I hadn’t seen Susan in several weeks and since I’d cancelled on her and Jasmine two weeks ago I wasn’t quite sure what her mood would be. We talked for a few, caught up on things and the conversation turned to my cancellation with her and how disappointed Jasmine was at being left out.
Susan asked what my mood was and I told her I was mellow but not up to a lot of rough play. We went back to her bedroom. I undressed, removed the skirt and blouse (no bra or panties were allowed that day) and showed Susan my bruised ass hole and anal crevice, plus a few red marks from yesterday’s session with Kim. She was duly impressed. I undressed her and we fell onto her bed and I sucked her tits, played with her pussy and ass softly and we frolicked around until I got serious about her pleasure and began eating her. She used her fingers to open herself wide and I responded with my tongue and fingers on her slit until she orgasmed. I rolled her over and smothered her ass with kisses and paid some serious tongue attention to her rose. She opened a drawer and handed me her dildo and I began slowly fucking her ass, one hand cupping her pussy and manipulating it until she responded again with an orgasm. She flipped me on my back and jumped me in a 69 and we both had smooth sensual cumms.
We lay there for a while. She said Monique had talked with Kim about yesterday and she asked to fill her in on the details. Without too much hesitation I gave her the whole story, from my caging early in the morning to the toilet activity that concluded the session.
We went into the kitchen and raided the fridge, had some deli chicken salad, egg salad and wine. After a couple of glasses of wine we got a little crazy and I rubbed egg salad on her nipples and pussy and licked her off again. That was her 4th; I was amazed that she had that many. I don’t recall her being that orgasmic before.
Our conversation turned to Jasmine who is now 15, has been for a few months. Jas gives Susan fits, is in a girl gang which I was aware of months ago but she’s deeper into it now. Its causing problems but Susan is handling things well, I think. A lot of Jasmine’s gang stuff goes back several months to a shooting and eventual death resulting from rivalry between two girl gangs.
I told Susan quite frankly that Jasmine does scare me and I’d avoided her. Susan laughed and said Jas isn’t all that tough, but she likes to brag and she’s told her friends all sorts of stories about me. I wasn’t surprised. However Susan did say regardless of my feelings Jas is entitled to some time with me. I nodded, told her Tisha has let me know I have to live up to my promise of seeing Jasmine but I wanted some adult supervision present. Susan agreed to be present. We discussed when; there are no holidays between now and the end of school, in early June unless we can work out something on a weekend, which is hard for me to do. Susan says jas has it in her mind she is entitled to two days with me, I chilled at the thought but I told her Tisha and Kammy said the same thing and I’ve agreed. However in the next few weeks, she wants me to explore the possibility of a short session some afternoon when Jas gets out of school, like maybe 3 hours. That it would be very significant to her. I agreed.
We went back to Jasmine’s bedroom and at Susan’s insistence; I put on a pair of her panties. Susan pushed me back on the bed and frigged me under the panties until I cummed and my residue left a damp spot on the panties, I took them off and placed them on Jasmine’s pillow as a token. Susan was pleased. I dressed, kissed her goodbye and left before Jasmine got home.
Kisses, e
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Apr 20, 2009: Maids and My Cage
Note: By now I’m sure it’s apparent to anyone who might have followed this that there are moments when I’m easily led beyond the realm of common sense. Months if not years of conditioning by Jody and Katrina have literally stripped me of the ability to deny even the most foolish and outrageous demands. Jody was “in a fuck me up mood”’ Monday morning. She demanded I assemble the large dog cage and spend considerable time in there prior to the arrival of the black maids who now clean for me. Katrina apparently agreed. Following her instructions, I entered the cage around 9:15 and gave myself a wine enema, held it, took a marker and wrote slutty things on me until I expelled my mess in the cage. I stayed there until 10:00, got out, cleaned the mess off me and cleaned the cage. I reentered the cage around 10:45, locked myself in and waited naked for their arrival and what I knew would be an extremely humiliating situation. During my wait, Jody and I talked periodically.
I heard a car drive up then usual commotion of doors slamming. I sent Jody and Katrina a quick acknowledgement shortly after 1:00. The doorbell rang then I heard people come in, figuring it was Kim and her crew. I literally shook from fright and anticipation but I didn’t say anything until I heard laughter and someone call for me. I shouted back that I was downstairs. Ironically, about the same time, Jody was talking with me. I was responding when they came down, Kim with my note in hand, Danielle and Tabitha with their maid equipment, and saw me locked in cage. They went into howls of laughter and asked what the fuck I was doing. I told her giving Jody an update; she said the same Jody who made me get in a cage and that she talked to once before; I said yes.
The expressions on their faces made me feel like the most foolish thing on earth. She said to me … so fuck wad tell me what’s going on here. I blurted out what happened, that Jody had me do an enema, then lock myself in the cage. She saw some of the writing, had me move about in cage so she could read more, laughed and called me a fucking crazy white bitch.
She unlocked the cage, grabbed the pc from me and relocked the cage door. I asked her if she would let me out. She said fuck no, I was exactly where I belonged.
She started talking with Jody. Tabitha and Danielle were laughing at me, poking a mop handle and a feather duster through the cage wires and squirting Windex at me. At one point I asked what was being said but didn’t get an answer. Later Kim said something about babysitting and later about Jasmine. It wasn’t until I read the log that you left, Jody, that I got the full conversation. Thank you for doing that.
When they finished chatting, Kim asked where the marker was and I told her by my bag. She told me to press my face straight into the side of the cage. She took the marker and wrote across my forehead “pig bitch”. She worked a couple of fingers thru the cage and grabbed locks of my hair and worked portions of my hair through the cage wires. She took a thin rope and tied it around the locks of my hair on the right side of my head that she’d pulled through the cage to more locks of my hair pulled through from the left side of my head. She tied the two ends together outside the cage and parallel with my forehead. In essence, my face was tied looking straight against the cage. I could not move my face at all. She had me press my tits against the cage. Grabbing my nipples and pulling them straight out through the mesh, she put a clothes pin on each nipple. She attached a weight on each one and let it dangle on the outside of the cage, I couldn’t pull away, nor could I reach through the wire to remove them. She put a clothes pin on my nose and when I opened my mouth to protest she grabbed my tongue and snapped another clothes pin on the end of my tongue. I screamed like hell. She told me to keep squealing.
She took her jeans off and stuck her pussy right in my face and let go a stream of piss. With my nose pinched shut, I couldn’t close my mouth because I had to breathe, so most of her piss went right where she aimed it, into my open mouth. Then she encouraged Tabitha and Danielle to do the same and obviously they did. Tabitha held the clothes pin on my tongue out as far as she could and pissed in my mouth. Danielle laughed and did about the same. I was well soaked, gagging and screaming.
She asked how I enjoyed being her toilet last time. All I could do was squeal, to which she said, “I guess that means yes.” Then she took the pins off my nose and tongue and said … “now answer me fuck wad.” When I calmed down I said it was gross but it was my duty. She said … hell yes its gross but I was the nastiest filthiest white trash she’d ever known. Then she asked me what was in the bowl in the corner of my cage, I said my piss. She told me to reach back get it and dump it over my head. With my hair and nipples tied to the side of the cage I fumbled around and found the bowl with my left hand and dumped it over me.
They laughed like crazy then she said she didn’t know whether to clean my house or just keep torturing me for the two hours they’d normally be here cleaning. She taunted me asking me if I’d write the check anyway just for the opportunity to be tortured and treated like a toilet. I nodded; she said Gawd you are so much fun. That it’s reached the point she lies awake at nights thinking of ways to torture and degrade me. She said she could make more money selling my skanky ass around town than working her ass off cleaning houses and you’d given her permission.
They decided they’d do the basics in the master bedroom and kitchen but would spend most of their time down here torturing me. I groaned. Danielle and Tabitha went upstairs to clean, Kim stayed down with me.
She saw the banana in the cage and said how appropriate, grab it and fuck myself. I asked her to please take the pins off my nipples but she said we make the rules, fuck myself with the banana and if I did a good job they’d take the pins off. Again with my left hand I found the banana and started fucking my cunt. That brought all kinds of howls and comments but I fucked myself to a cumm.
True to her word she did release my nipples and also untied my hair. I thanked her. Kim asked how much I knew about Jasmine and what I did with her. I was fairly straight forward about my fear of Jasmine and that she’d beat me some and pissed on me while Susan watched and it happened three times I thought. She thinks Jasmine is a terror from what she’s heard from Monique.
She asked how badly I wanted to get out of the cage and I had two choices; either stay in after they left or be let out and shit on again and tortured. I told her I’d do anything to get out of the cage. She questioned me and said so you’re really giving me permission to shit on you again. I nodded. She said she’d let me out, give me a minute to stretch my arms and legs but she planned to tie me up, that she didn’t want me getting in her way.
