My work day went to hell in a hand basket in the late afternoon and I knew I wouldn’t get to a comfortable stopping point or make it to Harper’s by 4. We talked, agreed on her coming here.
She came about 6. I was still in my study working. I greeted her, asked if she wanted to see the house; her response … first thing she wanted to see was me and within 30 seconds I was naked and her hands and eyes all over me. I grabbed a bottle of wine and we went downstairs. I undressed her. We never quite made it to the wine at that point. I ate her while she leaned against the downstairs sofa then she threw me over the end of the sofa and with her strappy from her bag which she brought, took my ass. she produced a joint, we smoked and fucked again back in the lower level bedroom. Me under her while she face sat and rode me. peed and came back to bed. I roamed all over her with my mouth, from her nipples to her toes and she fucked my cunt. I showed her the house and when we got to the master bedroom she pushed me down on the bed and fucked me again.
I threw together a salad for supper and we talked. she prefers fucking at her place, my place gives her a strange feeling; too comfortable. maybe it’s because she first took me at Stephanie’s lake cottage and again at her workshop or, the first time she took a girl, it was in an alley. She also likes places where she feels more in control.i laughed, said she didn’t do such a bad job of being in control and fucking me all over my house this evening. She agreed but it’s not the same. i showed her my cage and she said that’s junior league. She's going to make me one to her liking. i went, oh goody.
she said sometimes she has this thing in her, her sadistic side, that bubbles to the surface. she really doesn't want to hurt submissive's; she just likes to see them suffer. to her there's a difference. she asked if she scared me; I told her a little. she said fear is a good thing.
She told me the two of you had connected, you’d offered to trade me for a flat screen TV which of course makes me wince. She asked why I’d turned into such a whore. I told her it wasn’t always this way and I went way back to the beginning with you, 6, 7, 8 years ago, how things took a more serious turn about 3 years ago. The introduction of Tisha, etc. most of this we talked about at Stephanie’s cabin but sometimes it helps to go over the same things again, brings up new questions.
also found out Stephanie had planned a gang bang last weekend but for whatever reason it didn’t come off. Another one is in the works and will probably be at Harper’s. as for when, she says most of the time the whole group of Stephanie's friends couldn't organize a 2-car funeral procession. she likes Stephanie but keeps her at a distance.
She left around 8:45. I talked to Mistress, cleaned things up, and went to bed. I didn't want to deal with anything else..
Friday, May 28, 2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
May 23, 2010: Sunday at Mavis' with friends
I arrived just before 2:00 and noticed Katrina’s car and Tonja’s were already there. I went through my usual routine … parked in the garage, pulled the door down, stripped, got my toy bag out of the car then walked the few steps behind the privacy fence to the back porch steps. I entered naked. All of them … Katrina, Joan, Tonja, Whitney, Karen and Mavis … were in the living room and greeted me with soft laughter and chiding comments. I felt their eyes on me giving me a dose of humiliation and objectification. They were all dressed and followed Katrina’s rule which is everyone wears a skirt.
Katrina kissed me, patted my fanny, and reassured me. She told everyone this afternoon was a special time, the culmination of months of training Although she was totally aware what Whitney had done with me in the past and Tonja had already used me, everyone here had a vested interest in me and what she termed “a unique opportunity”. Turning to me she said we I would have a very active afternoon.
Whitney strolled over with this triumphant look on her face and rolled my nipples and palmed my cunt. She murmured how I must feel to be standing naked in front of 6 black women. She beckoned Tonja and Karen over and their hands exploring my trembling body. She whispered that after today I was really going to be theirs. As they fondled me, Mavis pointed out to Tonja that I was never, except under the rarest of circumstances, allowed to wear clothes under her roof and she hoped they would adopt the same rule. Tonja responded they already agreed on that. I stood there shaking in the middle of the three of them as they kept manipulating me and whispering things about serving them. From out of nowhere I felt a tingling surge through me and before I could tell them, I came. Katrina laughed and called me shameless.
Mavis directed me to the basement. They followed me and Mavis, true to form, cuffed my hands behind me and told me to get in the cage. She shut the door and locked it. She explained that locking my hands behind me kept me from playing with myself and the necessity of orgasm control, something I seemed to forget easily.
Mavis talked mainly to Tonja about cage training me last summer for hours on end and how that had broken me, particularly the long hours spent in solitude. Through all this chatter, I mainly focused on Tonja who was drinking this all in. I knew where Whitney’s mind was and Karen was a follower in her mom’s presence. I think Mavis would have expounded forever but it was clear she was trying to make a point to Tonja and the girls.
Katrina told Mavis to show Tonja and the girls what usually happened when I was caged. Mavis laughed, raised her skirt and pissed on me. Katrina encouraged them to do the same and in time all six of them, even Karen, pissed on me.
They went back upstairs, leaving me soaked, cuffed and caged. I could hear them talking and laughing. At one point I heard them go outside. I wasn’t sure what was going on. After some time, they came back in the house and downstairs.
.
Katrina instructed Joan to drag me out of the cage. She told Joan to use me so Tonja would know what I was all about. Joan threw me on the low table and began working me over, frigged me, bit my nipples, spit at me, slapped my face and tits, thumped my nipples, squeezed my cunt, pulled my labia, worked my cunt over, particularly pulling, grabbing and squeezing my labia. I came again and Katrina said I’d pay for that one later. Joan face sat me, pissed on me and roughed up my cunt again. She abused my nipples until they were raw and I was pleading with her to stop.
Katrina had Joan shove me over to Tonja and the girls, put me on my knees and beg them make me their slave and use me. I hesitated a moment. Katrina told Joan to torture my nipples again and Joan grabbed them. I blurted out that I wanted to be their whore and slave. Joan kept pressure on my nipples and I kept begging Tonja to use me and I was pleading. I don’t know exactly what I said but it was like, please, this is how I need to be used, etc. Katrina told Tonja to listen to my pathetic pleas. She told me that they were going to use me extensively today and for me to tell Tonja how honored I was to take all this for them. I repeated it word for word. Tonja got an earful. Finally Joan released my nipples and I rolled forward with my nipples against my thighs as if that would protect them from any further torment.
In the background I heard Katrina say something to Tonja. I wasn’t looking at anyone, was still on my knees with my tits pressed against my thighs. I felt piss hit the back of my head. I glanced up and saw all three of them, Whitney off to my right pissing, Tonja in front of me pissing and Karen behind me. I knew the symbolism.
Tonja pulled me up and had me kiss her pussy and thank them. Again Katrina whispered something to Tonja who immediately stuck her ass in my face. Everybody started taking clothes off as Tonja and Whitney (with Katrina and Joan assisting) cinched on strappy’s.
They uncuffed me so I could get on all fours on the low table. More clothes came off. Initially Tonja took my cunt and Whitney my mouth. Karen fingered me some. Tonja moved to a folding chair, sat and I sucked her strappy while Whitney moved behind me and took my ass. Tonja removed the strappy and I sucked her cunt again and fingered her. She did squirt on me. Katrina used a strappy on me and so did Joan. I know I licked each one of them. I have no idea how long this went on. All I really know is they wore me down to a frazzle. I pleaded for a break but that didn’t happen. Katrina and Joan put ankle and wrist cuffs on me, tied ropes to the cuffs and strung me up to an overhead beam. They separated my legs, tied the ankle cuffs to things until I resembled an “X”
Mavis mildly whipped me, mostly on my back, butt and thighs, a few between my legs on my cunt, tummy and a few at my tits which was agony. She gave the whip to Whitney who really doesn’t need a lot of lessons. She hit me multiple times and laid a couple right on my cunt which made me dance. I begged her to stop. Tonja practiced beating me with some things, don’t remember what. Most of them took the opportunity to feel me up, finger my cunt and ass, and generally abuse me all over again. A couple of them pissed again, I’m not sure who. Joan whipped my tits, nipples and cunt vowing to make me
I drank some water, pissed for them and had some wine in a plastic cup. They locked me in the cage. My hands weren’t tied but I was too sore already to touch my cunt. They went back upstairs, turned out the light and were gone for quite a while. I’m pretty sure they spent most of that time either on the screened in back porch or the yard. By this time the thoughts going through my head were that I belonged to Tonja and her girls. Part of that thought was chilling; part, though, was comforting. To those thoughts, I finally drifted off to sleep.
What woke me was piss hitting my face. All 6 of them standing there, mostly dressed again. Katrina told me it was 6:00 and they originally would have let me go but since I’d had an unauthorized cumm when Joan was working me, I owned them another hour and some serious amusement. They had me crawl out and stand.
Mavis put my arms behind me, forearms folded against each other, fingers of left hand grabbing the right elbow, and right hand gripping left elbow. She and Katrina wrapped my forearms with heavy course rope, had Whitney and Tonja watching and assisting. Then she ran her rope from left upper arm to right upper arm and kept giving Whitney and Tonja instructions. She used a crop to whip my thighs and buttocks and made me prance around the basement. She gave Tonja the crop and Joan got a strap. Whitney tied a rope loosely around my neck and led me around, Tonja and Joan whipping my legs and butt. At times Mavis would give Karen instructions on how to hit me. Whitney made me promise to serve her and the family the entire summer and promise to buy a cage for them and work for them. After a few minutes of this, they led me upstairs, out on the back porch and into the yard. It was mid 80’s and sunny today. I was praying the fence would hide what was happening. Whitney told her mom they had to get some high privacy fencing. They kept hitting me and guiding me over to the little fenced enclosure behind the garage.
Once inside that area, she had me kneel, then sit. She pushed me down on my back and said she had to show her mom what she did to me last fall when she was with Jas. I shuddered because I knew what was about to happen.
She straddled me and shit on my tummy and cunt. It stayed there. Then she rolled me trapped the mess between my body and the dirt and I felt it squishing against me. She stood on my buttocks like some conquering heroine to make sure it got squashed and smeared on me. When she turned me back over, I had her shit mess smeared around my lower abdomen and cunt and left upper thigh.
Katrina just shook her head and she and Joan hugged each other and laughed. Tonja was absolutely blank like she’d seen a ghost, Karen had this impish expression on her face and Mavis was in stitches. If there was one moment that defined today, this was it. Tonja commented that I really was a trip. Most of them pissed on me again.
After a few minutes of lying there and being rolled back and forth in dirt, shut and piss, they pulled me to my feet and led me back inside and down to the basement. I was an ungodly, stinky mess. They untied my arms. Mavis told me I know where the cleaning stuff was and clean up the basement, clean myself. They stood there and watched me clean the piss and mess off the basement floor, the cage and then wash myself off in the laundry sink. Mavis told Tonja this was all part of the routine.
We went upstairs. As a precaution, Mavis gave me permission to take a quick shower and wash my hair which I did. I rejoined them in the living room.
I thanked them; they told me I’m to be at Tonja’s tomorrow around 3 with a new cage.
