I arrived around 1145 and found Chanel already waiting in the lobby. We hugged I got the key and we went upstairs to the suite. I asked where Felicia was and she replied her niece would be along later. I dropped my toy bag on the dresser and checked the mini bar then gave Chanel the key, warned her about Molly and her friends and told her not to open it. I had small box of chilled white wine in my suitcase and felt that would be more than adequate. Chanel got ice and when she returned we sipped on some wine.
She was horny and wanted sex immediately, before the goodies get overused as she put it. We went into the bedroom and I stripped nude and took her clothes off. She propped up on the bed and I crawled between her legs and ate her pussy. She pulled my face tightly against her and I licked her, cupped her ass cheeks and kept slurping on her pussy until she exploded. She wanted more and I brought her off again. I was in the bathroom washing my face when someone knocked on the door.
Chanel let Pernilla in and we hugged. It had been ages since we’d been together. She told me what a slut I was for arranging this little get together. She was aware of the Jas thing which isn’t surprising since she and Susan are friends. She took her clothes off and stuck her pussy in my face. I started sucking her until she came then spread her cheeks and ate her for a while then she told me to lie in the floor with some towels under me. I did. She squatted over me and had me push a dildo into her pussy while she squatted. I fucked her and got a sexy view of the dildo splitting her cunt until she flooded me with cumm and piss. She took the dildo out and had me suck it.
While I was sucking the dildo, someone knocked on the door and Chanel admitted Felicia who immediately laughed and watched me go at Pernilla again. This time Pernilla face sat me and I thought I would smother. She came for the third time and rolled off me. She laughed and said I hadn’t missed a beat. Shortly afterwards, she dressed, wished me luck with Jas and left to return to work.
Felicia had undressed was waiting face down on the bed with 2 pillows under her hips which raised her ass. She asked if I wanted her ass and I moaned yes. I separated her cheeks and began licking and slid my hands under her to cup her breasts. She has such a firm tight body. While I was doing this, Chanel moved behind me and began pushing a vibrator into my cunt. I went furiously at Felicia’s ass until she began undulating wildly. She flipped over and told me to stick something in her pussy, I got a dildo and I began fucking her while Chanel fucked me. Felicia released and I licked her clean. I laid there kissing her pussy and let Chanel have full control of what she was doing to me. She told me to cumm and I did. . Felicia pulled her legs back and I alternated licking her ass and pussy, played with her tits some more until she exploded.
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They rolled me onto my back and pulled my nipples and fingered my cunt. Chanel moved back over my face and had me lick her off again. I almost couldn’t breathe. While I ate her Felicia began slapping my cunt, pulling my labia and working me up. I came again.
Chanel had to pee and we went to the Jacuzzi tub. I lay down in the tub. Chanel pissed on me first and Felicia followed. I pissed. They stood over me in the tub, told me what a mess I was then started kissing each other. Chanel began fingering Felicia and brought her off. That was wild as hell particularly from the position I was in, lying under them and looking up. I frigged myself off while I watched.
By 4:00 Molly and her friends had not arrived. We called Tisha who said to finish up and leave.
Chanel, Felicia and I all showered. I washed them both then we talked, and sipped wine. Chanel asked why Molly didn’t show and I had no clue. She sounded almost disappointed. I got my things and we all left. I thanked Chanel and Felicia for coming.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Aug 21-23, 2009: Weekend with Mavis
Friday, August 21
When I went to work this morning, Katrina told me to take my toy bag, suitcase, extra slut heels and hose and not to bother packing any clothes, that what I wore to work would be more than I needed. I did as she wanted and also took my laptop, which I’ve been using for work. Hubby knew I’d be gone for the weekend.
I turned in a couple of documents, chatted with the person I reported to and left around 9:30. I went straight to Katrina’s as she directed.
I arrived at 9:50 and parked in front of her townhouse. I grabbed my things and went in. She had me strip immediately telling me she didn’t know when I’d have the privilege of wearing clothes again. We went down to her basement playroom and fucked for two hours until she had me come upstairs and fix her lunch. While I did she either called or exchanged emails with Jody. After lunch I served her again and went out on the patio where she pissed on me. I came back inside and washed off then we talked for a while.
Around 3:30 she told me it was time to go to Mavis. She collared me, snapped a leash on and tied my hands behind me. She picked up my toy bag, took a pair of slut heels out of my bag and strapped them on my feet then led me to her garage where she guided me into the back seat of her Honda and threw a blanket over me. I asked about my clothes and my car. She responded that those were things I wouldn’t need in the next few days. She called Mavis and said we were coming over. Once we left the freeway and hit some quieter streets she reached back and yanked the blanket off me, exposing me completely. I realize the windows are tinted but I still had my doubts about what someone might see should they choose to peer in. I was lying on my left side, knees pushed against the back of the passenger seat to keep me from falling into the floor.
She parked in Mavis garage and literally dragged me out by the leash. I tottered awkwardly behind her as she led me across the yard to the back door. She led me inside where Mavis was waiting. I noticed it was about 4:00.
Mavis had plenty to say, berating me for being gone so long. She slapped and scolded me saying I’d been highly remiss for not seeing her. She had me calling her “Aunt Mavis”. Finally she turned me across her knee like a naughty schoolgirl, called me “child” and spanked me all around my ass cheeks, inner thighs and rose with her hairbrush. Katrina sat across the room and watched, laughed and reiterated that I was literally trapped in Mavis neighborhood without any clothes, any car and no purse or id. She told Mavis I hadn’t cumm in 3 days and it was up to her if and when I did.
Katrina indicated it was time for her to leave. I asked when she was coming back and her reply was … when she felt like it and perhaps she might not come back. Mavis laughed like hell. She and Katrina talked for a moment about how I was completely at their mercy and what a treat it was to have me here. Katrina was giggling and texting somebody amidst the sound of my butt getting beaten and my yelling. She waved goodbye and left.
Mavis didn’t stop spanking me until I was crying. She stroked my hair and told me I was hers, that I’d better get used to it and I needed to make up for lost time.
She guided me to my feet, untied my hands and told me to undress her. I pulled off her animal print kaftan, white bra and panties and rhinestone studded sandals. She returned to the sofa and her only words were to make her feel good.
I knelt and stroked her body from her knees to her breasts and began fondling and kissing her sagging breasts. I sucked on her nipples until they were firm, elongated and glistening. I slid my right hand down to her sex. She murmured, calling me her honey child, her white whore, her little girl. She wanted my mouth on her and slid lower in the chair until her pussy was at the front edge of the seat. I started massaging, fingering, licking and gnawing at her labia, toying with her, building her up and listening to her breathing. Then I buried my face in her completely and literally feasted at her pussy. She held back, I knew she was but that provided more opportunity to give her what she’d missed for weeks. She savored it forever then began moaning and cumming. Then she raised her thighs back. I lifted them, one with each hand, and went for her rose.
She slipped her kaftan back on. Taking the leash, she led me outside into the fenced back yard. It had to be about 90-95 degrees and humid as blazes. I sat on the grass under the large maple tree, legs apart, and leaned back supported by my arms. She stood in front of me, raised the hem to her waist and drenched me from my neck to my thighs.
She tugged me back into the house, picked up my toy bag and led me down the basement stairs. Things were pretty much as they were when I was last down here about a month ago. She emptied the toy bag on a table, lubed my butt plug and bent my body over and slowly worked the plug up my canal until it seated. She cuffed my hands behind me with the metal cuffs, then wrapped leather cuffs around each ankle and tied a short piece of rope to the d-ring of each cuff. She instructed me to get into the cage and sit against one side of the cage with my back against the heavy wires that form small squares about 2” by 4” then spread my legs wide into the corners of the cage floor. She worked her fingers through the small openings and grabbed the rope at my right cuff and tied that to the cage then did the same with the left one. My pussy was wide open and sitting on my well spanked bottom and plugged ass was painful.
Her lewd comments about my pussy were nonstop and told me how horny I must be for a cumm. Truthfully I was dying for a cumm and told her so. She laughed.
She left me this way and went upstairs. I could not shift my position. I heard her puttering around upstairs, sometimes singing to herself, and a couple of times talking on the phone though I couldn’t discern the conversation. What daylight came through the tiny basement window was fading and I watched the room become dark. I had to pee and just let it flow. I sat alone a long time. Eventually she came down in a robe which she took off and pissed on me again then returned upstairs. Her visit was merely to use me as her bathroom break whore. That made me want to cumm more.
I smelled her cooking and realized I was hungry. Again there seemed to be a long period of time. She came down again with a bowl of chicken and dumplings and a bottle of cheap Carlo Rossi Chablis which she said was all whores deserved. She asked if I was hungry and I relied yes. She untied my ankles and unlocked the cage and I squirmed out. She grabbed the leash and tugged me over to the low table where she set the food. She uncuffed my hands and I leaned over the table and devoured every morsel and drank about 3 glasses of wine.
When I’d finished she took the leash and tugged me upstairs and outside to pee. There was a light sprinkle of rain, some thunder. I peed and she peed on me again.
Once we were back in her basement, she led me past the cage to the far corner of the basement where boxes were stacked. There are a couple of metal posts back there that go floor to ceiling as supports for the main floor. She spread some large towels on the floor and told me to sit. She wrapped the leather cuffs back on my ankles and ran a rope from each cuff to each post. She had me lie on my back. Grinning and talking to me in soft tones about what a slut I was, she wrapped a leather cuff around each wrist and ran rope from the d-rings to immovable objects in the basement, one went to the laundry sink, the other to a 2 x 4 supporting the stairs When she finished I was spread like an X on the floor, the collar still on and the plug still in my ass. She threw an old blanket on me and said she was satisfied I could sleep the night this way and not reach my cunt.
I lay there listening to my heart beating, thunder coming closer, seeing flashes of lightening through the tiny basement window and finally a pouring rain. I was desperate for a cumm and those thoughts consumed me until I fell asleep.
Saturday, Aug 22
When I woke, daylight was streaming through the tiny windows. During the night I’d peed and the floor beneath me reeked of piss. I hadn’t really rested but I’d slept. I heard her upstairs moving around and smelled coffee brewing. I was sore stiff and let out a groan. She came down with a huge grin on her face but didn’t say a word.
