Molly and two friends arrived earlier than I thought. I was sorting through things in my closet, trying on clothes I wanted to take to the beach trip and heard them pull up. I met them at the door.
Molly was as brash as ever. She introduced me to Kayla, about 5’5”, slender, wearing tight cream colored shorts and a top, blonde. I remembered Courtney from last fall; she wasn’t one of the more active ones but she’s changed now, is 17. They came in and we sat in the great room. Molly wanted a beer and I got them all one.
Before anything else was said, Molly had to go back over why I wasn’t available this weekend. We revisited all of that. Then she said they’re trying to get the lake cottage for next weekend and if that fails they’ll just take me to the woods. Molly let me know right from the start since several of her gang weren’t going to be around she and Stephanie were recruiting some replacements.
During all this conversation she kept interjecting to Kayla what a slut I was. I kept trying to form an opinion of Kayla. She said she was 16 but to me didn’t look it, I judged that she was rather nervous.
When Molly finished her beer she told me to get my toy bag which I did. Molly began taking things out and showing them to Kayla, commenting on how they’d done all this stuff to me. I was red faced. Then she told me to take my clothes off so Kayla could see me. Hesitatingly, I stripped nude. Truthfully there was an atmosphere of embarrassment. Kayla’s eyes were as big as saucers. Molly, and to a lesser extent Courtney, began feeling me up, then Molly had me take her clothes off. She sat in the easy chair and scooted her ass down to the edge and told me to eat her. I knelt in front of her and began playing with her, kissing and sucking her pussy. She had Courtney get a dildo out of the bag and fuck my cunt then beckoned Kayla to come closer and get a good look at how they used me. Kayla came over and sat on the sofa about 2 feet away from where I was. I had goose bumps all over me. Molly told me not to cumm from Courtney’s fucking but to make her cumm. I kept going and sensed that Molly was deliberately holding back as if she wanted in prolong my slutiness and humiliation. She had me finger her, suck her clit and made all kinds of exaggerated noises and comments to Kayla about how good it was. Finally she exploded in my face then had me lick her asshole.
She told me to do Courtney next. Courtney stripped and lay face up across the ottoman and spread her legs. I slipped over to her and began kissing her, fondling her breasts then settling my face into her. Molly moved behind me, pulled my ass cheeks apart and told Kayla to get a good look at a whore mom’s ass and pussy. She started spanking my butt with her hand then picked up her sandal and used that on my butt. All of this made me eat Courtney that much harder. Molly told Courtney to pull her knees back so I could tongue her ass; she did and I did. Kayla watched which was more humiliating for me than if she’d been participating. Courtney came and I licked her cunt ass and inner thighs.
For a minute or two we just sat there, both of them satisfied, me awkwardly wondering what was next. Molly and Courtney peed and returned.
Molly asked Kayla if she wanted a turn but she said she just wanted to watch. Molly urged her on but it was fairly apparent Kayla wasn’t quite ready to break loose yet. Molly wasn’t especially pleased at her timidity. She had me tell Kayla how I’ve become accustomed to being sexually controlled and ordered around by girls young enough to be my daughter and that I’d be glad to do anything to her. Looking her in the face I spurted out what I had to say. Molly decided maybe the best thing was for me to play with myself for Kayla’s benefit.
Molly had me lie on the floor on my back with my legs spread so Kayla could gaze into my cunt. She handed me the dildo and told me to fuck myself. I started but in doing so, rolled my head to one side and closed my eyes. Molly didn’t like that and put a throw pillow under my head, raising my face enough to look straight at Kayla who had no problem watching me as I stared making a whorish spectacle of myself. I continued fucking myself and playing with my nipples. Molly wasn’t satisfied; she and Courtney pulled my legs back over my head until my ass and cunt were raised off the floor, spread them and told me to keep fucking. I went into something between humiliation and shame. Kayla leaned forward and said she liked this. I knew she must have because she was staring straight down into my cunt. I picked up a rhythm and kept going until I was on edge. Molly denied me a cumm and told me to do more and use my other hand to finger my asshole. It was insane. I stayed on the brink and asked Molly for a cumm. She told me to ask Kayla. I did. Molly said that’s not enough; say more. I spewed out all the nasty words I could to describe myself, Kayla laughed and said she wanted to see me cumm. I absolutely exploded and squeezed off two intense orgasms. They released my legs and I lay on the floor trying to breathe again.
Molly mounted my face and I ate her again. When she finished, Courtney straddled me and rode my face until she oozed an orgasm on me.
Molly asked Kayla if she didn’t wan a turn to which she replied, next time. Molly told me to stay like that, on my back and legs spread. She went into the powder room and came back with towels. She had me move to a squatting position and shoved the towels under me, between my legs. She told me to piss. I soaked the towels right in front of all of them. Molly pushed me back to the floor and threw the soaked towels on me. They dressed. We exchanged a few words. I told them thank you and told Kayla it was nice to meet her. She didn’t sat much but that stone faced cold expression she’d worn most of the afternoon was more of a smirk now. They walked out the door and I heard them laughing as they slammed it.
I cleaned things up, blotted a couple of pee spots with club soda and put things away. I came upstairs, showered and send both of you a quick note.
During the evening Molly called and said they'd have done more but didn't want to freak Kayla out too badly. She said Kayla has not met Linda and I'm the first she's seen. She also said they stopped on the way home and made Kayla eat both her and Courtney for being so timid.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Aug 10, 2010: Taken for a Ride
I was at Katrina’s by 1030. I had on a skirt, blouse, bra and heels plus the vibrating butt plug in my ass.
Joan was there. Katrina indicated I would be punished for becoming unduly upset over the face book incident. She realized I didn’t create the incident initially but how I handled it merited some disciplinary action. She had me remove the skirt. Joan carefully fitted me with a Venus butterfly which also had a remote. I’d never seen this one before. Over this she had me put on a pair of tight sheer panties which held things in place. She tested both remotes. Trust me, they worked.
Much to my surprise, the three of us drove downtown, parked and went to the transit center where we boarded the light rail train that runs about 10 miles. No body said squat to me about where we were going or why we were doing it and the silence made me nervous.
Katrina and Joan had me sit one seat in front of them; they sat directly behind me. The train car we were in was about ½ full. When the train stopped at the third station one of them hit the remote to the plug. It caught me off guard; I jerked. I started to turn around but Katrina told me not to, act as if I don’t know either of them. as the train progressed down the line the passengers dwindled until there were no more than a dozen people in the car. At the next stop they both hit the remotes and gave me a prolonged buzz. Who had which, I have no idea.
There are 15 stations on this route. By the 12th station, the car was down to about 6 people. They started hitting the remotes more frequently and my reactions became more intense. A couple of people started to notice; I mean really notice.
At the end of the line, before the train started back toward the city they told me to stand and hold onto one of the poles and face the window. They sat in the seat facing me. The train started. They hit the remotes more frequently. I was standing there holding on for dear life. They were timing my vibration to coincide with background noise from the train, such as brakes squeaking, station announcements, doors opening and closing, etc. They closer we got to the city the car began to fill. Standing made me more conspicuous and having my back to the other passengers left me extremely vulnerable since I couldn’t see who was looking at me.
I could see the route map and knew there were only about 4 stops left. At one station a bunch of people got on and both Katrina and Joan gave me a serious blast that almost brought me over the edge. When the trained braked for the next station they buzzed me again. I shuddered and came.
They mercifully stopped buzzing me. My legs felt like rubber and my face was burning hot with embarrassment. A man standing by the door looked at me and asked if I was okay, I looked ill. I told him I was okay. Katrina and Joan were about to laugh out loud. We exited and found our car. Katrina told me she could make it a lot worse and asked me how it felt to be a public cumm whore. She said some people were definitely looking at me though she doubted anyone knew exactly what happened.
We stopped at a cafe for lunch. They couldn’t help but zap me a few more times just for fun but it was nothing that drove me over the edge. I paid for lunch.
We returned to her townhouse. I stripped nude and took all the devices off. I ate Katrina then Joan. Katrina got the strappy and fucked my cunt while she told me every observation she thought people made of me on the train. Her descriptions sent me into frenzy and with permission I came again.
I got home shortly after 430.
Joan was there. Katrina indicated I would be punished for becoming unduly upset over the face book incident. She realized I didn’t create the incident initially but how I handled it merited some disciplinary action. She had me remove the skirt. Joan carefully fitted me with a Venus butterfly which also had a remote. I’d never seen this one before. Over this she had me put on a pair of tight sheer panties which held things in place. She tested both remotes. Trust me, they worked.