Katrina kissed me, patted my fanny, and reassured me. She told everyone this afternoon was a special time, the culmination of months of training Although she was totally aware what Whitney had done with me in the past and Tonja had already used me, everyone here had a vested interest in me and what she termed “a unique opportunity”. Turning to me she said we I would have a very active afternoon.
Whitney strolled over with this triumphant look on her face and rolled my nipples and palmed my cunt. She murmured how I must feel to be standing naked in front of 6 black women. She beckoned Tonja and Karen over and their hands exploring my trembling body. She whispered that after today I was really going to be theirs. As they fondled me, Mavis pointed out to Tonja that I was never, except under the rarest of circumstances, allowed to wear clothes under her roof and she hoped they would adopt the same rule. Tonja responded they already agreed on that. I stood there shaking in the middle of the three of them as they kept manipulating me and whispering things about serving them. From out of nowhere I felt a tingling surge through me and before I could tell them, I came. Katrina laughed and called me shameless.
Mavis directed me to the basement. They followed me and Mavis, true to form, cuffed my hands behind me and told me to get in the cage. She shut the door and locked it. She explained that locking my hands behind me kept me from playing with myself and the necessity of orgasm control, something I seemed to forget easily.
Mavis talked mainly to Tonja about cage training me last summer for hours on end and how that had broken me, particularly the long hours spent in solitude. Through all this chatter, I mainly focused on Tonja who was drinking this all in. I knew where Whitney’s mind was and Karen was a follower in her mom’s presence. I think Mavis would have expounded forever but it was clear she was trying to make a point to Tonja and the girls.
Katrina told Mavis to show Tonja and the girls what usually happened when I was caged. Mavis laughed, raised her skirt and pissed on me. Katrina encouraged them to do the same and in time all six of them, even Karen, pissed on me.
They went back upstairs, leaving me soaked, cuffed and caged. I could hear them talking and laughing. At one point I heard them go outside. I wasn’t sure what was going on. After some time, they came back in the house and downstairs.
.
Katrina instructed Joan to drag me out of the cage. She told Joan to use me so Tonja would know what I was all about. Joan threw me on the low table and began working me over, frigged me, bit my nipples, spit at me, slapped my face and tits, thumped my nipples, squeezed my cunt, pulled my labia, worked my cunt over, particularly pulling, grabbing and squeezing my labia. I came again and Katrina said I’d pay for that one later. Joan face sat me, pissed on me and roughed up my cunt again. She abused my nipples until they were raw and I was pleading with her to stop.
Katrina had Joan shove me over to Tonja and the girls, put me on my knees and beg them make me their slave and use me. I hesitated a moment. Katrina told Joan to torture my nipples again and Joan grabbed them. I blurted out that I wanted to be their whore and slave. Joan kept pressure on my nipples and I kept begging Tonja to use me and I was pleading. I don’t know exactly what I said but it was like, please, this is how I need to be used, etc. Katrina told Tonja to listen to my pathetic pleas. She told me that they were going to use me extensively today and for me to tell Tonja how honored I was to take all this for them. I repeated it word for word. Tonja got an earful. Finally Joan released my nipples and I rolled forward with my nipples against my thighs as if that would protect them from any further torment.
In the background I heard Katrina say something to Tonja. I wasn’t looking at anyone, was still on my knees with my tits pressed against my thighs. I felt piss hit the back of my head. I glanced up and saw all three of them, Whitney off to my right pissing, Tonja in front of me pissing and Karen behind me. I knew the symbolism.
Tonja pulled me up and had me kiss her pussy and thank them. Again Katrina whispered something to Tonja who immediately stuck her ass in my face. Everybody started taking clothes off as Tonja and Whitney (with Katrina and Joan assisting) cinched on strappy’s.
They uncuffed me so I could get on all fours on the low table. More clothes came off. Initially Tonja took my cunt and Whitney my mouth. Karen fingered me some. Tonja moved to a folding chair, sat and I sucked her strappy while Whitney moved behind me and took my ass. Tonja removed the strappy and I sucked her cunt again and fingered her. She did squirt on me. Katrina used a strappy on me and so did Joan. I know I licked each one of them. I have no idea how long this went on. All I really know is they wore me down to a frazzle. I pleaded for a break but that didn’t happen. Katrina and Joan put ankle and wrist cuffs on me, tied ropes to the cuffs and strung me up to an overhead beam. They separated my legs, tied the ankle cuffs to things until I resembled an “X”
Mavis mildly whipped me, mostly on my back, butt and thighs, a few between my legs on my cunt, tummy and a few at my tits which was agony. She gave the whip to Whitney who really doesn’t need a lot of lessons. She hit me multiple times and laid a couple right on my cunt which made me dance. I begged her to stop. Tonja practiced beating me with some things, don’t remember what. Most of them took the opportunity to feel me up, finger my cunt and ass, and generally abuse me all over again. A couple of them pissed again, I’m not sure who. Joan whipped my tits, nipples and cunt vowing to make me
I drank some water, pissed for them and had some wine in a plastic cup. They locked me in the cage. My hands weren’t tied but I was too sore already to touch my cunt. They went back upstairs, turned out the light and were gone for quite a while. I’m pretty sure they spent most of that time either on the screened in back porch or the yard. By this time the thoughts going through my head were that I belonged to Tonja and her girls. Part of that thought was chilling; part, though, was comforting. To those thoughts, I finally drifted off to sleep.
What woke me was piss hitting my face. All 6 of them standing there, mostly dressed again. Katrina told me it was 6:00 and they originally would have let me go but since I’d had an unauthorized cumm when Joan was working me, I owned them another hour and some serious amusement. They had me crawl out and stand.
Mavis put my arms behind me, forearms folded against each other, fingers of left hand grabbing the right elbow, and right hand gripping left elbow. She and Katrina wrapped my forearms with heavy course rope, had Whitney and Tonja watching and assisting. Then she ran her rope from left upper arm to right upper arm and kept giving Whitney and Tonja instructions. She used a crop to whip my thighs and buttocks and made me prance around the basement. She gave Tonja the crop and Joan got a strap. Whitney tied a rope loosely around my neck and led me around, Tonja and Joan whipping my legs and butt. At times Mavis would give Karen instructions on how to hit me. Whitney made me promise to serve her and the family the entire summer and promise to buy a cage for them and work for them. After a few minutes of this, they led me upstairs, out on the back porch and into the yard. It was mid 80’s and sunny today. I was praying the fence would hide what was happening. Whitney told her mom they had to get some high privacy fencing. They kept hitting me and guiding me over to the little fenced enclosure behind the garage.
Once inside that area, she had me kneel, then sit. She pushed me down on my back and said she had to show her mom what she did to me last fall when she was with Jas. I shuddered because I knew what was about to happen.
She straddled me and shit on my tummy and cunt. It stayed there. Then she rolled me trapped the mess between my body and the dirt and I felt it squishing against me. She stood on my buttocks like some conquering heroine to make sure it got squashed and smeared on me. When she turned me back over, I had her shit mess smeared around my lower abdomen and cunt and left upper thigh.
Katrina just shook her head and she and Joan hugged each other and laughed. Tonja was absolutely blank like she’d seen a ghost, Karen had this impish expression on her face and Mavis was in stitches. If there was one moment that defined today, this was it. Tonja commented that I really was a trip. Most of them pissed on me again.
After a few minutes of lying there and being rolled back and forth in dirt, shut and piss, they pulled me to my feet and led me back inside and down to the basement. I was an ungodly, stinky mess. They untied my arms. Mavis told me I know where the cleaning stuff was and clean up the basement, clean myself. They stood there and watched me clean the piss and mess off the basement floor, the cage and then wash myself off in the laundry sink. Mavis told Tonja this was all part of the routine.
We went upstairs. As a precaution, Mavis gave me permission to take a quick shower and wash my hair which I did. I rejoined them in the living room.
I thanked them; they told me I’m to be at Tonja’s tomorrow around 3 with a new cage.
Monday, May 17, 2010
May 13, 2010: At Harpers shop
Even with Google directions I had a hard time finding her place; it’s in a rural area. I didn’t get there until about 11:00, 30 minutes late. There are some other houses around though none particularly close. Her shop is in an old building maybe 50-60 feet behind her house and that’s where I found her.
She didn’t exactly greet me with open arms, asked why I was late, I explained. She didn’t seem particularly pleased. She told me to wander around while she finished making something. It’s a cluttered environment and several bare bulbs hanging from the ceiling to illuminate the place. It’s not air conditioned and has some big fans to move air around. Her only positive comment was that a dressed up femme type made a nice contrast to the surroundings.
She finished what she was doing, came over slapped my face and kissed my lips hard, pulled my tits out of my tank top, bit my nipples and ran her hand under my mini and stuck 2 fingers in my cunt. She pulled my top and mini off, leaving me in heels and hose.
She attached metal ankle cuffs on me, about 12-15 inches of chain between them. These stayed on the entire time I was there. She gave me a pair of work gloves and for probably an first hour she made me do grunt work for her; organizing pieces of metal, throwing scraps in a barrel, stacking stuff, sweeping the floor. There was a pile of cement blocks in one corner of the place. She had me move them to another corner and when I’d done that she had me move them back where they were originally. Frustrating. I worked my ass off until my body was bathed in sweat. Hot, miserably hot. Temp reached 90 in her shop but she did insist that I drink lots of water. She loved to see me sweat.
When I finished that, she shut the door to her shop, locked it and had me take her jeans and work boots off. I kissed her pussy, did what she told me to do very slowly and methodically until she told me to eat her. I also held the blunt end of a dildo in my teeth and fucked her. She seemed to have some strong orgasms. She put on a strappy and I sucked that while she played with my hair.
She asked if I’d had an enema this morning which I hadn’t. She partially dressed, went into the house, came back with her bag. I had to lie on my back and give myself the enema while she watched. When I had to expel, I crawled outside the back door of the shop and released and also pissed in a bunch of weeds. I wiped off with wet paper towels.
Back inside she put me on all 4’s and fucked my ass, the strappy sticking through the opening in her jeans like she was some man. I’m learning she is big on prolonged ass fucking, particularly when it’s what she calls squeaky clean. When she’d worn my asshole out, she switched to my cunt and fucked me through 2 orgasms. This whole time sweat was dripping off me. She finished by bringing the strappy to my mouth.
We kind of did nothing for a while, drank lots of water, I peed outside again and then she needed to get back to work.
To occupy me, she put the anal hook in my ass, cuffed my hands in front of me with leather cuffs, ran a rope from the end of the hook, threw it over a pulley screwed into an overhead beam and then down thru the d-ring of the cuffs. She hoisted my arms up until they were well above my head, forearms adjacent to my cheekbones, then ran the rest of the rope back thru the pulley and tied it off again at the open eyelet of the anal hook.
