April 8, 2010: My Speech for Sophia

Blog 10 04 08 The Speech

I arrived at Mavis by 730 as requested, entered through the back door and took off my mini and hoodie. I dropped my toy bag in the living room and found her sitting in the kitchen. She said my fist task was to prepare her breakfast. Without further delay, I donned an apron and fixed bacon, eggs, grits and coffee for both of us. When we finished, I bathed her then ate her while she sat on the commode seat.

Tisha arrives by 930 dressed in leather mini and skyscraper heels and white satin blouse and black vest. I was not expecting her and truthfully was thrilled to see her. The three of us talked. Through conversations with you, she was well aware of my speech, the need for it but reinforced the fact that it was to be directed at Sophia and would probably result in punishment. I told her it was in the side pocket of my toy bag and if she wanted to read it beforehand, it was fine with me. She chose to wait and listen to me deliver it.

She and Mavis took me, along with my toy bag, to the basement. Tisha sat on the edge of the low table, told me to eat her while my mouth was still pristine because she had no doubt within a few hours I’d be trashed. I knelt in front of her, raised her skirt, removed her panties and brought her off while Mavis watched. Then she handcuffed my hands behind me and locked me in the cage and told me to contemplate what might be in store for me. Sophia and the others would be here around 1030 so I had about 30-45 minutes to sweat it out in the cage. She and Mavis went upstairs, turned out the basement light and left me in serious anticipation. Trust me I was a bundle of nerves.

Shortly I heard the doorbell and people enter and could hear conversation punctuated with laughter. When the basement light came on, I watched as they descended the stairs; first Sophia carrying her bag, Ophelia behind her followed by a chunky girl that I’d never seen, then Paula. Mavis and Tisha brought up the rear.

The laughter was immediate. I felt about 2 inches high and wanted to hide. Ophelia was in stitches. She introduced the girl I didn’t know as her daughter, Rosa, who stared at me with this dumb look on her face like she could not believe what she was seeing. They tossed remarks at me and I remember Rosa saying she didn’t understand why my hands were cuffed since I was in a cage and couldn’t get out. Tisha answered her that it was to keep my hands away from my pussy; otherwise I’d be playing with myself.

Tisha let me out of the cage and told everybody about me. She went back to when we met nearly 2 years ago and how I’d been trained by you for ages. She praised my training and how she’d seen me change from a somewhat confused woman to a servant predominately to black women. She said I had a confession to make courtesy of your brilliant mind and they needed to listen carefully.

She removed my handcuffs and asked me if I wanted to talk through this or did I want to read from my letter. I told her I’d prefer to read the letter. She got it out of my bag, handed it to me and asked if I wanted something to drink, I nodded. She sent Sophia back upstairs and told her to fix me something strong. When she returned, I took a few sips of what I think was gin and lemonade. I knelt naked and they stood around me fully clothed. I started reading, my voice was quivering but I got through the first paragraph, and then took another drink. I focused mainly on Sophia thought I’d look at Tisha a few times and also Mavis. When I got to the part about my college and work experiences, they laughed, made some snide remarks but Tisha told them to shut up and listen. I kept going and finished reading.

Sophia seemed impressed. Ophelia mouthed off that if I was a maid why hadn’t I cleaned her house because all she viewed me as was piece of shit. There were a couple of questions about why I didn’t follow my childhood training as I got older, how did I expect to repay all the nasty things I did or said and Sophia asked me what was the worse thing I’d ever said or done to a black girl. I said I’d used some slang expressions but I don’t even bring those words out of my lips these days. Paula said I was a two faced bitch. I said I’m confessing and submitting myself to you all for service or punishment or whatever you think I need. Tisha interjected that they’d better appreciate it and if this gives them ideas about giving me what I deserve, then so be it. She willing to turn me over to them for a few hours but beyond today as always, she would continue to be the center of power and if anyone wants to use her property, they clear it with her.

