May 28, 2010: Paybacks are hell

Joan wanted me at her flat by noon and dressed like a slut; mini, thong, my 5 inch Lucite heels, tight top with no bra. When I arrived she was dressed in a mid calf skirt, heels and blouse. However, she didn’t like what I had on, said it didn’t look trampy enough.

From her closet, she selected a pleated denim micro mini, a tight fitting vibrant fuchsia tank top with spaghetti straps, and told me to change. I put her things on over my thong and heels. The mini barely covered the bottom of my buttocks and the top was of thinner material and showed my nipples. She also had me apply more make up.

We came back to the living area. She picked up a cane and gestured to a laundry basket with a set of dirty towels which she told me to pick up. She headed for the door; I asked where we were going and she said to do laundry of course. We left her flat and went down to the ground level where her car was parked. I put the laundry basket in the back seat and sat in the passenger seat. From under my seat she pulled out a red collar and short leash which she put on me and said I was going to find out that paybacks are hell.

Saying very little, she drove to a Laundromat in a definite black neighborhood and parked behind the building. She ordered me out of the car and led me to the front of the building. My heart was pounding. We went in; she with the cane in one hand, the end of my leash in the other tugging me behind her, a straw bag over her shoulder and me in my trampy, exhibitionist outfit carrying the laundry basket in both hands clearly indicating my servitude.

There were four black women in the place, one with kids. All eyes turned to us and I wanted to drop through a crack in the floor. I was mortified. Nobody said a word; they just stared. Joan slowly led me to the far end of this narrow building and selected a washer. She told me to toss the towels in. She pulled some money out of her bag and motioned to the vending machine that dispensed detergent. I had to walk past one of the black women who stared at me, went back and started the machine.

Joan took my leash and led me to some empty chairs between two black women. We sat. She told me to cross my legs. When I did, my skirt barely concealed a thing. We sat there for a while, she flipping through some old magazine, me not daring to say anything or look at anybody. The woman sitting to her right kept staring around Joan to look at me. Joan looked at her and said fairly loudly … she’s nothing but a slut, referring to me. Then she told me … lets change places so she can see you better. I ended up sitting next to this woman one chair between us. She just stared.

A couple of other woman came in, one of them lugging a laundry basket and a baby. She tried to put her stuff in the washer but things kept falling on the floor. Joan told me to help her. I went blank. She said … “Go help her! Now or I’ll take your skirt!” I got up, walked over, bent at the knees and picked her dirty laundry off the floor.

I returned and sat down. Joan asked me in a loud voice, did I say you could sit down? I heard snickering. I said no Ma’am, and then said it loud enough for the whole place to hear.

She told me to get her another magazine. I started wandering around the place picking up old magazines. She told me not those, go look on the rack by the front window. That meant I had to traverse the whole store and go back to the low ledge at the picture window by the door where magazines were strewn around. I had to bend slightly at the waist and reach down which meant my skirt was rising up in back, showing the lower cheeks of my ass. People were snickering. As I walked back, anybody who was reading, snoozing or listening to headphones was watching. Another black woman came out of the restroom and did a double take and stifled a laugh when she saw me. There were probably 10-12 women in the place by now. Even the woman with the two preschoolers was watching and I think her kids were, too.

Keep in mind that I had Joan's thin red collar and 4 foot long red cat leash. That within itself drew peoples attention, I think, as much as how I was dressed. I could not have been more embarrassed at that moment.

I brought her some magazines. She giggled and said “word gets around fast”, referring to how the place was filling up. In a loud voice she said … how hard my nipples were, that I must be enjoying this. A couple of people laughed. I turned beet red.

She told me she thought my washer had stopped and go check. It had and I took the towels and tossed them in a dryer. I had to walk back and ask for money to insert in the slot. I had to say please and ma’am.

