Today I wore a patterned button up blouse and a white short skirt, white platform heels, no bra or panties obviously. It started raining about 5 minutes after I left and I wished I’m brought my raincoat but I kept going. When I entered Fran’s house around 10:20, I stripped my blouse and skirt off and knelt by her chair. She was stunning in nothing but green lingerie, complete with hose and dynamite heels. She doesn’t skimp on her clothing budget, that’s for sure. She presented me with a lavender colored lacy bra and open crotch thong set, matching garter belt and lavender hose. They were absolutely gorgeous. She told me it was a present for my behavior yesterday and she felt I needed a reward. I put everything on and modeled it for her approval.
Her original intent for today was for me to do yard work but the intermittent rain was too interfering so she planned other things. She asked me how I was feeling and I gave her honest answers about my soreness. She indicated we’d work around that, how was my tongue. I told her my tongue and my mouth was hers. We talked about yesterday and Melissa for a few minutes. She said it was a huge turn on for her to watch me being treated with such disdain by an obvious hellcat with a grudge against white women.
She wanted to show me something and put on a raincoat and gave me an older one to cover my lingerie. We walked out to her garage. As you face her house, her garage is on the right side, set back a few feet and detached from the house. and has a vacant room above the garage. The stairs are on the outside.
We went up the outside stairs. We entered a large room the size of the garage below, about 22x22 feet I suppose. Fran said the previous owner started converting it into a 1 room 1 bath living space for guests but didn’t finish it. The bathroom connections are in but there is no lavatory, shower or commode yet. The room has unpainted drywall over insulation and electric baseboard heat, sloped ceilings, and a small window on two sides. She said it will take about $4000 to make it livable which she is considering doing.
Then she said the purpose of potentially doing so, and showing me this room, is that Katrina indicated I might need to make a living change soon. If so she would offer this space as slave quarters. I was stunned and thanked her profusely. She dropped her raincoat and said show her some appropriate appreciation. I took of my coat, squatted in front of her and removed her panties. I kissed her then sucked and used my fingers delicately then more forcefully until she came.
We went back to the house. She told me Francine was coming over and we were going to lunch. Still dressed in the lingerie she bought me, I did a few minor things in her kitchen including making a pitcher of iced tea. The doorbell rang and Fran told me to answer it just as I was, since it was probably Francine. I did and Francine smiled and said remember me, Yvette? I smiled back and said of course, Maam.
We drank iced tea and Fran had me relate the highlights of my week particularly Melissa. After that conversation Fran suggested I offer Francine some private sex. We went to the guest room, which to me now has become the fuck room. I slipped Francine’s panties off and ate her pussy and fingered her ass until she came.
When we were all back in the living room, Fran announced we’d all go to lunch... However, we’d stop by the goodwill store first since she’d forgotten to give Melissa the check for $100 yesterday. She told me to find Melissa, thank her for yesterday and ask her to go to lunch with us. If she could, I was to take her to the ladies room and eat her. If I was successful in eating Melissa in the restroom, Fran would pay for lunch, if not I’d pay for lunch. I thought how diabolical! The thought of seeing Melissa again chilled me and taking her to the ladies room even more so.
However, I said I’d do it. I cleaned up a little and dressed in my skirt and blouse. We got into Fran’s Mercedes, them in the front, me in the back. Once at the store, we didn’t saw Betty who totally ignored us. I sought out Melissa. I heard someone say “hello ‘ho; didn’t recognize you with your clothes on.” I turned and it was her. I thanked her for yesterday again and asked if she could go to lunch with us. She wasn’t sure she could get off that long but then I said I’ve promised Fran and her friend I’d eat you in the restroom at the restaurant. That got her attention. She disappeared for a coupe of minutes and came back ready to go.
We drove to a fancy Chinese place nearby. On the way over there I had to show Melissa my new open crotch panties and she pinched my cunt repeatedly. She wanted sex in the car but Fran had a fit and said she didn’t want her car smelling like fuck. We entered this quite elegant Chinese place, the kind one would expect to see Fran choose; three of us comfortably dressed and Melissa in her jeans and tight top that showed off her huge boobs. We made quite a sight and I’m sure nobody in the place had any idea what was going on. We ordered lunch specials and a bottle of wine. Since it was around 1:30, the restaurant wasn’t packed. Fran said she’d been here before and the restroom is perfect, get going. Melissa and I slipped out of our side of the booth.
There were three stalls; we took the one on the end. Melissa slipped out of her flats, took off her jeans, pulled her panties aside; I took off my skirt and blouse and pulled my tits out of the top of my lacy bra. She leaned against the back wall, her legs straddling the commode. I crouched down and began licking her and she was already flowing. I generally made an unbelievable whore of myself. I followed her hissed whispers and alternately fingered and licked her until someone came in and we had to stop for a moment until they left. We started again, Melissa directing me. She braced and flooded me with cumm and squirt on my face and tits. I held my mouth over her pussy until she ebbed. I reached for my clothes but she said we weren’t finished. She turned her ass to me and I separated her cheeks and kissed her ass. She pissed in the toilet and started to put her jeans back on. I asked her if I could have her panties. She asked why would I want a whore like you wearing my panties. I said because I’ve been ordered to and I forgot to ask yesterday. I said I’ll pay you $20. She slipped them off; I paid her $20 and put them in my purse. She left the stall. Another woman had entered the restroom so I had to wait a minute. I put my skirt and blouse back on, didn’t button the blouse. When that woman left I made a mad dash to a lavatory and used a wet paper towel to wipe Melissa’s fluid off my tits and face. I was buttoning my blouse when another woman came in. I know the look on my face said I was guilty as sin.
I got back to the table. Our food had arrived and they were eating. Fran grinned and said based on Melissa’s story and my slightly disheveled appearance; it looked like she’d be paying. Melissa wanted my phone number but Fran said, no, she’d go through her or you, Katrina, when she wanted me.
We dropped Melissa off and went back to Fran’s. She said I could leave after I did one thing; to masturbate for them wearing my new lingerie. I pulled off my skirt and blouse and lay across an ottoman, my cunt facing them. I worked myself carefully and slowly finding the right spots until I orgasmed.
I thanked Fran for the week and also thanked Francine for the chance to serve her again. I left around 3:30. No traffic; was a breeze getting home.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
May 20, 2009: Wednesday at Fran's
Again I arrived around 1015, stripped and gave Fran her gift. She was extremely pleased. I indicated I had one for the other girl.
She had me undress and stand with my legs spread, hands clasped behind my back. She came over and lifted my tits, examined my cunt and ass, asked how sore I was, that my cunt was still puffy. I told her I felt it every time I stepped and my ass felt like the dildo was still in me but I’d taken a sit bath this morning and that helped. She told me the position I was in would be exactly how I’d be when our guest arrived.
She had me take my toy bag to the guest room, remove all the items and place them on the bureau so they were clearly available. I placed the gift there too. She sent me to the kitchen and I poured brandy for both of us.
We were in the living room sipping brandy when a car pulled up in front of her house. She said … looks like my new girl friend has arrived and told me to assume my position. Part of Fran’s living room has two chairs slightly facing each other separated by a small table. I was standing off to the right of Fran’s chair facing the other chair. She pulled a scarf from her pocket and blindfolded me. I protested but she told me to shut up.
Fran did a ‘what the fuck’, opened the door and apparently stepped outside. I remained standing but sensed there was some kind of confusion. In a few minutes Fran came in and I heard someone giggling. They sat down. Fran said she’d like for me to meet Melissa. Her friend was the one who checked in the stuff at goodwill and told her about me. I was trembling. Fran asked her if she wanted wine or bandy or something else. I could feel this girls eyes on me. Melissa said brandy would be great and Fran got her one then suggested they have a nice talk. I was embarrassed because I was standing naked in front of someone I’d never met nor could I see since I was blindfolded.
From the conversation I gathered that the girl, who Melissa referred to as Betty, told her about me. Betty backed out but Melissa was all for finding out what this was about. I heard Fran ask her if she thought I was someone she’d enjoy messing with. She laughed and said yes she was so damn curious and after hearing Betty’s description of me. Melissa said she was 31, had sex with lots of people including women.
Fran told me to unclasp my hands behind me and put them on my labia and pull my cunt lips apart. She started telling Melissa about me. In general that I was initially trained by a white girl and since then, a black woman who is her friend and several other black women. I used to feel above black women, but in 18 months I’d been trained to think differently. I came to realize my submissiveness and to think of myself as a slut and started seeing people, mostly black women. I had been broken to understand I was inferior to all black women and about 60 had used me in different ways. I’d been fucked every way imaginable and sucked black ass and pussy and been used as a toilet. I was a masochist and thrived on pain and serving. I’d been tied up, beaten and exposed in public some. She laid it all out. I was freaking.
Then she told me to take two steps toward Melissa and spread my cunt wider. I took two steps then she said take one more. I did so trembling. Fran got up and came back and tied my hands behind me.
Fran continued, telling Melissa about whipping my pussy yesterday and making me get sandwiches at the deli. She said I rarely wear clothes and almost never wear panties. That it’s been clear I sometimes stay naked for hours if not days at a time and for the next two hours Melissa had complete authority to use me in anyway she wanted. Fran’s only stipulation was she might want to watch and also that I could not be permanently harmed. She went on to say it was possible for Melissa to have me again if things worked out. She continued that there probably weren’t 100 women like me in the city.
I could hear Melissa laughing. She said this is so different because at the store she has to put up with a lot of bull from white women who think as customers they own the place.
Melissa was itching to begin. Fran said there we’d use the guest bedroom and she’d find everything she needed. If she wanted to toilet me there was a bathroom in the hall.
She removed the blindfold. For the first time I got a look at Melissa. She was beaming ear to ear. Her hair was in a frizzy afro with blonde highlights. Fran was about to burst with laughter and said well she all yours, enjoy her. Melissa got up and I saw she was taller than me. Probably 5’10 and about 170-180 with full breasts and big hips and a thick waist. She walked to me. Fran said do her a favor and slap me a few times. Melissa hauled back and slapped the daylights out of me.
Fran led us to the bedroom then disappeared somewhere in the house leaving Melissa and I alone in the room. She slapped me again, punched me in to tummy and shoved me back on the bed. She began to tell me how she despised white bitches; I lay there quivering gasping for breath. She undressed and I looked at her body. She had huge saggy tits, stretch marks and a hairy pussy which looked like a thicket. She started biting my nipples and clawing me like she was toying with some inanimate object. I told her she didn’t have to be so rough I’d cooperate. She said fuck you bitch. She slapped me again, scooted her hairy pussy over my face and told me she wanted some good cumms. I started licking her and she kept grinding down on me. All at once she yelled oh Gawd and cummed and squirted all over me. I nearly choked. She moved back and lowered her massive tits and I started sucking them. She kept calling me a bitch. I was scared. I told her I’ll do anything. She slapped me and said damn right. She said does white bitch want to eat me again, I nodded. She stuck her pussy back over my face and I sucked her to another cumm. She said so you suck ass, bitch. I nodded. She turned and forced her ass down on me. Her ass had abundant swirls of kinky hair around her hole and she smelled. I gagged and began sucking. She rocked off another one. I was gasping for breath.
She got up and looked at the toys on the dresser, got clamps and attached them on my nipples and pulled the little chain connecting them I yelled, screamed which brought Fran to the door. She saw what was happening and shut the door, leaving me with this wild woman. Melissa slapped me again and shouted bitch, bitch several times. She pulled the chain tormenting the hell out of me, slapped me pulled my hair and raked me with her nails. I though I’d die. The whole time I’m thinking where do they find these types.
Finally she calmed down. She rammed fingers into me and frigged me for a while then got my rabbit and fucked my cunt. She never untied my hands but fucked me with the strappy, the rabbit and her fingers repeatedly. The bed was a mess, covers half off the bed on the floor, and me about the same way. At one point my head and shoulders were on the floor, waist and legs still on the bed and Melissa ramming my cunt with something. It was torrid. She dragged me by the hair to the bathroom, sat me on the toilet, pinched my cheeks until my mouth opened and pissed on my face. All the while she was how good it was to see a white bitch drinking her piss.
She shoved my face back into her pussy. Fran stood watching and suggested she untie my hands and have me separate her ass cheeks and do a good as licking. Melissa laughed and said she liked me tied. She reached back, stuck her butt back and pulled her cheeks apart. I knelt behind her and sucked her ass again. She frigged herself and turned her pussy to me and squirted on me again. I was drenched.
She finally said she had to go and I thought, thank Gawd. However I thanked her for using me and gave her the perfume. I’m not sure but I think she had six cumms. Fran said she would discuss the possibility of me seeing her again and in the meantime to tell all her friends.
After she left Fran stood in the bathroom door looking down at me. She said she’d never completely understood me but now she had a much clearer picture of how much of a whore I was. That made me feel like shit but I think I understood her point. She untied me and told me to clean the bathroom, then change the sheets on the guest bed and use carpet cleaner on the carpets in there too. I spend well over an hour cleaning up Melissa’s wild mess but I knew how important a pristine house is to Fran.
After we ate a late lunch, Fran had me put on old cutoff jeans and a top. We went out to her potting shed behind the garage. She had three dozen plants she’d bought at a nursery which she wanted repotted. She had me remove the cutoffs and top and do it naked. I don’t know why but even after all the sex with Melissa being naked in her potting shed turned me on. Fran told me how much of a whore I smelled like with Melissa’s juices on me. She liked the look, so much so that she slipped her shorts off and pushed me to my knees. I ate her like I hadn’t had sex in a month. I even begged her to piss on me.
We came in and I showered. She said tomorrow would be the last day this week and I should be there by 10:30. I left about 4:45 and got home around 6. I’m tired as hell.
She had me undress and stand with my legs spread, hands clasped behind my back. She came over and lifted my tits, examined my cunt and ass, asked how sore I was, that my cunt was still puffy. I told her I felt it every time I stepped and my ass felt like the dildo was still in me but I’d taken a sit bath this morning and that helped. She told me the position I was in would be exactly how I’d be when our guest arrived.
She had me take my toy bag to the guest room, remove all the items and place them on the bureau so they were clearly available. I placed the gift there too. She sent me to the kitchen and I poured brandy for both of us.
We were in the living room sipping brandy when a car pulled up in front of her house. She said … looks like my new girl friend has arrived and told me to assume my position. Part of Fran’s living room has two chairs slightly facing each other separated by a small table. I was standing off to the right of Fran’s chair facing the other chair. She pulled a scarf from her pocket and blindfolded me. I protested but she told me to shut up.
Fran did a ‘what the fuck’, opened the door and apparently stepped outside. I remained standing but sensed there was some kind of confusion. In a few minutes Fran came in and I heard someone giggling. They sat down. Fran said she’d like for me to meet Melissa. Her friend was the one who checked in the stuff at goodwill and told her about me. I was trembling. Fran asked her if she wanted wine or bandy or something else. I could feel this girls eyes on me. Melissa said brandy would be great and Fran got her one then suggested they have a nice talk. I was embarrassed because I was standing naked in front of someone I’d never met nor could I see since I was blindfolded.
From the conversation I gathered that the girl, who Melissa referred to as Betty, told her about me. Betty backed out but Melissa was all for finding out what this was about. I heard Fran ask her if she thought I was someone she’d enjoy messing with. She laughed and said yes she was so damn curious and after hearing Betty’s description of me. Melissa said she was 31, had sex with lots of people including women.