Much to my surprise, the three of us drove downtown, parked and went to the transit center where we boarded the light rail train that runs about 10 miles. No body said squat to me about where we were going or why we were doing it and the silence made me nervous.
Katrina and Joan had me sit one seat in front of them; they sat directly behind me. The train car we were in was about ½ full. When the train stopped at the third station one of them hit the remote to the plug. It caught me off guard; I jerked. I started to turn around but Katrina told me not to, act as if I don’t know either of them. as the train progressed down the line the passengers dwindled until there were no more than a dozen people in the car. At the next stop they both hit the remotes and gave me a prolonged buzz. Who had which, I have no idea.
There are 15 stations on this route. By the 12th station, the car was down to about 6 people. They started hitting the remotes more frequently and my reactions became more intense. A couple of people started to notice; I mean really notice.
At the end of the line, before the train started back toward the city they told me to stand and hold onto one of the poles and face the window. They sat in the seat facing me. The train started. They hit the remotes more frequently. I was standing there holding on for dear life. They were timing my vibration to coincide with background noise from the train, such as brakes squeaking, station announcements, doors opening and closing, etc. They closer we got to the city the car began to fill. Standing made me more conspicuous and having my back to the other passengers left me extremely vulnerable since I couldn’t see who was looking at me.
I could see the route map and knew there were only about 4 stops left. At one station a bunch of people got on and both Katrina and Joan gave me a serious blast that almost brought me over the edge. When the trained braked for the next station they buzzed me again. I shuddered and came.
They mercifully stopped buzzing me. My legs felt like rubber and my face was burning hot with embarrassment. A man standing by the door looked at me and asked if I was okay, I looked ill. I told him I was okay. Katrina and Joan were about to laugh out loud. We exited and found our car. Katrina told me she could make it a lot worse and asked me how it felt to be a public cumm whore. She said some people were definitely looking at me though she doubted anyone knew exactly what happened.
We stopped at a cafe for lunch. They couldn’t help but zap me a few more times just for fun but it was nothing that drove me over the edge. I paid for lunch.
We returned to her townhouse. I stripped nude and took all the devices off. I ate Katrina then Joan. Katrina got the strappy and fucked my cunt while she told me every observation she thought people made of me on the train. Her descriptions sent me into frenzy and with permission I came again.
I got home shortly after 430.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Aug 8, 2010: Sunday with the Girls
We met at an outdoor shopping village where the closest Victoria’s Secret is located. First we went to a bistro that Linda enjoys. We’d previously made reservations at noon for eight and requested a table out of the way since we were celebrating an “event” and might be a little noisy. The bistro did not disappoint; our table was tucked back in a corner. Linda, Stephanie and Molly were already seated when I arrived and with in 15 minutes Kristen, Cristal, Rhonda and Allison made their appearance.
I hadn’t seen Kristen and Cristal in months but they seemed to have a pretty good perspective of what the afternoon entailed. Cristal is now 15 and at that awkward stage but still cute. Kristen is 18 and graduated in June.
I hadn’t seen Alison since last summer. She, too, is 18 and graduated. I remember the first time I met her I was naked, legs spread sitting on the floor at the lake cottage with panties stuffed in my mouth. Whose panties, I can’t remember but she brought back good memories. She taller, has let her hair grow out, still has a great body and a very sensuous butt tucked into tight white denim cutoffs. With her deep summer tan and raven hair and the raspberry colored top, she was stunning.
Our conversation was predictably boisterous but we avoided anything too provocative other than Stephanie’s offhanded remarks about what transpired at Harper’s last weekend.
I went to the restroom to pee. The regular stall was taken so I went in to the handicap stall. While I was peeing, Molly and Stephanie banged on the stall door and told me to open it. I did. Molly told me to give her my panties, saying I shouldn’t even have them on in the first place. I finished peeing and gave them to her. We exchanged looks for a moment then Molly said she wanted my bra, too. Very reluctantly, I pulled my top over my head and removed the bra. Now I was naked except for the skirt bunched around my waist. Molly told me to play with myself and finger my cunt. I asked her if we could wait until we got to Linda’s but she was determined. I started; they stood there, arms folded across their breast and watched me. I stopped and said is that enough; she said no, keep going and cumm. Molly was holding my panties, bra and blouse. She said if I didn’t cumm she’d go back to the table and leave me with just my skirt. I told them no, I’d frig. Stephanie made me give them the skirt anyway. Now they had all my clothes, I was naked and shaking. Stephanie softly said … you are so easy. Another woman went into the other stall. We did nothing except listen to her pee and fart. When she flushed, Molly mouthed the words … play with your self, bitch. The whole thing got to me. I went ape realizing their control and my humiliation. I pulled my nipples, squeezed my tits and listened to the unknown woman washing her hands. She left the restroom. I eased 2 fingers into my cunt. . I was looking at them with a wild look on my face, frigging furiously desperately bringing myself to a cumm before anyone else came in. they waved my clothes at me as if to remind me who had the power. They were stone faced, watching me humiliate myself. When I was there, I shook my head, Molly nodded. I closed my eyes and came, then sat there breathing heavily. They tossed my skirt and top at me.
They took my panties and bra and went back to the table. I sat there on the commode dazed, as if I were trying to believe it didn’t happen. After collecting my wits, I returned to the table to a bunch of comments like … what took you so long, why are you so red-faced, etc. Molly none too discretely flashed my panties at me. I blushed; they did their usual silly giggles. When Linda laughed at my embarrassment, Stephanie and Rhonda took her to the restroom. I found out when she returned that she too had been stripped nude in the stall and made to frig. Truthfully the look on her face said more than words could have.
After lunch, we strolled over to V S and invaded the store. The deal was I’d buy each of the girls a pair of panties of their choosing and that was the limit of my budget. They roamed the panty displays like vultures, driving the sales clerk nuts in the process and each of the six selected something. Rhonda and Allison also bought lacy teddies with their own money. During this escapade the conversation got a little raunchier and soft comments that Linda and I weren’t wearing any panties which I’m quite sure the clerk heard. Each of the girls showed me what they selected, and then I paid.
We got to Linda’s; about a 10 minute drive away, around 2:15. They raided her stash of beer, wine and liquor. It wasn’t just a Molly, Stephanie and Rhonda show; the other 3 had joined the joking and did their share of flinging sexual comments at us. Cristal reminded me in great detail the first time she saw me naked and how she made me cumm.
We settled down in her small family room, the girls taking the available seats. I sat on the arm of the sofa next to. Rhonda went into great detail about Harper’s. The more they drank, the more Linda and I got groped and fondled. In short order, we both were naked. Although Molly, Stephanie and Rhonda have seen Linda and I have sex before their diabolical eyes, Kristen, Cristal and Alison had not. All of us went back to Linda’s bedroom. Stephanie played sex chorographer and had us get on the bed. They stood around the bed while Linda and I began kissed, sucking each others tits then working our way to a 69 position eating each other’s pussies and fingering assholes. We brought each other to a cumm then lay on the bed like we’d just finished the floor show at a strip joint.
The girls, now mostly naked, began to pile on the bed one by one. Kristen pushed her cunt into my face; Rhonda’s fingers were in my cunt. Stephanie and Cristal were on Linda. The bed got extremely crowded with a wiggling mass of tanned bodies. Linda and I were parallel to each other lying sideways across the bed. I could glance over and see her eating pussy and ass. She no doubt could do the same and confirmed that later. The word “erotic” doesn’t begin to describe the scene. I’d voluntarily spread my legs and remember Stephanie saying something about how horny my cunt looked. I experienced someone fucking me with dildos or spanking my cunt several times. I probably had 3 or 4 cumms; I can’t say exactly. The girls rotated between each of us and in and out of the bathroom to pee as necessary. Linda and I did too. Then it would start all over again, sometimes extremely intense, other times less so until Linda and I were both exhausted.
I rolled over and looked at the clock. It was 4:30. I think this had been going on for almost 2 hours in one form or the other. The room smelled like wall to wall sex. Kristen and Cristal cleaned up, dressed and left. Molly and Rhonda went into the kitchen for something to eat. Stephanie got Linda’s strappy and fucked her again.
Alison and I moved across the hall to the guest bedroom. We fell on the bed and kissed, until I began fondling her breasts. I told her she had about the most beautiful ass I’d ever seen, so shapely and womanly. I kissed her ass cheeks, massaged them and finally settled my face in between the cheeks and made love to her ass while she lay on her tummy, legs spread. I was in heaven and let her know it. She told me to work a finger in it and I responded immediately, fingering her ass, licking her rim and using my other hand on her pussy until she came. We relaxed and talked. She thinks its amazing an older woman is such a whore. She also will be starting college locally, majoring in biology. She spent the summer in New Zealand and Australia, lucky girl!
