May 11, 2011: Kim Here

I met Kim in thigh highs, heels, cut out panties and a sheer bra. I wanted to dress sexy for her. She arrived around noon. Right from the get-go she asked me what my mood was and on a scale of 1 – 10 where was my slut meter. I told her I wasn’t totally back up to my peak and I’d give myself about a 6 or 7. That didn’t set well with her. She told me she came to see a real slut and nothing short of fantastic would work.

I offered to fix lunch for her but she refused, saying she didn’t come for food, she came for my ass. Her 5’2” frame in jeans and sneakers, started pushing and lecturing me, 5’7” and in 3 ½ inch heels.

She accused me of dressing like a whore to distract her and made me strip completely nude. She backed me into a corner of the stairs and entry hallway and told me to get on my knees and thank her for being here. I knew what she wanted, unlaced her shoes and lowered her jeans and panties.

She spit on me, name called me, turned her butt to me and said worship her. I began sucking, licking and kissing. She kept making reference to my face and mouth on her ass hole and how that seemed a logical match to her. She drew out the dichotomy of a seemingly once normal white woman now sucking the black ass of her former maid. She threw this all over me in multiple ways; that I’d been caged like an animal, shit on, whipped, used as a toilet and I still let her in my house. Then she made me talk. I’d lick, pause and say a few things, lick again and tell her how much I enjoyed her ass. In essence she was making me verbally humiliate myself which kept on until I made her cumm.

She had me pull her belt out of her jeans and give it to her which I did, then crawl around my house nude while she swatted my ass with the belt. She had me fetch a paper bag which she brought with her and pull out a set of anal beads, 5 ping pong sized blue balls strung together and the large dildo she’d used on me at Tisha’s party. She lubed my ass and worked the beads in my ass. Then I had to crawl again with the anal beads in me while she swatted my ass some more. She’d make me stop, she’d pull a bead out, then I’d crawl again and we repeated this process until she’d extracted the beads.

I had to lower my face to the floor, butt stuck way up in the air. She had me suck the huge dildo and hand it to her. She lubed me again and began slowly working it into my ass. It was uncomfortable as hell; she knew it but didn’t care. After she’d fucked me with it she talked about being the first black woman to fist me and how my ass was now hers and that Tisha and you would probably approve. I had to thank her for fisting me.

She had me crawl to the powder room and bend back over the commode with the front of my body facing her and the back of my head tilted back over the toilet, my hair hanging down inside the commode. She straddled me and I ate her again while she insulted me. I made her cumm again then she pissed on me. She pressed her bare foot against my cunt and massaged me, bringing me right to the edge, stopping and doing some more. It was obvious she was controlling my need to orgasm. Again I had to verbally degrade myself while she pushed her toes inside my cunt and had me thrusting my cunt against her toes. I was right on the edge and begging for a cumm. But instead she moved her foot from my pussy to my mouth and had me lick her toes clean. She laughed, scolded and name called me until I was insane.

She moved her foot away and told me not to move from that position. She left the powder room for a minute or two and came back fully dressed. She said she had to go and I had two minutes to frig myself off in front of her and if I couldn’t cumm in that period of time, she’d probably cage me and walk out. I freaked and told her I could do it. She told me to start. I used my right hand and frigged while she berated me. I frigged like crazy and exploded, still bend back over the commode.

She said she’d see me later, walked out and shut the front door. I slid to the floor and sat there shaking. I frigged again. Finally I wobbled out of the powder room and picked up my lingerie. I looked at the kitchen clock; this whole thing had taken barely over an hour.

I started upstairs to shower but she called me. Again I thanked her. She told me I’d better get used to the humiliation and ass play and that she had something very specific in mind for me then abruptly hung up.