Fran told me to unclasp my hands behind me and put them on my labia and pull my cunt lips apart. She started telling Melissa about me. In general that I was initially trained by a white girl and since then, a black woman who is her friend and several other black women. I used to feel above black women, but in 18 months I’d been trained to think differently. I came to realize my submissiveness and to think of myself as a slut and started seeing people, mostly black women. I had been broken to understand I was inferior to all black women and about 60 had used me in different ways. I’d been fucked every way imaginable and sucked black ass and pussy and been used as a toilet. I was a masochist and thrived on pain and serving. I’d been tied up, beaten and exposed in public some. She laid it all out. I was freaking.
Then she told me to take two steps toward Melissa and spread my cunt wider. I took two steps then she said take one more. I did so trembling. Fran got up and came back and tied my hands behind me.
Fran continued, telling Melissa about whipping my pussy yesterday and making me get sandwiches at the deli. She said I rarely wear clothes and almost never wear panties. That it’s been clear I sometimes stay naked for hours if not days at a time and for the next two hours Melissa had complete authority to use me in anyway she wanted. Fran’s only stipulation was she might want to watch and also that I could not be permanently harmed. She went on to say it was possible for Melissa to have me again if things worked out. She continued that there probably weren’t 100 women like me in the city.
I could hear Melissa laughing. She said this is so different because at the store she has to put up with a lot of bull from white women who think as customers they own the place.
Melissa was itching to begin. Fran said there we’d use the guest bedroom and she’d find everything she needed. If she wanted to toilet me there was a bathroom in the hall.
She removed the blindfold. For the first time I got a look at Melissa. She was beaming ear to ear. Her hair was in a frizzy afro with blonde highlights. Fran was about to burst with laughter and said well she all yours, enjoy her. Melissa got up and I saw she was taller than me. Probably 5’10 and about 170-180 with full breasts and big hips and a thick waist. She walked to me. Fran said do her a favor and slap me a few times. Melissa hauled back and slapped the daylights out of me.
Fran led us to the bedroom then disappeared somewhere in the house leaving Melissa and I alone in the room. She slapped me again, punched me in to tummy and shoved me back on the bed. She began to tell me how she despised white bitches; I lay there quivering gasping for breath. She undressed and I looked at her body. She had huge saggy tits, stretch marks and a hairy pussy which looked like a thicket. She started biting my nipples and clawing me like she was toying with some inanimate object. I told her she didn’t have to be so rough I’d cooperate. She said fuck you bitch. She slapped me again, scooted her hairy pussy over my face and told me she wanted some good cumms. I started licking her and she kept grinding down on me. All at once she yelled oh Gawd and cummed and squirted all over me. I nearly choked. She moved back and lowered her massive tits and I started sucking them. She kept calling me a bitch. I was scared. I told her I’ll do anything. She slapped me and said damn right. She said does white bitch want to eat me again, I nodded. She stuck her pussy back over my face and I sucked her to another cumm. She said so you suck ass, bitch. I nodded. She turned and forced her ass down on me. Her ass had abundant swirls of kinky hair around her hole and she smelled. I gagged and began sucking. She rocked off another one. I was gasping for breath.
She got up and looked at the toys on the dresser, got clamps and attached them on my nipples and pulled the little chain connecting them I yelled, screamed which brought Fran to the door. She saw what was happening and shut the door, leaving me with this wild woman. Melissa slapped me again and shouted bitch, bitch several times. She pulled the chain tormenting the hell out of me, slapped me pulled my hair and raked me with her nails. I though I’d die. The whole time I’m thinking where do they find these types.
Finally she calmed down. She rammed fingers into me and frigged me for a while then got my rabbit and fucked my cunt. She never untied my hands but fucked me with the strappy, the rabbit and her fingers repeatedly. The bed was a mess, covers half off the bed on the floor, and me about the same way. At one point my head and shoulders were on the floor, waist and legs still on the bed and Melissa ramming my cunt with something. It was torrid. She dragged me by the hair to the bathroom, sat me on the toilet, pinched my cheeks until my mouth opened and pissed on my face. All the while she was how good it was to see a white bitch drinking her piss.
She shoved my face back into her pussy. Fran stood watching and suggested she untie my hands and have me separate her ass cheeks and do a good as licking. Melissa laughed and said she liked me tied. She reached back, stuck her butt back and pulled her cheeks apart. I knelt behind her and sucked her ass again. She frigged herself and turned her pussy to me and squirted on me again. I was drenched.
She finally said she had to go and I thought, thank Gawd. However I thanked her for using me and gave her the perfume. I’m not sure but I think she had six cumms. Fran said she would discuss the possibility of me seeing her again and in the meantime to tell all her friends.
After she left Fran stood in the bathroom door looking down at me. She said she’d never completely understood me but now she had a much clearer picture of how much of a whore I was. That made me feel like shit but I think I understood her point. She untied me and told me to clean the bathroom, then change the sheets on the guest bed and use carpet cleaner on the carpets in there too. I spend well over an hour cleaning up Melissa’s wild mess but I knew how important a pristine house is to Fran.
After we ate a late lunch, Fran had me put on old cutoff jeans and a top. We went out to her potting shed behind the garage. She had three dozen plants she’d bought at a nursery which she wanted repotted. She had me remove the cutoffs and top and do it naked. I don’t know why but even after all the sex with Melissa being naked in her potting shed turned me on. Fran told me how much of a whore I smelled like with Melissa’s juices on me. She liked the look, so much so that she slipped her shorts off and pushed me to my knees. I ate her like I hadn’t had sex in a month. I even begged her to piss on me.
We came in and I showered. She said tomorrow would be the last day this week and I should be there by 10:30. I left about 4:45 and got home around 6. I’m tired as hell.
May 19, 2009: Tuesday Errands
I got to Fran’s shortly after 10. She was radiant in black designer jeans and a top. I stripped, knelt and presented myself to her, thanking her for the opportunity to serve her.
She saw my pussy and asked why it appeared so inflamed, I told her about the conversation with Jody this morning and having to beat my pussy about 30 times. She shook her head and asked me if that’s what I call a well beaten pussy? I said Maam it’s not up to me to say it is or not. She slapped the daylights out of me and said answer her directly. I said no Maam this not a well beaten pussy. She said I don’t have a pussy, I have a cunt. Say it. So I said no Maam that’s not a well beaten cunt.She had me clear things off the coffee table then sit on the table, my arms behind me slightly, knees bent and my feet on the table top, then had me thrust my hips upward. I was braced on my arms, knees wider than my hips and my feet spread. I was straining. My buttocks were about 12 inches off the top of the table. She said now ask me to beat your cunt properly. I immediately knew I was compromised and asked for her to beat me. She went upstairs, returned with a flogger and stood in front of me. She looked into my eyes and hit my cunt. I yelled. She told me to remain quiet, keep my hips up, don’t let them sink down. I nodded. I could see my cunt wide open almost as if it were inviting her to hit it. She hit me again sending ripples of pain through my cunt. She kept going until I’d counted off 10. She told me to lower my hips and rest for a minute that 10 more would follow. I took advantage of the short break and collected my wits. I hadn’t expected this. She told me to raise my hips again and present my cunt. I thrust upward, widened my knees and waited and took another 10 lashes until I thought I’d collapse. My cunt was aching, imflammed and throbbing. She told me to lower my hips and thank her. She told me that should teach me to flail my cunt without mercy when Jody asked.
She directed me upstairs to start getting her closet back together. I headed to the stairs. She followed me, hitting my ass constantly. I immediately went to work returning her clothing, shoes and such to her closet. She stood there with the flogger in hand, arms folded across her breasts, watching me. Then she told me to stop, go to the basement and get an empty box because certain things were going to a charity store. I headed for the basement to bring up an empty box. As I passed her she swatted my hips with the flogger, telling me to be quick about it. I came back as fast as possible. When I’d pick something off the bed, she’d tell me to put in the box or the closet. I was constantly saying yes Maam and doing it. When that box was filled she sent down for another one. My cunt was throbbing.
By 12:30 I was finished. She told me to carry the two boxes downstairs and put them by the back door then return. When I came back up to her bedroom she was standing there with several coils of rope in her hand. She had me stand with my feet wide apart, hands on top of my head. She ran a rope around my waist four times then back and forth through my cunt and anal slit several times making what she called a pussy harness. She pulled it tight and tied it in front. My already aching cunt was in agony. She reached into the box and got a green skirt and told me to put it on. I did. She took scissors and cut the hem off until it was about mid thigh, then took an old blouse out of the box, threw it at me and said put it on. She told me we’re going to the Goodwill store, get my heels on. It was clearly evident I had no bra on and walking was awkward since every step caused the rope to cut into me. I took the boxes to the garage and put those in the trunk of her silver Mercedes where the other boxes were.
I sat in the front seat and thought what a dichotomy; she in black designer jeans and top, me in a ripped skirt and blouse. She drove to Goodwill. The whole way she described me as someone who might spend the rest of my days serving black women and being destined to be objectified and humiliated. Katrina told her I was close to making a lifestyle change perhaps as a slut to women of color. I nodded. When we got to Goodwill, she parked in the drive under the portico where people unload things. I had to get out of the car, take the boxes one at a time to a black woman checking in donations. There were a couple of other white women here, too. The looks I was getting made me want to crawl into a hole. Finally when it came my turn for the black woman to check my boxes in, Fran got out of the car and came over. She told the woman what fine job Goodwill was doing, and then out of the blue she asked if she, the black woman checking things in, knew anybody who could use a white slut, pointing to me. If so, to call her this week and she’d donate $100.00 to Goodwill. I was mortified. The black woman was speechless but kept eyeing me. Fran wrote her number on a slip of paper and gave it to her.
We got back in the car. Fran laughed and wondered what that gal would have done if she’d seen my roped cunt. She suggested we get something to eat and drove to a deli which she said was run by a black family. She wanted a turkey sandwich and iced tea. I could get what I wanted. She gave me $20.00, said go get it, she’d wait in the car. I went in waited, ordered, paid and waited for the order. People stared at me constantly. With shaking hands I got the order and walked toward the door. I heard someone say ‘ho’. I shivered and headed back to the car.
Fran was laughing about how easy it was to humiliate me and being passed around was such a natural fate for me. She thought maybe she’d sponsor a charity auction at a black social club and auction me off. She was sure I’d be passed around to a half dozen women over a weekend. She knew Katrina would approve. I couldn’t stop shaking.
She was completely in control of my mind. Even when we got back to the house I was trembling so badly I could barely eat. She asked how my cunt was feeling. I let her know I was raw. She let me undress, and take the rope off. We went upstairs to her bedroom. She said she was so horny from watching me be humiliated she was about to explode. I undressed her then I lay on her bed face up. She crawled up and slid her pussy over my face and I began eating her. She kept riding me, called me fuck face and went on until she orgasmed three times. Then she turned and offered me her ass. This is not her thing, she isn’t big on anal attention but she was absolutely in heat, I knew it. I began tonguing her rose. She told me how good it felt and to stiffen my tongue and get it in there. I probed her. She rocked on my tongue, had me reach around her and play with her tits and kept using my face and tongue. She had a 4th orgasm then slipped off me.She said my cunt looked like it needed attention, to reach into her bedside table and get her strappy. I did and strapped it around her. She rammed it into my mouth and face fucked me. She said we’re going to go around the world and use all my holes. I grunted and kept taking her girl cock in my mouth. She pushed me off balance and snapped at me to get on all 4’s. She got behind me and said lets treat that sore cunt to some fucking. She slid into me easily and began fucking me, calling me the biggest piece of fuck meat she’d ever known, black or white. She fucked me through two cumms, then withdrew and lubed my ass with Vaseline. She shoved in me a little, let me adjust and kept working the dildo up me little by little. She paused, and then started fucking my ass in earnest. My hands were grabbing the sheets and holding on for dear life, my face in the sheets screaming and moaning. She reached under me and manipulated my clit and I came again. She didn’t stop, just kept fucking me. Then told me to turn around and suck the dildo.
She directed me to the bathroom and barked at me to get in the tub face up, that a whore like me probably knew what as coming. I followed her orders and lay there. She began pissing, told me to release my piss and frig my nasty cunt off. Soaked in her piss from my hair to mid thigh, I I rubbed my swollen clit to another cumm.
I lay there totally exhausted, consumed, yet relieved. It was the strongest most powerful way she has ever taken me. Ever! She told me it was apparent she wouldn’t get much more work out of me today so I might as well shower and make myself presentable. I thanked her, showered and came out. When I did, she was on her bed talking on the phone. She pointed the phone, put her hand over the mouthpiece, whispered to me that it was the woman from Goodwill and she was going to have her fuck me tomorrow morning. I moaned oh Gawd. They continued talking and hung up. Fran said it pays to advertise and laughed. She said she’d originally planned for me to do some yard work tomorrow but that could be delayed by a couple of hours and this was a great way to begin our day. Besides she would like to see me fuck a strange black gal. She said the gal would be here around 11:00 and I should be here around 10:30. She asked me how I feel knowing I was being lent out for a $100 donation to goodwill. I'm to bring this person a small gift, perhaps perfume was always nice.I dressed and left there around 4:30.
On the way home I stopped at a department store and bought perfume, Vera Wang Rock Princess. I also picked up a Nina Ricci fragrance for Fran. When I was in her bedroom that’s what she wears and she’s almost out. I hope that’s appropriate.
She saw my pussy and asked why it appeared so inflamed, I told her about the conversation with Jody this morning and having to beat my pussy about 30 times. She shook her head and asked me if that’s what I call a well beaten pussy? I said Maam it’s not up to me to say it is or not. She slapped the daylights out of me and said answer her directly. I said no Maam this not a well beaten pussy. She said I don’t have a pussy, I have a cunt. Say it. So I said no Maam that’s not a well beaten cunt.She had me clear things off the coffee table then sit on the table, my arms behind me slightly, knees bent and my feet on the table top, then had me thrust my hips upward. I was braced on my arms, knees wider than my hips and my feet spread. I was straining. My buttocks were about 12 inches off the top of the table. She said now ask me to beat your cunt properly. I immediately knew I was compromised and asked for her to beat me. She went upstairs, returned with a flogger and stood in front of me. She looked into my eyes and hit my cunt. I yelled. She told me to remain quiet, keep my hips up, don’t let them sink down. I nodded. I could see my cunt wide open almost as if it were inviting her to hit it. She hit me again sending ripples of pain through my cunt. She kept going until I’d counted off 10. She told me to lower my hips and rest for a minute that 10 more would follow. I took advantage of the short break and collected my wits. I hadn’t expected this. She told me to raise my hips again and present my cunt. I thrust upward, widened my knees and waited and took another 10 lashes until I thought I’d collapse. My cunt was aching, imflammed and throbbing. She told me to lower my hips and thank her. She told me that should teach me to flail my cunt without mercy when Jody asked.
She directed me upstairs to start getting her closet back together. I headed to the stairs. She followed me, hitting my ass constantly. I immediately went to work returning her clothing, shoes and such to her closet. She stood there with the flogger in hand, arms folded across her breasts, watching me. Then she told me to stop, go to the basement and get an empty box because certain things were going to a charity store. I headed for the basement to bring up an empty box. As I passed her she swatted my hips with the flogger, telling me to be quick about it. I came back as fast as possible. When I’d pick something off the bed, she’d tell me to put in the box or the closet. I was constantly saying yes Maam and doing it. When that box was filled she sent down for another one. My cunt was throbbing.
By 12:30 I was finished. She told me to carry the two boxes downstairs and put them by the back door then return. When I came back up to her bedroom she was standing there with several coils of rope in her hand. She had me stand with my feet wide apart, hands on top of my head. She ran a rope around my waist four times then back and forth through my cunt and anal slit several times making what she called a pussy harness. She pulled it tight and tied it in front. My already aching cunt was in agony. She reached into the box and got a green skirt and told me to put it on. I did. She took scissors and cut the hem off until it was about mid thigh, then took an old blouse out of the box, threw it at me and said put it on. She told me we’re going to the Goodwill store, get my heels on. It was clearly evident I had no bra on and walking was awkward since every step caused the rope to cut into me. I took the boxes to the garage and put those in the trunk of her silver Mercedes where the other boxes were.
