A couple of days beforehand, I called Kim and told her what I planned; a complete lunch and my services. Primarily I wanted to see if that would mesh with her schedule. She shifted her schedule slightly to be at my place around 11:00. I also confirmed that it would be the regular crew … Kim, Dani and Tabitha.
I began preparations as soon as I was free that morning, doing the preliminary steps on the lasagna then bathing and dressing in a red bustier, matching panties, hose and heels. When they arrived, there was lots of good natured kidding, hugging and banal chat. We agreed since I still had things to do, I’d keep working in the kitchen while they cleaned the house. After that … lunch, wine and what sex we could work in.
Without any more conversation, they immediately tackled the house while I finished things in the kitchen. By 12:30 the place was spotless and the three of them came into the kitchen. Kim directed Dani and Tabitha to clean the kitchen while she spent some time with me. We scooted across to the dining room, shared a kiss and some gentle fondling then I knelt and began helping her wiggle out of her tight jeans. She settled into one of the mahogany dining room chairs and I pulled off her shoes, jeans and panties. I started slowly kissing and massaging her pussy, building her desire and mine as well. Behind us in the kitchen I could hear Dani giving us verbal raves.
Kim slid her hips to the edge of the chair giving me more access to her sex and I took advantage of it. By now, I’d unbuttoned her shirt, pulled that off her shoulders and found the clasp of her bra. I drifted my hands over her body focused on her pert nipples and my mouth never left her pussy until she was rocking back and forth and her legs were draped across my shoulders. While I was eating her, I felt someone behind me rubbing my shoulders. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Dani standing naked behind me. She bent over and began cupping my tits as I continued to eat Kim.
When she came, Dani spun me around and pressed her pussy right into my face. I locked my arms around her hips and rapidly sucked her until she was shoving her hips into my face. In the meantime, Kim pressed the bottom of her feet against my upper back and shoved me tighter into Dani. I felt pleasantly trapped between the two of them and something about her feet on my back thrilled me. We stayed like that for a while. I knew Dani would squirt and with some degree of concern for the dining room furniture and oriental carpet, we hastily moved into the kitchen where Dani promptly hopped up on one of the kitchen counters and spread her legs. I went to my knees and devoured her until she squirted and came on me with a series of 5 or 6 strong pulses like water surging from a hose, thoroughly soaking my red bustier.
Tabitha, the shy one of the 3 if indeed anyone of them can be considered shy, was standing by the refrigerator taking this all in. The cooking timer dinged indicating the lasagna was ready. I took it out, rushed upstairs and grabbed robes for Dani and Kim, came back and served things.
The four of us ate together, Dani and Kim in robes, Tabitha still dressed and me in a squirt soaked bustier. Take about quirky! But we had wine, salad, lasagna and lots of hilarious conversation.
When we finished, Kim suggested a strappy might be a good thing, so I got mine, and she cleared things off the table. I stripped completely naked and got up on the table on my back, my hips at the table edge, legs dangling off the side. Kim gave me a cunt fuck and encouraged the other two to get involved. Dani climbed on the table, face sat me and rode me again until she came. Finally Tabitha got over her reluctant spell (have no idea what her problem was that day), took her jeans off and let me lick her. By now the strappy passed from Kim to Dani and I came from the marvelous cunt fucking.
Kim commented that she hates to fuck and run but they had another 2 places to clean. As a bye-bye present, Kim told me to get in the floor. I grabbed a couple of towels from the laundry room, spread them on the floor and willingly lay down. Both she and Dani pissed on me. Finally Tabitha dribbled some as well.
They dressed, grabbed their gear and I walked them to the door. We did a final round of hugs and kisses, exchanged seasons greetings and they left around 130. I came back to the kitchen, cleaned up the residue and shoved the dishes in the dishwasher, then took a well deserved nap.
Monday, December 28, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Dec 21, 2009: Mystery Woman Again
Blog 09 12 21 Mystery woman
Through Katrina, Fran passed orders for me to dress in something special including full lingerie. I arrived at Fran’s around 3:30 and went straight to the garage apartment where she was waiting. We hugged, chatted about Christmas and shared some wine. After a few minutes she told me to undress completely. That puzzled me because usually when I dress in full lingerie it’s specifically for a purpose but I didn’t question her; I just stripped nude.
After peeing, I asked if she wanted me to attend to her but she declined and said save all my abilities for her friend. She motioned me to sit in a high backed wooden chair which she’d moved toward the center of the room and cuffed my hands around the back of the chair. Using Velcro bondage cuffs, she restrained my legs outside of the front legs of the chair leaving my cunt open and exposed. Finally she wrapped the blindfold around my eyes (one I’d never seen before; it was serious stuff) and buckled the straps behind my head. By then I’d started shaking because this thing was tight as hell. She muttered something about this being a new addition to her collection but complete privacy was essential. She left. I sat there and nervously waited and I was already on fire.
A few minutes later someone came up the stairs, entered the apartment and said … don’t I look cute, and did I remember her? By the voice I knew it was her. She walked over and ran her nails over my tummy, arms and across my outer thighs. She moved a chair closer and from what I could discern, lit a cigarette and poured herself wine. She kept raking her nails over my breasts and straight down to my cunt which by now was oozing. She knew I was getting excited.
She reminded me I’m not to speak unless she asked me a direct question. She asked some questions about what I remembered from last time … what was my mouth for (just another fuck hole and sex organ); what did she call my breasts (udders); did I remember if she was hairy or smooth (hairy).
She mildly apologized for not getting back to me sooner but that didn’t mean she hadn’t thought of me often. I thanked her. She asked how I felt being naked, tied to the chair, blindfolded and my cunt exposed. I told her it made me nervous but it built anticipation like crazy but the blindfold was extremely tight. She laughed and said “good.”
During all of this she smoked several cigarettes and continually flicked her ashes on me. At one point she pressed a glass of wine to my lips and told me to drink. While I did, she raked her nails over me again only this time it was much harder. I was on fire.
She asked if I thought she was married, I responded that I didn’t know. She laughed and said she was and one day she might want to see me suck her husbands cock and she might enjoy seeing him fuck me. I told her I don’t fuck men without expressed permission of Jody and Katrina that I was being honest in my answer. She laughed and told me I was picky then mentioned something about renting me for a short term just to see what kind of slave I’d be. I remember gasping from that comment and also because she moved the pad of a finger over my clit and began massaging it. She clamped my nipples then began rubbing my clit again. She said in her mind I was a slut and she didn’t give a crap about my feelings, she just liked seeing me dancing on a string. She kept rubbing and I kept moaning until I was on edge. She sensed it and told me not to cumm unless she gave me permission. She twisted the clamps then resumed tormenting my clit. She pressed a vibe between my labia which drove me insane. I was moaning, begging and perspiring. She kept hissing single words like ... whore, tramp, bitch, slut, pig. I was about to lose it. She rammed the vibe into my cunt and told me to cumm for her. In an instant and banging my inner thighs against the chair legs, I exploded.
When I’d calmed down she snickered that if I remembered last time she wasn’t interested in my cunt but this time she wanted to see how I responded to stimulation. Breathlessly, I thanked her for the cumm.
I could tell she began undressing. She straddled the chair and pressed her pussy toward me until I could smell her. But tied as I was, I couldn’t lower my face enough to get at her pussy. She offered me her breasts which I sucked. I could hear the vibe buzzing and I figured she had it at her pussy as I sucked her breasts. She changed positions and the next thing I knew her butt was pressed back against my face. I got a whiff of her strong musky odor. She sneered at me to lick it and I was able to get my tongue against her hole and began tongue bathing it. I know by her noises she came.
Then she wanted me out of that chair, unfastened the ankle restraints, then my wrists but locked them together behind my back. Pulling me by my hair, she tossed me on the bed and was all over me, straddling my face and I tilted my head upward trying to reach her. She laughed at me, told me I was desperate then smashed her pussy down on my face and told me to eat her. My mouth and tongue were everywhere, trying to consume her. I ate her, darting my tongue inside her, flicking her clit and devouring her. She was moaning and pressed her pussy against me and moaned. She came and told me not to stop… I kept devouring her until she came again.
We paused for a moment until she dragged me off the bed to the floor and rolled me over on my tummy and told me to get my knees under me so my ass would be in the air. I did and waited. She asked if I knew what she was going to do next and I nodded that I thought she wanted my ass. She remarked how I was the worst most depraved whore she’d known. I felt her fingers lubing my hole and then a finger penetrating my hole. The finger was followed by her strappy and she slid it into my hole until I gasped. She started fucking my ass, calling me names and riding my hips, slamming hers into mine. I went berserk and begged her to use me. And Gawd did she ever! I dribbled piss and cumm but she kept on until I know she came again.
She moved to one side of me, grabbed my hair and pressed my face into the puddle I’d created on the tile floor. She told me to lick up my mess. I started moving my tongue across the floor while she called me every name in the book and must have said the words “depraved tramp” 20 times. When she was satisfied I’d done enough she shoved the strappy in my mouth and had me lick it and tell her how vile my residue was. She reiterated I should be ashamed of myself. I sensed she took the strappy off and felt her piss rain down on me.
