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.
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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.
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