I sat in the front seat and thought what a dichotomy; she in black designer jeans and top, me in a ripped skirt and blouse. She drove to Goodwill. The whole way she described me as someone who might spend the rest of my days serving black women and being destined to be objectified and humiliated. Katrina told her I was close to making a lifestyle change perhaps as a slut to women of color. I nodded. When we got to Goodwill, she parked in the drive under the portico where people unload things. I had to get out of the car, take the boxes one at a time to a black woman checking in donations. There were a couple of other white women here, too. The looks I was getting made me want to crawl into a hole. Finally when it came my turn for the black woman to check my boxes in, Fran got out of the car and came over. She told the woman what fine job Goodwill was doing, and then out of the blue she asked if she, the black woman checking things in, knew anybody who could use a white slut, pointing to me. If so, to call her this week and she’d donate $100.00 to Goodwill. I was mortified. The black woman was speechless but kept eyeing me. Fran wrote her number on a slip of paper and gave it to her.
We got back in the car. Fran laughed and wondered what that gal would have done if she’d seen my roped cunt. She suggested we get something to eat and drove to a deli which she said was run by a black family. She wanted a turkey sandwich and iced tea. I could get what I wanted. She gave me $20.00, said go get it, she’d wait in the car. I went in waited, ordered, paid and waited for the order. People stared at me constantly. With shaking hands I got the order and walked toward the door. I heard someone say ‘ho’. I shivered and headed back to the car.
Fran was laughing about how easy it was to humiliate me and being passed around was such a natural fate for me. She thought maybe she’d sponsor a charity auction at a black social club and auction me off. She was sure I’d be passed around to a half dozen women over a weekend. She knew Katrina would approve. I couldn’t stop shaking.
She was completely in control of my mind. Even when we got back to the house I was trembling so badly I could barely eat. She asked how my cunt was feeling. I let her know I was raw. She let me undress, and take the rope off. We went upstairs to her bedroom. She said she was so horny from watching me be humiliated she was about to explode. I undressed her then I lay on her bed face up. She crawled up and slid her pussy over my face and I began eating her. She kept riding me, called me fuck face and went on until she orgasmed three times. Then she turned and offered me her ass. This is not her thing, she isn’t big on anal attention but she was absolutely in heat, I knew it. I began tonguing her rose. She told me how good it felt and to stiffen my tongue and get it in there. I probed her. She rocked on my tongue, had me reach around her and play with her tits and kept using my face and tongue. She had a 4th orgasm then slipped off me.She said my cunt looked like it needed attention, to reach into her bedside table and get her strappy. I did and strapped it around her. She rammed it into my mouth and face fucked me. She said we’re going to go around the world and use all my holes. I grunted and kept taking her girl cock in my mouth. She pushed me off balance and snapped at me to get on all 4’s. She got behind me and said lets treat that sore cunt to some fucking. She slid into me easily and began fucking me, calling me the biggest piece of fuck meat she’d ever known, black or white. She fucked me through two cumms, then withdrew and lubed my ass with Vaseline. She shoved in me a little, let me adjust and kept working the dildo up me little by little. She paused, and then started fucking my ass in earnest. My hands were grabbing the sheets and holding on for dear life, my face in the sheets screaming and moaning. She reached under me and manipulated my clit and I came again. She didn’t stop, just kept fucking me. Then told me to turn around and suck the dildo.
She directed me to the bathroom and barked at me to get in the tub face up, that a whore like me probably knew what as coming. I followed her orders and lay there. She began pissing, told me to release my piss and frig my nasty cunt off. Soaked in her piss from my hair to mid thigh, I I rubbed my swollen clit to another cumm.
I lay there totally exhausted, consumed, yet relieved. It was the strongest most powerful way she has ever taken me. Ever! She told me it was apparent she wouldn’t get much more work out of me today so I might as well shower and make myself presentable. I thanked her, showered and came out. When I did, she was on her bed talking on the phone. She pointed the phone, put her hand over the mouthpiece, whispered to me that it was the woman from Goodwill and she was going to have her fuck me tomorrow morning. I moaned oh Gawd. They continued talking and hung up. Fran said it pays to advertise and laughed. She said she’d originally planned for me to do some yard work tomorrow but that could be delayed by a couple of hours and this was a great way to begin our day. Besides she would like to see me fuck a strange black gal. She said the gal would be here around 11:00 and I should be here around 10:30. She asked me how I feel knowing I was being lent out for a $100 donation to goodwill. I'm to bring this person a small gift, perhaps perfume was always nice.I dressed and left there around 4:30.
On the way home I stopped at a department store and bought perfume, Vera Wang Rock Princess. I also picked up a Nina Ricci fragrance for Fran. When I was in her bedroom that’s what she wears and she’s almost out. I hope that’s appropriate.
May 18 2009: Monday at Fran's
Katrina and Fran reached an agreement several days ago that stipulated Fran to have control of me for several days and assist her in several ways. On Monday morning Katrina suggested I call Fran speak with her directly before I go down.
Fran told me to assemble several items of clothing ranging from old cut offs and cropped tops for grunt work to lingerie hose and heels, even a nice dress. She wanted everything there as her moods changed. Of course my toy bag was included.
I got there around 10:15. As usual she was immaculately dressed. One would have thought she was on her way out. I entered, and knelt in front of her then she allowed me to kiss her feet. She lectured me on my servitude this week and commented on how this had been discussed between her and Katrina for a few weeks.
I set my things in the downstairs bedroom then we went upstairs. I’d never been in her upstairs before. Its nice, her bedroom and bath plus two small bedrooms and a hall bath. She wanted her bedroom closet painted. That would require removing all items, the painting itself and returning things orderly tomorrow. I’d also polish her silver for a luncheon later in the week. I told her I was there to assist her and serve in anyway.
Mentally I readjusted my thinking, temporarily setting aside the intensity of last week with Mavis.
Even though I brought the variety of clothing as requested, she gave me an old smock to wear while painting. Under that, I was nude. I removed things from her closet, carefully arranging them on the bed in the adjoining upstairs bedroom and began washing walls, then painting. She checked on my progress frequently but made no mention of sex. By mid afternoon I finished the painting and went downstairs where she was working on her computer in the kitchen. She came upstairs, inspected my painting and was satisfied. She allowed me a break and a late lunch.
I then went to her dining room where she laid out her silver and listened to her explicit instructions. She told me this was a task I could do naked so I stripped. I stood at her buffet table and polished an eight place setting of silver plus several serving pieces. She sat in the living room reading a book. From her position, she had a clear view of my ass.
I truly felt like domestic help serving the lady of the house. I gazed out her dining room window into her side yard wondering in anyone was able to see me. I figured it wasn’t like Fran to compromise her own position in the neighborhood.
When I finished the sliver, Fran told me to there were three boxes that needed to be brought up from the basement and put in the trunk of her car. I did a double take. I didn’t know she had a basement, but there is a door off the mud room next to the back door that leads to a basement. I found the boxes easily enough but took a moment to assess her basement. Like everything else in her house it’s pristine. I brought the boxes up, put on a coat and carried them to her car parked in the garage.
I came back in and stood naked, asking what I could do next. She had me follow her into the small bedroom off the downstairs hall, the same on she and her friends at the bridge party used me last month. She had me remove her clothes then kneel. She slapped my face repeatedly, called me her bitch then pulled my face into her sex. I wrapped my arms around her hips and kissed it. We moved to the bed, her on her back and me between her legs. I sucked on her nipples then back down to her pussy, pressed my fingers against her rose and kept on until she had an orgasm. I cleaned her until she was content. She told me I would not be allowed to cumm today, that I was permitted to dress and leave for the day. Tomorrow she wants me there about the same time.
On the way home today I listened to a missed call on my cell from Lachandra letting me know my slut clothes were ready. I called her back and said it’d be this Friday or next week before I could get them.
This wasn’t quite the mental event which characterized my days with Mavis last week. However Fran enjoyed having me at her beck and call and if that pleases her then I know its time well spent. I hope you all think so, too.
Fran told me to assemble several items of clothing ranging from old cut offs and cropped tops for grunt work to lingerie hose and heels, even a nice dress. She wanted everything there as her moods changed. Of course my toy bag was included.
I got there around 10:15. As usual she was immaculately dressed. One would have thought she was on her way out. I entered, and knelt in front of her then she allowed me to kiss her feet. She lectured me on my servitude this week and commented on how this had been discussed between her and Katrina for a few weeks.
I set my things in the downstairs bedroom then we went upstairs. I’d never been in her upstairs before. Its nice, her bedroom and bath plus two small bedrooms and a hall bath. She wanted her bedroom closet painted. That would require removing all items, the painting itself and returning things orderly tomorrow. I’d also polish her silver for a luncheon later in the week. I told her I was there to assist her and serve in anyway.
Mentally I readjusted my thinking, temporarily setting aside the intensity of last week with Mavis.
Even though I brought the variety of clothing as requested, she gave me an old smock to wear while painting. Under that, I was nude. I removed things from her closet, carefully arranging them on the bed in the adjoining upstairs bedroom and began washing walls, then painting. She checked on my progress frequently but made no mention of sex. By mid afternoon I finished the painting and went downstairs where she was working on her computer in the kitchen. She came upstairs, inspected my painting and was satisfied. She allowed me a break and a late lunch.
I then went to her dining room where she laid out her silver and listened to her explicit instructions. She told me this was a task I could do naked so I stripped. I stood at her buffet table and polished an eight place setting of silver plus several serving pieces. She sat in the living room reading a book. From her position, she had a clear view of my ass.
I truly felt like domestic help serving the lady of the house. I gazed out her dining room window into her side yard wondering in anyone was able to see me. I figured it wasn’t like Fran to compromise her own position in the neighborhood.
When I finished the sliver, Fran told me to there were three boxes that needed to be brought up from the basement and put in the trunk of her car. I did a double take. I didn’t know she had a basement, but there is a door off the mud room next to the back door that leads to a basement. I found the boxes easily enough but took a moment to assess her basement. Like everything else in her house it’s pristine. I brought the boxes up, put on a coat and carried them to her car parked in the garage.
I came back in and stood naked, asking what I could do next. She had me follow her into the small bedroom off the downstairs hall, the same on she and her friends at the bridge party used me last month. She had me remove her clothes then kneel. She slapped my face repeatedly, called me her bitch then pulled my face into her sex. I wrapped my arms around her hips and kissed it. We moved to the bed, her on her back and me between her legs. I sucked on her nipples then back down to her pussy, pressed my fingers against her rose and kept on until she had an orgasm. I cleaned her until she was content. She told me I would not be allowed to cumm today, that I was permitted to dress and leave for the day. Tomorrow she wants me there about the same time.
On the way home today I listened to a missed call on my cell from Lachandra letting me know my slut clothes were ready. I called her back and said it’d be this Friday or next week before I could get them.
This wasn’t quite the mental event which characterized my days with Mavis last week. However Fran enjoyed having me at her beck and call and if that pleases her then I know its time well spent. I hope you all think so, too.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
May 15, 2009: Mavis on Friday
I left in plenty of time to be there by 10, wore a denim skirt, blouse, took a bra and panties in my purse just in case. I parked in her garage this time as she requested. I didn’t question why, I just did it. At her back door I stripped and entered naked.
She was in the kitchen but didn’t acknowledge me. I went straight to the basement with my toy bag and knelt by the cage. I noticed the meat loaf pan was already in there but the water bottle was missing.
She yelled down that the cuffs were on a box and to cuff myself, hands behind me, get in the cage and shut the door, that she’d lock it when she came down. I immediately did it.
I waited quite some time. My thoughts were crazy. What was wrong with me. Why am I doing this. In a matter of days I've subjugated myself to this woman.
Since the light was on I noticed there was cardboard blocking the daylight over that small window.
She came down with the water bottle and slid it into the holder. Again it was filled with amber liquid. She bent down, checked the security of my cuffs then shut the cage door again and locked it. She pulled up a chair and stared at me. She told me this may be quite an ordeal for me today; was I prepared to endure eight hours in the cage? I said yes Ma'am but inside of me I wasn't so sure. She said eight hours is a long time; we’ll see how I do.
She stood, pulled her house coat open and pissed over me. She asked how my ass was from the plug yesterday, I told her it was sensitive but okay. She said she’d spare me the plug all day but I would wear one when she felt I needed it.
She went upstairs, turned off the light and shut the door. Her piss cooled on me and became sticky. I sat quietly in total darkness and settled into what I can only call a mantra of ‘I am a slave, I am here of my own free will.’ I processed that then focused on this was 4 days out of 5 I’d served her. I thought of other incidents, times when I’d gone to or been at a specific location for multiple days … Lisa’s last spring for 3-4 days in a row, Chanel’s for 2 days last summer, Alanna’s on two occasions for 2 and 3 days. Each time I was used by multiple people and humiliated in various ways but those times were so different than this.
With Mavis I voluntarily gave up my freedom to be confined, and knowing right now she is basically ignoring me except for being her toilet. I’m her toy in a way. Hers. I tried to get the pan under me and succeeded in getting most of my piss in it, though I really don’t know why, I was so covered with hers. I think I did it as something to occupy my mind.
Someone came over; I heard conversation, then silence.
I smelled something cooking which made my mouth water. I heard kitchen noises, plates clanking. Her phone rang. I sat in my darkness and didn’t bother trying to figure out what was happening. In a way I chalked that up as a victory for Mavis.
She came down again; this time with a bowl of something that smelled yummy. She didn’t say anything but unlocked the cage and set the bowl on the floor. She pointed to the bowl and said if I’m hungry I can eat it now but there may be consequences later. Did I want to eat? The smell was driving me wild. I wanted to know the consequence but since she hadn’t told me I was afraid to ask. I struggled out and knee walked to the bowl. The smell was marvelous and I lowered my face to the bowl. Eating this way is difficult but I didn’t complain. It was chicken and dumplings and lord was it good. I thanked her.
She sat in the chair stroking the cat which had perched in her lap.
When I finished, she bent over the chair, raised her skirt and said come get my desert, pointing to her ass. I knee walked over to her and wiggled my face in between her sumptuous ass cheeks and went straight for her rose. She lowered slightly so I could get at her more easily and I absolutely feasted on her ass. I was lost in heaven. After days of such limited physical contact with her, this was nirvana. She whispered that I was hungry for more than food wasn’t I; I muttered a yes into her ass and kept licking her. She rubbed herself and eventually brought herself off.
She opened the cage and told me to wiggle out. Then to stand and stretch. I was frustrated; I wanted more of her but I obeyed. I stood and did back bends, rolled my shoulders, stretched my legs, things like that. When she thought I’d done enough she checked the cuffs around my wrists, determined I was okay and then gestured to the cage.
I crawled back inside.
She locked the door and pissed over me again, wiped herself with toilet paper she had in her pocket and tossed it in my cage. She told me eventually I might be able to stay in the cage without my hands cuffed but she knew I’d play with my filthy cunt. She commented she hasn’t even begun orgasm training yet and right now this is the only way. She went back upstairs and turned off the light, closed the door.
I sucked on my water bottle letting the taste mingle with the acrid taste of her ass resonating in my mouth. I wasn’t complaining.
I heard her upstairs for a while then silence. I wondered about the consequences she mentioned. I didn’t dwell on it because there is no logical way for me to figure her out. With a tummy full of food I settled into as comfortable position as I could find, leaning against a corner of the cage. Her phone rang. Rain started to fall outside. It was peaceful and I actually dozed off.