She stood back and watched. I quickly felt the tension in my raised arms. If I lowered my arms it increased the pressure on the hook in my ass. If I raised my arms above my head fully to relieve the pressure of the hook in my ass, my arms got tired. I quickly found that I was trapped between the pain in my ass and the tiredness in my arms mostly because of that damn pulley. She had this diabolical look on her face then went back to work, watched me, asked if I was suffering. Sometimes she’d whip my thighs and ass, not hard but just to make me more uncomfortable. She’d finger me, make me cumm, attached some kind of funky metal clips to my nipples to increase the discomfort. I told her I was tired and aching. She didn’t care, only said she was enjoying watching me.
She made a couple of phone calls, talked to somebody, I have no idea who, but heard my name mentioned. She worked some more, frigged off once. I know a lot of time passed. I pissed in the dirt. Once she went into her house for something.
When she finished what she was working on she told me she was horny again from watching me sweating and suffering. When she untied me and removed the hook I sank to the floor totally exhausted. She lowered her jeans again and I ate her pussy and ass. She hauled me back to a wire mesh cage where she has some stuff stored, locked me in a cage and left me while she worked. That’s when she thought I’d stay the night. I kept telling her I could not. She got so pissed at me, she opened the cage, had me suck her pussy, pissed on me then gagged me and tied my hands behind me. At this point I figured I was fucked.
Finally about 5:30 she unlocked the door and told me I could dress and go provided I promised to come back. She reminded me she knows where I live. She kissed me hard again, rammed fingers in my cunt and frigged me off. I wiped off with wet rags, threw my mini and top on. Hose were ruined, I left them there.
She’s a different Harper on her own turf … enthusiastic and goes straight for what she wants. It’s been a while since I’ve been with someone who got so much please from my personal discomfort and pain.
She didn’t exactly greet me with open arms, asked why I was late, I explained. She didn’t seem particularly pleased. She told me to wander around while she finished making something. It’s a cluttered environment and several bare bulbs hanging from the ceiling to illuminate the place. It’s not air conditioned and has some big fans to move air around. Her only positive comment was that a dressed up femme type made a nice contrast to the surroundings.
She finished what she was doing, came over slapped my face and kissed my lips hard, pulled my tits out of my tank top, bit my nipples and ran her hand under my mini and stuck 2 fingers in my cunt. She pulled my top and mini off, leaving me in heels and hose.
She attached metal ankle cuffs on me, about 12-15 inches of chain between them. These stayed on the entire time I was there. She gave me a pair of work gloves and for probably an first hour she made me do grunt work for her; organizing pieces of metal, throwing scraps in a barrel, stacking stuff, sweeping the floor. There was a pile of cement blocks in one corner of the place. She had me move them to another corner and when I’d done that she had me move them back where they were originally. Frustrating. I worked my ass off until my body was bathed in sweat. Hot, miserably hot. Temp reached 90 in her shop but she did insist that I drink lots of water. She loved to see me sweat.
When I finished that, she shut the door to her shop, locked it and had me take her jeans and work boots off. I kissed her pussy, did what she told me to do very slowly and methodically until she told me to eat her. I also held the blunt end of a dildo in my teeth and fucked her. She seemed to have some strong orgasms. She put on a strappy and I sucked that while she played with my hair.
She asked if I’d had an enema this morning which I hadn’t. She partially dressed, went into the house, came back with her bag. I had to lie on my back and give myself the enema while she watched. When I had to expel, I crawled outside the back door of the shop and released and also pissed in a bunch of weeds. I wiped off with wet paper towels.
Back inside she put me on all 4’s and fucked my ass, the strappy sticking through the opening in her jeans like she was some man. I’m learning she is big on prolonged ass fucking, particularly when it’s what she calls squeaky clean. When she’d worn my asshole out, she switched to my cunt and fucked me through 2 orgasms. This whole time sweat was dripping off me. She finished by bringing the strappy to my mouth.
We kind of did nothing for a while, drank lots of water, I peed outside again and then she needed to get back to work.
To occupy me, she put the anal hook in my ass, cuffed my hands in front of me with leather cuffs, ran a rope from the end of the hook, threw it over a pulley screwed into an overhead beam and then down thru the d-ring of the cuffs. She hoisted my arms up until they were well above my head, forearms adjacent to my cheekbones, then ran the rest of the rope back thru the pulley and tied it off again at the open eyelet of the anal hook.
She stood back and watched. I quickly felt the tension in my raised arms. If I lowered my arms it increased the pressure on the hook in my ass. If I raised my arms above my head fully to relieve the pressure of the hook in my ass, my arms got tired. I quickly found that I was trapped between the pain in my ass and the tiredness in my arms mostly because of that damn pulley. She had this diabolical look on her face then went back to work, watched me, asked if I was suffering. Sometimes she’d whip my thighs and ass, not hard but just to make me more uncomfortable. She’d finger me, make me cumm, attached some kind of funky metal clips to my nipples to increase the discomfort. I told her I was tired and aching. She didn’t care, only said she was enjoying watching me.
She made a couple of phone calls, talked to somebody, I have no idea who, but heard my name mentioned. She worked some more, frigged off once. I know a lot of time passed. I pissed in the dirt. Once she went into her house for something.
When she finished what she was working on she told me she was horny again from watching me sweating and suffering. When she untied me and removed the hook I sank to the floor totally exhausted. She lowered her jeans again and I ate her pussy and ass. She hauled me back to a wire mesh cage where she has some stuff stored, locked me in a cage and left me while she worked. That’s when she thought I’d stay the night. I kept telling her I could not. She got so pissed at me, she opened the cage, had me suck her pussy, pissed on me then gagged me and tied my hands behind me. At this point I figured I was fucked.
Finally about 5:30 she unlocked the door and told me I could dress and go provided I promised to come back. She reminded me she knows where I live. She kissed me hard again, rammed fingers in my cunt and frigged me off. I wiped off with wet rags, threw my mini and top on. Hose were ruined, I left them there.
She’s a different Harper on her own turf … enthusiastic and goes straight for what she wants. It’s been a while since I’ve been with someone who got so much please from my personal discomfort and pain.
Friday, May 14, 2010
May 5, 2010: Back to Tonja's
What happened on Monday was fantastic. In calls at lunch Whitney told me to dress sexy, sundress, Tonja panties, heels, and bring some nice wine. I did and arrived around 4:00, Whitney and Karen were already home; Tonja arrived within moments. We embraced.
Whitney told me to get her mom some wine. Tonja almost halfway apologized for the way her daughter ordered me around and mildly admonished Whitney for doing so. Whitney’s response was something like … its okay mom she's used to it. Tonja seemed puzzled and there seemed to be a certain tension in the air.
When I returned with wine Whitney said it’s time we had a little talk and that’s why I was here. Tonja relied something about what on earth do you mean?
She said I was a special person, Tonja relied of course and rambled on about the flowers and picnic and canoeing. Whitney listened and replied, it’s different in many ways; this stuff I tell her to do, she enjoys and expects it. Tonja was even more bewildered and confused.
Whitney told me to get her a glass of wine. Tonja replied she didn’t allow her to drink except on special occasions. Whitney said this is a special occasion, and for me to pour her wine. Robotically I responded, not daring to look at Tonja other than to refill her glass and mine. Karen was sitting back giggling
Then Whitney got very direct with her mom … that I (she called me Eve) expected to be told what to do, I was hooked on serving and … I’m what you might call a slave. Tonja looked at me straight in the face, looked at Whitney, and didn’t know what to say. My heart was pounding because I knew exactly where this was going.
Then she started taking to her mom, telling her they knew she fucked some people. They’d seen it, seen that skinny white woman one night, found rubbers in her trash can and Eloise broken ankle bracelet under the corner of her bed when they came back from the beach. Whitney looked at me and said Eloise was the woman who was here yesterday, the friend of the family, so to speak, she laughed. Tonja was spinning like a top and told Whitney she had no right to bring up personal matters to guests.
But Whitney said if its sex you want, Eve is good at sex and she had been fucking me since last fall off and on, met me through Jas, quickly added she doesn’t see Jas any more, but fucked me on my own since the first of the year and so has Karen.
Tonja went ballistic and yelled stuff to Whitney and me … things to me like how dare you touch my daughters. To say I was shaking is a huge understatement. She got up and approached, not threateningly but more in disbelief. Whitney told her to sit down and listen. Tonja stopped dead in her tracks stood there also shaking then sat down. That told me exactly who was in control of this.
Whitney told me to tell her mom how long I’d been fucking black women. I meekly said nearly 3 years. She said to tell her how many. I said over 80, I wasn’t sure. Then I added, Tonja I’m sorry about this …
I never got to finish, Whitney told me to shut up. She told me to stand up. I did. Tonja was shaking so bad the wine in her glass was sloshing back and forth like waves in a bathtub.
Whitney told me to raise my skirt so her mom could see the panties I had on. I raised my skirt and Tonja did a double take. She roared again that those were her panties she’d been missing. I trembled. Before anybody could recover, Whitney dropped the final bomb and told Tonja they’d dressed me in her clothes and fucked me in her bed. I thought Tonja was going to pass out but she turned to Whitney and Karen and shouted … how long has this shit been going on.
Whitney totally ignored her mom’s wrath and instead calmly told me to take my sundress off. Part of me said I should just run for the door and leave but I didn’t, figured that would make something worse. Reluctantly, I slid the shoulder straps off and let my sundress slide off my body and fall at my feet. I was nude except for her panties. A million goose bumps were on my skin and my nipples were rock hard. Tonja exhaled like she’d run a marathon. There was silence except for Whitney saying … see how well she obeys.
Whitney told me to take the panties off and give them back to her mom and thank her for letting me borrow them. I was almost in shock. I sighed and almost closed my eyes but obeyed and stripped off the panties. I picked them up, stepped to Tonja and extended my hand (shaking) with the panties and thanked her for letting me borrow them. Again, I apologized. Whitney told me to shut up.
Whitney told her mom me standing there naked wasn’t a big deal because they’d learned I enjoyed being naked. She told Tonja she should knock off fucking these other people and fuck me instead, I was absolutely terrific and would do anything because I really couldn’t help myself.
Whitney told me to go get more wine and then added the word “slut.” I also asked her if I could use the powder room and pee. She told me okay that we’ll get to the part about pissing later. I thanked her, pissed, and then went to the kitchen. Opening the other bottle of wine in the kitchen, I heard Tonja ask Whitney and Karen when did this start and heard her reply august last year with some other girls who used me like a dog but she’d been doing me since January. Something else was said but I couldn’t quite hear. It took me forever to open the other bottle of wine because I was shaking so badly. Somebody else pissed also.
When I came back Tonja’s eyes followed me, stared straight into my pussy then at my face. I handed her the wine and said now she knows why I say yes Maam to her daughter.
I poured wine, even for Whitney and Karen who remained absolutely silent. Whitney, though, was grinning and said to no one in particular, now doesn’t this feel a lot better. I tried to feel relieved but I couldn’t quite get there. Tonja was trying to calm down; at least she wasn’t yelling.