We went back into the main family room, munched and had a drink. Within the next few minutes the other 4 girls began cleaning up, I asked Alison for her panties which she gladly gave me. I got Rhonda’s, too. I have no idea where my bra and panties ended up. I helped Linda clean up, changed the sheets and threw out the empty beer bottles. I showered and dressed. Linda and I talked for a few minutes about how crazy things have become; however, neither of us can stop the madness. I left around 6:00. .
I hadn’t seen Kristen and Cristal in months but they seemed to have a pretty good perspective of what the afternoon entailed. Cristal is now 15 and at that awkward stage but still cute. Kristen is 18 and graduated in June.
I hadn’t seen Alison since last summer. She, too, is 18 and graduated. I remember the first time I met her I was naked, legs spread sitting on the floor at the lake cottage with panties stuffed in my mouth. Whose panties, I can’t remember but she brought back good memories. She taller, has let her hair grow out, still has a great body and a very sensuous butt tucked into tight white denim cutoffs. With her deep summer tan and raven hair and the raspberry colored top, she was stunning.
Our conversation was predictably boisterous but we avoided anything too provocative other than Stephanie’s offhanded remarks about what transpired at Harper’s last weekend.
I went to the restroom to pee. The regular stall was taken so I went in to the handicap stall. While I was peeing, Molly and Stephanie banged on the stall door and told me to open it. I did. Molly told me to give her my panties, saying I shouldn’t even have them on in the first place. I finished peeing and gave them to her. We exchanged looks for a moment then Molly said she wanted my bra, too. Very reluctantly, I pulled my top over my head and removed the bra. Now I was naked except for the skirt bunched around my waist. Molly told me to play with myself and finger my cunt. I asked her if we could wait until we got to Linda’s but she was determined. I started; they stood there, arms folded across their breast and watched me. I stopped and said is that enough; she said no, keep going and cumm. Molly was holding my panties, bra and blouse. She said if I didn’t cumm she’d go back to the table and leave me with just my skirt. I told them no, I’d frig. Stephanie made me give them the skirt anyway. Now they had all my clothes, I was naked and shaking. Stephanie softly said … you are so easy. Another woman went into the other stall. We did nothing except listen to her pee and fart. When she flushed, Molly mouthed the words … play with your self, bitch. The whole thing got to me. I went ape realizing their control and my humiliation. I pulled my nipples, squeezed my tits and listened to the unknown woman washing her hands. She left the restroom. I eased 2 fingers into my cunt. . I was looking at them with a wild look on my face, frigging furiously desperately bringing myself to a cumm before anyone else came in. they waved my clothes at me as if to remind me who had the power. They were stone faced, watching me humiliate myself. When I was there, I shook my head, Molly nodded. I closed my eyes and came, then sat there breathing heavily. They tossed my skirt and top at me.
They took my panties and bra and went back to the table. I sat there on the commode dazed, as if I were trying to believe it didn’t happen. After collecting my wits, I returned to the table to a bunch of comments like … what took you so long, why are you so red-faced, etc. Molly none too discretely flashed my panties at me. I blushed; they did their usual silly giggles. When Linda laughed at my embarrassment, Stephanie and Rhonda took her to the restroom. I found out when she returned that she too had been stripped nude in the stall and made to frig. Truthfully the look on her face said more than words could have.
After lunch, we strolled over to V S and invaded the store. The deal was I’d buy each of the girls a pair of panties of their choosing and that was the limit of my budget. They roamed the panty displays like vultures, driving the sales clerk nuts in the process and each of the six selected something. Rhonda and Allison also bought lacy teddies with their own money. During this escapade the conversation got a little raunchier and soft comments that Linda and I weren’t wearing any panties which I’m quite sure the clerk heard. Each of the girls showed me what they selected, and then I paid.
We got to Linda’s; about a 10 minute drive away, around 2:15. They raided her stash of beer, wine and liquor. It wasn’t just a Molly, Stephanie and Rhonda show; the other 3 had joined the joking and did their share of flinging sexual comments at us. Cristal reminded me in great detail the first time she saw me naked and how she made me cumm.
We settled down in her small family room, the girls taking the available seats. I sat on the arm of the sofa next to. Rhonda went into great detail about Harper’s. The more they drank, the more Linda and I got groped and fondled. In short order, we both were naked. Although Molly, Stephanie and Rhonda have seen Linda and I have sex before their diabolical eyes, Kristen, Cristal and Alison had not. All of us went back to Linda’s bedroom. Stephanie played sex chorographer and had us get on the bed. They stood around the bed while Linda and I began kissed, sucking each others tits then working our way to a 69 position eating each other’s pussies and fingering assholes. We brought each other to a cumm then lay on the bed like we’d just finished the floor show at a strip joint.
The girls, now mostly naked, began to pile on the bed one by one. Kristen pushed her cunt into my face; Rhonda’s fingers were in my cunt. Stephanie and Cristal were on Linda. The bed got extremely crowded with a wiggling mass of tanned bodies. Linda and I were parallel to each other lying sideways across the bed. I could glance over and see her eating pussy and ass. She no doubt could do the same and confirmed that later. The word “erotic” doesn’t begin to describe the scene. I’d voluntarily spread my legs and remember Stephanie saying something about how horny my cunt looked. I experienced someone fucking me with dildos or spanking my cunt several times. I probably had 3 or 4 cumms; I can’t say exactly. The girls rotated between each of us and in and out of the bathroom to pee as necessary. Linda and I did too. Then it would start all over again, sometimes extremely intense, other times less so until Linda and I were both exhausted.
I rolled over and looked at the clock. It was 4:30. I think this had been going on for almost 2 hours in one form or the other. The room smelled like wall to wall sex. Kristen and Cristal cleaned up, dressed and left. Molly and Rhonda went into the kitchen for something to eat. Stephanie got Linda’s strappy and fucked her again.
Alison and I moved across the hall to the guest bedroom. We fell on the bed and kissed, until I began fondling her breasts. I told her she had about the most beautiful ass I’d ever seen, so shapely and womanly. I kissed her ass cheeks, massaged them and finally settled my face in between the cheeks and made love to her ass while she lay on her tummy, legs spread. I was in heaven and let her know it. She told me to work a finger in it and I responded immediately, fingering her ass, licking her rim and using my other hand on her pussy until she came. We relaxed and talked. She thinks its amazing an older woman is such a whore. She also will be starting college locally, majoring in biology. She spent the summer in New Zealand and Australia, lucky girl!
We went back into the main family room, munched and had a drink. Within the next few minutes the other 4 girls began cleaning up, I asked Alison for her panties which she gladly gave me. I got Rhonda’s, too. I have no idea where my bra and panties ended up. I helped Linda clean up, changed the sheets and threw out the empty beer bottles. I showered and dressed. Linda and I talked for a few minutes about how crazy things have become; however, neither of us can stop the madness. I left around 6:00. .
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Aug 1, 2010: Whitney uses Tonja and Me
Blog 10 08 01; Sunday at Tonja’s.
I arrived around 12:30, stripped in the garage and entered nude with my bag. Whitney and Tonja were there, Karen was with her dad for the weekend. They noticed the bruises and rope marks around my tits, the bruises around my butt and inner thighs; all from the session two days ago at Harper’s. We hugged and kissed but I could tell Whitney was in a cool (chilly) mood. She said obviously I had some things to tell them but she wanted details first about the vacation with Katrina. We stood in the kitchen and sipped wine while I related the vacation.
Then Whitney said something like … okay bruised tits and butt, what else? I started telling them things but Whitney stopped me. She got a metal folding chair and set it in the middle of the living room facing the sofa and told me to sit in the chair; they sat on the sofa. Then she asked me questions like what did I do Monday, Tuesday, etc. then I got to Thursday and related the conversation about my disagreement and losing alpha status, and the subsequent punishment that night. We got to Friday and I went through everything that happened. She and Tonja asked for the smallest of details and I embarrassingly related everything, the girls, Harper and Diane, the enema, the hook, the sex and the browning. This went on for quite a while and it became like an interrogation.
When there was nothing left to tell, no questions unanswered, Whitney said something to the effect, that ... because of all of this I’m to feel sorry for you and not have sex with you or enjoy your body? I started to explain but she told me to get my bag.