The sound of noises upstairs woke me. I have absolutely no idea how long I dozed. I listened. I swore I heard a loud voice saying ‘hi Aunt Mavis’. I heard multiple footsteps above me and children’s voices and running footsteps like kids scampering around. I froze. My first thought was Daphne and her kids came for a visit or some other relative. Then I thought neighborhood kids maybe, the kind that would call an outwardly sweet woman like Mavis ‘aunt’ without really being related. Regardless, I was listening intently. I heard a child’s voice say ‘I want to go play in the basement.’ My heart skipped a beat. I clearly heard Mavis tell whoever no, not today. I heard the child insisting and Mavis saying in a very loud voice … because I have a mess down there and you can’t. I drew in a deep breath and shuddered. Footsteps went in a dozen different directions. I heard a toilet flushing and the gurgling sound of the waste water coming down pipes on the side wall of the basement. I just sat there praying she could maintain the kids in control. The commotion continued forever. Finally I heard voices yelling goodbye, a door shut and there was silence.
Mavis came down, again the cat following her. She had a smirk on her face and settled in the chair. My mouth was open and I wanted to say something but she read my mind and chuckled. She told me it was Daphne and her two girls. I sighed. She continued on ... that she knew they were coming over today and that’s why she wanted my car in the garage, not the street like yesterday. As a precaution, she’d brought my clothes in from the back steps and tucked them away in a drawer. I thanked her. I politely said may I ask a question. She told me I could ask and she’d answer if she felt like it. I asked if Daphne knew that I was here. She said no and she will not know nor will Vanessa or anybody in the family know about this week unless she feels it’s important.
She wanted to know about the cage I had at home, how I’ve used it, how long I’d stayed in it and such. I gave her straight answers, about you, Kammy, back in October of 2007 guiding me into the practice. I told her about the ice cups, etc. she wanted more detail; I gave her everything. She asked if I’d been in one this long in another person’s house. I said no. She seemed to like that. She said it’s unfortunate in a way I have to remain cuffed all day but she was serious about not wanting me to play with myself. She figured I’d be frigging off all day. I told her that was true, and I had a burning desire to frig off every day I’d been here. She said we’ll need another solution.
She asked me if I’d every worn a chastity device of any kind. I said no Maam. She wasn’t surprised since my cunt was a raging inferno but it might be advisable for me to have one. I sighed. For the near future being restrained was the only option. The downside of a chastity device she said was that she enjoys looking at my pussy.
She mentioned something about the cage training me mentally more so than physically. If I were to be here on a long term basis, other things might be added to replace the cage.
She didn’t say any more,, simply got up, lifted her skirt and had me open my mouth. She pissed on me, mostly on my face and hair. She muttered there were a couple hours more and she was enjoying our extended time together.
She went back upstairs and again I was alone. I had scary thought about the chastity belt conversation.
Mostly I thought about this being the third day in a row I’d been caged in her basement. Not just being caged but being isolated and darkness. I knew it was a way to cause me to think deeply about myself. I also reflected on the last two days of being used as her toilet. Most people would have thought this totally insane or gross. But within me, combining all that began to have a strange effect, especially when you’re naked, handcuffed and sitting in piss. It was a way to take a full accounting of myself. Mentally I put all the factors together … naked, cuffed, sticky mistress piss drying on me, her ass taste still in my mouth, sitting in piss, the piss smell, darkness, caged, isolated….I threw all the factors and began to categorize things.
She came back down, gave me a look and unlocked the cage. She said my duty was to make her cumm before I was freed. I crawled out and she positioned me on my back, hands cuffed under me. She raised her skirt and straddled my face, pressing her pussy against my face. She was facing my pussy. I began licking eating her. She told me to spread my legs apart and exposed my filthy cunt. I did it. She started beating my cunt with something, I yelled into her. I couldn’t see what she was using since her skirt covered my face. But I felt it hitting my cunt over and over. I kept yelling and eating her. Things became absolutely heated... me eating her like crazy and she beating the hell out of my cunt. It went on until she orgasmed. I felt her shuddering and then her fingers pinching my clit and still beating my pussy. I exploded.
We stayed like that for a moment and I could imagine the scene, a white woman’s upper body beneath a black woman’s body hidden by the skirt, and the white woman’s legs apart and being beaten. Somehow it was fitting.
She told me it was time to get cleaned up. She got off me uncuffed me and I thanked her for all she’d done. I cleaned the cage then went upstairs to her bath and showered completely, dried my hair put on a little make up. I dressed, I thanked her again for the week, told her I was committed next week but I hoped I’d see her some the following week. She smiled, told me to get my ass home.
May 14, 2009: Testing the New Cage
I debated for an hour about calling her. Finally I did. We talked, and then I talked with Katrina then back to Mavis. Deep down regardless of her stern rules, I decided to go.
I threw on a gray and white stripped sleeveless dress with a mid thigh hem, white platform sandals and left. I had one errand en route, to stop at the pet store again and pick up an animal water bottle to hang inside the cage. That stop was uneventful except for some stares.
I drove down, this time following her instructions to park in the street, walk up her driveway and enter at the back door. I got there about 10:45. At the back door, I removed the heels and dress and entered naked and knelt.
She said it was clear to her I needed what she gave me yesterday whether I would admit it to myself or not. Without waiting for an answer, she told me to go to the basement and kneel by the cage and wait. I did so, the cat following me down. It hopped up on top of the cage and looked at me like why aren’t you getting inside, bitch. She came down carrying the water bottle and the meat loaf pan, told me to attach the bottle to one corner of the cage and put the pan, my toilet, inside. I noticed the bottle was filled with amber colored liquid. Without saying a word, she cuffed my hands behind me, pushed me to my right side, got behind me and I felt her lube in asshole. She told me to relax; I did and felt her working a plug up me. I sighed. She ignored me and worked it slowly up me until I felt it seat. She slapped my ass which I interpreted as her way of saying, get inside. I struggled in. She locked the door and again placed the keys on the stack of boxes nearby. Before she went back up, she said the bottle was filled with a mixture of her piss, whiskey and water. I shuddered.
She went upstairs, turned off the light and shut the door.
I immediately noticed it was darker than yesterday. The little dirty window was blocked by something. For all intents and purposes the basement was 99% darkness. I shuddered. I sat there, wondering how I’d last and how I’d find the water bottle. My eyes gradually became accustomed to the darkness. I heard her footsteps on the floor above me for a while then nothing. I lay on my right side and sank into deep thoughts again. The cat stayed on top of the cage, purring constantly. Again I wanted to touch my cunt, rub my nipples, anything, but I couldn’t. I reflected on the conversations this morning with both my owners. I thought about the remarks of pleasing myself. Occasionally I’d feel touch the end of the plug with my cuffed hands.
I heard faint noises of plates rattling. I thought she must be in the kitchen fixing her lunch. That thought made me hungry; my cereal and strawberries seemed hours ago. Then there was silence, I lay there quietly absorbed in where I was and what I was doing.
The door opened and the light came on. I heard her coming down and I watched. She still had on the housecoat and walked over to the side of the cage. She motioned her finger at me to come closer; I struggled over, still lying on my left side. She opened her housecoat, moved her panties aside, thrust forward a little and pissed at me. It hit me initially on my tummy and she swayed her hips to point her spray at my tits and face. I opened my mouth and moaned. She dribbled down and wiped herself with a piece of toilet paper from the pocket of her housecoat. Then dropped it thru the top of the cage on top of me, turned and silently walked back up the stairs.
I was freaking. The light went out again and the door shut. She never said a word nor did I. At first I lay there stunned; I didn’t know what to think. I thought of the people who have pissed on me because they wanted to or it was a way to humiliate me. But this was different, I thought omg I am truly her toilet… she came down here to pee, not to see me nor use me, like her only purpose was to go to the bathroom. That got all over me mentally.
I heard her phone ringing; at least I assumed it was hers. I tried to listen but couldn’t hear anything. I gave up and adjusted my position to find the water bottle. I sucked on the end of the little tube, drawing her piss mixture into my mouth. I fathomed it was her way of having me think of her. In the confinement and darkness I became keenly aware of the plug. I wanted an orgasm, vigorously thrusting my hips back and forth but knew there was no way I’d achieve one. I stopped trying.
I don’t know how much time had passed; it’s funny what you think of. I’ve always been so dependent on time and being punctual. I began to realize I’d passed my dependency on time over to her as well. That, my owners, is a sobering thought for me.
Soon I had to piss. I shifted to my knees and got the pan between my legs and pissed. I wasn’t as efficient as yesterday; some hit the pan some went to the floor of the cage. I thought what the heck. I scooted to the drinking bottle and took long sips for her piss whiskey mixture.
She came down again. I watched her. I wanted to say something but didn’t. She pulled her house coat up and slide her panties aside, by now I knew the routine and I came closer to the side where she was. I rolled to my back and opened my mouth. She smiled and released her piss over me, then quietly went back upstairs leaving me alone and in darkness. Again, thoughts of being her toilet rolled through my mind.
She shuffled around upstairs while the pee cooled and left me again in a sticky smelly mess. I heard the phone ring again, then silence. I sank into a melancholy mood. I wanted to touch someone, anyone, even a kiss. I longed for human companionship. I wanted to kiss both of you so damn badly. I wondered if I could endure.
Then I heard voices above me; voices, laughter and footsteps. It went on for a while. I perked up my ears trying to distinguish what was being said. I listened but heard nothing more than a few words. I wondered if it was the same person as yesterday or someone different. The person stayed for quite a while. I sat there quietly thinking I’d pick up on something but I didn’t. Then there were footsteps, a door slamming and silence.
For a long time I heard nothing. I squirmed in the cage. The plug was irritating me but I couldn’t do much about it. From a kneeling position I rubbed my nipples back and forth against my thighs. I don’t know why, it felt good and it was a way to stay focused. Then I lay down on my right side which made things more comfortable.
The light came on and Mavis came down. She walked over to me raised her house coat and I knew what to do. I was on my knees bent way over so I knee walked closer to the edge of the cage where she was. When I looked up I saw her pussy, panties again pulled aside, then felt her piss stream hit me. I instinctively opened my mouth and caught some, the rest flooding over my upper body, trickling down over me.
The third time today! Her piss. I savored it, it was all I had, her piss cooling on me.
She withdrew a rubber dildo from her house coat, shed the garment then her panties and sat in the chair nude. She began working the head of the dildo against her pussy, slowly at first, then more forceful, and then slid it into her. I was on fire. I could only watch. She knew she was driving me crazy. She looked at me and said she bet I’d like to be doing this to her or having her do it to me. I blurted out oh Gawd yes please. She didn’t respond, kept doing the fucking motion while I strained at the cuffs and pressed my piss covered face against the cage. She used it until she brought herself to orgasm, then leaned toward me and stuck it through the cage and right into my mouth. I began to suck it, tasting her pussy and excited to have even this offering from her.
She told me she had an interesting visitor today. Someone she knows well. I listened and continued to suck. She never said any more about the visitor.
Mavis said it’s too bad I’m all locked up and can’t cumm. I moaned and wanted to beg her for contact with her. Finally she said hold it with my teeth and suck. I nodded; she released it and left the chair for a minute, disappearing from my view. She returned with a straw broom and sat down. Holding the broom midway on the handle with the broom part toward her, she thrust the end of the handle through the cage and against my cunt. I moaned. She slid the handle between my labia, not actually penetrating me but sawing between my labia causing enough friction in my slit and against my clit that I felt myself responding. She continued to move the handle between my labia as if I was riding it. I kept pumping my thighs up and down until I moaned. She asked me if I was able to have an orgasm. I moaned louder. She snorted at me and said I was a whore, that the broom gave her ideas. She said, go on whore, and spew your filthy juices on my old broom. I went berserk.
I ground down and she absolutely sensed my every movement … until I exploded.
Another first in my slut repertoire: fuck my a broom handle.
She pulled the dildo out of my mouth and let me breath deeply. She withdrew the broom and repositioned it against my lips. I licked at it then she pulled it out of my reach and set it on the floor.
The cat of all things came purring over and sniffed the handle, then started licking the area that was against my pussy. It licked and purred. Mavis watched it, I did too. She simply smirked and said remember a cat will lick the same spot beyond all human imagination.
She unlocked the cage told me it was close to 4 and Katrina had called. I thanked her, and then did my routine of cleaning the cage pan and dumping the piss out. I turned to her and knelt and thanked her. She said to get my ass out of here before she changed her mind.
I went upstairs, found my clothes on the steps and dressed. Kisses.
May 13, 2009: Delivering the Cage to Mavis
I’ve been extremely restless the last two days from the conversations with Jody and Katrina and their taunting about deeper servitude and slavery. Jody in particular makes it sound as though it’s predetermined that I’ll do this full time. I argue back that I also have a life but she just laughs. This morning she gave me strict orders to call Mavis and offer myself to her today; that there some expectations this sinister alliance of Jody, Tisha and Mavis have agreed upon. Jody terminated our conversation abruptly saying she was late for work and Mavis was expecting my call.
Mavis picked up the phone on the second ring, a sure sign to me that my call was expected. She gave me instructions … to print out certain elements of my blog, bring my toy bag again and buy a pet cage on the way down. She also said she never wanted to see me under her roof with clothes on. Her garage door would be up, her car in the street and I was to park in her garage, take the cage out, and pull the door down, strip, then walk to few steps across her breezeway to her back door with the cage. My time there would be from 11 until 4. We discussed a safe word (mercy) but she would stop what she was doing, ask me some questions, modify her approach if necessary but continue.
I printed what she wanted, showered and followed Jody’s orders of wearing a mini, halter top and heels but no bra or panties. I was nervous; I knew my 5 hours with Mavis would push me.
I was out of the house by 10:00 and drove to a pet store. There weren’t many others in the store, I found the cage, asked a clerk for help, bought it, and had him take it to my car. He was drooling at my attire. I just let him look and hoped he enjoyed his thoughts.
I called Mavis to let her know I was on my way and had the cage. She said it might be wiser not to undress until I was at her back door since I had to bring the cage in, but I would still be required to strip at her back door and leave my clothes on the steps. I arrived just before 11:00. Her garage door was open as promised. I went through the routine she established, slung my toy bag over my shoulder, and dragged boxed cage across the breezeway. I undressed on the back steps leading up to her porch and entered her house nude, dragging the box with me.
She was absolutely stone cold; you’d have thought she was expecting the mail carrier or something. She told me to take the cage to the basement, get it out of the box and assemble it. I struggled with it down the steps. I thought how stupid this was and why I didn’t tell everybody to go the hell and leave. But I couldn’t. Something inside of me was driving me on. There was a tinge of excitement in what I was doing as if I was daring myself to continue. While I was assembling it, she came down carrying an aluminum meat loaf pan and her cat following her. I’d noticed the cat on Monday but it stayed perched on a window sill. This time it was more curious and watched my every move as if it, too, was a part of the activity.
When it was assembled, she had me stand and clasp my hands behind my back. She pulled police type cuffs from her house coat pocket and cuffed my hands behind my back. A chill went through my body and I shuddered at the feeling of cold metal around my wrists. She told me I’d spend my time today down here in her basement. She asked how my cunt was from Mondays beating. I told her a little sore but basically okay. She snorted at me and said she knew I could take more. She slapped my left breast. I tightened my grip on my fingers behind me and exhaled. Then she slapped the right one and went back and forth until I was wincing in pain. She scoffed at me and told me to look at my nipples. I did; they were hard as pebbles. She hit me several more times, slapping the inner and outer sides of each tit then slapping the tender undersides of each. I was gasping. She didn’t crack a smile.