Whitney began again, telling her mom I was owned by a black woman in town who’d had me for 2 years and a white woman who I’d been serving for a long time and doing things for; between the two of them and a couple of other black women, they’d turned me into a total slut. She already had an agreement that they (the family) could own me too and use me as much or little as they wanted. Planting flowers and taking them on picnics was nothing compared to what I would do and she used the words “slut, whore and pig” to describe me. She briefly told her mom how I’d been fucked in the garage when she went to get more bags of dirt. Then she said we could talk about all that later.
She told Tonja why didn’t she take me upstairs to her bedroom, use me and find out what she’d been missing. She never waited for a response from her mom, but told me to kneel in front of Tonja and ask her to use me.
At this point there was very little left to hide and as far as I was concerned, Whitney had exposed not only my body but given Tonja a glimpse of my past. I went to Tonja, knelt, bowed my head for some reason and told Tonja she could use me. I saw her entire expression melt … like from angry to interested. Then she told me I had no idea what’s been going through her mind lately and if I need to be used I couldn’t be in a better place. I quivered and if somehow I could have touched my cunt, I’d have cumm on the spot. I thanked her.
Tonja joked that I obviously knew where her bedroom was and get my butt up there. I got up and without looking at anyone went toward the stairs. When I turned briefly back toward the living room, I saw Tonja hugging Whitney and Karen. I almost cried.
She followed me up the stairs and when we got to her room, she spun me around and hugged me. We kissed. I shed some tears and apologized if I betrayed her friendship. She didn’t say anything, started taking her clothes off, until she was down to bra, panties and pantyhose. She told me to take those off her. I took off her pantyhose and bra, she nestled my face to her breasts and I sucked her, still shaking, though, kissed down her tummy to her panty which I pulled down, saw her full bush. She pushed me back. We ended up on the floor by her bed, kind of in a 69 position, her on top, but not eating me, just stroking and looking at my cunt. But she settled on my face with no hesitation. I started kissing her ass and pussy. She was grinding on me in a wide arc so that some of my licks were at her clit, some at her pussy and more directly on her hole. She got very intense, so did I. At times she’d sit up straighter so her hole was directly over my mouth and I’d lick deep against her ass. She moaned a lot, rocking her ass and cunt against my mouth. I licked her and used fingers, this went on for a long time until she rolled to one side taking me with her. She was on her back on the floor, telling me she needed more cumms. I relaxed, all fear had passed. I told her my job was to make her cumm and wanted her cumm. I kept 2 or 3 fingers in her pumping away and sucking her breast. She shuddered several times, told me she had several already but had one big one in her. I kept fingering until she said its cumming and arched her hips up. I felt my fingers get wetter and rolled around to kiss her flow and lick her pussy gently until she ebbed.
She got off the floor and collapsed on her bed. She told me to come here, she wanted more. She was on her back, I went for her pussy again and she locked her thighs around my face. I brought her off again. She twisted me around and pushed fingers in me and fucked me. I told her I wanted to cumm and within minutes I exploded.
Whitney and Karen were standing in the doorway. How long they were there and what they saw, I had no idea. It didn’t matter. Tonja saw them and smiled. She went to her bathroom and pissed. I pissed. Whitney came in and watched me, told her mom she’d need to get in the habit of pissing on me in the future.
Whitney said let me show you something and began undressing. She told me to eat her. She was leaning against the bathroom wall and I knelt in front of her. She shoved my face into her cunt, told me to thank her for letting her mom have me. She gushed on me and told Tonja to watch this closely. She pulled my head back by my hair and started pissing on me. Tonja went oh Gawd to the point I was embarrassed. Then Whitney told me to eat Karen and for her mom to keep watching. Karen, who had been standing at the bathroom doorway, came in and stood by Whitney. They embraced. Then Whitney told me to eat her sister’s ass and play with her pussy. I crawled behind Karen, didn’t know how Tonja would react but she said nothing other than OMG.
I ate Karen’s ass and fingered her pussy. Whitney cuddled her, think they were kissing, too. Karen almost couldn’t come but Whitney kept reassuring her it was okay and not to hold back. When she let Whitney know she was going to cumm, Whitney turned her around so I could lick at her pussy. I saw Tonja sitting on the edge of the bathtub frigging. That charged me up like crazy. I sucked Karen off and then Whitney told her to piss … she did, right down the front of my body. Tonja was almost screaming in lust. When I straightened up to my knees, Tonja reached over, grabbed me and shoved my face toward her pussy again. On hands and knees, I ate her. Whitney told her mom to let it go, piss when she wanted to, it’s important to mark me. She told me to finger myself while I ate her mom. I immediately did. Tonja didn’t take long, started cumming, pissing and I came. I almost had tears in my eyes.
I was sitting on the floor, looking up at her and the girls. I couldn’t talk, just sat there trying to absorb this sensation of feeling like the family whore and finally enough energy to say thank you. I hugged Tonja’s thighs, and then Whitney and Karen came over, stroked my piss soaked hair. We had a family moment, nobody talking.
Finally Whitney broke the silence and said this is what she’s like, mom and there’s so much more you won’t believe it. I blushed. She tossed me a towel and ordered me to clean up the floor. I was so weak I could barely function.
We stayed in the bathroom for a while, not saying much, until Tonja said all the sex left her famished. I told them I’d buy dinner. Karen wanted Mexican food. Tonja said we’d shower and do that. I looked to the shower stall over in the corner of the master bath and told them I’d wash them if they wanted me to. One by one I washed them, Tonja first, then Whitney who I ate again in the shower, and Karen. All of us dressed.
We drove over to a Mexican place, sat in a booth, ate and talked. Tonja and I drank 3 margaritas apiece. All of us seemed genuinely relieved. We kept our voices low but I made it clear I would serve them. We talked about Mavis, too. Whitney let me know she and Mavis had talked several times about how to involve the whole family said she wanted her mom to meet Mavis as soon as possible. She also thinks some quality time over there might be eye opening for her mom. By the end of the evening, Tonja was all for meeting Mavis. I’m sure that will leave no stone unturned but if that’s the direction she wants to go, I’m not in charge.
I got home about 9, still feeling the effects of the evening. Wrote you both a note and immediately went to bed.
Whitney told me to get her mom some wine. Tonja almost halfway apologized for the way her daughter ordered me around and mildly admonished Whitney for doing so. Whitney’s response was something like … its okay mom she's used to it. Tonja seemed puzzled and there seemed to be a certain tension in the air.
When I returned with wine Whitney said it’s time we had a little talk and that’s why I was here. Tonja relied something about what on earth do you mean?
She said I was a special person, Tonja relied of course and rambled on about the flowers and picnic and canoeing. Whitney listened and replied, it’s different in many ways; this stuff I tell her to do, she enjoys and expects it. Tonja was even more bewildered and confused.
Whitney told me to get her a glass of wine. Tonja replied she didn’t allow her to drink except on special occasions. Whitney said this is a special occasion, and for me to pour her wine. Robotically I responded, not daring to look at Tonja other than to refill her glass and mine. Karen was sitting back giggling
Then Whitney got very direct with her mom … that I (she called me Eve) expected to be told what to do, I was hooked on serving and … I’m what you might call a slave. Tonja looked at me straight in the face, looked at Whitney, and didn’t know what to say. My heart was pounding because I knew exactly where this was going.
Then she started taking to her mom, telling her they knew she fucked some people. They’d seen it, seen that skinny white woman one night, found rubbers in her trash can and Eloise broken ankle bracelet under the corner of her bed when they came back from the beach. Whitney looked at me and said Eloise was the woman who was here yesterday, the friend of the family, so to speak, she laughed. Tonja was spinning like a top and told Whitney she had no right to bring up personal matters to guests.
But Whitney said if its sex you want, Eve is good at sex and she had been fucking me since last fall off and on, met me through Jas, quickly added she doesn’t see Jas any more, but fucked me on my own since the first of the year and so has Karen.
Tonja went ballistic and yelled stuff to Whitney and me … things to me like how dare you touch my daughters. To say I was shaking is a huge understatement. She got up and approached, not threateningly but more in disbelief. Whitney told her to sit down and listen. Tonja stopped dead in her tracks stood there also shaking then sat down. That told me exactly who was in control of this.
Whitney told me to tell her mom how long I’d been fucking black women. I meekly said nearly 3 years. She said to tell her how many. I said over 80, I wasn’t sure. Then I added, Tonja I’m sorry about this …
I never got to finish, Whitney told me to shut up. She told me to stand up. I did. Tonja was shaking so bad the wine in her glass was sloshing back and forth like waves in a bathtub.
Whitney told me to raise my skirt so her mom could see the panties I had on. I raised my skirt and Tonja did a double take. She roared again that those were her panties she’d been missing. I trembled. Before anybody could recover, Whitney dropped the final bomb and told Tonja they’d dressed me in her clothes and fucked me in her bed. I thought Tonja was going to pass out but she turned to Whitney and Karen and shouted … how long has this shit been going on.
Whitney totally ignored her mom’s wrath and instead calmly told me to take my sundress off. Part of me said I should just run for the door and leave but I didn’t, figured that would make something worse. Reluctantly, I slid the shoulder straps off and let my sundress slide off my body and fall at my feet. I was nude except for her panties. A million goose bumps were on my skin and my nipples were rock hard. Tonja exhaled like she’d run a marathon. There was silence except for Whitney saying … see how well she obeys.
Whitney told me to take the panties off and give them back to her mom and thank her for letting me borrow them. I was almost in shock. I sighed and almost closed my eyes but obeyed and stripped off the panties. I picked them up, stepped to Tonja and extended my hand (shaking) with the panties and thanked her for letting me borrow them. Again, I apologized. Whitney told me to shut up.
Whitney told her mom me standing there naked wasn’t a big deal because they’d learned I enjoyed being naked. She told Tonja she should knock off fucking these other people and fuck me instead, I was absolutely terrific and would do anything because I really couldn’t help myself.
Whitney told me to go get more wine and then added the word “slut.” I also asked her if I could use the powder room and pee. She told me okay that we’ll get to the part about pissing later. I thanked her, pissed, and then went to the kitchen. Opening the other bottle of wine in the kitchen, I heard Tonja ask Whitney and Karen when did this start and heard her reply august last year with some other girls who used me like a dog but she’d been doing me since January. Something else was said but I couldn’t quite hear. It took me forever to open the other bottle of wine because I was shaking so badly. Somebody else pissed also.
When I came back Tonja’s eyes followed me, stared straight into my pussy then at my face. I handed her the wine and said now she knows why I say yes Maam to her daughter.
I poured wine, even for Whitney and Karen who remained absolutely silent. Whitney, though, was grinning and said to no one in particular, now doesn’t this feel a lot better. I tried to feel relieved but I couldn’t quite get there. Tonja was trying to calm down; at least she wasn’t yelling.