She went into the bathroom, came back and told me she’d put a towel on the floor and for me to press my face against it, move it around and wipe up the piss. That was extremely difficult. I faltered. She flailed my ass cheeks with something and told me I’d better keep going; she didn’t care how tiring or difficult it was; this was a test of my will. So I started again, using my face to move the towel around the floor. She snickered about how amusing this was to her to watch me in such a helpless state. Then she pulled my face back up to her pussy and had me eat her again. She came again and pushed me back on the floor.
While she went into the bathroom and showered, I lay there until she came back. She told me she was dressing and she and Fran were going to a restaurant for dinner.
Much as she did last time, she uncuffed my hands and told me to sit on my butt and place my hands in front of me. She cuffed me like that then tied my ankles and legs above my knees. She told me I’d find the keys to the cuffs by the front door on the floor but perhaps one day she’d really hide the key and cause me some serious mental anguish. This time, though, she figured I wouldn’t have any trouble finding it or untying my legs. However, she paused, gave this funny little giggle and said … well maybe. She slapped me, wished me a Merry Christmas. I thanked her. She left.
When I heard the door close behind her, I sighed and tried to remove the blindfold but I quickly found out that with my hands cuffed in front of me, I could not get my fingers to reach the two buckles on the blindfold which were at the back of my head. I couldn’t even pull it off. Then it hit me why she did the funny little laugh before she left. I frantically tried to untie my ankles and legs but she’d tied so many knots I couldn’t untie them without seeing them. I almost panicked. After a moment, I calmed down and thought through things. I knew the general direction of the front door so I started inching my way towards it. My heart was racing and I almost envisioned seeing myself staying there until they returned from dinner. After some mind bending moments, I did find the key lying on the floor against the door. I fumbled with it for a moment but got it in the keyhole on the left cuff and breathed a sigh of relief when I felt it click open. From there I reached behind me and unbuckled the blindfold then I freed my knees and ankles.
It was dark and my watch indicted 7:10. I cleaned the floor again, went to the bathroom and showered thoroughly. When I went for my clothes, once again I found $100 in cash lying by my things. I shook my head and felt like I was this woman’s whore.
I dressed and locked the apartment behind me. All the lights were off in Fran’s house so I assumed they’d gone. I got in my car and came home, mystified as hell about this person. That’s basically it.
Through Katrina, Fran passed orders for me to dress in something special including full lingerie. I arrived at Fran’s around 3:30 and went straight to the garage apartment where she was waiting. We hugged, chatted about Christmas and shared some wine. After a few minutes she told me to undress completely. That puzzled me because usually when I dress in full lingerie it’s specifically for a purpose but I didn’t question her; I just stripped nude.
After peeing, I asked if she wanted me to attend to her but she declined and said save all my abilities for her friend. She motioned me to sit in a high backed wooden chair which she’d moved toward the center of the room and cuffed my hands around the back of the chair. Using Velcro bondage cuffs, she restrained my legs outside of the front legs of the chair leaving my cunt open and exposed. Finally she wrapped the blindfold around my eyes (one I’d never seen before; it was serious stuff) and buckled the straps behind my head. By then I’d started shaking because this thing was tight as hell. She muttered something about this being a new addition to her collection but complete privacy was essential. She left. I sat there and nervously waited and I was already on fire.
A few minutes later someone came up the stairs, entered the apartment and said … don’t I look cute, and did I remember her? By the voice I knew it was her. She walked over and ran her nails over my tummy, arms and across my outer thighs. She moved a chair closer and from what I could discern, lit a cigarette and poured herself wine. She kept raking her nails over my breasts and straight down to my cunt which by now was oozing. She knew I was getting excited.
She reminded me I’m not to speak unless she asked me a direct question. She asked some questions about what I remembered from last time … what was my mouth for (just another fuck hole and sex organ); what did she call my breasts (udders); did I remember if she was hairy or smooth (hairy).
She mildly apologized for not getting back to me sooner but that didn’t mean she hadn’t thought of me often. I thanked her. She asked how I felt being naked, tied to the chair, blindfolded and my cunt exposed. I told her it made me nervous but it built anticipation like crazy but the blindfold was extremely tight. She laughed and said “good.”
During all of this she smoked several cigarettes and continually flicked her ashes on me. At one point she pressed a glass of wine to my lips and told me to drink. While I did, she raked her nails over me again only this time it was much harder. I was on fire.
She asked if I thought she was married, I responded that I didn’t know. She laughed and said she was and one day she might want to see me suck her husbands cock and she might enjoy seeing him fuck me. I told her I don’t fuck men without expressed permission of Jody and Katrina that I was being honest in my answer. She laughed and told me I was picky then mentioned something about renting me for a short term just to see what kind of slave I’d be. I remember gasping from that comment and also because she moved the pad of a finger over my clit and began massaging it. She clamped my nipples then began rubbing my clit again. She said in her mind I was a slut and she didn’t give a crap about my feelings, she just liked seeing me dancing on a string. She kept rubbing and I kept moaning until I was on edge. She sensed it and told me not to cumm unless she gave me permission. She twisted the clamps then resumed tormenting my clit. She pressed a vibe between my labia which drove me insane. I was moaning, begging and perspiring. She kept hissing single words like ... whore, tramp, bitch, slut, pig. I was about to lose it. She rammed the vibe into my cunt and told me to cumm for her. In an instant and banging my inner thighs against the chair legs, I exploded.
When I’d calmed down she snickered that if I remembered last time she wasn’t interested in my cunt but this time she wanted to see how I responded to stimulation. Breathlessly, I thanked her for the cumm.
I could tell she began undressing. She straddled the chair and pressed her pussy toward me until I could smell her. But tied as I was, I couldn’t lower my face enough to get at her pussy. She offered me her breasts which I sucked. I could hear the vibe buzzing and I figured she had it at her pussy as I sucked her breasts. She changed positions and the next thing I knew her butt was pressed back against my face. I got a whiff of her strong musky odor. She sneered at me to lick it and I was able to get my tongue against her hole and began tongue bathing it. I know by her noises she came.
Then she wanted me out of that chair, unfastened the ankle restraints, then my wrists but locked them together behind my back. Pulling me by my hair, she tossed me on the bed and was all over me, straddling my face and I tilted my head upward trying to reach her. She laughed at me, told me I was desperate then smashed her pussy down on my face and told me to eat her. My mouth and tongue were everywhere, trying to consume her. I ate her, darting my tongue inside her, flicking her clit and devouring her. She was moaning and pressed her pussy against me and moaned. She came and told me not to stop… I kept devouring her until she came again.
We paused for a moment until she dragged me off the bed to the floor and rolled me over on my tummy and told me to get my knees under me so my ass would be in the air. I did and waited. She asked if I knew what she was going to do next and I nodded that I thought she wanted my ass. She remarked how I was the worst most depraved whore she’d known. I felt her fingers lubing my hole and then a finger penetrating my hole. The finger was followed by her strappy and she slid it into my hole until I gasped. She started fucking my ass, calling me names and riding my hips, slamming hers into mine. I went berserk and begged her to use me. And Gawd did she ever! I dribbled piss and cumm but she kept on until I know she came again.
She moved to one side of me, grabbed my hair and pressed my face into the puddle I’d created on the tile floor. She told me to lick up my mess. I started moving my tongue across the floor while she called me every name in the book and must have said the words “depraved tramp” 20 times. When she was satisfied I’d done enough she shoved the strappy in my mouth and had me lick it and tell her how vile my residue was. She reiterated I should be ashamed of myself. I sensed she took the strappy off and felt her piss rain down on me.
She went into the bathroom, came back and told me she’d put a towel on the floor and for me to press my face against it, move it around and wipe up the piss. That was extremely difficult. I faltered. She flailed my ass cheeks with something and told me I’d better keep going; she didn’t care how tiring or difficult it was; this was a test of my will. So I started again, using my face to move the towel around the floor. She snickered about how amusing this was to her to watch me in such a helpless state. Then she pulled my face back up to her pussy and had me eat her again. She came again and pushed me back on the floor.
While she went into the bathroom and showered, I lay there until she came back. She told me she was dressing and she and Fran were going to a restaurant for dinner.
Much as she did last time, she uncuffed my hands and told me to sit on my butt and place my hands in front of me. She cuffed me like that then tied my ankles and legs above my knees. She told me I’d find the keys to the cuffs by the front door on the floor but perhaps one day she’d really hide the key and cause me some serious mental anguish. This time, though, she figured I wouldn’t have any trouble finding it or untying my legs. However, she paused, gave this funny little giggle and said … well maybe. She slapped me, wished me a Merry Christmas. I thanked her. She left.
When I heard the door close behind her, I sighed and tried to remove the blindfold but I quickly found out that with my hands cuffed in front of me, I could not get my fingers to reach the two buckles on the blindfold which were at the back of my head. I couldn’t even pull it off. Then it hit me why she did the funny little laugh before she left. I frantically tried to untie my ankles and legs but she’d tied so many knots I couldn’t untie them without seeing them. I almost panicked. After a moment, I calmed down and thought through things. I knew the general direction of the front door so I started inching my way towards it. My heart was racing and I almost envisioned seeing myself staying there until they returned from dinner. After some mind bending moments, I did find the key lying on the floor against the door. I fumbled with it for a moment but got it in the keyhole on the left cuff and breathed a sigh of relief when I felt it click open. From there I reached behind me and unbuckled the blindfold then I freed my knees and ankles.