She untied me and led me upstairs and out into the back yard. She held the leash and told me to piss take the plug out and shit in the grass. I peed and worked the plug out which I figured had been in me well over 12 hours and felt like a permanent part of my anatomy. I was embarrassed to shit in the grass but I had to and just did it. She handed me toilet paper to wipe and a plastic grocery bag to gather up the shit and toilet paper. The analogy of a dog being let out to do her business was definitely there. While I was picking up my mess, she pissed on me.
She led me toward her screened back porch and had me sit on the steps. She gave me coffee, orange juice and a muffin. We went downstairs. I reeked of piss and sweat and my hair was ratty and tangled. I asked if I could bath in the laundry sink but she said no, that she liked seeing me this way … stinky, dirty and disheveled … because it accentuated the difference between her superiority and my status as a dirty whore. She reminded me I’d just shit like a dog as slept in piss. She laughed and said one day I’d be her slave and wallow in my filth just to amuse her and I’d be lucky to get one bath a week so get over it. I stopped complaining. She sat in her chair, opened her robe and I ate her pussy again then she bent over the chair and had me suck on her ass, finger it and suck until she had another orgasm. I asked if I could cumm and she slapped me and didn’t respond.
She cuffed my hands behind me and put the leather cuffs back on my ankles and had me crawl back inside the cage. Once again I was sitting against the side of the cage and she had me place my feet in the corners of the cage and tied them wide apart, leaving my cunt well exposed. She made obnoxious remarks about my cunt, how it was my brain and so on. She went upstairs. Again I heard her puttering and talking on the phone. I have no idea how long this went on but it was quite a while. At one point she left the house because I heard the front door shut and no noises in the house. She returned shortly. I had no idea where she went.
Sometime after that I heard the doorbell ring and another person enter. They were laughing and moving around upstairs for a few minutes until I heard the basement door open. Mavis and Hannah came down together carrying glasses of wine, a bottle of chardonnay, a plastic cup and the jug of Carlo Rossi.
Hannah peered at me like I was a creature from another planet and I knew I looked ratty and disheveled as hell plus smelled of piss and my own perspiration. She’d never seen such a filthy white woman and she and Mavis talked about my desperate need to cumm.
Mavis told me they’d let me cumm but if I choose to, I’d be beaten afterwards and probably be treated worse than I had been. She also said I’d keep fucking myself until they told me to stop. She asked me did I still want to cumm. I thought about if for a moment and said yes Maam.
She got the key to the cuffs and came around to the side of the cage that I was leaning against. She worked the key into one cuff and unlocked it then the other one. She opened the door to the cage and tossed in a vibe and a dildo and set the jug of Carlo Rossi and the cup inside. She told me to pour some in the cup and drink which I did. She told me I’d make a drunken spectacle of myself while they watched.
My ankles were still tied to the corners of the cage and my cunt was wide open. First she told me to ram the dildo into my cunt, leave it in and drink a cup of wine. I began drinking and she made me consume a lot. I could feel the effect since I hadn’t eaten lunch. She told me to pour some over my head or she’d take the dildo away. Like some kind of crazed idiot desperate for a cumm, I poured wine over myself. They cackled and called me pathetic. Mavis got the clover clamps and tossed them in the cage and told me to clamp my nipples. I did that too which was proof to her I’d do anything for a cumm. She told me to ram my cunt 5 times hard then take the dildo out and suck it. I did. While I was sucking the dildo she told me to piss in the cup. I was making a complete fool of myself but I was frenzied and wanted that cumm. Once I finished peeing, she told me to drink my piss then start ramming my cunt until I came. I did and they muttered among themselves about what a desperate white trash whore I was.
I started fucking myself and I came in about 30 seconds. They said keep going but this time use my fingers and drink wine. I was frigging and drinking and came again. Both of them had partially stripped, Mavis to bra and panties and Hannah to panties and her top. Mavis walked over pulled her panty aside and pissed at my face and hair. Hannah followed her and generally pissed over my tummy and cunt. Next they had me use the vibe on my cunt and suck the cummy dildo again. I lost track of what was said but it was a combination of frigging and fucking myself, toying with the clamps on my nipples and drinking wine and piss. They made me keep going until I had cumm 5 times and my cunt and clit were raw. The last cumm was extremely anguishing to the point that I was begging them to stop making me cumm. She chided me about what I’d just done.
Mavis untied my ankles and I struggled out of the cage. She yanked the clamps off my nipples. I screamed. She kicked me over to Hannah who was sitting on the edge of the low table. With my hands still cuffed behind me and my body coated with piss and wine, I watched as she lowered her panties and stuck her pussy at me. I began eating her. While I did, Mavis took my crop and flailed the heck out of my ass. Hannah kept undressing as I ate her and when I finished making her cumm, I nursed from her huge breasts until Mavis yanked me by my hair and dragged me into her pussy for a cumm. While I ate her Hannah sawed her hands across my cunt until I painfully came again.
I recall at this point I was totally exhausted, half drunk and needed a rest. I asked them nicely but Mavis said we’re just getting started. She removed the cuffs and told me to clean up all the piss on the floor and in the cage. They dressed and went upstairs.
When I’d cleaned up everything, which took forever, they summoned me upstairs. Mavis told me to stand on the back porch while she got some things. I heard them clomping down to the basement and when they came up, they went to the kitchen and did something. When they came out to the porch Mavis had a large paper bag.
Mavis pulled my leash and led me outside under the large maple tree even though rain started to fall. She told me to bend over and grab my ankles. I did. She pulled a roll of duct tape out of the bag and wrapped it several times around my left ankle and wrist then kept wrapping it up my lower leg and forearm then did the same with my right wrist and ankle. My feet were more than shoulder width apart and my knees slightly bent. She ran a long rope around my waist, tied it in back, and had Hannah toss the rest of the rope, about 12-15 feet, over a tree limb about 6 or 8 feet off the ground. She pulled it snug and tied the end of the rope around the tree trunk. There was no way I could move. Trust me I was shaking like crazy because I had no idea what they were up to.
She pulled my enema bag out of the paper sack and squirted some liquid dishwashing detergent in it, some wine and filled it with water from a plastic jug. I knew what was coming and was shaking. My hips and ass was the highest part of my body right then. They laughed about cleaning out my filthy guts and hung the enema bag from a rope tied to a tree limb above and behind me. They kicked my legs apart wider, lubed the nozzle then my ass hole and inserted the nozzle. I looked up at them in sheer fright. Mavis snickered and said … maybe you don’t want to watch this… and took a scarf out of the bag and blindfolded me. I protested but it didn’t make any difference. One of them started hitting me across my hanging tits and my ass with what I think was the crop but I wasn’t sure.
The rain became heavier but that didn’t deter them. Mavis released the clamp on the bag and I felt the mixture filling me. I groaned. They kept manipulating the bag and the clamp until all of it was inside me. I was petrified and groaning. One of them removed the nozzle. They left, presumably to the porch because I heard the screen door shut. I felt the effects of the wine in the enema and was dizzy. I wanted to lie down so badly but obviously couldn’t. Even above the thunder I could hear them laughing that this was the funniest thing they’d imagined. I ached, tried to hold it and groaned. It was pouring rain now and drenching me like a drowned rat. I stood there listening to my tummy rumble and the thunder. Finally I couldn’t hold it any longer and spewed my guts out. They roared in laughter which humiliated me even more. The main part of the storm finally passed and they called out that they were going inside to eat. I yelled please don’t leave me but that was futile. I have no idea how long I was there. More intense rain began falling again. After that it was just constant rain and I stood there praying the privacy fence was doing its thing and no one could see.
Eventually the rain subsided to a light drizzle and I heard them coming outside. One of them removed the blindfold and I thanked them over and over. To my surprise it was nearly dark. They untied the rope from my waist to the tree limb and cut the duct tape off. They slowly eased me back to a standing position until my dizziness passed.
Mavis led me back inside, removed the collar and leash and dried me off. She gave me some left over food from their supper which I ate kneeling then sent me to the basement to wait. When she came down she told me Hannah had gone. She pulled my wrists behind my back and snapped metal cuffs on them. She asked how I liked my little escapade under the tree and she hoped the neighbors enjoyed it as much as she did. I think she was bluffing but the thought of that chilled me. She had me eat her pussy again then bent over and had me tongue her ass, telling me to get a good taste of her in my mouth. When she was satisfied she guided me in to the cage and locked the door. She pissed on me again then told me she was going to bed and hoped I enjoyed my evening. She went upstairs turned off the light and shut the basement door.
It took me forever to go to sleep but I eventually did. It started raining harder and that helped lull me to sleep.
Sunday, August 24.
I awoke stiff and sore. I needed to pee and didn’t hold back. I couldn’t hear her upstairs at first but after a while I heard her moving around then the toilet flushing. From the light coming in the tiny windows I knew the sun was out and that made me feel better. I sensed she was in the kitchen fixing breakfast. I smelled coffee. Her phone rang and I heard her talking. She came down in a robe and grinned at me, asking how I slept. I said okay. She asked if I was glad to see her and I replied I was. She noticed I’d peed again and commented on what a pig I was wallowing in my own slime. She unlocked the cage and let me squirm out, something I’ve become rather adept at doing now. She took the cuffs off and let me stretch then she sat down and opened her robe. I knew the signal and crawled to her, massaged her breasts and buried my face between her thighs and serviced her pussy until she orgasmed.
She asked me if I wanted her ass and I nodded yes. She snickered and said it might be a little messy back there but she thought she’d gotten most of it. I cringed but she got up and bent over the chair and spread her cheeks. I started licking her and she told me not like that, get my tongue against her hole. I went deeper and definitely knew she’d been to the bathroom. The essence was there but I licked her. She commented my tongue was far better than a bidet. I licked until she indicated she was satisfied.
I followed her upstairs for a breakfast of coffee, juice and oatmeal. She reminded me this was Sunday and she had to get ready for church. She indicated no one was available to baby sit me but she had a plan. I cleaned her kitchen, including scrubbing the floor while she showered and dressed. I noticed the sunny morning had turned cloudy and gray.
