As soon as my meeting was over I drove to Mavis, arriving around 12:30. I stripped in the garage and entered the house naked. Mavis and Jas were waiting in the living room as I expected, but to my complete surprise Susan was there and another girl. I recognized her as the black girl who was with Katrina, Susan and Jasmine last fall when I was punished. I didn’t recall her name immediately until she reminded me it was Ellie.
I didn’t know what to think. This was a mini reunion I wasn’t expecting and an awkward embarrassment. For some reason Susan’s presence was distracting me and I couldn’t look her in the face. She strolled over to kiss me then bit my lip and pinched my ass. She said something to the effect that once a slut, always a slut. Jas and Ellie giggled at each other then gestured at me. Ellie asked if I remembered the beating I took that day, watching me take an enema and that I paid both of them 50$ when it was over. Admittedly I did; its not one of those things you quickly forget.
Jas was eager to demonstrate her new power over me to her mom and Ellie. I could just sense her caldron boiling. She came toward me dressed in green and white soccer shorts and a green soccer jersey with the number “9” on the back but Mavis stopped her.
Looking like the intuitive aunt she is, Mavis asked me why I’d gone into some deprived state this morning. I glanced at Susan who was eating this up and smirking worse than Jas. Timidly, I told Mavis about being reminded this morning of my status and it had gotten all over me. She cackled and said so you needed to come see aunt Mavis and get something you need. I said yes. She asked if I had a need for a beating. I nodded yes to which Mavis said … your head don’t rattle girl say it. I barely stammered that I wanted a beating. Mavis scowled at me and said louder. I muttered it out. She chuckled that I was going to get what I came for; then she nodded to Jas.
Like the Jas of old, she shoved me against the living room wall then punched me in the tummy. I gasped for breath and she slapped my face. I could hear Susan’s laughter. Jas shoved me at Ellie who wrapped her arms round me, pinning my arms against my sides. She literally lifted me off my feet even though she's no taller than me but must out weight me by 25-30 pounds. She dumped me on the sofa and Jas pounced on me while Ellie grabbed one leg and pulled it toward the ceiling. I remember struggling to get up but Jas pushed me back and both of them slapping me … face, tits, hips, and tummy. Somehow I managed to break free but one of them grabbed my hair from behind and I fell in the floor. I tried to get up. I remember Jas called me a bitch and spitting. They slapped me everywhere and raked their nails over me and grabbed my nipples. Somebody forced a knee into my cunt. I yelled and Mavis told them that was enough. Mercifully, they stopped. I was in the floor in a fetal position afraid to move. I could hear Susan laughing and cackling so loud the neighbors probably heard her.
Mavis told them to take me downstairs and tie me up. Somehow I got from the living room floor to the stairs by them roughly pushing and prodding me. I was afraid they’d push me down the stairs but they had enough common sense not to. Mavis and Susan followed behind. I saw coils of rope lying on the table and Jas used some to bind my wrists behind my back and more of it to tie my upper arms against my body. Mavis made some adjustments to what Jas and Ellie tied. Susan was still in stitches telling Jas she’d get a merit badge for ropes or something.
They told me to get in the cage and I attempted to crawl inside but Jas shoved me all the way in. I ended up lying on my right side half curled up, my right shoulder against the floor pan of the cage and my left shoulder against the side of the cage, my bound hands under me tucked in the angle formed by the floor pan and the side. She crawled partway inside the cage with more rope and tied my left ankle to left thigh and then tied the ankle to the side of the cage. She extended my right leg to the opposite side of the cage and roped that ankle, then yanked my foot up to the top of the cage. Ellie helped her from the outside and they tied it against the top, leaving my legs splayed apart and my cunt totally exposed. She shinned her way back out and locked the cage.
My heart was racing and I was gasping for breath. I lay there looking up at them, particularly Jas, listening to her brag. They gawked at me and my exposed cunt and commented how lonely it looked. Jas jumped on the top of the cage and glared down at me and spit at me. For an instance I derived this image of dominance personified. All I saw in her eyes was evil. She pulled her shorts aside and began pissing.. I couldn’t shift my position at all. I lay there feeling it splatter and soak the ropes and my body. Susan was still in hysterics and her laughter was becoming irritating. Jas jumped off and urged Ellie to piss. I glanced at Ellie and saw her taking off her grey shorts and blue panties. She leaned over the cage. I felt a tremendous spray hitting me across my left shoulder, spewing across my breasts and tummy. Susan stopped laughing long enough to wiggle out of her stretch pants and press her hips forward. She taunted me, telling me what a fool I was then pissed on me as well, some of it hitting my face and soaking my hair.
Mavis came over but didn’t pee. She thought an hour or so in the cage like this might be torture since I couldn’t get at my raging cunt. They went upstairs.
I lay there feeling the piss dry to a sticky residue and piss soaked ropes restraining me. The weight of my body compressed the floor pan and left me lying in a miniature lake of piss. If indeed Mavis was serious about an hour, I knew it was going to be a miserable hour. The ropes were cold from chilling piss. Jasmines behavior consumed me. This was the old Jas. Whether it was showing off for her friend, or the presence of her mom, I don’t know. Mavis for the most part seemed content to let it happen.
Voices continued bantering back and forth above me. To me it seemed like Susan and Jas were yelling back and forth. I heard a door shut and then silence.
In a few minutes Mavis came down alone. There wasn’t much of significance for me to say because my situation said more than words could have. Susan took the girls to a burger joint for take out and they’d be back. Then she chuckled and said she almost liked seeing Jas lose control. She folded her arms over her breast and said tell her what was going though my mind this morning. I told her that Jody had come down really hard on me about what a sub whore and slave I was and my emotions were worse than a teenager. I told her that we had a contract and essentially she owned me and made reference to a situation where she’d sell me if she felt like it and that if I were with her in NJ at the moment she’d have rented me to a friend a long time ago. The combination of thoughts Jody planted in my brain just hit me all at once and I had this strange feeling that I needed to demonstrate my slutiness. That led to calling her and here I am.
Mavis seemed extremely content. She commented that from her perspective I was getting what I needed her only regret was I didn’t have several days instead of several hours. She asked if the piss was getting sticky, I nodded. She said lets warm it up, walked over, raised her skirt; her piss gushed over me. She snorted at me then went back upstairs.
Her piss chilled on me as time passed. I heard them return and the commotion start again in the kitchen. I heard Jas yell and Mavis laughing. Shortly they came down, all four of them. Jas was a bundle of energy. She unlocked the cage, crawled in and untied my legs then roughly helped me out. Mavis told her to untie my upper body and wrists also.
She and Ellie pushed me around some more and mocked me. Jas was overeager, seemingly wanting to do everything all at once. Both she and Ellie were definitely revved up. Mavis brought her back into some form of reality. I was pushed over to the low table and forced onto it, my back on the table top and my hips at the edge of the table. Susan and Ellie held me down while Mavis and Jas tied my legs wide apart to two of the table legs and my wrists crossed above my head and against the table. They ran a rope from my wrists to the other two legs of the table. I was tied flat against the table and felt emotions surge through me knowing I was completely vulnerable. I saw Jas and Ellie strip and I got a look at Ellie’s fleshy but muscular body, her hairy cunt and moderately sized tits. They talked back and forth playfully arguing who would do what to me. I heard Jas say she wanted to give the old bitch the fucking she deserved.
In seconds Jas was fitted with a strappy. She started fucking my cunt while Ellie climbed on the table and sat over my face. My world disappeared under her hips and she pressed her pussy into my face. I began licking, tasting this teen for the first time. She was hairy, musky and sopping wet. Jas continued fucking me roughly, slamming the strappy into me. I felt a whip or something hitting my lower abdomen and heard Mavis calling me a wicked old whore. Jasmine’s fucking brought me to an explosive cumm and within moments Ellie gushed her orgasm over my face. Jas shouted it was her turn and Ellie moved off. When she did I caught a glimpse of the pearly strands of her cumm connecting her pussy with my mouth.
Jas mounted me, spitting at me then lowering her hips. She began riding me like the wild child she is. I felt the dildo penetrate me again, this time presumably Ellie. Jas kept rocking off on my face, raising her hips just in time to let me breath then slamming them down on me. In one of those wild moments I cast a quick glance toward my cunt. It was Susan who was fucking me. I moaned. The irony of Jas face sitting me and her mom fucking me send more surges through me. Jas came quickly, I felt the flow then she kept going. My cheeks and nose felt raw from her exuberance. Susan kept pounding me. Jas shifted her hips and mashed her slender ass right on my mouth. She called me a fucking white bitch. I was all that and more. Someone was twisting my nipples. I lay there and took it until I came again.
Jas lifted off me gleefully announcing that she’d cumm three times. My face felt like a sponge and I was a wreck. They untied me and let me sit up. Jas was rattling off a bunch of things. Mainly what she was saying was how cool it would be if she had a cage in her bedroom that I could stay in. Susan nixed the idea reminding her of her younger brother but Jas kept going, telling Susan they could send him to grandma’s for a visit. Jas was suddenly bantering back and forth with her mom like I’ve seen her do in the past. Finally she pleaded with Mavis. It reminded me of a child pleading with her mom to let her have a dog. Mavis was getting a kick out of all this and the issue was never resolved.
Susan reminded Jas she had to take her to soccer practice soon and she didn’t have time to argue. She, too, wanted a piece of me as she put in. She stripped off her stretch pants and climbed on the table on all 4’s, sticking her bubble butt back at me. I knelt behind her and placed my mouth on her pussy and my nose at her hole. She did a sweet moan and told me to get busy. Jas was chattering away but Mavis told her to hush and miraculously she did. That let me focus on Susan. I recall having the curious thought that privacy for Susan in front of her daughter’s friend must not be an issue. I licked her, ran my hands up under her blouse and fondled her breasts and did all I could to please her. I ended up sawing 3 fingers into her and sucking on her hole which put her in the right frame of mind. She really had a strong orgasm which added to the wetness on my face.
Susan dressed as had Jas and Ellie at that point. We said awkward good-byes. I thanked them for the experience. Susan chided me. Jas slapped my face one more time and told me I smelled like her mom’s cunt. They all went upstairs with Mavis and talked briefly and I heard the door shut then silence.
Mavis came back down. She stripped naked and sat in her chair. I well knew what was expected and nestled between her thighs and began worshipping her pussy. She stroked my hair, spoke briefly of how she thinks Jas is a precious child and has nice friends. I thought she had to be kidding but I nodded and continued eating her. She talked sexy at me, telling me maybe she should intervene with Susan about Jasmine’s request. I shuddered but kept using my fingers and mouth on her until she orgasmed. Mavis sat there beaming in the glow of what was accomplished in a short period of time. She seemed proud of herself and told me she was the one who told Susan that Jasmine’s friend Ellie should come over. She gloated that she was becoming like a grandmother to that child. I just listened.
She told me to clean up the basement, get the cage cleaned and then she’d give me soap, shampoo and a towel to wash up in the laundry sink. I filled a bucket with warm water and did a fairly decent job of getting myself presentable. Afterwards I thanked Mavis and reminded her my availability the next 3 weeks might be sparse. She indicated we’ll figure it out. I left there around 4:45.
Monday, July 20, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
July 15, 2009: The Visit
I was naked except for Lucite heels when Mavis, Joan and Hannah arrived at 10:10. when I opened the door in all my glory and looked into the smiling faces of three mature black women there were some minor comments but I gathered no one was really astonished by my nudity, which to me as a good thing.
They came inside and I knelt in the foyer, telling them how honored I felt to have them visit. Joan found that gesture amusing and Hannah commented she’d never in her life seen someone quite like me. I asked if I could get them something to drink, water, tea, coffee, wine, all of which I’d previously prepared. Mavis and Hannah wanted iced tea, Joan asked for coffee. They sat in the parlor and I was back with their drinks in a flash. I knelt in the floor.
Mavis said the main purpose of their visit was to see where I lived, how I lived and what surroundings I was used to. They expected a complete tour of the house and also wanted to see inside closets, drawers, cabinets, everything. If a different living situation was in my future, she wanted an idea of what I’d be giving up. After a tour of the house, they expected lunch and perhaps some personal attention.
With drinks in hand, I led them from the parlor to the dining room, through the butler pantry into the kitchen, the breakfast room, and great room. We slipped out onto the back porch (where I sit so many mornings talking to both of you), the upper deck and back inside. Throughout the tour, my butt was fondled more than once. All along the way I opened every drawer etc. we refilled drinks in the kitchen, Joan changed to white wine and I poured myself one also.
We went upstairs and did the guest bedroom, the spare room which hubby uses for a study, my study and finally the master bedroom. In my study I showed them where I keep my toy bag. In the master bedroom, we went through my closet, sparse as it is right now and all my drawers in the bureau.
We went back down to the main level, then down to the lower level and went through the downstairs family room, bedroom and bath, finally into the storage room where my cage is stored, then into the utility room then walked out onto the lower patio.