Pointing to the cage, she indicated to crawl inside. Without the use of my hands I found this difficult but struggled inside. She set the meatloaf pan in one corner of the cage, said that’s my toilet, took a padlock from her pocket and snapped it over the hasp. Both keys, hand cuffs and padlock, she placed on a nearby stack of boxes. I sat inside the cage, shuddered, not saying a word.
She coldly said it was 11:30 and I’d spend my entire day down here; get used to it. She also expected 5 hours from me and the time to get the cage inside and assembled didn’t count and 4:30 was the new quitting time. My heart fluttered but I simply said yes Maam. She walked back toward the steps. The cat followed her then went under the steps. I saw its liter box under there. Mavis took one final look at me, she asked where the descriptions of my escapades were that she told me to bring. I said in the side pocket of my toy bag. She went up the steps, flicked off the light and left me in near darkness.
There was a little light streaming through a tiny dirty window at the top of one basement wall. I could see dimly. I sat there thinking I was crazy, this wasn’t quite what I expected but then again, I didn’t know what to expect. My mind went into a frenzy for a moment; the darkness, being caged in a strange place, and on top of that, also being cuffed. I viewed this as three levels of confinement and it bugged me. Also her cold matter of fact attitude bugged me. I would have loved a kiss.
Mentally, I worked through things. Hearing her occasional footsteps on the floor above me helped. I sat there, sometimes thinking, sometimes not. My mind began to focus on my situation of being enslaved and confined in the cage. In a way I’d almost rather have been beaten all day; it would have been easier than sitting here letting my mind wander into channels of frustration. I had no way to know how much time passed, whether it was 10 minutes or an hour. I tried to focus on her. I wondered if I wanted this and yet at the same time I looked down at my naked body, saw my hard nipples, my swollen breasts and my aching cunt which I could not touch. That excited me in a strange way.
My thoughts were distracted by the cat. I hate cats. This one left its perch on the nearby table and wandered over to me, staring at me through the heavy wires of the cage. Then it jumped up on top of the cage and crouched down, licking its paws, flicking its tail around then staring down at me again. I wondered what the cat was thinking. It did those little kitty purring noises like some kind of whirring noise machine. I remember looking up at it thinking … the damn cat has more freedom than I do. That made me want to frig off so bad. Also, I knew there was a faint odor on Monday when she showed me the basement briefly but I didn’t associate it with anything, now I knew where it came from; the cat’s liter box.
Time passed slowly. I would hear her footsteps. Then I’d hear nothing. I wondered what she was doing, for that matter I wondered what you both were doing. Alanna, Susan, Molly, Rhonda, anyone I could call to mind. I had to pee. I struggled from a sitting position to a kneeling position, my head crouched over slightly. I worked the meat loaf pan between my thighs and pissed. Some of it missed the pan. When I finished I fell back against one end of the cage and used my feet to push the pan into one corner of the cage. That disrupted the cat. It jumped off the top of the cage and sniffed the pan through the wire mesh. Then it disappeared behind some boxes.
Now my odor of piss mixed with the other smells of the basement. I continued to sit quietly. I listened for Mavis but didn’t hear her. I wanted to touch my cunt so badly. My thoughts focused on her. I wanted to eat her or for her to beat me. I cringed at my thoughts but I wanted to be acknowledged in some way or the other. I closed my eyes. I couldn’t sleep but dozing calmed my raging fear and for that matter my aching lust. I wondered about how much time had passed; was it an hour, two or mercifully more.
I heard footsteps upstairs. I heard a voice, hers, and then another one. I bolted upright and my heart was beating wildly. The cat leaped up the stairs and meowed. I heard talking, some laughing, more footsteps. I wondered who. Was it Daphne or Vanessa? The talk went on for a while. I couldn’t hear anything clearly, no words, just distorted voices. Then a door shut and there was silence. I figured the other person had left. There were no footsteps. I wondered if Mavis had left. I tried to downplay that thought. Maybe she was out in the yard. The quietness went on for a long time then I hear footsteps again. The basement door opened. Her voice called down ... “you alive down there?” I shouted back, “Yes Ma’am”. The basement door shut.
I settled into shallow breathing. I waited. More time passed. I felt like a prisoner. I had no power; she had everything in her control. I sank into a sort of self deprecation. I drifted back to the cage, the cuffs, the darkness and having no clothes. I wondered if mine were still on the back steps. I eventually dozed off.
The door basement opened and the light came on. I heard footsteps. I came alive as I saw her descend the stairs. I breathed a sign of relief. She wore a light blue dress. I wanted to say something but I didn’t. There were burning questions I wanted to ask, like who was upstairs with you? What time is it? Am I pleasing you? Instead I asked none. She stood by the side of the cage, peering down at me. Without saying a word she raised the hem of the dress showing me her bare pussy. She came closer to the side of the cage, thrust her hips forward and pissed on me. I closed my eyes and felt the excitement of her warm rush of fluid slowly cool to a sticky residue on my skin. I thought of being anointed with shame.
She unlocked the cage and opened the door. She pulled a chair up close to the cage and motioned me out. I struggled out, half crawling half slithering. She pulled up her skirt again and snapped her fingers at me then pointed to her pussy. She was standing and I kissed her pussy. She eased her body into the chair, not saying a word, just opening her legs and pointing. I gazed into her pussy and began licking, smothering her with kisses and licks. I began tonguing her, thankful for any human contact and especially her sex. As I licked her she whispered if I appreciated momma’s pussy more now. I muttered yes Ma’am. I kept attended to her until she slowly built her excitement and became more antimated. I licked; my mouth was all I had and I savored her pussy, found her clit and flicked her until she had a quiet cumm.
After she did, she unlocked my cuffs. She pointed to the cage and told me to get back in. I was almost shocked. Yet I did. She didn’t close the door but told me to sit in her piss and also for me to piss again. I did so, this time just pissing my stream out over the floor of the cage and sat there feeling it chill around my buttocks. Then she told me to frig. She sat in the chair and watched. She told me she’d read every word I brought her. She called me a despicable white trash woman, that if I came to her, I’d spend the first week down here, naked and deprived of human comfort. All those young girls I’d had, she bet I thought I was hot shit, but I was really a pathetic tramp. She said if she was a judge she’d sentence me to 60 days of confinement. I kept frigging and listening, thinking … you are a judge, judge and jury rolled up into one. The damn cat curled by her feet. It seemed to be looking at me frigging. I told myself I was imaging things. Mavis finally said, go on, and satisfy that miserable filthy cunt. Those words did it and I exploded. I felt shamed, common, like my pussy controlled me which you both have said to me many times. She got up, tugged a rag out of an old sink back in the corner and threw it at me, telling me to wipe myself off, and clean the floor pan of the cage. I did as best I could then used another rag, wet it and wiped myself off.
She said it was too bad I didn’t have more time, that it 4:00 when she came down, so it must be later. She said I needed days here, not hours but she was honoring her agreement this time and I was free to go.
I followed her upstairs. She said neighborhood kids are out in the street and I’d better dress at the back door, I’d find my clothes where I left them. I thanked her. She said I’d thank her later in different ways later. I picked up my toy bag and dressed quickly on the back steps. I made a quick dash to my car and left. It was 4:45 and I thought oh Gawd, I have to get home. I called you, Katrina, immediately. And yes, once on the interstate, plodding along in traffic I did frig off again. It came quickly as you may imagine.
Mavis picked up the phone on the second ring, a sure sign to me that my call was expected. She gave me instructions … to print out certain elements of my blog, bring my toy bag again and buy a pet cage on the way down. She also said she never wanted to see me under her roof with clothes on. Her garage door would be up, her car in the street and I was to park in her garage, take the cage out, and pull the door down, strip, then walk to few steps across her breezeway to her back door with the cage. My time there would be from 11 until 4. We discussed a safe word (mercy) but she would stop what she was doing, ask me some questions, modify her approach if necessary but continue.
I printed what she wanted, showered and followed Jody’s orders of wearing a mini, halter top and heels but no bra or panties. I was nervous; I knew my 5 hours with Mavis would push me.
I was out of the house by 10:00 and drove to a pet store. There weren’t many others in the store, I found the cage, asked a clerk for help, bought it, and had him take it to my car. He was drooling at my attire. I just let him look and hoped he enjoyed his thoughts.
I called Mavis to let her know I was on my way and had the cage. She said it might be wiser not to undress until I was at her back door since I had to bring the cage in, but I would still be required to strip at her back door and leave my clothes on the steps. I arrived just before 11:00. Her garage door was open as promised. I went through the routine she established, slung my toy bag over my shoulder, and dragged boxed cage across the breezeway. I undressed on the back steps leading up to her porch and entered her house nude, dragging the box with me.
She was absolutely stone cold; you’d have thought she was expecting the mail carrier or something. She told me to take the cage to the basement, get it out of the box and assemble it. I struggled with it down the steps. I thought how stupid this was and why I didn’t tell everybody to go the hell and leave. But I couldn’t. Something inside of me was driving me on. There was a tinge of excitement in what I was doing as if I was daring myself to continue. While I was assembling it, she came down carrying an aluminum meat loaf pan and her cat following her. I’d noticed the cat on Monday but it stayed perched on a window sill. This time it was more curious and watched my every move as if it, too, was a part of the activity.
When it was assembled, she had me stand and clasp my hands behind my back. She pulled police type cuffs from her house coat pocket and cuffed my hands behind my back. A chill went through my body and I shuddered at the feeling of cold metal around my wrists. She told me I’d spend my time today down here in her basement. She asked how my cunt was from Mondays beating. I told her a little sore but basically okay. She snorted at me and said she knew I could take more. She slapped my left breast. I tightened my grip on my fingers behind me and exhaled. Then she slapped the right one and went back and forth until I was wincing in pain. She scoffed at me and told me to look at my nipples. I did; they were hard as pebbles. She hit me several more times, slapping the inner and outer sides of each tit then slapping the tender undersides of each. I was gasping. She didn’t crack a smile.
Pointing to the cage, she indicated to crawl inside. Without the use of my hands I found this difficult but struggled inside. She set the meatloaf pan in one corner of the cage, said that’s my toilet, took a padlock from her pocket and snapped it over the hasp. Both keys, hand cuffs and padlock, she placed on a nearby stack of boxes. I sat inside the cage, shuddered, not saying a word.
She coldly said it was 11:30 and I’d spend my entire day down here; get used to it. She also expected 5 hours from me and the time to get the cage inside and assembled didn’t count and 4:30 was the new quitting time. My heart fluttered but I simply said yes Maam. She walked back toward the steps. The cat followed her then went under the steps. I saw its liter box under there. Mavis took one final look at me, she asked where the descriptions of my escapades were that she told me to bring. I said in the side pocket of my toy bag. She went up the steps, flicked off the light and left me in near darkness.
There was a little light streaming through a tiny dirty window at the top of one basement wall. I could see dimly. I sat there thinking I was crazy, this wasn’t quite what I expected but then again, I didn’t know what to expect. My mind went into a frenzy for a moment; the darkness, being caged in a strange place, and on top of that, also being cuffed. I viewed this as three levels of confinement and it bugged me. Also her cold matter of fact attitude bugged me. I would have loved a kiss.
Mentally, I worked through things. Hearing her occasional footsteps on the floor above me helped. I sat there, sometimes thinking, sometimes not. My mind began to focus on my situation of being enslaved and confined in the cage. In a way I’d almost rather have been beaten all day; it would have been easier than sitting here letting my mind wander into channels of frustration. I had no way to know how much time passed, whether it was 10 minutes or an hour. I tried to focus on her. I wondered if I wanted this and yet at the same time I looked down at my naked body, saw my hard nipples, my swollen breasts and my aching cunt which I could not touch. That excited me in a strange way.
My thoughts were distracted by the cat. I hate cats. This one left its perch on the nearby table and wandered over to me, staring at me through the heavy wires of the cage. Then it jumped up on top of the cage and crouched down, licking its paws, flicking its tail around then staring down at me again. I wondered what the cat was thinking. It did those little kitty purring noises like some kind of whirring noise machine. I remember looking up at it thinking … the damn cat has more freedom than I do. That made me want to frig off so bad. Also, I knew there was a faint odor on Monday when she showed me the basement briefly but I didn’t associate it with anything, now I knew where it came from; the cat’s liter box.
Time passed slowly. I would hear her footsteps. Then I’d hear nothing. I wondered what she was doing, for that matter I wondered what you both were doing. Alanna, Susan, Molly, Rhonda, anyone I could call to mind. I had to pee. I struggled from a sitting position to a kneeling position, my head crouched over slightly. I worked the meat loaf pan between my thighs and pissed. Some of it missed the pan. When I finished I fell back against one end of the cage and used my feet to push the pan into one corner of the cage. That disrupted the cat. It jumped off the top of the cage and sniffed the pan through the wire mesh. Then it disappeared behind some boxes.
Now my odor of piss mixed with the other smells of the basement. I continued to sit quietly. I listened for Mavis but didn’t hear her. I wanted to touch my cunt so badly. My thoughts focused on her. I wanted to eat her or for her to beat me. I cringed at my thoughts but I wanted to be acknowledged in some way or the other. I closed my eyes. I couldn’t sleep but dozing calmed my raging fear and for that matter my aching lust. I wondered about how much time had passed; was it an hour, two or mercifully more.
I heard footsteps upstairs. I heard a voice, hers, and then another one. I bolted upright and my heart was beating wildly. The cat leaped up the stairs and meowed. I heard talking, some laughing, more footsteps. I wondered who. Was it Daphne or Vanessa? The talk went on for a while. I couldn’t hear anything clearly, no words, just distorted voices. Then a door shut and there was silence. I figured the other person had left. There were no footsteps. I wondered if Mavis had left. I tried to downplay that thought. Maybe she was out in the yard. The quietness went on for a long time then I hear footsteps again. The basement door opened. Her voice called down ... “you alive down there?” I shouted back, “Yes Ma’am”. The basement door shut.
I settled into shallow breathing. I waited. More time passed. I felt like a prisoner. I had no power; she had everything in her control. I sank into a sort of self deprecation. I drifted back to the cage, the cuffs, the darkness and having no clothes. I wondered if mine were still on the back steps. I eventually dozed off.
The door basement opened and the light came on. I heard footsteps. I came alive as I saw her descend the stairs. I breathed a sign of relief. She wore a light blue dress. I wanted to say something but I didn’t. There were burning questions I wanted to ask, like who was upstairs with you? What time is it? Am I pleasing you? Instead I asked none. She stood by the side of the cage, peering down at me. Without saying a word she raised the hem of the dress showing me her bare pussy. She came closer to the side of the cage, thrust her hips forward and pissed on me. I closed my eyes and felt the excitement of her warm rush of fluid slowly cool to a sticky residue on my skin. I thought of being anointed with shame.
She unlocked the cage and opened the door. She pulled a chair up close to the cage and motioned me out. I struggled out, half crawling half slithering. She pulled up her skirt again and snapped her fingers at me then pointed to her pussy. She was standing and I kissed her pussy. She eased her body into the chair, not saying a word, just opening her legs and pointing. I gazed into her pussy and began licking, smothering her with kisses and licks. I began tonguing her, thankful for any human contact and especially her sex. As I licked her she whispered if I appreciated momma’s pussy more now. I muttered yes Ma’am. I kept attended to her until she slowly built her excitement and became more antimated. I licked; my mouth was all I had and I savored her pussy, found her clit and flicked her until she had a quiet cumm.