She came out dressed in her robe and sent me downstairs for some rope and the ball gag. When I returned she tied my hands behind me and told me this was necessary because she didn’t want me touching my cunt while she was gone. She pulled her hairbrush out of the pocket of her robe and placed it on the kitchen table. She pinched my facial cheeks, inserted the gag, tightened the strap behind my head and said this would avoid any screams that might alert her neighbors because I was going to get 25 on each butt cheek. Picking up the hair brush, she bent me over the kitchen table and began swatting my ass cheeks until I was grunting into the gag. She did not hold back; they hurt and she told me she had to beat the devil out of me simply because it was Sunday. When she finished I had tears in the corners of my eyes.
She picked up the extra rope and guided me outside in the back yard to the little fenced in area behind the garage. I noticed she now keeps her garbage cans back there. She ran ropes around my body, above and below my tits, pinning my upper arms tightly against my body and causing my tits to stick out. She told me to lie down in the dirt which was still muddy for last night’s rain. She used the remaining rope to tie my ankles together and also my legs above my knees. When she was finished tying me she took the gag out and laughed and said she didn’t think I was stupid enough to call out for help being that I was in her neighborhood without a car or clothes. I promised there was no way I’d scream while she was gone. She pinched my nipples hard, so hard I wanted to scream. She laughed and said that was a test. She stood up and told me she had Sunday school, church and church lasted a long time in a black church so I’d be here a while. I understood but inside of me I was doing flip flops. She opened her robe and pissed on me like it was the most normal thing in the world. Her parting comment was that while she was gone, I should lie here and think about some things … that I was lying in mud and piss, I shit and take enemas in the yard, and she can beat me anytime she wants. That chilled me.
She locked the gate behind her and went back in the house to finish dressing. I surmised my surroundings again, the little area of my prison about 12 feet x 5 feet and the sticky red mud and a handful of weeds that I was lying in. I remembered over a month ago she had me dig up all the grass in this little enclosure. In a few minutes I heard her get into her car and leave for church. I was frantic. I took a deep breath and tried to calm down.
The sky was still cloudy but the humidity was already setting in and no breeze wafted inside the 6 foot high stockade fencing. Her piss dried quickly and made my naked body sticky. Flies were already buzzing around me and I figured they came from the garbage cans. I struggled to a seated position but that put pressure on my well spanked ass cheeks. She probably hadn’t been gone 15 minutes and I was already perspiring from the humidity. I figured she would be gone 3 hours or more and I knew I was fucked. Next door I could hear the neighbors, a man and a woman’s voices, out in their yard and I tried to avoid even breathing heavily. I wondered what they’d do if they knew there was a naked tied up white woman across the fence. Intuitively I knew.
As bad as my situation was I wanted to cumm but there was no way. I struggled in the ropes which did no good since she’s extremely efficient at tying. I was here for the duration. I sat and just absorbed my situation for a long time. I though about the number of times over the weekend she’d pissed on me and the enema last night. She certainly had a thing for toilet activities and I felt one step lower than her commode. The sky grew darker and rain started falling again. I figured it would wash her pee off me and keep the flies away and I took advantage of the opportunity to piss in the ground which was rapidly turning muddier. The seated position became too uncomfortable on my ass so I gave up and lay down. I shifted from one side to the other. The rain kept pouring. Once when I shifted to my right side I went too far and ended up face down. The rain stopped and I rolled around again trying to find a half way comfortable position but all I was doing was getting muddier and there was no rain to wash it off. I was so fucked.
After the rain, I could hear voices in the street, cars going by and kids playing. I prayed no one would throw a ball over the fence by accident and come to retrieve it. The sun came out and I began perspiring again. The flies came back. It was wretched but I still wanted to cumm. There was mud on my body and in my hair. I just lay there since there was nothing I could do except watch clouds cover the sun and think about how totally fucked I was.
Finally I heard the garage door open and prayed it was her returning. I heard someone coming to the gate and it opened. I was so relieved to see her face again. She told me I looked more filthy and nasty than any woman she’d even seen. She told me to oink. I did. She made me do it louder and I’m sure the neighbors could have heard me. then she said she had to pee so badly and held it all through church knowing I’d expect it. She removed her panties, hiked her skirt up, straddled me and told me to open my mouth and close my eyes. Otherwise she’d ask some neighbors over. That threat was too great and I did as she wanted. She pissed straight into my face, some into my mouth and stepped back until she’d dribbled the last drops onto my cunt. Then she told me she was going next door for lunch with her neighbor and when she returned she’d let me out. She closed the gate and locked it so quickly I didn’t have time to protest. I knew I probably had another hour and resigned myself to that fate.
I was almost perturbed that she left me again but I made the best of it. What else could I do? I knew this was her way of using me. I just lay there in the mud watching the day get cloudy again thinking how this woman has so many remarkable yet diabolical traits.
Soon she returned and opened the gate. She got the garden hose and untied my ankles and legs then helped me stand. She hosed me off from my hair to my feet, then paused to untie the rest of me and hosed me off again. I followed her back inside and down to the basement where she partially undressed and sat in her green chair. I began worshipping her pussy again until she let out a soft cumm.
She shoved me in the cage, locked the door and told me she’d talked with Katrina earlier and she’d be here in a coupe of hours. In the meantime she was going to take a nap and since I wasn’t tied, I had permission to cumm. She sat in the chair and told me to start playing with myself and look into her eyes while I did; she wanted to watch me cumm. I started and she kept telling me how I was nothing, no good without making a spectacle of myself to her and her friends. I kept frigging until she told me to cumm. I exploded and slumped back against the cage. She told me I was a good girl and pissed on me. I thanked her. She went upstairs to nap and I settled in for a nap of my own.
I was awakened by Katrina’s voice upstairs. I didn’t say anything but tried to listen though unsuccessfully. Shortly Katrina came down and giggled at me asking how I was. She said it was after 6:00 and unlocked the cage. She said I was too grungy to touch, to clean myself the cage and floor then come upstairs. She and Mavis had some things to discuss in the meantime. I cleaned everything and finally myself. Yet I still reeked of what I’d endured. When I went upstairs, I knelt and kissed Mavis feet and thanked her for the weekend. She told both of us this needed to happen more often
Katrina gave me a basic skirt and blouse to wear back to her place. It was around 7:00 when we got to Katrina’s and I calculated I’d been there about 50 hours. Back at her place we talked extensively until I bathed and showered before driving home.
When I went to work this morning, Katrina told me to take my toy bag, suitcase, extra slut heels and hose and not to bother packing any clothes, that what I wore to work would be more than I needed. I did as she wanted and also took my laptop, which I’ve been using for work. Hubby knew I’d be gone for the weekend.
I turned in a couple of documents, chatted with the person I reported to and left around 9:30. I went straight to Katrina’s as she directed.
I arrived at 9:50 and parked in front of her townhouse. I grabbed my things and went in. She had me strip immediately telling me she didn’t know when I’d have the privilege of wearing clothes again. We went down to her basement playroom and fucked for two hours until she had me come upstairs and fix her lunch. While I did she either called or exchanged emails with Jody. After lunch I served her again and went out on the patio where she pissed on me. I came back inside and washed off then we talked for a while.
Around 3:30 she told me it was time to go to Mavis. She collared me, snapped a leash on and tied my hands behind me. She picked up my toy bag, took a pair of slut heels out of my bag and strapped them on my feet then led me to her garage where she guided me into the back seat of her Honda and threw a blanket over me. I asked about my clothes and my car. She responded that those were things I wouldn’t need in the next few days. She called Mavis and said we were coming over. Once we left the freeway and hit some quieter streets she reached back and yanked the blanket off me, exposing me completely. I realize the windows are tinted but I still had my doubts about what someone might see should they choose to peer in. I was lying on my left side, knees pushed against the back of the passenger seat to keep me from falling into the floor.
She parked in Mavis garage and literally dragged me out by the leash. I tottered awkwardly behind her as she led me across the yard to the back door. She led me inside where Mavis was waiting. I noticed it was about 4:00.
Mavis had plenty to say, berating me for being gone so long. She slapped and scolded me saying I’d been highly remiss for not seeing her. She had me calling her “Aunt Mavis”. Finally she turned me across her knee like a naughty schoolgirl, called me “child” and spanked me all around my ass cheeks, inner thighs and rose with her hairbrush. Katrina sat across the room and watched, laughed and reiterated that I was literally trapped in Mavis neighborhood without any clothes, any car and no purse or id. She told Mavis I hadn’t cumm in 3 days and it was up to her if and when I did.
Katrina indicated it was time for her to leave. I asked when she was coming back and her reply was … when she felt like it and perhaps she might not come back. Mavis laughed like hell. She and Katrina talked for a moment about how I was completely at their mercy and what a treat it was to have me here. Katrina was giggling and texting somebody amidst the sound of my butt getting beaten and my yelling. She waved goodbye and left.
Mavis didn’t stop spanking me until I was crying. She stroked my hair and told me I was hers, that I’d better get used to it and I needed to make up for lost time.
She guided me to my feet, untied my hands and told me to undress her. I pulled off her animal print kaftan, white bra and panties and rhinestone studded sandals. She returned to the sofa and her only words were to make her feel good.
I knelt and stroked her body from her knees to her breasts and began fondling and kissing her sagging breasts. I sucked on her nipples until they were firm, elongated and glistening. I slid my right hand down to her sex. She murmured, calling me her honey child, her white whore, her little girl. She wanted my mouth on her and slid lower in the chair until her pussy was at the front edge of the seat. I started massaging, fingering, licking and gnawing at her labia, toying with her, building her up and listening to her breathing. Then I buried my face in her completely and literally feasted at her pussy. She held back, I knew she was but that provided more opportunity to give her what she’d missed for weeks. She savored it forever then began moaning and cumming. Then she raised her thighs back. I lifted them, one with each hand, and went for her rose.
She slipped her kaftan back on. Taking the leash, she led me outside into the fenced back yard. It had to be about 90-95 degrees and humid as blazes. I sat on the grass under the large maple tree, legs apart, and leaned back supported by my arms. She stood in front of me, raised the hem to her waist and drenched me from my neck to my thighs.
