bells and whistles went off in my brain and I sucked her making it last as long as possible until she cummed. I licked her rose while she used a vibe on her clit. After she had another cumm she got off me and began tying my ankles together. The sight of her half naked body bending over me, tying me made me shake with fright and excitement.
She started typing on her laptop, clicking keys like mad. From the floor I couldn’t see a damn thing. Her phone rang and she talked for a minute, left the room, talked some more. I thought it was Pernilla because Jeanne gave an update on how things were going. When she came back, she hit my cunt with her shoe a few times. Then she did a diabolical thing … she took my empty toy bag which is a maroon soft sided, collapsible zippered bag and stuck it over my head and zipped it as much as possible. I couldn’t see a damn thing and knew I looked like an idiot with this bag partially zipped over my head. She said she wasn’t sure she wanted to look at my cunt face. I just laid there and accepted that she was completely in charge. Soon I tried to mutter that I had to pee, and somehow she sensed it but said I should have thought of that before I begged to get all tied up, so lie there and suffer. God, I was in agony.
She typed some more and eventually she said I could pee but it had to be on her terms which were I’d have to drink my pee. She said if I’d drink it she might brown me, but we have to wait a few minutes. I nodded. She asked who I thought was on the phone, did I think it was her mom? I grunted a yes. She said what if it’s the girl you talked to yesterday on the phone. I groaned. She laughed and said it was mom … no worries, maybe. She left the room and went somewhere. I thought I heard a cabinet door from the kitchen shut but I couldn’t be sure. I tried rubbing my head against the floor to see if I could get the damn bag off my head but I couldn’t budge it. It was annoying me to no end, I couldn’t see, I couldn’t hear much and my bladder was aching. I thought about peeing on the rug but that might cause serious trouble, so I held it. A few minutes later she came back and told me she went to get a bigger container since I probably piss more that my wine glass would hold. I breathed a sigh of relief.
She helped me to my knees, legs still tied, bag still on my head, undid the crotch rope and took the dildo out of my cunt. My cunt was oozing though, that much was undeniable. I felt her shove a glass container between my legs and I started pissing.She said now I want you to see something. She unzipped the bag, took it off my head and fuck! There was another girl standing in the doorway to her room. My eyes went wide open and I yelled into the gag a long nooooooooo. The girl started laughing. Jeanne said, slut meet Alexandria, the girl you talked to yesterday on my cell. I felt completely foolish and humiliated, I wanted to hide. My eyes were frozen wide open and my mind wouldn’t leave the obvious fact that I was naked, drooling, tied up, and that I’d just pissed in front of her. Then it dawned on me the door I heard shut in the kitchen wasn’t a cabinet door, probably was the back door. The girl was a lot shorter than Janna, slim, definitely Hispanic, black hair to her shoulders, dressed in jeans and a sweater, arms folding across her chest. With the bulky sweater, I couldn’t tell much about her breasts but she filled out her jeans nicely.
Jeanne took the gag out and slapped my face several times, shouted for me to drink, that Alexandria doesn’t believe you’re a piss drinking bitch and she has to go soon. She picked up a clamp off the floor and attached it to my left nipple then twisted it until though I’d die. When I opened my mouth to scream she stuck the jar against my lips and tilted it. As I was drinking she said to Alex … one thing she was learning about me was if she really wanted me to do something, torturing my nipples worked very time. Alex laughed. Deep down I knew Jeanne wasn’t as innocent as I first thought.
Alexi asked... so who are you anyway? I didn’t know what to say. Finally I said I was being controlled by my owners. She said how old are you, I told her, I asked who she was. Out of nowhere she slapped my face and said … I ask the questions here, piss breath. She said Jeanne says I paid her to shit on you, is that true. I said yes Maam. She slapped the hell out of me again and said I’m not a Maam. You call me Miss Alex. She said, again how much did you pay her to shit on you? I said $100. Alexi untied my legs and wanted me to stand up. Jeanne undid the ropes and I stumbled to my feet and stood and was amazed that Alex was about 4-5 inches shorter than me. She twisted the clamp on my nipple and snapped it off, I winced, she slapped me again and said I had bad manners. Shouldn’t I thank her for removing the clamp? I said thank you for removing the clamp.