Whitney began again, telling her mom I was owned by a black woman in town who’d had me for 2 years and a white woman who I’d been serving for a long time and doing things for; between the two of them and a couple of other black women, they’d turned me into a total slut. She already had an agreement that they (the family) could own me too and use me as much or little as they wanted. Planting flowers and taking them on picnics was nothing compared to what I would do and she used the words “slut, whore and pig” to describe me. She briefly told her mom how I’d been fucked in the garage when she went to get more bags of dirt. Then she said we could talk about all that later.
She told Tonja why didn’t she take me upstairs to her bedroom, use me and find out what she’d been missing. She never waited for a response from her mom, but told me to kneel in front of Tonja and ask her to use me.
At this point there was very little left to hide and as far as I was concerned, Whitney had exposed not only my body but given Tonja a glimpse of my past. I went to Tonja, knelt, bowed my head for some reason and told Tonja she could use me. I saw her entire expression melt … like from angry to interested. Then she told me I had no idea what’s been going through her mind lately and if I need to be used I couldn’t be in a better place. I quivered and if somehow I could have touched my cunt, I’d have cumm on the spot. I thanked her.
Tonja joked that I obviously knew where her bedroom was and get my butt up there. I got up and without looking at anyone went toward the stairs. When I turned briefly back toward the living room, I saw Tonja hugging Whitney and Karen. I almost cried.
She followed me up the stairs and when we got to her room, she spun me around and hugged me. We kissed. I shed some tears and apologized if I betrayed her friendship. She didn’t say anything, started taking her clothes off, until she was down to bra, panties and pantyhose. She told me to take those off her. I took off her pantyhose and bra, she nestled my face to her breasts and I sucked her, still shaking, though, kissed down her tummy to her panty which I pulled down, saw her full bush. She pushed me back. We ended up on the floor by her bed, kind of in a 69 position, her on top, but not eating me, just stroking and looking at my cunt. But she settled on my face with no hesitation. I started kissing her ass and pussy. She was grinding on me in a wide arc so that some of my licks were at her clit, some at her pussy and more directly on her hole. She got very intense, so did I. At times she’d sit up straighter so her hole was directly over my mouth and I’d lick deep against her ass. She moaned a lot, rocking her ass and cunt against my mouth. I licked her and used fingers, this went on for a long time until she rolled to one side taking me with her. She was on her back on the floor, telling me she needed more cumms. I relaxed, all fear had passed. I told her my job was to make her cumm and wanted her cumm. I kept 2 or 3 fingers in her pumping away and sucking her breast. She shuddered several times, told me she had several already but had one big one in her. I kept fingering until she said its cumming and arched her hips up. I felt my fingers get wetter and rolled around to kiss her flow and lick her pussy gently until she ebbed.
She got off the floor and collapsed on her bed. She told me to come here, she wanted more. She was on her back, I went for her pussy again and she locked her thighs around my face. I brought her off again. She twisted me around and pushed fingers in me and fucked me. I told her I wanted to cumm and within minutes I exploded.
Whitney and Karen were standing in the doorway. How long they were there and what they saw, I had no idea. It didn’t matter. Tonja saw them and smiled. She went to her bathroom and pissed. I pissed. Whitney came in and watched me, told her mom she’d need to get in the habit of pissing on me in the future.
Whitney said let me show you something and began undressing. She told me to eat her. She was leaning against the bathroom wall and I knelt in front of her. She shoved my face into her cunt, told me to thank her for letting her mom have me. She gushed on me and told Tonja to watch this closely. She pulled my head back by my hair and started pissing on me. Tonja went oh Gawd to the point I was embarrassed. Then Whitney told me to eat Karen and for her mom to keep watching. Karen, who had been standing at the bathroom doorway, came in and stood by Whitney. They embraced. Then Whitney told me to eat her sister’s ass and play with her pussy. I crawled behind Karen, didn’t know how Tonja would react but she said nothing other than OMG.
I ate Karen’s ass and fingered her pussy. Whitney cuddled her, think they were kissing, too. Karen almost couldn’t come but Whitney kept reassuring her it was okay and not to hold back. When she let Whitney know she was going to cumm, Whitney turned her around so I could lick at her pussy. I saw Tonja sitting on the edge of the bathtub frigging. That charged me up like crazy. I sucked Karen off and then Whitney told her to piss … she did, right down the front of my body. Tonja was almost screaming in lust. When I straightened up to my knees, Tonja reached over, grabbed me and shoved my face toward her pussy again. On hands and knees, I ate her. Whitney told her mom to let it go, piss when she wanted to, it’s important to mark me. She told me to finger myself while I ate her mom. I immediately did. Tonja didn’t take long, started cumming, pissing and I came. I almost had tears in my eyes.
I was sitting on the floor, looking up at her and the girls. I couldn’t talk, just sat there trying to absorb this sensation of feeling like the family whore and finally enough energy to say thank you. I hugged Tonja’s thighs, and then Whitney and Karen came over, stroked my piss soaked hair. We had a family moment, nobody talking.
Finally Whitney broke the silence and said this is what she’s like, mom and there’s so much more you won’t believe it. I blushed. She tossed me a towel and ordered me to clean up the floor. I was so weak I could barely function.
We stayed in the bathroom for a while, not saying much, until Tonja said all the sex left her famished. I told them I’d buy dinner. Karen wanted Mexican food. Tonja said we’d shower and do that. I looked to the shower stall over in the corner of the master bath and told them I’d wash them if they wanted me to. One by one I washed them, Tonja first, then Whitney who I ate again in the shower, and Karen. All of us dressed.
We drove over to a Mexican place, sat in a booth, ate and talked. Tonja and I drank 3 margaritas apiece. All of us seemed genuinely relieved. We kept our voices low but I made it clear I would serve them. We talked about Mavis, too. Whitney let me know she and Mavis had talked several times about how to involve the whole family said she wanted her mom to meet Mavis as soon as possible. She also thinks some quality time over there might be eye opening for her mom. By the end of the evening, Tonja was all for meeting Mavis. I’m sure that will leave no stone unturned but if that’s the direction she wants to go, I’m not in charge.
I got home about 9, still feeling the effects of the evening. Wrote you both a note and immediately went to bed.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
May 4 2010: Harper and Stephanie
I was 5 minutes out of the house when Harper called my cell, asked what I was wearing, I told her a white mini and yellow tank top and yellow high heel sandals. She bitched, doesn’t like yellow, go back and change. Did I have pink or purple, I said yes, went back, changed into a pink tank top and broke out the Lucite 5” heels. I called her back and told her what I had on. She told me to add a pair of white or light taupe thigh highs and get my ass out there. I slipped on white thigh highs, the tops of which were readily visible under the mini. I said fuck it and left again.
I didn’t get there until 1040. She was already inside the house, smoking a joint and drinking a beer. I walked in nervous as hell. I almost didn’t recognize her; she had extremely short bleached blonde hair. Her florescent hair from yesterday must have been a wig which I didn’t detect in all the hoopla that was going on. Otherwise she was dressed the same.
She said... fuck yes. That’s what she likes, an old bitch looking like a whore. I breathed a sign of relief. She pointed to my pc and said what’s that for. I told her my mistress asked me to bring it; she might want to talk to you and I’m supposed to give you a message from her. She said we’ll get to that later but right come over here. I did and she immediately ran her hand under the mini and stuck 2 fingers in my cunt. I was wet. She fingered me to the brink, I told her so. She told me to cumm; I did then she turned me and stuck a finger up my asshole, withdrew and looked at it … said I was unusually clean. I told her mistress made me take an enema this morning before we knew any of this would happen. She held the finger up and told me to bend at the waist and suck it. I did and while I sucked she pulled my tits out of the top.
She pushed me to my knees and had me unbutton her jeans and unzip her fly just enough for her pussy to come into view. I kissed it as she wished and I’d get more later.
She told me to get the top and mini off, heels and hose stay on. I stood and did it. She refastened her jeans and said now lets get down to business. Her bag was spread out on the dining room table. I’d never seen so many things, particular dildos, huge ones. There were things also I wasn’t familiar with.
She got her enema bag, had me follow her to the kitchen where she filled it with water, cheap wine, and liquid soap and shook the bag. I followed her into the bathroom where she bent me over the sink and inserted the nozzle. I told her I’d had one already this morning. She said it wasn’t from her so it didn’t count. She filled me and rubbed my tummy, had me follow her back down the short hall, through the space between the kitchen and main room, out a side door that goes to a carport, down 3 steps and had me bend over and release my load on the dirt floor of the carport. I had to piss, too. Anybody driving down the narrow road in front of the cottage could have seen. She handed me paper and I wiped myself.
We went back into the house, over to the dining room table. She took course rope (of which she had tons) and tied my hands behind me; took a lot more rope and cinched my upper arms to my body, ropes above and below my tits, then cinched the ropes above and below my tits together in 3 places… between my tits and under each armpit. My tits looked surreal and hung over the bottom rope.
I began to feel the effects of the enema. She knew it… said I excited her and she frigged off half the night thinking about seeing me again. Stephanie’s text this morning was an answer to prayer because she wanted to fuck me.
She selected a strappy with a thick red ribbed dildo, bent me over the table face down, my face landing on a pile of ropes, my roped tits squashed under me. I felt her lube my ass and ease the thing into me. I yelled; she laughed. She talked as she fucked me, she’d never banged an old bitch like me before, was usually the young college girls who came to a bar looking for a thrill. They couldn’t take what she had. But an old whore, with a squeaky clean ass, yes, perfect. She fucked my ass relentlessly, ignored my groans; told me I had a good hole. She picked a clamp off the table, reached under me and attached it to my clit. I yelled. She started fucking my ass again. I came. She switched the dildo to my cunt and fucked me until I came again. She withdrew and said that’s just for starters.
She made me go to the carport and pee in the dirt again while she watched. We came back, I sat in a dining room chair, and she got a drink and asked what’s the deal about my mistress. I told her mistress said to let her know I was an absolute whore and she had her permission to do anything to me she wanted. She laughed and said that’s what she intended to do. She asked me questions; I went back to the beginning with Jody, added my time with Katrina, that I had been broken, controlled and been with numerous women, both black and white. She pressed me for details; I told her they were on my pc.
She bought my laptop over, powered it up, I gave her codes and directions to get to my word documents. She opened “my list”, read it, part of it out loud, and got to the part about fucked 120 women not counting yesterday and today. She laughed at me; read about the brownings, the Molly and Stephanie types, everything. She said I was the first slut she ever knew who came with a set of instructions. Stephanie’s description of me barely scratched the surface.