We came back inside. Mavis suggested I drag my cage out, assemble it, then go upstairs and fix lunch; they would sit in the lower level and talk. This surprised me somewhat but I did as told, assembled the cage while they watched, then returned to the kitchen. I prepared mixed greens on plates topped with chicken salad I’d made, sliced cheeses and olives and French bread. When they came up, I served them in the dining room, poured wine and I stood in the corner of the dining room. It felt odd but somehow purposeful. However Mavis told me to fix myself a plate, take it and my wine and go downstairs and eat in my cage. Joan followed me down and had me remove my heels then locked me in. She chuckled and said why would I expect anything different. Her other comment was that hopefully I knew enough not to think about frigging off.
To say that I felt odd is a gross understatement. They were guests in my home eating at my dining room table on my fine china. I, the supposed hostess, was naked and eating in a cage. Without anything sexual being done, it was a powerful comparison that I relinquished control, perhaps more willingly than I imagined, even in my own house. It was as subtle a demonstration of power exchange as I’ve experienced in a long time but the effect was profound and gnawed at me. They stayed up there forever but unlike Mavis basement where I hear sounds above me, I couldn’t hear a damn thing except the toilet flushing 2 or 3 times.
Eventually they come down and sat on the sofa and love seat in the family room, I shifted in my cage to face them. Joan had my toy bag. Mavis said this gave her a much clearer picture of what I’d give up should I leave. My stays in her basement would be more amusing and meaningful to her now, even if only a few hours or overnight. In essence she liked seeing what I gave up to be caged. Joan made it clear that her aunt derived a huge amount of satisfaction from controlling me and on several occasions Mavis gloated to her about what a rare opportunity it was. I felt about 2 inches high.
They talked about modifications to Mavis basement. Since there’s hot and cold water at the laundry sink, they talked about installing a small shower for me. She also mentioned enclosing the space under the basement steps as a storage space to keep me. They discussed options of Joan coming out to pick me up when Mavis wanted me … until I come to live with her … and driving me down there naked in the trunk of her car. But the main thing Mavis wants is an extended time I can be with her. She talked about how much she enjoyed my overnight stay a few weekends ago and definitely wants more.
Joan came over and unlocked the cage. She helped me out, handed me the toy bag and told me to go into the lower level bedroom indicating they each felt entitled to some private one on one time with me.
Hannah came in first. I took off her blouse, white slacks and white bra. She lay on the bed with her legs draped off the side she propped up on her elbows and told me to take her panties off. I slid them down and she said that is one of the most satisfying sights in the world, a white woman removing her panties, knowing I’m going to suck her. I leaned into her and began licking her pussy. Her full bush was extremely fragrant, perfumed and slightly moist. She moaned this was so much better than fucking in Mavis basement, almost lady like as she put it. She whispered for me to massage her breasts and I followed her requests, kneading her breasts and sucking on her until she moaned out an orgasm.
Hannah dressed and went out of the room. Joan entered, laughed a little and said is it my turn? I smiled back. She undressed and handed me a dildo then bent over the bed, sticking her ass back at me. She wanted a good fuck and a rim job. I knelt behind her and began kissing her ass then slid the dildo into her pussy. It took some time to get the right rhythm and concentration but I kept paying attention to her movements. She reached back and pulled her cheeks apart which made it easier to rim her hole. I alternated between rimming her and trying to tongue fuck her hole. She placed her hand over mine with the dildo and that brought her to the edge. When she screamed ram it now, I twisted the dildo in her and savored her orgasm.
Mavis came in as Joan was dressing. Without undressing, Mavis picked up a leather strap out of the toy bag and told me to bend over the brass footboard of the bed. She began whipping my ass and thighs, calling me a whore and slut. Joan stayed to watch. She kept whipping and telling me I loved it and thank her for beating me. She tossed a vibe at me and told me to press it on my clit while she beat me. The sensation was wicked. I had the shaft of vibe pressed hard against my clit and the end teasing part of my slit. Mavis kept flailing away at my ass. I told her I’d cumm but she said not until she says so. She yelled for Hannah to come in and watch. When she’d hit me about 20 times more she told me to cumm and I screamed out an orgasm. The whole time Mavis was name calling me. I lay there face down feeling myself ebb and Mavis fingers poking at my dripping cunt. Mavis told the other two to leave us alone. She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her skirt up. I pulled her panties down and buried my face into her. She stroked my hair and said things like … yes child, get what you need. Finally she lay back on the bed and I sensed her cumming.
We talked for a few minutes, mostly about today. She actually thanked me for paying such attention to serving them and told me as soon as I can come see her.
It wasn’t too long after that when they got their things and left.
They came inside and I knelt in the foyer, telling them how honored I felt to have them visit. Joan found that gesture amusing and Hannah commented she’d never in her life seen someone quite like me. I asked if I could get them something to drink, water, tea, coffee, wine, all of which I’d previously prepared. Mavis and Hannah wanted iced tea, Joan asked for coffee. They sat in the parlor and I was back with their drinks in a flash. I knelt in the floor.
Mavis said the main purpose of their visit was to see where I lived, how I lived and what surroundings I was used to. They expected a complete tour of the house and also wanted to see inside closets, drawers, cabinets, everything. If a different living situation was in my future, she wanted an idea of what I’d be giving up. After a tour of the house, they expected lunch and perhaps some personal attention.
With drinks in hand, I led them from the parlor to the dining room, through the butler pantry into the kitchen, the breakfast room, and great room. We slipped out onto the back porch (where I sit so many mornings talking to both of you), the upper deck and back inside. Throughout the tour, my butt was fondled more than once. All along the way I opened every drawer etc. we refilled drinks in the kitchen, Joan changed to white wine and I poured myself one also.
We went upstairs and did the guest bedroom, the spare room which hubby uses for a study, my study and finally the master bedroom. In my study I showed them where I keep my toy bag. In the master bedroom, we went through my closet, sparse as it is right now and all my drawers in the bureau.
We went back down to the main level, then down to the lower level and went through the downstairs family room, bedroom and bath, finally into the storage room where my cage is stored, then into the utility room then walked out onto the lower patio.
We came back inside. Mavis suggested I drag my cage out, assemble it, then go upstairs and fix lunch; they would sit in the lower level and talk. This surprised me somewhat but I did as told, assembled the cage while they watched, then returned to the kitchen. I prepared mixed greens on plates topped with chicken salad I’d made, sliced cheeses and olives and French bread. When they came up, I served them in the dining room, poured wine and I stood in the corner of the dining room. It felt odd but somehow purposeful. However Mavis told me to fix myself a plate, take it and my wine and go downstairs and eat in my cage. Joan followed me down and had me remove my heels then locked me in. She chuckled and said why would I expect anything different. Her other comment was that hopefully I knew enough not to think about frigging off.
To say that I felt odd is a gross understatement. They were guests in my home eating at my dining room table on my fine china. I, the supposed hostess, was naked and eating in a cage. Without anything sexual being done, it was a powerful comparison that I relinquished control, perhaps more willingly than I imagined, even in my own house. It was as subtle a demonstration of power exchange as I’ve experienced in a long time but the effect was profound and gnawed at me. They stayed up there forever but unlike Mavis basement where I hear sounds above me, I couldn’t hear a damn thing except the toilet flushing 2 or 3 times.
Eventually they come down and sat on the sofa and love seat in the family room, I shifted in my cage to face them. Joan had my toy bag. Mavis said this gave her a much clearer picture of what I’d give up should I leave. My stays in her basement would be more amusing and meaningful to her now, even if only a few hours or overnight. In essence she liked seeing what I gave up to be caged. Joan made it clear that her aunt derived a huge amount of satisfaction from controlling me and on several occasions Mavis gloated to her about what a rare opportunity it was. I felt about 2 inches high.
They talked about modifications to Mavis basement. Since there’s hot and cold water at the laundry sink, they talked about installing a small shower for me. She also mentioned enclosing the space under the basement steps as a storage space to keep me. They discussed options of Joan coming out to pick me up when Mavis wanted me … until I come to live with her … and driving me down there naked in the trunk of her car. But the main thing Mavis wants is an extended time I can be with her. She talked about how much she enjoyed my overnight stay a few weekends ago and definitely wants more.
Joan came over and unlocked the cage. She helped me out, handed me the toy bag and told me to go into the lower level bedroom indicating they each felt entitled to some private one on one time with me.
Hannah came in first. I took off her blouse, white slacks and white bra. She lay on the bed with her legs draped off the side she propped up on her elbows and told me to take her panties off. I slid them down and she said that is one of the most satisfying sights in the world, a white woman removing her panties, knowing I’m going to suck her. I leaned into her and began licking her pussy. Her full bush was extremely fragrant, perfumed and slightly moist. She moaned this was so much better than fucking in Mavis basement, almost lady like as she put it. She whispered for me to massage her breasts and I followed her requests, kneading her breasts and sucking on her until she moaned out an orgasm.
Hannah dressed and went out of the room. Joan entered, laughed a little and said is it my turn? I smiled back. She undressed and handed me a dildo then bent over the bed, sticking her ass back at me. She wanted a good fuck and a rim job. I knelt behind her and began kissing her ass then slid the dildo into her pussy. It took some time to get the right rhythm and concentration but I kept paying attention to her movements. She reached back and pulled her cheeks apart which made it easier to rim her hole. I alternated between rimming her and trying to tongue fuck her hole. She placed her hand over mine with the dildo and that brought her to the edge. When she screamed ram it now, I twisted the dildo in her and savored her orgasm.
Mavis came in as Joan was dressing. Without undressing, Mavis picked up a leather strap out of the toy bag and told me to bend over the brass footboard of the bed. She began whipping my ass and thighs, calling me a whore and slut. Joan stayed to watch. She kept whipping and telling me I loved it and thank her for beating me. She tossed a vibe at me and told me to press it on my clit while she beat me. The sensation was wicked. I had the shaft of vibe pressed hard against my clit and the end teasing part of my slit. Mavis kept flailing away at my ass. I told her I’d cumm but she said not until she says so. She yelled for Hannah to come in and watch. When she’d hit me about 20 times more she told me to cumm and I screamed out an orgasm. The whole time Mavis was name calling me. I lay there face down feeling myself ebb and Mavis fingers poking at my dripping cunt. Mavis told the other two to leave us alone. She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her skirt up. I pulled her panties down and buried my face into her. She stroked my hair and said things like … yes child, get what you need. Finally she lay back on the bed and I sensed her cumming.
We talked for a few minutes, mostly about today. She actually thanked me for paying such attention to serving them and told me as soon as I can come see her.
It wasn’t too long after that when they got their things and left.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
July 13, 2009: Frustration, then Satisfaction
I left here around 11:00. Since today was the first day of pouring rain we’ve had in a long time, Katrina told me to wear just my raincoat, heels, and I threw some items from my toy bag and other things into an oversized hand bag.
I got to Melissa’s around 11:30. Due to the pouring rain, there wasn’t much activity and we went straight out to the storage building which was still crammed with old clothing racks and junky office furniture.. Once inside, we kissed and she began fondling me. I could clearly tell she wanted to make up for lost time as did i. I started unbuttoning my raincoat.
Unfortunately, we heard someone jiggling the door knob and stopped. Another employee, a snotty old guy, came in and wanted to know why we were out in the shed. Melissa made up a quick story that I was interested in buying some of the old clothes racks and she was showing them to me. Some discussion ensued and the result was this grouchy old fart kept looking for something and would not leave. I didn’t want to get Melissa in trouble and said I’d come back later. We went out to the parking lot and talked. Melissa didn’t have freedom to take an extended lunch hour so we had to cancel our rendezvous. I was frustrated and so was she. We’ll have to try this again.
I drove out to see Rachael. By that time the rain had stopped, the sun was out and my raincoat looked awkward but it was all I had. Rachael was wearing a long skirt and a loose over blouse combo. She looked dynamite and I told her so. We talked for a long time, nothing in particular, just catching up. A couple with two kids came in and I sat while she did her thing. Their conversation became protracted and before they left the builder came in and joined the conversation. Rachael looked at me and shrugged her shoulders. When she had a free minute she apologized but I quickly told her, hey… it’s your job, go sell something, we’ll make arrangements another time.
Determined to make something happen and frustrated, I called Katrina who was holed up in the library working on her dissertation. She laughed at my bad luck and said her head wasn’t on her work today so let’s go fuck.
I got there shortly before her and waited until she arrived. Once we were inside, I stripped off the raincoat and we scurried upstairs to her bedroom. She stripped off her shorts and top and we fell into an embrace then onto the bed. I went after her with a hunger, first burying my face into her pussy, then backing off and slowly eating her until she was pulling me deeper into her by my hair. That sent me into la la land. I felt like I was being “forced” yet I wanted to do it so much. She same, rested and handed me a gel dildo which I clenched in my teeth and fucked her to another cumm. She told me to keep it between my teeth, lubed the dildo and her ass and turned so her ass was sticking back at me. I worked it into her and did a slow, methodical anal fuck.