When I crawled out she saw my bruised ass and asked about it. I explained the 100 swats on my hole from Katrina last Friday. She asked if I could take some more and I said I didn’t think so. She scoffed at me, picked up a strap, doubled it over and began hitting my ass hole. I was crawling on all fours and she walked behind me whipping my ass like she was herding cattle. Some of the blows hit my cheeks some hit my ass hole and when I begged for mercy she started hitting my cunt and also whipped the sides of my swaying tits. It didn’t seem to matter to her. Finally she stopped, had me kneel and tied my wrists behind me. She’s damn good with rope by the way. She undressed completely and crawled up on the sofa, pulled her legs back and said start eating me. She called me a piss headed fuck wad. I went totally wild in her cunt. All the time in isolation today and thoughts and fears of her visit had built me into a frenzy and I let it loose. I ate her pussy then she said get my mouth in her shit hole.
Danielle and Tabitha came back down and stripped. Tabitha got the dildo and tried to fuck my ass but I screamed. Kim said ignore the slut and fuck her. Tabitha did, making my hole raw again. She fucked my cunt some also. I kept licking Kim’s ass and then her pussy to another cumm. Danielle and Tabitha sat beside her on the sofa. I moved to Tabitha and started eating her but about that time Chanel called to see if she needed to come rescue me from the cage. I told her no, that I was okay.
Kim made me pay for the interruption. When I resumed eating Tabitha, she got the bright idea it would be more interesting if my nipples were clamped and weighted while I ate her. She used clover clamps and 4 ounces of weight I think. I ate Tabitha off, sucked her ass, then moved to Danielle and ate her until she squirted all over me. She’s like a fountain. It’s amazing and drives me wild.
When I finished with Danielle I was soaked head to toe. They had me stand up. Kim got the small crop and began swatting my ass cheeks and thighs. I’d scream and move which made the weights sway. I cried and begged; my nipples were in excruciating pain. They talked about how much they could sell me for and that they could probably make as much off me in a day as they could from cleaning houses.
They kept whipping my butt and pointed to the bathroom. Kim said potty time. I knew what was coming and it was a dilemma for me; if I hesitated I would get whipped more; if I hurried in there it meant I’d be shit on quicker. My mind was doing flip flops. They pushed me into the bathtub, took the clamps off and had me lie down, hands still tied behind me. Danielle quickly tied my ankles and I was face up. They decided they’d aim for the writing on my tummy where it said “Kim’s toilet”. Before they did anything however they told me to beg for it. I lay there like a ninny begging to be browned. Kim’s comment was this alone is worth a couple hundred dollars. I was almost in tears. Danielle squatted over me first and let out a turd that curled on my navel and abdomen. It stunk to high heavens. Tabitha followed and squashed out her goo in about the same place. My eyes were closed and I was trying to breathe as little as possible. Kim mercifully followed quickly and splattered me with her shit which sounded like an explosion. They wiped, tossed the toilet paper on me. Kim even wiped her ass then wiped the paper across my tits and cheek.
They said they had to go, I said but you have to untie me. Again they threatened to leave but Kim said ah damnit we have to get the check. Kim knows now where I keep the checkbook and came down with it. By that time Tabitha had carefully untied my hands and feet. I wrote her a check for $150; usually I pay her $110 for a cleaning and tip her $20.
In essence today I paid them to torment me and brown me. There was very little cleaning accomplished. Just so you all know, I still find brown gross. I don’t crave it nor do I deliberately ask for it. I do it out of a sense of obligation and servitude and obedience. Or perhaps out of a sense that I’ve become incapable of denying superior women their pleasure.
When they left, I had a hell of a lot of things to do; disassemble the cage, put away the toys, and clean the tub and then myself. Then I had to do an additional shower and scrub the words off my skin.
For your pleasure, e.
I heard a car drive up then usual commotion of doors slamming. I sent Jody and Katrina a quick acknowledgement shortly after 1:00. The doorbell rang then I heard people come in, figuring it was Kim and her crew. I literally shook from fright and anticipation but I didn’t say anything until I heard laughter and someone call for me. I shouted back that I was downstairs. Ironically, about the same time, Jody was talking with me. I was responding when they came down, Kim with my note in hand, Danielle and Tabitha with their maid equipment, and saw me locked in cage. They went into howls of laughter and asked what the fuck I was doing. I told her giving Jody an update; she said the same Jody who made me get in a cage and that she talked to once before; I said yes.
The expressions on their faces made me feel like the most foolish thing on earth. She said to me … so fuck wad tell me what’s going on here. I blurted out what happened, that Jody had me do an enema, then lock myself in the cage. She saw some of the writing, had me move about in cage so she could read more, laughed and called me a fucking crazy white bitch.
She unlocked the cage, grabbed the pc from me and relocked the cage door. I asked her if she would let me out. She said fuck no, I was exactly where I belonged.
She started talking with Jody. Tabitha and Danielle were laughing at me, poking a mop handle and a feather duster through the cage wires and squirting Windex at me. At one point I asked what was being said but didn’t get an answer. Later Kim said something about babysitting and later about Jasmine. It wasn’t until I read the log that you left, Jody, that I got the full conversation. Thank you for doing that.
When they finished chatting, Kim asked where the marker was and I told her by my bag. She told me to press my face straight into the side of the cage. She took the marker and wrote across my forehead “pig bitch”. She worked a couple of fingers thru the cage and grabbed locks of my hair and worked portions of my hair through the cage wires. She took a thin rope and tied it around the locks of my hair on the right side of my head that she’d pulled through the cage to more locks of my hair pulled through from the left side of my head. She tied the two ends together outside the cage and parallel with my forehead. In essence, my face was tied looking straight against the cage. I could not move my face at all. She had me press my tits against the cage. Grabbing my nipples and pulling them straight out through the mesh, she put a clothes pin on each nipple. She attached a weight on each one and let it dangle on the outside of the cage, I couldn’t pull away, nor could I reach through the wire to remove them. She put a clothes pin on my nose and when I opened my mouth to protest she grabbed my tongue and snapped another clothes pin on the end of my tongue. I screamed like hell. She told me to keep squealing.
She took her jeans off and stuck her pussy right in my face and let go a stream of piss. With my nose pinched shut, I couldn’t close my mouth because I had to breathe, so most of her piss went right where she aimed it, into my open mouth. Then she encouraged Tabitha and Danielle to do the same and obviously they did. Tabitha held the clothes pin on my tongue out as far as she could and pissed in my mouth. Danielle laughed and did about the same. I was well soaked, gagging and screaming.
She asked how I enjoyed being her toilet last time. All I could do was squeal, to which she said, “I guess that means yes.” Then she took the pins off my nose and tongue and said … “now answer me fuck wad.” When I calmed down I said it was gross but it was my duty. She said … hell yes its gross but I was the nastiest filthiest white trash she’d ever known. Then she asked me what was in the bowl in the corner of my cage, I said my piss. She told me to reach back get it and dump it over my head. With my hair and nipples tied to the side of the cage I fumbled around and found the bowl with my left hand and dumped it over me.
They laughed like crazy then she said she didn’t know whether to clean my house or just keep torturing me for the two hours they’d normally be here cleaning. She taunted me asking me if I’d write the check anyway just for the opportunity to be tortured and treated like a toilet. I nodded; she said Gawd you are so much fun. That it’s reached the point she lies awake at nights thinking of ways to torture and degrade me. She said she could make more money selling my skanky ass around town than working her ass off cleaning houses and you’d given her permission.
They decided they’d do the basics in the master bedroom and kitchen but would spend most of their time down here torturing me. I groaned. Danielle and Tabitha went upstairs to clean, Kim stayed down with me.
She saw the banana in the cage and said how appropriate, grab it and fuck myself. I asked her to please take the pins off my nipples but she said we make the rules, fuck myself with the banana and if I did a good job they’d take the pins off. Again with my left hand I found the banana and started fucking my cunt. That brought all kinds of howls and comments but I fucked myself to a cumm.
True to her word she did release my nipples and also untied my hair. I thanked her. Kim asked how much I knew about Jasmine and what I did with her. I was fairly straight forward about my fear of Jasmine and that she’d beat me some and pissed on me while Susan watched and it happened three times I thought. She thinks Jasmine is a terror from what she’s heard from Monique.
She asked how badly I wanted to get out of the cage and I had two choices; either stay in after they left or be let out and shit on again and tortured. I told her I’d do anything to get out of the cage. She questioned me and said so you’re really giving me permission to shit on you again. I nodded. She said she’d let me out, give me a minute to stretch my arms and legs but she planned to tie me up, that she didn’t want me getting in her way.
When I crawled out she saw my bruised ass and asked about it. I explained the 100 swats on my hole from Katrina last Friday. She asked if I could take some more and I said I didn’t think so. She scoffed at me, picked up a strap, doubled it over and began hitting my ass hole. I was crawling on all fours and she walked behind me whipping my ass like she was herding cattle. Some of the blows hit my cheeks some hit my ass hole and when I begged for mercy she started hitting my cunt and also whipped the sides of my swaying tits. It didn’t seem to matter to her. Finally she stopped, had me kneel and tied my wrists behind me. She’s damn good with rope by the way. She undressed completely and crawled up on the sofa, pulled her legs back and said start eating me. She called me a piss headed fuck wad. I went totally wild in her cunt. All the time in isolation today and thoughts and fears of her visit had built me into a frenzy and I let it loose. I ate her pussy then she said get my mouth in her shit hole.
