I decided to be fully dressed when Sue came over. That included bra and panties, skirt and blouse, hose and heels. I wanted to have the clothes as a defense against her and it made me feel comfortable. She got here just before 11:00. We settled in the front parlor again. She had a khaki skirt and a black top and a very attractive pair of black open toed heels. I was obviously nervous but not as bad as yesterday. She asked me is it too early for wine and I said, no, that I’d had a glass to calm me. She gave me that same smirk I saw so many times yesterday.
When we’d poured wine and I’d gotten her an ashtray, we did general chit chat for a minute, she said this place was strange and took some getting used to; I agreed and said we’d moved here from Florida over 3 years ago and I found the overall atmosphere to be too conservative and hypocritical for my tastes as well. But here we are anyway.
She felt like she stepped into something, referring to what she saw last week and our conversation yesterday. I nodded and said I wanted to apologize for my indiscretion that she unfortunately witnessed. She said it was mutual and her main concern is she’s a mom of two teens and would hate for them to see what she saw. I assured her I totally understand and the house she moved into had been vacant for so long that perhaps I’d developed a false sense of boldness. I added that had it been summer and the trees filled out she probably would have never seen what she did.
She smirked and said her impression was she really had me reeling yesterday, responding to all her demands including undressing. I said yes, I‘d never been caught before and it left me limp all over. She asked how I felt now. I said I’m still nervous about being caught. She said relax, she wasn’t going to use it against me. But she’d wondered why do I do what I’ve been doing? I said I don’t know. Jody had conditioned me for years to respond to her demands and being with Katrina the last 11 months had exacerbated that on a more real time basis. I told her I’d never envisioned I’d find this such a part of my life or feel the need to respond by becoming a … I struggled for the right word and finally said … slut. She laughed.
She gave me a little background on herself, she had a girl friend a few years ago whom she experimented with sexually but that friend moved away about three years ago and she missed to fun. To fill the void she’d done some internet things herself, acting as a domme’ to some women but it wasn’t the same. More recently she figured out her husband was playing around and she’d considered getting back at him by having her own little affair but men are such jerks she hadn’t brought herself to do it.
I said I was sorry about her situation. She said thanks but it happens.
She drank some wine looked at me and said enough of this. She’d thought about our talk yesterday and she has some questions and wants straight answers. I said alright.
First why am I dressed to the nines? Is that how I go around the house all day? My response was no, usually I’m nude; sometimes I dress in something specific if I’m told to by Jody and or Katrina. She said if naked is your usual thing, I need to get naked, to stand up, do it just as we did yesterday. I stood, took off my blouse, then my skirt and lay them on the chair. She said no, throw them in the floor. I did. She gestured with her fingers to my bra and I took it off. I tossed it in the floor, then slid my panties off and tossed them in the floor. She said leave the hose on she likes me in hose. I nodded. She said she was sure I had sexier heels to get them and come back.
I went upstairs, got my red strappy sandals on and retuned. She said much better and to remember that hose and high heels on a middle aged woman add to the sex appeal. I said yes, she said lets try “yes Maam.” I said yes Maam. She said now I look more natural and she loves how willingly I obey, even on little things like throwing my clothes in the floor.
Second, what’s the deal with the cage? I told her how Jody and I started using it back in fall of 2007 and I’d spent considerable time in there, even overnight and this was before I agreed to be whored out. It was used as a training tool of sorts and Katrina had also used it. She asked where is it. I said downstairs in the storage room. She said refill our wine glasses and let’s go see. While I refilled, she went to the powder room.
We went to the lower level; I opened the storage room and showed her. She told me to drag it out and assemble it where she saw it when she peeked through the windows last week. I followed her instructions explicitly, though I was quivering. She told me to take my wine glass and get inside. I hesitated and she said NOW. I did. She shut the door behind me and asked when I’m by myself how did I stay inside or did I cheat? I told her about the locks, freezing the keys in a yogurt cup and all that. She said ingenious, who thought of that, I said I did. She said is there a key frozen now? I said no Maam. Where are the locks, I pointed to the bathroom linen closet. She got them and locked one over the door and put the key on the table next to the recliner and sat down. She said how did I feel now? I said nervous. She said are you getting wet, I said a little, she said show her. I opened my legs and exposed myself as best I could. She cackled and said to think she was living next to one of the most outrageous sluts she’d ever heard of. I blushed. She told me to keep playing with myself but don’t get too worked up.
She asked did I have a toy bag, I said yes Maam upstairs in the closet in my study. She asked what’s in it, I told her and she smiled. Said we’ll check that out at another time.
Fourth question, how frequently was I used? I told her it depended on what I was told but it would average 2 times a week, sometimes more. She asked who I see, I said I have a group of women, mostly black that I see, some frequently some I’ve only seen a time or two. So you’re like a slut on call? I said yes Maam.
The last questions were about the pee spot on the patio? I told her I’d been trained to be available as a toilet for those who wanted to do that. I was nervous as hell at this point. Did all those girls piss on me last week? I said yes Maam. Does that happen a lot? I said it did. She asked was that it. I hesitated. She said remember she holds the key to the cage. I got the full gist of what she meant. I sighed and said it’s sometimes been more, that I did enemas and sometimes other women had browned me. She said oh fuck, so I’m nasty, I nodded. She said I can’t hear your head rattle. I said yes Maam I’m nasty. She said god you are amazing.