It was dark and my watch indicted 7:10. I cleaned the floor again, went to the bathroom and showered thoroughly. When I went for my clothes, once again I found $100 in cash lying by my things. I shook my head and felt like I was this woman’s whore.
I dressed and locked the apartment behind me. All the lights were off in Fran’s house so I assumed they’d gone. I got in my car and came home, mystified as hell about this person. That’s basically it.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Dec 11, 2009: My Appointment with Mavis
I arrived shortly before 1:00.Mavis had given me permission to enter the house clothed since the weather was bitter and barely above freezing. Vanessa and Daphne were already there with Mavis and the 3 of them sitting in the living room. I took of my leather jacket and dropped my toy bag.
Mavis immediately began scolding me for canceling Tuesday. She nodded to Daphne who came over and shoved me a few times, poked me with her finger, cursed at me and pushed me toward Vanessa. There was more cursing, pushing and shoving and verbal scolding. It wasn’t shouting but a heavy dose of stern, low pitched barrages of words grinding me into bits. I kept apologizing. It felt like an inquisition. Finally Mavis scowled at me and told me to get my damn clothes off. I fumbled at the buttons and stripped off the sweater dress and fast as I could. My bra, heels and pantyhose followed. Daphne and Vanessa began picking at me, reaching in, grabbing me while Mavis sat and watched.
Mavis restored some semblance of order and had her nieces join her on the sofa. First she ordered me to stand and back my ass up towards them, bend over at the waist and lower my face against my knees. She had me reach back and pull my pussy and ass hole as wide apart as I could. They made me stay like that while they commented relentlessly about how humiliating it must be to display myself in such a lewd position. When they ran out of verbal insinuations about my cunt and asshole, Mavis handed me a thick dildo and had me slowly slide it in and out of my cunt and fuck myself. They continued to comment about how the dildo kept getting continually wetter. When I was just short of cumming, I begged for permission and still in the same bent over position, they let me cumm. The comments were outrageous which added to the feeling of humiliation.
They concluded this episode by having me open my legs, hold a measuring cup under me and pee in front of them. Mavis commented that she enjoyed me in this position since she didn’t have to look at my guilty face but could focus on my ass and cunt which never seemed to be satisfied.
She sent me into the kitchen to bring them coffee, banana bread and a bottle of cognac. I served them then she poured a heavy dose of cognac into my coffee. I drank mine sitting cross legged on the floor directly in front of her. She wanted to hear my version of why I didn’t show up earlier in the week and I told her there was a personal issue and feelings of uncertainty. She retorted that my behavior was incorrigible and to her, I was nothing but white trash. She made it clear that they intended to punish me because in her mind, I stood them up.
Without waiting for an answer from me, she told me to stand with my back to them and place my hands behind me. Once I did, she had Daphne take some rope from a bag next to the sofa and tied my wrists together. Daphne was none too gentle and used a ton of rope in tying my wrists and then to draw my elbows together. When she finished, I was quivering. Mavis had me separate my feet and told Daphne to take more rope, tie it around my waist and run it down through my cunt and ass crevice and tie it again to the waist rope. She ran the rope back and forth 3 times and tightly embedded between my labia.
I was still facing away from them. I heard some shuffling behind me then the next thing I knew something hit me across my ass cheeks so hard it nearly knocked me off balance. I turned to see Daphne with about a 4-5 foot length of bamboo in her hands ands saw her swing it again, catching me just under my butt cheeks. I yelled. Daphne hit me two more times and the last blow so strong I fell to my knees in tears and screams and dribbled piss. The pain I felt was white hot, searing, as if somebody cut me with a knife.
She told me to stand up again. I tried and couldn’t; the cunt harness was cutting into me. Mavis hissed again to get on my feet or she’d throw me out in the street just as I was. Shoving the pain in my cunt and my buttocks aside, I eventually got to my feet.
Mavis picked up my empty coffee cup and told me that my piss goes in here, not on her rug. She slapped the hell out of my face, poured some more cognac into my coffe cup and tilted it to my lips and told me to drink. I did. She told Daphne to hit me again. Immediately, Daphne hit me again with the bamboo stick across my lower buttocks and I stumbled forward a few steps until I bumped into a chair. I screamed in agony.
Mavis swore at me, told Daphne to stop and left the room momentarily. She returned with a skirt hanger and a handful of what appeared to be her soiled panties. She sorted through them until she found a pair that seemed to fit her purpose.
She scrunched up a pair, pinched my mouth open and poked them into my mouth. By the aroma and taste, there was no doubt they were dirty. She kept poking them into my mouth, doubled up a piece of rope, placed it over the panties between my lips and tied it behind my head. She couldn’t have me screaming and annoying her neighbors.
She gave me one of her evil looks and held the skirt hanger right in front of my nipples, opened one clamp and snapped it one my right nipple. I yelled into the gag as she attached the other clamp to my left nipple. She pulled the hanger straight out towards her until my tits were extended and nipples stretched until they turned white, and looking my in the eyes, released it and let it free fall. I screamed again. She laughed and said that’d give me something to think about and take my mind off my stinging ass. Pulling me by the skirt hanger, she walked me a few steps towards a corner of the room. The picture window in her living room was off to my left. Directly above me was a hook embedded in the ceiling, one which she used this past summer to hang a planter with a philodendron. Now the hook was just there and vacant.
The drapes and sheers were drawn but she opened the drapes and had Vanessa tie a rope over the crook of the hanger and, standing in a chair, tied the other end of the rope up to the hook. She tightened it until my tits were pulled upward and my upper body was tilted slightly back. Save for my feet being firmly on the floor, I was almost hanging by my nipples. She laughed and said not to tempt her to open the sheers so the whole street could see me.
She walked out of my view and told Daphne to keep beating me until she reached a total of 10. I grimaced and waited. I heard nothing, not even any snickering. Suddenly the next one hit my lower buttocks and inadvertently shifted my position enough to cause a sharp tug on my nipples and the teeth on the skirt hanger to bite into my nipples deeper..
Mavis warned me I had 4 more coming. I didn’t think I could stand it. Again there was a long pause until Daphne flailed at my ass and I screamed into the gag. At Mavis direction, she paused, let the pain settle. She chuckled to her nieces that who would think such an old woman could still be so sadistic. Daphne hit me 3 more times, pausing between strokes as I sobbed and screamed into the gag. By then my ass was a mass of pain and my face streaked with tears and my nipples numb with pain.
The pain across my ass was almost indescribable; first it was numb, then sharp then spread. I figured they probably drew blood. I looked at my nipples; they were totally white from lack of blood flow and distended by the skirt hanger clamps. That freaked me. Mavis came around to side, twisted my face to her, sneered at me and asked if I wanted 10 across my cunt. I sobbed and shook my head no. She had Vanessa untie the rope that held the skirt hanger to the ceiling hook, opened the clamps on the hanger, freeing my tortured nipples. I sobbed in pain. She undid the panty gag and pulled the soggy fabric out. She told me to get my sorry ass downstairs blurted out yes Maam about three times just to be sure she heard me.
Vanessa guided me slowly across the living room to the little hallway where the door leads to the basement and helped me descend the stairs one by one. My ass was still burning and my cunt was throbbing from the rope harness which made this short journey nothing more than a descent into hell.. Every step was an ordeal. When we got to the basement floor, she herded me toward the cage. I dropped to my knees and attempted to ease myself into the cage but Vanessa apparently though I was being recalcitrant and pushed me inside. She locked the cage door, went upstairs and flicked off the light.
I was face down on the floor of the cage, my nipples still throbbing, my legs slightly splayed apart and bent upward at the knee. For a long time I didn’t move. I didn’t know if I could and I was afraid any movement would aggravate the stinging pain across my ass cheeks. My shoulders ached from the way Daphne tied my elbows. Primarily due to the effect of the cognac, I lay there. I wasn’t sure what hurt worse; my ass, my cunt, my nipples or my psyche. I inched my hands back to feel my ass and definitely felt rough inflamed welts rising.
Above me, on the main floor, I could faintly hear their voices punctuated by occasional bursts of laughter. After some unknown amount of time passed I was aware of their footsteps, more verbal exclamations and laughter. I lay there and absorbed the pain. I was totally confused by now. About every time I’d been to see Mavis, things immediately began in the basement with pissing and making her cumm. This time was so different; I couldn’t figure it out.
Shortly, they turned on the basement light and came down the steps. Vanessa had an armful of some things; Daphne carried my toy bag and a bucket. My eyes followed them as they approached the cage and Mavis sat in her faded green chair. Daphne unlocked the cage and told me to wiggle out.. With all the strength I could muster I raised my hips and drew my knees up under me and started scooting back. Daphne grabbed my waist rope and yanked me backwards. That cut deep into my cunt and I yelled. She pulled at the rope until I struggled out then half dragged me to a kneeling position in front of Mavis who was sitting in her faded green chair. My heels were pressing against my inflamed buttocks and that was agony.
Mavis looked me straight in the face and started bitching at me. I didn’t think there was anything left for her to say after the verbal dressing down I received upstairs. But she went back to the summer and the days I spent with her almost on a weekly basis and recounted many of the scenarios of how she’d used me and how she’d worked me up to accept her. She went on the say she noticed a decline in my activity in recent weeks and that disappointed her. Moreover, she told me to look around the basement and realize this was about the only place I belonged and what happened upstairs was a sample of her wrath and a reaffirmation in her mind of what I needed on a constant basis.