I returned to the living room with it. She told me to get out my butt plug, lube and handcuffs. Without saying a word I did. Tonja told her that using my ass again was uncalled for. Whitney told her mom to shut up; she did. You could have cut the air with a knife. Whitney told me to get on my face and knees, lube the plug and stuff my ass. Tonja started to say something but Whitney shot her a look. Tonja squirmed in her chair.
Whitney told me to do as I was told, that I could use as much lube as I wanted; she wasn’t a sadist. I lubed and slowly and painfully eased the plug up me until I got to the thickest part of the flare, just before the neck of the plug. Whitney kicked the end of the plug and drove the thing into me until it seated. I yelled. Tonja protested. Whitney told her to sit down and shut up. I was aching. Whitney cuffed my hands behind me and told me to sit back down in the metal folding chair again. I did and as you can imagine the pain was excruciating. She pulled my legs apart and told me to slide forward so my cunt was at the front edge of the chair. Then she tied my ankles to the outside of the legs of the chair.
Tonja told Whitney she was being abusive. Whitney turned to her mom and said … I told you to shut up and you didn’t; take your clothes off. The look on Tonja’s face would have stopped traffic. Although I saw her mouth move no words came out and but she started undressing. While she did Whitney told me they’d had a little decision making meeting while I was gone and her mom was no longer in charge of the household. Tonja couldn’t look me in the face. In a minute she’d removed her Sunday best and stood there naked. Whitney told her to go upstairs and get her plug. Tonja wanted to say something but she didn’t. she went upstairs and came back with a red butt plug, one I’d never seen before. Whitney had her bend over and she lubed and plugged her mother. I nearly came. Then Whitney took some rope out of my bag and tied her moms hands behind her back and stuffed my ball gag in her mouth. Whitney said that’ll keep you quiet, sit down. then she pulled Tonja’s legs apart and up so a leg was drapped over each arm of the chair and her pussy was wide open and lewdly displayed. She tied rope from her moms knees to the back legs of the chair. The way she did this gave me the impression she clearly owned her moms pussy. Tonja was so embarrassed she couldn’t look at me.
Whitney returned to me. In essence she said .. and I paraphrase, but as close to her words as I remember…
You take your black domme to the beach, that’s okay, she deserves special treatment.
If I have a disagreement with my white domme (her wording) and it stresses me so much I can’t see her. that’s wrong.
What is between my white domme and me is my business. If I lost alpha status, that’s not her problem. That’s between me and white domme. If white domme is fucking other whores, that’s not her (Whitney's) problem.
If my White domme tells me to see white girls for sex and tells me to get beat up by other white women; that’s wrong. A black girl should have done these things, beat me up, etc.
For the next 30days, if the white domme wants me to see any more white women for sex, I check in with her (W) first to see if it’s okay. She doesn’t want to stop anybody’s fun but she wants to have input.
She’ll create a yahoo for contact immediately.
Then she said she was going to beat my tits, she’d didn’t care how sore they were. She began slapping them, side to side, from underneath, slapping down on top, I was yelling. She took her moms panties off the floor and stuffed them in my mouth then took her moms hose and tied them in place. She kept beating them. All she would say was I'm guessing you’re going to be sore for a while. Then she slapped my pussy numerous times, with her hand. She untied me from the chair, left the cuffs on, and shoved me to the floor. She undressed then pulled my plug out and used the strappy to fuck my ass. She was as merciless as I’ve ever seen her. She pulled me over the sofa, removed my gag then had me eat her pussy, the whole time reminding me of my role in her life. When I’d brought her through at least three cumms, she presented me her ass, pulled her cheeks apart and had me tongue her asshole.
Then she had me knee walk over to where her mom sat tied in the chair. She fingered her mom a few times and pushed my face forward into Tonja’s cunt. I started licking and sucking her. Whitney put the strappy back on and began fucking my cunt. It was painfully sore but somehow I shoved that aside and had a cumm. Tonja had already had one and I brought her to a second one. She untied Tonja’s legs from the chair, took the gag out and pulled her mom to the floor, positioned me against the armchair so my face was in the seat and my ass pouched back. She made Tonja suck my asshole, telling her all the time if she was so concerned about my poor ass, some tongue bathing seemed appropriate. That finished the scene.
She had Tonja and I, still both cuffed and bound, go to the bathroom and sit at opposite ends of the tub and pee on each other. Then she pissed on both of us. While we sat in pee in the tub, she sat on the commode and talked about some things.
She told me that some things had changed around the household. She’d gotten Tonja to admit that she’d eaten me early in July. In her mind her mom was no longer capable of being in charge of anything except earning money. Tonja started to say something but Whitney told her to shut up. She told me she’d give me the details later. She also told me that Karen is not aware of Tonja’s status, yet, but she would be soon. She also told me if I mentioned this to Karen I’d be doomed. I promised her my silence. She also reminded me if I want to have sex with Tonja I have to ask her permission.
Whitney said she knew I was sore now, she really didn’t care but she’d give me some time to heal.
That concluded things. Tonja was forbidden to speak her mind and I could tell she was frustrated. I showered and thanked Whitney for her wisdom. I went to the garage and dressed. Truly the day had an ominous feel to it. .
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I arrived around 12:30, stripped in the garage and entered nude with my bag. Whitney and Tonja were there, Karen was with her dad for the weekend. They noticed the bruises and rope marks around my tits, the bruises around my butt and inner thighs; all from the session two days ago at Harper’s. We hugged and kissed but I could tell Whitney was in a cool (chilly) mood. She said obviously I had some things to tell them but she wanted details first about the vacation with Katrina. We stood in the kitchen and sipped wine while I related the vacation.
Then Whitney said something like … okay bruised tits and butt, what else? I started telling them things but Whitney stopped me. She got a metal folding chair and set it in the middle of the living room facing the sofa and told me to sit in the chair; they sat on the sofa. Then she asked me questions like what did I do Monday, Tuesday, etc. then I got to Thursday and related the conversation about my disagreement and losing alpha status, and the subsequent punishment that night. We got to Friday and I went through everything that happened. She and Tonja asked for the smallest of details and I embarrassingly related everything, the girls, Harper and Diane, the enema, the hook, the sex and the browning. This went on for quite a while and it became like an interrogation.
When there was nothing left to tell, no questions unanswered, Whitney said something to the effect, that ... because of all of this I’m to feel sorry for you and not have sex with you or enjoy your body? I started to explain but she told me to get my bag.
I returned to the living room with it. She told me to get out my butt plug, lube and handcuffs. Without saying a word I did. Tonja told her that using my ass again was uncalled for. Whitney told her mom to shut up; she did. You could have cut the air with a knife. Whitney told me to get on my face and knees, lube the plug and stuff my ass. Tonja started to say something but Whitney shot her a look. Tonja squirmed in her chair.
Whitney told me to do as I was told, that I could use as much lube as I wanted; she wasn’t a sadist. I lubed and slowly and painfully eased the plug up me until I got to the thickest part of the flare, just before the neck of the plug. Whitney kicked the end of the plug and drove the thing into me until it seated. I yelled. Tonja protested. Whitney told her to sit down and shut up. I was aching. Whitney cuffed my hands behind me and told me to sit back down in the metal folding chair again. I did and as you can imagine the pain was excruciating. She pulled my legs apart and told me to slide forward so my cunt was at the front edge of the chair. Then she tied my ankles to the outside of the legs of the chair.
Tonja told Whitney she was being abusive. Whitney turned to her mom and said … I told you to shut up and you didn’t; take your clothes off. The look on Tonja’s face would have stopped traffic. Although I saw her mouth move no words came out and but she started undressing. While she did Whitney told me they’d had a little decision making meeting while I was gone and her mom was no longer in charge of the household. Tonja couldn’t look me in the face. In a minute she’d removed her Sunday best and stood there naked. Whitney told her to go upstairs and get her plug. Tonja wanted to say something but she didn’t. she went upstairs and came back with a red butt plug, one I’d never seen before. Whitney had her bend over and she lubed and plugged her mother. I nearly came. Then Whitney took some rope out of my bag and tied her moms hands behind her back and stuffed my ball gag in her mouth. Whitney said that’ll keep you quiet, sit down. then she pulled Tonja’s legs apart and up so a leg was drapped over each arm of the chair and her pussy was wide open and lewdly displayed. She tied rope from her moms knees to the back legs of the chair. The way she did this gave me the impression she clearly owned her moms pussy. Tonja was so embarrassed she couldn’t look at me.
Whitney returned to me. In essence she said .. and I paraphrase, but as close to her words as I remember…
You take your black domme to the beach, that’s okay, she deserves special treatment.