She mentioned its 12:30 and I have an appointment at 2:00, right? I said yes Maam. She said she might forget about that and leave me in the cage, that I was probably horny as hell right now, all this talk and playing with myself. She stood and pulled her top off and revealed a black bra. She took it off and removed her skirt. She was wearing matching bikini panties and hose … I complimented her body. She walked closer to the cage and let me sniff her. I moaned. She asked me if I liked that? I said yes Maam. She wanted rope but I told her it’s in my toy bag. She sighed but got the key and unlocked the cage. She told me to crawl to her, take her panties off and I better not touch her pussy while I did. I knelt in front of her and slipped them off. Her pussy was right in my face, neatly trimmed, with a small patch of hair over her mound. She sat in the recliner, and said keep my hands behind my back and too damn bad there’s no rope down here. I kissed her pussy softly, tasted her, she was extremely musky, I began licking between her labia. She spread her lips and said get my fucking tongue in there. I started lapping, probing, sucking her. She kept herself spread and I sucked her clit, then back to her vagina and tongued it. She said back to my clit bitch. I kept on and she started bucking her hips and orgasmed. I kissed her softly, and then licked at her. She said that was a marvelous start, too bad we seem to always run out of time.
She asked if I wanted to cumm and I said please Maam. She called me a slut, watched me frig and I had to look her in the eyes. She went back to my panties and bra lying in the floor of the parlor, she kept on about that, saying things like my slutty panties are lying in plain sight of anyone who knocks at my door. Is that the kind of slut I am. Somehow it got to me and I begged to cumm and she said yes. I orgasmed and thanked her. We caught our breath for a minute. She dressed then we went upstairs, hugged and I thanked her again before she left.
She’s yet to really touch me.
Monday, March 23, 2009
March 17, 2009: Sue's Visit
Recently I got into trouble. I need to add some background here.
While Chanel and friends were here on Tuesday the 10th, one of the things that happened was they forced me out onto the lower patio and pissed on me. In the midst of doing this, my neighbor’s garage door opened and I yelled at them to get me back inside. There is only one house close enough to see into my yard and that’s this house south of mine and about 100 feet away. Their garage door faces the side of my house. I don’t know what my neighbor, Sue, saw but I discerned that her car was pulling into the garage. If it had been later in the spring when the trees are fuller it probably would not have been a problem. However, she obviously saw something or became suspicious because in about 2 minutes my phone rang. I did not answer. A minute later she was knocking at my front door. Chanel went to the door. I was still naked with my hands tied and in the great room. I heard her ask Chanel was everything okay with me, who she was, etc. Chanel played it cool, said she was a friend of mine, and I was taking a shower. Sue asked can she talk to me, Chanel stalled but finally said I’ll have her call you when she gets out of the shower. Sue left. I was extremely nervous, furious, in fact and we moved the party out to Alanna’s farm.
Sue tried to contact me a couple of times in the days following that incident. On Monday the 16th she told me we had to talk and she’d be over the following day around noon.
Anyway, She came over about 1:00, which was about an hour later than when she said she’d be here. When I answered the front door she smiled really sweet and said finally we can talk. I kind of smiled back. She came in, commented on what a nice house, and then plopped down on the settee in the parlor. She didn’t waste a beat and said she wanted to discuss what she saw last Tuesday. I thought oh fuck, here it comes. I couldn’t think of a thing to say but I didn’t have to; she started talking. Sue said … when she drove in and got out of her car and turned to open the rear door of her car to get something out, she saw something moving behind my house, down on the patio level. What caught her attention was a black woman, definitely naked from the waist down. She only glimpsed the back of this woman. Then she saw another black woman, thinner than the other one, running in a crouched over position, across the patio toward the house. Within a split second she saw the backside of a white woman struggling to her feet, clearly naked with her hands tied behind her back. When the woman turned toward the house, she realized that woman was me. (I was floored because as I recall that moment, she’d seen exactly what happened. However I didn’t say a thing.) She (Sue) was concerned about me, my safety so she called me. When there was no answer, she came to my door and this idiot black woman tried to tell her nothing was going on which she knew was a complete crock. Then when I called her back, I sounded stressed and she wasn’t the least bit convinced everything was normal. She was standing in her kitchen, looking out the window towards my house, wondering what to do. As she stood there, she saw two cars leave my place both driven by black women and one was my car. She came over and rang my door again and got no answer. So she walked around the house to the back patio and saw this huge wet spot on the concrete and a faint sour odor. She bent down and smelled it and it smelled like urine. She also looked through the windows of the lower level and saw a dog cage which she thought was really odd since I didn’t have a dog. She went up the steps to the deck and back porch and looked through the windows into the great room and saw a piece of rope lying on the floor and a set of nipple clamps lying on the breakfast room table. Her conclusion was she interrupted some kind of little sex game and I was a part of it. (This was because we left so quickly and Chanel would not untie my hands. Usually when a scene is over I scour the house looking for tell-tale evidence.) Furthermore, she knew I was back home Thursday because she saw lights on that night. She came over Friday but I was gone. She thought it best not to confront me until after the weekend. She said she tried me Monday that didn’t work and here I am, looking for an explanation. I was shaking inside myself and I know my face was beet red. Finally I said … I can understand your concern but I don’t want to discuss it further and as she could see, I am perfectly fine. What I do in my home is none of her business, etc. She said that’s true, but when what goes on inside your house spills over into the back yard, its every body’s business. That she’s not a snoop, but she just happened to be in the right place at the right time. She gave me this cold, icy stare and said she will stand by what she saw, do I want to explain? I repeated that there’s nothing to discuss. She