April 29 2011: The Katrina Weekend; Friday

Friday morning, after arguing with Jody earlier and Katrina mid morning, I really didn’t want to go through with this weekend. I was in a horrible mood and packed an overnight bag and planned on escaping to the mountains just to get away from all this nonsense and my negative feelings. I let Katrina know I was not in the mood. I’d showered and thrown on a summer robe to do my makeup and hair. Around 1130 I heard a car in the driveway, looked out the upstairs window that overlooks the drive and saw a black Honda minivan that I didn’t recognize parked in my driveway with the rear of the van backed up close to my garage door. I went to investigate. Joan and Katrina were at the front door. I let them but said I’m not into this right now, the communication is screwed up and I’m serious about going away for the weekend.

They followed me upstairs. Katrina saw the suitcase; arguing followed. She and Joan wrestled me down, ripped the robe off me, threw me face down on the floor and cuffed my wrists behind me. They said if they had to kidnap me, so be it but the weekend was going to happen. I yelled at them and got slapped. They led me into the garage, raised the garage door, opened the rear hatch of the van and shoved me in the back cargo area. They went back in the house, came back with a few things, gagged me and tied a pillowcase over my head, slammed the rear hatch shut, closed the garage door and drove off.

I didn’t have a damn stitch on nor did I see them bring any clothing for me, not even heels. I had no idea where we were going. Somewhere along the way they stopped, went into to a store and bought some bags of something which they put in the rear with me.

( Notes or things dictated by Katrina and Joan are in red.) I was livid and saw no need for her to have clothes. I made sure I had her house keys, purse with ID and money. Joan and I discussed how to modify the weekend based on sluts bad behavior. We stopped at Target. Joan went in, bought 4 large bags of kitty litter and a dog food bowl. I stayed with slut.

After another drive which seemed like forever, I felt the van back up, a garage door open. They hustled me inside. When the pillowcase came off, I was at Katrina’s. The gag came off. Joan changed the cuffs so my hands were in front of me. The atmosphere was like ice. I drank some wine and sucked down some yogurt. Katrina lectured me.

We let slut know it’s our show not hers, she’s the entertainment and will be severely punished for arguing, disrespect and trying to get out of town. I gave her two choices: 1) do things my way, or, 2) she can go spend the weekend with Sylvia. She chose wisely. Around 2, we took her down to the playroom and poured kitty litter on the floor and had her pee in it. (Note: All her pees were into kitty litter.) We tied her hands behind her, stuffed her in my cage. FYI, my cage is about 5’ long 2’ wide and 2’ high, has steel bars and a padded bench on top.

After about 3 hours in the cage, they brought me out but I remained tied. I peed again on the kitty litter. I was still bitching about the weekend and that Jody didn’t love me and a bunch of stuff. Katrina slapped me, told me to get over it. She had me eat her pussy and then Joan's, I made both of them cumm and tongued fucked both of their ass holes. While I ate one of them the other fucked my cunt until they were satisfied. I licked both of their asses for a long time until they threw me back in the cage again saying my attitude still sucked.

I’d been in the cage long enough to let things settle into my mind. Sometime around 5:00 they took me out again, replaced the ropes with regular handcuffs and took me upstairs to their bathroom and gave me an enema, telling me my ass would get a lot of attention shortly and they didn’t want me spewing mess around the playroom. The enema was fairly civil; warm soapy water and milk. I expelled in the commode. They gave me a second one which was water and wine. I got dizzy. They put leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles, blindfolded me and dragged me back to the cage. Katrina kept calling me a poor whore and she intended to make my weekend as miserable as possible. I sensed it.

Around dark, they took me out again to piss; fed me broccoli, cheese and rice casserole in my new dog bowl; I drank a lot of water and wine out of a bottle. They added my collar and a blindfold and put me back in the cage.

Kim was apparently the first person to arrive, come down and see me. I knew her by her voice and listened to her and Katrina talk about all the people who would be here over the weekend and all the fucking I’d do. Katrina told her my sins, bitching, threatening to leave for the weekend etc. Kim poked fun at me, razzed me until her words made me feel like dirt. I knew she and Katrina went off and talked.