She tugged me back into the house, picked up my toy bag and led me down the basement stairs. Things were pretty much as they were when I was last down here about a month ago. She emptied the toy bag on a table, lubed my butt plug and bent my body over and slowly worked the plug up my canal until it seated. She cuffed my hands behind me with the metal cuffs, then wrapped leather cuffs around each ankle and tied a short piece of rope to the d-ring of each cuff. She instructed me to get into the cage and sit against one side of the cage with my back against the heavy wires that form small squares about 2” by 4” then spread my legs wide into the corners of the cage floor. She worked her fingers through the small openings and grabbed the rope at my right cuff and tied that to the cage then did the same with the left one. My pussy was wide open and sitting on my well spanked bottom and plugged ass was painful.
Her lewd comments about my pussy were nonstop and told me how horny I must be for a cumm. Truthfully I was dying for a cumm and told her so. She laughed.
She left me this way and went upstairs. I could not shift my position. I heard her puttering around upstairs, sometimes singing to herself, and a couple of times talking on the phone though I couldn’t discern the conversation. What daylight came through the tiny basement window was fading and I watched the room become dark. I had to pee and just let it flow. I sat alone a long time. Eventually she came down in a robe which she took off and pissed on me again then returned upstairs. Her visit was merely to use me as her bathroom break whore. That made me want to cumm more.
I smelled her cooking and realized I was hungry. Again there seemed to be a long period of time. She came down again with a bowl of chicken and dumplings and a bottle of cheap Carlo Rossi Chablis which she said was all whores deserved. She asked if I was hungry and I relied yes. She untied my ankles and unlocked the cage and I squirmed out. She grabbed the leash and tugged me over to the low table where she set the food. She uncuffed my hands and I leaned over the table and devoured every morsel and drank about 3 glasses of wine.
When I’d finished she took the leash and tugged me upstairs and outside to pee. There was a light sprinkle of rain, some thunder. I peed and she peed on me again.
Once we were back in her basement, she led me past the cage to the far corner of the basement where boxes were stacked. There are a couple of metal posts back there that go floor to ceiling as supports for the main floor. She spread some large towels on the floor and told me to sit. She wrapped the leather cuffs back on my ankles and ran a rope from each cuff to each post. She had me lie on my back. Grinning and talking to me in soft tones about what a slut I was, she wrapped a leather cuff around each wrist and ran rope from the d-rings to immovable objects in the basement, one went to the laundry sink, the other to a 2 x 4 supporting the stairs When she finished I was spread like an X on the floor, the collar still on and the plug still in my ass. She threw an old blanket on me and said she was satisfied I could sleep the night this way and not reach my cunt.
I lay there listening to my heart beating, thunder coming closer, seeing flashes of lightening through the tiny basement window and finally a pouring rain. I was desperate for a cumm and those thoughts consumed me until I fell asleep.
Saturday, Aug 22
When I woke, daylight was streaming through the tiny windows. During the night I’d peed and the floor beneath me reeked of piss. I hadn’t really rested but I’d slept. I heard her upstairs moving around and smelled coffee brewing. I was sore stiff and let out a groan. She came down with a huge grin on her face but didn’t say a word.
She untied me and led me upstairs and out into the back yard. She held the leash and told me to piss take the plug out and shit in the grass. I peed and worked the plug out which I figured had been in me well over 12 hours and felt like a permanent part of my anatomy. I was embarrassed to shit in the grass but I had to and just did it. She handed me toilet paper to wipe and a plastic grocery bag to gather up the shit and toilet paper. The analogy of a dog being let out to do her business was definitely there. While I was picking up my mess, she pissed on me.
She led me toward her screened back porch and had me sit on the steps. She gave me coffee, orange juice and a muffin. We went downstairs. I reeked of piss and sweat and my hair was ratty and tangled. I asked if I could bath in the laundry sink but she said no, that she liked seeing me this way … stinky, dirty and disheveled … because it accentuated the difference between her superiority and my status as a dirty whore. She reminded me I’d just shit like a dog as slept in piss. She laughed and said one day I’d be her slave and wallow in my filth just to amuse her and I’d be lucky to get one bath a week so get over it. I stopped complaining. She sat in her chair, opened her robe and I ate her pussy again then she bent over the chair and had me suck on her ass, finger it and suck until she had another orgasm. I asked if I could cumm and she slapped me and didn’t respond.
She cuffed my hands behind me and put the leather cuffs back on my ankles and had me crawl back inside the cage. Once again I was sitting against the side of the cage and she had me place my feet in the corners of the cage and tied them wide apart, leaving my cunt well exposed. She made obnoxious remarks about my cunt, how it was my brain and so on. She went upstairs. Again I heard her puttering and talking on the phone. I have no idea how long this went on but it was quite a while. At one point she left the house because I heard the front door shut and no noises in the house. She returned shortly. I had no idea where she went.
Sometime after that I heard the doorbell ring and another person enter. They were laughing and moving around upstairs for a few minutes until I heard the basement door open. Mavis and Hannah came down together carrying glasses of wine, a bottle of chardonnay, a plastic cup and the jug of Carlo Rossi.
Hannah peered at me like I was a creature from another planet and I knew I looked ratty and disheveled as hell plus smelled of piss and my own perspiration. She’d never seen such a filthy white woman and she and Mavis talked about my desperate need to cumm.
Mavis told me they’d let me cumm but if I choose to, I’d be beaten afterwards and probably be treated worse than I had been. She also said I’d keep fucking myself until they told me to stop. She asked me did I still want to cumm. I thought about if for a moment and said yes Maam.
She got the key to the cuffs and came around to the side of the cage that I was leaning against. She worked the key into one cuff and unlocked it then the other one. She opened the door to the cage and tossed in a vibe and a dildo and set the jug of Carlo Rossi and the cup inside. She told me to pour some in the cup and drink which I did. She told me I’d make a drunken spectacle of myself while they watched.
My ankles were still tied to the corners of the cage and my cunt was wide open. First she told me to ram the dildo into my cunt, leave it in and drink a cup of wine. I began drinking and she made me consume a lot. I could feel the effect since I hadn’t eaten lunch. She told me to pour some over my head or she’d take the dildo away. Like some kind of crazed idiot desperate for a cumm, I poured wine over myself. They cackled and called me pathetic. Mavis got the clover clamps and tossed them in the cage and told me to clamp my nipples. I did that too which was proof to her I’d do anything for a cumm. She told me to ram my cunt 5 times hard then take the dildo out and suck it. I did. While I was sucking the dildo she told me to piss in the cup. I was making a complete fool of myself but I was frenzied and wanted that cumm. Once I finished peeing, she told me to drink my piss then start ramming my cunt until I came. I did and they muttered among themselves about what a desperate white trash whore I was.
I started fucking myself and I came in about 30 seconds. They said keep going but this time use my fingers and drink wine. I was frigging and drinking and came again. Both of them had partially stripped, Mavis to bra and panties and Hannah to panties and her top. Mavis walked over pulled her panty aside and pissed at my face and hair. Hannah followed her and generally pissed over my tummy and cunt. Next they had me use the vibe on my cunt and suck the cummy dildo again. I lost track of what was said but it was a combination of frigging and fucking myself, toying with the clamps on my nipples and drinking wine and piss. They made me keep going until I had cumm 5 times and my cunt and clit were raw. The last cumm was extremely anguishing to the point that I was begging them to stop making me cumm. She chided me about what I’d just done.
Mavis untied my ankles and I struggled out of the cage. She yanked the clamps off my nipples. I screamed. She kicked me over to Hannah who was sitting on the edge of the low table. With my hands still cuffed behind me and my body coated with piss and wine, I watched as she lowered her panties and stuck her pussy at me. I began eating her. While I did, Mavis took my crop and flailed the heck out of my ass. Hannah kept undressing as I ate her and when I finished making her cumm, I nursed from her huge breasts until Mavis yanked me by my hair and dragged me into her pussy for a cumm. While I ate her Hannah sawed her hands across my cunt until I painfully came again.
I recall at this point I was totally exhausted, half drunk and needed a rest. I asked them nicely but Mavis said we’re just getting started. She removed the cuffs and told me to clean up all the piss on the floor and in the cage. They dressed and went upstairs.
When I’d cleaned up everything, which took forever, they summoned me upstairs. Mavis told me to stand on the back porch while she got some things. I heard them clomping down to the basement and when they came up, they went to the kitchen and did something. When they came out to the porch Mavis had a large paper bag.
Mavis pulled my leash and led me outside under the large maple tree even though rain started to fall. She told me to bend over and grab my ankles. I did. She pulled a roll of duct tape out of the bag and wrapped it several times around my left ankle and wrist then kept wrapping it up my lower leg and forearm then did the same with my right wrist and ankle. My feet were more than shoulder width apart and my knees slightly bent. She ran a long rope around my waist, tied it in back, and had Hannah toss the rest of the rope, about 12-15 feet, over a tree limb about 6 or 8 feet off the ground. She pulled it snug and tied the end of the rope around the tree trunk. There was no way I could move. Trust me I was shaking like crazy because I had no idea what they were up to.
She pulled my enema bag out of the paper sack and squirted some liquid dishwashing detergent in it, some wine and filled it with water from a plastic jug. I knew what was coming and was shaking. My hips and ass was the highest part of my body right then. They laughed about cleaning out my filthy guts and hung the enema bag from a rope tied to a tree limb above and behind me. They kicked my legs apart wider, lubed the nozzle then my ass hole and inserted the nozzle. I looked up at them in sheer fright. Mavis snickered and said … maybe you don’t want to watch this… and took a scarf out of the bag and blindfolded me. I protested but it didn’t make any difference. One of them started hitting me across my hanging tits and my ass with what I think was the crop but I wasn’t sure.