We rested a moment, then I lay on my back, legs pulled over my head and she slapped my cunt and ass with her hand until I was on edge. I begged for my cumm and she rammed 3 fingers into me, then 4, told me she was going all the way and relax. She slowly slid her hand in me and fisted me. I yelled like hell but I felt so fucking controlled with her fist in me. I came twice before she withdrew. I was crying and laughing at the same time. She slowly withdrew and we concluded with me licking her ass.
We lay there for a while talking about Mavis and Jas and my servitude to them.
Afterwards, we went down to her basement and I rummaged thru my clothes, selected a few outfits I can wear for my work assignment which begins the middle of next week. When I left I dropped most of that off at the dry cleaners. I did promise, however, to wear slut clothes between now and then.
I may see her again on Friday, depends on her schedule.
I got to Melissa’s around 11:30. Due to the pouring rain, there wasn’t much activity and we went straight out to the storage building which was still crammed with old clothing racks and junky office furniture.. Once inside, we kissed and she began fondling me. I could clearly tell she wanted to make up for lost time as did i. I started unbuttoning my raincoat.
Unfortunately, we heard someone jiggling the door knob and stopped. Another employee, a snotty old guy, came in and wanted to know why we were out in the shed. Melissa made up a quick story that I was interested in buying some of the old clothes racks and she was showing them to me. Some discussion ensued and the result was this grouchy old fart kept looking for something and would not leave. I didn’t want to get Melissa in trouble and said I’d come back later. We went out to the parking lot and talked. Melissa didn’t have freedom to take an extended lunch hour so we had to cancel our rendezvous. I was frustrated and so was she. We’ll have to try this again.
I drove out to see Rachael. By that time the rain had stopped, the sun was out and my raincoat looked awkward but it was all I had. Rachael was wearing a long skirt and a loose over blouse combo. She looked dynamite and I told her so. We talked for a long time, nothing in particular, just catching up. A couple with two kids came in and I sat while she did her thing. Their conversation became protracted and before they left the builder came in and joined the conversation. Rachael looked at me and shrugged her shoulders. When she had a free minute she apologized but I quickly told her, hey… it’s your job, go sell something, we’ll make arrangements another time.
Determined to make something happen and frustrated, I called Katrina who was holed up in the library working on her dissertation. She laughed at my bad luck and said her head wasn’t on her work today so let’s go fuck.
I got there shortly before her and waited until she arrived. Once we were inside, I stripped off the raincoat and we scurried upstairs to her bedroom. She stripped off her shorts and top and we fell into an embrace then onto the bed. I went after her with a hunger, first burying my face into her pussy, then backing off and slowly eating her until she was pulling me deeper into her by my hair. That sent me into la la land. I felt like I was being “forced” yet I wanted to do it so much. She same, rested and handed me a gel dildo which I clenched in my teeth and fucked her to another cumm. She told me to keep it between my teeth, lubed the dildo and her ass and turned so her ass was sticking back at me. I worked it into her and did a slow, methodical anal fuck.
We rested a moment, then I lay on my back, legs pulled over my head and she slapped my cunt and ass with her hand until I was on edge. I begged for my cumm and she rammed 3 fingers into me, then 4, told me she was going all the way and relax. She slowly slid her hand in me and fisted me. I yelled like hell but I felt so fucking controlled with her fist in me. I came twice before she withdrew. I was crying and laughing at the same time. She slowly withdrew and we concluded with me licking her ass.
We lay there for a while talking about Mavis and Jas and my servitude to them.
Afterwards, we went down to her basement and I rummaged thru my clothes, selected a few outfits I can wear for my work assignment which begins the middle of next week. When I left I dropped most of that off at the dry cleaners. I did promise, however, to wear slut clothes between now and then.
I may see her again on Friday, depends on her schedule.
Friday, July 10, 2009
July 8, 2009: Back to Mavis
I remembered the instruction from Mavis about my hair. After I showered and dried my hair, I formed pigtails and loosely braided them, then slipped on a short skirt and top over my naked body and a pair of wedge heels. I looked myself in the mirror and shook my head, Jas was right I looked borderline stupid. Nonetheless these were my orders. I left about 10:30.
I arrived at Mavis around 10:55, stripped in the garage and walked to the house naked not knowing what to expect. When I entered Mavis and Jas were there. Mavis was in another Kaftan, an animal print, predominately in black, brown and tan tones. Jasmine had on a pair of royal blue gym shorts, a black tee and flip flops. I greeted Mavis by kissing her feet then she directed me to Jasmine’s feet which brought her girlish laughter. Mavis asked how sore my cunt and ass were from yesterdays beating. She wanted to examine me. Following her instruction, I cleared the coffee table, placed a towel on it and lay on my back with my legs drawn up and spread. She and Jas bent down, looked at me closely, ran their fingers lightly over my cunt and around my hole. Mavis probed for sensitivity with her finger and pointed out the soreness to Jas so she has a better idea of the effect of her whippings. In Mavis opinion my cunt and ass weren’t sore enough for someone who disobeyed her about seeing Molly and buying beer. She imagined Molly's mom would whip my oversexed cunt twice as hard as Jas did. She asked me to compare my sore ass now to the time months ago in Daphne’s garage when I got ass fucked until I spilled my filth; which hurt worse, I said the ass fuck did. Mavis nodded. Jas asked what she was talking about but Mavis said we’ll discuss that later. She asked if I’d frigged since yesterday and I had not.
Mavis took my purse and keys somewhere in the house and returned. She confirmed my time element for today, had I made arrangements to stay longer and I said until around 8:00. She said that would do.
They took me downstairs. Mavis said Jasmine was due a reward for yesterday. I was told to lie on my back on the low table. Jasmine stripped and immediately straddled me with her pussy in my face. I didn’t have to be told what was expected. I ate her pussy until she started riding my face and orgasmed. She called me an old bitch and to kiss her ass. I did and Mavis chuckled. They cuffed my hands behind me and Jas shoved me into the cage, locked it and hung the key around her neck. Mavis thought Jas made a good key keeper or jailer. They went upstairs.
I sat and thought about yesterday and for that matter, the last two months since I met Mavis and began seeing her more regularly. If anyone had told me a year ago that a 57 year old woman would have become a central focus of my slut activities I’d have said they’re crazy. If you’d lined up 10 strong black women … say Katrina, Alanna, Chanel, Pernilla, Jeanne, Daphne, Frayne, Tabitha, Susan, Mavis - and said guess the one that I’d be staying in a cage with on a weekly basis, Mavis would have been last one on my list.
I heard them puttering around in the kitchen and I assumed they were fixing lunch. I could hear their voices but as always I couldn’t grasp the conversation but it continued for quite some time. I sensed an urge to pee. Finally I gave in, peed, sat in it and waited.
Shortly they came down and Jas was carrying my toy bag. Mavis raised the hem of the kaftan, bunched the material around her waist and stepped to the side of the cage where I sat. Without saying a word, she peed on me; hitting the back of my neck, the braid on the right side of my head and spraying piss down my right side and hip. She had Jas pull her shorts off and do the same and her piss hit me mid tummy and streamed down over my cunt. Mavis bluntly reminded her that I am nothing more than a toilet and she should use me just like she uses a commode. They went upstairs and turned out the light.
I sat in darkness for quite some time until I heard a door open and voices above me. Laughter and conversation ensued until the basement door opened and Jas, followed by Mavis and Joan came downstairs. Joan had on tight black slacks, black spiked heels and a champagne colored blouse and looked dynamite. Joan came over and spoke to me, smiled sweetly, remarked that I looked absolutely piggish and said she’d hear about yesterday. She unlocked the cage and helped me out then gestured to my bruised cunt and asked Jas did she do this? Jas responded proudly and beamed.
Mavis unlocked the handcuffs and let me stretch my arms then ordered me to stand with my feet spread wider than shoulder width, hands clasped behind me and my tits sticking out. Joan admonished me for being such a slut and told me I looked foolish in my braids particularly since the right one was pee soaked. Mavis and Jas joined in and the three of them commented back and forth about my appearance. They continued hurling disparaging remarks at me about my nakedness, my beaten cunt and ass, my hard nipples and grammar school hairstyle. Joan said I had the mind of a slut whose brains had sunk to her cunt. They kept commenting about my hair. This was getting to me. I felt my cunt tingling and I wanted to rub off so bad. Why, I don’t know, probably because I knew deep within they were right.
They saw my hips and thighs flexing in a rhythm. Mavis snorted and said look at me, I d sell my soul to the devil for an orgasm right now. I murmured yes Maam. She told me to play with my nipples for them. Shamed, I moved my hands to my nipples and began flicking and lightly twisting them. They stood in front of me and kept commenting and finally Mavis asked me if I wanted a cumm. I said yes. She told me to stop playing with my nipples and put my hands at my side. The three of them whispered until Jas came over and said she might let me have an orgasm after they finished with me.
Mavis positioned my hands behind me and took leather bondage cuffs from my toy bag and wrapped one around each wrist connecting them with a padlock. I began to go into subspace. She ran a rope through the hasp of the padlock and had Jas stand on the table and throw it over a beam supporting the main floor then looped it through the hasp again and drew it tight, which forced my upper body parallel to the floor and my arms pulled up behind me toward the ceiling. She and Joan separated my legs and wrapped leather cuffs around each ankle and tied ropes from the D-ring of each cuff to objects in the basement. My feet were probably about four feet apart and my butt was sticking back. Mentally I compared the similarity of this position to the day in Daphne’s garage when Mavis had Daphne fuck my ass until I messed.
My thoughts weren’t too far off because Mavis asked if this position brought back memories. I nodded. She began telling Joan and Jas about that day over two months ago when I was ass fucked and she spared no detail in describing that humiliation and my mess. Jas was fascinated. Mavis told Jas that she put me in this position for two reasons … that it was a good position to beat my ass again and after they did that, Jas was going to experience what it was like to ass fuck an old white whore to humiliation. I groaned and knew all my truthfulness about my sore cunt and ass meant nothing to them.
Jas picked up the crop and a thin leather paddle. Mavis stopped her and suggested she add clamps and weights to my nipples, that each time she hit my ass; the weights would swing and torment my nipples. Jasmine used clover clamps and two weights to each which yanked my tits down. Joan sat in the chair and said this was probably going to be better that a movie with free popcorn. Jas got behind me and swung the paddle at my ass. I let out a yell. Mavis told her now you have her attention and she knows you mean business, so lighten up, use a lot of strokes to warm her up and then hit harder. As far as I could tell, Jas followed her instructions to the letter because within minutes every inch of my ass and upper thighs felt like they were on fire and my nipples were in agony from the pain of the weights swinging.
The doorbell rang and Mavis told her to stop while she checked it out. I heard laughter and she came back down with Katrina. I sighed in lust at her in tight short shorts and a halter top. She showed mock surprise that they started without her. She and Joan introduced themselves, hugged and then Katrina came over to me and patted my reddened ass cheeks, telling me I was probably getting what I deserved and was I happy. She pulled my head back and kissed my cheeks and went … oh yuck you smell just like piss. She went back over to Joan and they sat on the table and started talking about me. I heard her ask Joan if I’d done a good job satisfying her the time I went to her apartment.
Mavis told Jas to take the clamps and weights off my nipples and start using the crop to beat my tits concentrating on hitting the nipples which would be highly sensitive from being clamped. When she took the clamps off I yelled. She began swinging at my tits which brought tears to me eyes and pleas of mercy. Mavis told her to ignore me and keep beating. I glanced at Katrina and saw she and Joan were sitting shoulder to shoulder smiling and giggling back and forth. Katrina told Jas that I liked pain and not to disappoint me. I said … oh Gawd no, please. Jas responded with a swing of the crop that sent pain into my left nipple beyond belief. Mavis stepped in and pulled my head back by my braids and said … tell Jas to hit you harder, slut. I muttered to Jas that she could hit me harder. I remember Mavis yelling out, “Go on; torture the bitch! She corrupted you and those white girls!” As if this wasn’t torture already Jas increased the intensity. By then tears were streaming down my cheeks.
While Jas kept hitting my tits and tummy, Mavis picked up something, a bondage strap I think, moved behind me and started whipping between my legs, hitting my cunt. After several minutes of this Katrina got off the table and came behind me and pulled my ass cheeks apart so Mavis could hit my ass hole. She told Mavis I’d taken 75 strokes on my hole once and 100 strokes another time so don’t be afraid to hit. I don’t know how many I took but Jas stopped hitting my tits and came back where Mavis was and it seemed like they alternated strokes. Jas also proudly announced that she was present when I got the 75 strokes last year.
When it was over, I don’t think there was a spot on my ass, cunt, thighs, tits, back and tummy that hadn’t been beaten. Some time in the process, I’d pissed again.
Mavis went upstairs and came back with a bottle of mineral oil. She showed it to my blurry eyes and said guess what comes next. She called me a despicable bitch, a corruptor and a harlot. She started oiling my swollen ass hole, jamming oil soaked fingers inside me, and doing it over and over. She smeared some around my cunt, over my ass cheeks, and upper thighs. I was begging no. I saw Jas with oily hands grabbing my tits smearing oil on them and also my face.
