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.