Aug 3, 2011: Mavis, Whitney, Karen

I got to Mavis around 11, well before Whitney and Karen showed around 1230. That gave us a chance to talk, mainly about the hotel weekend. As usual I was nude, my clothes in the garage. We sat in the living room, me in the floor, her on the sofa. The first thing I did was to pay my respects to her pussy and lick her though she did not cumm; she just wanted the attention.

Then we talked about the hotel, particularly about Saturday evening when Sylvia’s crew came over and I entertained the guests. I told her my thoughts and shared with her some things I’d written which I’ll include here. This deals mainly with my thoughts about the initial few minutes when AJ and Reeva led me out.

Seeing the crowd instantly intimidated me; they were focused on me crawling out naked, being led as if I were an animal and I saw them observing my body, my submission, looking at me with lust. I wanted to retreat back into the bedroom but there was no way, the leash pulled me closer into their midst, them watching, looking at every inch of my body. My perception of myself, what they thought of me, was completely shocking. The nearer I crawled and was led to them I felt their eyes and stares peering uninvited on my body. My overly conscious mind felt shamed and believed that everyone in the room was forming their own vision of me. I wasn’t sure of who I was or what or how I was supposed to be, or act. My insecurities began to consume me and I couldn’t shake the feeling of what people thought of me. Their laughter and insults told me exactly what they thought.


For an instant, I thought I couldn’t do this but escape was out of the question, I could picture myself trying to do so and being dragged back in under more unfathomable circumstances. I knew I was expected to please them and how for years I’d played the role of a pleaser but now I was going beyond my limits perhaps to please them and certainly to do so would be to my own degradation and humiliation. I wondered what I would endure so that they could see their own dark fantasies spring to life, what I would be required to do so they got their monies worth. The thought of them paying to see this consumed me and I felt objectification to the max.

She was impressed with the depth of my thoughts and had in her words entered a defining moment. She said the men there even if they were with their girl friends or wives, were probably paying to see not so much me, but someone who represented their wives and my words “see their own dark fantasies spring to life” accurately represented their thoughts. She went on to say that age makes little difference as long as the woman is reasonably attractive and she complimented me on maintaining myself in a very attractive manner. (Yes, I thanked her). She asked what age they were and I said probably in their 50’s or 60’s except Jennifer’s boy friend who I’d put in his 40’s. She had experience with men and they’ll pay for about anything and said I’d probably be doing a repeat performance. She also concluded that I’m an object, certainly to her and most of the women I saw but in a different way; though women they may call me a whore for emphasis, to men I am a whore and in some strange way they admire that and I should not be ashamed of what I did. She said sucking a few cocks here and there is going to happen. She said if she was of a mind to, she could fill her house with men who’d pay, but that’s not the least bit interesting to her.

Whitney and Karen's arrival interrupted this counseling session. After we exchanged greetings they fondled me until I was worked up. I was standing between the sisters in this erotic mixture of touching and undressing them. We paused when Mavis said sluts should be in the basement so we all went down. I immediately sank to my knees and went for Karen’s pussy, Whitney's demand, and began sucking and fingering her while Whitney roamed her hands over my back, tits and ass and hissed at me to be good to her little sister. Karen was leaning back against Mavis, held in her arms. I made her cumm.

Whitney pulled me to her and I used my tongue and fingers on her pussy then on her ass while she stroked my hair and told me sweet things. She came and I licked her off.

Mavis then started showing Karen how to tie me. Whitney has tied me on occasions but it’s not her main thing. However, Mavis wanted Karen to become skilled with ropes. This went on for probably an hour; Mavis showing Karen how to tie wrists so they were secure but not too tight, tits, and upper body ties. She also let Karen practice tying a crotch rope around my waist and through my cunt and ass. At times Mavis would tie Karen so she could experience the feeling. At one point I was tied to a post and Mavis had tied Karen to another post as a demo. Whitney broke in and frigged Karen to a cumm so she could get the feeling of what it’s like. Karen went bananas.

They untied me and I went over and sucked Karen off again. I got the feeling that Mavis likes Karen not only as a trainee but as perhaps someone she has an interest in. when they finished all this, I was left with arms behind me and tits tied and in that restraint I ate Whitney again.
From that point, they moved me to lean over Mavis old chair and Mavis started using my strappy to fuck me, first my cunt then my ass. She had Karen beside her all the time watching. The she let Karen try it and guided her through the motions, particularly my ass. Then Whitney fucked me also. And she broke into spanking my ass also. That transitioned to Mavis also spanking me and letting Karen get her licks in also.

This went on until Mavis felt Karen had enough instruction for one day. So at that time she pushed me to the floor and they three of them shoved me I to the cage, my arms and hands still tied behind me and now my cunt and ass well fucked. The three of them went upstairs and talked. How long, I have no idea but I heard Whitney and Karen leave. They never came back down to say goodbye but that’s okay. I’m sure it was Mavis idea.

She came down and unlocked the cage and I wiggled my body out. She pissed on me then untied me and left me to clean up but the cage and floor and well as wash myself off in the laundry sink. I did and went back upstairs and thanked her, went to the garage, dressed and left.