She said, okay I want to see this shitting thing. Jeanne says she doesn’t mind, do you. I hesitated, and she slapped my tits harder than she had my face. She said, answer me. I said no Miss Alex, I don’t mind. She said I was nothing but some old cheap whore. Jeanne led me to the hall bathroom. She untied some of the ropes but left my hands and elbows tied behind me, then had me lie in the tub. She took off her jeans and panties. I could see Alex leaning against the wall, arms crossed in front of her like some supreme aloof bitch. Janna’s butt was over my tits and she held back until she thought she could deliver. I closed my eyes when I saw her hole expand and I felt two plops on my tits. After she shit she pissed which hit mostly my tummy then she moved back so I could tongue her hole still warm with residue. All Alex said was what a cheap slut I was. She came over and sat on the edge of the tub and peered down at me. She said I might bet on seeing her again real soon. She spit at me and somehow I remembered to say, thank you Miss Alex. She left the bathroom, Jeanne got scissors and cut the ropes off my hands. I showered and cleaned the tub. When I came out, Alex was gone.
Pernilla got home before I left. I thanked her for allowing me to serve Jeanne. We talked until she had the details. She commented it was nice I’d met Alex. She hugged and kissed her daughter and said she’s so proud of her. Also, FYI, She plans to talk to Katrina about me spending more time there.
We got a drink; a beer for her, wine for me. With some hesitation I told her I’d been given an order to see her again and to ask if she was interested in doing to me what her mom did yesterday (She also saw me browned at Alanna’s last month which I also mentioned.) She asked why and I told her again that when orders are given to me, my only recourse is to carry them out; if not, severe punishment usually resulted. We talked about that for a moment.
She mentioned Jasmine had bragged about using me and trying to beat me up. I said yes and if that’s what you want to do, I am in no position to deny anyone anything. She snickered and said get my fucking clothes off. I stood and started stripping. When I got down to my lace panties she said to ask her if I could take them off. I asked her several times until she said, does this old white slut what to show me her overused twat? I said yes Maam. I took my panties off and stood naked, feeling strangely awkward. I finished my wine. She had another beer; me, another wine.
She wasn’t sure where to start. I said, we could have sex or she could tie me up first if she wanted to. She extended one foot and stuck the toe of her shoe against my pussy and tapped it a few times. She decided to tie me up if ask me nicely. I asked until I was virtually begging. She said and what about this shitting on me. I said yes. She said, fuck you want a lot. Then I said I’d pay her. Her face lit up and she said ohhhh really???? I nodded sheepishly. She said how much, I said $100.00. She held out her hand and I took the money out of my purse and handed it to her. Doing so left me with a feeling of being the lowest whore on the planet.
Leaving my clothes on the living room floor, we took the toy bag and our drinks to her bedroom. I stood while she dumped my toy bag in the floor and selected several strands of rope. With these she tied my hands behind me then wound rope around my body, above and below my tits, pinning my arms against my back. She laughed and said this is fun. She had me bend at the waist, lubed my butt plug and shoved it in my ass, then worked my dildo into my cunt. She tied a rope around my waist then thru my crotch a couple of times to hold things in place and buckled my ball gag deep in my mouth. She said, now all your dirty holes are filled aren’t you happy. I was happy but I realized at the same time I was completely unable to resist or speak. She looked at me then slapped my face a few times, hit my tits, commenting on how raw my nipples were from yesterday then started twisting them some more. I winced and drooled. She pushed me to my knees then guided me until I lay with my back against the floor. She pulled her jeans off and worked her pussy over my face. I went after her with a hunger, all the little bells and whistles went off in my brain and I sucked her making it last as long as possible until she cummed. I licked her rose while she used a vibe on her clit. After she had another cumm she got off me and began tying my ankles together. The sight of her half naked body bending over me, tying me made me shake with fright and excitement.
She started typing on her laptop, clicking keys like mad. From the floor I couldn’t see a damn thing. Her phone rang and she talked for a minute, left the room, talked some more. I thought it was Pernilla because Jeanne gave an update on how things were going. When she came back, she hit my cunt with her shoe a few times. Then she did a diabolical thing … she took my empty toy bag which is a maroon soft sided, collapsible zippered bag and stuck it over my head and zipped it as much as possible. I couldn’t see a damn thing and knew I looked like an idiot with this bag partially zipped over my head. She said she wasn’t sure she wanted to look at my cunt face. I just laid there and accepted that she was completely in charge. Soon I tried to mutter that I had to pee, and somehow she sensed it but said I should have thought of that before I begged to get all tied up, so lie there and suffer. God, I was in agony.