She said all I’m going to get today is ass because they’d decided I wasn’t worth licking anybody’s pussy.
She told me to stand and let Daphne untie me. Daphne untied my elbows then my wrists and finally loosened the cunt harness ropes which I carefully slid of. The last two ropes were almost embedded in my cunt as if they were part of my body. When I was freed, she told me to stand still so they could look at me. She then had me squat over the bucket and pee. My bladder was killing me and after I peed I thanked her.
They had me follow them upstairs, down the hallway and into the bathroom. This was definitely strange; I’m never allowed on the main floor. I noticed the red bag hanging from the shower curtain bar. I froze and Mavis caught the expression on my face and said yes bitch, this is for you. She told me to fill it with warm water, shampoo, and add a splash of cognac. There’s something discretely humiliating about preparing your own enema mixture in front of other people. She bitched that I needed a good cleansing and she intended to see that I got one
She told me to get on the bathroom floor on all fours. Daphne lubed the nozzle and inserted it. The liquid started flowing immediately and I groaned until they filled me. I broke out in a cold sweat and tried to avoid the cramping. While I moaned and contorted my face in anguish, she continued to bitch at me. I begged to release but she ignored me. When she was convinced I couldn’t hold it any longer, she let me scamper to the commode and expelled it. She filled the bag again and had me return to the bathroom floor on all fours. She did another one, this time with clear tap water and I expelled that one also into the commode. Sitting on the toilet seat was murder since my ass was hurting from the beating.
I cleaned myself. Mavis ordered me back on the bathroom floor, face to the floor, knees under me and my ass up in the air. Mavis lubed two fingers and slid them up my ass and began twisting back and forth. I winced. She kept probing me. While she did Vanessa undressed partially and dropped to all fours in front of me and told me to start sucking her ass. I went to all fours and began kissing and licking her ass. Mavis warned me if I so much as let my tongue touch Vanessa’s pussy, she’d beat me again. I kept tonguing Vanessa and she kept rocking back against my face. I could smell her and it drove me wild. I wanted to press my hand over her pussy and imagined the sensation but I didn’t dare. With visions of my face at her pussy, I kept licking her until she came.
Mavis raised her dress, lowered her panties and stood with her back to me, her hands braced on the bathroom sink and stuck her ass back at me. Without any prompting I moved behind her, separated her ass cheeks and kissed her rose. She bitched at me to get my slutty tongue up her. I strained and forced my tongue against her sphincter and probed her hole. She went into series of grunts and moans and I knew I was getting to her. She kept hissing for me to keep going, to do more and I responded, sensing I was building her up to a climax. She made it last and finally orgasmed and almost collapsed over the sink breathless.
I thought Daphne would be next but they told me to get my ass back downstairs. Somewhat puzzled, I did. They followed me. There were hushed whispers between the 3 of them. They got the things Vanessa had carried to the basement earlier and tossed a shower curtain at me along with an old stained bed sheet. They moved to a spot in the back part of the basement, between two of the posts that support the main floor and told me to spread the shower curtain out on the floor and cover it with the sheet.
They told me to lie down on my back. When I did Vanessa and Daphne knelt by me with several coils of rope. They stretched my arms above my head, parallel to the floor and tied my wrists together then tied that rope to a post. I was beginning to shake almost uncontrollably. They saw that reaction and gave me tons of verbal degradation. They tied my left ankle to the other post and tie a rope around my right ankle and the other end of that rope to the drain pipe of the laundry sink. My body was roughly spread like a Y and centered on the sheet. Daphne stripped naked and stood over me with this sinister expression. She asked me if I had any idea what happened next. Weakly, I muttered I wasn’t sure. She shot back a look and said I was going to be her total toilet. My body shook.
Daphne made things clear. She said she had to shit, I said oh Gawd no. She said oh fuck yes. She walked around me, letting my anxiety build. My eyes followed her every move. She was like a cat circling her prey. Finally she said it’s time and straddled my body. Planting her feet on each side of me, adjacent to my armpits, she faced toward my body and she began to lower her ass right over my face until she was in a full squat. I was looking up at her ass, trembling like a leaf and unable to move.
Mavis came over and told me to watch Daphne’s ass open and beg for her shit. I looked but I apparently didn’t beg or say enough, I’m not sure which.
The next thing I felt was a whip or belt or crop, I don’t know which, hit my cunt. I yelled. I knew it was Vanessa. She hit my cunt again, this time right against my labia accentuating the rawness created by the earlier cunt harness. Mavis told her she wanted 10 hard ones right on my slut cunt. I yelled that I’ll beg, please don’t whip my cunt. Mavis said too late, I had my chance. Vanessa laid it on me. Every time she hit me I’d jerk and scream. Mavis called me a fucking cunt. Daphne still was in her full squat, effectively blocking my view of everything but her ass.
Vanessa finished the 10 strokes and my cunt felt strangely detached from my body for a few moments as the pain throbbed.
Mavis asked me if I wanted 10 more or would I beg. I thought, I’m fucked. I said I’ll beg. She told me to start begging.
I did, I asked Daphne to shit on me. She asked where, I said anywhere you want. She said that’s not what she asked; she asked “where”. I said my tits. Vanessa hit my cunt again with the whip and I yelled. Daphne said shitting on my tits was too mild for a whore like me. I knew what she wanted and I knew where she intended. But I couldn’t say it. Vanessa whacked my cunt again. Mavis told me we’ll keep on until my cunt is raw meat or I can tell Daphne exactly what she wants to hear.
Vanessa hit me again. I screamed …” my face… my face.” I was crying and I could hear Mavis voice chuckling something like … well how about that she wants you to shit on her face, what a perverted slut.
I was somewhere else, I don’t know where.
Mavis said, go on, and defile her white face.
Daphne lowered slightly more and Mavis told me to open my eyes and look. Her anus as about 10-12 inches above my face and I saw her rectum pucker and flare and this end of a turd poke out. It seemed to hesitate forever then slid toward me. I closed my eyes and felt her warm log plop on my nose, cheek and curl across my lips before sliding down my cheek. Another one slid across my nose, and ended up over my mouth and chin.
I sensed her wiping a few times and dropping the toilet paper on me. Then she got off. The 3 of them stood there. I reeked. I opened my eyes for a moment and saw them, like three goddesses of perversion. Daphne dropped to her knees again and using a rag, wiped it through her shit and rubbed it over my face, into my hair. They laughed and that this gives a whole new meaning to the term “being shit faced.”
One by one, they pissed on me from the neck down to my cunt, carefully trying not to disturb the reeking shit smeared on my face. Finally Daphne’s said she couldn’t resist and pissed on my face, dislodging some of what she wiped on me earlier.
They muttered that it stinks too badly down here for normal people. They left. I lay like that forever. I knew the sun had set but had lost all track of time. My focus was on my body, the pain and the smells and the shit which still coated my hair and part of my face. The pee had cooled and seeped under me matting the sheet against me. I just waited. I couldn’t even think. I could hear them above me on the main floor and I thought about the symbolism of them above me and me lying on a basement floor covered in piss and shit. That analogy was enormous.
Daphne came down and told me she had to go and did I want to thank her for shitting on me. I thanked her. She lowered jeans and panties and stuck her butt back at me and pissed again.
I lay that way until Mavis and Vanessa came down and both pissed on me again. Mavis had Vanessa untie me. She helped me up. Mavis had me rinse the sheet and shower curtain in the laundry sink and allowed me to wipe some residue off with a damp rag. I asked to shower but she refused. I begged but she still refused and said sending me off this way was simply part of my punishment. I pleaded but she told me to go before she made things worse.
What to wear home was a dilemma. I didn’t want to wear the good clothes I came over in. Finally Mavis gave me an old robe and said it was either that, go naked or stain my good clothes. I opted for the robe. I thanked her, gathered up my bag and clothes and left.
I knew I had to find some place to clean up and change clothes. As soon as I got in my car, I called Linda, praying she’d answer. I knew Katrina wasn’t home. Linda answered. I explained my situation and begged her indulgences if I could come by and shower and change. She laughed her butt off and told me to come by.
When I got to her place, she immediately got a whiff of my stink and laughed at the tattered robe which constituted my clothing and the residue and tell tale stains on my face. She demanded to see everything so I dropped the robe and showed her. She went oh Gawd and convulsed in an orgasm. I told her what happened and she came again.
She stripped immediately and wanted me to eat her. I was about as hot as she was. I frigged her and ate her in pure lust until she came several times. Then she spun around and ate me. We talked back and fourth about me, a toilet covered whore, eating her. It was so damn powerful for both of us and we both were crying and laughing at the same time. I showered thoroughly; in fact we showered together, hugged and kissed like two horny teens exploring each other for the first time and we brought each other off again.
I dressed and thanked her profusely. I asked if she wanted to meet Mavis. She definitely does. I’m going to make that happen, and soon.
