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.