She asked me to follow her into a far corner of the basement. She said, okay baby, she was going but Sophia would be the one ultimately in charge but Mavis was here as a sanity check. She kissed me and led me back to where Sophia was standing.

Tisha left. I felt awkward. Sophia picked up my bag and started sorting through things. She called her group over and they huddled and whispered things back and forth. Mavis sat there and smiled. Then Sophia went over to Mavis and they talked quietly. She and Mavis went upstairs for a few minutes and I thought I heard the back door slam then heard them come back into the house. Shortly afterwards they came back downstairs.

Sophia indicated they had things planned out and told me to stand. She and Mavis took a huge bunch of ropes and began tied ropes around each of my wrists but not tying them together. They forced my arms behind me and folded my arms so my right wrist was at my left elbow, left wrist at my right elbow. They roped my arms like that so my forearms were parallel to the floor and from what I could feel; they ran ropes almost entirely along my forearms then ran ropes around my upper arms so it was impossible for me to force my upper arms apart. They wrapped ropes around my back and above and below my tits.

Mavis pulled my hair back like she was going to make a ponytail and Sophia roped my hair until the rope was firmly entwined, and then she threw the rope over an exposed pipe at running under the floor joist. She tugged it until I was yanked high enough so that my feet were barely touching the floor. She put leather cuffs on my ankles and tied ropes through the d-ring of each cuff, kicked my legs apart until they were just wider that my shoulders and tied the ropes from the d-ring to objects in the basement. When she finished she tied more rope from my hair to the exposed pipe above me.

I simply could not move. I looked like an upside down “Y”. I stood there breathing heavily. I glanced at Mavis who sat with this smug expression on her face.

Sophia and the others opened her bag and took out some things; a flogger, crop, paddles and some rawhide strips that looked like shoelaces. She had Ophelia pull my tits out and compress the base and she wrapped the leather strips around the base of each tits. When she finished my tits looked like two individual ice cream cones.

She put her face to my left ear and stuck her tongue in my ear and palmed my cunt at the same time. She whispered in my ear that a smart girl like me should know by know I was going to be beaten for thinking all those evil thoughts about black women. The way she said it was almost lovingly. She told me how much it turned her on to hear me confess, how much pleasure she got from knowing she was about to beat me and just thinking about it made her pussy gush. She ran her hand inside her jeans and then brought her fingers to my mouth and had me suck her wetness off her fingers. Her taste was erotic and she repeated that motion several times until I could taste her scent everywhere inside my mouth. Then she played coy with me, asking me if I was ready to be beaten for my past sins. I quivered so badly I couldn’t speak and only nodded. She French kissed my ears again and in between her whispers she kept telling me what a turn on I was to her and when she earned enough money selling things on the street (I didn’t ask what) she was going to buy me and sell my body forever. She told me she had $700 in her pocket from these other stupid bitches who didn’t mean a thing to her and had half a dozen more lined up who also would pay. When she said that she squeezed my cunt and I moaned and had an orgasm just from her words and one touch of her hand. She spit in my face and called me “easy money”. My face was beet red. She told me she was going to beat me for her personal satisfaction then let her clients do the same. All I had to do was take it and scream. With that, she stepped back to her bag, extracted a blindfold and put it over my eyes and buckled it behind my head. I stood there shaking so hard that if my hair hadn’t been roped and tied to the pipe I’d have probably fainted or fallen.

I heard them talking softly and Mavis say “I have no problem with that.” I sighed then felt something hip my lower abdomen like a searing hot burst; I yelled and then felt a few more on my hips and back. I felt the flogger on my tits hitting, pausing, hitting again and again. I yelled. I heard Sophia say, that’s it bitch, scream, confess. She (I assume it was her) kept beating me all over, she asked how my mom whipped me when I was seven for dissing blacks, I yelled out she used a switch from a bush. Sophia laughed and asked me if this was a better way to get beaten. For some reason I shrieked “yes”. She whipped my legs and asked if that’s how my mom did it. I whimpered yes. She’d let me rest then hit me again and most felt like they were with the flogger. She’d call me a dirty white whore and hit me more. Then she stopped. She pressed my drink to my lips and poured the rest of it down my throat.