Danielle and Tabitha came back down and stripped. Tabitha got the dildo and tried to fuck my ass but I screamed. Kim said ignore the slut and fuck her. Tabitha did, making my hole raw again. She fucked my cunt some also. I kept licking Kim’s ass and then her pussy to another cumm. Danielle and Tabitha sat beside her on the sofa. I moved to Tabitha and started eating her but about that time Chanel called to see if she needed to come rescue me from the cage. I told her no, that I was okay.
Kim made me pay for the interruption. When I resumed eating Tabitha, she got the bright idea it would be more interesting if my nipples were clamped and weighted while I ate her. She used clover clamps and 4 ounces of weight I think. I ate Tabitha off, sucked her ass, then moved to Danielle and ate her until she squirted all over me. She’s like a fountain. It’s amazing and drives me wild.
When I finished with Danielle I was soaked head to toe. They had me stand up. Kim got the small crop and began swatting my ass cheeks and thighs. I’d scream and move which made the weights sway. I cried and begged; my nipples were in excruciating pain. They talked about how much they could sell me for and that they could probably make as much off me in a day as they could from cleaning houses.
They kept whipping my butt and pointed to the bathroom. Kim said potty time. I knew what was coming and it was a dilemma for me; if I hesitated I would get whipped more; if I hurried in there it meant I’d be shit on quicker. My mind was doing flip flops. They pushed me into the bathtub, took the clamps off and had me lie down, hands still tied behind me. Danielle quickly tied my ankles and I was face up. They decided they’d aim for the writing on my tummy where it said “Kim’s toilet”. Before they did anything however they told me to beg for it. I lay there like a ninny begging to be browned. Kim’s comment was this alone is worth a couple hundred dollars. I was almost in tears. Danielle squatted over me first and let out a turd that curled on my navel and abdomen. It stunk to high heavens. Tabitha followed and squashed out her goo in about the same place. My eyes were closed and I was trying to breathe as little as possible. Kim mercifully followed quickly and splattered me with her shit which sounded like an explosion. They wiped, tossed the toilet paper on me. Kim even wiped her ass then wiped the paper across my tits and cheek.
They said they had to go, I said but you have to untie me. Again they threatened to leave but Kim said ah damnit we have to get the check. Kim knows now where I keep the checkbook and came down with it. By that time Tabitha had carefully untied my hands and feet. I wrote her a check for $150; usually I pay her $110 for a cleaning and tip her $20.
In essence today I paid them to torment me and brown me. There was very little cleaning accomplished. Just so you all know, I still find brown gross. I don’t crave it nor do I deliberately ask for it. I do it out of a sense of obligation and servitude and obedience. Or perhaps out of a sense that I’ve become incapable of denying superior women their pleasure.
When they left, I had a hell of a lot of things to do; disassemble the cage, put away the toys, and clean the tub and then myself. Then I had to do an additional shower and scrub the words off my skin.
For your pleasure, e.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
April 17, 2009: At Katrina's
Katrina ordered me to her place on Friday. To my surprise Fran was also there when I arrived. We drank some wine then Katrina told me to strip and we immediately went downstairs to the playroom.
There was an oval shaped table in the middle of the room and Katrina told me to drape the upper part of my body across it, face down. Fran, fully clothed, sat on the padded leather top of the cage, sipped a drink and watched. Katrina partially undressed, put on a strappy with a clear gel dildo. She brought it to my lips, had me kiss it then moved behind me, kicked my legs apart and tied my hair back in a pony tail,
She gave me the fucking of my life. She went after my cunt with a vengeance. I grabbed the edges of the table top and hung on for dear life. The entire time she fucked me she went back over details of my day with Molly and friends and how they used me. Then she lit in on me for not having my holes in service to black women recently. She kept telling me that I was the most outrageous slut she’d ever had, Fran would agree but mainly just watched. She fucked me until I exploded twice. Then she moved the dildo up to my ass and absolutely ravaged it, again fucking and talking about the year she’d known me. She chided me for how I shamed myself with Molly. I came again. When she finished I was lying on the table bathed in my own sweat, gasping for breathe.
Then she yanked me off the table by my pony tail, forced me to my knees and stuck the dildo in my mouth and fucked my mouth, claiming she wanted to make sure all three holes got equal attention. She slapped my tits with a crop while I sucked. She took the strappy off and stuck her pussy in my face, and I ate her until she ground off an orgasm inn my face. I crawled behind her and absolutely feasted off her ass.
Then she pointed me in the direction of Fran and told me to beg to serve her. Fran of course got to bad mouth me all over again, asking me if I was so slutty I’d let Molly and friends control me. She slapped me repeatedly and reminded me about how I served Francine, Bernice and Opal. She raised her skirt and I had to remove her panties with my teeth then I ate her pussy. Fran ground on me for a long time but she did get in a groove and had an orgasm.
After she ebbed and I’d licked her clean, I drank some more wine. Katrina said I’d need it. Then she threw me to the floor, sticking her toes in my mouth then pissing on me. Fran did not, she just watched. I lay on the floor feeling like a piece of used meat.
Katrina looked down at me and asked if there was something I was supposed to tell her. I gasped out that I was supposed to be beaten 100 times on my asshole. She nodded and said she’d exchanged emails with Jody about that and it was definitely in order.
She told me to get my piss covered body on the table again, this time on my back. Fran stood on the opposite side of the table from Katrina. I had to pull my legs back until my knees were on each side of my head. Fran grabbed my ankles tied ropes around each ankle which pulled my knees slightly wider, then tied those ropes to the table legs. Katrina pulled my arms toward her side of the table and tied my wrists to the two other table legs. My face was at the edge of the table under Fran’s cunt. Then Katrina tied a rope around my waist and tied those ends somewhere under the table. My ass was positioned straight up in the air and I was looking up at my cunt. I was shaking, cast my eyes back and looked up at Fran.
I stayed like that for a couple of minutes while they talked about me.
Katrina started hitting my hole using a thin leather paddle about two inches wide. The blows were light at first but she quickly built up. I had to count the first 25 strokes. Every time I opened my mouth to scream Fran would straddle my face and dribble piss in my mouth. I lost track of how many strokes Katrina had applied. But she stopped and said that’s 50. I thought oh my Gawd. She asked if I knew why I was being spanked. I wasn’t sure but I blurted something out that I’d been inactive too long. She laughed and said did I remember Jody saying I needed to be reminded of what a slut I was when I shit the next few days. I nodded, and she laughed again and started hitting my hole again.
Fran kept grinding off on my face and head and all I could think of was that my head was a giant dildo. She just kept dribbling piss and cumming and name calling me. Half the time when I screamed I was screaming into her pussy. Katrina let a few blows land on my ass cheeks and inner thighs and a few on my cunt. She paused again and said that’s 75. Fran took a vibe and rammed my cunt until I came again. I also pissed, most of which streamed down over my tits, shoulders or into my face. Katrina commented that Molly and friends needed to see me like this and they probably would eventually. She started again and finished the last 25. My hole was raw. Tears were streaming down my face, mixing with Fran’s cumm and pee plus my own pee. I was a despicable, sloppy mess.
When Katrina finished, they untied me and let me lie on the table. She asked me if now I knew what my holes and my body is for. I said yes and thanked both of them.
She told me they were discussing the possibility of renting me to Fran for a couple of weeks and when they’d agreed, I’d be informed. In the meantime I was to make an appointment with Lachandra, that’s the friend who runs the dress shop and used me once. She said I was to have some slutty halter top dresses and mini skirts made for the summer. I’m to contact her next week. I agreed I would. She also told me I need to become more active and prepare for a summer of serving Molly more once school is out and also Jasmine; that it’s going to be an interesting summer for me. I agreed to all of this and thanked them. I had to yell out your name and thank you also.
They let me go upstairs and shower and dress.
This morning my hole is absolutely inflamed. I shit a couple of hours ago and believe me, it hurts. I got a hand mirror and examined my hole as best I could and its raw and swollen and turning purple with bruises from the beating. Also I walk funny. I hope you both feel pleased, Maam. I love you.
There was an oval shaped table in the middle of the room and Katrina told me to drape the upper part of my body across it, face down. Fran, fully clothed, sat on the padded leather top of the cage, sipped a drink and watched. Katrina partially undressed, put on a strappy with a clear gel dildo. She brought it to my lips, had me kiss it then moved behind me, kicked my legs apart and tied my hair back in a pony tail,
She gave me the fucking of my life. She went after my cunt with a vengeance. I grabbed the edges of the table top and hung on for dear life. The entire time she fucked me she went back over details of my day with Molly and friends and how they used me. Then she lit in on me for not having my holes in service to black women recently. She kept telling me that I was the most outrageous slut she’d ever had, Fran would agree but mainly just watched. She fucked me until I exploded twice. Then she moved the dildo up to my ass and absolutely ravaged it, again fucking and talking about the year she’d known me. She chided me for how I shamed myself with Molly. I came again. When she finished I was lying on the table bathed in my own sweat, gasping for breathe.