I was in a state of disbelief. I couldn’t cry anymore. I was numb and felt totally objectified. Part of me had no idea how I’d ever wash this off and part of me still couldn’t believe it was happening. I remember Mavis saying it’s too bad I can’t stay the night so Jas can have her friends come for a sleep over. I saw Jas naked with Joan fitting the strappy around her skinny waist. Then she disappeared behind me. The next thing I remember was the dildo poking past my swollen, beaten ring and penetrating me slowly. I groaned. I could hear Mavis voice coaching Jas and feel the dildo going deeper. At one point they pulled it out pushed more oil into my gapping hole and the fucking beginning again. Jas kept stroking the dildo in and out of me. My ass was experiencing about the worst pain I can ever remember. She slid it out and someone, Mavis I think, worked more oil inside me. The fucking started again. Mavis told me the fucking doesn’t stop until I spill my guts. I let out a moan and felt my bowels moving. I was lost and knew it was inevitable. Mavis sensed it and yelled tell me when I was ready. She started frigging me off. I groaned and nodded, took a few more strokes and shouted … now! I started cumming. The dildo slipped out and I experienced a weird sensation; I was trying to hold it back and expel all at the same time all in the midst of cumming. I felt my mess sliding out of me and I cried and shook all over at the same time.
Jas youthful voice was ecstatic. I was mortified. Other than Jas laughter nobody said anything. My foul odor immediately penetrated the basement. Katrina came over to me, knelt under me and said its okay baby, you did great. She wiped away some tears and kissed me. That helped calm me. She asked me if I was okay. I shook my head yes but both of us knew I wasn’t. I knew I’d crossed a threshold with Jas and Mavis that could never be undone. She whispered that what I just experienced was necessary and fell under the category of what she talked to me about yesterday … that I would be available for anything. She smiled and said “anything” is a very broad term. She went over to Mavis and they whispered for a moment. She came back and said they would untie me and have me clean up my mess but the day wasn’t over. I nodded. Mavis went upstairs and returned with a roll of paper towels, toilet paper, a wet sponge, some Lysol spray, a wet towel and a trash bag. Katrina untied each of my ankles, then stood and untied the rope stretching my hands to the ceiling. She eased my arms back down and helped me stand and unlocked the padlock on the cuffs. She rubbed my shoulders and kissed me lightly again and at the same time, told me to get down and clean up my mess and wipe my ass while they watched.
I pulled some toilet paper off the roll and started to wipe my ass. My emotions really surged and a wave of humiliation rolled through me about how degrading this was, especially in front of Jas. Nonetheless I wiped myself, tossed the soiled toilet paper in the trash bag. I wiped my inner cheeks and legs then used the sponge and the wet towel to clean myself thoroughly, including wiping some of the oil off me. No one spoke. Then I started picking up my mess with paper towels until I had it all in the trash bag. I took Lysol spray and the sponge and did the floor and also the cage. When I was finished, I looked at Katrina then Mavis and finally at Joan. I couldn’t bring myself to look at Jas. I was too humiliated.
Katrina said she needed a few minutes with her girl and would one of them bring her some ointment to treat the places where my skin was broken. They went upstairs taking the messy trash bag with them. Mavis came down with an antibiotic ointment, asked if I was okay then went back upstairs and left us alone. Katrina told me I was wonderful and it was turning point for her to watch me have this experience. I almost thought it was preplanned but I stopped short of drawing that conclusion. I told her I loved her and she replied the same. She asked again if I was okay and could continue for a few more hours, that it was after five now. I told her I would stick to my commitment. She patted my face and said she knew I would and I’d have some significant time off. She told me she and Joan were leaving but she would tell Mavis I needed lots of liquid to drink and something to eat. We kissed again and she went upstairs.
I stood there for a moment then wobbled over to the chair and sat down as softly as I could, I looked at my body and I was covered with whip marks. It didn’t matter.
Mavis came back down with a pitcher of iced tea and a glass and asked me how I felt. She said she Joan and Katrina were going out to get Chinese and bring something back for me and Jas. Jas would stay behind as my babysitter. She asked what I wanted and I said shrimp fried rice. She nodded and told me to get back in the cage. I did and she locked me in.
I heard them leave and Jas came down. She sat in Mavis chair and smirked at me. I realized here I was a 48 y/o woman with a 15 y/o babysitter. Somehow the humiliation never stopped. Jas talked about how she’d pestered Katrina for almost a year to have me. She told me she bragged to her friends about what she’d done to me in the times we’d been together. She said Mavis told her soon she could have her friends meet me. She started rattling off her friends describing them. I couldn’t keep them straight, I just sat and listened. Finally she stopped mid sentence and said she was horny again thinking about it. She asked if I liked being in the cage and I said it wasn’t a like or dislike but something I’d been trained to do. She asked if I liked the beating and the ass fucking. I tired to explain it was a step in a process that had begum long ago. I’m not sure how clearly she understood. She asked me to describe was being a masochist was really like. Again I told her it was the way I was wired and a result of some adolescent experiences. I described them and she listen intently. Finally she said now she was really horny and Mavis told her to leave me in the cage but she wanted another cumm. If she let me out would I make her cumm and not try to run away. I said I can’t run away, she and Mavis hid my car keys and purse. She said if I gave her trouble she could probably beat me up. I said I know she can and I was too weak to resist. She unlocked the cage and had me crawl to her. She stripped nude, spread her legs and pulled her small labia apart. I didn’t try to resist. I licked her then she had me move up and suck on her small tits. While I was sucking her she said Mavis told her she owned my mouth and maybe someday she would too. I didn’t think she fully understood that but I didn’t question her. I just sucked on her nipples until she moved my face back to her pussy saying she was ready to cumm. I licked her until she did. Then I did the strangest thing; I thanked her. She laughed and said what a bitch I was, now get back in my cage. I did and she locked it. She went upstairs. I sat there and tried not to think what I’d just done. I felt I had no choice; if she wanted a cumm, it was my duty to make it happen. I felt lower than dirt.
I heard Mavis come back. They came down with cartons of food and plates. When they unlocked the cage they dumped my food on a plate and Mavis told me I could use my hands I knelt there and ate like a dog while they sat and ate, talking back and forth. I drank two glasses of tea and felt better. Mavis said Joan and Katrina had gone out for the evening. I nodded. Jas didn’t say anything about having me eat her nor did it.
When they finished, I was put back in the cage and they went upstairs. Jas needed to catch the bus to get home. She waved and gave me this smirk. I didn’t see her again the rest of the time.
I sat there until Mavis came down and told me it was about 8:00. She told me Katrina had insisted I be allowed the luxury of a shower because my old man was certain to be home and I needed to look somewhat respectable and not cause suspicion. She unlocked me but sat in her chair and told me to eat her before I showered and she definitely wanted a cumm for all she did for me today. She sat and I raised her kaftan and hugged her hips and worshiped her pussy. I used fingers, tongue and mouth until she tensed her legs and moaned. I savored her for a moment while she ebbed and said that was what she had in mind. She led me upstairs to a bathroom. Trust me I don’t think a hot shower has ever felt so good. I unbraided my hair and washed myself twice all over. I dried off and Mavis had my keys and purse waiting for me. We talked a moment, I thanked her and she told me to get my slut ass out of there. I went to the garage and dressed, checked myself over and left.
I arrived at Mavis around 10:55, stripped in the garage and walked to the house naked not knowing what to expect. When I entered Mavis and Jas were there. Mavis was in another Kaftan, an animal print, predominately in black, brown and tan tones. Jasmine had on a pair of royal blue gym shorts, a black tee and flip flops. I greeted Mavis by kissing her feet then she directed me to Jasmine’s feet which brought her girlish laughter. Mavis asked how sore my cunt and ass were from yesterdays beating. She wanted to examine me. Following her instruction, I cleared the coffee table, placed a towel on it and lay on my back with my legs drawn up and spread. She and Jas bent down, looked at me closely, ran their fingers lightly over my cunt and around my hole. Mavis probed for sensitivity with her finger and pointed out the soreness to Jas so she has a better idea of the effect of her whippings. In Mavis opinion my cunt and ass weren’t sore enough for someone who disobeyed her about seeing Molly and buying beer. She imagined Molly's mom would whip my oversexed cunt twice as hard as Jas did. She asked me to compare my sore ass now to the time months ago in Daphne’s garage when I got ass fucked until I spilled my filth; which hurt worse, I said the ass fuck did. Mavis nodded. Jas asked what she was talking about but Mavis said we’ll discuss that later. She asked if I’d frigged since yesterday and I had not.
Mavis took my purse and keys somewhere in the house and returned. She confirmed my time element for today, had I made arrangements to stay longer and I said until around 8:00. She said that would do.
They took me downstairs. Mavis said Jasmine was due a reward for yesterday. I was told to lie on my back on the low table. Jasmine stripped and immediately straddled me with her pussy in my face. I didn’t have to be told what was expected. I ate her pussy until she started riding my face and orgasmed. She called me an old bitch and to kiss her ass. I did and Mavis chuckled. They cuffed my hands behind me and Jas shoved me into the cage, locked it and hung the key around her neck. Mavis thought Jas made a good key keeper or jailer. They went upstairs.
I sat and thought about yesterday and for that matter, the last two months since I met Mavis and began seeing her more regularly. If anyone had told me a year ago that a 57 year old woman would have become a central focus of my slut activities I’d have said they’re crazy. If you’d lined up 10 strong black women … say Katrina, Alanna, Chanel, Pernilla, Jeanne, Daphne, Frayne, Tabitha, Susan, Mavis - and said guess the one that I’d be staying in a cage with on a weekly basis, Mavis would have been last one on my list.
I heard them puttering around in the kitchen and I assumed they were fixing lunch. I could hear their voices but as always I couldn’t grasp the conversation but it continued for quite some time. I sensed an urge to pee. Finally I gave in, peed, sat in it and waited.
Shortly they came down and Jas was carrying my toy bag. Mavis raised the hem of the kaftan, bunched the material around her waist and stepped to the side of the cage where I sat. Without saying a word, she peed on me; hitting the back of my neck, the braid on the right side of my head and spraying piss down my right side and hip. She had Jas pull her shorts off and do the same and her piss hit me mid tummy and streamed down over my cunt. Mavis bluntly reminded her that I am nothing more than a toilet and she should use me just like she uses a commode. They went upstairs and turned out the light.
I sat in darkness for quite some time until I heard a door open and voices above me. Laughter and conversation ensued until the basement door opened and Jas, followed by Mavis and Joan came downstairs. Joan had on tight black slacks, black spiked heels and a champagne colored blouse and looked dynamite. Joan came over and spoke to me, smiled sweetly, remarked that I looked absolutely piggish and said she’d hear about yesterday. She unlocked the cage and helped me out then gestured to my bruised cunt and asked Jas did she do this? Jas responded proudly and beamed.
Mavis unlocked the handcuffs and let me stretch my arms then ordered me to stand with my feet spread wider than shoulder width, hands clasped behind me and my tits sticking out. Joan admonished me for being such a slut and told me I looked foolish in my braids particularly since the right one was pee soaked. Mavis and Jas joined in and the three of them commented back and forth about my appearance. They continued hurling disparaging remarks at me about my nakedness, my beaten cunt and ass, my hard nipples and grammar school hairstyle. Joan said I had the mind of a slut whose brains had sunk to her cunt. They kept commenting about my hair. This was getting to me. I felt my cunt tingling and I wanted to rub off so bad. Why, I don’t know, probably because I knew deep within they were right.
They saw my hips and thighs flexing in a rhythm. Mavis snorted and said look at me, I d sell my soul to the devil for an orgasm right now. I murmured yes Maam. She told me to play with my nipples for them. Shamed, I moved my hands to my nipples and began flicking and lightly twisting them. They stood in front of me and kept commenting and finally Mavis asked me if I wanted a cumm. I said yes. She told me to stop playing with my nipples and put my hands at my side. The three of them whispered until Jas came over and said she might let me have an orgasm after they finished with me.
Mavis positioned my hands behind me and took leather bondage cuffs from my toy bag and wrapped one around each wrist connecting them with a padlock. I began to go into subspace. She ran a rope through the hasp of the padlock and had Jas stand on the table and throw it over a beam supporting the main floor then looped it through the hasp again and drew it tight, which forced my upper body parallel to the floor and my arms pulled up behind me toward the ceiling. She and Joan separated my legs and wrapped leather cuffs around each ankle and tied ropes from the D-ring of each cuff to objects in the basement. My feet were probably about four feet apart and my butt was sticking back. Mentally I compared the similarity of this position to the day in Daphne’s garage when Mavis had Daphne fuck my ass until I messed.
My thoughts weren’t too far off because Mavis asked if this position brought back memories. I nodded. She began telling Joan and Jas about that day over two months ago when I was ass fucked and she spared no detail in describing that humiliation and my mess. Jas was fascinated. Mavis told Jas that she put me in this position for two reasons … that it was a good position to beat my ass again and after they did that, Jas was going to experience what it was like to ass fuck an old white whore to humiliation. I groaned and knew all my truthfulness about my sore cunt and ass meant nothing to them.