I don’t know who beat me next but they weren’t as skillful as Sophia. I think at one time there were two of them beating my simultaneously. One of them I’m sure had the paddle and went after my butt with a multitude of strokes. Someone took what I perceived to be the strap and whipped my cunt and inner thighs. I kept screaming until somebody shoved a ball gag in my mouth. Then they started again. More than once I felt spit hit my face. At one point, I clearly know one of them stood in front of me, I’m pretty sure it was Paula, reached around me and grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them apart so another one of them could beat my asshole. I lost control of my bladder and pissed down my legs and onto the floor. One of them shouted that I nearly pissed on her and slapped my face.

There were a few more hits then I heard Sophia say that was enough. Things got quiet and they let me get my breath. Another drink was pressed to my lips. Sophia removed the blindfold and the ball gag. A huge amount of drool spilled out of my mouth. I looked across the basement and saw the four of them staring at me. No one had taken a single item of clothing off and Mavis was sitting in her chair giggling. I looked down at my body or what I could see of it and all I saw was redness and faint streaks. My tits were totally purplish from being tied. Sophia told Paula to untie my ankles which helped and gave me a little bit of freedom. The she, Sophia, untied my tits and I groaned as the blood started circulating again. Sophia wrapped her arms around me and hugged me for a moment. That helped me mentally recover. Then she carefully untied my hair but still in the process of doing so, managed to pull my hair which she sloughed off with a laugh. She held me to keep me from falling.

Mavis folded what looked like an old bedspread over the low table, put a dirty throw pillow on top of that. Sophia guided me, arms and upper body still bound, over to the table, helped me onto the table and laid me on my back, arms underneath me and against the pillow. I began to relax but I noticed Ophelia and Rosa beginning to undress.

I looked at Ophelia’s plump body as she undressed. Rosa’s was a miniature version of the same, not as plump but definitely headed in that direction. Ophelia said it was funny that I cleaned black women’s houses but why I never offered to clean her house … did I think I was too good. I said no. she asked so when you gonna clean my house, bitch. She twisted my nipples as she said that. I yelled and told her anytime she wanted. She kept twisting until my eyes watered. I told her I would. She kept yelling “when!” I told her anytime.

She crawled up on the table, squatted over me and had me eat her. Once again I had the feeling her pussy was large enough to engulf my entire head. She pulled my legs back and wide apart. Her grip felt like iron. She encouraged Rosa to smack my pussy. As Ophelia settled lower I felt like my ability to breath was entirely in her hands. She slid around until my tongue was able to penetrate her and slowly rocked back and forth, sometimes raising and lowering her hips so I could breathe, until she started cumming. Once she started it was like sucking a swamp. The entire time Rosa was spanking my already tender cunt and Ophelia continued this routine until she wore me out. She got off and told Rosa to take her turn.

Rosa, with this gleeful look on her face, climbed aboard my face. I quickly noticed her pussy was large, fleshy lips and a full bush that was matted in her juices. I don’t think I have ever experienced such a full bush on someone her age. As I began to suck her she cooed and laughed. Ophelia pushed my legs back so Rosa could grab them. I felt a dildo slid into me cunt and began stroking me. I was almost in a rhythm when I heard Ophelia mumble something about the pins and immediately felt her snap pins on each of my labia. I shrieked. I heard her shout about fixing the bitch’s cunt and she kept ramming me. I heard the words “white trash cunt” over and over. Rosa in the meantime was not riding me, just sitting on my face and making me do all the work until I brought her off. I recall the dildo sliding out of my cunt and poking into my rectum and me screaming again. She kept pushing it in and I had no idea how long it was but had the sensation it poked halfway to my tummy. Rosa finally came and slid off me and Paula mounted me. The situation was much the same and the three of them took turns either rammed my ass and cunt or face sitting me and having me suck them off. Sophia joined this group fuck also.

