I didn’t get there until about 1015, a few minutes late. Hannah was already there so I parked in the street, grabbed my toy bag, and did the routine of stripping in the garage and scampering to Mavis side porch. Mavis and Hannah were in the living room waiting impatiently. Hannah had a spa appointment at noon but had stopped by for some attention. She and I went to the spare bed room. I removed her slacks and panties, played with her pussy and ate her until she came, then licked at her pussy, lifted her legs and sucked her hole.
Mavis said ‘very nicely done’. I turned and saw her standing in the doorway with a cane I’d never seen it before and thought my Gawd is she ever getting rejuvenated. She bent me over the end of the bed and spread my legs. Hannah grabbed my wrists and pulled my face into her pussy again. Mavis started beating my ass and the backs of my thighs with the cane while I ate Hannah again. For some reason I found this highly erotic, but you know me. Mavis probably hit me 15-20 times across my ass and the effect drove me deeper into Hannah until she came again. Then I turned and ate Mavis while she lifted the hem of her caftan. Hannah dressed and said she’d be back around 4:00 and wanted to be sure I’d still be there. Mavis assured her I wasn’t going anywhere soon. I kissed Hannah goodbye.
Mavis sent me to the kitchen to make something strong and I mixed a cranberry juice and vodka for both of us. She was pleased at how I’d handled Hannah earlier this week and again today. She reiterated how this would be an interesting weekend being my usual slut self today and going with them to church tomorrow. When I finished the drink she said to get my ass down to the basement.
I went down; she followed and cuffed my hands behind my back then like some conditioned guinea pig, I crawled in the cage. She locked it and went upstairs.
I sat quietly on my well beaten ass and tried to relax. Intuitively I knew this would not be an easy day. I listened for what might be going on upstairs but didn’t hear a lot. I waited for a long time, thinking about what was scheduled for the next week and getting woozy from the drink. I heard someone arrive, some conversation, and then Mavis and Katrina came downstairs.
Katrina let me out, removed her skirt and summoned me to her pussy. I wasted no time in making love to her pussy and ass. She told me this was a warm-up for next weekend and described to Mavis the plan about the hotel weekend. She was delighted and said she wanted to add Daphne, Vanessa and a couple of their friends to the list. Katrina shushed her and said they’d discuss it in private.
Katrina removed the cuffs and told me to go upstairs and get my toy bag; she intended to tie me up and fuck me, something we haven’t done since she returned from Europe. When I came back, she tied my wrists and upper arms behind me and ran rope around my body, above and below my tits, and cinched the ropes together between and on each side of my tits under my arm pits until my tits were compressed and flopped over the bottom ropes. She had me on the low table on my face and shoulders and knees and started to fuck my cunt when the doorbell rang. Mavis went upstairs. I heard all kinds of giggling and squeals, then Whitney and Karen bounded down the stairs with Mavis following.
They hugged. Katrina said she was about to play fuck-a-slut. Whitney kissed me, pulled and pinched my nipples and palmed my oozing cunt. I was squirming like some mad woman.
Katrina told Whitney and Karen to watch. She fucked my cunt and then entered my ass. I don’t think Whitney or Karen had seen her fuck me. As she fucked me, she told them things. When she finished, she let Whitney put the strappy on and fuck me; then she instructed Karen, particularly about how to fuck my ass. I came twice from all this. When they finished, they took turns beating my ass with about everything in my toy bag.
She pulled me off the table, walked me to the metal post near the back of the basement and put me on my knees. She tied me with my back against the post. Katrina again went into coaching both of them. She had Whitney and Karen come over and undress. Whitney stuck her pussy in my face and I ate her then did the same to Karen. They alternated back and forth but both of them came. For me it was diabolical because I wanted them immensely but tied as I was, I had to rely totally on them to press their pussies against my face. She had both of them piss on me and them finally turn and present their asses and had me lick. This went on repeatedly until I was absolutely out of it and begging the girls for pussy, ass, piss; anything. Katrina made a huge point, especially to Karen to observe how they had all the control and I had none. They laughed, talked for a while then came back and did it again. Mavis was eating this up, too.
Katrina asked if I was ready for some fun. I nodded. She untied the rope that held me against the post; left everything else tied and had me stand. Again she used me as an instruction dummy and put mouse traps on my labia, pins on my nipples. She fished the pony tail plug out of the side pocket of my bag, lubed my ass and slid it in. that brought laughter. For a few moments she flicked the traps and pins until I was dancing. She picked up my crop and swatted my ass several times, she added weights to the nipple pins, had me walk around the basement driving me around like I was a pony. They added a ball gag which made me drool and a collar and leash. In my mind what began earlier as a fuck session for Katrina now turned into a free-for-all circus of humiliation with the addition of Whitney and Karen.