Jas picked up the crop and a thin leather paddle. Mavis stopped her and suggested she add clamps and weights to my nipples, that each time she hit my ass; the weights would swing and torment my nipples. Jasmine used clover clamps and two weights to each which yanked my tits down. Joan sat in the chair and said this was probably going to be better that a movie with free popcorn. Jas got behind me and swung the paddle at my ass. I let out a yell. Mavis told her now you have her attention and she knows you mean business, so lighten up, use a lot of strokes to warm her up and then hit harder. As far as I could tell, Jas followed her instructions to the letter because within minutes every inch of my ass and upper thighs felt like they were on fire and my nipples were in agony from the pain of the weights swinging.
The doorbell rang and Mavis told her to stop while she checked it out. I heard laughter and she came back down with Katrina. I sighed in lust at her in tight short shorts and a halter top. She showed mock surprise that they started without her. She and Joan introduced themselves, hugged and then Katrina came over to me and patted my reddened ass cheeks, telling me I was probably getting what I deserved and was I happy. She pulled my head back and kissed my cheeks and went … oh yuck you smell just like piss. She went back over to Joan and they sat on the table and started talking about me. I heard her ask Joan if I’d done a good job satisfying her the time I went to her apartment.
Mavis told Jas to take the clamps and weights off my nipples and start using the crop to beat my tits concentrating on hitting the nipples which would be highly sensitive from being clamped. When she took the clamps off I yelled. She began swinging at my tits which brought tears to me eyes and pleas of mercy. Mavis told her to ignore me and keep beating. I glanced at Katrina and saw she and Joan were sitting shoulder to shoulder smiling and giggling back and forth. Katrina told Jas that I liked pain and not to disappoint me. I said … oh Gawd no, please. Jas responded with a swing of the crop that sent pain into my left nipple beyond belief. Mavis stepped in and pulled my head back by my braids and said … tell Jas to hit you harder, slut. I muttered to Jas that she could hit me harder. I remember Mavis yelling out, “Go on; torture the bitch! She corrupted you and those white girls!” As if this wasn’t torture already Jas increased the intensity. By then tears were streaming down my cheeks.
While Jas kept hitting my tits and tummy, Mavis picked up something, a bondage strap I think, moved behind me and started whipping between my legs, hitting my cunt. After several minutes of this Katrina got off the table and came behind me and pulled my ass cheeks apart so Mavis could hit my ass hole. She told Mavis I’d taken 75 strokes on my hole once and 100 strokes another time so don’t be afraid to hit. I don’t know how many I took but Jas stopped hitting my tits and came back where Mavis was and it seemed like they alternated strokes. Jas also proudly announced that she was present when I got the 75 strokes last year.
When it was over, I don’t think there was a spot on my ass, cunt, thighs, tits, back and tummy that hadn’t been beaten. Some time in the process, I’d pissed again.
Mavis went upstairs and came back with a bottle of mineral oil. She showed it to my blurry eyes and said guess what comes next. She called me a despicable bitch, a corruptor and a harlot. She started oiling my swollen ass hole, jamming oil soaked fingers inside me, and doing it over and over. She smeared some around my cunt, over my ass cheeks, and upper thighs. I was begging no. I saw Jas with oily hands grabbing my tits smearing oil on them and also my face.
I was in a state of disbelief. I couldn’t cry anymore. I was numb and felt totally objectified. Part of me had no idea how I’d ever wash this off and part of me still couldn’t believe it was happening. I remember Mavis saying it’s too bad I can’t stay the night so Jas can have her friends come for a sleep over. I saw Jas naked with Joan fitting the strappy around her skinny waist. Then she disappeared behind me. The next thing I remember was the dildo poking past my swollen, beaten ring and penetrating me slowly. I groaned. I could hear Mavis voice coaching Jas and feel the dildo going deeper. At one point they pulled it out pushed more oil into my gapping hole and the fucking beginning again. Jas kept stroking the dildo in and out of me. My ass was experiencing about the worst pain I can ever remember. She slid it out and someone, Mavis I think, worked more oil inside me. The fucking started again. Mavis told me the fucking doesn’t stop until I spill my guts. I let out a moan and felt my bowels moving. I was lost and knew it was inevitable. Mavis sensed it and yelled tell me when I was ready. She started frigging me off. I groaned and nodded, took a few more strokes and shouted … now! I started cumming. The dildo slipped out and I experienced a weird sensation; I was trying to hold it back and expel all at the same time all in the midst of cumming. I felt my mess sliding out of me and I cried and shook all over at the same time.
Jas youthful voice was ecstatic. I was mortified. Other than Jas laughter nobody said anything. My foul odor immediately penetrated the basement. Katrina came over to me, knelt under me and said its okay baby, you did great. She wiped away some tears and kissed me. That helped calm me. She asked me if I was okay. I shook my head yes but both of us knew I wasn’t. I knew I’d crossed a threshold with Jas and Mavis that could never be undone. She whispered that what I just experienced was necessary and fell under the category of what she talked to me about yesterday … that I would be available for anything. She smiled and said “anything” is a very broad term. She went over to Mavis and they whispered for a moment. She came back and said they would untie me and have me clean up my mess but the day wasn’t over. I nodded. Mavis went upstairs and returned with a roll of paper towels, toilet paper, a wet sponge, some Lysol spray, a wet towel and a trash bag. Katrina untied each of my ankles, then stood and untied the rope stretching my hands to the ceiling. She eased my arms back down and helped me stand and unlocked the padlock on the cuffs. She rubbed my shoulders and kissed me lightly again and at the same time, told me to get down and clean up my mess and wipe my ass while they watched.
I pulled some toilet paper off the roll and started to wipe my ass. My emotions really surged and a wave of humiliation rolled through me about how degrading this was, especially in front of Jas. Nonetheless I wiped myself, tossed the soiled toilet paper in the trash bag. I wiped my inner cheeks and legs then used the sponge and the wet towel to clean myself thoroughly, including wiping some of the oil off me. No one spoke. Then I started picking up my mess with paper towels until I had it all in the trash bag. I took Lysol spray and the sponge and did the floor and also the cage. When I was finished, I looked at Katrina then Mavis and finally at Joan. I couldn’t bring myself to look at Jas. I was too humiliated.
Katrina said she needed a few minutes with her girl and would one of them bring her some ointment to treat the places where my skin was broken. They went upstairs taking the messy trash bag with them. Mavis came down with an antibiotic ointment, asked if I was okay then went back upstairs and left us alone. Katrina told me I was wonderful and it was turning point for her to watch me have this experience. I almost thought it was preplanned but I stopped short of drawing that conclusion. I told her I loved her and she replied the same. She asked again if I was okay and could continue for a few more hours, that it was after five now. I told her I would stick to my commitment. She patted my face and said she knew I would and I’d have some significant time off. She told me she and Joan were leaving but she would tell Mavis I needed lots of liquid to drink and something to eat. We kissed again and she went upstairs.
I stood there for a moment then wobbled over to the chair and sat down as softly as I could, I looked at my body and I was covered with whip marks. It didn’t matter.
Mavis came back down with a pitcher of iced tea and a glass and asked me how I felt. She said she Joan and Katrina were going out to get Chinese and bring something back for me and Jas. Jas would stay behind as my babysitter. She asked what I wanted and I said shrimp fried rice. She nodded and told me to get back in the cage. I did and she locked me in.
I heard them leave and Jas came down. She sat in Mavis chair and smirked at me. I realized here I was a 48 y/o woman with a 15 y/o babysitter. Somehow the humiliation never stopped. Jas talked about how she’d pestered Katrina for almost a year to have me. She told me she bragged to her friends about what she’d done to me in the times we’d been together. She said Mavis told her soon she could have her friends meet me. She started rattling off her friends describing them. I couldn’t keep them straight, I just sat and listened. Finally she stopped mid sentence and said she was horny again thinking about it. She asked if I liked being in the cage and I said it wasn’t a like or dislike but something I’d been trained to do. She asked if I liked the beating and the ass fucking. I tired to explain it was a step in a process that had begum long ago. I’m not sure how clearly she understood. She asked me to describe was being a masochist was really like. Again I told her it was the way I was wired and a result of some adolescent experiences. I described them and she listen intently. Finally she said now she was really horny and Mavis told her to leave me in the cage but she wanted another cumm. If she let me out would I make her cumm and not try to run away. I said I can’t run away, she and Mavis hid my car keys and purse. She said if I gave her trouble she could probably beat me up. I said I know she can and I was too weak to resist. She unlocked the cage and had me crawl to her. She stripped nude, spread her legs and pulled her small labia apart. I didn’t try to resist. I licked her then she had me move up and suck on her small tits. While I was sucking her she said Mavis told her she owned my mouth and maybe someday she would too. I didn’t think she fully understood that but I didn’t question her. I just sucked on her nipples until she moved my face back to her pussy saying she was ready to cumm. I licked her until she did. Then I did the strangest thing; I thanked her. She laughed and said what a bitch I was, now get back in my cage. I did and she locked it. She went upstairs. I sat there and tried not to think what I’d just done. I felt I had no choice; if she wanted a cumm, it was my duty to make it happen. I felt lower than dirt.
I heard Mavis come back. They came down with cartons of food and plates. When they unlocked the cage they dumped my food on a plate and Mavis told me I could use my hands I knelt there and ate like a dog while they sat and ate, talking back and forth. I drank two glasses of tea and felt better. Mavis said Joan and Katrina had gone out for the evening. I nodded. Jas didn’t say anything about having me eat her nor did it.
When they finished, I was put back in the cage and they went upstairs. Jas needed to catch the bus to get home. She waved and gave me this smirk. I didn’t see her again the rest of the time.
I sat there until Mavis came down and told me it was about 8:00. She told me Katrina had insisted I be allowed the luxury of a shower because my old man was certain to be home and I needed to look somewhat respectable and not cause suspicion. She unlocked me but sat in her chair and told me to eat her before I showered and she definitely wanted a cumm for all she did for me today. She sat and I raised her kaftan and hugged her hips and worshiped her pussy. I used fingers, tongue and mouth until she tensed her legs and moaned. I savored her for a moment while she ebbed and said that was what she had in mind. She led me upstairs to a bathroom. Trust me I don’t think a hot shower has ever felt so good. I unbraided my hair and washed myself twice all over. I dried off and Mavis had my keys and purse waiting for me. We talked a moment, I thanked her and she told me to get my slut ass out of there. I went to the garage and dressed, checked myself over and left.
July 7, 2009: mavis, jas, katrina
Blog 09 07 07 at Mavis
I threw on a mini, a halter top and heels; grabbed my toy bag and reluctantly printed a copy of my last day with Molly. I knew it would not go over big with Mavis but after being told about three times to do it, I dared not disobey. Either way I knew I’d get a beating and as so often happened, I was caught between a rock and a hard place. I tried to quell the fears of Mavis reaction plus the fact that Jasmine was to be there with the knowledge that Katrina would be there and I hadn’t seen her in two weeks.
Katrina’s car was in the street when I arrived. I drove into the garage and put the door down. I left my clothes and walked to the house naked. When I entered, I saw Katrina and Mavis sitting on the sofa and Jasmine draped over a chair. This was awkward and the evil grin on her face was the first thing that got to me. Katrina stood, and I caught the full effect of her long floral skirt and black strapped top and heels. I literally melted in her embrace. I wanted to serve her immediately without all the distraction of the others present. After a few words of welcome, she directed me to Mavis and I knelt at her feet. She was dressed in a purple kaftan with gold trim, gold heels and looked totally regal. After kissing her toes she turned me to Jasmine who was wearing a red tee and a denim mini cut so short it left nothing to the imagination. She stuck a foot in my face when I kneeled and she couldn’t contain her laughter as I kissed her foot. Mavis told me to refill their glasses of lemonade, mix vodka in hers and Katrina’s and make one for myself. Jasmine was not allowed alcohol. When I returned with a tray of drinks and served everybody I knelt on the floor facing them. I was nervous and it showed.
Katrina took charge of the conversation and quickly asked me if I had something for Mavis. Sheepishly, I said yes Maam and crawled to my toy bag by the door. I handed Mavis the four pages and knelt again. Mavis read the description silently and I could see her face wrinkle and a look of disdain as she’d occasionally stop and peer at me over the top of the pages. When she finished she handed the pages to me with a command to give them to Jasmine. Katrina had a blank expression while Jasmine read and laughed and kept reading. I could feel my heart beating like a drum. Otherwise there wasn’t a sound in the room and you could cut the silence with a knife. When Jasmine finished reading she stifled giggles under her breath.
Seething, Mavis asked me how long I had today. I thought carefully and said until around 5 or 6. Mavis didn’t like that answer but Katrina quickly chimed in that perhaps I could return tomorrow for a longer time. To avoid any additional disgust on Mavis part, I quickly said I’d do it. She asked how Katrina felt about all this Molly crap because it was pissing her off and she felt Jody was behind it. Katrina said lets discuss this off line. Mavis nodded and ordered me to refill my drink and get my ass in the basement.