After she did, she unlocked my cuffs. She pointed to the cage and told me to get back in. I was almost shocked. Yet I did. She didn’t close the door but told me to sit in her piss and also for me to piss again. I did so, this time just pissing my stream out over the floor of the cage and sat there feeling it chill around my buttocks. Then she told me to frig. She sat in the chair and watched. She told me she’d read every word I brought her. She called me a despicable white trash woman, that if I came to her, I’d spend the first week down here, naked and deprived of human comfort. All those young girls I’d had, she bet I thought I was hot shit, but I was really a pathetic tramp. She said if she was a judge she’d sentence me to 60 days of confinement. I kept frigging and listening, thinking … you are a judge, judge and jury rolled up into one. The damn cat curled by her feet. It seemed to be looking at me frigging. I told myself I was imaging things. Mavis finally said, go on, and satisfy that miserable filthy cunt. Those words did it and I exploded. I felt shamed, common, like my pussy controlled me which you both have said to me many times. She got up, tugged a rag out of an old sink back in the corner and threw it at me, telling me to wipe myself off, and clean the floor pan of the cage. I did as best I could then used another rag, wet it and wiped myself off.
She said it was too bad I didn’t have more time, that it 4:00 when she came down, so it must be later. She said I needed days here, not hours but she was honoring her agreement this time and I was free to go.
I followed her upstairs. She said neighborhood kids are out in the street and I’d better dress at the back door, I’d find my clothes where I left them. I thanked her. She said I’d thank her later in different ways later. I picked up my toy bag and dressed quickly on the back steps. I made a quick dash to my car and left. It was 4:45 and I thought oh Gawd, I have to get home. I called you, Katrina, immediately. And yes, once on the interstate, plodding along in traffic I did frig off again. It came quickly as you may imagine.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
May 5, 2009: Blindfolded and waiting
This morning my owners told me some one would come to visit me around 11:30. my instructions were to be naked blindfolded and waiting no later than 11:00. At the appointed time, I peed, sat naked in the parlor on my towel then blindfolded myself. I could not see a thing and didn’t cheat. After quite some time, I hear a car pull into my driveway. It seemed longer than 30 minutes. I shifted to my knees. The front door opened and I heard footsteps. Nothing was said except a muffled laugh and the word “writing’ mentioned. I figured there was more than one person. There was some snickering and someone dragged fingernails over my breasts and face then over the area of the writing. Finally I said “welcome, who’s here?” A hand slapped my face and said “no”. I shivered. Fingers played with my nipples. I sensed footsteps going down the foyer then returning. I caught the sound of things being pulled from my toy bag. My arms were drawn behind me and my wrists tied. I was really shivering. They told me to move to a sitting position. They circled rope around my upper body … ropes encircled my upper arms, above and below my breasts in a continuous loop again and again, and then tied extremely tight. My knees were drawn back until my feet were flat on the floor and ropes tied at my knees and ankles.
One of them whispered close to my left ear “need some heavy tape, where is it? I moaned that it was above the washing machine. One of them left the parlor and returned. I heard tape being peeled off the roll. Someone started winding tape around my head over the blindfold cloth, taping it more securely against my eyes and head. They must have done that 6 or 7 times. I thought oh what the fuck! I was totally freaking.
Other than the words “you look good like that” no one spoke. My guests, whoever they were, went back to the hall and I heard wine being opened and poured into glasses. They returned. A glass was pressed to my lips and I drank. A whispered, muffled voice told me not to move. I nodded. They went to the kitchen and I heard kitchen noises, drawers opening and closing and noises of food being put on plates. I knew they were eating and drinking. I sat there shivering and waiting.
Sometime later they came back to me. A pussy was pressed to my face. I started licking it. It was smooth, fragrant. It was exciting. I kept licking almost as if I was trying to distinguish the taste. I flicked her clit, swirled my tongue down to her anus then kept licking. This continued until I heard a moan and figured I’d made that person cumm. She quickly pissed on me and I heard the words “just like before”. She moved away and another pussy pressed against my lips. It too was smooth. A hand grabbed my hair and she started a vigorous grinding on my mouth. I struggled to keep my rhythm with hers. In the process of sucking her I lost my balance and toppled to my right side. She pushed me to my back and straddled me. I licked her to an orgasm. She shifted her ass hole to my lips. I tongued her and probed her. She withdrew and pulled me to my sitting position again.
I asked to pee. Nothing was said but they lifted my hips and untied my knees and feet and shoved a towel under me and said pee. It was difficult but I did and knew a lot of it went onto my inner thighs, some straight onto the towel. My ankles and knees were retied. I felt them check the circulation in my wrists by running two fingers between my wrists and the ropes binding them.
I was pushed on my right side again. Hands opened my ass cheeks and lubed my rose. Then I felt the tip of something enter my ass and shoved in slowly. They said ‘relax”, I did then I felt my sphincter squeeze around the neck of what I now knew to be the butt plug. Still lying on my right side, I heard a vibe start buzzing and it began stroking my cunt from behind. That excited me tremendously and I groaned. The vibe was right on my spot. I lay there panting until I sensed another rope tied over the first one on my ankles and that rope drawn to something, a piece of furniture I surmised, and tied. I couldn’t move my legs much. I began to breathe heavier. Somehow the sensation being totally deprived of any hope of sight, the plug in my ass, my legs being tied to something unmovable and the vibe buzzing me brought me to a screaming cumm. I moaned and let it flow. After I did their footsteps moved to the front door. I blurted out what are you doing, please take the blindfold off and tell me who you are. A low voice said we’re leaving and they might be back soon. I screamed no please, don’t leave me like this!
All I got I return was the sound of the front door shutting. I lay there shaking I didn’t know what to do except struggle with the ropes. That didn’t do any good. I hollered for them to come back. They didn’t. My cunt was still oozing cumm. I heard their car leave. I screamed again.
I rolled on the floor as much as possible and tried to loosen the ropes but couldn’t. I tried to place the voice and who it was but couldn’t. I tried to rub the blindfold off against the rug but the tape held the cloth way too securely to budge even a fraction of an inch. In a sweat and panic I gave up. I felt absolutely helpless. I tried to think back over the morning conversations about people coming to the door. Something was said about people coming at 3:00 but that was Rhonda and I couldn’t connect that with the people who were here; then again, by now, everything is possible.
I lay there and thought what I’d do if nobody came back. The possibilities were sickening if the wrong person found me naked, tied up with a plug up my ass lying on a pee soaked towel. I worked the rope again but nothing gave. I had to pee and mercifully some of the towel was under my hips. I wanted to cry but that wouldn’t do any good. Nor would yelling for Sue be anything but futile. I just lay there absorbing my situation.
Then I head a car door shut again. I breathed a sigh of relief. The front door opened and someone bent down over me and whispered, was I glad to see them again? I shrieked yes! Who is this? They slapped me again then whispered how did I enjoy the hour they were gone? I said an hour? They giggled and said more that an hour. I heard clothes falling to the floor. They rolled me over on my back and a pussy was stuck in my face again. I sucked it like it was manna from heaven. She came rather quickly and followed that with her piss into my mouth. I lay there gasping. One of them whispered I think she’s relieved to see us.
They helped me to sit again which drove the plug deep inside my ass and untied my hands. However one of them retied my right hand to my ankles leaving my left hand free. They untied the rope from my ankles to whatever it was tied to. My ankles though were still tied together. One of them whispered they were going now and this time they wouldn’t be back but they figured I could use my left hand to untie my right then the rest of it should come pretty easily. I nodded. One of them whispered and asked if I had scissors handy just in case. I said in the far left drawer in the kitchen. They got the scissors and placed it close to me. I asked once more who they were. All I got was “it’s been a while”. I asked how long ago. They didn’t answer.
The front door shut. I frantically used my left hand to try and unwind the tape off the blindfold so I could slide across the floor to the window and get a glimpse of them. That was futile. I got nowhere and couldn’t unwind the tape at all. I knew they were gone because I heard their car leave. I relaxed for a moment, fumbled with the knots holding my right hand and worked that knot loose fairly easily, freeing that hand also. Then with both hands I unwound the tape off the blindfold, and then removed the blindfold. I was drenched in sweat and some pee. I took the plug out then sat there looking around the room getting used to seeing things again. Then I untied my knees and ankles and slowly got up, fumbled my way to the kitchen and looked at the time. It was 3:10. I though holy fuck, it was 4 hours of being blindfolded.
I picked up the rope bag stuff and straightened things then wrote a note to you all. I showered and got squeaky clean then sanitized the parlor rug with baking soda. I still have no idea who was here. Please tell me…
One of them whispered close to my left ear “need some heavy tape, where is it? I moaned that it was above the washing machine. One of them left the parlor and returned. I heard tape being peeled off the roll. Someone started winding tape around my head over the blindfold cloth, taping it more securely against my eyes and head. They must have done that 6 or 7 times. I thought oh what the fuck! I was totally freaking.
Other than the words “you look good like that” no one spoke. My guests, whoever they were, went back to the hall and I heard wine being opened and poured into glasses. They returned. A glass was pressed to my lips and I drank. A whispered, muffled voice told me not to move. I nodded. They went to the kitchen and I heard kitchen noises, drawers opening and closing and noises of food being put on plates. I knew they were eating and drinking. I sat there shivering and waiting.
Sometime later they came back to me. A pussy was pressed to my face. I started licking it. It was smooth, fragrant. It was exciting. I kept licking almost as if I was trying to distinguish the taste. I flicked her clit, swirled my tongue down to her anus then kept licking. This continued until I heard a moan and figured I’d made that person cumm. She quickly pissed on me and I heard the words “just like before”. She moved away and another pussy pressed against my lips. It too was smooth. A hand grabbed my hair and she started a vigorous grinding on my mouth. I struggled to keep my rhythm with hers. In the process of sucking her I lost my balance and toppled to my right side. She pushed me to my back and straddled me. I licked her to an orgasm. She shifted her ass hole to my lips. I tongued her and probed her. She withdrew and pulled me to my sitting position again.
I asked to pee. Nothing was said but they lifted my hips and untied my knees and feet and shoved a towel under me and said pee. It was difficult but I did and knew a lot of it went onto my inner thighs, some straight onto the towel. My ankles and knees were retied. I felt them check the circulation in my wrists by running two fingers between my wrists and the ropes binding them.
I was pushed on my right side again. Hands opened my ass cheeks and lubed my rose. Then I felt the tip of something enter my ass and shoved in slowly. They said ‘relax”, I did then I felt my sphincter squeeze around the neck of what I now knew to be the butt plug. Still lying on my right side, I heard a vibe start buzzing and it began stroking my cunt from behind. That excited me tremendously and I groaned. The vibe was right on my spot. I lay there panting until I sensed another rope tied over the first one on my ankles and that rope drawn to something, a piece of furniture I surmised, and tied. I couldn’t move my legs much. I began to breathe heavier. Somehow the sensation being totally deprived of any hope of sight, the plug in my ass, my legs being tied to something unmovable and the vibe buzzing me brought me to a screaming cumm. I moaned and let it flow. After I did their footsteps moved to the front door. I blurted out what are you doing, please take the blindfold off and tell me who you are. A low voice said we’re leaving and they might be back soon. I screamed no please, don’t leave me like this!
All I got I return was the sound of the front door shutting. I lay there shaking I didn’t know what to do except struggle with the ropes. That didn’t do any good. I hollered for them to come back. They didn’t. My cunt was still oozing cumm. I heard their car leave. I screamed again.
I rolled on the floor as much as possible and tried to loosen the ropes but couldn’t. I tried to place the voice and who it was but couldn’t. I tried to rub the blindfold off against the rug but the tape held the cloth way too securely to budge even a fraction of an inch. In a sweat and panic I gave up. I felt absolutely helpless. I tried to think back over the morning conversations about people coming to the door. Something was said about people coming at 3:00 but that was Rhonda and I couldn’t connect that with the people who were here; then again, by now, everything is possible.
I lay there and thought what I’d do if nobody came back. The possibilities were sickening if the wrong person found me naked, tied up with a plug up my ass lying on a pee soaked towel. I worked the rope again but nothing gave. I had to pee and mercifully some of the towel was under my hips. I wanted to cry but that wouldn’t do any good. Nor would yelling for Sue be anything but futile. I just lay there absorbing my situation.
Then I head a car door shut again. I breathed a sigh of relief. The front door opened and someone bent down over me and whispered, was I glad to see them again? I shrieked yes! Who is this? They slapped me again then whispered how did I enjoy the hour they were gone? I said an hour? They giggled and said more that an hour. I heard clothes falling to the floor. They rolled me over on my back and a pussy was stuck in my face again. I sucked it like it was manna from heaven. She came rather quickly and followed that with her piss into my mouth. I lay there gasping. One of them whispered I think she’s relieved to see us.
They helped me to sit again which drove the plug deep inside my ass and untied my hands. However one of them retied my right hand to my ankles leaving my left hand free. They untied the rope from my ankles to whatever it was tied to. My ankles though were still tied together. One of them whispered they were going now and this time they wouldn’t be back but they figured I could use my left hand to untie my right then the rest of it should come pretty easily. I nodded. One of them whispered and asked if I had scissors handy just in case. I said in the far left drawer in the kitchen. They got the scissors and placed it close to me. I asked once more who they were. All I got was “it’s been a while”. I asked how long ago. They didn’t answer.
The front door shut. I frantically used my left hand to try and unwind the tape off the blindfold so I could slide across the floor to the window and get a glimpse of them. That was futile. I got nowhere and couldn’t unwind the tape at all. I knew they were gone because I heard their car leave. I relaxed for a moment, fumbled with the knots holding my right hand and worked that knot loose fairly easily, freeing that hand also. Then with both hands I unwound the tape off the blindfold, and then removed the blindfold. I was drenched in sweat and some pee. I took the plug out then sat there looking around the room getting used to seeing things again. Then I untied my knees and ankles and slowly got up, fumbled my way to the kitchen and looked at the time. It was 3:10. I though holy fuck, it was 4 hours of being blindfolded.
I picked up the rope bag stuff and straightened things then wrote a note to you all. I showered and got squeaky clean then sanitized the parlor rug with baking soda. I still have no idea who was here. Please tell me…
April 29, 2009: Daphne and friends
This morning, I had arranged to meet Daphne again at her garage. Some conversations though between Jody and Katrina turned it into a challenging and potentially edgy experience. They decided Sue would drive me down and I would travel to Daphne’s naked and bound. For the return trip in the afternoon, Chanel would pick me up and bring me back in the same outrageous fashion. The thought absolutely horrified me; however their plans were unyielding.
Sue let herself into my house around 1000. I’d showered and met her nude. She laughed and called me the strangest woman she’d ever known. I couldn’t agree more. She and Katrina had talked and the instructions were for me to have my toy bag, the vibrating plug in my ass and wear high heel strappy sandals; otherwise be naked. I quivered and thought they’re really going through with this madness. Sue said she’d open my garage door so she could back her SUV into my garage. While she did that, I put on a pair of red 4-inch heels and buckled the straps, then inserted the plug. Sue came back in, tied my wrists behind me then she forced me to my knees and said eat her, it was the least I could do. I told her we didn’t have time we were late already, she said fuck you, eat me bitch. What else could I do but eat her.
When I’d satisfied her lust, she helped me through the kitchen door and down the steps into the garage. I was shaking all over, knowing I was stark naked and a total lunatic to be doing this. She raised the rear hatch of the SUV and helped me in then tied my ankles. I was lying on my right side. I reminded her to get my garage door opener and my purse since I had to pay for Daphne’s sitter today. She didn’t pull the privacy screen over the rear cargo area but her windows are deeply tinted. Still I was nervous. She started driving and she hit the remote, I yelled and she laughed.
The ride to Daphne’s seemed to take forever. On the interstate, she kept telling me when we’d pass a trucker. She’d hit the remote frequently and remind me what a fucked up woman I was, and that I had no clothes whatsoever. Trust me; she didn’t have to remind me. I felt it in every nerve of my body. When turned onto city streets closer to Daphne’s she called to be sure of the directions. Daphne said to use the alley and park behind the garage; they were waiting. I went nuts wondering who “they” were.