got huffy and said some people might have called the police or might have asked some other neighbors if they ever noticed anything unusual going on at my house. Even though she’s only lived here since Christmas, she knows who the neighborhood gossips are, but that’s not her style and she is neither a gossip nor a busybody. Then she asked again, was I going to tell her? If so, she swore it would never pass her lips. I said nothing but I knew I was visibly shaking. She said the look on my face says I’m guilty as sin and that it’s unfortunate I wouldn’t be honest with her, that maybe she should start asking around or take another course of action. She got up and walked toward the door. In panic, I stammered out … alright I won’t deny what you saw, but this cannot go any further, that I’ll do anything if she would leave it right here in this room between us. She said, well finally we’re getting somewhere. She sat down again but there was this devious smile on her face. Then she said … tell her what was going on last week, no bullshit, or she’ll do her own investigation. I was literally trembling. She said, I’m waiting, Eve, and that I needed to know that she’s not a prude by any means and she’s not judgmental. Then she pulled cigarettes out of her jacket pocket and asked if I minded if she smoked since she knew I smoked. Before I could answer that I don’t smoke in the house, only on the back porch, she’d lit one and said get her an ashtray. I brought her an ashtray. Then she said bring us some wine that I looked like I needed some. I felt like taking off out of the house and running away forever but I went to the fridge and got an opened bottle of white wine, glasses and came back. I literally felt like someone drained all the blood out of my body. After I poured wine, she said for me to relax and stop worrying, drink some wine and start talking; that she will kept to her promise of not saying a word, that half the people down here she finds boring and she wouldn’t give them the time of day. I exhaled and told her that three black women were here to do some sex things on me, that they are friends of another black woman I’ve known for about a year. I paused, didn’t say anything for a minute. She said to get off my act and talk openly. She asked if the rope she saw on the great room floor was part of the morning’s activities and was that a wet spot on the patio from peeing, I said yes. She asked about the cage, that she knew damn well I didn’t have a dog. I said it was to be used for me, it’s happened before. She kind of smirked and said this should be interesting, keep talking and poured herself more wine. I told her about that morning in general terms up to the point of what she witnessed. But she would go back and probe my comments deeper, like how did they se me sexually, did they fuck me or what. I said I ate them and left it at that. Then she said … okay lets see if I have this straight so far. You served them sexually, they tied you up and then you all went to the patio to piss because all your toilets were broken or did they piss on you? I said they pissed on me; that’s when she drove in. She seemed really amused and asked me if I considered myself some kind of a sexual slave and I nodded. She asked how I got into this situation and I told her it started about 4-5 years ago with a girl named Kammy, my mistress over the internet. She laughed and said, ah the good old’ internet … keep going. I told her Kammy has controlled me for the vast majority of those years, that the control had taken a more serious turn in the fall of 2007, and I’d agreed to make myself available, initially seeing men and women. Through Kammy last April I met Tisha who lives in Charlotte. Tisha I’d known for almost a year and she used me as a slave to women, predominately black women. She asked if I preferred black women. I said no, it was more of a thing for Kammy as a way for me to experience extreme humiliation. She wanted to know about both of you and when I told her Kammy was early 20’s, Tisha late 20’s she rolled her eyes and laughed. She asked what kind of control I’m under and I said mainly what I wear, who I see for sex and how frequently, that both of you collaborate on things for me to do. She asked had I ever done this before and I said yes, sort of, but this was more intense. She asked what do I do and I said its taken different forms but it’s mainly servitude, humiliation, pain and degradation. She asked where I went when I left here Tuesday so suddenly. I told her we went to a friends place out in the country where things are more private. She asked more questions but essentially I ended up telling her the 3 women who were here fucked me plus the woman who owned the place we went plus Tisha and a couple of others. She lit a cigarette and sipped wine and stared at me and said we have to discuss a couple more … what does my husband know. I said very little and I don’t share this with him at all. She said he has to suspect something, or maybe he’s getting some pussy on the side, just like she suspects hers is. I said I’m sorry; she said don’t be. She asked if I did all my whore activities here and I said some here, most at other peoples houses, depending on who I’m serving or what I’m doing. She said this is a dicey world you live in isn’t it. I said extremely, especially right now. She told me to stand up. I looked at her for a moment, and then stood up. She told me to get another bottle of wine, this one is empty. I did. When I returned she told me to keep standing and face her. I did. She said its obvious I groove on being told what to do; that when she asked for an ashtray, I got one, when she wanted wine I got it, when she told me to stand up, I stood, when she wanted more wine, I got it. She said she thinks this is more than me trying to be a good hostess, that I’m conditioned to being controlled. Then without batting an eye, she looked straight at me and said … Take off your clothes. I looked at her and said … What?? She said we’ve confirmed she’d seen me naked from a distance now she wanted to see me up close. Plus earlier I told her I’d do anything for her not to blab, did I remember saying that, I nodded. She said, well, this falls under the broad category of “anything” and she told me to take off my clothes and that’s what she expected. Stunned, I stood there staring at her. She was just leaning back on the settee, cigarette in one hand, wine glass in the other, gesturing with the cigarette to get moving. She said I’m waiting Eve. (I had on a navy skirt, matching print blouse, bra and panties, beige thigh highs and low heels.) I fumbled with the buttons of my blouse, slipped it off my shoulders followed with my skirt. When I stepped out of my skirt, she liked the thigh highs and told me I could leave them on as well as my heels. When I removed my bra, exposing my breasts and already hard nipples to her that just added to my embarrassment. Then I pulled my panties off. And she stared like hell.