I descended to the basement with my drink. There was a low table down there which I hadn’t seen before, otherwise things were the same. I knelt and drank, figuring I’d need it. Above me I could hear muffled conversation but I wasn’t able to distinguish what was being said.
After what seemed like forever, Katrina came down alone. She pulled her skirt up and told me to get busy she needed to feel my tongue before things began. I crawled over, wrapped my arms around her hips and began making love to her pussy. She whispered she’d missed me and told me she had the French woman in Martinique three times but that woman couldn’t equal what I did. That drove me deeper with love and I worshipped her until she came. She immediately turned her ass to me and I parted her cheeks and licked what I hadn’t savored in weeks.
When I’d satisfied her, she sat. I asked what was going to happen today with Jasmine being present and the anger about Molly. She informed me I was in Mavis house and essentially under her control, that she was there as an observer but she was sure I would be beaten. She said every once in a while, an owner enjoys seeing how her property responds to others; today would be one of those situations. The conclusion of her discussions with Mavis was she (Katrina) and Jody owned me and had the final say in my activities. Mavis wanted to limit my availability to her, Joan, Jasmine and Hannah but Katrina thought that was too restrictive. Her tradeoff was I would continue to see Mavis as much as possible, be subjected to any torment she wanted by any body she wanted, make myself available for overnights but some humiliation by others was appropriate at least through the summer. Then she said Jasmine will now become equal to Molly as far as a co-owner status. Every time I see Molly, I’ll be expected to see Jasmine an equal number of times. I’ll mail every blog entry to Mavis and she’ll set up and supervise my sessions with Jasmine. She chuckled and said every time I enjoy Molly and her friends I’ll know Jasmine and her friends are following. I groaned but Katrina said it was fair.
She went upstairs. I heard muffled conversation and trembled. In a moment Mavis followed Jasmine down with Katrina bringing up the rear. Jas had my toy bag. Katrina sat and Jas and Mavis hovered around me. I stood facing them. With Jasmine by her side and apparently watching every move, Mavis pulled my arms behind me and bent my elbows until my forearms were parallel to the floor. She used the course hemp rope and began tying, left wrist to right forearm, and right wrist to left forearm. She pointed out a few techniques to Jasmine as she did it. Then she took another rope and circled my upper body several times including my upper arms and knotted the rope tight. She explained to Jasmine that this way, I was unable to force my upper arms apart and loosen the bondage. She was right; I couldn’t. Some strands of the rope were above my tits, some under which made them protrude slightly. Mavis sat on the low table and told Jasmine … okay honey; she’s all yours, remember what I told you.
Still dressed, Jas wasted no time in slapping my face a few times. Then she slapped my tits both from the sides and also the tops and the soft undersides. I winced but I sensed this was a different Jas. In the past she’s tried to kill me with the first blow. She told me to call her Maam just like I did Katrina and Mavis. I said yes Maam. Then she started gloating, telling me I belonged to her and I would serve her. She slapped my face again and said … ain’t it right bitch. Again I said yes Maam. She said that means I own your dirty old cunt, don’t I; I said yes Maam. She looked at Mavis and Mavis smiled back.
Jas used her fingernails and roughly parted my hair down the middle. She put my hair in pig tails and with Mavis helping her, braided each pig tail. When they finished, Jas said I looked stupid. I probably did. She made sure I knew I was coming back tomorrow and when I arrived my hair must be in braided pigtails. I said yes Maam.
She had me open my legs and when I did she grabbed my cunt and squeezed it saying she owned it now. Mavis said and what else? Jas laughed and said since she owned it she controlled my cumms. I groaned and she slapped me for bad behavior. I knew I was seeing a different Jas and all I could do was attribute it to Mavis. I cast a quick glance at Katrina and she just shrugged her shoulders and grinned.
Jas went over and whispered with Mavis. I heard Mavis say alright and they moved to my toy bag and got out the short 15” crop and a leather bondage strap. Jas began whipping my cunt using an underhand swing that cut right into me. I yelled and stepped my legs together but she spit at me and said open, bitch. I did. Mavis helped me separate my legs again and had me lean slightly forward and bend my knees to a shallow squat and point my feet outward to maintain better balance. She told me to hold the pose. Jas started hitting my cunt again alternating between the crop and the strap. She’d yell at me about fucking white girls and I belonged to black girls. She spit a huge glob on my face and said I looked so stupid in a half squat with my cunt wide open and hair in pigtails. Mavis was perched on the table and relishing this. Jas kept hitting my cunt and making me scream. She shouted that how dumb I’d feel when her friends saw her beating an old white bitch. At one point Katrina asked me if Jas was superior to me and I said yes Maam. She told me to tell Jas, so I yelled out that she was superior to me. Jas told me I looked like an oversexed white girl begging to get fucked. She went on and on and kept hitting my cunt until it was on fire.
Mavis showed her how to move to one side and swing it at my clit then move directly in front of me and swing underhanded to catch my gaping, swollen cunt. Jas would hit me several times before she found the right angle but the misses hurt as much as the right-on hits. She moved behind me and swatted my ass then let loose a volley of strokes from behind me that let the strap curl between my legs and flick my cunt. I screamed like hell. She hissed that’s for fucking white girls.
All this hitting numbed my cunt with pain. I hadn’t been allowed to pee since I arrived and after a hard series of hits on my cunt I lost control and peed on the floor. Jas went into stitches laughing and said she’d beaten the piss out of me. She told me to get down and lick it up and when she did Mavis face beamed with pride. Katrina was snickering, too. I got to my knees and bent forward until my face was at the floor and started licking. As I was doing that Jas moved behind me and swatted my ass hard. I yelled and Mavis told me to lick not yell. So I licked again. Then Mavis came over, straddled me and separated my ass cheeks, told me to keep licking and told Jas to beat my ass hole. Jas hit my hole probably a dozen times and Mavis told her not to aim at the same place all the time, to aim also at the inner cheeks around the hole, too. Jas hit on one side of my hole, then the other then directly on my hole. I was screaming, crying and licking pee until Mavis stopped it and said that was enough.
Jas was perspiring from her work even in the cool basement. Mavis suggested maybe she would enjoy having the slut she just beat service her. Jas laughed, cursed me, undressed and sat on the edge of the low table. I struggled over to her and she pushed my face down in her pussy. I was eating her and heard Katrina tell Mavis what a marvelous job she’d done with Jas. Mavis replied that she knew Jas was a precious child all along. I kept eating until Jas had an orgasm and then pissed on me. She turned around, leaned over the low table and said eat her booty. I began sucking on her hole. She came again. Then pushed me back and spit on me again.
Mavis, as she put it, “wanted a turn with me.” Katrina relinquished the chair to Mavis who sat and summoned me over. I knee walked to her and watched her raise the hem of the kaftan to the waist revealing her naked pussy. Katrina went to the table and hugged Jas and they sat together while I began eating Mavis. She literally cooed at me, calling me her child, her godsend and her whore. She was smooth in her choice of words and somehow it got deep into me, fueling my fire and I forgot about my stinging beaten cunt. All I could think about was bringing her off. And though she isn’t always the easiest person to bring to a climax, I did. While I was kissing her pussy in the afterglow, she whispered to remember my training and open my mouth. I did and she dribbled piss into my mouth as if I were savoring a romantic novel. I heard Katrina whisper … beautiful.
When I finished she decided I needed some cage time. Jas eagerly helped me into the cage and locked me inside. Katrina said it was about 2:45 and she was going. She reminded me I’d promised myself to Jas and Mavis tomorrow for an extended session and she would stop by to see how it was going. She smiled at me through the cage and told me she was so proud. I weakly smiled back but inside I felt warmth that I hadn’t expected.
Jas picked up her clothes and the 3 of them went upstairs and turned off the basement light. I lay back on my bound arms which were halfway numb by now. That was too painful so I struggled to a kneeling position but I couldn’t make it, so I chose to stay curled up in a fetal position on my right side. There wasn’t a thing I could do but reflect on what a diabolical day I’d experienced and how low I’d fallen to be used by Jasmine like this. I closed my eyes and went into some kind of mental suspended animation, hearing nothing, thinking of nothing except what surrounded me at the moment. The only thing that interrupted my funk was the sound of them coming down the stairs.
When Mavis said its 430, I almost thought she was joking. That meant I’d been caged an hour and a half and to me it was some there between timeless and 10 minutes. Jas helped me out of the cage and they untied me. My arms were numb but Mavis gently rubbed feeling back in them and gave me lots of water. When I told her I was okay she told me to get busy cleaning up the mess. She gave Jas pointers on how I should always clean up my mess. I felt totally like a low class bitch washing the basement floor while they looked at me as if I were dirt. When I’d done the floor, Mavis told me I could wash myself in the mop sink as I’ve become accustomed to doing. My pee soaked braided pigtails reeked and I undid them and washed my hair to some extent. They watched me the entire time and I found Jasmine’s eyes on me as I tried to make myself seem presentable to be a different form of humiliation.
Mavis reminded me to be at her place again tomorrow by 11. I gave her my promise. Jas was strangely quiet. Somehow I expected more taunting but all she said was she gets to beat me tomorrow. My sore cunt made walking difficult as I stepped to the garage. I didn’t bother to bring the toy bag home since it may be needed tomorrow. When I got in the car then and only then did I realize how tender my ass was. I thought I’ll never be able to drive home. But obviously, I did.
I’ve taken a sit bath for nearly an hour and that eased the pain in my radiating through my slit. I know I’ll have bruises when I wake. Nonetheless I will obey and return tomorrow.
My love to both of you.
I threw on a mini, a halter top and heels; grabbed my toy bag and reluctantly printed a copy of my last day with Molly. I knew it would not go over big with Mavis but after being told about three times to do it, I dared not disobey. Either way I knew I’d get a beating and as so often happened, I was caught between a rock and a hard place. I tried to quell the fears of Mavis reaction plus the fact that Jasmine was to be there with the knowledge that Katrina would be there and I hadn’t seen her in two weeks.
Katrina’s car was in the street when I arrived. I drove into the garage and put the door down. I left my clothes and walked to the house naked. When I entered, I saw Katrina and Mavis sitting on the sofa and Jasmine draped over a chair. This was awkward and the evil grin on her face was the first thing that got to me. Katrina stood, and I caught the full effect of her long floral skirt and black strapped top and heels. I literally melted in her embrace. I wanted to serve her immediately without all the distraction of the others present. After a few words of welcome, she directed me to Mavis and I knelt at her feet. She was dressed in a purple kaftan with gold trim, gold heels and looked totally regal. After kissing her toes she turned me to Jasmine who was wearing a red tee and a denim mini cut so short it left nothing to the imagination. She stuck a foot in my face when I kneeled and she couldn’t contain her laughter as I kissed her foot. Mavis told me to refill their glasses of lemonade, mix vodka in hers and Katrina’s and make one for myself. Jasmine was not allowed alcohol. When I returned with a tray of drinks and served everybody I knelt on the floor facing them. I was nervous and it showed.
Katrina took charge of the conversation and quickly asked me if I had something for Mavis. Sheepishly, I said yes Maam and crawled to my toy bag by the door. I handed Mavis the four pages and knelt again. Mavis read the description silently and I could see her face wrinkle and a look of disdain as she’d occasionally stop and peer at me over the top of the pages. When she finished she handed the pages to me with a command to give them to Jasmine. Katrina had a blank expression while Jasmine read and laughed and kept reading. I could feel my heart beating like a drum. Otherwise there wasn’t a sound in the room and you could cut the silence with a knife. When Jasmine finished reading she stifled giggles under her breath.
Seething, Mavis asked me how long I had today. I thought carefully and said until around 5 or 6. Mavis didn’t like that answer but Katrina quickly chimed in that perhaps I could return tomorrow for a longer time. To avoid any additional disgust on Mavis part, I quickly said I’d do it. She asked how Katrina felt about all this Molly crap because it was pissing her off and she felt Jody was behind it. Katrina said lets discuss this off line. Mavis nodded and ordered me to refill my drink and get my ass in the basement.
I descended to the basement with my drink. There was a low table down there which I hadn’t seen before, otherwise things were the same. I knelt and drank, figuring I’d need it. Above me I could hear muffled conversation but I wasn’t able to distinguish what was being said.
After what seemed like forever, Katrina came down alone. She pulled her skirt up and told me to get busy she needed to feel my tongue before things began. I crawled over, wrapped my arms around her hips and began making love to her pussy. She whispered she’d missed me and told me she had the French woman in Martinique three times but that woman couldn’t equal what I did. That drove me deeper with love and I worshipped her until she came. She immediately turned her ass to me and I parted her cheeks and licked what I hadn’t savored in weeks.