I came back; she told me to get her a coffee from a machine on the back wall. She gave me more money, I did. She sipped and spit it out on the floor saying it’s awful. She told me to get some wet paper towels and wipe it up. That was another trip for me through the place, leash dangling in front of me. When I returned, she told me to get down on hands and knees and wipe the floor. Humiliating! I knew people would see my ass and my tits were half way hanging out. By then it was almost constant humiliation. She had me wipe more of the floor than necessary. Half the women were staring. Evan an older woman working a crossword puzzle had stopped what she was doing.

Joan told me to check the dryer. As I was walking back to the dryer, Joan said to no one in particular, something like can you believe she insulted me to a friend and said I was mean? The woman working the puzzle said that maybe Joan was mean but it looked to her like I probably deserved it. That woman asked what I’d done. Joan said, all I did was make the bitch cumm a few times and she said I was mean, can you imagine that?.” You could have heard a pin drop. One woman left. Another asked what the relationship was between Joan and me, to which she replied that I was some old honky whore her friend loaned. Joan said to some woman… “Look at her over there dressed like some common slut, I guarantee you she’s wet”, again loud enough for the whole place to hear.

Joan came over and grabbed my leash and led me to a large table near the center of the dryers where people folded clothes, which one woman was doing. In a loud voice she said that this bitch needs a spanking to get this attitude out of my head and if anybody doesn’t want to see it, they better leave now. I went “what???”

Nobody left. She asked if anyone wanted to help her. One woman said hell yes and came over. Joan pushed me face down across the table and told the woman, Celeste, to grab my wrists and stretch my arms across the table. Celeste did. Joan grabbed her cane and flipped my skirt up over my waist, exposing my ass cheeks and red thong matted in the crack of my ass. She kicked my legs apart and asked if anybody wanted to see a lily white fat butt get caned. Some women came closer behind me. Joan stood off to one side and whacked the hell out of my ass. I yelled. Laughter abounded. She swatted me again gave me a brief rest then continued with two more strokes. I heard women laughing about the welts rising on my ass. Joan grabbed my thong and yanked it down below my ass cheeks, exposing my ass hole and cunt. I slid my legs together but she kicked them apart again. She hit me for a total of 10 strokes and tears were running down my face. Joan told them to get a good look at my precious ass hole because dozens of black women had used it for years. I felt a hand or possibly two feeling my ass. I don’t know how many people saw me but even the woman with the kids was over looking.

Then Joan pulled me up off the table, yanked my top down until my tits fell out. She slapped my face and tits, grabbed my leash and led me to the restroom. She slammed the door. All I could hear was women laughing. Joan raised her skirt, had me eat her ass and frig her. I was on my knees in this less than clean restroom licking her. She came twice. After she came she said maybe next time I’ll think twice about calling her mean. She made me take my thong off and leave it on back of the commode.

We came out, she leading me. Some of the women were tending to their laundry; others were still standing around the table. Joan pulled my skirt up, showed off my cunt and caned ass which was stinging like hell. Couple of women actually clapped. Others cheered or made fun of me.

Joan told me to get the towels out of the dryer, fold them and put them in the basket. I did that while she talked to some of the women. I was visibly shaking. She picked up my leash and led me out of the place, back to the car. She said she had a couple of phone numbers for me to follow up on. I groaned and asked what she told them, she replied that these women know I’m a slut and she expected me to follow up. Humiliating me for a couple of strange women was better than her or Tisha beating me. She told me my punishment wasn’t officially over until I’d seen these two women within a week and blogged it or she’d drag my ass back to this place, repeat the process and leave me there handcuffed to a chair and the key hanging on a string around my neck.

On the drive back to her flat she told me she could have easily given me to a couple of those women right then and there but she didn’t want to press our luck. We were back at her place around 2:30. Once inside she removed the collar and leash and had me strip naked then directed me to sit at her pc and write what happened today. I sat on a pillow to protect my inflamed, streaked ass. She went to the living room area and made some phone calls. One was to Tisha, another to Mavis and the others were to the two new numbers… just to verify them. She checked on what I was writing and told me things to add, then had me eat her again.

I put on what I wore over. Very little was said other than her reminding me of the deadline. She gave me the numbers, told me to let her know who and when and she’d follow up with them. She read and approved what I’d written. Now I’m sending and leaving.