Mar 1, 2010: Katrina and Joan

Monday morning Katrina called and asked if I could come down around lunch for some serious time together. I had some repair work being done at the house and committed that as soon as they left, I’d come down. while I waited for the workers to finish I talked extensively with Jody. Following her instructions, I dressed in amicro mini and dark tights, a satin blouse, Kristen’s panties, heels and an outer coat…no bra. On the way down I stopped and got coffee for both Katrina and Joan, again as Jody told me to do.

I got to Katrina’s around 1:00. We went to the living room. Joan and Katrina sat on opposite ends of the sofa and sipped coffee. Katrina explained that Joan would basically be my domme’ for the afternoon and I’d be expected to follow her directions explicitly without hesitation. I pledged my compliance.

Joan had a huge grin on her face. So I faced her and told her “I’m yours”. After telling me how much she relished the opportunity to control me, she told me to take my clothes off. When I got down to Kristen’s panties, they produced a laugh. Katrina asked me why they were so wet and I told her about the conversation with you before I left and texting Rhonda. I also told them about your idea of me hosting a weekend teen party with all that had used me. Katrina laughed and said my house probably wouldn’t be large enough to hold them all but it was worth pursuing. All this conversation left both of them is stitches. Katrina thought Joan might enjoy meeting Rhonda. The way this flowed, from my morning with you, to seeing Katrina and Joan and repeating our conversation to them, made me feel trapped. Sometimes that feeling fuels my desire, though.

Joan had me stand with my hands behind my head and feet apart. She berated me for not being intuitive enough to know they needed refreshments and not offering to get wine and chicken salad sandwiches that were in the refrigerator. I apologized for my rudeness and insensitivity. Trust me; I was trembling inside because I sensed Joan was working me up slowly. She barked at me to shut up, gestured toward the kitchen, and told me to get my ass busy.

I got one of Katrina’s trays and put sandwiches, plates, a bottle of white wine, and pulled glasses out of the cabinet. I returned to the living room and curtsied. Joan gestured to the coffee table and I set the tray down, poured wine and placed a plate in front of each of them. She demanded extra napkins, extra mayonnaise and a pickle. I returned to the kitchen and brought her the items. She had me go back and get a couple of other things, none of which she or Katrina used; it was just a way of commanding me and make me scurry around like some rat in a maze.

When I didn’t have to do anything, I resumed the standing pose. She commented to Katrina that if they ever lived together how nice it would be to have me as their maid and fuck toy. Katrina was eating this up. They talked back and forth about all the women who’d used me and specifically what happened at Frayne a couple of weeks ago. I remember Joan saying she thought I was worse than a nymphomaniac when it came to getting used. I wasn’t allowed to speak or comment. Finally, when they finished I took everything back to the kitchen.

Katrina yelled into the kitchen that I could pour myself some wine and have a sandwich but to sit in front of them while I ate. I did and sat cross legged on the other side of the coffee table. While I ate they switched the conversation to their upcoming trip to Cancun and the two Mexican women who invited them down. I simply listened. With Joan’s permission I took my plate and glass back to the kitchen, then returned to the living room.

At this point I hadn’t touched either of them nor had they made any sexual demands on me. They’d spent well over an hour, if not two, objectifying and degrading me and I was aching to touch them.

Joan told me to move the coffee table aside and get on my knees. She asked me how long it’d been since I ate either of them and I told her about 3 weeks ago at Frayne’s. Her next command was for me to knee walk to Katrina and beg to correct that. I did exactly as she told me and begged Katrina to serve her. Joan wasn’t satisfied and told me I wasn’t sounding slutty or filthy enough. So I told Katrina I was a whore who begged to suck her ass, lick her pussy and be her toilet. I told her that you said my life consisted on being nothing but a whore. Finally Katrina allowed me to raise her skirt and kiss her mesh panties but that was all I was allowed to do. She asked me if I thought Joan should beat me in exchange for kissing her and I said yes.

Katrina suggested I tell Joan she had my permission to beat me or to use me in any way she wished. I thought this was a given and already established but I didn’t question anything. I turned to Joan and told her I was in dire need of serving and in exchange she could inflict any level of punishment on me she wanted. There was something about hearing my own words detailing this that made me feel totally insignificant and pathetic. I felt like I was turning a part of my immediate existence over to her. My cunt was oozing. Joan toyed with that idea and demurely asked Katrina if she should really beat me. It was almost like a charade.