She laughed about me having a smooth cunt and asked me if that was it a personal decision or did one of my mistresses tell me too. I said it was Kammy’s idea about 2 years ago. She asked if it made me feel more like a slut, I said yes. She said but again it goes back to control, doesn’t it. I nodded. She told me to turn around slowly which I did. When I was facing her again she asked me how I felt, I said nervous. She said but isn’t this better than trying to hide my feelings, I said yes. She told me I had a nice body. Then she laughed and said … and to think when she first met me she would have never guessed in a million years I was like this. She got up, walked over to me and raked her nails up the outside of my labia. I shivered. She didn’t touch me otherwise. She said we need to talk some more but she had to pick up her kids by 3. She said what would Kammy and Tisha think if they saw us right now? I said they’d probably laugh. She asked if I planned to tell them about this. I said yes, I tell them everything. She nodded and asked my schedule tomorrow, did I have a couple of hours? I said I have an appointment at 2. She said okay, she’ll be over mid morning around 1030. Then she asked if I found her attractive, and I responded, very much so. She said she’ll see herself out, and hopes we can be friends and the wine and the talk were enlightening. She left and I gathered up my clothes, went upstairs and sat here numb.
While Chanel and friends were here on Tuesday the 10th, one of the things that happened was they forced me out onto the lower patio and pissed on me. In the midst of doing this, my neighbor’s garage door opened and I yelled at them to get me back inside. There is only one house close enough to see into my yard and that’s this house south of mine and about 100 feet away. Their garage door faces the side of my house. I don’t know what my neighbor, Sue, saw but I discerned that her car was pulling into the garage. If it had been later in the spring when the trees are fuller it probably would not have been a problem. However, she obviously saw something or became suspicious because in about 2 minutes my phone rang. I did not answer. A minute later she was knocking at my front door. Chanel went to the door. I was still naked with my hands tied and in the great room. I heard her ask Chanel was everything okay with me, who she was, etc. Chanel played it cool, said she was a friend of mine, and I was taking a shower. Sue asked can she talk to me, Chanel stalled but finally said I’ll have her call you when she gets out of the shower. Sue left. I was extremely nervous, furious, in fact and we moved the party out to Alanna’s farm.
Sue tried to contact me a couple of times in the days following that incident. On Monday the 16th she told me we had to talk and she’d be over the following day around noon.
Anyway, She came over about 1:00, which was about an hour later than when she said she’d be here. When I answered the front door she smiled really sweet and said finally we can talk. I kind of smiled back. She came in, commented on what a nice house, and then plopped down on the settee in the parlor. She didn’t waste a beat and said she wanted to discuss what she saw last Tuesday. I thought oh fuck, here it comes. I couldn’t think of a thing to say but I didn’t have to; she started talking. Sue said … when she drove in and got out of her car and turned to open the rear door of her car to get something out, she saw something moving behind my house, down on the patio level. What caught her attention was a black woman, definitely naked from the waist down. She only glimpsed the back of this woman. Then she saw another black woman, thinner than the other one, running in a crouched over position, across the patio toward the house. Within a split second she saw the backside of a white woman struggling to her feet, clearly naked with her hands tied behind her back. When the woman turned toward the house, she realized that woman was me. (I was floored because as I recall that moment, she’d seen exactly what happened. However I didn’t say a thing.) She (Sue) was concerned about me, my safety so she called me. When there was no answer, she came to my door and this idiot black woman tried to tell her nothing was going on which she knew was a complete crock. Then when I called her back, I sounded stressed and she wasn’t the least bit convinced everything was normal. She was standing in her kitchen, looking out the window towards my house, wondering what to do. As she stood there, she saw two cars leave my place both driven by black women and one was my car. She came over and rang my door again and got no answer. So she walked around the house to the back patio and saw this huge wet spot on the concrete and a faint sour odor. She bent down and smelled it and it smelled like urine. She also looked through the windows of the lower level and saw a dog cage which she thought was really odd since I didn’t have a dog. She went up the steps to the deck and back porch and looked through the windows into the great room and saw a piece of rope lying on the floor and a set of nipple clamps lying on the breakfast room table. Her conclusion was she interrupted some kind of little sex game and I was a part of it. (This was because we left so quickly and Chanel would not untie my hands. Usually when a scene is over I scour the house looking for tell-tale evidence.) Furthermore, she knew I was back home Thursday because she saw lights on that night. She came over Friday but I was gone. She thought it best not to confront me until after the weekend. She said she tried me Monday that didn’t work and here I am, looking for an explanation. I was shaking inside myself and I know my face was beet red. Finally I said … I can understand your concern but I don’t want to discuss it further and as she could see, I am perfectly fine. What I do in my home is none of her business, etc. She said that’s true, but when what goes on inside your house spills over into the back yard, its every body’s business. That she’s not a snoop, but she just happened to be in the right place at the right time. She gave me this cold, icy stare and said she will stand by what she saw, do I want to explain? I repeated that there’s nothing to discuss. She got huffy and said some people might have called the police or might have asked some other neighbors if they ever noticed anything unusual going on at my house. Even though she’s only lived here since Christmas, she knows who the neighborhood gossips are, but that’s not her style and she is neither a gossip nor a busybody. Then she asked again, was I