She picked something off the table I’d never seen. She said it was an anal hook. She took the hook, lube and rope, went to the part of the main room that has exposed beam ceiling, the part that juts out and over looks the water. She lubed my ass and inserted the hook. It was cold, warmed up though, she tied rope from the eyelet on the end that wasn’t inserted and ran that rope up to my hair, tied it there until my head was bent slightly backward. From there she threw rope over a beam, brought it back down and tied it under my armpits. She kicked my legs apart and got an adjustable spreader bar off the table and locked my ankles into the ends with cuffs. Feet were wider than shoulder width. I quickly figured what was holding me up were the ropes from the hook and under my armpits. I’ve never felt quite so perilous and compromised. I could not move my head that much either.
She undressed completely, rubbed her body against mine; fed me her juices. She took a flogger and hit me everywhere on my front, from tits, tummy down to mound, between my legs, front of thighs then went behind me and hit my butt, back of thighs. Switched to a crop and went after my nipples, tits and cunt. At times she would stop and drink, relax, smoke more, then do it again. I pissed on a towel and she pissed on me.
I know she was online lfor awhile but came back and whipped me all over again. The anal hook was killing me and I told her. She suggested I get used to it; it’s her favorite toy.
She said the cucumber fucking yesterday was cute but childish and women like me needed more severe fucking.
Stephanie arrived. I have no idea when she got there but I know it was much later than noon. When she walked in and saw me strung up and the hook in my ass, she went ape and did a happy dance. First words from her mouth were didn’t she tell her I was a whore. Harper laughed and said whore is just the beginning, she threw out words like trashy, degenerate, tramp, fuckhole, some others I can’t remember.
She let Stephanie beat me some, showed her the finer points of how to attack my sensitive areas with the crop. After beating me for the third series, Harper untied me, everything off. I sank to the floor and in gratitude and at Harper’s instruction, kissed her feet. She slid a footstool over and pulled me into her cunt. I ate her with passion until she came and sprayed me. Stephanie watched. Harper rolled me over on my back, and straddled my face and pissed on me. I ate her again and she came numerous times. When she finished I was a glistening mess of cumm and squirt. She turned me over to Stephanie who smashed her skinny hips over my face and had me lick her pussy and suck her ass. Harper sat in a chair, watched, and kept her feet on my cunt. Stephanie rocked on my face and she came twice then pissed on me.
Harper knelt in the seat of a chair and had Stephanie separate her cheeks. She told me to get my face in her ass, and my mouth against her hole. I began circling her rose, licking, sucking forcing my tongue in, grunting like a pig. I sucked at her ass, heard her moaning to Stephanie how good it was. I kept sucking until she quickly turned around and pressed my face back into her cunt and came again.
We all had a drink and shared a joint. I had to piss in the carport again then we went inside. Harper put a towel over an easy chair, the same one I ate her in yesterday. I stood behind the chair, they tied my ankles to the back chair legs, pushed me forward so my tummy was over the back of the chair, tied my wrists to the front legs of the chair. My ass and my cunt were so vulnerable. She and Stephanie selected strappys with different dildos, one thick and ridged the other spiraled. She lubed my ass again and showed me a spiraled dildo, asked if I’d ever had one of these up my ass, I said no. she shoved it up me and stared again. The sensation was like my ass was being reamed. She fucked me incessantly and had Stephanie move to the front of me and fuck my mouth. I nearly gagged on her strappy. Harper fucked the crap out of my ass and had I not had enemas I know I would have lost it. Then she slipped it into my cunt stroked me until I came. They switched. Stephanie used hers at my ass but the positioning wasn’t quite right. They got the phone book and Stephanie stood on that to elevate herself. They lubed me again and Stephanie began. Harper pulled my hair back and when I groaned, she shoved the spiral dildo coated with my ass and cunt residue into my mouth and fucked it. They kept talking back and forth to each other about how much fun it was to bang an old bitch. She said maybe I’ll be Goth property someday, whatever that meant. Stephanie switched to my cunt and by that time Harper had removed her strappy and shoved her ass back in my face. I sucked her again while Stephanie finished off my cunt.
They went over to the sofa, shared a drink and some heavy kissing. I just stayed there, lifted my head and watched. There was little else I could do. When they finished and Stephanie had eaten Harper, they came back and untied me. I was a noodle, but they dragged me out the side door, into the car port and pissed on me again. I also pissed then they pushed me into the piss dampened dirt. When I staggered to my feet, I was a mixture of piss and dirt.
I could barely walk back into the house. I was exhausted and noticed it was 4:45. I said I had to leave and asked to shower before I drove home. Harper said rather candidly… who said I could leave, that she was keeping me. I shut up. She said I don’t leave until she says so. I apologized. There was silence then she said I could leave shortly but a shower was out of the question and I might as well drive home smelling like a fuck pig. If that didn't suit me, they’d keep me until dark and send me home without my clothes. I freaked, thanked her and said I would do it her way. Stephanie laughed her butt off.
Harper said had she known all she found out about me today she would have brought more toys. Then she paused and said maybe the best thing was for me to visit her at her place. She said there is one more condition about me leaving; I have to promise to see her again and accept whatever she wanted to do to me and it would be at her place. I agreed, not entirely knowing what I was agreeing to. She let me clean up the piss spots.
I thanked her and Stephanie, dressed and went to my car. Harper came out and told me she was going to follow me home just to be sure I didn’t stop somewhere like a rest area and clean up. I groaned because that’s exactly what I intended. Sure enough she followed me all the way to my driveway; when I turned in, she kept going. I thought oh goody, now she knows where I live. I got home around 6 and immediately threw my body in the shower. I was drying off when I heard him get home.
I didn’t get there until 1040. She was already inside the house, smoking a joint and drinking a beer. I walked in nervous as hell. I almost didn’t recognize her; she had extremely short bleached blonde hair. Her florescent hair from yesterday must have been a wig which I didn’t detect in all the hoopla that was going on. Otherwise she was dressed the same.
She said... fuck yes. That’s what she likes, an old bitch looking like a whore. I breathed a sign of relief. She pointed to my pc and said what’s that for. I told her my mistress asked me to bring it; she might want to talk to you and I’m supposed to give you a message from her. She said we’ll get to that later but right come over here. I did and she immediately ran her hand under the mini and stuck 2 fingers in my cunt. I was wet. She fingered me to the brink, I told her so. She told me to cumm; I did then she turned me and stuck a finger up my asshole, withdrew and looked at it … said I was unusually clean. I told her mistress made me take an enema this morning before we knew any of this would happen. She held the finger up and told me to bend at the waist and suck it. I did and while I sucked she pulled my tits out of the top.
She pushed me to my knees and had me unbutton her jeans and unzip her fly just enough for her pussy to come into view. I kissed it as she wished and I’d get more later.
She told me to get the top and mini off, heels and hose stay on. I stood and did it. She refastened her jeans and said now lets get down to business. Her bag was spread out on the dining room table. I’d never seen so many things, particular dildos, huge ones. There were things also I wasn’t familiar with.
She got her enema bag, had me follow her to the kitchen where she filled it with water, cheap wine, and liquid soap and shook the bag. I followed her into the bathroom where she bent me over the sink and inserted the nozzle. I told her I’d had one already this morning. She said it wasn’t from her so it didn’t count. She filled me and rubbed my tummy, had me follow her back down the short hall, through the space between the kitchen and main room, out a side door that goes to a carport, down 3 steps and had me bend over and release my load on the dirt floor of the carport. I had to piss, too. Anybody driving down the narrow road in front of the cottage could have seen. She handed me paper and I wiped myself.
We went back into the house, over to the dining room table. She took course rope (of which she had tons) and tied my hands behind me; took a lot more rope and cinched my upper arms to my body, ropes above and below my tits, then cinched the ropes above and below my tits together in 3 places… between my tits and under each armpit. My tits looked surreal and hung over the bottom rope.
I began to feel the effects of the enema. She knew it… said I excited her and she frigged off half the night thinking about seeing me again. Stephanie’s text this morning was an answer to prayer because she wanted to fuck me.
She selected a strappy with a thick red ribbed dildo, bent me over the table face down, my face landing on a pile of ropes, my roped tits squashed under me. I felt her lube my ass and ease the thing into me. I yelled; she laughed. She talked as she fucked me, she’d never banged an old bitch like me before, was usually the young college girls who came to a bar looking for a thrill. They couldn’t take what she had. But an old whore, with a squeaky clean ass, yes, perfect. She fucked my ass relentlessly, ignored my groans; told me I had a good hole. She picked a clamp off the table, reached under me and attached it to my clit. I yelled. She started fucking my ass again. I came. She switched the dildo to my cunt and fucked me until I came again. She withdrew and said that’s just for starters.
She made me go to the carport and pee in the dirt again while she watched. We came back, I sat in a dining room chair, and she got a drink and asked what’s the deal about my mistress. I told her mistress said to let her know I was an absolute whore and she had her permission to do anything to me she wanted. She laughed and said that’s what she intended to do. She asked me questions; I went back to the beginning with Jody, added my time with Katrina, that I had been broken, controlled and been with numerous women, both black and white. She pressed me for details; I told her they were on my pc.
She bought my laptop over, powered it up, I gave her codes and directions to get to my word documents. She opened “my list”, read it, part of it out loud, and got to the part about fucked 120 women not counting yesterday and today. She laughed at me; read about the brownings, the Molly and Stephanie types, everything. She said I was the first slut she ever knew who came with a set of instructions. Stephanie’s description of me barely scratched the surface.
She picked something off the table I’d never seen. She said it was an anal hook. She took the hook, lube and rope, went to the part of the main room that has exposed beam ceiling, the part that juts out and over looks the water. She lubed my ass and inserted the hook. It was cold, warmed up though, she tied rope from the eyelet on the end that wasn’t inserted and ran that rope up to my hair, tied it there until my head was bent slightly backward. From there she threw rope over a beam, brought it back down and tied it under my armpits. She kicked my legs apart and got an adjustable spreader bar off the table and locked my ankles into the ends with cuffs. Feet were wider than shoulder width. I quickly figured what was holding me up were the ropes from the hook and under my armpits. I’ve never felt quite so perilous and compromised. I could not move my head that much either.
She undressed completely, rubbed her body against mine; fed me her juices. She took a flogger and hit me everywhere on my front, from tits, tummy down to mound, between my legs, front of thighs then went behind me and hit my butt, back of thighs. Switched to a crop and went after my nipples, tits and cunt. At times she would stop and drink, relax, smoke more, then do it again. I pissed on a towel and she pissed on me.
I know she was online lfor awhile but came back and whipped me all over again. The anal hook was killing me and I told her. She suggested I get used to it; it’s her favorite toy.
She said the cucumber fucking yesterday was cute but childish and women like me needed more severe fucking.
Stephanie arrived. I have no idea when she got there but I know it was much later than noon. When she walked in and saw me strung up and the hook in my ass, she went ape and did a happy dance. First words from her mouth were didn’t she tell her I was a whore. Harper laughed and said whore is just the beginning, she threw out words like trashy, degenerate, tramp, fuckhole, some others I can’t remember.