The rain became heavier but that didn’t deter them. Mavis released the clamp on the bag and I felt the mixture filling me. I groaned. They kept manipulating the bag and the clamp until all of it was inside me. I was petrified and groaning. One of them removed the nozzle. They left, presumably to the porch because I heard the screen door shut. I felt the effects of the wine in the enema and was dizzy. I wanted to lie down so badly but obviously couldn’t. Even above the thunder I could hear them laughing that this was the funniest thing they’d imagined. I ached, tried to hold it and groaned. It was pouring rain now and drenching me like a drowned rat. I stood there listening to my tummy rumble and the thunder. Finally I couldn’t hold it any longer and spewed my guts out. They roared in laughter which humiliated me even more. The main part of the storm finally passed and they called out that they were going inside to eat. I yelled please don’t leave me but that was futile. I have no idea how long I was there. More intense rain began falling again. After that it was just constant rain and I stood there praying the privacy fence was doing its thing and no one could see.
Eventually the rain subsided to a light drizzle and I heard them coming outside. One of them removed the blindfold and I thanked them over and over. To my surprise it was nearly dark. They untied the rope from my waist to the tree limb and cut the duct tape off. They slowly eased me back to a standing position until my dizziness passed.
Mavis led me back inside, removed the collar and leash and dried me off. She gave me some left over food from their supper which I ate kneeling then sent me to the basement to wait. When she came down she told me Hannah had gone. She pulled my wrists behind my back and snapped metal cuffs on them. She asked how I liked my little escapade under the tree and she hoped the neighbors enjoyed it as much as she did. I think she was bluffing but the thought of that chilled me. She had me eat her pussy again then bent over and had me tongue her ass, telling me to get a good taste of her in my mouth. When she was satisfied she guided me in to the cage and locked the door. She pissed on me again then told me she was going to bed and hoped I enjoyed my evening. She went upstairs turned off the light and shut the basement door.
It took me forever to go to sleep but I eventually did. It started raining harder and that helped lull me to sleep.
Sunday, August 24.
I awoke stiff and sore. I needed to pee and didn’t hold back. I couldn’t hear her upstairs at first but after a while I heard her moving around then the toilet flushing. From the light coming in the tiny windows I knew the sun was out and that made me feel better. I sensed she was in the kitchen fixing breakfast. I smelled coffee. Her phone rang and I heard her talking. She came down in a robe and grinned at me, asking how I slept. I said okay. She asked if I was glad to see her and I replied I was. She noticed I’d peed again and commented on what a pig I was wallowing in my own slime. She unlocked the cage and let me squirm out, something I’ve become rather adept at doing now. She took the cuffs off and let me stretch then she sat down and opened her robe. I knew the signal and crawled to her, massaged her breasts and buried my face between her thighs and serviced her pussy until she orgasmed.
She asked me if I wanted her ass and I nodded yes. She snickered and said it might be a little messy back there but she thought she’d gotten most of it. I cringed but she got up and bent over the chair and spread her cheeks. I started licking her and she told me not like that, get my tongue against her hole. I went deeper and definitely knew she’d been to the bathroom. The essence was there but I licked her. She commented my tongue was far better than a bidet. I licked until she indicated she was satisfied.
I followed her upstairs for a breakfast of coffee, juice and oatmeal. She reminded me this was Sunday and she had to get ready for church. She indicated no one was available to baby sit me but she had a plan. I cleaned her kitchen, including scrubbing the floor while she showered and dressed. I noticed the sunny morning had turned cloudy and gray.
She came out dressed in her robe and sent me downstairs for some rope and the ball gag. When I returned she tied my hands behind me and told me this was necessary because she didn’t want me touching my cunt while she was gone. She pulled her hairbrush out of the pocket of her robe and placed it on the kitchen table. She pinched my facial cheeks, inserted the gag, tightened the strap behind my head and said this would avoid any screams that might alert her neighbors because I was going to get 25 on each butt cheek. Picking up the hair brush, she bent me over the kitchen table and began swatting my ass cheeks until I was grunting into the gag. She did not hold back; they hurt and she told me she had to beat the devil out of me simply because it was Sunday. When she finished I had tears in the corners of my eyes.
She picked up the extra rope and guided me outside in the back yard to the little fenced in area behind the garage. I noticed she now keeps her garbage cans back there. She ran ropes around my body, above and below my tits, pinning my upper arms tightly against my body and causing my tits to stick out. She told me to lie down in the dirt which was still muddy for last night’s rain. She used the remaining rope to tie my ankles together and also my legs above my knees. When she was finished tying me she took the gag out and laughed and said she didn’t think I was stupid enough to call out for help being that I was in her neighborhood without a car or clothes. I promised there was no way I’d scream while she was gone. She pinched my nipples hard, so hard I wanted to scream. She laughed and said that was a test. She stood up and told me she had Sunday school, church and church lasted a long time in a black church so I’d be here a while. I understood but inside of me I was doing flip flops. She opened her robe and pissed on me like it was the most normal thing in the world. Her parting comment was that while she was gone, I should lie here and think about some things … that I was lying in mud and piss, I shit and take enemas in the yard, and she can beat me anytime she wants. That chilled me.
She locked the gate behind her and went back in the house to finish dressing. I surmised my surroundings again, the little area of my prison about 12 feet x 5 feet and the sticky red mud and a handful of weeds that I was lying in. I remembered over a month ago she had me dig up all the grass in this little enclosure. In a few minutes I heard her get into her car and leave for church. I was frantic. I took a deep breath and tried to calm down.
The sky was still cloudy but the humidity was already setting in and no breeze wafted inside the 6 foot high stockade fencing. Her piss dried quickly and made my naked body sticky. Flies were already buzzing around me and I figured they came from the garbage cans. I struggled to a seated position but that put pressure on my well spanked ass cheeks. She probably hadn’t been gone 15 minutes and I was already perspiring from the humidity. I figured she would be gone 3 hours or more and I knew I was fucked. Next door I could hear the neighbors, a man and a woman’s voices, out in their yard and I tried to avoid even breathing heavily. I wondered what they’d do if they knew there was a naked tied up white woman across the fence. Intuitively I knew.
As bad as my situation was I wanted to cumm but there was no way. I struggled in the ropes which did no good since she’s extremely efficient at tying. I was here for the duration. I sat and just absorbed my situation for a long time. I though about the number of times over the weekend she’d pissed on me and the enema last night. She certainly had a thing for toilet activities and I felt one step lower than her commode. The sky grew darker and rain started falling again. I figured it would wash her pee off me and keep the flies away and I took advantage of the opportunity to piss in the ground which was rapidly turning muddier. The seated position became too uncomfortable on my ass so I gave up and lay down. I shifted from one side to the other. The rain kept pouring. Once when I shifted to my right side I went too far and ended up face down. The rain stopped and I rolled around again trying to find a half way comfortable position but all I was doing was getting muddier and there was no rain to wash it off. I was so fucked.
After the rain, I could hear voices in the street, cars going by and kids playing. I prayed no one would throw a ball over the fence by accident and come to retrieve it. The sun came out and I began perspiring again. The flies came back. It was wretched but I still wanted to cumm. There was mud on my body and in my hair. I just lay there since there was nothing I could do except watch clouds cover the sun and think about how totally fucked I was.
Finally I heard the garage door open and prayed it was her returning. I heard someone coming to the gate and it opened. I was so relieved to see her face again. She told me I looked more filthy and nasty than any woman she’d even seen. She told me to oink. I did. She made me do it louder and I’m sure the neighbors could have heard me. then she said she had to pee so badly and held it all through church knowing I’d expect it. She removed her panties, hiked her skirt up, straddled me and told me to open my mouth and close my eyes. Otherwise she’d ask some neighbors over. That threat was too great and I did as she wanted. She pissed straight into my face, some into my mouth and stepped back until she’d dribbled the last drops onto my cunt. Then she told me she was going next door for lunch with her neighbor and when she returned she’d let me out. She closed the gate and locked it so quickly I didn’t have time to protest. I knew I probably had another hour and resigned myself to that fate.
I was almost perturbed that she left me again but I made the best of it. What else could I do? I knew this was her way of using me. I just lay there in the mud watching the day get cloudy again thinking how this woman has so many remarkable yet diabolical traits.
Soon she returned and opened the gate. She got the garden hose and untied my ankles and legs then helped me stand. She hosed me off from my hair to my feet, then paused to untie the rest of me and hosed me off again. I followed her back inside and down to the basement where she partially undressed and sat in her green chair. I began worshipping her pussy again until she let out a soft cumm.
She shoved me in the cage, locked the door and told me she’d talked with Katrina earlier and she’d be here in a coupe of hours. In the meantime she was going to take a nap and since I wasn’t tied, I had permission to cumm. She sat in the chair and told me to start playing with myself and look into her eyes while I did; she wanted to watch me cumm. I started and she kept telling me how I was nothing, no good without making a spectacle of myself to her and her friends. I kept frigging until she told me to cumm. I exploded and slumped back against the cage. She told me I was a good girl and pissed on me. I thanked her. She went upstairs to nap and I settled in for a nap of my own.
I was awakened by Katrina’s voice upstairs. I didn’t say anything but tried to listen though unsuccessfully. Shortly Katrina came down and giggled at me asking how I was. She said it was after 6:00 and unlocked the cage. She said I was too grungy to touch, to clean myself the cage and floor then come upstairs. She and Mavis had some things to discuss in the meantime. I cleaned everything and finally myself. Yet I still reeked of what I’d endured. When I went upstairs, I knelt and kissed Mavis feet and thanked her for the weekend. She told both of us this needed to happen more often
Katrina gave me a basic skirt and blouse to wear back to her place. It was around 7:00 when we got to Katrina’s and I calculated I’d been there about 50 hours. Back at her place we talked extensively until I bathed and showered before driving home.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Aug 9 2009: Sunday afternoon
Sunday afternoon, I carved out some time to tend to my duty and made arrangements to see Pauline, someone I hadn’t visited on months. I arrived shortly after 5:00 and she greeted me at the door with a hug and the scent of her perfume which she uses liberally. Once inside we shared some wine and weed in a pipe. We caught up on old times of which there have been few. She did ask me why she hadn’t seen me lately and all I could say was months ago Katrina limited my contacts which impacted who I saw.