Karen led me in circles around the basement and in her still childish voice announced she wanted to do this outside. Mavis can’t resist what Karen wants and said the high stockade fence should shield me from the view of the neighbors. However, she and Whitney checked. Whitney came back and said there were no signs of anyone and besides it was so hot, who in their right mind would want to be out.
Obviously that didn’t extend to us.
I tried to protest through the gag but lost that futile attempt. They led me up the stairs. The mousetraps slipped off. In the living room, Katrina replaced those with two clothes pins on each labia, weighted them and replaced the nipple pins with clover clamps, also weighted. We went out the side door and into the sweltering back yard. The heat was above 90 and hit me but the humiliation of being led now by Karen who had to be told by Mavis to keep her voice down, was outrageous. After about four circles around the back yard Mavis told Karen to lead me back inside but Karen was having way too much fun. As a precaution, they removed the clamps and pins but let Karen continue. Somewhere in the process, I did a half squat and peed.
Karen was still leading me around the back yard when Hannah returned. I assumed it must be around 4:00 and couldn’t believe that much time had passed since she left. She, Mavis and Katrina sat on the porch and cheered Karen on. I was slick with sweat and drool streaked down my chin onto my tied tits and down to my tummy.
Finally Mavis insisted that Karen bring me inside. Whitney poured lemonade and water down my throat. We went to the basement and Katrina untied everything, removed the pony tail plug and let me relax. I drank more water. She rubbed my wrists and tits and put me back in the cage. However she said they weren’t though and would be back. They went upstairs. Between the fucking and strutting around naked in the sun, I was exhausted and slumped against the cage. I knew I had rope burns around the bottom of my tits and my nipples and cunt were sore. However none of that stopped me from dozing off.
Katrina came down and said it was around 5:15. She led me upstairs where the others were. We went back into the spare room where I’d eaten Hannah early that morning. Katrina had me lie down on the double bed on my back but with the edge of the mattress under my knees, my feet on the floor. She took a leather bondage strap and cinched my right wrist to my upper thigh and did the same with the left. Mavis, Whitney, Hannah and Karen were standing around.
Katrina continued; she told me it was time Karen learned how to beat my pussy and she wanted me to enjoy every minute of it. She put a variety of things beside me on the bed, a flexible 12” ruler, a wooden spoon, a medium sized wire whisk, the crop and the flogger. They separated my legs, tied my ankles to the corner of the bed and had me tell Karen I wanted her to beat me. I was trembling all over. They had me look at Karen who was standing between my legs. She started with the flogger, Katrina gave her instructions. Karen went form one device to the other, starting slowly and picking up the intensity. Katrina instructed her to hit my labia, my clit and hit between my labia right on my pinkness. I was going nuts. When she got to the flexible ruler she tapped my clit repeatedly until I orgasmed. I was looking into her face the whole time. Then she had Karen take the wire whisk and slid it into my cunt and twirl it around and slap my clit with the spoon. I went off like gangbusters. She left the whisk in and spanked my labia and clit with the crop until I was off the charts.
But then Katrina had her take the whisk out and insert her fingers, 2, then 3 then 4 and finally showed her how to fold her thumb against her fingers and slid her whole fist into me and work her fingers around. Karen fisted me until I was screaming. Katrina had me tell her she owned my cunt. I was looking into Karen’s eyes and told her my cunt was hers. With Katrina and Whitney prodding me, I had to tell her I wanted her to show her friends that she owned my cunt. With that, I had a mind-bending orgasm while she pumped me with her fist, Katrina holding her wrist to show her the right range of motion. She withdrew and in tears, I licked her fist and fingers.
The feeling was indescribable. In one breath, I felt the sheer and utter humiliation and in the next breath the joy of her using me so completely. For a moment nobody said anything finally Whitney spoke and said this was what she wanted, for her little sister to take me and she saw no sense in waiting a month until she left for college for it to happen. I nodded, I think I understood. Whitney leaned over and kissed me and then hugged Karen. Karen kissed me and said she’d waited for this moment. I thanked her.
Whitney and Karen said they were leaving. They walked out of the room arm in arm. When they left the house, Katrina unbuckled the straps and helped me up. I hugged her and cried. She told me she would continue to work with Karen because both she and Mavis thought it was important to train her to be an important force in my life. Katrina kissed me and left. I looked at Mavis and Hannah and didn’t know what to say. All Mavis said was I should shower and clean up. Weakly, I stumbled to the bathroom and did so.
When I came out, Hannah had gone. I asked Mavis how much of this was preplanned and she said very little but they knew some kind of transfer of power had to occur and it was best that it did before the last day Whitney was here. I thanked her and said I had no idea Karen was ready for this. All she said was; we’ll all keep working together. I kissed her, went to the garage, dressed and drove home in a daze.
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