Kim came about 830. This is where we hatched the idea of eventually fisting the bitch. We discussed whipping positions, browning and talked about a silent auction; highest bidder gets her next Saturday. Salope damn well knew she was in for a long weekend.

I pared the guest list down considerably and selected Kim, Whitney, Jessie, Jeanne, Felicia, Ayesha, Valerie, Pernilla. There were certain people I didn’t think were necessary and could be invited another time. Salope was not taken out of the cage until everyone arrived. The blindfold stayed on until well past midnight.

When I was taken out of the cage, still blindfolded, hands tightly cuffed behind me, ankles uncuffed, I knelt. An ass was stuck against my face and I sucked it. that was followed by another and I sucked one ass after another while people berated me. At that time I had no idea whose ass I sucked. I was still drunk from the enema and confused from the noise and chatter.

Someone removed my cuffs and attached my arms to a spreader bar. My arms were extended out about shoulder height, my upper arms wrapped with something against the bar. That bar was attached to something and I was hoisted upward until my feet barely touched the floor. My legs were spread extremely wide attached to something. Initially they attached weighted clamps to my cunt lips and nipples, gave me light spankings to make to weights swing around and caused intense pain. Then they started whipping me.

We cuffed her hands to the ends of a spreader bar, used a roll of stick-to-itself gauze bandage to lightly cinch her upper arms to the bar, removed the ankle cuffs and cuffed her ankles to another spreader. We raised her until only the soles of her feet touched the floor. We used about every item in my collection; whip, tawse, crop, cane, paddle, strap and flogger. Each of the girls beat her. Some did not know how to whip; I gave lessons. We whipped her for over two hours. At times 3-4 would be whipping her at the same time. Other times we’d just leave her then start in again when somebody felt the need. We whipped her from shoulders to knees, avoiding the lower back and sides, but her ass, cunt and tits took a substantial beating.

They’d beaten the crap out of me and let me down, I broke down. I started crying and screaming Jody's name. I told them nothing mattered anymore and just use me as they saw fit. I was out of it. They gave me more booze and draped me over something, a horse I think, my legs tied together tightly, arms spread to the ends of the horse, head hanging. They started beating my ass and upper thighs again. I was so dizzy if not for the pain I think I would have fainted. I was crying, miserable, but nobody paid any attention to that.

Kim and I chose this position because it took the strain off her legs and made her ass such an inviting, fleshy target. We did a lot of caning and paddling which really began to leave serious marks. That turned the girls on; we kept at it until there wasn’t an untouched spot of flesh on her ass and thighs.

They took me off the horse, still blindfolded; still hands tied and retied my ankles against my thighs. They pissed on me again. One by one they began to face sit me. I ate one girl after another, again, never knowing who I was servicing. Some of them started fingering my cunt and working something in my ass. I felt something huge go in my ass and I was delirious and screaming.

I had limited feeling for salope's comfort. My purpose was to punish and make a statement. Kim and I lubed Salope’s ass and cunt and began working multiple fingers in her holes while she sucked the others. I let Kim go first since she has smaller hands than I do. She slowly worked her fingers in, stretched her hole until she could work her lubed hand up the whore’s asshole. Working the other hand into sluts cunt sent her into space but a lot of crying which we generally ignored. She brought slut off, pulled her hands out and I did the same. She screamed and we muffled her with Ayesha’s ass. When we finished, her holes were gapping wide open. We looked down her ass canal, inside her cunt, told her how grotesque she looked, she came. We easily dropped a dildo halfway to her bowels, spit in it; Jeanne tried to piss in her asshole. We told slut the inside of her holes were now our property which was a new low for her and a new high for us. Fucking her was so easy. When we finished we plugged her ass.

When salope was nothing more than a wasted heap of tied and beaten flesh lying on the floor, Kim and I browned her tits and cunt. She barely whimpered. Pernilla had been taken down and Jeanne and Felicia browned her. Valerie was really taking all this in.


This is where we stopped, around 130 in the morning. Salope was spent. We untied her, removed the plug and put her back in the cage. We relegated Pernilla to sleep in the basement on blankets so someone would be down there with her in case she had an unforseen situation. However things were fine.