going to tell her? If so, she swore it would never pass her lips. I said nothing but I knew I was visibly shaking. She said the look on my face says I’m guilty as sin and that it’s unfortunate I wouldn’t be honest with her, that maybe she should start asking around or take another course of action. She got up and walked toward the door. In panic, I stammered out … alright I won’t deny what you saw, but this cannot go any further, that I’ll do anything if she would leave it right here in this room between us. She said, well finally we’re getting somewhere. She sat down again but there was this devious smile on her face. Then she said … tell her what was going on last week, no bullshit, or she’ll do her own investigation. I was literally trembling. She said, I’m waiting, Eve, and that I needed to know that she’s not a prude by any means and she’s not judgmental. Then she pulled cigarettes out of her jacket pocket and asked if I minded if she smoked since she knew I smoked. Before I could answer that I don’t smoke in the house, only on the back porch, she’d lit one and said get her an ashtray. I brought her an ashtray. Then she said bring us some wine that I looked like I needed some. I felt like taking off out of the house and running away forever but I went to the fridge and got an opened bottle of white wine, glasses and came back. I literally felt like someone drained all the blood out of my body. After I poured wine, she said for me to relax and stop worrying, drink some wine and start talking; that she will kept to her promise of not saying a word, that half the people down here she finds boring and she wouldn’t give them the time of day. I exhaled and told her that three black women were here to do some sex things on me, that they are friends of another black woman I’ve known for about a year. I paused, didn’t say anything for a minute. She said to get off my act and talk openly. She asked if the rope she saw on the great room floor was part of the morning’s activities and was that a wet spot on the patio from peeing, I said yes. She asked about the cage, that she knew damn well I didn’t have a dog. I said it was to be used for me, it’s happened before. She kind of smirked and said this should be interesting, keep talking and poured herself more wine. I told her about that morning in general terms up to the point of what she witnessed. But she would go back and probe my comments deeper, like how did they se me sexually, did they fuck me or what. I said I ate them and left it at that. Then she said … okay lets see if I have this straight so far. You served them sexually, they tied you up and then you all went to the patio to piss because all your toilets were broken or did they piss on you? I said they pissed on me; that’s when she drove in. She seemed really amused and asked me if I considered myself some kind of a sexual slave and I nodded. She asked how I got into this situation and I told her it started about 4-5 years ago with a girl named Kammy, my mistress over the internet. She laughed and said, ah the good old’ internet … keep going. I told her Kammy has controlled me for the vast majority of those years, that the control had taken a more serious turn in the fall of 2007, and I’d agreed to make myself available, initially seeing men and women. Through Kammy last April I met Tisha who lives in Charlotte. Tisha I’d known for almost a year and she used me as a slave to women, predominately black women. She asked if I preferred black women. I said no, it was more of a thing for Kammy as a way for me to experience extreme humiliation. She wanted to know about both of you and when I told her Kammy was early 20’s, Tisha late 20’s she rolled her eyes and laughed. She asked what kind of control I’m under and I said mainly what I wear, who I see for sex and how frequently, that both of you collaborate on things for me to do. She asked had I ever done this before and I said yes, sort of, but this was more intense. She asked what do I do and I said its taken different forms but it’s mainly servitude, humiliation, pain and degradation. She asked where I went when I left here Tuesday so suddenly. I told her we went to a friends place out in the country where things are more private. She asked more questions but essentially I ended up telling her the 3 women who were here fucked me plus the woman who owned the place we went plus Tisha and a couple of others. She lit a cigarette and sipped wine and stared at me and said we have to discuss a couple more … what does my husband know. I said very little and I don’t share this with him at all. She said he has to suspect something, or maybe he’s getting some pussy on the side, just like she suspects hers is. I said I’m sorry; she said don’t be. She asked if I did all my whore activities here and I said some here, most at other peoples houses, depending on who I’m serving or what I’m doing. She said this is a dicey world you live in isn’t it. I said extremely, especially right now. She told me to stand up. I looked at her for a moment, and then stood up. She told me to get another bottle of wine, this one is empty. I did. When I returned she told me to keep standing and face her. I did. She said its obvious I groove on being told what to do; that when she asked for an ashtray, I got one, when she wanted wine I got it, when she told me to stand up, I stood, when she wanted more wine, I got it. She said she thinks this is more than me trying to be a good hostess, that I’m conditioned to being controlled. Then without batting an eye, she looked straight at me and said … Take off your clothes. I looked at her and said … What?? She said we’ve confirmed she’d seen me naked from a distance now she wanted to see me up close. Plus earlier I told her I’d do anything for her not to blab, did I remember saying that, I nodded. She said, well, this falls under the broad category of “anything” and she told me to take off my clothes and that’s what she expected. Stunned, I stood there staring at her. She was just leaning back on the settee, cigarette in one hand, wine glass in the other, gesturing with the cigarette to get moving. She said I’m waiting Eve. (I had on a navy skirt, matching print blouse, bra and panties, beige thigh highs and low heels.) I fumbled with the buttons of my blouse, slipped it off my shoulders followed with my skirt. When I stepped out of my skirt, she liked the thigh highs and told me I could leave them on as well as my heels. When I removed my bra, exposing my breasts and already hard nipples to her that just added to my embarrassment. Then I pulled my panties off. And she stared like hell.