Mavis immediately began scolding me for canceling Tuesday. She nodded to Daphne who came over and shoved me a few times, poked me with her finger, cursed at me and pushed me toward Vanessa. There was more cursing, pushing and shoving and verbal scolding. It wasn’t shouting but a heavy dose of stern, low pitched barrages of words grinding me into bits. I kept apologizing. It felt like an inquisition. Finally Mavis scowled at me and told me to get my damn clothes off. I fumbled at the buttons and stripped off the sweater dress and fast as I could. My bra, heels and pantyhose followed. Daphne and Vanessa began picking at me, reaching in, grabbing me while Mavis sat and watched.
Mavis restored some semblance of order and had her nieces join her on the sofa. First she ordered me to stand and back my ass up towards them, bend over at the waist and lower my face against my knees. She had me reach back and pull my pussy and ass hole as wide apart as I could. They made me stay like that while they commented relentlessly about how humiliating it must be to display myself in such a lewd position. When they ran out of verbal insinuations about my cunt and asshole, Mavis handed me a thick dildo and had me slowly slide it in and out of my cunt and fuck myself. They continued to comment about how the dildo kept getting continually wetter. When I was just short of cumming, I begged for permission and still in the same bent over position, they let me cumm. The comments were outrageous which added to the feeling of humiliation.
They concluded this episode by having me open my legs, hold a measuring cup under me and pee in front of them. Mavis commented that she enjoyed me in this position since she didn’t have to look at my guilty face but could focus on my ass and cunt which never seemed to be satisfied.
She sent me into the kitchen to bring them coffee, banana bread and a bottle of cognac. I served them then she poured a heavy dose of cognac into my coffee. I drank mine sitting cross legged on the floor directly in front of her. She wanted to hear my version of why I didn’t show up earlier in the week and I told her there was a personal issue and feelings of uncertainty. She retorted that my behavior was incorrigible and to her, I was nothing but white trash. She made it clear that they intended to punish me because in her mind, I stood them up.
Without waiting for an answer from me, she told me to stand with my back to them and place my hands behind me. Once I did, she had Daphne take some rope from a bag next to the sofa and tied my wrists together. Daphne was none too gentle and used a ton of rope in tying my wrists and then to draw my elbows together. When she finished, I was quivering. Mavis had me separate my feet and told Daphne to take more rope, tie it around my waist and run it down through my cunt and ass crevice and tie it again to the waist rope. She ran the rope back and forth 3 times and tightly embedded between my labia.
I was still facing away from them. I heard some shuffling behind me then the next thing I knew something hit me across my ass cheeks so hard it nearly knocked me off balance. I turned to see Daphne with about a 4-5 foot length of bamboo in her hands ands saw her swing it again, catching me just under my butt cheeks. I yelled. Daphne hit me two more times and the last blow so strong I fell to my knees in tears and screams and dribbled piss. The pain I felt was white hot, searing, as if somebody cut me with a knife.
She told me to stand up again. I tried and couldn’t; the cunt harness was cutting into me. Mavis hissed again to get on my feet or she’d throw me out in the street just as I was. Shoving the pain in my cunt and my buttocks aside, I eventually got to my feet.
Mavis picked up my empty coffee cup and told me that my piss goes in here, not on her rug. She slapped the hell out of my face, poured some more cognac into my coffe cup and tilted it to my lips and told me to drink. I did. She told Daphne to hit me again. Immediately, Daphne hit me again with the bamboo stick across my lower buttocks and I stumbled forward a few steps until I bumped into a chair. I screamed in agony.
Mavis swore at me, told Daphne to stop and left the room momentarily. She returned with a skirt hanger and a handful of what appeared to be her soiled panties. She sorted through them until she found a pair that seemed to fit her purpose.
She scrunched up a pair, pinched my mouth open and poked them into my mouth. By the aroma and taste, there was no doubt they were dirty. She kept poking them into my mouth, doubled up a piece of rope, placed it over the panties between my lips and tied it behind my head. She couldn’t have me screaming and annoying her neighbors.
She gave me one of her evil looks and held the skirt hanger right in front of my nipples, opened one clamp and snapped it one my right nipple. I yelled into the gag as she attached the other clamp to my left nipple. She pulled the hanger straight out towards her until my tits were extended and nipples stretched until they turned white, and looking my in the eyes, released it and let it free fall. I screamed again. She laughed and said that’d give me something to think about and take my mind off my stinging ass. Pulling me by the skirt hanger, she walked me a few steps towards a corner of the room. The picture window in her living room was off to my left. Directly above me was a hook embedded in the ceiling, one which she used this past summer to hang a planter with a philodendron. Now the hook was just there and vacant.
The drapes and sheers were drawn but she opened the drapes and had Vanessa tie a rope over the crook of the hanger and, standing in a chair, tied the other end of the rope up to the hook. She tightened it until my tits were pulled upward and my upper body was tilted slightly back. Save for my feet being firmly on the floor, I was almost hanging by my nipples. She laughed and said not to tempt her to open the sheers so the whole street could see me.
She walked out of my view and told Daphne to keep beating me until she reached a total of 10. I grimaced and waited. I heard nothing, not even any snickering. Suddenly the next one hit my lower buttocks and inadvertently shifted my position enough to cause a sharp tug on my nipples and the teeth on the skirt hanger to bite into my nipples deeper..
Mavis warned me I had 4 more coming. I didn’t think I could stand it. Again there was a long pause until Daphne flailed at my ass and I screamed into the gag. At Mavis direction, she paused, let the pain settle. She chuckled to her nieces that who would think such an old woman could still be so sadistic. Daphne hit me 3 more times, pausing between strokes as I sobbed and screamed into the gag. By then my ass was a mass of pain and my face streaked with tears and my nipples numb with pain.
The pain across my ass was almost indescribable; first it was numb, then sharp then spread. I figured they probably drew blood. I looked at my nipples; they were totally white from lack of blood flow and distended by the skirt hanger clamps. That freaked me. Mavis came around to side, twisted my face to her, sneered at me and asked if I wanted 10 across my cunt. I sobbed and shook my head no. She had Vanessa untie the rope that held the skirt hanger to the ceiling hook, opened the clamps on the hanger, freeing my tortured nipples. I sobbed in pain. She undid the panty gag and pulled the soggy fabric out. She told me to get my sorry ass downstairs blurted out yes Maam about three times just to be sure she heard me.
Vanessa guided me slowly across the living room to the little hallway where the door leads to the basement and helped me descend the stairs one by one. My ass was still burning and my cunt was throbbing from the rope harness which made this short journey nothing more than a descent into hell.. Every step was an ordeal. When we got to the basement floor, she herded me toward the cage. I dropped to my knees and attempted to ease myself into the cage but Vanessa apparently though I was being recalcitrant and pushed me inside. She locked the cage door, went upstairs and flicked off the light.
I was face down on the floor of the cage, my nipples still throbbing, my legs slightly splayed apart and bent upward at the knee. For a long time I didn’t move. I didn’t know if I could and I was afraid any movement would aggravate the stinging pain across my ass cheeks. My shoulders ached from the way Daphne tied my elbows. Primarily due to the effect of the cognac, I lay there. I wasn’t sure what hurt worse; my ass, my cunt, my nipples or my psyche. I inched my hands back to feel my ass and definitely felt rough inflamed welts rising.
Above me, on the main floor, I could faintly hear their voices punctuated by occasional bursts of laughter. After some unknown amount of time passed I was aware of their footsteps, more verbal exclamations and laughter. I lay there and absorbed the pain. I was totally confused by now. About every time I’d been to see Mavis, things immediately began in the basement with pissing and making her cumm. This time was so different; I couldn’t figure it out.
Shortly, they turned on the basement light and came down the steps. Vanessa had an armful of some things; Daphne carried my toy bag and a bucket. My eyes followed them as they approached the cage and Mavis sat in her faded green chair. Daphne unlocked the cage and told me to wiggle out.. With all the strength I could muster I raised my hips and drew my knees up under me and started scooting back. Daphne grabbed my waist rope and yanked me backwards. That cut deep into my cunt and I yelled. She pulled at the rope until I struggled out then half dragged me to a kneeling position in front of Mavis who was sitting in her faded green chair. My heels were pressing against my inflamed buttocks and that was agony.
Mavis looked me straight in the face and started bitching at me. I didn’t think there was anything left for her to say after the verbal dressing down I received upstairs. But she went back to the summer and the days I spent with her almost on a weekly basis and recounted many of the scenarios of how she’d used me and how she’d worked me up to accept her. She went on the say she noticed a decline in my activity in recent weeks and that disappointed her. Moreover, she told me to look around the basement and realize this was about the only place I belonged and what happened upstairs was a sample of her wrath and a reaffirmation in her mind of what I needed on a constant basis.
She said all I’m going to get today is ass because they’d decided I wasn’t worth licking anybody’s pussy.
She told me to stand and let Daphne untie me. Daphne untied my elbows then my wrists and finally loosened the cunt harness ropes which I carefully slid of. The last two ropes were almost embedded in my cunt as if they were part of my body. When I was freed, she told me to stand still so they could look at me. She then had me squat over the bucket and pee. My bladder was killing me and after I peed I thanked her.