She let Stephanie beat me some, showed her the finer points of how to attack my sensitive areas with the crop. After beating me for the third series, Harper untied me, everything off. I sank to the floor and in gratitude and at Harper’s instruction, kissed her feet. She slid a footstool over and pulled me into her cunt. I ate her with passion until she came and sprayed me. Stephanie watched. Harper rolled me over on my back, and straddled my face and pissed on me. I ate her again and she came numerous times. When she finished I was a glistening mess of cumm and squirt. She turned me over to Stephanie who smashed her skinny hips over my face and had me lick her pussy and suck her ass. Harper sat in a chair, watched, and kept her feet on my cunt. Stephanie rocked on my face and she came twice then pissed on me.
Harper knelt in the seat of a chair and had Stephanie separate her cheeks. She told me to get my face in her ass, and my mouth against her hole. I began circling her rose, licking, sucking forcing my tongue in, grunting like a pig. I sucked at her ass, heard her moaning to Stephanie how good it was. I kept sucking until she quickly turned around and pressed my face back into her cunt and came again.
We all had a drink and shared a joint. I had to piss in the carport again then we went inside. Harper put a towel over an easy chair, the same one I ate her in yesterday. I stood behind the chair, they tied my ankles to the back chair legs, pushed me forward so my tummy was over the back of the chair, tied my wrists to the front legs of the chair. My ass and my cunt were so vulnerable. She and Stephanie selected strappys with different dildos, one thick and ridged the other spiraled. She lubed my ass again and showed me a spiraled dildo, asked if I’d ever had one of these up my ass, I said no. she shoved it up me and stared again. The sensation was like my ass was being reamed. She fucked me incessantly and had Stephanie move to the front of me and fuck my mouth. I nearly gagged on her strappy. Harper fucked the crap out of my ass and had I not had enemas I know I would have lost it. Then she slipped it into my cunt stroked me until I came. They switched. Stephanie used hers at my ass but the positioning wasn’t quite right. They got the phone book and Stephanie stood on that to elevate herself. They lubed me again and Stephanie began. Harper pulled my hair back and when I groaned, she shoved the spiral dildo coated with my ass and cunt residue into my mouth and fucked it. They kept talking back and forth to each other about how much fun it was to bang an old bitch. She said maybe I’ll be Goth property someday, whatever that meant. Stephanie switched to my cunt and by that time Harper had removed her strappy and shoved her ass back in my face. I sucked her again while Stephanie finished off my cunt.
They went over to the sofa, shared a drink and some heavy kissing. I just stayed there, lifted my head and watched. There was little else I could do. When they finished and Stephanie had eaten Harper, they came back and untied me. I was a noodle, but they dragged me out the side door, into the car port and pissed on me again. I also pissed then they pushed me into the piss dampened dirt. When I staggered to my feet, I was a mixture of piss and dirt.
I could barely walk back into the house. I was exhausted and noticed it was 4:45. I said I had to leave and asked to shower before I drove home. Harper said rather candidly… who said I could leave, that she was keeping me. I shut up. She said I don’t leave until she says so. I apologized. There was silence then she said I could leave shortly but a shower was out of the question and I might as well drive home smelling like a fuck pig. If that didn't suit me, they’d keep me until dark and send me home without my clothes. I freaked, thanked her and said I would do it her way. Stephanie laughed her butt off.
Harper said had she known all she found out about me today she would have brought more toys. Then she paused and said maybe the best thing was for me to visit her at her place. She said there is one more condition about me leaving; I have to promise to see her again and accept whatever she wanted to do to me and it would be at her place. I agreed, not entirely knowing what I was agreeing to. She let me clean up the piss spots.
I thanked her and Stephanie, dressed and went to my car. Harper came out and told me she was going to follow me home just to be sure I didn’t stop somewhere like a rest area and clean up. I groaned because that’s exactly what I intended. Sure enough she followed me all the way to my driveway; when I turned in, she kept going. I thought oh goody, now she knows where I live. I got home around 6 and immediately threw my body in the shower. I was drying off when I heard him get home.
May 3, 2010: Demo at the Cottage
Molly and Stephanie were demanding to see what Rhonda was talking about yesterday with the cucumbers and my reaction. Rhonda agreed to show her this afternoon provided she got off her bitching about Cass (long story, too complicated to go into here.). Molly agreed. Rhonda told me to be available this afternoon for a demo at Stephanie’s lake cottage because she saw it as an opportunity to settle some of this nonsense with Molly. Since it was pouring rain, she thought wearing just my raincoat would be ideal. I meet her and Cass at 3 in the parking lot of a local grocery store located close to Stephanie’s cottage. They were already there and got out of their car when I drove up. She told me thanks for being such a good sport. .
We went into the grocery and straight to the produce area. I stood there, nearly naked except for the raincoat and high heel pumps thinking I cannot believe I’m doing this; I cannot believe I am so easily controlled; I cannot believe I am such a willing slut, especially knowing how humiliating what’s coming based on yesterdays experience. Rhonda has this little tape measure, picking up cucumbers and actually measuring them. She measured them until she found what some she liked, generally about 9" long, 6-7" around and curved slightly. All of them she selected had bunches of the little dimple knobby things on the skin so they certainly weren’t smooth. She's saying how about this one, Eve, or this… I just kept saying its fine anything you want is fine, lets get this done and get out of here. There was an old man restocking the veggies and he’s not 10 feet from us idly going about his business. There a mom with kid in the cart next to the celery about the same distance in the other direction I was visibly trembling.
I bought the 3 cukes and some smokes. We piled into my car and drove about another 5 miles to the cottage. Molly and Stephanie were already there along with another girl none of us recognized. This girl was introduced as Harper, a rather dyke looking Goth friend of Stephanie. She was pudgy, short and had florescent red hair. Stephanie aid she was cool, and besides she was 21 and useful. I figured the bottle of vodka and 12-pack of beer on the kitchen counter was her doing. Rhonda let her stay but if anybody else showed up the deal was off.
There was murmuring between Stephanie and Harper and some quiet giggling. We moved to the main room of the cottage. I felt about as nervous as the proverbial whore in church, especially when Stephanie asked me if I was going to get my raincoat off. I took it off and laughter broke out when the 3 of them found out I was naked underneath. I looked at Harper specifically and saw her eyes light up. There was a lot of chatter back and forth about yesterday and Molly indicated she was impatient. Rhonda intervened and asked if we had a deal about knocking off the bullshit about Cass. Rhonda, Cass, Molly and Stephanie went into one of the back bedrooms, closed the door and talked. I have no idea what was said.
While they were back there Harper said she’d heard a lot about me and what an easy whore I was. I asked how long she’d been a friend of Stephanie’s to which she replied about 2 months. She told me I had a good body for an old whore, that she had the greatest collection of toys and strappys in the county but had never scored with an old whore because most of them were fat and didn’t interest her. Then she added … you, chicky, would be fun to do. I blushed and felt goose bumps crawl over my body. She never approached me, just sat there sipping a vodka and coke and staring as she spoke.
The others came out of the room and Rhonda said the deal is settled. Molly looked a little frustrated but didn’t say anything. Without any fanfare, Rhonda got rope from my bag and tied my hands behind me. Harper came over to see what she was doing and nodded her approval. She also took the opportunity to rummage through my bag and went back to her chair smiling. She hugged Stephanie.
Rhonda and Cass pushed me to where the other girls were sitting. They felt me up, probed and prodded me and Harper shoved 2 fingers in me and worked them around; all she said was nice loose cunt and it should be able to take a lot. I blushed.
Rhonda got the cukes and went to work. She told the others about selecting them in the grocery store, which brought laughter, but other than that, she did exactly as she did yesterday until I had the largest cuke embedded in my cunt and one of the curved ones shoved in my lubed ass. The crotch harness sealed everything in. I watched Molly, Stephanie and Harper’s faces light up with laughter. As they did yesterday, Rhonda and Cass picked up the crop and strap and hit me, urging me to walk around the main room, down the hallway, back into the kitchen. Cass, though took charge and began laughing and ordering me at the same time. There were no stairs other than the 5 or 6 off the deck and we deemed it too risky to be in full view of anyone who might be around. So they made sure I lifted my legs high as I took my steps to get the maximum effect of the cukes. Stephanie, though, got a wooden box about 12 inches high and placed it in the center of the main room. I had to step up on the box, then down the other side. I turned and repeated constantly. (Think of something like step aerobics and you’ll be very close,) I felt as I was on display, like some performer in a circus act. The tempo became faster until I was perspiring and their taunts louder. They were shouting, go, horsie, go and whatever rift existed between Molly and Cass seemed long gone. Everybody was acting as one and all of them were still dressed.
I kept stepping up, stepping down, turning and repeating. Cass kept hitting me and Molly was rolling in laughter shouting “hilarious”. Stepping up and off the box worked its magic, jostled the cukes inside me enough that I felt that fucking sensation, a lot of almost uncomfortable pain and a sudden rush. I came. They nearly fell off the sofa laughing. Harper wanted to know if she could experience what Stephanie told her about my talented mouth.
Cass and Rhonda untied the crotch rope and let the cukes slide out. Harper came over and pulled me to a far corner of the main room. She began removing her black denims, lace up boots and boxers. Her black pullover followed. She continued to call me chicky and had me on my knees in front of the chair where she was sitting. With my hands still tied behind me she drew me forward until I was right at her trimmed bush. She was smooth up the sides of her labia but a thick tuft of hair remained at the top of her slit. It was interesting, almost fascinating. I started licking her smooth parts and gravitated up to her bush, nestled my face in her fur and kept exploring her. She made me feel good, saying... oh yeah chicky … good tongue, things like that. She guided me a lot and I had no trouble finding her erotic spots. The other 4 were gathered around and Rhonda untied my hands, which I immediately placed at Harper’s cunt. She handed me a dildo and I used that in conjunction with my mouth and had her breathless. She groaned and started squirting and I went into heat. I don’t know her patterns but I’m sure she had a huge orgasm and bunches of mini spasms.
From that point, Stephanie was sitting on the arm of the chair and rapidly shucking her clothes. I went to her pussy; she leaned back against Harper, laid in her arms with her hips draped over the arm of the chair while I ate at her pussy and ass. Cass pulled me away, lifted me off the floor and carried me to the sofa. She dropped me on the sofa, removed her shorts and panties and pulled me into her cunt. I went after her pussy as I did yesterday and finished with her ass. What I felt though was somebody behind me and a dildo, a real one, slid into my cunt. I turned; it was Harper, but what I also saw was Molly on her knees eating Rhonda. I think that had something to do with what happened in the back room.
When Molly finished eating Rhonda, Rhonda came over to the sofa. Cass got off. I immediately switched to Rhonda until she had an orgasm. Then she told me to get over to Molly and eat her but to make it quick. Molly reclined back in the chair and raised her legs and I went for her pussy, slipped down to her ass and tongued her off.
