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.