They had me follow them upstairs, down the hallway and into the bathroom. This was definitely strange; I’m never allowed on the main floor. I noticed the red bag hanging from the shower curtain bar. I froze and Mavis caught the expression on my face and said yes bitch, this is for you. She told me to fill it with warm water, shampoo, and add a splash of cognac. There’s something discretely humiliating about preparing your own enema mixture in front of other people. She bitched that I needed a good cleansing and she intended to see that I got one
She told me to get on the bathroom floor on all fours. Daphne lubed the nozzle and inserted it. The liquid started flowing immediately and I groaned until they filled me. I broke out in a cold sweat and tried to avoid the cramping. While I moaned and contorted my face in anguish, she continued to bitch at me. I begged to release but she ignored me. When she was convinced I couldn’t hold it any longer, she let me scamper to the commode and expelled it. She filled the bag again and had me return to the bathroom floor on all fours. She did another one, this time with clear tap water and I expelled that one also into the commode. Sitting on the toilet seat was murder since my ass was hurting from the beating.
I cleaned myself. Mavis ordered me back on the bathroom floor, face to the floor, knees under me and my ass up in the air. Mavis lubed two fingers and slid them up my ass and began twisting back and forth. I winced. She kept probing me. While she did Vanessa undressed partially and dropped to all fours in front of me and told me to start sucking her ass. I went to all fours and began kissing and licking her ass. Mavis warned me if I so much as let my tongue touch Vanessa’s pussy, she’d beat me again. I kept tonguing Vanessa and she kept rocking back against my face. I could smell her and it drove me wild. I wanted to press my hand over her pussy and imagined the sensation but I didn’t dare. With visions of my face at her pussy, I kept licking her until she came.
Mavis raised her dress, lowered her panties and stood with her back to me, her hands braced on the bathroom sink and stuck her ass back at me. Without any prompting I moved behind her, separated her ass cheeks and kissed her rose. She bitched at me to get my slutty tongue up her. I strained and forced my tongue against her sphincter and probed her hole. She went into series of grunts and moans and I knew I was getting to her. She kept hissing for me to keep going, to do more and I responded, sensing I was building her up to a climax. She made it last and finally orgasmed and almost collapsed over the sink breathless.
I thought Daphne would be next but they told me to get my ass back downstairs. Somewhat puzzled, I did. They followed me. There were hushed whispers between the 3 of them. They got the things Vanessa had carried to the basement earlier and tossed a shower curtain at me along with an old stained bed sheet. They moved to a spot in the back part of the basement, between two of the posts that support the main floor and told me to spread the shower curtain out on the floor and cover it with the sheet.
They told me to lie down on my back. When I did Vanessa and Daphne knelt by me with several coils of rope. They stretched my arms above my head, parallel to the floor and tied my wrists together then tied that rope to a post. I was beginning to shake almost uncontrollably. They saw that reaction and gave me tons of verbal degradation. They tied my left ankle to the other post and tie a rope around my right ankle and the other end of that rope to the drain pipe of the laundry sink. My body was roughly spread like a Y and centered on the sheet. Daphne stripped naked and stood over me with this sinister expression. She asked me if I had any idea what happened next. Weakly, I muttered I wasn’t sure. She shot back a look and said I was going to be her total toilet. My body shook.
Daphne made things clear. She said she had to shit, I said oh Gawd no. She said oh fuck yes. She walked around me, letting my anxiety build. My eyes followed her every move. She was like a cat circling her prey. Finally she said it’s time and straddled my body. Planting her feet on each side of me, adjacent to my armpits, she faced toward my body and she began to lower her ass right over my face until she was in a full squat. I was looking up at her ass, trembling like a leaf and unable to move.
Mavis came over and told me to watch Daphne’s ass open and beg for her shit. I looked but I apparently didn’t beg or say enough, I’m not sure which.
The next thing I felt was a whip or belt or crop, I don’t know which, hit my cunt. I yelled. I knew it was Vanessa. She hit my cunt again, this time right against my labia accentuating the rawness created by the earlier cunt harness. Mavis told her she wanted 10 hard ones right on my slut cunt. I yelled that I’ll beg, please don’t whip my cunt. Mavis said too late, I had my chance. Vanessa laid it on me. Every time she hit me I’d jerk and scream. Mavis called me a fucking cunt. Daphne still was in her full squat, effectively blocking my view of everything but her ass.
Vanessa finished the 10 strokes and my cunt felt strangely detached from my body for a few moments as the pain throbbed.
Mavis asked me if I wanted 10 more or would I beg. I thought, I’m fucked. I said I’ll beg. She told me to start begging.
I did, I asked Daphne to shit on me. She asked where, I said anywhere you want. She said that’s not what she asked; she asked “where”. I said my tits. Vanessa hit my cunt again with the whip and I yelled. Daphne said shitting on my tits was too mild for a whore like me. I knew what she wanted and I knew where she intended. But I couldn’t say it. Vanessa whacked my cunt again. Mavis told me we’ll keep on until my cunt is raw meat or I can tell Daphne exactly what she wants to hear.
Vanessa hit me again. I screamed …” my face… my face.” I was crying and I could hear Mavis voice chuckling something like … well how about that she wants you to shit on her face, what a perverted slut.
I was somewhere else, I don’t know where.
Mavis said, go on, and defile her white face.
Daphne lowered slightly more and Mavis told me to open my eyes and look. Her anus as about 10-12 inches above my face and I saw her rectum pucker and flare and this end of a turd poke out. It seemed to hesitate forever then slid toward me. I closed my eyes and felt her warm log plop on my nose, cheek and curl across my lips before sliding down my cheek. Another one slid across my nose, and ended up over my mouth and chin.
I sensed her wiping a few times and dropping the toilet paper on me. Then she got off. The 3 of them stood there. I reeked. I opened my eyes for a moment and saw them, like three goddesses of perversion. Daphne dropped to her knees again and using a rag, wiped it through her shit and rubbed it over my face, into my hair. They laughed and that this gives a whole new meaning to the term “being shit faced.”
One by one, they pissed on me from the neck down to my cunt, carefully trying not to disturb the reeking shit smeared on my face. Finally Daphne’s said she couldn’t resist and pissed on my face, dislodging some of what she wiped on me earlier.
They muttered that it stinks too badly down here for normal people. They left. I lay like that forever. I knew the sun had set but had lost all track of time. My focus was on my body, the pain and the smells and the shit which still coated my hair and part of my face. The pee had cooled and seeped under me matting the sheet against me. I just waited. I couldn’t even think. I could hear them above me on the main floor and I thought about the symbolism of them above me and me lying on a basement floor covered in piss and shit. That analogy was enormous.
Daphne came down and told me she had to go and did I want to thank her for shitting on me. I thanked her. She lowered jeans and panties and stuck her butt back at me and pissed again.
I lay that way until Mavis and Vanessa came down and both pissed on me again. Mavis had Vanessa untie me. She helped me up. Mavis had me rinse the sheet and shower curtain in the laundry sink and allowed me to wipe some residue off with a damp rag. I asked to shower but she refused. I begged but she still refused and said sending me off this way was simply part of my punishment. I pleaded but she told me to go before she made things worse.
What to wear home was a dilemma. I didn’t want to wear the good clothes I came over in. Finally Mavis gave me an old robe and said it was either that, go naked or stain my good clothes. I opted for the robe. I thanked her, gathered up my bag and clothes and left.
I knew I had to find some place to clean up and change clothes. As soon as I got in my car, I called Linda, praying she’d answer. I knew Katrina wasn’t home. Linda answered. I explained my situation and begged her indulgences if I could come by and shower and change. She laughed her butt off and told me to come by.
When I got to her place, she immediately got a whiff of my stink and laughed at the tattered robe which constituted my clothing and the residue and tell tale stains on my face. She demanded to see everything so I dropped the robe and showed her. She went oh Gawd and convulsed in an orgasm. I told her what happened and she came again.
She stripped immediately and wanted me to eat her. I was about as hot as she was. I frigged her and ate her in pure lust until she came several times. Then she spun around and ate me. We talked back and fourth about me, a toilet covered whore, eating her. It was so damn powerful for both of us and we both were crying and laughing at the same time. I showered thoroughly; in fact we showered together, hugged and kissed like two horny teens exploring each other for the first time and we brought each other off again.
I dressed and thanked her profusely. I asked if she wanted to meet Mavis. She definitely does. I’m going to make that happen, and soon.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Dec 1, 2009: Afternoon at Linda's
This was like a “fuck the mommy sluts” open house. Linda said this has happened before.
After I arrived at Linda’s, we talked, had some wine and got into her stash. By 3:30 we both were naked and laughing about what a couple of nuts we were. Shortly after that, Stephanie, Molly and Kaitlin arrived. They immediately berated us about being needy whores and sluts of the lowest order. It was brutal, degrading and snippy. They poked at our bodies and told us to get them beers which we did. Molly made no bones about how we were now just two old whores who were destined to be at their beck and call forever and how they controlled us. Linda went to the kitchen and got them beer. Molly pushed me to my knees and had me kiss and suck her pussy through her panties.
Within moments the door opened again and Kristen, Cristal and a new girl, Megan, a friend of Cristal’s strolled into the living room. Molly turned away to greet them. My eyes meet Megan’s and I was almost ashamed. When I was told she was also 14, I shook my head; she didn’t look a day over 12 but then how would I know. From the greeting between Linda and Megan it was apparent they’d been together before. Megan looked at me and muttered something like … so this is the other old whore. I turned beet red. I unconsciously stepped back a few steps behind a chair but Molly told me to get my naked ass back in there and let Megan see me. I felt like I was in another dimension. The age of any 3 of these girls combined probably wouldn’t add up to mine. I looked at them, dressed in the catholic school uniforms, pleated plaid skirts, oxford cloth blouses with their school crest, white knee socks and black lace ups. Combined with the beer bottles in their hands, their taunting words, and us standing there naked in front of them was an alarming picture of innocence gone berserk.