If I have a disagreement with my white domme (her wording) and it stresses me so much I can’t see her. that’s wrong.
What is between my white domme and me is my business. If I lost alpha status, that’s not her problem. That’s between me and white domme. If white domme is fucking other whores, that’s not her (Whitney's) problem.
If my White domme tells me to see white girls for sex and tells me to get beat up by other white women; that’s wrong. A black girl should have done these things, beat me up, etc.
For the next 30days, if the white domme wants me to see any more white women for sex, I check in with her (W) first to see if it’s okay. She doesn’t want to stop anybody’s fun but she wants to have input.
She’ll create a yahoo for contact immediately.
Then she said she was going to beat my tits, she’d didn’t care how sore they were. She began slapping them, side to side, from underneath, slapping down on top, I was yelling. She took her moms panties off the floor and stuffed them in my mouth then took her moms hose and tied them in place. She kept beating them. All she would say was I'm guessing you’re going to be sore for a while. Then she slapped my pussy numerous times, with her hand. She untied me from the chair, left the cuffs on, and shoved me to the floor. She undressed then pulled my plug out and used the strappy to fuck my ass. She was as merciless as I’ve ever seen her. She pulled me over the sofa, removed my gag then had me eat her pussy, the whole time reminding me of my role in her life. When I’d brought her through at least three cumms, she presented me her ass, pulled her cheeks apart and had me tongue her asshole.
Then she had me knee walk over to where her mom sat tied in the chair. She fingered her mom a few times and pushed my face forward into Tonja’s cunt. I started licking and sucking her. Whitney put the strappy back on and began fucking my cunt. It was painfully sore but somehow I shoved that aside and had a cumm. Tonja had already had one and I brought her to a second one. She untied Tonja’s legs from the chair, took the gag out and pulled her mom to the floor, positioned me against the armchair so my face was in the seat and my ass pouched back. She made Tonja suck my asshole, telling her all the time if she was so concerned about my poor ass, some tongue bathing seemed appropriate. That finished the scene.
She had Tonja and I, still both cuffed and bound, go to the bathroom and sit at opposite ends of the tub and pee on each other. Then she pissed on both of us. While we sat in pee in the tub, she sat on the commode and talked about some things.
She told me that some things had changed around the household. She’d gotten Tonja to admit that she’d eaten me early in July. In her mind her mom was no longer capable of being in charge of anything except earning money. Tonja started to say something but Whitney told her to shut up. She told me she’d give me the details later. She also told me that Karen is not aware of Tonja’s status, yet, but she would be soon. She also told me if I mentioned this to Karen I’d be doomed. I promised her my silence. She also reminded me if I want to have sex with Tonja I have to ask her permission.
Whitney said she knew I was sore now, she really didn’t care but she’d give me some time to heal.
That concluded things. Tonja was forbidden to speak her mind and I could tell she was frustrated. I showered and thanked Whitney for her wisdom. I went to the garage and dressed. Truly the day had an ominous feel to it. .
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Monday, August 2, 2010
July 30, 2010: Home and Harper's
I followed Jody’s instructions; texted Rhonda and told her where she’d find the front door key, then went back to the lower level and waited in the cage. About 30 minutes later, she and Stephanie entered, came downstairs and found me sitting in the unlocked cage. After poking fun at me, they told me to get out and saw “Jody’s whore” written on my swollen tits and “Rhonda’s ass” scrawled on my butt. They laughed at my bruised tits and the plug in my ass, and I had to tell them why this happened and that I was supposed to be at Harper’s by 2:00. Stephanie called Harper and went upstairs to talk. Rhonda stayed and I sucked her.Stephanie came back and said Harper told her I was in big trouble and she’d explain when we got there. Stephanie stripped and I went to her and licked her pussy and ass until she came. They had me crawl around on all fours making animal noises; cat, dog, pig... They started this diabolical routine of switching back and forth from animal to animal so fast that I couldn’t keep up, I’d get confused on the noises and they'd slap me or hit me with my crop on my thighs, tits, and butt and crawling the whole time. Finally I had to kneel up and beg for more pussy. They called the game humiliate the whore. Stephanie fucked my cunt with the strappy and then I ate them again.
Harper called again and all I heard was, yes we can come now. They gave me the phone and Harper told me to realistically evaluate my time. She wanted me for more than a few hours and asked me to make arrangements to be gone at least until dark.
We went up to my bedroom and they dressed me in that white cotton gauzy dress Lachandra made last summer. In bright sunlight you can see straight through that dress. That’s all I wore except for heels. I took a change of clothes, not knowing exactly when I’d get back. Rhonda and I drove in my car, Stephanie followed in hers. On the way over there (its 30 minutes or more) we stopped to get take out at a cheap café. That’s when I im’ed you, Jody. We got our order and left as quickly as we could; some bozo was way too interested in me and thought the girls were my daughters. We took the food over to Harper’s shop. A girl named Diane, whom she introduced her as her former soul mate, was with her. Diane’s blonde, about my height but chunky, about a size 12-14 I’d guess but with a good figure. She had on tight lime green shorts, a tee and flip flops. Diane said she’d heard tons about me. We ate the take out stuff. When we finished, Harper had me remove the dress and heels. Their comments were wicked when they saw the writing, the plug and my abused tits. Diane seemed to like what she saw and felt me up. Harper examined my abused tits and said I did a good job.
She wanted me to explain to everybody about losing alpha status. I hesitated at first because I considered that somewhat private information but she told me either I’d talk or they’d beat it out of me. I briefly explained my recent feelings of uncertainty, my challenging behavior and admitted to using the blog inappropriately. Finally, I told them about Thursday’s conversation and the punishment that night; hence the bruised tits. Diane laughed at all this and said something to the effect that I sounded worse than her. to which Harper said, no you were worse by far. Harper told the others about conversations on FB with you, Jody. She told Diane I was a good cunt licking whore, but like some subs, misguided at times. The girls related what they’d done to me earlier in the morning, the games they’d played, etc. Harper scoffed that I needed serious discipline, not games. Stephanie turned beet red.
Harper had enough small talk. She handcuffed my wrists in front of me, put a collar around my neck and attached a chain as a lead. She bent me over and eased the plug out that had been in all morning. Predictably it was nasty and she smeared a line of faint residue between my upper lip and my nose. Every time I inhaled I smelled it. She wiped the plug over my face and tits to get the rest of the residue off. She showed me the anal hook then laughed that she couldn’t put her pristine hook in my dirty ass.
I knew where this was going and watched as she got an enema bag, filled it with warm water, soap, a beer and shook it up. My eyes were glued on everything she was doing. She led me out the back door of her shop. We went about 15 steps into a large field of overgrown weeds and scrub bushes with woods behind that. There are no houses anywhere close. She had me kneel in the weeds, pushed my face and shoulders to the ground and had me spread my knees as wide as I could. She lubed me and began the enema, drawing it out forever until I was moaning, sweating, baking in the 90 degree heat. They stood around snickering as I moaned and begged to release. Finally she told me to release and I spewed everywhere. She told me to piss. She went back inside, the others stayed. Diane carried on conversation with the girls and they talked about my shitty mess. Flies and bugs were drawn to my mess and were all over my body and my ass; it was horrible. I felt the effects of the beer. She came back with the bag filled again with clean water and reinserted the nozzle and repeated the process. She made me hold the second one longer until I was in agony. She let me expel and was satisfied that I was cleaned out. They wiped me off with a wet towel and led me back inside.
Once inside, Diane gave me some deep looks and I found myself constantly staring at her thighs, cunt and ass. Her body is thick, particularly her thighs but she’s muscular and that was getting to me. Both she and Harper picked up on it. She came over and walked slowly around me like she was examining a piece of furniture, tracing her fingernails over me when she wanted to. She sat on one of the work tables and slid her shorts down exposing a pair of sheer panties that were damp and matted in her crotch. She told me it was from seeing me take the enema because she loves ass things. She slid them off, wiped them over my face and nose, had me lick and suck them then guided me to my knees in front of her. I started licking and her aroma and taste drove me crazy; that, plus her well trimmed bush. She took the rest of her clothes off while I ate her and pushed me back so I could get a look at her entire body and I was in love; big breasts, huge soft pink nipples and a stud in her navel. I ran my cuffed hands over her body. She moved my mouth from her pussy to her tits and I cupped her, licked her and sucked her nipples until she guided my face back to her cunt. She whispered that she loves the image of an older woman being forced into servitude. When she got close she pulled her lips apart and had me tongue her clit repeatedly and insert 2 fingers inside her. She screamed, squirted at me and came, then lay back on the table and held her cheeks apart for me to suck her rose until she came again.