Then she yanked me off the table by my pony tail, forced me to my knees and stuck the dildo in my mouth and fucked my mouth, claiming she wanted to make sure all three holes got equal attention. She slapped my tits with a crop while I sucked. She took the strappy off and stuck her pussy in my face, and I ate her until she ground off an orgasm inn my face. I crawled behind her and absolutely feasted off her ass.
Then she pointed me in the direction of Fran and told me to beg to serve her. Fran of course got to bad mouth me all over again, asking me if I was so slutty I’d let Molly and friends control me. She slapped me repeatedly and reminded me about how I served Francine, Bernice and Opal. She raised her skirt and I had to remove her panties with my teeth then I ate her pussy. Fran ground on me for a long time but she did get in a groove and had an orgasm.
After she ebbed and I’d licked her clean, I drank some more wine. Katrina said I’d need it. Then she threw me to the floor, sticking her toes in my mouth then pissing on me. Fran did not, she just watched. I lay on the floor feeling like a piece of used meat.
Katrina looked down at me and asked if there was something I was supposed to tell her. I gasped out that I was supposed to be beaten 100 times on my asshole. She nodded and said she’d exchanged emails with Jody about that and it was definitely in order.
She told me to get my piss covered body on the table again, this time on my back. Fran stood on the opposite side of the table from Katrina. I had to pull my legs back until my knees were on each side of my head. Fran grabbed my ankles tied ropes around each ankle which pulled my knees slightly wider, then tied those ropes to the table legs. Katrina pulled my arms toward her side of the table and tied my wrists to the two other table legs. My face was at the edge of the table under Fran’s cunt. Then Katrina tied a rope around my waist and tied those ends somewhere under the table. My ass was positioned straight up in the air and I was looking up at my cunt. I was shaking, cast my eyes back and looked up at Fran.
I stayed like that for a couple of minutes while they talked about me.
Katrina started hitting my hole using a thin leather paddle about two inches wide. The blows were light at first but she quickly built up. I had to count the first 25 strokes. Every time I opened my mouth to scream Fran would straddle my face and dribble piss in my mouth. I lost track of how many strokes Katrina had applied. But she stopped and said that’s 50. I thought oh my Gawd. She asked if I knew why I was being spanked. I wasn’t sure but I blurted something out that I’d been inactive too long. She laughed and said did I remember Jody saying I needed to be reminded of what a slut I was when I shit the next few days. I nodded, and she laughed again and started hitting my hole again.
Fran kept grinding off on my face and head and all I could think of was that my head was a giant dildo. She just kept dribbling piss and cumming and name calling me. Half the time when I screamed I was screaming into her pussy. Katrina let a few blows land on my ass cheeks and inner thighs and a few on my cunt. She paused again and said that’s 75. Fran took a vibe and rammed my cunt until I came again. I also pissed, most of which streamed down over my tits, shoulders or into my face. Katrina commented that Molly and friends needed to see me like this and they probably would eventually. She started again and finished the last 25. My hole was raw. Tears were streaming down my face, mixing with Fran’s cumm and pee plus my own pee. I was a despicable, sloppy mess.
When Katrina finished, they untied me and let me lie on the table. She asked me if now I knew what my holes and my body is for. I said yes and thanked both of them.
She told me they were discussing the possibility of renting me to Fran for a couple of weeks and when they’d agreed, I’d be informed. In the meantime I was to make an appointment with Lachandra, that’s the friend who runs the dress shop and used me once. She said I was to have some slutty halter top dresses and mini skirts made for the summer. I’m to contact her next week. I agreed I would. She also told me I need to become more active and prepare for a summer of serving Molly more once school is out and also Jasmine; that it’s going to be an interesting summer for me. I agreed to all of this and thanked them. I had to yell out your name and thank you also.
They let me go upstairs and shower and dress.
This morning my hole is absolutely inflamed. I shit a couple of hours ago and believe me, it hurts. I got a hand mirror and examined my hole as best I could and its raw and swollen and turning purple with bruises from the beating. Also I walk funny. I hope you both feel pleased, Maam. I love you.
Friday, April 10, 2009
April 7, 2009: The Lake Cottage
I was instructed to add this to my blog, something that happened several months ago.
Some time ago, a girl named Molly started sending me messages and driving me nuts with insinuations about how she heard I was a slut. That led to meeting her and eventually submitting to her. What follows is one of those sessions with her and her friends, a day at a lake cottage.
I got to Stephanie’s cottage before Molly so I called her. She and Stephanie arrived around 11:00. The place was uncomfortably cold inside. They keep the heat down when no one is there and yesterday was a bitterly cold, temp in the 40’s, windy gray day anyway. While we waited for the place to warm up, Molly told me to make a fire in the fireplace. I brought wood in from the woodpile and fiddled with that, eventually got it going. They hauled supplies in. and by supplies I mean beer and vodka, snacks, sandwich stuff and frozen pizza. Tell me where 2 mid teens get all that booze, but, anyway. They intended to camp out there for the evening.
Another car arrived and three girls came in. I was introduced to Rhonda, 16, Melinda, 16, and Laurie, 15. I knew Molly mentioned party yesterday but I really didn’t have a clear indication of exactly what that meant (my fault.) I felt awkward and completely out of place and their conversation got giddy really quickly, definitely fueled by a few beers. Rhonda let me know she knew all about me and that put me on edge. Molly referred to me as her new slut mommy. I fixed a vodka and seven and tried to feel less tense or less out of place. We settled in the living room in front of the fire with drinks but I couldn’t relax. I felt more like the chaperone.
Molly got a blanket, put it on the floor by the fireplace, snuggled close to me and told me to take my clothes off. I said I didn’t feel comfortable about it right then. Rhonda and Melinda kept egging her on, Stephanie was quiet (not unusual for her) and Laurie sat there like a chubby teen trying to act cool drinking a beer. Rhonda, short but with huge boobs hiding under her sweatshirt, kept challenging Molly to make me get naked because she wanted to see if I looked like her mom naked. The conversation got more specific and all of these new girls were aware Molly had fucked me. They were grabbing at my clothes. I had on a sweater, bra, dark tights, a mini and medium heels.
We were distracted by another car driving up. Two more girls came bouncing in one of whom shouted she wanted to meet the slut mom. I was dumbfounded. Molly introduced them, Kristen, 16, and her little sister. I didn’t get the sisters name. Kristen shouted back at me, it’s Cristal, spelled it out for me.
I got concerned and asked Molly to talk. We went into a bedroom and I told her that I’m nervous about all the others. I complain about so many and particular the youngest one. Molly asks thru door to Kristen how old is Cristal, Kristen yells back 13. I groaned and silently thought this can’t be happening. Molly convinced me its okay, reminded me she now owns me and said I would go out there, get naked and do whatever she wants, that they know about me, that I will give them what they expect. Also if I do as told she won’t tell anybody about crapping in my mouth. If I give her trouble then she talks. She called Stephanie in and told her. None of this made me feel any better.
Molly starts kissing me and tugging at my clothes, saying she wants me to eat her. Rhonda comes in to find out what’s happening (apparently closed doors don’t mean much to her). I locked the door after she came in. The three of them kept grapping and yanking my clothes until I was standing there in ripped tights and a bra. Molly immediately opened the bedroom door and told everybody to come in, we’re about to have a public unveiling (her exact words).
In a flash the room was filled with seven girls. Molly told me to get my clothes off. I undid my bra and slipped the tights off and stood there naked, totally embarrassed and self conscious. There were multiple comments about me, my body, etc. Molly relished every moment of this new power in front of her friends, to the extent that she was almost demonic. Rhonda compared my body to her mom’s, comparing my tits, cunt, hips, you name it. I felt highly objectified. One girl said ‘I hope I don’t look like that in 30 years’ and that freaking pissed me off. Stephanie let everybody know she had also fucked me and I’d eaten her. That did wonders for my already fragile psyche. I made the classic mistake of trying to cover myself with my hands and that pissed Molly off. She slapped my hands away. She and Stephanie grabbed me, pinned my elbows behind me and herded me toward the bed.. Kristen spit at my face. I thought … what a bitch. Molly pushed me on the bed, yanked her clothes off, straddled me and shoved her pussy in my face. I ate her pussy then her ass while the other six girls jeered.
Molly got off me, and shoved me toward the kitchen, telling me to get everybody beer. When I squeezed through the pack of girls in the doorway, several of them pinched my nipples, slapped my ass. They were taunting me saying things like … hey mommy get me a beer ... shake your fat slut ass. I’m in the kitchen getting beers and it hit me in a strange way that I was naked and all of them were still fully clothed, except for Molly.
I brought everybody beer except Cristal. She said where’s mine? I said she wasn’t old enough to drink. She snapped back at me that if she was old enough to see me naked she was old enough to drink, get me a G D beer. Pissed, I got her one too. I found my vodka and seven, drained it, fixed another and sat on a bar stool in the small kitchen.
There were a dozen conversations going in six different directions and most of it was foreign to me. I am totally not used to that much chatter. Once in a while somebody would say something about me or to me … comments like why is the old whore naked and we have clothes on …lets see some mom butt…wonder if my mom would do this, and so on.