When I’d satisfied her, she sat. I asked what was going to happen today with Jasmine being present and the anger about Molly. She informed me I was in Mavis house and essentially under her control, that she was there as an observer but she was sure I would be beaten. She said every once in a while, an owner enjoys seeing how her property responds to others; today would be one of those situations. The conclusion of her discussions with Mavis was she (Katrina) and Jody owned me and had the final say in my activities. Mavis wanted to limit my availability to her, Joan, Jasmine and Hannah but Katrina thought that was too restrictive. Her tradeoff was I would continue to see Mavis as much as possible, be subjected to any torment she wanted by any body she wanted, make myself available for overnights but some humiliation by others was appropriate at least through the summer. Then she said Jasmine will now become equal to Molly as far as a co-owner status. Every time I see Molly, I’ll be expected to see Jasmine an equal number of times. I’ll mail every blog entry to Mavis and she’ll set up and supervise my sessions with Jasmine. She chuckled and said every time I enjoy Molly and her friends I’ll know Jasmine and her friends are following. I groaned but Katrina said it was fair.
She went upstairs. I heard muffled conversation and trembled. In a moment Mavis followed Jasmine down with Katrina bringing up the rear. Jas had my toy bag. Katrina sat and Jas and Mavis hovered around me. I stood facing them. With Jasmine by her side and apparently watching every move, Mavis pulled my arms behind me and bent my elbows until my forearms were parallel to the floor. She used the course hemp rope and began tying, left wrist to right forearm, and right wrist to left forearm. She pointed out a few techniques to Jasmine as she did it. Then she took another rope and circled my upper body several times including my upper arms and knotted the rope tight. She explained to Jasmine that this way, I was unable to force my upper arms apart and loosen the bondage. She was right; I couldn’t. Some strands of the rope were above my tits, some under which made them protrude slightly. Mavis sat on the low table and told Jasmine … okay honey; she’s all yours, remember what I told you.
Still dressed, Jas wasted no time in slapping my face a few times. Then she slapped my tits both from the sides and also the tops and the soft undersides. I winced but I sensed this was a different Jas. In the past she’s tried to kill me with the first blow. She told me to call her Maam just like I did Katrina and Mavis. I said yes Maam. Then she started gloating, telling me I belonged to her and I would serve her. She slapped my face again and said … ain’t it right bitch. Again I said yes Maam. She said that means I own your dirty old cunt, don’t I; I said yes Maam. She looked at Mavis and Mavis smiled back.
Jas used her fingernails and roughly parted my hair down the middle. She put my hair in pig tails and with Mavis helping her, braided each pig tail. When they finished, Jas said I looked stupid. I probably did. She made sure I knew I was coming back tomorrow and when I arrived my hair must be in braided pigtails. I said yes Maam.
She had me open my legs and when I did she grabbed my cunt and squeezed it saying she owned it now. Mavis said and what else? Jas laughed and said since she owned it she controlled my cumms. I groaned and she slapped me for bad behavior. I knew I was seeing a different Jas and all I could do was attribute it to Mavis. I cast a quick glance at Katrina and she just shrugged her shoulders and grinned.
Jas went over and whispered with Mavis. I heard Mavis say alright and they moved to my toy bag and got out the short 15” crop and a leather bondage strap. Jas began whipping my cunt using an underhand swing that cut right into me. I yelled and stepped my legs together but she spit at me and said open, bitch. I did. Mavis helped me separate my legs again and had me lean slightly forward and bend my knees to a shallow squat and point my feet outward to maintain better balance. She told me to hold the pose. Jas started hitting my cunt again alternating between the crop and the strap. She’d yell at me about fucking white girls and I belonged to black girls. She spit a huge glob on my face and said I looked so stupid in a half squat with my cunt wide open and hair in pigtails. Mavis was perched on the table and relishing this. Jas kept hitting my cunt and making me scream. She shouted that how dumb I’d feel when her friends saw her beating an old white bitch. At one point Katrina asked me if Jas was superior to me and I said yes Maam. She told me to tell Jas, so I yelled out that she was superior to me. Jas told me I looked like an oversexed white girl begging to get fucked. She went on and on and kept hitting my cunt until it was on fire.
Mavis showed her how to move to one side and swing it at my clit then move directly in front of me and swing underhanded to catch my gaping, swollen cunt. Jas would hit me several times before she found the right angle but the misses hurt as much as the right-on hits. She moved behind me and swatted my ass then let loose a volley of strokes from behind me that let the strap curl between my legs and flick my cunt. I screamed like hell. She hissed that’s for fucking white girls.
All this hitting numbed my cunt with pain. I hadn’t been allowed to pee since I arrived and after a hard series of hits on my cunt I lost control and peed on the floor. Jas went into stitches laughing and said she’d beaten the piss out of me. She told me to get down and lick it up and when she did Mavis face beamed with pride. Katrina was snickering, too. I got to my knees and bent forward until my face was at the floor and started licking. As I was doing that Jas moved behind me and swatted my ass hard. I yelled and Mavis told me to lick not yell. So I licked again. Then Mavis came over, straddled me and separated my ass cheeks, told me to keep licking and told Jas to beat my ass hole. Jas hit my hole probably a dozen times and Mavis told her not to aim at the same place all the time, to aim also at the inner cheeks around the hole, too. Jas hit on one side of my hole, then the other then directly on my hole. I was screaming, crying and licking pee until Mavis stopped it and said that was enough.
Jas was perspiring from her work even in the cool basement. Mavis suggested maybe she would enjoy having the slut she just beat service her. Jas laughed, cursed me, undressed and sat on the edge of the low table. I struggled over to her and she pushed my face down in her pussy. I was eating her and heard Katrina tell Mavis what a marvelous job she’d done with Jas. Mavis replied that she knew Jas was a precious child all along. I kept eating until Jas had an orgasm and then pissed on me. She turned around, leaned over the low table and said eat her booty. I began sucking on her hole. She came again. Then pushed me back and spit on me again.
Mavis, as she put it, “wanted a turn with me.” Katrina relinquished the chair to Mavis who sat and summoned me over. I knee walked to her and watched her raise the hem of the kaftan to the waist revealing her naked pussy. Katrina went to the table and hugged Jas and they sat together while I began eating Mavis. She literally cooed at me, calling me her child, her godsend and her whore. She was smooth in her choice of words and somehow it got deep into me, fueling my fire and I forgot about my stinging beaten cunt. All I could think about was bringing her off. And though she isn’t always the easiest person to bring to a climax, I did. While I was kissing her pussy in the afterglow, she whispered to remember my training and open my mouth. I did and she dribbled piss into my mouth as if I were savoring a romantic novel. I heard Katrina whisper … beautiful.
When I finished she decided I needed some cage time. Jas eagerly helped me into the cage and locked me inside. Katrina said it was about 2:45 and she was going. She reminded me I’d promised myself to Jas and Mavis tomorrow for an extended session and she would stop by to see how it was going. She smiled at me through the cage and told me she was so proud. I weakly smiled back but inside I felt warmth that I hadn’t expected.
Jas picked up her clothes and the 3 of them went upstairs and turned off the basement light. I lay back on my bound arms which were halfway numb by now. That was too painful so I struggled to a kneeling position but I couldn’t make it, so I chose to stay curled up in a fetal position on my right side. There wasn’t a thing I could do but reflect on what a diabolical day I’d experienced and how low I’d fallen to be used by Jasmine like this. I closed my eyes and went into some kind of mental suspended animation, hearing nothing, thinking of nothing except what surrounded me at the moment. The only thing that interrupted my funk was the sound of them coming down the stairs.
When Mavis said its 430, I almost thought she was joking. That meant I’d been caged an hour and a half and to me it was some there between timeless and 10 minutes. Jas helped me out of the cage and they untied me. My arms were numb but Mavis gently rubbed feeling back in them and gave me lots of water. When I told her I was okay she told me to get busy cleaning up the mess. She gave Jas pointers on how I should always clean up my mess. I felt totally like a low class bitch washing the basement floor while they looked at me as if I were dirt. When I’d done the floor, Mavis told me I could wash myself in the mop sink as I’ve become accustomed to doing. My pee soaked braided pigtails reeked and I undid them and washed my hair to some extent. They watched me the entire time and I found Jasmine’s eyes on me as I tried to make myself seem presentable to be a different form of humiliation.
Mavis reminded me to be at her place again tomorrow by 11. I gave her my promise. Jas was strangely quiet. Somehow I expected more taunting but all she said was she gets to beat me tomorrow. My sore cunt made walking difficult as I stepped to the garage. I didn’t bother to bring the toy bag home since it may be needed tomorrow. When I got in the car then and only then did I realize how tender my ass was. I thought I’ll never be able to drive home. But obviously, I did.
I’ve taken a sit bath for nearly an hour and that eased the pain in my radiating through my slit. I know I’ll have bruises when I wake. Nonetheless I will obey and return tomorrow.
My love to both of you.
Friday, July 3, 2009
July 1 2009: Molly and friends
Blog 09 07 01 Molly and Stephanie.
They were actually early. Molly called a few minutes before and asked if I was naked, which I was. She also asked if I had beer and I did. She laughed what could be better than a named mommy slut with free beer. I could hear Stephanie laughing in the background. She told me to open them a cold one and be at the front door.
I greeted them naked and with a beer for each. She asked where mine was. I said I don’t usually drink beer but she said today I do, so I got myself one, too. Molly had on the most darling cheerleader style pink mini and matching crop top. Her hair was in a pony tail and wearing pink flip flops. Stephanie was in a camouflaged mini and black t-shirt with a logo on the pocket that said “Sorry, boys, I like pussy”. I couldn’t help but laugh.
We went to the great room and sat, them on the sofa, me on the floor. They talked to each other about me like I wasn’t even present … things like what shall we do with mommy today … I know, lets fuck her brains out to which Molly replied “assuming she still has any. “ I blushed. I asked if I could buy their panties and Stephanie laughed and showed me she wasn’t wearing any. Molly said $20.00, bitch but I had to pay Stephanie the same thing. I went to my purse and had only 37.00 left after buying them a case of Michelob ultra light. Molly said I’d have to work my ass off for the other $3.00. They debated about me going naked to withdraw money from an ATM. I found the $3.00 in change in a drawer but Molly said it didn’t count; they wanted “real money”.
They allowed me to dress in a mini and a top … but it was begging and pleading to get that much clothing. I felt stupid having to beg girls young enough to be my daughters if I could wear clothes. At this point no sex had occurred. We drove to a nearby shopping area for replacement panties for Molly and an equal treat for Stephanie. We hit an ATM first and I paid them in “real money”. We hit Target, and then Kohl’s and ended up buying panties, junky ear jewelry and hair bands. More than once in Kohl’s Molly flipped my mini up exposing my naked ass. She made quite a scene and embarrassed the hell out of me when she asked a strange woman… Did you know my mom (me) isn’t wearing a bra? Do you think her tits are too floppy? Talk about mortified!
On the way out a g/f, Abby, called her about something and Molly encouraged her to come by and fuck me. I ended up talking to the girl and listening to her accusations about me being a slut from what she’d heard. My mind was reeling and trying to figure out how many of Molly's friends know about me. It was rather troubling.
Molly took command of the phone again and gave Abby directions to my place. By the time the call was over, we were back at my place.
Molly insisted that I get naked again which I did. They began the beer episode all over again. Molly handed me her white and pink dotted thong and Stephanie truly was going commando without any sign of panties. For that matter Stephanie really flaunted her pseudo military look with the camo mini, black t and butch hair cut. She’s one tough little kid. Something about her in that military look really was working on me. so when they talked about what to do with me, it ended up as a mock interrogations scene with me on my knees in front of “Sergeant Stephanie” begging her for mercy and agreeing she could do anything she wanted to me. Somehow she ended up in charge and tied my hands behind me and draped me over the ottoman in the great room and spanked my ass with her hand and my crop. That wasn’t enough so she got my strappy and began fucking my cunt and had Molly sit in the chair at the other end of the ottoman with her legs apart and her pussy in my face. Stephanie hit my ass and ordered me to “eat Princess Molly's pussy.” It was kind of neat and I ate Molly while Stephanie fucked me and beat my ass. I brought Molly off (while she was drinking beer) and thanked her. Stephanie continued to fuck me and did verbal things like the prisoners fate is to eat cunt and ass for the rest of her life and get fucked 10 times a day. She kept pounding me until I was on the edge from her youthful fantasy and her fucking. I begged and she told me to cumm.
I lay there getting my breath when she shifted the dildo from my cunt to my ass. This time she was much more fluid and the penetration was more direct and slow. She began fucking but the door bell rang. Molly jumped up to answer it and escorted Abby in. Introductions were awkward as you can imagine. I was still draped over the ottoman on my tummy, Stephanie with the strappy in my ass. Abby went nuts laughing as Molly told her what we were doing. Abby grabbed a beer, sat on the sofa and watched Stephanie start fucking me again. Abby didn’t say much at first; she and Molly did some touchy feely things and watched. Stephanie on the other hand was having the time of her life, relishing her role as “Sergeant Stephanie” and being extremely verbal. After she fucked my ass for a while she withdrew and moved the strappy to my mouth. It was definitely stinky and slightly soiled. I pleaded no but she asked Molly and Abby if they wanted to see me make a total pig of myself. She rammed the strappy in my mouth and I gagged but sucked my slime off it. Abby was in stitches laughing. Molly got behind me and swatted my ass with her hand, found my butt plug and worked it into my gapping ass hole. I remember her laughing about what an easy fuck I was.