Harper came over and slid me away from Diane. She’d undressed, put on a strappy, turned me so I could suck it, then she fucked my mouth. Diane stood beside her and watched, as did the girls who were also undressed by this time. Harper put me face down on the table with my feet on the floor, legs spread, lubed the strappy and methodically raped my ass with this huge dildo. Diane had crawled up on the table and scooted her cunt up to my face and had me eat her again. She squeezed her thighs around my head, trapping me against her cunt. All I could do was lick her and while I felt the constant ramming in my ass. Harper fucked my ass until I thought I’d die. She withdrew and the others came over and looked at my distended hole. Stephanie wanted to fuck my ass and Harper let her then told her to fuck my cunt which she did until I came. I lay against the table trying to recoup.
Harper came over and showed me the hook again and had me kiss it, open my mouth and suck on the ball of the hook. She told me this was going to be a part of me for a long time. She tied my wrists and upper arms behind me with a thick, course rope.
She had me stand and moved me to a particular spot in the shop, had me bend, lubed my ass and pushed the hook up me. she ran a rope through the eyelet end of the hook and threw it over an overhead wooden beam and pulled on the rope until the hook was way up my ass, firmly embedded, then tied the rope off to a nearby post. She bunched my hair behind me like a pony tail, tied another rope around my pony tail several times and threw that rope over the beam, pulled it tight it until I was painfully standing upright. She tied that off also to the post, then made some adjustments to the ropes. Then for true diabolical purposes she ran another shorter rope through my hair, tied it around the pony tail also and brought the ends down to the eyelet end of the hook and tied them there. When she finished there was no conceivable way the hook would budge, I was in dire agony and the hook felt like it was halfway up my insides.
She stood back and surveyed her work, they commented about things. Harper asked if I was comfortable. I really wasn’t but I nodded. She told me she wasn’t after comfort. She came back with a ring gag and forced that in my mouth and buckled it behind my head. She stepped back and survey things again and decided she wanted to see more of my cunt. So she got some more ropes and tied one around each ankle and separated my legs and tied the ropes off to objects in the shop. When she separated my legs my body sank about an inch onto the hook and I screamed into the gag. She laughed and pulled my legs wider until they must have been about 4 feet apart.
She liked this position; it gave me a lot of agony and exposed my cunt more. She picked up a whip and went after my butt and thighs which made me try to avoid the strokes. That was stupid. Every time I moved my hips the hook in my ass cut deeper against me. She knew it. Diane came over with a crop and attacked my tits which were already bruised and swollen from Thursday night. None of that seemed to matter. She concluded with a severe beating on my ass.
Harper said they needed to go over to the house to cool off in the good air conditioner. They threw on some clothes. I was petrified and mumbled through the gag, begged them not to leave. They ignored me and said they’d be back in a few minutes, laughed at me not to go anywhere.
I felt like a piece of meat. Her shop is not air conditioned. It’s got some kind of a chiller and some big fans to circulate air but that doesn’t keep the place cool. It was mid 90’s outside and must have been not much cooler than that in her shop. When they shut the shop door, I was livid. Sweat was pouring down me like a river and my drool from the ring gag was streaking down my chin, down between my tits over my tummy even to my cunt. I stayed like that until they returned with a bucket of ice, a bottle of rum and bottles of coke. They sat around the shop and talked. Stephanie wanted to call some friends over and turn this into a gang bang party. Harper chided Stephanie for constantly talking and planning but never carrying it out. But she said today wasn’t the right time because of Diane being here and wanting to give her adequate time to fuck with me.
Stephanie challenged Harper as to why she couldn’t bring friends over now? Harper called her a little cunt, backhanded her and shoved her over to a bench then ripped her shorts and top off. Then she stripped, told Diane and Rhonda to strip and forced Stephanie to her knees and shoved her sweet young face into her cunt. Diane came over and tied Stephanie’s hands behind her. When Harper finished using Stephanie’s face, cumming and pissing all over her, she and Diane took the little Goth over to a bench and fucked her pussy and ass with a strappy. The sight of that dildo going in and out of those skinny little hips was mesmerizing. The whole time Rhonda did nothing. When they finished fucking her they brought her over in front of me and had her eat my cunt. Stephanie was protesting like crazy but she dropped to her knees and did it. I had an orgasm that rocked me all over. They tied her ankles together and left her on the floor in a corner of the shop.
Harper sat with her feet on Stephanie and smoked a joint. Diane came over to me and began stroking me, pulling my nipples and taunting me. Then she took thin cords and started winding them around my tits. When she finished my tits were like two fat cones of purple. She put pins on my nipples and asked me if this is what I did last night, I nodded. She slapped me called me a sick bitch and fingered my cunt until I came. Harper asked if I felt so high and mighty now, referring to my actions about the blog and such during the week. I shook my head no. She told me I was just a cunt and a slut and challenging a domme was stupid and she’d promised to treat me like a fuckpig.
Both she and Diane whipped me again; Rhonda did, too, mostly on my tummy, butt thighs and legs. They removed the cords and pins and whipped my tits until I was howling and crying. Harper asked if I knew my place now. I nodded.
They began untying me and let me down. All ropes and the gag were removed but collar and chain around my neck stayed on. They took the hook out of my ass and let me sit and drink, rubbed my arms and body. I felt like a noodle for a few minutes. Then Harper told me to piss on Stephanie. Stephanie was in panic mode. But I gladly walked over and anointed her from head to cunt and smiled while I did it. They told Rhonda to do the same but she wasn’t sure about it. When Harper threatened to shove the hook up her ass and string her up like they’d done me, Rhonda quickly went over and pissed. She had Stephanie eat Rhonda, too.
Diane started fondling me and we ended up on the table. I sucked her pussy again and did a long session on her ass, really getting my tongue into her hole. Harper came over and I ate her in much the same way. When we finished they had me suck Rhonda again. We untied Stephanie who by now was somewhere between meek as a lamb and mad as a hornet. I sat on a bench between Harper and Diane who both played with me. Stephanie was really pouting and she and Harper talked in private, then Rhonda joined them. While they did Diane had my head between her legs again and I was kissing her pussy when Harper called her over. The four of them talked and I got the impression things were okay again between Harper and Stephanie.
Harper came over and told me the girls would have to leave soon since Rhonda had a date tonight but there was some unfinished business before they left. She took the ropes and tied my hands behind me. Stephanie came over and slapped my face and punched me in the tummy. She told me she had a score to settle with me because I pissed on her and laughed while I did it. She said that to get back at me she was going to brown me. I said “no way.” But Harper pulled an old canvas drop cloth out of a bin in the shop and spread it on the floor. They all pushed me down on it and crossed my ankles and tied them tight. Harper lubed my ass again and slid the hook in, then ran a rope from the eyelet end to my hair and wound it through until my neck was craned back. Then she bent my legs back, tied a short rope from my ankles to my hands so I was in a hog tie position, something I don’t think anyone had done to me in years. I could barely wiggle. They rolled me on my right side and Harper passed out the suppositories. Rhonda refused; said she just couldn’t. In a few minutes Stephanie squatted over me and crapped mostly on my shoulder and left tit which slid down my front and neck. She laughed when she saw what she’d done. Diane went next and squatted right down on my hip and shit. Harper hugged her then she positioned herself over my tummy and shit towards my face. I was at the point of tears..
Harper and Diane rolled me over so the front of my body was in the mess and they slid me around, back and forth until shit was everywhere. I kept my head lifted but she put her foot on my head and pushed my face down in the smeared shit. She and Diane took two corners of the drop cloth, the two closest to my head, and dragged the cloth with me in it across the shop floor and out the back door. They kept going about 20-25 feet into the field. The four of them pissed on me; that made things messier and Harper reached her hand down and even smeared it around. I cried out to please stop the madness but they didn’t and there was nothing I could do. The drop cloth had eyelets, metal rings, sewn into each of the four corners and they ran a rope through all the corner rings and drew then together until I resembled a loosely tied bundle. Harper told me to enjoy myself that they were going back inside. I begged them not to and to let me out. That made no difference and they fucking left me in that bundle of shit and piss. I was mad as I’ve ever been. I cried. It was still blazing hot and inside the bundle it must have been a100 degrees. I would cry then call out for them to come get me until finally I realized that was useless.