They meandered back to the living room. Then Molly went back to yesterday with Tisha and great detail about collaring me. She pulled out the collar and told me to come over. Reluctantly I went over and she put it on me. Somebody made the crack that since I had a collar on at least I wasn’t totally naked anymore. One girl, think it was Rhonda, knew about Molly and Stephanie pissing on me. Someone laughed so hard they spilled their beer. Molly told me to clean it up. When I did somebody kicked my ass and knocked me on the floor. I got up mad. Kristen said fuck you, pushed me back again and spit on my face. I was furious. She jumped me then Rhonda jumped in, scratched me and pulled my hair. In a flash I was on the floor face down. They twisted my arms behind me and held me down. Someone got rope, I guess from my toy bag, and tied my wrists behind my back.
I lay there while they decided what to do. Trust me there was no rhyme or reason to their conversation. Molly says I have to apologize to Kristen. I told her I was sorry. She says fuck you, kiss my ass you old bag. She lowers her jeans and stuck her butt back and spread her cheeks wide. They howled. Molly pulled me off the floor to my knees, and said kiss her ass and apologize. I hesitated and said again I’m sorry. But Molly and Rhonda, I think, shoved my face closer to Kristen’s ass hole. I knew I was defeated and pressed my mouth against her hole and kissed it. The girls whooped and clapped and Kristen told me to do it more. Pretty soon, I’m sucking licking tonguing her ass hole and the other six girls are going wild watching. Molly of course is beaming. I was thoroughly humiliated. Kristen stepped out of her jeans and panties and stuck it back more until it was lewd. .I kept sucking her hole until she turned around and stuck her pussy in my face and cummed. Not only that, she dribbled some piss on me, slapped me and said she guessed that’d teach me a lesson.
Molly got clamps out of my bag and pinched them on my nipples then asked who’s next. Rhonda wanted me, and I was pushed toward her. She was sitting on the sofa in her panties and bra. Actually several of them were half undressed by this time. Rhonda took her panties off and pushed my face into her hairy pussy. I began tonguing her and for a moment forgot all the mayhem around me and really got into doing her pussy and ass. She flooded me then rocked off another cumm. She pulled me across her lap and began spanking my ass. I think Kristen hit me some also. Someone stuck a finger up my ass and fingered my ass for a while. They kept spanking me until I was hollering and my ass was stinging.
They talked about what they could do to me. At one point they wanted to drive me out in the country leave me naked on a country road and have me find my way back. I pitched a fit. In this bitterly cold weather I knew that was insane and I pleaded with them not too. From the conversation it was clear to me they’d done that to some girl recently. That freaked me and I knew not to put anything past them. Molly thought that would be really humiliating but maybe they should do something else since it was so cold outside. I pleaded for them to take the nipple clamps off. I also had to pee.
By this time some of them had heated up frozen pizza’s, made some snacks and they debated what to do with me while they munched. The scene was an uncoordinated zoo with suggestions about me and such. Finally Molly said she had an idea. She asked me how badly I wanted to pee; I said really bad. She said she’d take the clamps off if I’d pee for them. I stood in the kitchen peeing in a plastic drink cup. She took the clamps off then took the rabbit from my toy bag and started teasing my pussy and getting me worked up. She asked if she untied me would I fuck myself. The threat was if I didn’t they do the throw me outside idea. I nodded I would.
But then she changed her mind. She handed the rabbit to Cristal and told her to fuck me. Everybody roared. Kristen came up to me spit in my face again and said I’d better cumm. I leaned back against the counter and spread my legs. Cristal pulled up a chair in front of me and started using the rabbit on me. At first it was too humiliating to be even the least bit sensuous. But they made me look at Cristal and that had an effect on me. All of them kept urging Cristal on and Laurie and Rhonda began pulling my nipples. It was totally mind-boggling. Some of them were still eating pizza, the microwave timer was going off, somebody was digging in a bag of chips; just distracting, but I kept looking at Cristal who was doing her best but was awkward in her strokes. Laurie and Rhonda were mauling and slapping my tits and pulling my hair. Kristen was yelling for me to cumm. Finally I got close and they knew it. Molly said to ask Cristal if I could cumm. I asked her to please let me cumm. She drove the rabbit into me and held it and I exploded. Kristen stuck her fingers in me then stuck them in my mouth. She called me a shameless whore among other things.
After I’d cumm, they got the idea I should thank Cristal by making her cumm. Kristen and Molly took her aside and talked to her then took her to the bedroom. Molly came and got me and took me into the bedroom then shut the door behind her. Kristen helped her sister get her jeans and panties off and sat her on the edge of the bed. Molly forced me to my knees in front of her and told me to do her. I began softly licking her pussy which was framed with wispy hair. She shuddered. I don’t know how much she’d ever been touched there. I sucked her for a while then tongued her ass. She kept holding her sisters hand. She moaned a lot and finally relaxed. I’m not totally sure she had an orgasm.
I knelt there almost in shock at what I’d done. She dressed and left the room with Kristen. The girls out in the kitchen cheered. Stephanie came in with Melinda. I got on the bed and Stephanie undressed and sat on my face. I ate her pussy and ass while Molly and Melinda watched. Melinda undressed while I was fucking her. I sensed the door was open and several girls were standing in the doorway watching. When she came, she rolled off. I asked Molly to please untie my hands, my wrists were sore and numb, that I’d eat Melinda regardless. She did. Melinda got on the bed, threw her legs apart and tucked her knees against her tummy. Truthfully she was beautiful and I went for her pussy. I used my fingers on her and my mouth and she lay there moaning, oh gawd. By now I was well aware all of them were standing in the room watching but I was past the point of caring.
There was a pause and Molly asked Laurie if she wanted a fuck. She was on her period, cramping and didn’t feel like it. That suited me fine since I knew I was wearing down.
I told Molly I had to go. That didn’t set well with Kristen who assumed I was going to stay the night. I took Molly aside and voiced my concern again about all I’d done and word getting around. She told me word has already gotten around and that’s why these girls were here. I didn’t say anymore, just dressed and left. Kristen snickered at me as I walked out that she’d see me again.
On the way home I began to feel almost sick. When I got home I was totally pale and weak. Then later that night things came crashing down and you all know the rest. Tisha, please talk to Molly and explain that I’m walking a fine line here.
Some time ago, a girl named Molly started sending me messages and driving me nuts with insinuations about how she heard I was a slut. That led to meeting her and eventually submitting to her. What follows is one of those sessions with her and her friends, a day at a lake cottage.
I got to Stephanie’s cottage before Molly so I called her. She and Stephanie arrived around 11:00. The place was uncomfortably cold inside. They keep the heat down when no one is there and yesterday was a bitterly cold, temp in the 40’s, windy gray day anyway. While we waited for the place to warm up, Molly told me to make a fire in the fireplace. I brought wood in from the woodpile and fiddled with that, eventually got it going. They hauled supplies in. and by supplies I mean beer and vodka, snacks, sandwich stuff and frozen pizza. Tell me where 2 mid teens get all that booze, but, anyway. They intended to camp out there for the evening.
Another car arrived and three girls came in. I was introduced to Rhonda, 16, Melinda, 16, and Laurie, 15. I knew Molly mentioned party yesterday but I really didn’t have a clear indication of exactly what that meant (my fault.) I felt awkward and completely out of place and their conversation got giddy really quickly, definitely fueled by a few beers. Rhonda let me know she knew all about me and that put me on edge. Molly referred to me as her new slut mommy. I fixed a vodka and seven and tried to feel less tense or less out of place. We settled in the living room in front of the fire with drinks but I couldn’t relax. I felt more like the chaperone.
Molly got a blanket, put it on the floor by the fireplace, snuggled close to me and told me to take my clothes off. I said I didn’t feel comfortable about it right then. Rhonda and Melinda kept egging her on, Stephanie was quiet (not unusual for her) and Laurie sat there like a chubby teen trying to act cool drinking a beer. Rhonda, short but with huge boobs hiding under her sweatshirt, kept challenging Molly to make me get naked because she wanted to see if I looked like her mom naked. The conversation got more specific and all of these new girls were aware Molly had fucked me. They were grabbing at my clothes. I had on a sweater, bra, dark tights, a mini and medium heels.
We were distracted by another car driving up. Two more girls came bouncing in one of whom shouted she wanted to meet the slut mom. I was dumbfounded. Molly introduced them, Kristen, 16, and her little sister. I didn’t get the sisters name. Kristen shouted back at me, it’s Cristal, spelled it out for me.
I got concerned and asked Molly to talk. We went into a bedroom and I told her that I’m nervous about all the others. I complain about so many and particular the youngest one. Molly asks thru door to Kristen how old is Cristal, Kristen yells back 13. I groaned and silently thought this can’t be happening. Molly convinced me its okay, reminded me she now owns me and said I would go out there, get naked and do whatever she wants, that they know about me, that I will give them what they expect. Also if I do as told she won’t tell anybody about crapping in my mouth. If I give her trouble then she talks. She called Stephanie in and told her. None of this made me feel any better.