She laughed about me having a smooth cunt and asked me if that was it a personal decision or did one of my mistresses tell me too. I said it was Kammy’s idea about 2 years ago. She asked if it made me feel more like a slut, I said yes. She said but again it goes back to control, doesn’t it. I nodded. She told me to turn around slowly which I did. When I was facing her again she asked me how I felt, I said nervous. She said but isn’t this better than trying to hide my feelings, I said yes. She told me I had a nice body. Then she laughed and said … and to think when she first met me she would have never guessed in a million years I was like this. She got up, walked over to me and raked her nails up the outside of my labia. I shivered. She didn’t touch me otherwise. She said we need to talk some more but she had to pick up her kids by 3. She said what would Kammy and Tisha think if they saw us right now? I said they’d probably laugh. She asked if I planned to tell them about this. I said yes, I tell them everything. She nodded and asked my schedule tomorrow, did I have a couple of hours? I said I have an appointment at 2. She said okay, she’ll be over mid morning around 1030. Then she asked if I found her attractive, and I responded, very much so. She said she’ll see herself out, and hopes we can be friends and the wine and the talk were enlightening. She left and I gathered up my clothes, went upstairs and sat here numb.
Monday, March 16, 2009
March 8, 2009: Sunday with Molly and Stephanie
I’d made arrangements to meet Molly Sunday at the mall. When I got to the food court, I waited at a table until she came strolling up with a girl I did not recognize. She introduced me to her friend, Stephanie, who allegedly is 16 but looked about 12, long haired, dyed black, Goth attire and looks, wore braces and was much shorter than Molly, probably about 5’0”.
They grabbed cokes, sat down and Molly started talking... that Stephanie didn’t believe her about me eating her and things like that. The stunned looks on my face should have told Stephanie everything but nonetheless Molly kept jabbing away at me. She insisted that we go somewhere so she could show Stephanie she was right. I wanted to crawl under the table but I eventually agreed. After kicking around 3-4 places including Pernilla’s, my place, a park, they decided on going to Stephanie’s parents summer cottage on the lake which they’re trying to sell. I did not like the sound of that at all and said no. molly finally said it’s either that or a motel. So I gave in.
I followed them in my car. Stephanie did indeed drive so I have to assume she’s 16. We drove about 30 minutes to the north end of the lake and went down a winding pig path of a gravel road to a small frame cottage way back in a bunch of pines overlooking the lake. There were a couple of other cottages in sight but not a soul anywhere. When we went in the cottage, molly went straight to Stephanie’s fridge and got beer. Frankly at this point I wanted one as much as they did because I was nervous as hell. The cottage was small furnished very rustically and consisted of a living room, kitchen, 2 bedrooms and a full bath.
After half a beer, Molly asked me what I was waiting for, to undress and show Stephanie myself naked. She said on the way up there she’d called Alex and found out Tisha told me to wear nothing underneath and I’d better be naked. I told them I was. they laughed and molly said to Stephanie, see I told you she was easy. I chugged the rest of my beer and pulled the yellow dress off. I felt slightly foolish when molly yanked my dress out of my hands and threw it across the room. She told me to come closer and show Stephanie. I had this sinking feeling that I’d fallen to some new kind of low but I went over and let her look. Overall her expression was about as revealing as if she was watching reruns on TV. They noticed the faint bruises on my ass and legs and asked what I’d been doing; I told them about Tisha beating me Friday.
Molly said Alex told her I was now carrying a strappy with me everywhere I went, did I have it. I said yes but it’s in a bag in my car. She told me to get it. Naked as hell I dashed about 25 feet back to my car and got the bag. When I got almost to the door I hear them lock it. I pulled on the knob and begged. I could hear them laughing. I begged. This went on for probably 5 minutes. They yelled through the door for me to play with myself and they’d let me in. like a complete fool, I stood on the little porch and played with myself. But that wasn’t good enough; they told me to make myself cumm. They’re looking through the glass in the upper half of the front door and I’m standing there in broad daylight frigging, facing them. They told me to hurry up, that times wasting. Once in a while I could hear a car go past on the main road, about ¼ mile away through the woods. So I really frigged. I could see them in there laughing, drinking beer. Finally I knew I was close enough to cumm so I asked her. She said not yet, then laughed at Stephanie and said see how I control this old horny bitch.
Finally she unlocked the door and told me to get my ass inside. When I went in, they were both naked. She told me to eat Stephanie who by this time was leaning against the kitchen counter. She was slim, barely a hint of boobs and a smooth cunt with narrow lips and a small clit. I knelt and kissed her pussy then began working on her. She was already wet as hell and I kept sucking and flicking over her clit until she shuddered. I licked her softly and molly told her to turn and offer me her ass. I pulled her skinny hips apart and licked her rose. Molly stood beside her and kissed her while I sucked her ass.
Finally Molly pulled me away, walked over to the sofa and sat down. She opened her legs and I knelt again in front of her and began eating her. She told Stephanie to beat the bitch and she got the belt out of her black jeans and hit my ass and back. That drove me insane and I ate molly’s pussy and ass with a vengeance until she rocked off two orgasms.