I have no idea at the time how long I was there. I heard Stephanie’s voice telling me she and Rhonda were going and she hoped I stayed there forever and her only regret was there weren’t a dozen girls there to shit on me. I didn’t answer. I heard their car leave and I figured Harper would come get me. but she didn’t. flies and bugs were everywhere. That was as bad as what I was laying it.
I kept begging for Harper or Diane to come get me; nobody responded. Harper finally came out and asked me how I was enjoying my afternoon. I asked her to please let me out. She said no and went back inside. Sometime later she came back and asked me again if I was enjoying myself. I said no, please let me out. She answered by saying I was not the first person she’d done this to and as bad as I might think this is, there are worse things. I didn’t dare ask what. She told me she’d let me out but I have to agree to spend a weekend of their choosing with her and Diane and maybe a couple of other friends. I quickly agreed. She dragged the drop cloth back closer to the shop and untied the ropes making it a bundle, then untied me and removed the hook. She pulled a hose around the corner of the shed and hosed me off. finally I stood up, wobbly but stumbled back into the shop. I collapsed.
She and Diane lifted me and carried me through the shop and into her house where it was cool. I drank some water, slowly at first, until I was feeling okay. They helped me to the shower and I sat on a bench inside the shower and washed off. When I came out I lay on harpers bed. She and Diane rubbed me and Harper actually frigged me off slowly while I sucked Diane’s tits. Then I fell asleep. I woke up around 7:30 pm and felt better. Best I can figure I slept nearly two hours. They went to my car and got the change of clothes I’d brought to wear home. Somebody had retrieved my dress and heels from the shop. We ate some left over roast and veggies but it was dynamite and I drank tons of water.
Diane told me she loved seeing an older woman being treated like shit. She said while I was tied up in the field in the drop cloth, after the girls left, she and Harper fucked nonstop. They even opened the back door to the shop so they could hear me moaning and begging and it was like an instant turn on and made her orgasms stronger. I guess the deal is Harper loves to do somewhat sadistic things and Diane loves to watch someone being put through intense situations. FYI, Diane is divorced, 28 and lived with Harper for about two years then they broke up. Now they’re contemplating getting back together.
I left there around 8:30. I am bruised and fucked out.
Harper called again and all I heard was, yes we can come now. They gave me the phone and Harper told me to realistically evaluate my time. She wanted me for more than a few hours and asked me to make arrangements to be gone at least until dark.
We went up to my bedroom and they dressed me in that white cotton gauzy dress Lachandra made last summer. In bright sunlight you can see straight through that dress. That’s all I wore except for heels. I took a change of clothes, not knowing exactly when I’d get back. Rhonda and I drove in my car, Stephanie followed in hers. On the way over there (its 30 minutes or more) we stopped to get take out at a cheap café. That’s when I im’ed you, Jody. We got our order and left as quickly as we could; some bozo was way too interested in me and thought the girls were my daughters. We took the food over to Harper’s shop. A girl named Diane, whom she introduced her as her former soul mate, was with her. Diane’s blonde, about my height but chunky, about a size 12-14 I’d guess but with a good figure. She had on tight lime green shorts, a tee and flip flops. Diane said she’d heard tons about me. We ate the take out stuff. When we finished, Harper had me remove the dress and heels. Their comments were wicked when they saw the writing, the plug and my abused tits. Diane seemed to like what she saw and felt me up. Harper examined my abused tits and said I did a good job.
She wanted me to explain to everybody about losing alpha status. I hesitated at first because I considered that somewhat private information but she told me either I’d talk or they’d beat it out of me. I briefly explained my recent feelings of uncertainty, my challenging behavior and admitted to using the blog inappropriately. Finally, I told them about Thursday’s conversation and the punishment that night; hence the bruised tits. Diane laughed at all this and said something to the effect that I sounded worse than her. to which Harper said, no you were worse by far. Harper told the others about conversations on FB with you, Jody. She told Diane I was a good cunt licking whore, but like some subs, misguided at times. The girls related what they’d done to me earlier in the morning, the games they’d played, etc. Harper scoffed that I needed serious discipline, not games. Stephanie turned beet red.
Harper had enough small talk. She handcuffed my wrists in front of me, put a collar around my neck and attached a chain as a lead. She bent me over and eased the plug out that had been in all morning. Predictably it was nasty and she smeared a line of faint residue between my upper lip and my nose. Every time I inhaled I smelled it. She wiped the plug over my face and tits to get the rest of the residue off. She showed me the anal hook then laughed that she couldn’t put her pristine hook in my dirty ass.
I knew where this was going and watched as she got an enema bag, filled it with warm water, soap, a beer and shook it up. My eyes were glued on everything she was doing. She led me out the back door of her shop. We went about 15 steps into a large field of overgrown weeds and scrub bushes with woods behind that. There are no houses anywhere close. She had me kneel in the weeds, pushed my face and shoulders to the ground and had me spread my knees as wide as I could. She lubed me and began the enema, drawing it out forever until I was moaning, sweating, baking in the 90 degree heat. They stood around snickering as I moaned and begged to release. Finally she told me to release and I spewed everywhere. She told me to piss. She went back inside, the others stayed. Diane carried on conversation with the girls and they talked about my shitty mess. Flies and bugs were drawn to my mess and were all over my body and my ass; it was horrible. I felt the effects of the beer. She came back with the bag filled again with clean water and reinserted the nozzle and repeated the process. She made me hold the second one longer until I was in agony. She let me expel and was satisfied that I was cleaned out. They wiped me off with a wet towel and led me back inside.
Once inside, Diane gave me some deep looks and I found myself constantly staring at her thighs, cunt and ass. Her body is thick, particularly her thighs but she’s muscular and that was getting to me. Both she and Harper picked up on it. She came over and walked slowly around me like she was examining a piece of furniture, tracing her fingernails over me when she wanted to. She sat on one of the work tables and slid her shorts down exposing a pair of sheer panties that were damp and matted in her crotch. She told me it was from seeing me take the enema because she loves ass things. She slid them off, wiped them over my face and nose, had me lick and suck them then guided me to my knees in front of her. I started licking and her aroma and taste drove me crazy; that, plus her well trimmed bush. She took the rest of her clothes off while I ate her and pushed me back so I could get a look at her entire body and I was in love; big breasts, huge soft pink nipples and a stud in her navel. I ran my cuffed hands over her body. She moved my mouth from her pussy to her tits and I cupped her, licked her and sucked her nipples until she guided my face back to her cunt. She whispered that she loves the image of an older woman being forced into servitude. When she got close she pulled her lips apart and had me tongue her clit repeatedly and insert 2 fingers inside her. She screamed, squirted at me and came, then lay back on the table and held her cheeks apart for me to suck her rose until she came again.
Harper came over and slid me away from Diane. She’d undressed, put on a strappy, turned me so I could suck it, then she fucked my mouth. Diane stood beside her and watched, as did the girls who were also undressed by this time. Harper put me face down on the table with my feet on the floor, legs spread, lubed the strappy and methodically raped my ass with this huge dildo. Diane had crawled up on the table and scooted her cunt up to my face and had me eat her again. She squeezed her thighs around my head, trapping me against her cunt. All I could do was lick her and while I felt the constant ramming in my ass. Harper fucked my ass until I thought I’d die. She withdrew and the others came over and looked at my distended hole. Stephanie wanted to fuck my ass and Harper let her then told her to fuck my cunt which she did until I came. I lay against the table trying to recoup.
Harper came over and showed me the hook again and had me kiss it, open my mouth and suck on the ball of the hook. She told me this was going to be a part of me for a long time. She tied my wrists and upper arms behind me with a thick, course rope.
She had me stand and moved me to a particular spot in the shop, had me bend, lubed my ass and pushed the hook up me. she ran a rope through the eyelet end of the hook and threw it over an overhead wooden beam and pulled on the rope until the hook was way up my ass, firmly embedded, then tied the rope off to a nearby post. She bunched my hair behind me like a pony tail, tied another rope around my pony tail several times and threw that rope over the beam, pulled it tight it until I was painfully standing upright. She tied that off also to the post, then made some adjustments to the ropes. Then for true diabolical purposes she ran another shorter rope through my hair, tied it around the pony tail also and brought the ends down to the eyelet end of the hook and tied them there. When she finished there was no conceivable way the hook would budge, I was in dire agony and the hook felt like it was halfway up my insides.