When we pulled up I heard black voices cackling. In a moment the rear hatch opened and I saw Daphne, her cousin Vanessa, Christine who is Vanessa’s sister in law, and Charlene, a friend. I’d had all of then before. There was a 5th black woman, who I didn’t know. She was introduced as Mavis, Daphne’s aunt. I was mortified and shaking so badly I couldn’t say a word.
Sue untied my ankles and they pulled me out. I was standing stark naked in broad daylight about 20 feet from the side door of the old garage. I was extremely nervous and prayed nobody else would see me. Sue got my toy bag and purse and shut the rear hatch and. The comments were outrageous; every one of them was gawking at me and I felt like a piece of meat being delivered to hell. They groused about us being late that it was almost 11:00; Sue blatantly told them she had to get her licks in first since she figured I wouldn’t be worth a damn by the end of the day. Somebody said wise move. Daphne helped me totter in my heels across the grass and gravel into the garage. Those steps between Sue’s SUV and the garage were the longest of my life.
We entered the garage and I immediately saw the old single bed mattress where I’d been used before. This time it had a bed frame under it. The workbench by the little windows on the side of the garage was set up with some wine, booze and some food. It was obvious they’d been drinking.
What amazed me was how Sue fit right in with this crowd. It wasn’t five minutes until they were talking like long lost friends. She mixed herself a vodka and seven and one for me which she held it to my lips and I drank and almost immediately felt the effect since I hadn’t eaten that morning. Daphne took the remote, buzzed me a few times. Sue boosted herself up on the work bench and asked what happens now? Daphne laughed and said now the ‘ho gets fucked, want to watch? Sue said she had about 30 minutes so why not. I groaned. Then Daphne asked Sue if she minded seeing a bunch of black women get naked. Sue laughed and said no
They started undressing. I was shoved to my knees. Daphne leaned against the workbench and told me to start sucking some serious pussy. Hands still tied, I began licking her pussy. I could hear Sue laughing and asking, so is this what she does. I’m sucking her and felt some one kneeling behind me and examining the remote plug. Then I felt it buzzing my ass and I yelled into Daphne’s pussy. Whoever had the remote kept hitting it until Daphne had multiple orgasms.
It wasn’t two seconds after she finished cumming that they grabbed me and threw me across the end of the mattress face down, knees on the floor. Someone knelt behind me and I felt a dildo slid into my pussy. I groaned. I wasn’t sure who was fucking me but I could see Daphne and Sue standing by the work bench. Vanessa sat on the bed, so it had to be Charlene or Christine fucking me. Really it didn’t matter. Vanessa positioned her pussy at my face and spread her legs. She grabbed my hair and pulled me into her and I started sucking her. She came and then pissed straight into my face. I could hear Sue laughing her ass off.
They pulled me off the floor and threw me on the bed. They untied my hands and wrestled me over on my back, then tied each wrist to the upper corners of the bed frame. I looked over at Sue and Daphne for an instant. In a flash I saw they were hugging and Sue’s shorts were open and Daphne’s hand was in her panties. Before I could see more somebody lowered their butt over my face, I wasn’t even sure whose, probably Christine’s I think. I started sucking and licking on the hole nonetheless. The remote started buzzing my ass and my legs were pulled wide apart. I felt something in my pussy, my rabbit I think. I was lost in space right then. Whose ass I was sucking wasn’t exactly squeaky clean. It didn’t matter; I knew why I was there. My biggest concern was that Sue was witnessing all this. I exploded from all the ass buzzing and cunt fucking. I couldn’t help it. They noticed and said I’d be punished.
Charlene climbed on me next. She’s mean and slapped my face called me bitch and spit at me. She told me she hates white women and I got that impression when I met her two months ago. She ground down on me, pulled her ass cheeks apart and pressed her smelly hole against my mouth, shouting for me to suck. After I’d sucked her briefly, she rose up and looked down at me and said tell her I love her ass hole. I told her exactly what she wanted to hear. She smashed it down on my mouth again. I think she took control of the rabbit because the fucking got more severe and I hear her yelling that I was a no good white fuck hole. She kept bouncing her ass up and down on my face and yelling to suck her shit out of her. I cringed but sucked as hard as I could. Eventually she shifted her hips back so I could suck her pussy but it was mainly her grinding off on my face that made her cumm. She cummed, pissed and soaked me. She got off, slapped my face and called me a worthless bitch.
I looked for Sue again. She and Daphne were still kissing and I’m sure Sue was fingering Daphne. I was stunned. My attention was diverted by Mavis who waddled her plump body over to the bed and sat on my face. I was kissing Mavis’s pussy when Sue walked over, patted my hair and said she was going. I couldn’t answer fully. She kissed my hair and said we’ll talk about this sometime. I had no idea what time it was when she left but I damn well know she was there way past the time she intended.
Mavis mounted my face again. I focused on her huge, hairy pussy. She didn’t say much and reminded me of Bernice back at Frayne’s. I could tell she loved the attention to her pussy. She eventually orgasmed then told me to lick her ass. She stuck her butt right over me and pulled her massive cheeks apart. I tickled her hole with my tongue. I was way past caring what I was doing. My mouth already smelled like ass and pussy and my face and mouth reeked of sex and piss. I tongued her for a while then she got off.
I was sweating and gasping for air until another pussy lowered over me. Again, I didn’t know whose. I sensed another cumm flow and kept hearing their voices berating me. Someone began slapping my pussy and I felt hands keeping my legs wide apart. I just kept taking what was offered to me. I lost track of the number of times somebody ground down on me; I think it was 6 or 7.
The garage was getting hot and stuffy since the temp was supposed to be in the low 80’s plus all the sexual activity heated things up tremendously. Finally I got a break. Everybody stood around looking at me and drinking. I said I had to pee, please. Daphne untied me, removed the plug and told me to get on all 4’s. She tied a rope around my neck like a leash and told me to crawl after her. She led me through the side door out into the sunlight. We went beside the garage to some high weeds and she told me to squat and piss like a dog bitch. Somehow at this point it didn’t matter. When I’d pissed, she led me back inside, handed me a drink and I downed it. I don’t even know what it was.
Charlene started in on me saying … well now bitch what am I going to do, I got no clothes, got no ride, got no girl friend, that I’m just some smelly white trash in nigga town for us to fuck over. She sent chills down my spine. I said yes Ma’am for some reason. She sat in an old chair and told me to eat her again. I crawled over and started sucking her again. She was definitely creamy and juiced up. While I was sucking her somebody got behind me and began sticking their fingers in my ass. Those fingers were quickly replaced by a dildo and the ass fucking wasn’t the least bit gentle. Charlene sprayed me with cumm and piss again, then pulled my head back by my hair and slapped me a few times.
Daphne came over and asked me how I was doing; I said I’m wearing out. She laughed and said hang in there. She pulled me away from Charlene and rolled me over on the floor on my back, got a strappy and began pounding my cunt. I came again and I think that was my 3rd or 4th one. She shoved me at Vanessa who wanted more attention to her pussy. I used my fingers and frigged her off. Then Daphne twisted me around and shoved her cunt in my face. It was nonstop pussy sucking. She came easily and shoved me again, this time back onto a pile of junk in a corner of the garage. I lay there breathing heavily, sweating like hell.
They took a break and drank and ate some more. Christine tossed me part of a sandwich she’d been eating and I devoured it. She laughed that I’d eat scraps. I couldn’t deny it. I was starving. They talked about me and how stinky I was. Daphne laughed at me and said I was almost too stinky to fuck. I asked what time it was and she replied that time doesn’t matter, that I was there to make them happy. I sighed, said yes but that I was wearing down. She told me to get up and come over there. I did and she hugged me, told me she knew I was secretly enjoying this. I nodded. Then she pointed me in the direction of Mavis and said, go beg Aunt Mavis to tell her how much you are enjoying this. I went to Mavis who was sitting in an old chair munching a sandwich. I got on my knees and begged her for the chance to tell her how much of a slut I was. She told me to talk, that she’d been hearing about me. I had to tell her that I was an ass slut, a toilet pig, a pain slut and a whore for black ass and pussy.
I sensed her mood changing. She told me to beg for the privilege of sucking her pussy again. I begged and she scooted her hips forward, spread her legs and told me her pussy and ass was all I needed for lunch. I began eating her and she bad-mouthed me. I had to tell her I was pathetic. She told me I belonged between a black woman’s legs permanently. She told me to suck her tits and I did, then she stood and told me to open my mouth. She told me she was going to piss straight into my human toilet mouth and I better not spill a drop. Gawd! I took most of it. She told me any white woman who would come to the black community stark naked and take this kind of abuse was a desperate slut. I said yes Ma’am. She told me to move behind her and worship her shit hole. I moved around spread her cheeks and sucked on her hole again, even though I’d done it earlier in the day. She moaned and farted in my mouth. I gasped but went back to sucking. She said as Daphne’s aunt, she was the senior woman present and should be catered to. I muttered and kept sucking. She flexed her hole several times and I went into crazy mode. She kept saying worship me, you worthless bitch. I sucked more, deeper. Finally she told me to stop and come back to her front. She looked down at me and asked me how many black women had I served. I said about 50-60. She said that’s not nearly enough. She said tell me about some of them, so I talked about some of the women I see. She asked how I got started on this and talked about both of you. She had tons of questions about my relationship in each case.
She scolded Daphne for not introducing us sooner and she wanted to see me more. Daphne acted meek as a lamb and I realized this woman was probably the matriarch of the family and had power way beyond what I’d initially envisioned. She asked how much time we had left and Daphne relied about an hour. Mavis told me to stay put. They all went back into a corner of the garage and whispered. I couldn’t hear what was being said but I saw Daphne and Vanessa throw clothes on and go into Daphne’s house then return with a bag of things.
When they got back Mavis told Daphne, Charlene and Vanessa to “tie the bitch back up” like we discussed. They led me to a part of the garage that had exposed rafters overhead and had me stand. My hands were tied behind me again and a long rope from my wrists was thrown over one of the overhead rafters. They had me move my legs wide apart, and then bend at the waist until my face was looking back between my legs. Then the rope over the rafters was pulled snug and Daphne climbed on a chair and tied it to the rafters. I was almost bent double and my arms were raised at an angle above me, probably 18-24 inches higher that my shoulders and so high it put a strain on my shoulders and forced my head down farther.
Mavis squatted in front of me pulled my head up by my hair and told me to listen closely. She said she hadn’t always been a 57 year old woman and she had some interesting experiences in her younger days and I was about to find out what some of them were. She tied a rope around my hair and tied it to the rope running from my wrists to the rafters. Though my shoulders were much lower than my hips and my tits were almost pressed against my thighs, my head, from the back of my head to my forehead, was parallel to the floor. That put a huge strain on the back of my neck. They tied my ankles with rope and tied those ropes to the sides of the interior walls of the garage. When it was all said and done, I couldn’t move an inch. I just stood there gasping and breathing hard. From the bag Daphne brought back from the house, she took a belt and a wire coat hanger. She unraveled the coat hanger and fashioned it into a long whip and swatted my inner thighs. I yelled like crazy. She moved behind me, coat hanger in one hand, the belt in the other, and began systematically whipping my ass, the backs of my thighs and my tits. I screamed. She just chuckled and said this is what whores like you deserve, tell me you want it. I screamed I want it. She said … I though so. She continued beating me until I was calling her Ms Mavis. She asked me if I was a whore, I said yes Ms Mavis, a cunt, yes Ms Mavis a pig, yes Ms Mavis a pain slut, yes Ms Mavis. The she turned to Daphne and said you girls have been too soft on this bitch. I nearly freaked out. Never have I misjudged someone so badly.
She separated my ass cheeks and began massaging my hole with cooking oil which was in the bag Daphne brought out from the house. I felt her working it up my anal canal with her fingers until I though I would die. She came around to my face and told me to beg to suck my shit residue off her fingers. I looked at her fingers and they were oily and stained with my goo. Yet I begged her. She forced her fingers into my mouth and told me to lick. It was nasty. She looked at me and said you’ll do anything. I nodded. She said that’s the kind of bitch I like. She told Daphne to get a strappy, start fucking my ass and don’t stop until I shit. Someone forced more oil in my ass canal and then I felt the strappy ramming me. I was panting breathlessly. Mavis put clamps on my nipples and weighted them. She told Daphne to fuck the bitch harder. Every time the strappy went in it seemed deeper and my movements made the weights on my nipples swing wildly. I was in agony but so deep into subspace. She had Christine get on all 4’s and back her ass up to my face and told me to stick my mouth into Christine’s ass to muffle my screams. I was sucking her, feeling the ramming in my ass. Mavis said come on, girl (Daphne) fuck the shit out of her. After what seemed like forever, I felt myself loosening inside. I screamed I couldn’t hold it. Mavis said shit, you pig. And I did, plopping out on the floor between my legs, oozing down my thighs. I was totally humiliated. I couldn’t stop and shit until my bowels were empty. Most of it went into a brown paper bag under me to collect it then Mavis smashed the bag against my ass and rubbed it over my face. I was crying.
I stood there stunned and shaking. Mavis took the clamps off and asked me if I felt fulfilled, I cried yes. She said she could see it in my eyes that I needed some serious treatment.
She was talking to me when Chanel came in. Chanel saw me and laughed. Then she apologized for being half an hour late, to which Mavis replied if she was there any sooner it wouldn’t have made a difference because she wasn’t through until she was through. They slowly untied me and Daphne got a damp rag so I could wipe most of my mess off. They let me lie down on the mattress and have some water.
When I recovered a little, I cleaned up the rest of my mess, and then wiped off again. Chanel said we need to get going. I got my toy bag, my purse off the bench and paid Daphne for the sitter. I thanked each one of them particularly Mavis who is one person not to fucked with. Chanel said she had to tie my hands. I told she didn’t have to but she said that’s what she was told to do. She tied me and helped me to her car, an old white Buick sedan. I lay in the floor of the back seat and she threw an old cloth from Daphne’s garage over me. We didn’t leave there until about 4:20 and traffic was a mess. Right after we started home Chanel said she had to put the windows down since I smelled so bad. She also said she’d use me but I clearly had been fucked out. I thanked her. When we got to my house, she took the garage door opener out of my purse and drove her car inside, helped me in the house. She untied me, kissed me and left.
All the way home I was hoping I got home before him, if not, I was fucked and had no excuse for walking in naked and beaten. As it turned out, I got home about 15 minutes before he did, wrote a brief note to you all and showered.
I realize I was told to give people a certain amount of cumms. If I didn’t I’m sorry, but I had no idea so many would be there and the furious pace of the fucking made it impossible to mentally count off who I did and how many times I did them. Aside from that I tried to please and worked my ass off in the process. Thank you both for understanding and giving me the opportunity to serve.
Right now, my hips, my shoulders, my neck and obviously my mouth, pussy and ass are sore. The red marks from the coat hanger and belt are wicked but will fade. The memory, however, will not.
Sue let herself into my house around 1000. I’d showered and met her nude. She laughed and called me the strangest woman she’d ever known. I couldn’t agree more. She and Katrina had talked and the instructions were for me to have my toy bag, the vibrating plug in my ass and wear high heel strappy sandals; otherwise be naked. I quivered and thought they’re really going through with this madness. Sue said she’d open my garage door so she could back her SUV into my garage. While she did that, I put on a pair of red 4-inch heels and buckled the straps, then inserted the plug. Sue came back in, tied my wrists behind me then she forced me to my knees and said eat her, it was the least I could do. I told her we didn’t have time we were late already, she said fuck you, eat me bitch. What else could I do but eat her.