Katrina thought we needed to adjourn to the basement playroom because things might get noisy so the 3 of us went downstairs. Once there I saw that they had an enema bag hanging from a hook in the ceiling and I cringed, especially when I saw the bucket. Following Joan's commands, I undressed her to thigh highs and heels and Katrina to a black lace bustier, hose and heels.

Joan told me to get on all fours underneath where the bag was hanging. I did. She lubed me and inserted the nozzle and began releasing the liquid into me, a mixture of milk, wine, soap and water. I felt it instantly. She told me a rule of thumb Katrina imparted to her was to clean my ass out before any fucking. And believe me, she did. I groaned, felt the wine kick in and begged to release. Eventually they let me squat over the bucket and expel my mess. I had to wipe myself with paper then a wet cloth. Joan had me carry the bucket up to the powder room commode, wash out the messy cloth then come back down.

When I came back, Joan had on a strappy and told me to get on all fours. She lubed my hole and pushed the tip of the dildo in about an inch. At that point, Katrina walked over and in one fluid motion, got on all fours in front of me with her ass stuck back against my face. Joan told me to start sucking and I began really worshipping Katrina’s ass, when I got into a rhythm, Joan slid the dildo up my ass slowly, gave me time to adjust and began fucking my ass. as she fucked me she hissed out all the things she’d seen me do, from meeting me in Daphne’s garage, to fucking me in her flat, then in Mavis basement, to 3 weeks ago at Frayne’s. She also told me I damn well better not cumm. She’d also bitch at me to keep forcing my tongue through Katrina’s hole.

I kept sucking and tongue fucking Katrina’s ass until she came. She rolled over on her back and I lowered my mouth to her pussy and licked her to another one. Joan had shifted the dildo from my ass to my cunt. She ran another dildo into my ass and the combination drove me to the brink. It took all the will power I had not to cumm until she withdrew all the toys and left me breathless.

Joan removed the strappy and sat on top of Katrina’s padded cage. She motioned me over and had me slowly lick her pussy and tell her how much I appreciated being able to slut for her. She’d direct my tongue where she wanted to be touched, and then had me lick up her tummy to her tits and lick her breasts and suck her nipples. Eventually she guided me back to her pussy for a cumm and then rocked back and exposed her ass. her verbal was absolutely non stop, mainly saying get my fucking tongue up her hole, things like when I live with them I’d do this everyday. I don’t know whether she was kidding or not but it drove me crazy. I was alternating between her ass and pussy. I believe she rocked off 3 or 4 cumms; I’m not sure.

But when she finished she told me she had to piss and she wanted to do it right in my face. She slapped me and told me to ask for it and if she pissed in my face I could frig off. I was in outer space at this time and rolled off a string of words mainly begging for her to piss in my face and I was desperate for a cumm. She flooded me. Her pussy was about 6 inches from my face and she flooded me while I frigged. By that time Katrina had come up to the left side of where I was and she jerked me by my hair, turning my face toward her and she pissed. I came multiple times, pissing, crying and shouting like some demonic beast. Joan jumped off the bench and shoved my face into the pee puddle. She came behind me and beat my ass with a paddle.

I ended up wiping the floor with an old towel, then sitting on the floor looking up at them. I sensed that things were pretty much over. They started talking to me, Katrina mostly, about this beach trip and earning money. I told her I needed $2000. Her suggestion was to approach Frayne and her friends and through a combination of whoring and cleaning I might make it. But then she said that mystery woman would pay $1200, perhaps more, if I stayed an entire weekend with her and maybe a couple of her friends. I was blown away. I mentioned the conversation with Rhonda and her text that she wanted me for spring break and I wasn’t sure how that impacted the original idea of Whitney. She told me not to focus on “who”, but “how”. She said for all I know I might end up taking Sophia (I think that was kind of a kidding comment.)

I did a thorough clean up of her playroom. She let me use the guest bath room to shower and clean up. I dressed and we sat in the kitchen and talked again. She hinted that I needed to keep pursuing Whitney and when she and Joan returned from Cancun it would nice for Joan to meet Whitney and perhaps Rhonda. I left it at that and thanked them for the afternoon. Despite the intensity, I felt pretty good about what I did and how I handled things. Jody’s coaching that morning really helped prepare me.