Molly starts kissing me and tugging at my clothes, saying she wants me to eat her. Rhonda comes in to find out what’s happening (apparently closed doors don’t mean much to her). I locked the door after she came in. The three of them kept grapping and yanking my clothes until I was standing there in ripped tights and a bra. Molly immediately opened the bedroom door and told everybody to come in, we’re about to have a public unveiling (her exact words).
In a flash the room was filled with seven girls. Molly told me to get my clothes off. I undid my bra and slipped the tights off and stood there naked, totally embarrassed and self conscious. There were multiple comments about me, my body, etc. Molly relished every moment of this new power in front of her friends, to the extent that she was almost demonic. Rhonda compared my body to her mom’s, comparing my tits, cunt, hips, you name it. I felt highly objectified. One girl said ‘I hope I don’t look like that in 30 years’ and that freaking pissed me off. Stephanie let everybody know she had also fucked me and I’d eaten her. That did wonders for my already fragile psyche. I made the classic mistake of trying to cover myself with my hands and that pissed Molly off. She slapped my hands away. She and Stephanie grabbed me, pinned my elbows behind me and herded me toward the bed.. Kristen spit at my face. I thought … what a bitch. Molly pushed me on the bed, yanked her clothes off, straddled me and shoved her pussy in my face. I ate her pussy then her ass while the other six girls jeered.
Molly got off me, and shoved me toward the kitchen, telling me to get everybody beer. When I squeezed through the pack of girls in the doorway, several of them pinched my nipples, slapped my ass. They were taunting me saying things like … hey mommy get me a beer ... shake your fat slut ass. I’m in the kitchen getting beers and it hit me in a strange way that I was naked and all of them were still fully clothed, except for Molly.
I brought everybody beer except Cristal. She said where’s mine? I said she wasn’t old enough to drink. She snapped back at me that if she was old enough to see me naked she was old enough to drink, get me a G D beer. Pissed, I got her one too. I found my vodka and seven, drained it, fixed another and sat on a bar stool in the small kitchen.
There were a dozen conversations going in six different directions and most of it was foreign to me. I am totally not used to that much chatter. Once in a while somebody would say something about me or to me … comments like why is the old whore naked and we have clothes on …lets see some mom butt…wonder if my mom would do this, and so on.
They meandered back to the living room. Then Molly went back to yesterday with Tisha and great detail about collaring me. She pulled out the collar and told me to come over. Reluctantly I went over and she put it on me. Somebody made the crack that since I had a collar on at least I wasn’t totally naked anymore. One girl, think it was Rhonda, knew about Molly and Stephanie pissing on me. Someone laughed so hard they spilled their beer. Molly told me to clean it up. When I did somebody kicked my ass and knocked me on the floor. I got up mad. Kristen said fuck you, pushed me back again and spit on my face. I was furious. She jumped me then Rhonda jumped in, scratched me and pulled my hair. In a flash I was on the floor face down. They twisted my arms behind me and held me down. Someone got rope, I guess from my toy bag, and tied my wrists behind my back.
I lay there while they decided what to do. Trust me there was no rhyme or reason to their conversation. Molly says I have to apologize to Kristen. I told her I was sorry. She says fuck you, kiss my ass you old bag. She lowers her jeans and stuck her butt back and spread her cheeks wide. They howled. Molly pulled me off the floor to my knees, and said kiss her ass and apologize. I hesitated and said again I’m sorry. But Molly and Rhonda, I think, shoved my face closer to Kristen’s ass hole. I knew I was defeated and pressed my mouth against her hole and kissed it. The girls whooped and clapped and Kristen told me to do it more. Pretty soon, I’m sucking licking tonguing her ass hole and the other six girls are going wild watching. Molly of course is beaming. I was thoroughly humiliated. Kristen stepped out of her jeans and panties and stuck it back more until it was lewd. .I kept sucking her hole until she turned around and stuck her pussy in my face and cummed. Not only that, she dribbled some piss on me, slapped me and said she guessed that’d teach me a lesson.
Molly got clamps out of my bag and pinched them on my nipples then asked who’s next. Rhonda wanted me, and I was pushed toward her. She was sitting on the sofa in her panties and bra. Actually several of them were half undressed by this time. Rhonda took her panties off and pushed my face into her hairy pussy. I began tonguing her and for a moment forgot all the mayhem around me and really got into doing her pussy and ass. She flooded me then rocked off another cumm. She pulled me across her lap and began spanking my ass. I think Kristen hit me some also. Someone stuck a finger up my ass and fingered my ass for a while. They kept spanking me until I was hollering and my ass was stinging.
They talked about what they could do to me. At one point they wanted to drive me out in the country leave me naked on a country road and have me find my way back. I pitched a fit. In this bitterly cold weather I knew that was insane and I pleaded with them not too. From the conversation it was clear to me they’d done that to some girl recently. That freaked me and I knew not to put anything past them. Molly thought that would be really humiliating but maybe they should do something else since it was so cold outside. I pleaded for them to take the nipple clamps off. I also had to pee.
By this time some of them had heated up frozen pizza’s, made some snacks and they debated what to do with me while they munched. The scene was an uncoordinated zoo with suggestions about me and such. Finally Molly said she had an idea. She asked me how badly I wanted to pee; I said really bad. She said she’d take the clamps off if I’d pee for them. I stood in the kitchen peeing in a plastic drink cup. She took the clamps off then took the rabbit from my toy bag and started teasing my pussy and getting me worked up. She asked if she untied me would I fuck myself. The threat was if I didn’t they do the throw me outside idea. I nodded I would.
But then she changed her mind. She handed the rabbit to Cristal and told her to fuck me. Everybody roared. Kristen came up to me spit in my face again and said I’d better cumm. I leaned back against the counter and spread my legs. Cristal pulled up a chair in front of me and started using the rabbit on me. At first it was too humiliating to be even the least bit sensuous. But they made me look at Cristal and that had an effect on me. All of them kept urging Cristal on and Laurie and Rhonda began pulling my nipples. It was totally mind-boggling. Some of them were still eating pizza, the microwave timer was going off, somebody was digging in a bag of chips; just distracting, but I kept looking at Cristal who was doing her best but was awkward in her strokes. Laurie and Rhonda were mauling and slapping my tits and pulling my hair. Kristen was yelling for me to cumm. Finally I got close and they knew it. Molly said to ask Cristal if I could cumm. I asked her to please let me cumm. She drove the rabbit into me and held it and I exploded. Kristen stuck her fingers in me then stuck them in my mouth. She called me a shameless whore among other things.
After I’d cumm, they got the idea I should thank Cristal by making her cumm. Kristen and Molly took her aside and talked to her then took her to the bedroom. Molly came and got me and took me into the bedroom then shut the door behind her. Kristen helped her sister get her jeans and panties off and sat her on the edge of the bed. Molly forced me to my knees in front of her and told me to do her. I began softly licking her pussy which was framed with wispy hair. She shuddered. I don’t know how much she’d ever been touched there. I sucked her for a while then tongued her ass. She kept holding her sisters hand. She moaned a lot and finally relaxed. I’m not totally sure she had an orgasm.
I knelt there almost in shock at what I’d done. She dressed and left the room with Kristen. The girls out in the kitchen cheered. Stephanie came in with Melinda. I got on the bed and Stephanie undressed and sat on my face. I ate her pussy and ass while Molly and Melinda watched. Melinda undressed while I was fucking her. I sensed the door was open and several girls were standing in the doorway watching. When she came, she rolled off. I asked Molly to please untie my hands, my wrists were sore and numb, that I’d eat Melinda regardless. She did. Melinda got on the bed, threw her legs apart and tucked her knees against her tummy. Truthfully she was beautiful and I went for her pussy. I used my fingers on her and my mouth and she lay there moaning, oh gawd. By now I was well aware all of them were standing in the room watching but I was past the point of caring.
There was a pause and Molly asked Laurie if she wanted a fuck. She was on her period, cramping and didn’t feel like it. That suited me fine since I knew I was wearing down.
I told Molly I had to go. That didn’t set well with Kristen who assumed I was going to stay the night. I took Molly aside and voiced my concern again about all I’d done and word getting around. She told me word has already gotten around and that’s why these girls were here. I didn’t say anymore, just dressed and left. Kristen snickered at me as I walked out that she’d see me again.
On the way home I began to feel almost sick. When I got home I was totally pale and weak. Then later that night things came crashing down and you all know the rest. Tisha, please talk to Molly and explain that I’m walking a fine line here.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Apr 1, 2009: Service to Fran
I got to Fran’s before 9:00. I dressed immaculately, floral print blouse, stylish tight skirt, black seamed thigh highs. Black sheer bra and panty set. Panties being one of the three additional pair Katrina gave me back for meeting Sue. Katrina had suggested my clothing. As instructed, I brought my toy bag which Fran had me put in the guest bedroom. She told me while I was back there I’d find a garment bag hanging in the closet which contained my attire for the day. I did so and found a short black polyester mini dress. I fumbled with it as she stood in the doorway watching me. The dress was extremely sexy … mini skirt, fitted waist, tight bodice gathered under the bust line and a rounded low-cut neckline that accentuated my boobs. Fran told me I’d have to remove my bra to make the dress fit right. I did, slipped the dress on and them hem hit me mid thigh, just below the tops of the thigh highs.