When I’d satisfied her lust, she helped me through the kitchen door and down the steps into the garage. I was shaking all over, knowing I was stark naked and a total lunatic to be doing this. She raised the rear hatch of the SUV and helped me in then tied my ankles. I was lying on my right side. I reminded her to get my garage door opener and my purse since I had to pay for Daphne’s sitter today. She didn’t pull the privacy screen over the rear cargo area but her windows are deeply tinted. Still I was nervous. She started driving and she hit the remote, I yelled and she laughed.
The ride to Daphne’s seemed to take forever. On the interstate, she kept telling me when we’d pass a trucker. She’d hit the remote frequently and remind me what a fucked up woman I was, and that I had no clothes whatsoever. Trust me; she didn’t have to remind me. I felt it in every nerve of my body. When turned onto city streets closer to Daphne’s she called to be sure of the directions. Daphne said to use the alley and park behind the garage; they were waiting. I went nuts wondering who “they” were.
When we pulled up I heard black voices cackling. In a moment the rear hatch opened and I saw Daphne, her cousin Vanessa, Christine who is Vanessa’s sister in law, and Charlene, a friend. I’d had all of then before. There was a 5th black woman, who I didn’t know. She was introduced as Mavis, Daphne’s aunt. I was mortified and shaking so badly I couldn’t say a word.
Sue untied my ankles and they pulled me out. I was standing stark naked in broad daylight about 20 feet from the side door of the old garage. I was extremely nervous and prayed nobody else would see me. Sue got my toy bag and purse and shut the rear hatch and. The comments were outrageous; every one of them was gawking at me and I felt like a piece of meat being delivered to hell. They groused about us being late that it was almost 11:00; Sue blatantly told them she had to get her licks in first since she figured I wouldn’t be worth a damn by the end of the day. Somebody said wise move. Daphne helped me totter in my heels across the grass and gravel into the garage. Those steps between Sue’s SUV and the garage were the longest of my life.
We entered the garage and I immediately saw the old single bed mattress where I’d been used before. This time it had a bed frame under it. The workbench by the little windows on the side of the garage was set up with some wine, booze and some food. It was obvious they’d been drinking.
What amazed me was how Sue fit right in with this crowd. It wasn’t five minutes until they were talking like long lost friends. She mixed herself a vodka and seven and one for me which she held it to my lips and I drank and almost immediately felt the effect since I hadn’t eaten that morning. Daphne took the remote, buzzed me a few times. Sue boosted herself up on the work bench and asked what happens now? Daphne laughed and said now the ‘ho gets fucked, want to watch? Sue said she had about 30 minutes so why not. I groaned. Then Daphne asked Sue if she minded seeing a bunch of black women get naked. Sue laughed and said no
They started undressing. I was shoved to my knees. Daphne leaned against the workbench and told me to start sucking some serious pussy. Hands still tied, I began licking her pussy. I could hear Sue laughing and asking, so is this what she does. I’m sucking her and felt some one kneeling behind me and examining the remote plug. Then I felt it buzzing my ass and I yelled into Daphne’s pussy. Whoever had the remote kept hitting it until Daphne had multiple orgasms.
It wasn’t two seconds after she finished cumming that they grabbed me and threw me across the end of the mattress face down, knees on the floor. Someone knelt behind me and I felt a dildo slid into my pussy. I groaned. I wasn’t sure who was fucking me but I could see Daphne and Sue standing by the work bench. Vanessa sat on the bed, so it had to be Charlene or Christine fucking me. Really it didn’t matter. Vanessa positioned her pussy at my face and spread her legs. She grabbed my hair and pulled me into her and I started sucking her. She came and then pissed straight into my face. I could hear Sue laughing her ass off.
They pulled me off the floor and threw me on the bed. They untied my hands and wrestled me over on my back, then tied each wrist to the upper corners of the bed frame. I looked over at Sue and Daphne for an instant. In a flash I saw they were hugging and Sue’s shorts were open and Daphne’s hand was in her panties. Before I could see more somebody lowered their butt over my face, I wasn’t even sure whose, probably Christine’s I think. I started sucking and licking on the hole nonetheless. The remote started buzzing my ass and my legs were pulled wide apart. I felt something in my pussy, my rabbit I think. I was lost in space right then. Whose ass I was sucking wasn’t exactly squeaky clean. It didn’t matter; I knew why I was there. My biggest concern was that Sue was witnessing all this. I exploded from all the ass buzzing and cunt fucking. I couldn’t help it. They noticed and said I’d be punished.
Charlene climbed on me next. She’s mean and slapped my face called me bitch and spit at me. She told me she hates white women and I got that impression when I met her two months ago. She ground down on me, pulled her ass cheeks apart and pressed her smelly hole against my mouth, shouting for me to suck. After I’d sucked her briefly, she rose up and looked down at me and said tell her I love her ass hole. I told her exactly what she wanted to hear. She smashed it down on my mouth again. I think she took control of the rabbit because the fucking got more severe and I hear her yelling that I was a no good white fuck hole. She kept bouncing her ass up and down on my face and yelling to suck her shit out of her. I cringed but sucked as hard as I could. Eventually she shifted her hips back so I could suck her pussy but it was mainly her grinding off on my face that made her cumm. She cummed, pissed and soaked me. She got off, slapped my face and called me a worthless bitch.
I looked for Sue again. She and Daphne were still kissing and I’m sure Sue was fingering Daphne. I was stunned. My attention was diverted by Mavis who waddled her plump body over to the bed and sat on my face. I was kissing Mavis’s pussy when Sue walked over, patted my hair and said she was going. I couldn’t answer fully. She kissed my hair and said we’ll talk about this sometime. I had no idea what time it was when she left but I damn well know she was there way past the time she intended.
Mavis mounted my face again. I focused on her huge, hairy pussy. She didn’t say much and reminded me of Bernice back at Frayne’s. I could tell she loved the attention to her pussy. She eventually orgasmed then told me to lick her ass. She stuck her butt right over me and pulled her massive cheeks apart. I tickled her hole with my tongue. I was way past caring what I was doing. My mouth already smelled like ass and pussy and my face and mouth reeked of sex and piss. I tongued her for a while then she got off.
I was sweating and gasping for air until another pussy lowered over me. Again, I didn’t know whose. I sensed another cumm flow and kept hearing their voices berating me. Someone began slapping my pussy and I felt hands keeping my legs wide apart. I just kept taking what was offered to me. I lost track of the number of times somebody ground down on me; I think it was 6 or 7.
The garage was getting hot and stuffy since the temp was supposed to be in the low 80’s plus all the sexual activity heated things up tremendously. Finally I got a break. Everybody stood around looking at me and drinking. I said I had to pee, please. Daphne untied me, removed the plug and told me to get on all 4’s. She tied a rope around my neck like a leash and told me to crawl after her. She led me through the side door out into the sunlight. We went beside the garage to some high weeds and she told me to squat and piss like a dog bitch. Somehow at this point it didn’t matter. When I’d pissed, she led me back inside, handed me a drink and I downed it. I don’t even know what it was.
Charlene started in on me saying … well now bitch what am I going to do, I got no clothes, got no ride, got no girl friend, that I’m just some smelly white trash in nigga town for us to fuck over. She sent chills down my spine. I said yes Ma’am for some reason. She sat in an old chair and told me to eat her again. I crawled over and started sucking her again. She was definitely creamy and juiced up. While I was sucking her somebody got behind me and began sticking their fingers in my ass. Those fingers were quickly replaced by a dildo and the ass fucking wasn’t the least bit gentle. Charlene sprayed me with cumm and piss again, then pulled my head back by my hair and slapped me a few times.
Daphne came over and asked me how I was doing; I said I’m wearing out. She laughed and said hang in there. She pulled me away from Charlene and rolled me over on the floor on my back, got a strappy and began pounding my cunt. I came again and I think that was my 3rd or 4th one. She shoved me at Vanessa who wanted more attention to her pussy. I used my fingers and frigged her off. Then Daphne twisted me around and shoved her cunt in my face. It was nonstop pussy sucking. She came easily and shoved me again, this time back onto a pile of junk in a corner of the garage. I lay there breathing heavily, sweating like hell.
They took a break and drank and ate some more. Christine tossed me part of a sandwich she’d been eating and I devoured it. She laughed that I’d eat scraps. I couldn’t deny it. I was starving. They talked about me and how stinky I was. Daphne laughed at me and said I was almost too stinky to fuck. I asked what time it was and she replied that time doesn’t matter, that I was there to make them happy. I sighed, said yes but that I was wearing down. She told me to get up and come over there. I did and she hugged me, told me she knew I was secretly enjoying this. I nodded. Then she pointed me in the direction of Mavis and said, go beg Aunt Mavis to tell her how much you are enjoying this. I went to Mavis who was sitting in an old chair munching a sandwich. I got on my knees and begged her for the chance to tell her how much of a slut I was. She told me to talk, that she’d been hearing about me. I had to tell her that I was an ass slut, a toilet pig, a pain slut and a whore for black ass and pussy.
I sensed her mood changing. She told me to beg for the privilege of sucking her pussy again. I begged and she scooted her hips forward, spread her legs and told me her pussy and ass was all I needed for lunch. I began eating her and she bad-mouthed me. I had to tell her I was pathetic. She told me I belonged between a black woman’s legs permanently. She told me to suck her tits and I did, then she stood and told me to open my mouth. She told me she was going to piss straight into my human toilet mouth and I better not spill a drop. Gawd! I took most of it. She told me any white woman who would come to the black community stark naked and take this kind of abuse was a desperate slut. I said yes Ma’am. She told me to move behind her and worship her shit hole. I moved around spread her cheeks and sucked on her hole again, even though I’d done it earlier in the day. She moaned and farted in my mouth. I gasped but went back to sucking. She said as Daphne’s aunt, she was the senior woman present and should be catered to. I muttered and kept sucking. She flexed her hole several times and I went into crazy mode. She kept saying worship me, you worthless bitch. I sucked more, deeper. Finally she told me to stop and come back to her front. She looked down at me and asked me how many black women had I served. I said about 50-60. She said that’s not nearly enough. She said tell me about some of them, so I talked about some of the women I see. She asked how I got started on this and talked about both of you. She had tons of questions about my relationship in each case.
She scolded Daphne for not introducing us sooner and she wanted to see me more. Daphne acted meek as a lamb and I realized this woman was probably the matriarch of the family and had power way beyond what I’d initially envisioned. She asked how much time we had left and Daphne relied about an hour. Mavis told me to stay put. They all went back into a corner of the garage and whispered. I couldn’t hear what was being said but I saw Daphne and Vanessa throw clothes on and go into Daphne’s house then return with a bag of things.
When they got back Mavis told Daphne, Charlene and Vanessa to “tie the bitch back up” like we discussed. They led me to a part of the garage that had exposed rafters overhead and had me stand. My hands were tied behind me again and a long rope from my wrists was thrown over one of the overhead rafters. They had me move my legs wide apart, and then bend at the waist until my face was looking back between my legs. Then the rope over the rafters was pulled snug and Daphne climbed on a chair and tied it to the rafters. I was almost bent double and my arms were raised at an angle above me, probably 18-24 inches higher that my shoulders and so high it put a strain on my shoulders and forced my head down farther.
Mavis squatted in front of me pulled my head up by my hair and told me to listen closely. She said she hadn’t always been a 57 year old woman and she had some interesting experiences in her younger days and I was about to find out what some of them were. She tied a rope around my hair and tied it to the rope running from my wrists to the rafters. Though my shoulders were much lower than my hips and my tits were almost pressed against my thighs, my head, from the back of my head to my forehead, was parallel to the floor. That put a huge strain on the back of my neck. They tied my ankles with rope and tied those ropes to the sides of the interior walls of the garage. When it was all said and done, I couldn’t move an inch. I just stood there gasping and breathing hard. From the bag Daphne brought back from the house, she took a belt and a wire coat hanger. She unraveled the coat hanger and fashioned it into a long whip and swatted my inner thighs. I yelled like crazy. She moved behind me, coat hanger in one hand, the belt in the other, and began systematically whipping my ass, the backs of my thighs and my tits. I screamed. She just chuckled and said this is what whores like you deserve, tell me you want it. I screamed I want it. She said … I though so. She continued beating me until I was calling her Ms Mavis. She asked me if I was a whore, I said yes Ms Mavis, a cunt, yes Ms Mavis a pig, yes Ms Mavis a pain slut, yes Ms Mavis. The she turned to Daphne and said you girls have been too soft on this bitch. I nearly freaked out. Never have I misjudged someone so badly.
She separated my ass cheeks and began massaging my hole with cooking oil which was in the bag Daphne brought out from the house. I felt her working it up my anal canal with her fingers until I though I would die. She came around to my face and told me to beg to suck my shit residue off her fingers. I looked at her fingers and they were oily and stained with my goo. Yet I begged her. She forced her fingers into my mouth and told me to lick. It was nasty. She looked at me and said you’ll do anything. I nodded. She said that’s the kind of bitch I like. She told Daphne to get a strappy, start fucking my ass and don’t stop until I shit. Someone forced more oil in my ass canal and then I felt the strappy ramming me. I was panting breathlessly. Mavis put clamps on my nipples and weighted them. She told Daphne to fuck the bitch harder. Every time the strappy went in it seemed deeper and my movements made the weights on my nipples swing wildly. I was in agony but so deep into subspace. She had Christine get on all 4’s and back her ass up to my face and told me to stick my mouth into Christine’s ass to muffle my screams. I was sucking her, feeling the ramming in my ass. Mavis said come on, girl (Daphne) fuck the shit out of her. After what seemed like forever, I felt myself loosening inside. I screamed I couldn’t hold it. Mavis said shit, you pig. And I did, plopping out on the floor between my legs, oozing down my thighs. I was totally humiliated. I couldn’t stop and shit until my bowels were empty. Most of it went into a brown paper bag under me to collect it then Mavis smashed the bag against my ass and rubbed it over my face. I was crying.
I stood there stunned and shaking. Mavis took the clamps off and asked me if I felt fulfilled, I cried yes. She said she could see it in my eyes that I needed some serious treatment.
She was talking to me when Chanel came in. Chanel saw me and laughed. Then she apologized for being half an hour late, to which Mavis replied if she was there any sooner it wouldn’t have made a difference because she wasn’t through until she was through. They slowly untied me and Daphne got a damp rag so I could wipe most of my mess off. They let me lie down on the mattress and have some water.
When I recovered a little, I cleaned up the rest of my mess, and then wiped off again. Chanel said we need to get going. I got my toy bag, my purse off the bench and paid Daphne for the sitter. I thanked each one of them particularly Mavis who is one person not to fucked with. Chanel said she had to tie my hands. I told she didn’t have to but she said that’s what she was told to do. She tied me and helped me to her car, an old white Buick sedan. I lay in the floor of the back seat and she threw an old cloth from Daphne’s garage over me. We didn’t leave there until about 4:20 and traffic was a mess. Right after we started home Chanel said she had to put the windows down since I smelled so bad. She also said she’d use me but I clearly had been fucked out. I thanked her. When we got to my house, she took the garage door opener out of my purse and drove her car inside, helped me in the house. She untied me, kissed me and left.
All the way home I was hoping I got home before him, if not, I was fucked and had no excuse for walking in naked and beaten. As it turned out, I got home about 15 minutes before he did, wrote a brief note to you all and showered.
I realize I was told to give people a certain amount of cumms. If I didn’t I’m sorry, but I had no idea so many would be there and the furious pace of the fucking made it impossible to mentally count off who I did and how many times I did them. Aside from that I tried to please and worked my ass off in the process. Thank you both for understanding and giving me the opportunity to serve.
Right now, my hips, my shoulders, my neck and obviously my mouth, pussy and ass are sore. The red marks from the coat hanger and belt are wicked but will fade. The memory, however, will not.
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