Cass and Rhonda told me we really had to get back. They dressed; I picked up my toys and thanked all of them. I drove Cass and Rhonda back to the grocery store where they picked up their car.
We went into the grocery and straight to the produce area. I stood there, nearly naked except for the raincoat and high heel pumps thinking I cannot believe I’m doing this; I cannot believe I am so easily controlled; I cannot believe I am such a willing slut, especially knowing how humiliating what’s coming based on yesterdays experience. Rhonda has this little tape measure, picking up cucumbers and actually measuring them. She measured them until she found what some she liked, generally about 9" long, 6-7" around and curved slightly. All of them she selected had bunches of the little dimple knobby things on the skin so they certainly weren’t smooth. She's saying how about this one, Eve, or this… I just kept saying its fine anything you want is fine, lets get this done and get out of here. There was an old man restocking the veggies and he’s not 10 feet from us idly going about his business. There a mom with kid in the cart next to the celery about the same distance in the other direction I was visibly trembling.
I bought the 3 cukes and some smokes. We piled into my car and drove about another 5 miles to the cottage. Molly and Stephanie were already there along with another girl none of us recognized. This girl was introduced as Harper, a rather dyke looking Goth friend of Stephanie. She was pudgy, short and had florescent red hair. Stephanie aid she was cool, and besides she was 21 and useful. I figured the bottle of vodka and 12-pack of beer on the kitchen counter was her doing. Rhonda let her stay but if anybody else showed up the deal was off.
There was murmuring between Stephanie and Harper and some quiet giggling. We moved to the main room of the cottage. I felt about as nervous as the proverbial whore in church, especially when Stephanie asked me if I was going to get my raincoat off. I took it off and laughter broke out when the 3 of them found out I was naked underneath. I looked at Harper specifically and saw her eyes light up. There was a lot of chatter back and forth about yesterday and Molly indicated she was impatient. Rhonda intervened and asked if we had a deal about knocking off the bullshit about Cass. Rhonda, Cass, Molly and Stephanie went into one of the back bedrooms, closed the door and talked. I have no idea what was said.
While they were back there Harper said she’d heard a lot about me and what an easy whore I was. I asked how long she’d been a friend of Stephanie’s to which she replied about 2 months. She told me I had a good body for an old whore, that she had the greatest collection of toys and strappys in the county but had never scored with an old whore because most of them were fat and didn’t interest her. Then she added … you, chicky, would be fun to do. I blushed and felt goose bumps crawl over my body. She never approached me, just sat there sipping a vodka and coke and staring as she spoke.
The others came out of the room and Rhonda said the deal is settled. Molly looked a little frustrated but didn’t say anything. Without any fanfare, Rhonda got rope from my bag and tied my hands behind me. Harper came over to see what she was doing and nodded her approval. She also took the opportunity to rummage through my bag and went back to her chair smiling. She hugged Stephanie.
Rhonda and Cass pushed me to where the other girls were sitting. They felt me up, probed and prodded me and Harper shoved 2 fingers in me and worked them around; all she said was nice loose cunt and it should be able to take a lot. I blushed.
Rhonda got the cukes and went to work. She told the others about selecting them in the grocery store, which brought laughter, but other than that, she did exactly as she did yesterday until I had the largest cuke embedded in my cunt and one of the curved ones shoved in my lubed ass. The crotch harness sealed everything in. I watched Molly, Stephanie and Harper’s faces light up with laughter. As they did yesterday, Rhonda and Cass picked up the crop and strap and hit me, urging me to walk around the main room, down the hallway, back into the kitchen. Cass, though took charge and began laughing and ordering me at the same time. There were no stairs other than the 5 or 6 off the deck and we deemed it too risky to be in full view of anyone who might be around. So they made sure I lifted my legs high as I took my steps to get the maximum effect of the cukes. Stephanie, though, got a wooden box about 12 inches high and placed it in the center of the main room. I had to step up on the box, then down the other side. I turned and repeated constantly. (Think of something like step aerobics and you’ll be very close,) I felt as I was on display, like some performer in a circus act. The tempo became faster until I was perspiring and their taunts louder. They were shouting, go, horsie, go and whatever rift existed between Molly and Cass seemed long gone. Everybody was acting as one and all of them were still dressed.
I kept stepping up, stepping down, turning and repeating. Cass kept hitting me and Molly was rolling in laughter shouting “hilarious”. Stepping up and off the box worked its magic, jostled the cukes inside me enough that I felt that fucking sensation, a lot of almost uncomfortable pain and a sudden rush. I came. They nearly fell off the sofa laughing. Harper wanted to know if she could experience what Stephanie told her about my talented mouth.
Cass and Rhonda untied the crotch rope and let the cukes slide out. Harper came over and pulled me to a far corner of the main room. She began removing her black denims, lace up boots and boxers. Her black pullover followed. She continued to call me chicky and had me on my knees in front of the chair where she was sitting. With my hands still tied behind me she drew me forward until I was right at her trimmed bush. She was smooth up the sides of her labia but a thick tuft of hair remained at the top of her slit. It was interesting, almost fascinating. I started licking her smooth parts and gravitated up to her bush, nestled my face in her fur and kept exploring her. She made me feel good, saying... oh yeah chicky … good tongue, things like that. She guided me a lot and I had no trouble finding her erotic spots. The other 4 were gathered around and Rhonda untied my hands, which I immediately placed at Harper’s cunt. She handed me a dildo and I used that in conjunction with my mouth and had her breathless. She groaned and started squirting and I went into heat. I don’t know her patterns but I’m sure she had a huge orgasm and bunches of mini spasms.
From that point, Stephanie was sitting on the arm of the chair and rapidly shucking her clothes. I went to her pussy; she leaned back against Harper, laid in her arms with her hips draped over the arm of the chair while I ate at her pussy and ass. Cass pulled me away, lifted me off the floor and carried me to the sofa. She dropped me on the sofa, removed her shorts and panties and pulled me into her cunt. I went after her pussy as I did yesterday and finished with her ass. What I felt though was somebody behind me and a dildo, a real one, slid into my cunt. I turned; it was Harper, but what I also saw was Molly on her knees eating Rhonda. I think that had something to do with what happened in the back room.
When Molly finished eating Rhonda, Rhonda came over to the sofa. Cass got off. I immediately switched to Rhonda until she had an orgasm. Then she told me to get over to Molly and eat her but to make it quick. Molly reclined back in the chair and raised her legs and I went for her pussy, slipped down to her ass and tongued her off.
Cass and Rhonda told me we really had to get back. They dressed; I picked up my toys and thanked all of them. I drove Cass and Rhonda back to the grocery store where they picked up their car.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Apr 28 2010: Maids here
Kim and Dani arrived about quarter to noon. I met them in a warm robe wrapped tightly around me, apologized and told her I was fighting off flu symptoms but wanted to try and do something. She felt my face and said I was definitely feverish, looked a bit ragged but it was entirely up to me. I told her I didn’t want to waste the opportunity. She told me to go to my room and give her a few minutes to think. Like some scolded child, I looked at her and Dani with resignation (Tabitha was not with them today) and went upstairs.
Kim came up with a mug in her hand, told me to drink it and in a rather straight-forward manner addressed me as if this were her house, not mine. Since they were doing the upper two levels only, I’d go to the lower level and sleep while they cleaned and as she put it ... we'll take over your house for about 3 hours, help ourselves to whatever food and booze we want then fuck the daylights out of you and leave; it can't make you any worse. I agreed.
She told me I can start by drinking the warm brandy. I took the mug and sipped. She ushered me downstairs to the lower level still wrapped in the robe, had me pee and finish the brandy, then took my robe off and tucked me in the bed and piled a couple of blankets on top of me. She closed the door went upstairs and within seconds I dozed off.
The next thing I remember was someone shaking the bed, opening my eyes and seeing them naked standing by the bed. Before I clearly realized where I was, Kim was crawling over me and Dani was pulling my legs to position my cunt close to the edge of the bed. For a moment I thought I was still asleep but the strappy pushing into my cunt changed that in a flash. Kim lowering her pussy against my face and I began gnawing at her. She said I was definitely sick, a sick fucking bitch and kept talking to me while Dani raised my legs until my calves were against her shoulders and silently fucked me. Nothing was rushed, things unfolded slowly and I wrapped my arms around Kim’s hips and enjoyed her pussy until she came. Dani fucked me, somewhat painfully since I had a full bladder when she started. When I came I was a mess of cumm, pee, and literally soaked the sheets. That cracked them up. Dani replaced Kim at my face and went into the “eat me you sick bitch” routine. Kim didn’t bother with the strappy, she just started fingering, squeezing, pinching and slapping my cunt. Dani was bouncing up and down on my face so much and got so wet that she was making squishing noises. She still flooded me and the sheets when she came.
I think they would have stayed all afternoon if they didn’t have one more house on their schedule. They did, though, strip the bed and throw the soiled ones in the washer. Kim did tell me she’s getting out of the residential cleaning business at the end of May. That’s too bad. It was close to 3 when they left.
Kim came up with a mug in her hand, told me to drink it and in a rather straight-forward manner addressed me as if this were her house, not mine. Since they were doing the upper two levels only, I’d go to the lower level and sleep while they cleaned and as she put it ... we'll take over your house for about 3 hours, help ourselves to whatever food and booze we want then fuck the daylights out of you and leave; it can't make you any worse. I agreed.
She told me I can start by drinking the warm brandy. I took the mug and sipped. She ushered me downstairs to the lower level still wrapped in the robe, had me pee and finish the brandy, then took my robe off and tucked me in the bed and piled a couple of blankets on top of me. She closed the door went upstairs and within seconds I dozed off.
The next thing I remember was someone shaking the bed, opening my eyes and seeing them naked standing by the bed. Before I clearly realized where I was, Kim was crawling over me and Dani was pulling my legs to position my cunt close to the edge of the bed. For a moment I thought I was still asleep but the strappy pushing into my cunt changed that in a flash. Kim lowering her pussy against my face and I began gnawing at her. She said I was definitely sick, a sick fucking bitch and kept talking to me while Dani raised my legs until my calves were against her shoulders and silently fucked me. Nothing was rushed, things unfolded slowly and I wrapped my arms around Kim’s hips and enjoyed her pussy until she came. Dani fucked me, somewhat painfully since I had a full bladder when she started. When I came I was a mess of cumm, pee, and literally soaked the sheets. That cracked them up. Dani replaced Kim at my face and went into the “eat me you sick bitch” routine. Kim didn’t bother with the strappy, she just started fingering, squeezing, pinching and slapping my cunt. Dani was bouncing up and down on my face so much and got so wet that she was making squishing noises. She still flooded me and the sheets when she came.
I think they would have stayed all afternoon if they didn’t have one more house on their schedule. They did, though, strip the bed and throw the soiled ones in the washer. Kim did tell me she’s getting out of the residential cleaning business at the end of May. That’s too bad. It was close to 3 when they left.
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