Fran gave approval, had me tie my hair back, and add more makeup, especially heavier lip-gloss. She gave me a short, white half apron, which I tied around my waist.
She lectured me explicitly on my purpose for the day, that she planned a card party at 10:00 for three of her friends and my purpose was to act as her domestic help. I was slightly taken back but knowing how proper she is and how severely she used me a couple of months ago, somehow it all fit. She went over the menu, how I was to serve and act. She didn’t hesitate to add that blacks now run this country and white bitches like me need to fall in line. I set up a card table in the living room, spread a cloth over it, got out little plates, set up her bar, and got out nuts, crackers, cheese straws, etc. she looked over everything I did, correcting me when necessary.
She also said I was to respond to her and her guests with a proper yes Ma’am, no Ma’am, and not to speak unless spoken to. The three women she expected were close friends of hers and were to be treated with respect. She also made it clear I’d be humiliated beyond my wildest imagination by her and punished by Katrina if I flubbed any aspect of my duties. I had no idea what they knew of me, about me nor did I dare ask.
She also stated that my name for the day would be Yvette, which she considered a perfect name for a servant. I said, pardon me? She said Y V E T T E, think you can remember that, Yvette? I said yes Ma’am.
The first woman arrived. I greeted her at the door, took her raincoat, and asked for her drink preference. She was probably about Fran’s age, diminutive, and somewhat condescending to me. In a moment, two other women arrived together, one definitely older than Fran, slightly overweight and the other true Negro skin tones and features. All I would judge to be between 45 and 55. I was not introduced to any of them but merely took their coats, got them beverages and remained silent.
They sat at the card table and began playing bridge at the card table I’d set up in the living room. I stood where Fran had indicated, against a wall in the kitchen. When they wanted something, someone rang a little bell and I’d come in, curtsy, and ask … how may I serve you, Ma’am? I’d do things like refill the candy dish, pick up a linen napkin that slipped of a lap, refill a coffee cup or drink glass, etc. Every time I’d bend to get something off the table, or place something on the table, my boobs were very revealed. The distance between my place in the kitchen and them was maybe 12-15 feet. They talked as if I wasn’t even there. Once in a while I’d hear a remark about me, that I was learning my place and was provided by Katrina who was training me. Fran slipped in a remark about having me over on a test basis several weeks ago and that I seemed to be an appropriate servant and easily controlled and compliant. At one point, I overheard someone say the words ‘complete whore’ followed by a few snickers. There were comments about my overall appearance.
They played a round of bridge, changed partners, Fran keeping score etc. I’d respond to the bell when summoned. They changed partners again, kept playing until around 1230. Fran tallied the score and determined that a woman named Bernice was the winner. I was summoned, told to serve the luncheon. They milled around a bit, talked until I put lunch on the table. While they ate, I removed the card table and chairs, refilled glasses etc. I overheard comments from Fran about me at the Obama party at Katrina’s. I trembled inside. While they ate, I sat in the kitchen and ate, overhearing what conversation I could.
Then Fran said okay girls lets get down to the good part, that she’d promised them some fun, an enjoyable afternoon, was everyone game for this. Fran rang the bell, I responded and curtsied. She told me Bernice as the winner was entitled to my most intimate services. My mouth dropped open. I could see their eyes light up. Fran spoke to the other three about me and used the words slut and whore to describe me.
Fran told me bluntly to take off my panties. She stared at me and with trembling fingers, I slipped them off and stepped out of them. She told me place the panties on the bureau in the living room. I tottered over and did so. When I stood before her again, she looked me in the eyes, told me to raise my skirt and show them my cunt. I pulled up the skirt, held it at my waist and felt them staring and listened to them snickering. I didn’t say a word. Fran told me to turn and show my ass. I turned my back; I felt a hand pinch my ass cheeks and a comment that I seemed trashy. Fran laughed and said, yes, trashy with a slight touch of class but a slut at heart. She said, aren’t you Yvette. I said yes Ma’am.
Then she told me curtly to remove my short apron and the dress. My mind went blank for an instant because that meant I’d be naked except for the heels and hose since I’d taken my bra off to accommodate the low cur neckline of the dress. She drummed her fingers on the table I knew better than to hesitate any longer. I quickly untied the short apron, then reached behind my back and unzipped the thing and let it fall to the floor. I bent over to pick it up but Fran snapped at me and asked did she tell me to pick it up? I said no Ma’am, and straightened back up, leaving the clothing on the floor.
Fran looked at me with this cold expression and said to play with myself for her friends. I felt totally odd but I started running my hands over my body finally getting enough presence of mind to fondle my tits and pussy. She said … more Yvette, get with it. I began cupping my tits, tweaking my nipples and rubbing my pussy more, then fingering. All I saw from them was lewd smiles. Fran said … see girls, she is a whore. One of the women asked how I got like that and Fran said months and months of intensive training. The woman laughed and said well everyone needs a well-trained whore once in a while. I kept fingering and making a lewd spectacle of myself and just when I began to feel some tingling, Fran told me to stop, not to touch myself again and suck my fingers clean. I put the fingers of my right hand in my mouth and sucked like a baby.
Then she told me to go to my room, meaning the guest room, to lay out the contents of my bag on the dresser and wait.
Bernice came in first and I stood to welcome her. She shut the door, smiled at me and said she wanted the full treatment. I wasn’t sure what she meant, but I said yes Ma’am anyway. I undressed her, she looked far better with her clothes on to be truthful, large saggy tits that lay against her belly, numerous stretch marks and flabby hips and thighs. Initially I sucked her ponderous tits. Other than give me basic commands, she didn’t say a lot except to make her old 58-year-old body feel good. I said yes Ma’am. When I ate her, she was dry and I used my saliva at first and finally got my lube to lubricate her vagina so I could finger her, which is what she also wanted. Making her orgasm took forever, but I was patient and manipulated her clit. She gave me a command to do her ass too and I offered either my tongue or a dildo. She said tongue me you whore. I asked her to pull her legs back and I separated her cheeks and began licking while I fingered her and rubbed her clit. Finally she gave me the don’t stop command and orgasmed. She never touched me sexually, just patted my ass and said that made her feel a whole lot better.
I went to the bathroom, washed my face, swished some mouthwash, (Fran had told me too previously), and returned to the bedroom to wait.
Francine was the next to come in. I found out she was 48. She was also a plus size woman though not as much as Bernice. She was far more active and verbal with me. The first thing she did was have me lie across her lap and spank me. She did a lot of taunting and groping my ass and pussy. She got worked up and told me to be vocal about what I slut I was. I called myself every name in the book, told her I was naughty, and needed a spanking. She rolled me off her lap and jumped on me, straddling my face and smashing her body over me, my face trapped under her ass and thighs which was like being smothered by giant marsh mellows. . I struggled for air but ate her ass and pussy while she bounced around on me. She’d grab each of my labia and tug them until I screamed. She had little trouble cumming and insisted on a second one.
Opal was last. She’s 55, initially shy. When she came back we talked for a few minutes. I’m not exactly sure what her situation is but although she seemed to be into the swing of things, she was hesitant. I told her I’d honor whatever she wished. She did a sudden change of attitude and in a very low voice, asked me if I’d get a dildo and fuck myself, play with myself like I did in the dining room.. I found that somewhat strange but I selected the rabbit, lay back and gave her a good look while I fucked myself. She had me get clamps and clamp my nipples. She watched me make a whore of myself and got turned on. Finally, she unzipped her slacks, slipped her hands into her panties and began playing with herself. I told her I’d help her, to please let me. She seemed hesitate but nodded. I knelt in front of her, slid her slacks down her ankles and began eating her pussy. Since I had the rabbit, I also used it in her pussy and licked her clit. She started letting go, I felt her responding and she squeezed off a quiet orgasm.
When I came out (naked) Fran was waiting for me. Opal and Bernice were not there. That left Francine and Fran. The three of us went back to the guest room and Fran had me undress her down to bra and panties. While I did, Francine stripped and buckled my strappy around her. I took Fran’s panties off, licked her, and really showed my appreciation. She was on the bed, spread out, my face in her pussy, my ass stuck up. Francine used a paddle and beat my ass calling me a dirty filthy whore. It sent me into orbit. Finally she rammed the strappy into my cunt and kept beating my ass and fucking me. I loved being sandwiched in between them. That sent all kinds of triggers off in my brain and I sucked on Fran’s ass and pussy until she exploded. I asked for permission and Fran let me cumm while Francine kept beating my ass. I turned on my hands and knees to her and sucked the strappy. She took it off handed it to Fran who got on her knees behind me. The bed was a little too soft and cushioned for this so we got on the floor and resumed the same positions. Me on hands and knees, Fran on her knees behind me ramming my ass, and me eating Francine’s ass. All of us came again.
