Apr 25, 2011: Kim here

This morning I showered, made my pussy smooth and took great care with my makeup to look as alluring as possible for Kim.

She arrived about 1230 and I met her at the door naked. We hugged in the foyer and were all over each other. Before we’d said 10 words I was on my knees and had unzipped her jeans, pulled her panties down and had my mouth on her cunt. She leaned against the console table in the foyer and I began savoring her, wrapping my arms around her slender hips and massaging her hole while I ate her off. She pulled me to my feet, we kissed again and I removed the rest of her clothes. She called me a fucking cunt and asked how badly I wanted it. I told her I was climbing the walls.

She had me fix her a drink, vodka and cranberry juice, and one for myself. She sent me upstairs to get my bag and when I came down she had me give her some rope. When I did she spun me around and tied my wrists behind me extremely tight. I didn’t care.

She led me down the entry hall to the stairs that lead upstairs. There’s 9 steps, a landing, a 90 degree turn to the right, up two more steps, another landing, another 90 degree right turn and 5 more steps. She had me go to the first landing and sit. She got more rope, raised my legs and tied my ankles to each side of the banister and handrail. My legs were much higher than my head and in a V; my cunt was wide open.

She started talking seductively to me, punctuating her talk with dirty words. I told her I was hers. She got a small pussy flogger, the short crop, some other toys and the strappy out of my bag and positioned herself about 4 steps below where I was sitting. She flogged my cunt lightly then would add a harder smack with the crop. She repeated that rhythm until I was squirming. When the crop would hit my cunt it’d make a loud smack against my oozing cunt. She hit my cunt harder and asked me why all this talk about buying her girls gift cards. She kept hitting me and asking if I was trying to seduce her girls. I said no, I was trying to be nice, that Kammy wanted me to do it and let her know I was always available to her. She called me a liar and said that was the most non-answer she’d ever heard. She really hit my cunt and a few smacks of the crop on my slightly exposed asshole. She said tell her the truth; I said I’d do anything for her and the girls she wanted.

She said her girls already figured out I was probably a slut; she just hadn’t decided to confirm their suspicions, how far to take it and if I was worthy of them. She got a clothes pin and snapped it on my clit. I moaned. She kept talking and added two pins on each labia and one on each of my nipples. I was in agony. She took thin string and looped it through the center of each pin on my nipples and tied the string from my left nipple pin to the banister on the left side of me, pulling it taunt and tying it off. She did the same to the right nipple pin. I was sweating and moaning. She teased the underside of my clit with my vibe and told me I better not cumm. She knew I loved slutting and exposing myself to anyone who’d look regardless of age. I was lost at that point and said yes.

She scooted past me, went upstairs and came back with my enema bag, a box of suppositories and some towels. She worked a towel under my upper body and spread the others on the steps below me. She went into the kitchen, filled the bag, came back and lubed my asshole with my cunt juices. She took a rope and tied the bag to the banister on the 5 upper steps and slid the nozzle in my hole. I was grimacing and by now was sweating. My cunt and nipples were throbbing. She inserted two suppositories in her own ass and by now I knew what was coming. She filled me a little at a time, laughing at my groaning. She told me I was her shit whore and would always be.

Finally she filled me and removed the nozzle and said I would shit for her and take hers. I nodded. She removed the pins from my nipples, straddled me and squatted over my body and told me to beg for a cumm. I yelled out everything I could think of to say. She touched the side of my clit with the vibe and I lost it; everything. I screamed and spewed my mess everywhere, exploded in a series of cumms, squirt and piss like everything in my body had to come out. As I did, she shit her mess over my upper body and face. I kept cumming. She removed all the pins. She moved down on me, positioned her cunt over my face, her messy ass over my hair and rocked off a series of orgasms as I ate her and she ground off on my face and mouth. She touched my clit with the vibe again and I came again. I lay there crying and shaking like the world had exploded.

She left me like that, inhaling my mess and hers, while she went upstairs and cleaned herself. She came down, stepped over me and called me a filthy disgusting pig who craves this abuse and humiliation. She was tempted to leave me like this all afternoon and return to work and perhaps let her crew come find me and use me. She dressed. I said please untie me. She said “fuck you” and went out the front door. I screamed. In a couple of minutes she came back laughing and said she had to get some cleaning solution, rags and sponges out of her van. She untied my legs from the banister and helped me to a sitting position and untied my wrists.

We removed the towels. I used one of them to wipe filth off me and then threw them in the washer. Then she showed me how to use the cleaning solution and I started cleaning up the stairs, the runner over the stairs and wiping my filth off things including the wall opposite the stairs. I kept on until things were back to almost normal except for the smell. We opened doors and windows.

She asked me where the garden hose was and I said on the patio on the lower level. We went down to the lower level and out the French doors onto the patio. I stood close to the house and she hosed me off. Even though it was in the 80’s I still was chilled by the cold water from the hose. We came back in and I dried off.

She had to get back to check on her cleaning crew. I thanked her for what I termed about the most outrageous experience I’d ever had.

She told me to be at her house tomorrow afternoon, Wednesday, by 3:00 for a couple of hours and I better bring the fucking gift cards and be dressed completely slutty. She called me a whore and left.

I was somewhere between lust and total subspace, my heart still pounding at what had happened, what she’d done to me and the mixture of exhilaration and shame. I went upstairs and showered.

I am absolutely beside myself about what she did to me today. As far as tomorrow is concerned, I have no idea what to expect.