Pauline said she finally picked up the phone and called me because every so often, even at 56, she needed some serious pussy service. I told her that’s why I’m here. She told me to undress and I stripped off a yellow and white sundress which was all I was wearing, except for my white medium heeled sandals. She had me play with myself then undress her. Physically she’s not exciting … not sure you remember but she's rather full figured and has pendulous breasts and an extremely wide ass and fleshy thighs. Her pussy is hairy. I know my duty is to serve and looked past all that. Yet I recalled in the 3-4 times we’ve been together she’s browned me pissed on me and fisted my cunt not to mention once I sucked her man friend’s cock, so she has some wicked moments.
We went to her bedroom and she sat in an upholstered chaise lounge by her bedroom window over looking her back yard. I knelt and lifted her breasts to my lips, sucking and going from one to the other. In some ways she reminded me of Mavis with larger features. She had me get a towel and place it under her in the chair and oil her breasts. I did until they glistened then sucked at her nipples like they were jewels. I moved to her pussy and licked her, then took a thick dildo she gave me and began fucking her. My mouth was back on her breasts. She had an orgasm and I licked around her labia and clit and brought her off again. She was breathless and I let her recover.
She wanted her ass attended to and slipped to all fours. I moved behind her, separated her fleshy cheeks and pushed my face into her ass and started licking. I also applied some oil on her rose and gently wiggled a finger inside her canal. That brought close to an orgasm and she told me to lie in the floor on my back then changed her mind and said lets do this on the bathroom floor.
We went into the bathroom and I lay on my back with a towel under me. She sat over me smothering me with her sumptuous ass and thighs while I sucked her ass. I swear I thought I’d pass out from lack of air. When I’d grunt and groan she’d raise enough for me to gasp for breath and then smother me again. Not only did she cumm, but started pissing on me, not much, just a little.
She told me to lie in the tub and I did. She got in and stood over me and really started pissing, covering me from my cunt to my face. She told me how much she loved doing that to me and what a dirty white whore I was. She handed me a dildo and said for all I’d done for her, she guessed I should cumm. I took it and thanked her and frigged myself while she watched. When I came I felt naughty as hell.
I cleaned her tub and bathroom floor. She put on a robe and watched me until I finished then I showered. I dressed and left there around 7:00. I didn’t have a ton of time but to me she enjoyed what time I had and felt very contented when I left.
Pauline said she finally picked up the phone and called me because every so often, even at 56, she needed some serious pussy service. I told her that’s why I’m here. She told me to undress and I stripped off a yellow and white sundress which was all I was wearing, except for my white medium heeled sandals. She had me play with myself then undress her. Physically she’s not exciting … not sure you remember but she's rather full figured and has pendulous breasts and an extremely wide ass and fleshy thighs. Her pussy is hairy. I know my duty is to serve and looked past all that. Yet I recalled in the 3-4 times we’ve been together she’s browned me pissed on me and fisted my cunt not to mention once I sucked her man friend’s cock, so she has some wicked moments.
We went to her bedroom and she sat in an upholstered chaise lounge by her bedroom window over looking her back yard. I knelt and lifted her breasts to my lips, sucking and going from one to the other. In some ways she reminded me of Mavis with larger features. She had me get a towel and place it under her in the chair and oil her breasts. I did until they glistened then sucked at her nipples like they were jewels. I moved to her pussy and licked her, then took a thick dildo she gave me and began fucking her. My mouth was back on her breasts. She had an orgasm and I licked around her labia and clit and brought her off again. She was breathless and I let her recover.
She wanted her ass attended to and slipped to all fours. I moved behind her, separated her fleshy cheeks and pushed my face into her ass and started licking. I also applied some oil on her rose and gently wiggled a finger inside her canal. That brought close to an orgasm and she told me to lie in the floor on my back then changed her mind and said lets do this on the bathroom floor.
We went into the bathroom and I lay on my back with a towel under me. She sat over me smothering me with her sumptuous ass and thighs while I sucked her ass. I swear I thought I’d pass out from lack of air. When I’d grunt and groan she’d raise enough for me to gasp for breath and then smother me again. Not only did she cumm, but started pissing on me, not much, just a little.
She told me to lie in the tub and I did. She got in and stood over me and really started pissing, covering me from my cunt to my face. She told me how much she loved doing that to me and what a dirty white whore I was. She handed me a dildo and said for all I’d done for her, she guessed I should cumm. I took it and thanked her and frigged myself while she watched. When I came I felt naughty as hell.
I cleaned her tub and bathroom floor. She put on a robe and watched me until I finished then I showered. I dressed and left there around 7:00. I didn’t have a ton of time but to me she enjoyed what time I had and felt very contented when I left.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
August 4 2009: Fran's
Blog 09 08 04 Fran’s
After taking to Fran again before I left, and getting her instructions, I wore an above the knee skirt, loose fitting button up blouse, bra and panty set which she wanted, beige thigh highs and a pair of white medium heeled sandals.
When I arrived there, with toy bag, she had me take off the skirt and blouse only. She was dressed immaculately in a soft off white blouse and patterned gray, tan and off white skirt and heels. I stood before her in bra panties hose and heels and she asked me questions about last Friday when I did her friend at the hotel. I related that afternoon’s events in detail and when I concluded I asked her who the woman was. She gave me a sweet smile and told me that would remain a well kept secret but her friend raved about what a well trained slut I had been and that she’d enjoyed the session. This friend took Fran to dinner Saturday night as a way of thanking Fran for mentioned me to her. I get the impression this woman whoever she is doesn’t hesitate to spend money.
Fran said my telling of the event had made her … restless as she put it and I needed to take care of her. I followed her upstairs, toy bag in one hand, to her bedroom where I undressed her completely. She lay on her bed. In my lingerie and hose I began servicing her, first by sucking her breasts then her pussy. She gave me a gel dildo which I held between my teeth and fucked her.
She told me I would not be allowed to cum for a while that we had an errand to run. She had me remove my bra and panties then go pee, go downstairs and fetch my skirt and blouse. While I did she peed. When we were both back in her bedroom she took some rope out of my toy bag and tied ropes above and below my tits then pulled them out between the ropes. She tied a crotch rope into me and ran 4 strands of rope through my slit. She told me to put the skirt and blouse back on which I did. My tits were standing out and the effect was slightly whorish but presentable. The rope through my cunt drove me insane and she reminded me not to enjoy it too much because I was not allowed to cumm. Also she did not allow me to wash my face and I had her scent on me.
We walked to her car and drove to the store where Melissa works. I freaked. She laughed at my reaction and said she wanted me to pick up Melissa and beg her to use me; to her it would be a good return to reality for me. She chided me about being a classy hotel whore one week and picking up a black woman the next and besides she had an urge to see me make a whore of myself. We went into the store and found Melissa who grinned when she saw me. Fran had me tell her I was wearing a rope bra and crotch rope and Melissa went into stitches of laughter. We went back into the hallway where the restrooms are and I had to unbutton two buttons and give her a peek, then raise my skirt so she could feel my cunt. I told her I wanted to fuck her. The question became where.
Melissa had us leave the store and wait until we saw her walk to the concrete block storage building. She opened the door and the three of us went inside. It was hot as blazes. Fran had me take my skirt and blouse off, leaving me in hose and ropes. Melissa wiggled out of her jeans and sat on the edge of an old desk which we’ve used before. I got on my knees and began eating her pussy and she was as wet as I think she's ever been. I was already dripping with sweat and Fran was fanning herself with a piece of cardboard. Melissa was moaning softly and Fran was telling me to get with it, calling me a two bit whore and all the filthy names she could think of. I sucked and licked Melissa’s sweaty pussy and it didn’t take long for her to cumm and flood me. I cleaned her and she quickly pulled her jeans back up; we were dying in the heat. I wiped myself off some and put my skirt and top back on. We left the building and said good bye and I thanked Melissa for being available.
Fran and I drove back to her place. All the way back, she mused about how I’d gone from fucking her friend in a luxury hotel to sucking Melissa in a sweaty building. Once back at her home, I stripped nude and she took the tit ropes and pussy harness off and sent me to the shower. After I’d dressed, we went up to the garage apartment and she showed me the progress. The tile floor is in, and the bathroom is fully functional. Again she offered it to me if I need a place to crash. I thanked her and left.
After taking to Fran again before I left, and getting her instructions, I wore an above the knee skirt, loose fitting button up blouse, bra and panty set which she wanted, beige thigh highs and a pair of white medium heeled sandals.
When I arrived there, with toy bag, she had me take off the skirt and blouse only. She was dressed immaculately in a soft off white blouse and patterned gray, tan and off white skirt and heels. I stood before her in bra panties hose and heels and she asked me questions about last Friday when I did her friend at the hotel. I related that afternoon’s events in detail and when I concluded I asked her who the woman was. She gave me a sweet smile and told me that would remain a well kept secret but her friend raved about what a well trained slut I had been and that she’d enjoyed the session. This friend took Fran to dinner Saturday night as a way of thanking Fran for mentioned me to her. I get the impression this woman whoever she is doesn’t hesitate to spend money.
Fran said my telling of the event had made her … restless as she put it and I needed to take care of her. I followed her upstairs, toy bag in one hand, to her bedroom where I undressed her completely. She lay on her bed. In my lingerie and hose I began servicing her, first by sucking her breasts then her pussy. She gave me a gel dildo which I held between my teeth and fucked her.
She told me I would not be allowed to cum for a while that we had an errand to run. She had me remove my bra and panties then go pee, go downstairs and fetch my skirt and blouse. While I did she peed. When we were both back in her bedroom she took some rope out of my toy bag and tied ropes above and below my tits then pulled them out between the ropes. She tied a crotch rope into me and ran 4 strands of rope through my slit. She told me to put the skirt and blouse back on which I did. My tits were standing out and the effect was slightly whorish but presentable. The rope through my cunt drove me insane and she reminded me not to enjoy it too much because I was not allowed to cumm. Also she did not allow me to wash my face and I had her scent on me.
We walked to her car and drove to the store where Melissa works. I freaked. She laughed at my reaction and said she wanted me to pick up Melissa and beg her to use me; to her it would be a good return to reality for me. She chided me about being a classy hotel whore one week and picking up a black woman the next and besides she had an urge to see me make a whore of myself. We went into the store and found Melissa who grinned when she saw me. Fran had me tell her I was wearing a rope bra and crotch rope and Melissa went into stitches of laughter. We went back into the hallway where the restrooms are and I had to unbutton two buttons and give her a peek, then raise my skirt so she could feel my cunt. I told her I wanted to fuck her. The question became where.
