March 18, 2009: Sue Again

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.