Francine left shortly afterwards. I cleaned Fran’s kitchen, changed the sheets on the guest bed then showered and put my original clothes back on. It was around 5:00 when I left for home.
Fran gave approval, had me tie my hair back, and add more makeup, especially heavier lip-gloss. She gave me a short, white half apron, which I tied around my waist.
She lectured me explicitly on my purpose for the day, that she planned a card party at 10:00 for three of her friends and my purpose was to act as her domestic help. I was slightly taken back but knowing how proper she is and how severely she used me a couple of months ago, somehow it all fit. She went over the menu, how I was to serve and act. She didn’t hesitate to add that blacks now run this country and white bitches like me need to fall in line. I set up a card table in the living room, spread a cloth over it, got out little plates, set up her bar, and got out nuts, crackers, cheese straws, etc. she looked over everything I did, correcting me when necessary.
She also said I was to respond to her and her guests with a proper yes Ma’am, no Ma’am, and not to speak unless spoken to. The three women she expected were close friends of hers and were to be treated with respect. She also made it clear I’d be humiliated beyond my wildest imagination by her and punished by Katrina if I flubbed any aspect of my duties. I had no idea what they knew of me, about me nor did I dare ask.
She also stated that my name for the day would be Yvette, which she considered a perfect name for a servant. I said, pardon me? She said Y V E T T E, think you can remember that, Yvette? I said yes Ma’am.
The first woman arrived. I greeted her at the door, took her raincoat, and asked for her drink preference. She was probably about Fran’s age, diminutive, and somewhat condescending to me. In a moment, two other women arrived together, one definitely older than Fran, slightly overweight and the other true Negro skin tones and features. All I would judge to be between 45 and 55. I was not introduced to any of them but merely took their coats, got them beverages and remained silent.
They sat at the card table and began playing bridge at the card table I’d set up in the living room. I stood where Fran had indicated, against a wall in the kitchen. When they wanted something, someone rang a little bell and I’d come in, curtsy, and ask … how may I serve you, Ma’am? I’d do things like refill the candy dish, pick up a linen napkin that slipped of a lap, refill a coffee cup or drink glass, etc. Every time I’d bend to get something off the table, or place something on the table, my boobs were very revealed. The distance between my place in the kitchen and them was maybe 12-15 feet. They talked as if I wasn’t even there. Once in a while I’d hear a remark about me, that I was learning my place and was provided by Katrina who was training me. Fran slipped in a remark about having me over on a test basis several weeks ago and that I seemed to be an appropriate servant and easily controlled and compliant. At one point, I overheard someone say the words ‘complete whore’ followed by a few snickers. There were comments about my overall appearance.
They played a round of bridge, changed partners, Fran keeping score etc. I’d respond to the bell when summoned. They changed partners again, kept playing until around 1230. Fran tallied the score and determined that a woman named Bernice was the winner. I was summoned, told to serve the luncheon. They milled around a bit, talked until I put lunch on the table. While they ate, I removed the card table and chairs, refilled glasses etc. I overheard comments from Fran about me at the Obama party at Katrina’s. I trembled inside. While they ate, I sat in the kitchen and ate, overhearing what conversation I could.
Then Fran said okay girls lets get down to the good part, that she’d promised them some fun, an enjoyable afternoon, was everyone game for this. Fran rang the bell, I responded and curtsied. She told me Bernice as the winner was entitled to my most intimate services. My mouth dropped open. I could see their eyes light up. Fran spoke to the other three about me and used the words slut and whore to describe me.
Fran told me bluntly to take off my panties. She stared at me and with trembling fingers, I slipped them off and stepped out of them. She told me place the panties on the bureau in the living room. I tottered over and did so. When I stood before her again, she looked me in the eyes, told me to raise my skirt and show them my cunt. I pulled up the skirt, held it at my waist and felt them staring and listened to them snickering. I didn’t say a word. Fran told me to turn and show my ass. I turned my back; I felt a hand pinch my ass cheeks and a comment that I seemed trashy. Fran laughed and said, yes, trashy with a slight touch of class but a slut at heart. She said, aren’t you Yvette. I said yes Ma’am.
Then she told me curtly to remove my short apron and the dress. My mind went blank for an instant because that meant I’d be naked except for the heels and hose since I’d taken my bra off to accommodate the low cur neckline of the dress. She drummed her fingers on the table I knew better than to hesitate any longer. I quickly untied the short apron, then reached behind my back and unzipped the thing and let it fall to the floor. I bent over to pick it up but Fran snapped at me and asked did she tell me to pick it up? I said no Ma’am, and straightened back up, leaving the clothing on the floor.
Fran looked at me with this cold expression and said to play with myself for her friends. I felt totally odd but I started running my hands over my body finally getting enough presence of mind to fondle my tits and pussy. She said … more Yvette, get with it. I began cupping my tits, tweaking my nipples and rubbing my pussy more, then fingering. All I saw from them was lewd smiles. Fran said … see girls, she is a whore. One of the women asked how I got like that and Fran said months and months of intensive training. The woman laughed and said well everyone needs a well-trained whore once in a while. I kept fingering and making a lewd spectacle of myself and just when I began to feel some tingling, Fran told me to stop, not to touch myself again and suck my fingers clean. I put the fingers of my right hand in my mouth and sucked like a baby.
Then she told me to go to my room, meaning the guest room, to lay out the contents of my bag on the dresser and wait.
Bernice came in first and I stood to welcome her. She shut the door, smiled at me and said she wanted the full treatment. I wasn’t sure what she meant, but I said yes Ma’am anyway. I undressed her, she looked far better with her clothes on to be truthful, large saggy tits that lay against her belly, numerous stretch marks and flabby hips and thighs. Initially I sucked her ponderous tits. Other than give me basic commands, she didn’t say a lot except to make her old 58-year-old body feel good. I said yes Ma’am. When I ate her, she was dry and I used my saliva at first and finally got my lube to lubricate her vagina so I could finger her, which is what she also wanted. Making her orgasm took forever, but I was patient and manipulated her clit. She gave me a command to do her ass too and I offered either my tongue or a dildo. She said tongue me you whore. I asked her to pull her legs back and I separated her cheeks and began licking while I fingered her and rubbed her clit. Finally she gave me the don’t stop command and orgasmed. She never touched me sexually, just patted my ass and said that made her feel a whole lot better.
I went to the bathroom, washed my face, swished some mouthwash, (Fran had told me too previously), and returned to the bedroom to wait.
Francine was the next to come in. I found out she was 48. She was also a plus size woman though not as much as Bernice. She was far more active and verbal with me. The first thing she did was have me lie across her lap and spank me. She did a lot of taunting and groping my ass and pussy. She got worked up and told me to be vocal about what I slut I was. I called myself every name in the book, told her I was naughty, and needed a spanking. She rolled me off her lap and jumped on me, straddling my face and smashing her body over me, my face trapped under her ass and thighs which was like being smothered by giant marsh mellows. . I struggled for air but ate her ass and pussy while she bounced around on me. She’d grab each of my labia and tug them until I screamed. She had little trouble cumming and insisted on a second one.
Opal was last. She’s 55, initially shy. When she came back we talked for a few minutes. I’m not exactly sure what her situation is but although she seemed to be into the swing of things, she was hesitant. I told her I’d honor whatever she wished. She did a sudden change of attitude and in a very low voice, asked me if I’d get a dildo and fuck myself, play with myself like I did in the dining room.. I found that somewhat strange but I selected the rabbit, lay back and gave her a good look while I fucked myself. She had me get clamps and clamp my nipples. She watched me make a whore of myself and got turned on. Finally, she unzipped her slacks, slipped her hands into her panties and began playing with herself. I told her I’d help her, to please let me. She seemed hesitate but nodded. I knelt in front of her, slid her slacks down her ankles and began eating her pussy. Since I had the rabbit, I also used it in her pussy and licked her clit. She started letting go, I felt her responding and she squeezed off a quiet orgasm.
When I came out (naked) Fran was waiting for me. Opal and Bernice were not there. That left Francine and Fran. The three of us went back to the guest room and Fran had me undress her down to bra and panties. While I did, Francine stripped and buckled my strappy around her. I took Fran’s panties off, licked her, and really showed my appreciation. She was on the bed, spread out, my face in her pussy, my ass stuck up. Francine used a paddle and beat my ass calling me a dirty filthy whore. It sent me into orbit. Finally she rammed the strappy into my cunt and kept beating my ass and fucking me. I loved being sandwiched in between them. That sent all kinds of triggers off in my brain and I sucked on Fran’s ass and pussy until she exploded. I asked for permission and Fran let me cumm while Francine kept beating my ass. I turned on my hands and knees to her and sucked the strappy. She took it off handed it to Fran who got on her knees behind me. The bed was a little too soft and cushioned for this so we got on the floor and resumed the same positions. Me on hands and knees, Fran on her knees behind me ramming my ass, and me eating Francine’s ass. All of us came again.
Francine left shortly afterwards. I cleaned Fran’s kitchen, changed the sheets on the guest bed then showered and put my original clothes back on. It was around 5:00 when I left for home.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
