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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