June 22 2009: Katrina

Wearing the gauzy natural cotton dress, I stopped at a small deli where I’d preordered lunch. In bright sunlight walking across the parking lot I knew anyone who paid close attention could totally see through me and realize I didn’t have on a bra or panties. Somehow I thought … it never ends. I’m always challenged to push myself to the edge of slut status. Inside I asked for my order and sheepishly avoided the man’s wandering eyes. As I walked out the door I heard him say to someone, hey watch this … I knew their eyes were glued on me all the way back to my car.

When I got to Katrina’s around 11:45, I stripped and knelt in front of her. She pushed me to the floor, pulled her panties off and roughly straddled my face. I began eating her and she rode me, sliding her pussy on me from nose to chin, finally settling over my mouth and letting lick her cumm. She rolled off me, finished undressing and put on her strappy. I got on all fours, crawled over and she fucked my mouth. She hissed at me to suck it and called me everything she could think of. Finally she had me turn so my ass was pointed at her and she got on her knees and pulled my hips back on the dildo and slammed it into my cunt. She did more name calling and rattled off a long list of people I’ve fucked this month and reminded me why I was being punished. She said there’s no way its going to stop at the end of June. After she gave me permission to cumm she fucked my ass and said a whore like me could never be fucked enough. It was only a matter of time until I would be living like an animal in a cage deprived of any clothes and the property of a black woman and people would probably come by just to laugh at me. To prove her point she removed the dildo from my ass, grabbed my hair and rammed the stinky thing back in my mouth. She spit at me and said only a total whore would do that.

I lay there getting my breath and she pointed to the door to her enclosed patio and said to get out there, she had to pee. I crawled out on the patio, lay down and instinctively opened my mouth. She laughed about how well trained I was and pissed on me.

I cleaned off with the hose and we went inside for lunch. We shared wine and salads. I asked about clothes during the time I would have out of town guests. She thought for a minute and said she’d allow me to select some clothing from the bags she’s storing in her basement. We carried our wine downstairs and rummaged through the bags and selected 4 bra and panty sets, 3 skirts and 3 tops I can mix and match. That will get me through the five-day period from the 24th to the 28th. Then she said something strange … namely how badly did I want these clothes. I sheepishly said I really need something, she agreed but said there are conditions; I will pay for the extreme privilege of wearing normal clothes, did I agree? I said yes.

Then she said we’re going to play a new game that should be interesting to a masochistic slave like me. She selected a whip off the wall in the playroom portion of her basement, a short braided leather whip about 3 feet long and handed it to me. She said beat myself and do it as hard as if she were doing it. I looked totally dumbfounded. She said she was serious and wanted me to practice providing amusement to her and others in the near future. First she told me to do 20 hits on my back, 20 on each ass cheek, alternating from one to the other, 20 on each tits also alternating from one to the other and to conclude, 20 on my cunt. That would be a total of 120 hits. If I didn’t hit myself as hard as she thought I should be, she’d take the whip and finish the job but extra strokes would be added to each area. I stood there amazed and thought this is about the most diabolical thing I’ve encountered. She let me sip some wine and told me to begin.

I started with the 20 on my back. She had to tell me after the 7th one to hit harder. I responded and flailed the heck out of myself. She began playing with herself, sipping wine and telling me I was amusing her. When I got to the ones on my ass I turned with my ass to her and pouched it back and really whipped hard. At one point she let out a moan and said … oh I’m cumming; keep going. That excited me; I fed off her emotion and beat my ass harder. She hissed that was good at this. I turned to her and started whipping my tits. I winced several times as I’d hit a nipple and nearly doubled over in pain. She was turned on and slowly fingered herself again. She began chiding me if I did good I’d get a mouth full of her nectar, I went wild and flogged my tits back and forth. I started on my cunt she urged me to beat it harder, I responded, slow well spaced but hard hits at my cunt. She had another orgasm and told me to add five more because she was so turned on. My body was stinging and my mind was in some weird place but I did it.

When I finished she opened her legs and said get my tongue down here immediately. I dropped to my knees and sucked her again. While I did she ran her hands over my back and felt the heat rising. She fondled my tits and I did hers, but kept my face embedded in her pussy and brought her off. It was fucking unbelievable.

She ebbed; we kissed and finished the wine. She dribbled some pee in my glass and I drank it.

We concluded at that point. She had a few errands to run and things to pack. I dressed in the dress I wore down there and tucked the outfits in a shopping bag. We kissed and I promised her I’d not be a problem to anyone. I’m to keep her informed by email of my activities.