I stood there totally embarrassed and self conscious. There were multiple comments about me, my body, etc. This was the worst part; the constant snipping and insults to the point I felt almost subhuman. They gloated the same way I remembered them several months ago the first time I was at Stephanie’s lake cottage. Kristen came over and slipped the neck of her beer bottle through my cunt, rolled it side to side them brought it up to my mouth. She told me to lick my goo off. I did. She snorted at me and then looked at Megan and said she didn’t have anything to fear from me, that I’d do anything she asked. Boldly Cristal walked over, Megan following, and began running their hands over my body, feeling up my tits, cunt, hips, you name it. I felt highly objectified. They asked me what I looked like when I was their age. I couldn’t even answer. Kristen bitched that neither of us had big tits, that hers were bigger and far prettier.
Still dressed, they plopped on the sofa, in chairs sucked on their beers and had us get on our knees in front of them. I felt almost embarrassed. Stephanie chided us to get more beer and some munchies. When Linda and I were in the kitchen doing it, I looked at her and said this isn’t real. She tossed me a look and said yeah, I know but here we are because neither of us knows how to get out, even if we wanted to. We’re in too deep.
We returned and sat side by side in the living room floor. After downing a few handfuls of cheese curls, Stephanie waved her beer bottle like a magic wand and told us to get busy.
I knelt in front of Stephanie and removed her panties and raised her skirt. She slid forward on the sofa and pulled my hair until my face was buried between her thighs and began tasting her. Kaitlin moved beside Stephanie and made it clear she was next. Linda was engaged with Molly and Kristen and I sensed that Cristal and Megan were watching. I brought Stephanie off and turned to Kristen who perched on the edge of the sofa and had removed her panties. One of them, I don’t know who, started slapping my ass with a belt. My yells went straight into Kaitlin’s cunt and I brought her off and got a heavy dose of squirt in the process. In probably the span of less than an hour both Linda and I had serviced the four older girls both ass and pussy. Linda had also done Cristal but I hadn’t had a chance to touch Megan.
I’d started on Kaitlin’s ass again when I heard the front door open. . I turned to see Rhonda and Melinda barging in without knocking (I later found out Rhonda has a key as does Molly and Stephanie). Rhonda came in doing some serious grousing about starting without them. For some reason, this created a little bit of a friction. (I later found out Rhonda had to run some unexpected errands for her mom after school and that’s why she was late.)
Rhonda pulled me away from Kaitlin’s ass, leered at me, smelled my face and said I was obviously enjoying myself. She dragged my face into her crotch, gabbed my hair, had me slid her panties down and I ate her while she stood over me. She eventually sank back into the sofa, dragging me with her. I ate her. Rhonda tried to start giving orders but Stephanie bitched her down and said to go with the flow.
By now everybody was half undressed; most of the school uniforms were removed. Most of the munchies were gone and there were probably a case of empties strewn all around the living room and kitchen. The sex to this point had been eating one girl after another and getting fucked with both Linda’s and my strappy. Stephanie and Molly decided Cristal would be in charge of Linda and Megan in charge of me.
Megan seemed willing but almost timid. I gathered that she was acting big to impress the older girls.
Linda went back in the bedroom fucking Molly and Melinda.
Stephanie decided it was time I fucked Megan. I’d gone to the kitchen to get more beer when she, Kaitlin, Kristen and Rhonda jumped me and held me down. By now Megan was down to panties and bra. They told her to come over and have me eat her. They sort of guided her down on me, had her pull the panties off and sit on my face. I looked up and saw her half naked body, still with that roll of baby fat around waist and hips and budding breasts. She was giggling but sat directly across my face, her butt over my face and her front of her body facing my tummy and cunt. She started wiggling down so her hole was over my mouth. Stephanie yelled for me to lick her ass. I started eating her ass and she sat straight up which put more pressure on my face. The other 4 girls were still holding my arms and legs. I gasped for breath, licked and ate her. She was making soft cooing sounds and began bouncing back and forth some. She’d slid her butt back and let me have licks at her pussy, I was going crazy. They yelled for the others to come see. I licked for all I could until she screamed she was going to cumm. I felt her flood me with thick, sweet, syrupy cumm; tons of it. Stephanie told me to suck it down. She had Megan shift her hole back over my face so I could lick her rose. It was precious, warm, puckered, pink, and so tight I couldn’t force my tongue past her ring but I kept probing. Megan came again. Stephanie asked her if she could piss and she nodded. They helped her up, turned her around and had her squat over my face. I looked up and saw this childish gleam in her eye and that cherubic face staring down. Then I felt her golden splashing on me. Stephanie told me to drink it.
They pushed Linda down against me. All of them were standing around in the kitchen, drinking, shouting at us. We were rolling around in piss, kissing and grabbing each other. They told us to do a 69 and we did with me on top. They were cheering like we were two freaks in a side show which was in some perverse way, driving us on. Cristal and Megan told us to cumm, which we did. I felt some one slapping my butt continually until Linda and I were exhausted. A couple of them pissed on us, exactly who I couldn’t tell.
The gathering began to break up at that point. Kristen had to go, so that took Cristal and Megan out as well. Molly mumbled it was too bad it was a school night otherwise they’d stay all night. She, molly and Kaitlin left and within a few minutes Linda and I were alone. We cleaned up her house, scrubbed the piss off the kitchen floor and showered. After we dressed, she suggested we get something to eat, so we drove to a Fridays and scoffed down burgers. We sat there stunned and finally started recounting the evening’s fuck session. Both of us are glad we have each other.
After I arrived at Linda’s, we talked, had some wine and got into her stash. By 3:30 we both were naked and laughing about what a couple of nuts we were. Shortly after that, Stephanie, Molly and Kaitlin arrived. They immediately berated us about being needy whores and sluts of the lowest order. It was brutal, degrading and snippy. They poked at our bodies and told us to get them beers which we did. Molly made no bones about how we were now just two old whores who were destined to be at their beck and call forever and how they controlled us. Linda went to the kitchen and got them beer. Molly pushed me to my knees and had me kiss and suck her pussy through her panties.
Within moments the door opened again and Kristen, Cristal and a new girl, Megan, a friend of Cristal’s strolled into the living room. Molly turned away to greet them. My eyes meet Megan’s and I was almost ashamed. When I was told she was also 14, I shook my head; she didn’t look a day over 12 but then how would I know. From the greeting between Linda and Megan it was apparent they’d been together before. Megan looked at me and muttered something like … so this is the other old whore. I turned beet red. I unconsciously stepped back a few steps behind a chair but Molly told me to get my naked ass back in there and let Megan see me. I felt like I was in another dimension. The age of any 3 of these girls combined probably wouldn’t add up to mine. I looked at them, dressed in the catholic school uniforms, pleated plaid skirts, oxford cloth blouses with their school crest, white knee socks and black lace ups. Combined with the beer bottles in their hands, their taunting words, and us standing there naked in front of them was an alarming picture of innocence gone berserk.
I stood there totally embarrassed and self conscious. There were multiple comments about me, my body, etc. This was the worst part; the constant snipping and insults to the point I felt almost subhuman. They gloated the same way I remembered them several months ago the first time I was at Stephanie’s lake cottage. Kristen came over and slipped the neck of her beer bottle through my cunt, rolled it side to side them brought it up to my mouth. She told me to lick my goo off. I did. She snorted at me and then looked at Megan and said she didn’t have anything to fear from me, that I’d do anything she asked. Boldly Cristal walked over, Megan following, and began running their hands over my body, feeling up my tits, cunt, hips, you name it. I felt highly objectified. They asked me what I looked like when I was their age. I couldn’t even answer. Kristen bitched that neither of us had big tits, that hers were bigger and far prettier.
Still dressed, they plopped on the sofa, in chairs sucked on their beers and had us get on our knees in front of them. I felt almost embarrassed. Stephanie chided us to get more beer and some munchies. When Linda and I were in the kitchen doing it, I looked at her and said this isn’t real. She tossed me a look and said yeah, I know but here we are because neither of us knows how to get out, even if we wanted to. We’re in too deep.
We returned and sat side by side in the living room floor. After downing a few handfuls of cheese curls, Stephanie waved her beer bottle like a magic wand and told us to get busy.
I knelt in front of Stephanie and removed her panties and raised her skirt. She slid forward on the sofa and pulled my hair until my face was buried between her thighs and began tasting her. Kaitlin moved beside Stephanie and made it clear she was next. Linda was engaged with Molly and Kristen and I sensed that Cristal and Megan were watching. I brought Stephanie off and turned to Kristen who perched on the edge of the sofa and had removed her panties. One of them, I don’t know who, started slapping my ass with a belt. My yells went straight into Kaitlin’s cunt and I brought her off and got a heavy dose of squirt in the process. In probably the span of less than an hour both Linda and I had serviced the four older girls both ass and pussy. Linda had also done Cristal but I hadn’t had a chance to touch Megan.