Melissa had us leave the store and wait until we saw her walk to the concrete block storage building. She opened the door and the three of us went inside. It was hot as blazes. Fran had me take my skirt and blouse off, leaving me in hose and ropes. Melissa wiggled out of her jeans and sat on the edge of an old desk which we’ve used before. I got on my knees and began eating her pussy and she was as wet as I think she's ever been. I was already dripping with sweat and Fran was fanning herself with a piece of cardboard. Melissa was moaning softly and Fran was telling me to get with it, calling me a two bit whore and all the filthy names she could think of. I sucked and licked Melissa’s sweaty pussy and it didn’t take long for her to cumm and flood me. I cleaned her and she quickly pulled her jeans back up; we were dying in the heat. I wiped myself off some and put my skirt and top back on. We left the building and said good bye and I thanked Melissa for being available.
Fran and I drove back to her place. All the way back, she mused about how I’d gone from fucking her friend in a luxury hotel to sucking Melissa in a sweaty building. Once back at her home, I stripped nude and she took the tit ropes and pussy harness off and sent me to the shower. After I’d dressed, we went up to the garage apartment and she showed me the progress. The tile floor is in, and the bathroom is fully functional. Again she offered it to me if I need a place to crash. I thanked her and left.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
July 31, 2009: Mystery Woman at the Hotel
On Thursday the 30th, I received a call from a woman who immediately said she heard I was a slut for black women. I asked who told her this; she said she's a friend of Fran. I asked her name but she said I didn't need to know that right now. She went on to say that if what she was told was halfway true, it might be interesting if we got together or two. I told her I was in the middle of a work assignment and wouldn’t be completely free until mid August. She refused to wait that long, stating that she’s an extremely busy woman, is used to getting what she wants and reiterated her demand to see me Friday afternoon at 1:00. I told her I’d have to check a couple of things but I’d try. She said she’d call me back in 15 minutes and to figure it out by then plus I could call Fran if I doubted anything she said. I told her that would not be necessary, that I believed her.
When she called again I told her I’d arranged to be available.
She stated she would reserve a room in my name at a specific hotel downtown. Then she proceeded to give me specific instructions … to check in at 1:00 fully dressed in suitable business attire, to have a piece of luggage so it would appear that was cheking into the hotel on business and to have my toy bag inside the luggage. She specifically told me to get the key, go to the room and place my luggage in room, then leave the room immediately, walk around downtown, return to the hotel room at 2:00 and knock on the door. She asked me to repeat her instructions. I did. She warned me not to break the appointment and hung up.
Out of sheer curiosity, I called back to the number that appeared on my incoming call register; it turned out to be an answering service. The voice prompts asked for a name or an extension and since I had neither, I hung up. I called Fran who told me I’d better live up to this womans expectations. I called Katrina who said this isn’t completely unexpected and it’s in my best interest to keep the appointment.
This morning when I dressed for the office, I selected things that matched the woman’s demands … a black long sleeved blouse and a cream a-line skirt, hose and cream colored sandals, bra and panties. I planned to go straight from the office to my appointment with her. After working a couple of hours and having a difficult time focusing, I left the office at noon and drove downtown, parking in the deck behind the designated hotel. Carrying my bag, I felt a little awkward approaching the hotel reservation desk but it was uneventful, I got the keycard and I went up to the room which was at the end of a hallway and entered. The room she reserved was large, nicely furnished with a king size bed and a small desk, two cushy chairs with ottomans. I dropped my bag on the bed, went into the bathroom and peed. There was no sign of her and I really didn’t expect any. I left the room and the hotel.
I went into an arcade across the street and browsed, had a white wine and a cookie at a cafe, peed again, then went back to the hotel. Nervously, I waited for an elevator and mentally checked in with my sanity.
Upon returning to the room just before 2:00, I knocked on the door. She cracked it open as far as the safety chain would allow. All I saw of her was her hand and bare forearm. I noticed her skin tone was quite dark and her nails well manicured. hrough the narrow opening of the door, she handed ne a pair of handcuffs and told me to snap them on my wrists in front and to knock again when I’d done that. She shut the door. I looked up the hall, didn’t see anybody and snapped the handcuffs on me. I took a deep breath and knocked again. She cracked the door open and handed me a blindfold and told me to put that on too. I took it and she shut the door again. The blindfold was serious stuff … black leather patches for the eyes and a thick elastic strap. I put it over my eyes, reached my hands across the top of my head and tightened the strap, then knocked again. I heard the safety chain disengage, the door open and her hand grabbed my left arm and pulled me into the room, locking the door behind me. My heart was racing.
She tightened the elastic strap on the blindfold then told me not to say a word unless she asked me a direct question and to follow her instructions specifically. I whispered yes Maam. She had me to take my skirt and panties off. I could leave on the thigh highs and heels. I stripped the skirt and panties off. She had me unbutton the blouse completely. She paused for a moment and said she wanted my hose and heels off, so I took them off. She guided me to the edge of the bed and had me sit. She used rope to tie my ankles together and tied another rope just above my knees. She told me she would release the handcuffs for a moment and I was to remove the blouse and bra. If I attempted to touch the blindfold she’d hit me. I was nervous as I’ve ever been but I nodded yes.
When she took the cuffs off, I pulled the blouse off and unclasped my bra which she took immediately. She pulled my arms behind my back and snapped the hand cuffs back on my wrists. I was shaking all over. She told me to stand up and helped me to my feet. I felt another rope circling my upper arms and body pinning my arms against me and tied tightly. She walked away from me and lit a cigarette (I could hear the flick of the lighter and the unmistakable aroma of a cigarette) and apparently fixed herself a drink because I could hear ice being put in a glass and something being poured.
For a few minutes I just stood there naked with her presumably looking at me. She lit another cigarette. She didn’t say anything until she walked back to me and ran her hands over my body. I tried to discern if she was clothed, partially undressed or nude. She referred to my breasts as udders and grumbled about them not being bigger. She slapped them several times until they were stinging then beat them more with what felt like a flogger. She told me how hard it was to find a white whore who would take a beating.
She helped me get to a kneeling position and slid something across the floor. She told me to bend forward and place only my head and shoulders on the ottoman. I did and she paused and moved around the room. She started beating me again, this time on my ass and upper thighs, first with what felt like a crop and then the flogger. The beating started out fairly light but she intensified the blows until I was squirming and I knew she was building me up. Then she laid several blows on me that made me yell into the fabric of the ottoman. She laughed and said … ah finally … she told me she likes the sound of a white bitch screaming from her beating. She hit my ass harder then hit the sides of my hanging tits with what felt like the crop. She’d tug on my nipples, pinch them then move her hand away and whip the nipple. I was screaming constantly into the ottoman by that time. She went back to my ass and hit me so hard it brought tears to my eyes.
She sat down in front of me and asked me how good I was at sucking black cock. I began shaking but she assured me she was referring to the dildo of her strappy. I breathed a sigh of relief. She told me that she was going to train me to suck black cock the way she wanted, and to see how well I take it in my ass. She said, as far as she was concerned, my mouth and my ass were my only sexual organs and she was not the least bit interested in my cunt.
She pulled me back to my knees then slapped my face with the dildo in the strappy which I assume she was wearing. By now I sensed she was at least nude from the waist down. She stuck the dildo against my lips and told me to suck. I did so for a long time. It was huge. She kept telling me to take it deeper until she was satisfied that I was doing it properly, and taking it deep enough in my throat. She told me to hold my head back and open my mouth. I did. She forced her nipple into my mouth and I knew she was probably naked. I sucked on one nipple until she moved the other one into my mouth. Her nipples were thick and elongated.
She pushed me back over the foot stool, and then moved behind me. She said she was going to insert a small dildo in my ass to loosen me up. She worked it in and out for some time, commented on how nicely my ass took it and kept fucking until I could take it easily. She removed it then mounted me and penetrated me there with her strap on. I groaned. Again she told me to shut up and take it like a whore. She did not relent, but kept working it until it was fully inside me. She let me rest for a moment then began gently fucking me. She told me to keep relaxing until I could take it all. It felt like she was sliding it halfway to my tummy and her thrusts became more forceful. I was moaning into the foot stool.
She continued fucking me for quite a long time, then I felt and heard her orgasm.
She came around and lifted my head and sat on the foot stool then forced my face down to her pussy. Her only words were to demonstrate my talents at pussy eating. She was definitely hairy but soaked, presumably from her orgasm. I ate her and I put everything I had into my actions until I heard her moaning into another orgasm. She sat there for a while recovering. Then she said that Fran told her that wasn’t the only hole I was good at sucking. I heard her moving around and I believe she was lying tummy down across the ottoman. She told me to lower my face and let my mouth find her ass hole then suck.
When I lowered down to her ass I could tell she’d spread her cheeks and I found my way immediately to her hole. She told me to give her as much tongue as possible, that she wanted to feel it rimming her and penetrating the ring. I traced my tongue over her puckered ridges, sucked and pushed my tongue against the ring and flicked my tongue. She told me to keep doing that and probe my tongue into her ring. I did. I penetrated the ring and got her acrid taste on the tip of my tongue. She kept saying things like … oh mother of god, yes, yes. She moaned out again and said she was cumming. To my knowledge that was her third one. She got up, pushed me back to my knees then pulled me halfway to my feet and shoved me back on the bed like a rag doll.
I was exhausted. She left me lying naked on the bed, handcuffed and bound. She smoked a cigarette in silence, drank some more then went to the bathroom to freshen up. The sounds I heard led me to believe she was dressing. She came back and pulled me to as seated position on the bed. She uncuffed my hands and pulled them back to my front and cuffed them again in front of me.
She then told me she was leaving, and that I should be able to untie myself, and would find the keys to the cuffs on the night stand. If I couldn’t free myself it wasn’t her problem. She told me if I wanted to masturbate she didn’t care. She slapped my face and said she’d definitely call me again. Then she left. When I heard the door close behind her, I lay back down stunned. I had not seen her face, only heard her voice.