They dumped the contents of my bag on the coffee table and got the strappy. They saw all the ropes claps etc and molly said, see I told you she was bad. She picked up a piece of rope and hastily tied my hands behind me. Even though it wasn’t that tight, I begged her not too but she told me to shut up. Stephanie told her she was doing it all wrong, untied me and really tied my wrists tightly behind me which instilled a certain fear within me for this girl. They popped another beer and talked about tying me up tight and leaving me out there sometime. I didn’t say a word because by this time I figured Stephanie was about as unpredictable as Molly.
Molly put the strappy on and pushed me back to one of the bedrooms and knocked me on the bed. She mounted me and aimed at my cunt and began fucking me. She made me say things like I’m her nasty old mommy and I need to be fucked and humiliated. Stephanie sat on my face and I ate her again while molly fucked me until I exploded. After I came, I kept eating Stephanie until she had a second orgasm.
Molly withdrew and put the strappy on Stephanie. I had to roll over and lift my hips so she could fuck my ass which really hurt me. Her angle was all wrong and finally she stopped. They peed in the bathroom. I asked to pee but they told me to go outside, hands still tied and pee in the dirt, then they’d untie me and we’d go. I was nervous as hell because I had no idea what they’d do, but I went outside and knelt by the little porch and pissed in the dirt.
I came back inside. They had me agree to do this again, and then they did untie me which really relieved me. I packed my toys back in the bag while they were dressing. I dressed and we talked a minute or two. I thanked both of them. Molly said the next warm day they’ll skip school. She asked if I could find this cottage again and I said probably so. I left. About 10 minutes later I got a call on my cell from molly telling me to come back. I told her I couldn’t. She called me a bitch and hung up.
They grabbed cokes, sat down and Molly started talking... that Stephanie didn’t believe her about me eating her and things like that. The stunned looks on my face should have told Stephanie everything but nonetheless Molly kept jabbing away at me. She insisted that we go somewhere so she could show Stephanie she was right. I wanted to crawl under the table but I eventually agreed. After kicking around 3-4 places including Pernilla’s, my place, a park, they decided on going to Stephanie’s parents summer cottage on the lake which they’re trying to sell. I did not like the sound of that at all and said no. molly finally said it’s either that or a motel. So I gave in.
I followed them in my car. Stephanie did indeed drive so I have to assume she’s 16. We drove about 30 minutes to the north end of the lake and went down a winding pig path of a gravel road to a small frame cottage way back in a bunch of pines overlooking the lake. There were a couple of other cottages in sight but not a soul anywhere. When we went in the cottage, molly went straight to Stephanie’s fridge and got beer. Frankly at this point I wanted one as much as they did because I was nervous as hell. The cottage was small furnished very rustically and consisted of a living room, kitchen, 2 bedrooms and a full bath.
After half a beer, Molly asked me what I was waiting for, to undress and show Stephanie myself naked. She said on the way up there she’d called Alex and found out Tisha told me to wear nothing underneath and I’d better be naked. I told them I was. they laughed and molly said to Stephanie, see I told you she was easy. I chugged the rest of my beer and pulled the yellow dress off. I felt slightly foolish when molly yanked my dress out of my hands and threw it across the room. She told me to come closer and show Stephanie. I had this sinking feeling that I’d fallen to some new kind of low but I went over and let her look. Overall her expression was about as revealing as if she was watching reruns on TV. They noticed the faint bruises on my ass and legs and asked what I’d been doing; I told them about Tisha beating me Friday.
Molly said Alex told her I was now carrying a strappy with me everywhere I went, did I have it. I said yes but it’s in a bag in my car. She told me to get it. Naked as hell I dashed about 25 feet back to my car and got the bag. When I got almost to the door I hear them lock it. I pulled on the knob and begged. I could hear them laughing. I begged. This went on for probably 5 minutes. They yelled through the door for me to play with myself and they’d let me in. like a complete fool, I stood on the little porch and played with myself. But that wasn’t good enough; they told me to make myself cumm. They’re looking through the glass in the upper half of the front door and I’m standing there in broad daylight frigging, facing them. They told me to hurry up, that times wasting. Once in a while I could hear a car go past on the main road, about ¼ mile away through the woods. So I really frigged. I could see them in there laughing, drinking beer. Finally I knew I was close enough to cumm so I asked her. She said not yet, then laughed at Stephanie and said see how I control this old horny bitch.
Finally she unlocked the door and told me to get my ass inside. When I went in, they were both naked. She told me to eat Stephanie who by this time was leaning against the kitchen counter. She was slim, barely a hint of boobs and a smooth cunt with narrow lips and a small clit. I knelt and kissed her pussy then began working on her. She was already wet as hell and I kept sucking and flicking over her clit until she shuddered. I licked her softly and molly told her to turn and offer me her ass. I pulled her skinny hips apart and licked her rose. Molly stood beside her and kissed her while I sucked her ass.
Finally Molly pulled me away, walked over to the sofa and sat down. She opened her legs and I knelt again in front of her and began eating her. She told Stephanie to beat the bitch and she got the belt out of her black jeans and hit my ass and back. That drove me insane and I ate molly’s pussy and ass with a vengeance until she rocked off two orgasms.
They dumped the contents of my bag on the coffee table and got the strappy. They saw all the ropes claps etc and molly said, see I told you she was bad. She picked up a piece of rope and hastily tied my hands behind me. Even though it wasn’t that tight, I begged her not too but she told me to shut up. Stephanie told her she was doing it all wrong, untied me and really tied my wrists tightly behind me which instilled a certain fear within me for this girl. They popped another beer and talked about tying me up tight and leaving me out there sometime. I didn’t say a word because by this time I figured Stephanie was about as unpredictable as Molly.