I’d started on Kaitlin’s ass again when I heard the front door open. . I turned to see Rhonda and Melinda barging in without knocking (I later found out Rhonda has a key as does Molly and Stephanie). Rhonda came in doing some serious grousing about starting without them. For some reason, this created a little bit of a friction. (I later found out Rhonda had to run some unexpected errands for her mom after school and that’s why she was late.)
Rhonda pulled me away from Kaitlin’s ass, leered at me, smelled my face and said I was obviously enjoying myself. She dragged my face into her crotch, gabbed my hair, had me slid her panties down and I ate her while she stood over me. She eventually sank back into the sofa, dragging me with her. I ate her. Rhonda tried to start giving orders but Stephanie bitched her down and said to go with the flow.
By now everybody was half undressed; most of the school uniforms were removed. Most of the munchies were gone and there were probably a case of empties strewn all around the living room and kitchen. The sex to this point had been eating one girl after another and getting fucked with both Linda’s and my strappy. Stephanie and Molly decided Cristal would be in charge of Linda and Megan in charge of me.
Megan seemed willing but almost timid. I gathered that she was acting big to impress the older girls.
Linda went back in the bedroom fucking Molly and Melinda.
Stephanie decided it was time I fucked Megan. I’d gone to the kitchen to get more beer when she, Kaitlin, Kristen and Rhonda jumped me and held me down. By now Megan was down to panties and bra. They told her to come over and have me eat her. They sort of guided her down on me, had her pull the panties off and sit on my face. I looked up and saw her half naked body, still with that roll of baby fat around waist and hips and budding breasts. She was giggling but sat directly across my face, her butt over my face and her front of her body facing my tummy and cunt. She started wiggling down so her hole was over my mouth. Stephanie yelled for me to lick her ass. I started eating her ass and she sat straight up which put more pressure on my face. The other 4 girls were still holding my arms and legs. I gasped for breath, licked and ate her. She was making soft cooing sounds and began bouncing back and forth some. She’d slid her butt back and let me have licks at her pussy, I was going crazy. They yelled for the others to come see. I licked for all I could until she screamed she was going to cumm. I felt her flood me with thick, sweet, syrupy cumm; tons of it. Stephanie told me to suck it down. She had Megan shift her hole back over my face so I could lick her rose. It was precious, warm, puckered, pink, and so tight I couldn’t force my tongue past her ring but I kept probing. Megan came again. Stephanie asked her if she could piss and she nodded. They helped her up, turned her around and had her squat over my face. I looked up and saw this childish gleam in her eye and that cherubic face staring down. Then I felt her golden splashing on me. Stephanie told me to drink it.
They pushed Linda down against me. All of them were standing around in the kitchen, drinking, shouting at us. We were rolling around in piss, kissing and grabbing each other. They told us to do a 69 and we did with me on top. They were cheering like we were two freaks in a side show which was in some perverse way, driving us on. Cristal and Megan told us to cumm, which we did. I felt some one slapping my butt continually until Linda and I were exhausted. A couple of them pissed on us, exactly who I couldn’t tell.
The gathering began to break up at that point. Kristen had to go, so that took Cristal and Megan out as well. Molly mumbled it was too bad it was a school night otherwise they’d stay all night. She, molly and Kaitlin left and within a few minutes Linda and I were alone. We cleaned up her house, scrubbed the piss off the kitchen floor and showered. After we dressed, she suggested we get something to eat, so we drove to a Fridays and scoffed down burgers. We sat there stunned and finally started recounting the evening’s fuck session. Both of us are glad we have each other.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Nov 30, 2009: Reunion with Katrina
Katrina and I hadn't seen each other in two weeks due to her trip and the predictable holiday hustle. After sharing hugs, kisses and brandy, We talked about her trip but she quickly brought up the email she’d received this morning about my conversation with Jody. She kidded me about the suggestion I live with Linda and fuck the Molly’s of the world for a couple of years.
After another brandy, I stood and slowly undressed, piece by piece, following her instructions and not removing an article of clothing until she told me. Every time I’d remove something she’d comment and as I progressed toward nudity her comments became more degrading until I was naked and presenting my body to her. She had me kneel then assume a modified lotus position, the back of my wrists against my thighs, my back straight, my eyes closed in a position of what she called perfect surrender. After a few minutes I could hear her undressing. She told me not to shift my position, just open my eyes and gaze at her body. She was standing nude about 5-6 feet away idly rubbing herself. I whispered how much I wanted her.
She blindfolded me, kept me in that position and teased me by sticking her pussy a couple of inches from my face and letting me get a couple of soft tongue licks between her folds. Then she turned and let me smell and tongue her ass before she stepped back. To say I was begging for her and a wanton wreck at this point is an understatement. I kept begging, whining, pleading to really eat her. But she began taunting me about being such a needy whore, bringing up things I’d done in the past, mentioning things I’d probably do in the future and how my life was simply a tableau moving from one servitude situation to another.
She had me shift my position to all fours, do a series of cat and cow poses, a child’s pose then move back to all fours with my knees widely separated and my head tilted upward. She moved in front of me, this time pressing her pussy against my face and told me to eat her and make her cumm. I moaned and devoured her, driven by her taste and scent, like some depraved bitch until she flooded me with an orgasm, and kept going until she had three. After a pause she turned her ass into my face and told me to lick.
She told me to remove the blindfold, follow her into the bathroom and lie on the floor. I positioned myself accordingly, staring up at her as she straddled me and told me to beg for her piss. She kept taunting me, calling me a despicable white trash whore and began pissing.
She got her strappy and had me cinch it around her, then show my gratitude by sucking on the shaft which I did until she began thrusting her hips and fucking my mouth. She kept telling me we’re going ‘round the world, her terminology which implied she was going to fuck all my holes. She had me lie down on my back again in the piss puddle and mounted me. My cunt was nothing but a swampy mess and responded instantly as she easily slid the dildo in and fucked me until I was begging to cumm. She made me hold off until I verbally degraded myself and screamed that I was going to be available to “fuck those little white bitches”, meaning Molly and her friends. I rocked off two orgasms until she withdrew, had me hold my legs back and slowly penetrated my ass. I winced; it’d been a long time since my hole had been fucked. After considerable fucking, I squeezed off another cumm.
We returned to the living room and she had me use a vibe to bring her off again. Although she was aware of the notes about trying to see Melissa today, her preference was that I schedule that another day because she wanted me to savor what I’d experienced with her.
Finally she told me to clean the bathroom, put away her toys, and shower. I dressed and thanked her profusely. Her final comment was she wants to meet Linda in the next week or two and I told her I’d make that happen.
My love, e
After another brandy, I stood and slowly undressed, piece by piece, following her instructions and not removing an article of clothing until she told me. Every time I’d remove something she’d comment and as I progressed toward nudity her comments became more degrading until I was naked and presenting my body to her. She had me kneel then assume a modified lotus position, the back of my wrists against my thighs, my back straight, my eyes closed in a position of what she called perfect surrender. After a few minutes I could hear her undressing. She told me not to shift my position, just open my eyes and gaze at her body. She was standing nude about 5-6 feet away idly rubbing herself. I whispered how much I wanted her.
She blindfolded me, kept me in that position and teased me by sticking her pussy a couple of inches from my face and letting me get a couple of soft tongue licks between her folds. Then she turned and let me smell and tongue her ass before she stepped back. To say I was begging for her and a wanton wreck at this point is an understatement. I kept begging, whining, pleading to really eat her. But she began taunting me about being such a needy whore, bringing up things I’d done in the past, mentioning things I’d probably do in the future and how my life was simply a tableau moving from one servitude situation to another.
She had me shift my position to all fours, do a series of cat and cow poses, a child’s pose then move back to all fours with my knees widely separated and my head tilted upward. She moved in front of me, this time pressing her pussy against my face and told me to eat her and make her cumm. I moaned and devoured her, driven by her taste and scent, like some depraved bitch until she flooded me with an orgasm, and kept going until she had three. After a pause she turned her ass into my face and told me to lick.
She told me to remove the blindfold, follow her into the bathroom and lie on the floor. I positioned myself accordingly, staring up at her as she straddled me and told me to beg for her piss. She kept taunting me, calling me a despicable white trash whore and began pissing.
She got her strappy and had me cinch it around her, then show my gratitude by sucking on the shaft which I did until she began thrusting her hips and fucking my mouth. She kept telling me we’re going ‘round the world, her terminology which implied she was going to fuck all my holes. She had me lie down on my back again in the piss puddle and mounted me. My cunt was nothing but a swampy mess and responded instantly as she easily slid the dildo in and fucked me until I was begging to cumm. She made me hold off until I verbally degraded myself and screamed that I was going to be available to “fuck those little white bitches”, meaning Molly and her friends. I rocked off two orgasms until she withdrew, had me hold my legs back and slowly penetrated my ass. I winced; it’d been a long time since my hole had been fucked. After considerable fucking, I squeezed off another cumm.
We returned to the living room and she had me use a vibe to bring her off again. Although she was aware of the notes about trying to see Melissa today, her preference was that I schedule that another day because she wanted me to savor what I’d experienced with her.
Finally she told me to clean the bathroom, put away her toys, and shower. I dressed and thanked her profusely. Her final comment was she wants to meet Linda in the next week or two and I told her I’d make that happen.
My love, e
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