She stood back and surveyed her work, they commented about things. Harper asked if I was comfortable. I really wasn’t but I nodded. She told me she wasn’t after comfort. She came back with a ring gag and forced that in my mouth and buckled it behind my head. She stepped back and survey things again and decided she wanted to see more of my cunt. So she got some more ropes and tied one around each ankle and separated my legs and tied the ropes off to objects in the shop. When she separated my legs my body sank about an inch onto the hook and I screamed into the gag. She laughed and pulled my legs wider until they must have been about 4 feet apart.
She liked this position; it gave me a lot of agony and exposed my cunt more. She picked up a whip and went after my butt and thighs which made me try to avoid the strokes. That was stupid. Every time I moved my hips the hook in my ass cut deeper against me. She knew it. Diane came over with a crop and attacked my tits which were already bruised and swollen from Thursday night. None of that seemed to matter. She concluded with a severe beating on my ass.
Harper said they needed to go over to the house to cool off in the good air conditioner. They threw on some clothes. I was petrified and mumbled through the gag, begged them not to leave. They ignored me and said they’d be back in a few minutes, laughed at me not to go anywhere.
I felt like a piece of meat. Her shop is not air conditioned. It’s got some kind of a chiller and some big fans to circulate air but that doesn’t keep the place cool. It was mid 90’s outside and must have been not much cooler than that in her shop. When they shut the shop door, I was livid. Sweat was pouring down me like a river and my drool from the ring gag was streaking down my chin, down between my tits over my tummy even to my cunt. I stayed like that until they returned with a bucket of ice, a bottle of rum and bottles of coke. They sat around the shop and talked. Stephanie wanted to call some friends over and turn this into a gang bang party. Harper chided Stephanie for constantly talking and planning but never carrying it out. But she said today wasn’t the right time because of Diane being here and wanting to give her adequate time to fuck with me.
Stephanie challenged Harper as to why she couldn’t bring friends over now? Harper called her a little cunt, backhanded her and shoved her over to a bench then ripped her shorts and top off. Then she stripped, told Diane and Rhonda to strip and forced Stephanie to her knees and shoved her sweet young face into her cunt. Diane came over and tied Stephanie’s hands behind her. When Harper finished using Stephanie’s face, cumming and pissing all over her, she and Diane took the little Goth over to a bench and fucked her pussy and ass with a strappy. The sight of that dildo going in and out of those skinny little hips was mesmerizing. The whole time Rhonda did nothing. When they finished fucking her they brought her over in front of me and had her eat my cunt. Stephanie was protesting like crazy but she dropped to her knees and did it. I had an orgasm that rocked me all over. They tied her ankles together and left her on the floor in a corner of the shop.
Harper sat with her feet on Stephanie and smoked a joint. Diane came over to me and began stroking me, pulling my nipples and taunting me. Then she took thin cords and started winding them around my tits. When she finished my tits were like two fat cones of purple. She put pins on my nipples and asked me if this is what I did last night, I nodded. She slapped me called me a sick bitch and fingered my cunt until I came. Harper asked if I felt so high and mighty now, referring to my actions about the blog and such during the week. I shook my head no. She told me I was just a cunt and a slut and challenging a domme was stupid and she’d promised to treat me like a fuckpig.
Both she and Diane whipped me again; Rhonda did, too, mostly on my tummy, butt thighs and legs. They removed the cords and pins and whipped my tits until I was howling and crying. Harper asked if I knew my place now. I nodded.
They began untying me and let me down. All ropes and the gag were removed but collar and chain around my neck stayed on. They took the hook out of my ass and let me sit and drink, rubbed my arms and body. I felt like a noodle for a few minutes. Then Harper told me to piss on Stephanie. Stephanie was in panic mode. But I gladly walked over and anointed her from head to cunt and smiled while I did it. They told Rhonda to do the same but she wasn’t sure about it. When Harper threatened to shove the hook up her ass and string her up like they’d done me, Rhonda quickly went over and pissed. She had Stephanie eat Rhonda, too.
Diane started fondling me and we ended up on the table. I sucked her pussy again and did a long session on her ass, really getting my tongue into her hole. Harper came over and I ate her in much the same way. When we finished they had me suck Rhonda again. We untied Stephanie who by now was somewhere between meek as a lamb and mad as a hornet. I sat on a bench between Harper and Diane who both played with me. Stephanie was really pouting and she and Harper talked in private, then Rhonda joined them. While they did Diane had my head between her legs again and I was kissing her pussy when Harper called her over. The four of them talked and I got the impression things were okay again between Harper and Stephanie.
Harper came over and told me the girls would have to leave soon since Rhonda had a date tonight but there was some unfinished business before they left. She took the ropes and tied my hands behind me. Stephanie came over and slapped my face and punched me in the tummy. She told me she had a score to settle with me because I pissed on her and laughed while I did it. She said that to get back at me she was going to brown me. I said “no way.” But Harper pulled an old canvas drop cloth out of a bin in the shop and spread it on the floor. They all pushed me down on it and crossed my ankles and tied them tight. Harper lubed my ass again and slid the hook in, then ran a rope from the eyelet end to my hair and wound it through until my neck was craned back. Then she bent my legs back, tied a short rope from my ankles to my hands so I was in a hog tie position, something I don’t think anyone had done to me in years. I could barely wiggle. They rolled me on my right side and Harper passed out the suppositories. Rhonda refused; said she just couldn’t. In a few minutes Stephanie squatted over me and crapped mostly on my shoulder and left tit which slid down my front and neck. She laughed when she saw what she’d done. Diane went next and squatted right down on my hip and shit. Harper hugged her then she positioned herself over my tummy and shit towards my face. I was at the point of tears..
Harper and Diane rolled me over so the front of my body was in the mess and they slid me around, back and forth until shit was everywhere. I kept my head lifted but she put her foot on my head and pushed my face down in the smeared shit. She and Diane took two corners of the drop cloth, the two closest to my head, and dragged the cloth with me in it across the shop floor and out the back door. They kept going about 20-25 feet into the field. The four of them pissed on me; that made things messier and Harper reached her hand down and even smeared it around. I cried out to please stop the madness but they didn’t and there was nothing I could do. The drop cloth had eyelets, metal rings, sewn into each of the four corners and they ran a rope through all the corner rings and drew then together until I resembled a loosely tied bundle. Harper told me to enjoy myself that they were going back inside. I begged them not to and to let me out. That made no difference and they fucking left me in that bundle of shit and piss. I was mad as I’ve ever been. I cried. It was still blazing hot and inside the bundle it must have been a100 degrees. I would cry then call out for them to come get me until finally I realized that was useless.
I have no idea at the time how long I was there. I heard Stephanie’s voice telling me she and Rhonda were going and she hoped I stayed there forever and her only regret was there weren’t a dozen girls there to shit on me. I didn’t answer. I heard their car leave and I figured Harper would come get me. but she didn’t. flies and bugs were everywhere. That was as bad as what I was laying it.
I kept begging for Harper or Diane to come get me; nobody responded. Harper finally came out and asked me how I was enjoying my afternoon. I asked her to please let me out. She said no and went back inside. Sometime later she came back and asked me again if I was enjoying myself. I said no, please let me out. She answered by saying I was not the first person she’d done this to and as bad as I might think this is, there are worse things. I didn’t dare ask what. She told me she’d let me out but I have to agree to spend a weekend of their choosing with her and Diane and maybe a couple of other friends. I quickly agreed. She dragged the drop cloth back closer to the shop and untied the ropes making it a bundle, then untied me and removed the hook. She pulled a hose around the corner of the shed and hosed me off. finally I stood up, wobbly but stumbled back into the shop. I collapsed.
She and Diane lifted me and carried me through the shop and into her house where it was cool. I drank some water, slowly at first, until I was feeling okay. They helped me to the shower and I sat on a bench inside the shower and washed off. When I came out I lay on harpers bed. She and Diane rubbed me and Harper actually frigged me off slowly while I sucked Diane’s tits. Then I fell asleep. I woke up around 7:30 pm and felt better. Best I can figure I slept nearly two hours. They went to my car and got the change of clothes I’d brought to wear home. Somebody had retrieved my dress and heels from the shop. We ate some left over roast and veggies but it was dynamite and I drank tons of water.
Diane told me she loved seeing an older woman being treated like shit. She said while I was tied up in the field in the drop cloth, after the girls left, she and Harper fucked nonstop. They even opened the back door to the shop so they could hear me moaning and begging and it was like an instant turn on and made her orgasms stronger. I guess the deal is Harper loves to do somewhat sadistic things and Diane loves to watch someone being put through intense situations. FYI, Diane is divorced, 28 and lived with Harper for about two years then they broke up. Now they’re contemplating getting back together.
I left there around 8:30. I am bruised and fucked out.
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