Molly put the strappy on and pushed me back to one of the bedrooms and knocked me on the bed. She mounted me and aimed at my cunt and began fucking me. She made me say things like I’m her nasty old mommy and I need to be fucked and humiliated. Stephanie sat on my face and I ate her again while molly fucked me until I exploded. After I came, I kept eating Stephanie until she had a second orgasm.
Molly withdrew and put the strappy on Stephanie. I had to roll over and lift my hips so she could fuck my ass which really hurt me. Her angle was all wrong and finally she stopped. They peed in the bathroom. I asked to pee but they told me to go outside, hands still tied and pee in the dirt, then they’d untie me and we’d go. I was nervous as hell because I had no idea what they’d do, but I went outside and knelt by the little porch and pissed in the dirt.
I came back inside. They had me agree to do this again, and then they did untie me which really relieved me. I packed my toys back in the bag while they were dressing. I dressed and we talked a minute or two. I thanked both of them. Molly said the next warm day they’ll skip school. She asked if I could find this cottage again and I said probably so. I left. About 10 minutes later I got a call on my cell from molly telling me to come back. I told her I couldn’t. She called me a bitch and hung up.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Feb 24, 2009: Maids again
The maids came again today. There were only 2 of them, Kimberly and a fat girl named Lucinda who hasn’t been here before. That was embarrassing when I let them in. Laughed at me they asked what I was doing because they could see I’d cumm and I had the butt plug in..
We went downstairs first. Kimberly bitched at me because of some scheduling issues and that she had to split her crew for this morning. Kimberly made me run the vacuum and do the dusting on the lower level with the plug in. The fat girl just stared at me. every time I’d glance at her I’d cringe she was so heavy. I’d say about my height and maybe a 100 pounds more than I was. Kimberly said something to the fat girl then went upstairs to do something. The fatty gave me her cleaning supplies and told me to go clean the lower level bathroom, then the bedroom. Sometimes she’d stand and watch me and talk to me about Kimberly said I would eat her pussy. I cringed and said yes.
Lucinda undressed and I don’t think I have ever seen such an obese body. She sat on the edge of the sofa and told me to eat her. she was completely natural, unshaven and hair everywhere and I waded through a thicket of frizzy hair to get to her pussy. but I did my absolute best to satisfy her and I did bring her to a cumm. Then she got up and leaned over the end of the sofa and told me to suck her ass. geezus did I freak out. I separated her flabby cheeks. Closed my eyes and started working my tongue over her hairy rose. She was musky, sweaty and downright unpleasant but I buried my face between her 250 pound body sucking her ass. she’d tell me to lick her more. While I sucked her I reached around to play with her massive tits which hung well down against her fat belly and she talked about being treated like royalty.
When we finished, I went upstairs to where Kim was cleaning in the master bathroom. She shook her head that I’d actually eaten Lucinda since she was a day labor pickup helper. I felt pretty stupid, especially since she wouldn't let me touch her until I showered and rinsed my mouth. She took her clothes off and leaned up against the sink. I got on my knees and licked her, then tongued her pussy until she turned around so her ass was facing me. I made love to her ass with my mouth and fingered her pussy at the same time. She csalled mea ll kinds of names and I’d just mutter a yessss into her ass.
She dressed, finished cleaning, I did some laundry. I see her again in 3 weeks.
We went downstairs first. Kimberly bitched at me because of some scheduling issues and that she had to split her crew for this morning. Kimberly made me run the vacuum and do the dusting on the lower level with the plug in. The fat girl just stared at me. every time I’d glance at her I’d cringe she was so heavy. I’d say about my height and maybe a 100 pounds more than I was. Kimberly said something to the fat girl then went upstairs to do something. The fatty gave me her cleaning supplies and told me to go clean the lower level bathroom, then the bedroom. Sometimes she’d stand and watch me and talk to me about Kimberly said I would eat her pussy. I cringed and said yes.
Lucinda undressed and I don’t think I have ever seen such an obese body. She sat on the edge of the sofa and told me to eat her. she was completely natural, unshaven and hair everywhere and I waded through a thicket of frizzy hair to get to her pussy. but I did my absolute best to satisfy her and I did bring her to a cumm. Then she got up and leaned over the end of the sofa and told me to suck her ass. geezus did I freak out. I separated her flabby cheeks. Closed my eyes and started working my tongue over her hairy rose. She was musky, sweaty and downright unpleasant but I buried my face between her 250 pound body sucking her ass. she’d tell me to lick her more. While I sucked her I reached around to play with her massive tits which hung well down against her fat belly and she talked about being treated like royalty.
When we finished, I went upstairs to where Kim was cleaning in the master bathroom. She shook her head that I’d actually eaten Lucinda since she was a day labor pickup helper. I felt pretty stupid, especially since she wouldn't let me touch her until I showered and rinsed my mouth. She took her clothes off and leaned up against the sink. I got on my knees and licked her, then tongued her pussy until she turned around so her ass was facing me. I made love to her ass with my mouth and fingered her pussy at the same time. She csalled mea ll kinds of names and I’d just mutter a yessss into her ass.
She dressed, finished cleaning, I did some laundry. I see her again in 3 weeks.
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