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.