Sophia helped me off the table and put me on my knees on the floor. She stuck her ass back in my face and to give her some tongue. I did. She pushed back farther and I kept sucking. Eventually she turned around and had me eat her pussy, calling me trash mouth the entire time and grabbing my hair and holding me against her pussy until she rocked off several orgasms. Finally this whole thing stopped and I lay there like a rag.

Sophia untied me completely and massaged my hands and arms. There was another round of casual fucking and at one time I was lying on the floor sandwiched between Rosa and Ophelia. Another time I was sucking Ophelia’s massive tits and rubbing Paula’s pussy with one hand and Rosa’s with the other. More than one I had my tongue up Paula’s or Ophelia’s ass.

One thing I noticed was that the entire morning they’d been pissing in a bucket. I figured that would come into use at some point.

From the basement we could hear thunder. Sophia tied a rope loosely around my neck, cuffed my hands in front of me with Velcro cuffs, picked up two other pieces of rope and told me to follow her. She led me upstairs, the rest of them following us. Paula though brought the piss bucket. We went out into the yard. I noticed that what had started out as a sunny day had turned ugly with thick purple clouds. The wind had picked up and the ground was wet from rain. Nonetheless, she herded me into the high fenced enclosure behind Mavis garage and had me lie down on my back. She pulled my cuffed hands over my head until my wrists were against the ground and tied rope from the rings on the cuffs to a fence post. Then she took another rope and tied my ankles together and tied that rope to the fence on the opposite side of then enclosure. Finally this whole thing stopped and I lay there like a rag. I knew what was coming, or so I thought. Sophia pissed on me and Paula poured the piss bucket on me from my hair to my lower legs. When she finished, Sophia squatted and centered her ass over my face. I kissed her ass but she said no way, she wanted my mouth. I went deeper trying to please he but suddenly realized what she intended as her hole flexed open. I pressed back against the dirt and weeds as she plopped her turds on my face. I rolled to one side away from the mess. Ophelia, her flabby body shaking with every step, squatted on my cunt and pooped. She pissed on me as well and told Rosa to shit, but Rosa couldn’t. Instead she settled for pissing on me. Paula had no trouble browning me on my cunt and I’m sure she’d used a suppository based on the consistency. By this time it didn’t t matte; nothing was sacred. Paula smeared the shit around with her foot much as she did last time. Even Mavis got in the act by pissing on me. Sophia took a vibe and pressed it against my clit and at the same time and hissing at me that I looked more like an animal than she ever imagined. I came in a flash. They left me inside the enclosure in their mess, shut the gate and went in the house to eat.

I heard thunder and shivered. Eventually rain began rain and got heavier. I lay there and felt the dirt under me turn to mud. I gave up and pissed again adding to my humiliation. There was a break in the rain and Sophia and Paula came out to get me.

Sophia untied me and we went back inside, and back in the basement. Within minutes rain was pouring by the bucket loads. They were standing around discussing how to fuck me next when I heard Tisha’s voice. Within moments Tisha came downstairs. She laughed at me initially. She told everybody its over, they’ve done enough. Paula however challenged her on that and Tisha told her if she didn’t get enough that wasn’t her problem. Paula went upstairs huffy, Tisha and Sophia talked for awhile before they left.

Tisha intuitively felt I’d had enough and did not want to extent this. Personally it worked for me. She and Mavis went upstairs, while I cleaned the basement and got my bag. We thanked Mavis for her home and talked about Whitney and her family. Mavis is so taken with Whitney and wants to see her again as do I. Tisha and I drove separately to her townhouse. I cleaned up, showered and took a nap before heading home. .