Alone, cuffed, bound and with her taste in my mouth, I lay there absorbing what I could only term as an incredible experience. I finally pulled the blindfold off, moved my cuffed hands to my cunt and frigged off as I replayed what happened. I recovered then pulled myself together mentally. I couldn’t even think straight for a moment. I untied the rope at my knees, then my ankles. I scooted over to the night stand, got the key to the handcuffs and freed myself, then with some difficulty, untied the remaining rope pinning my upper arms to my body.
I staggered off the bed and glanced at my clothes piled on top of the bureau where she’d placed them. On top of my clothes was $100 in cash. I thought, good lord I’m a whore. That got to me. I felt weak and sat on the ottoman to get my head together. I shook it off and went into the bathroom to shower. When I looked in the mirror, I already had red welts on my ass and the sides of my tits. I showered, dressed and took the money.
I left the room about 4:30 and notified Jody and Katrina. The whole way home I kept thinking about the fact that I’d never seen her face. She just used me like an object, did what she wanted and left. I don’t know what else to say at this point. Mentally I’m in a daze.
When she called again I told her I’d arranged to be available.
She stated she would reserve a room in my name at a specific hotel downtown. Then she proceeded to give me specific instructions … to check in at 1:00 fully dressed in suitable business attire, to have a piece of luggage so it would appear that was cheking into the hotel on business and to have my toy bag inside the luggage. She specifically told me to get the key, go to the room and place my luggage in room, then leave the room immediately, walk around downtown, return to the hotel room at 2:00 and knock on the door. She asked me to repeat her instructions. I did. She warned me not to break the appointment and hung up.
Out of sheer curiosity, I called back to the number that appeared on my incoming call register; it turned out to be an answering service. The voice prompts asked for a name or an extension and since I had neither, I hung up. I called Fran who told me I’d better live up to this womans expectations. I called Katrina who said this isn’t completely unexpected and it’s in my best interest to keep the appointment.
This morning when I dressed for the office, I selected things that matched the woman’s demands … a black long sleeved blouse and a cream a-line skirt, hose and cream colored sandals, bra and panties. I planned to go straight from the office to my appointment with her. After working a couple of hours and having a difficult time focusing, I left the office at noon and drove downtown, parking in the deck behind the designated hotel. Carrying my bag, I felt a little awkward approaching the hotel reservation desk but it was uneventful, I got the keycard and I went up to the room which was at the end of a hallway and entered. The room she reserved was large, nicely furnished with a king size bed and a small desk, two cushy chairs with ottomans. I dropped my bag on the bed, went into the bathroom and peed. There was no sign of her and I really didn’t expect any. I left the room and the hotel.
I went into an arcade across the street and browsed, had a white wine and a cookie at a cafe, peed again, then went back to the hotel. Nervously, I waited for an elevator and mentally checked in with my sanity.
Upon returning to the room just before 2:00, I knocked on the door. She cracked it open as far as the safety chain would allow. All I saw of her was her hand and bare forearm. I noticed her skin tone was quite dark and her nails well manicured. hrough the narrow opening of the door, she handed ne a pair of handcuffs and told me to snap them on my wrists in front and to knock again when I’d done that. She shut the door. I looked up the hall, didn’t see anybody and snapped the handcuffs on me. I took a deep breath and knocked again. She cracked the door open and handed me a blindfold and told me to put that on too. I took it and she shut the door again. The blindfold was serious stuff … black leather patches for the eyes and a thick elastic strap. I put it over my eyes, reached my hands across the top of my head and tightened the strap, then knocked again. I heard the safety chain disengage, the door open and her hand grabbed my left arm and pulled me into the room, locking the door behind me. My heart was racing.
She tightened the elastic strap on the blindfold then told me not to say a word unless she asked me a direct question and to follow her instructions specifically. I whispered yes Maam. She had me to take my skirt and panties off. I could leave on the thigh highs and heels. I stripped the skirt and panties off. She had me unbutton the blouse completely. She paused for a moment and said she wanted my hose and heels off, so I took them off. She guided me to the edge of the bed and had me sit. She used rope to tie my ankles together and tied another rope just above my knees. She told me she would release the handcuffs for a moment and I was to remove the blouse and bra. If I attempted to touch the blindfold she’d hit me. I was nervous as I’ve ever been but I nodded yes.
When she took the cuffs off, I pulled the blouse off and unclasped my bra which she took immediately. She pulled my arms behind my back and snapped the hand cuffs back on my wrists. I was shaking all over. She told me to stand up and helped me to my feet. I felt another rope circling my upper arms and body pinning my arms against me and tied tightly. She walked away from me and lit a cigarette (I could hear the flick of the lighter and the unmistakable aroma of a cigarette) and apparently fixed herself a drink because I could hear ice being put in a glass and something being poured.
For a few minutes I just stood there naked with her presumably looking at me. She lit another cigarette. She didn’t say anything until she walked back to me and ran her hands over my body. I tried to discern if she was clothed, partially undressed or nude. She referred to my breasts as udders and grumbled about them not being bigger. She slapped them several times until they were stinging then beat them more with what felt like a flogger. She told me how hard it was to find a white whore who would take a beating.
She helped me get to a kneeling position and slid something across the floor. She told me to bend forward and place only my head and shoulders on the ottoman. I did and she paused and moved around the room. She started beating me again, this time on my ass and upper thighs, first with what felt like a crop and then the flogger. The beating started out fairly light but she intensified the blows until I was squirming and I knew she was building me up. Then she laid several blows on me that made me yell into the fabric of the ottoman. She laughed and said … ah finally … she told me she likes the sound of a white bitch screaming from her beating. She hit my ass harder then hit the sides of my hanging tits with what felt like the crop. She’d tug on my nipples, pinch them then move her hand away and whip the nipple. I was screaming constantly into the ottoman by that time. She went back to my ass and hit me so hard it brought tears to my eyes.
She sat down in front of me and asked me how good I was at sucking black cock. I began shaking but she assured me she was referring to the dildo of her strappy. I breathed a sigh of relief. She told me that she was going to train me to suck black cock the way she wanted, and to see how well I take it in my ass. She said, as far as she was concerned, my mouth and my ass were my only sexual organs and she was not the least bit interested in my cunt.
She pulled me back to my knees then slapped my face with the dildo in the strappy which I assume she was wearing. By now I sensed she was at least nude from the waist down. She stuck the dildo against my lips and told me to suck. I did so for a long time. It was huge. She kept telling me to take it deeper until she was satisfied that I was doing it properly, and taking it deep enough in my throat. She told me to hold my head back and open my mouth. I did. She forced her nipple into my mouth and I knew she was probably naked. I sucked on one nipple until she moved the other one into my mouth. Her nipples were thick and elongated.
She pushed me back over the foot stool, and then moved behind me. She said she was going to insert a small dildo in my ass to loosen me up. She worked it in and out for some time, commented on how nicely my ass took it and kept fucking until I could take it easily. She removed it then mounted me and penetrated me there with her strap on. I groaned. Again she told me to shut up and take it like a whore. She did not relent, but kept working it until it was fully inside me. She let me rest for a moment then began gently fucking me. She told me to keep relaxing until I could take it all. It felt like she was sliding it halfway to my tummy and her thrusts became more forceful. I was moaning into the foot stool.
She continued fucking me for quite a long time, then I felt and heard her orgasm.
She came around and lifted my head and sat on the foot stool then forced my face down to her pussy. Her only words were to demonstrate my talents at pussy eating. She was definitely hairy but soaked, presumably from her orgasm. I ate her and I put everything I had into my actions until I heard her moaning into another orgasm. She sat there for a while recovering. Then she said that Fran told her that wasn’t the only hole I was good at sucking. I heard her moving around and I believe she was lying tummy down across the ottoman. She told me to lower my face and let my mouth find her ass hole then suck.
When I lowered down to her ass I could tell she’d spread her cheeks and I found my way immediately to her hole. She told me to give her as much tongue as possible, that she wanted to feel it rimming her and penetrating the ring. I traced my tongue over her puckered ridges, sucked and pushed my tongue against the ring and flicked my tongue. She told me to keep doing that and probe my tongue into her ring. I did. I penetrated the ring and got her acrid taste on the tip of my tongue. She kept saying things like … oh mother of god, yes, yes. She moaned out again and said she was cumming. To my knowledge that was her third one. She got up, pushed me back to my knees then pulled me halfway to my feet and shoved me back on the bed like a rag doll.
I was exhausted. She left me lying naked on the bed, handcuffed and bound. She smoked a cigarette in silence, drank some more then went to the bathroom to freshen up. The sounds I heard led me to believe she was dressing. She came back and pulled me to as seated position on the bed. She uncuffed my hands and pulled them back to my front and cuffed them again in front of me.
She then told me she was leaving, and that I should be able to untie myself, and would find the keys to the cuffs on the night stand. If I couldn’t free myself it wasn’t her problem. She told me if I wanted to masturbate she didn’t care. She slapped my face and said she’d definitely call me again. Then she left. When I heard the door close behind her, I lay back down stunned. I had not seen her face, only heard her voice.
Alone, cuffed, bound and with her taste in my mouth, I lay there absorbing what I could only term as an incredible experience. I finally pulled the blindfold off, moved my cuffed hands to my cunt and frigged off as I replayed what happened. I recovered then pulled myself together mentally. I couldn’t even think straight for a moment. I untied the rope at my knees, then my ankles. I scooted over to the night stand, got the key to the handcuffs and freed myself, then with some difficulty, untied the remaining rope pinning my upper arms to my body.
I staggered off the bed and glanced at my clothes piled on top of the bureau where she’d placed them. On top of my clothes was $100 in cash. I thought, good lord I’m a whore. That got to me. I felt weak and sat on the ottoman to get my head together. I shook it off and went into the bathroom to shower. When I looked in the mirror, I already had red welts on my ass and the sides of my tits. I showered, dressed and took the money.
I left the room about 4:30 and notified Jody and Katrina. The whole way home I kept thinking about the fact that I’d never seen her face. She just used me like an object, did what she wanted and left. I don’t know what else to say at this point. Mentally I’m in a daze.
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