She typed some more and eventually she said I could pee but it had to be on her terms which were I’d have to drink my pee. She said if I’d drink it she might brown me, but we have to wait a few minutes. I nodded. She asked who I thought was on the phone, did I think it was her mom? I grunted a yes. She said what if it’s the girl you talked to yesterday on the phone. I groaned. She laughed and said it was mom … no worries, maybe. She left the room and went somewhere. I thought I heard a cabinet door from the kitchen shut but I couldn’t be sure. I tried rubbing my head against the floor to see if I could get the damn bag off my head but I couldn’t budge it. It was annoying me to no end, I couldn’t see, I couldn’t hear much and my bladder was aching. I thought about peeing on the rug but that might cause serious trouble, so I held it. A few minutes later she came back and told me she went to get a bigger container since I probably piss more that my wine glass would hold. I breathed a sigh of relief.
She helped me to my knees, legs still tied, bag still on my head, undid the crotch rope and took the dildo out of my cunt. My cunt was oozing though, that much was undeniable. I felt her shove a glass container between my legs and I started pissing.She said now I want you to see something. She unzipped the bag, took it off my head and fuck! There was another girl standing in the doorway to her room. My eyes went wide open and I yelled into the gag a long nooooooooo. The girl started laughing. Jeanne said, slut meet Alexandria, the girl you talked to yesterday on my cell. I felt completely foolish and humiliated, I wanted to hide. My eyes were frozen wide open and my mind wouldn’t leave the obvious fact that I was naked, drooling, tied up, and that I’d just pissed in front of her. Then it dawned on me the door I heard shut in the kitchen wasn’t a cabinet door, probably was the back door. The girl was a lot shorter than Janna, slim, definitely Hispanic, black hair to her shoulders, dressed in jeans and a sweater, arms folding across her chest. With the bulky sweater, I couldn’t tell much about her breasts but she filled out her jeans nicely.
Jeanne took the gag out and slapped my face several times, shouted for me to drink, that Alexandria doesn’t believe you’re a piss drinking bitch and she has to go soon. She picked up a clamp off the floor and attached it to my left nipple then twisted it until though I’d die. When I opened my mouth to scream she stuck the jar against my lips and tilted it. As I was drinking she said to Alex … one thing she was learning about me was if she really wanted me to do something, torturing my nipples worked very time. Alex laughed. Deep down I knew Jeanne wasn’t as innocent as I first thought.
Alexi asked... so who are you anyway? I didn’t know what to say. Finally I said I was being controlled by my owners. She said how old are you, I told her, I asked who she was. Out of nowhere she slapped my face and said … I ask the questions here, piss breath. She said Jeanne says I paid her to shit on you, is that true. I said yes Maam. She slapped the hell out of me again and said I’m not a Maam. You call me Miss Alex. She said, again how much did you pay her to shit on you? I said $100. Alexi untied my legs and wanted me to stand up. Jeanne undid the ropes and I stumbled to my feet and stood and was amazed that Alex was about 4-5 inches shorter than me. She twisted the clamp on my nipple and snapped it off, I winced, she slapped me again and said I had bad manners. Shouldn’t I thank her for removing the clamp? I said thank you for removing the clamp.
She said, okay I want to see this shitting thing. Jeanne says she doesn’t mind, do you. I hesitated, and she slapped my tits harder than she had my face. She said, answer me. I said no Miss Alex, I don’t mind. She said I was nothing but some old cheap whore. Jeanne led me to the hall bathroom. She untied some of the ropes but left my hands and elbows tied behind me, then had me lie in the tub. She took off her jeans and panties. I could see Alex leaning against the wall, arms crossed in front of her like some supreme aloof bitch. Janna’s butt was over my tits and she held back until she thought she could deliver. I closed my eyes when I saw her hole expand and I felt two plops on my tits. After she shit she pissed which hit mostly my tummy then she moved back so I could tongue her hole still warm with residue. All Alex said was what a cheap slut I was. She came over and sat on the edge of the tub and peered down at me. She said I might bet on seeing her again real soon. She spit at me and somehow I remembered to say, thank you Miss Alex. She left the bathroom, Jeanne got scissors and cut the ropes off my hands. I showered and cleaned the tub. When I came out, Alex was gone.
Pernilla got home before I left. I thanked her for allowing me to serve Jeanne. We talked until she had the details. She commented it was nice I’d met Alex. She hugged and kissed her daughter and said she’s so proud of her. Also, FYI, She plans to talk to Katrina about me spending more time there.
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