Finally they pulled me to my feet and let me drink a beer to get the taste out. Abby wanted to do more than watch. She stripped what remaining clothes she had on (initially had on shorts and a top) and took the chair in front of the ottoman. Stephanie forced me back to my knees and led me over to her and forced my head down until I was looking at her pussy. I started licking her which made her giggle but her giggles changed to moans. Stephanie still had her hands around the back of my head pressing me into her telling me to do it right. I brought Abby off.
Stephanie rolled me off the ottoman and to the floor on my back; my bound hands trapped under me, and fucked my cunt again then removed the strappy and sat on my face. She still had her clothes on and my face was hidden under her camo skirt. I ate her and … lord, did she flood me! When she finished, she encouraged Abby to take another turn on me and try a face sit. She didn’t hesitate; any reluctance she had was long gone, and she moved over me. I licked her pussy and felt the weight of her pressing on me as compared to the skinny lithe body of Stephanie. She settled lower and I ate her while either Stephanie or Molly jammed fingers in my cunt and tapped the plug. I was so damn turned on. I licked her pussy did a few swirls of my tongue against her rose and kept on until she orgasmed again. When she rolled off, I felt totally fucked out.
Molly wanted to pee again … she’d used the potty a time of two before … and we went downstairs to the lower walk out level with the toy bag and several beers. They opened the French doors to the patio and forced me outside naked. I was nervous about it but knew Sue next door was at the beach (I’m watching her house while they’re gone) and nobody was home so being caught again wasn’t too much of a factor. It was the feeling of being led outside on the patio naked and them laughing that got to me. I lay down on the concrete patio under the deck above and Molly wasted no time releasing her pee on me. Stephanie followed behind her and encouraged Abby to do the same but she was hesitant. I let out a sigh of relief. However with enough chiding and succumbing to peer pressure, she stood beside me and pissed over my pussy. Molly and Stephanie cheered and told Abby she was an official member of the club. I lay there groaning and red faced. Mercifully, Stephanie squirted me off with the hose. They went back inside and left me telling me when I’d dried off enough from the heat of another 90 degree day to get my ass back inside.
Eventually I did though my hair was still wet and dripping. When I got back in the lower level, they were laughing and drinking more beer. Molly said she wanted to go lie down for a minute and she stumbled off the lower level bedroom. Stephanie and Abby stayed and talked, had me get back on the floor and Stephanie got lots of rope out of my bag. She said she wanted to practice her knots. I groaned. She rolled me over on my tummy, crossed my ankles and tied them. She bent my legs back toward my butt and tied a rope fro the ankles to my hands, then a rope through my hair to my ankles. I yelled but she smacked my butt and said shut up, she was having fun. I lay there in a hog tie which she said was perfect for me, given the fact I’d wallowed in piss and sucked a nasty dildo. Where that child was coming from I don’t know but she was in another dimension. She found a way to work a vibe in my cunt and fucked the heck out of me again.
Abby asked about Molly and went back to check on her. She came back and said she’s passed out. Stephanie said she’d go check but after a while she never came back. Then I got a little worried. Abby checked again and came back and told me both of them were passed out on the bed. She said she’d better go because if they got in trouble, she’d get in trouble, too. I said this is not good; untie me. I really reasoned with her and said she can’t leave me like this; it wouldn’t be pretty scene if I was found like this. She said, they’ll be okay and she was leaving. Again I reasoned with her and finally she saw the light. She untied me and I thanked her. I asked if she was okay, how much she had had to drink, she said about 3 beers. Whether it was true or not I had no way of knowing but she seemed okay. She left. I checked in on the other two and they were out like a light.
I started picking up all the toys, rope, empty bottles and by 4:30 began to get concerned. I sent my owner, Jody, a note.
After she responded, thank Gawd, I got busy, dressed, drove Molly’s car over to Sue's driveway, put all the empties on her trash and came back and used a wet towel to awaken Stephanie. She wasn’t as bad off as Molly. I got her to the garage put her in the back seat of my station wagon and went back for Molly and did the same. I got hold of Rhonda checked in with my owner again and got the girls out of here.
They were actually early. Molly called a few minutes before and asked if I was naked, which I was. She also asked if I had beer and I did. She laughed what could be better than a named mommy slut with free beer. I could hear Stephanie laughing in the background. She told me to open them a cold one and be at the front door.
I greeted them naked and with a beer for each. She asked where mine was. I said I don’t usually drink beer but she said today I do, so I got myself one, too. Molly had on the most darling cheerleader style pink mini and matching crop top. Her hair was in a pony tail and wearing pink flip flops. Stephanie was in a camouflaged mini and black t-shirt with a logo on the pocket that said “Sorry, boys, I like pussy”. I couldn’t help but laugh.
We went to the great room and sat, them on the sofa, me on the floor. They talked to each other about me like I wasn’t even present … things like what shall we do with mommy today … I know, lets fuck her brains out to which Molly replied “assuming she still has any. “ I blushed. I asked if I could buy their panties and Stephanie laughed and showed me she wasn’t wearing any. Molly said $20.00, bitch but I had to pay Stephanie the same thing. I went to my purse and had only 37.00 left after buying them a case of Michelob ultra light. Molly said I’d have to work my ass off for the other $3.00. They debated about me going naked to withdraw money from an ATM. I found the $3.00 in change in a drawer but Molly said it didn’t count; they wanted “real money”.
They allowed me to dress in a mini and a top … but it was begging and pleading to get that much clothing. I felt stupid having to beg girls young enough to be my daughters if I could wear clothes. At this point no sex had occurred. We drove to a nearby shopping area for replacement panties for Molly and an equal treat for Stephanie. We hit an ATM first and I paid them in “real money”. We hit Target, and then Kohl’s and ended up buying panties, junky ear jewelry and hair bands. More than once in Kohl’s Molly flipped my mini up exposing my naked ass. She made quite a scene and embarrassed the hell out of me when she asked a strange woman… Did you know my mom (me) isn’t wearing a bra? Do you think her tits are too floppy? Talk about mortified!
On the way out a g/f, Abby, called her about something and Molly encouraged her to come by and fuck me. I ended up talking to the girl and listening to her accusations about me being a slut from what she’d heard. My mind was reeling and trying to figure out how many of Molly's friends know about me. It was rather troubling.
Molly took command of the phone again and gave Abby directions to my place. By the time the call was over, we were back at my place.
Molly insisted that I get naked again which I did. They began the beer episode all over again. Molly handed me her white and pink dotted thong and Stephanie truly was going commando without any sign of panties. For that matter Stephanie really flaunted her pseudo military look with the camo mini, black t and butch hair cut. She’s one tough little kid. Something about her in that military look really was working on me. so when they talked about what to do with me, it ended up as a mock interrogations scene with me on my knees in front of “Sergeant Stephanie” begging her for mercy and agreeing she could do anything she wanted to me. Somehow she ended up in charge and tied my hands behind me and draped me over the ottoman in the great room and spanked my ass with her hand and my crop. That wasn’t enough so she got my strappy and began fucking my cunt and had Molly sit in the chair at the other end of the ottoman with her legs apart and her pussy in my face. Stephanie hit my ass and ordered me to “eat Princess Molly's pussy.” It was kind of neat and I ate Molly while Stephanie fucked me and beat my ass. I brought Molly off (while she was drinking beer) and thanked her. Stephanie continued to fuck me and did verbal things like the prisoners fate is to eat cunt and ass for the rest of her life and get fucked 10 times a day. She kept pounding me until I was on the edge from her youthful fantasy and her fucking. I begged and she told me to cumm.
I lay there getting my breath when she shifted the dildo from my cunt to my ass. This time she was much more fluid and the penetration was more direct and slow. She began fucking but the door bell rang. Molly jumped up to answer it and escorted Abby in. Introductions were awkward as you can imagine. I was still draped over the ottoman on my tummy, Stephanie with the strappy in my ass. Abby went nuts laughing as Molly told her what we were doing. Abby grabbed a beer, sat on the sofa and watched Stephanie start fucking me again. Abby didn’t say much at first; she and Molly did some touchy feely things and watched. Stephanie on the other hand was having the time of her life, relishing her role as “Sergeant Stephanie” and being extremely verbal. After she fucked my ass for a while she withdrew and moved the strappy to my mouth. It was definitely stinky and slightly soiled. I pleaded no but she asked Molly and Abby if they wanted to see me make a total pig of myself. She rammed the strappy in my mouth and I gagged but sucked my slime off it. Abby was in stitches laughing. Molly got behind me and swatted my ass with her hand, found my butt plug and worked it into my gapping ass hole. I remember her laughing about what an easy fuck I was.
Finally they pulled me to my feet and let me drink a beer to get the taste out. Abby wanted to do more than watch. She stripped what remaining clothes she had on (initially had on shorts and a top) and took the chair in front of the ottoman. Stephanie forced me back to my knees and led me over to her and forced my head down until I was looking at her pussy. I started licking her which made her giggle but her giggles changed to moans. Stephanie still had her hands around the back of my head pressing me into her telling me to do it right. I brought Abby off.
Stephanie rolled me off the ottoman and to the floor on my back; my bound hands trapped under me, and fucked my cunt again then removed the strappy and sat on my face. She still had her clothes on and my face was hidden under her camo skirt. I ate her and … lord, did she flood me! When she finished, she encouraged Abby to take another turn on me and try a face sit. She didn’t hesitate; any reluctance she had was long gone, and she moved over me. I licked her pussy and felt the weight of her pressing on me as compared to the skinny lithe body of Stephanie. She settled lower and I ate her while either Stephanie or Molly jammed fingers in my cunt and tapped the plug. I was so damn turned on. I licked her pussy did a few swirls of my tongue against her rose and kept on until she orgasmed again. When she rolled off, I felt totally fucked out.
Molly wanted to pee again … she’d used the potty a time of two before … and we went downstairs to the lower walk out level with the toy bag and several beers. They opened the French doors to the patio and forced me outside naked. I was nervous about it but knew Sue next door was at the beach (I’m watching her house while they’re gone) and nobody was home so being caught again wasn’t too much of a factor. It was the feeling of being led outside on the patio naked and them laughing that got to me. I lay down on the concrete patio under the deck above and Molly wasted no time releasing her pee on me. Stephanie followed behind her and encouraged Abby to do the same but she was hesitant. I let out a sigh of relief. However with enough chiding and succumbing to peer pressure, she stood beside me and pissed over my pussy. Molly and Stephanie cheered and told Abby she was an official member of the club. I lay there groaning and red faced. Mercifully, Stephanie squirted me off with the hose. They went back inside and left me telling me when I’d dried off enough from the heat of another 90 degree day to get my ass back inside.
Eventually I did though my hair was still wet and dripping. When I got back in the lower level, they were laughing and drinking more beer. Molly said she wanted to go lie down for a minute and she stumbled off the lower level bedroom. Stephanie and Abby stayed and talked, had me get back on the floor and Stephanie got lots of rope out of my bag. She said she wanted to practice her knots. I groaned. She rolled me over on my tummy, crossed my ankles and tied them. She bent my legs back toward my butt and tied a rope fro the ankles to my hands, then a rope through my hair to my ankles. I yelled but she smacked my butt and said shut up, she was having fun. I lay there in a hog tie which she said was perfect for me, given the fact I’d wallowed in piss and sucked a nasty dildo. Where that child was coming from I don’t know but she was in another dimension. She found a way to work a vibe in my cunt and fucked the heck out of me again.
Abby asked about Molly and went back to check on her. She came back and said she’s passed out. Stephanie said she’d go check but after a while she never came back. Then I got a little worried. Abby checked again and came back and told me both of them were passed out on the bed. She said she’d better go because if they got in trouble, she’d get in trouble, too. I said this is not good; untie me. I really reasoned with her and said she can’t leave me like this; it wouldn’t be pretty scene if I was found like this. She said, they’ll be okay and she was leaving. Again I reasoned with her and finally she saw the light. She untied me and I thanked her. I asked if she was okay, how much she had had to drink, she said about 3 beers. Whether it was true or not I had no way of knowing but she seemed okay. She left. I checked in on the other two and they were out like a light.
I started picking up all the toys, rope, empty bottles and by 4:30 began to get concerned. I sent my owner, Jody, a note.
After she responded, thank Gawd, I got busy, dressed, drove Molly’s car over to Sue's driveway, put all the empties on her trash and came back and used a wet towel to awaken Stephanie. She wasn’t as bad off as Molly. I got her to the garage put her in the back seat of my station wagon and went back for Molly and did the same. I got hold of Rhonda checked in with my owner again and got the girls out of here.
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