After talking to mistress this morning about the fucked up situation with Sheryl and a couple of other things that are not going well, I sat here and brooded. Finally, I called Mavis and unloaded on her about everything going on. She listened for a few minutes and said to me … “you little shit, what you need is your attitude adjusted in the worst way.” I didn’t argue at all. She made a call and then got back to me and said we’d meet at Daphne’s, in the garage.
I left here about 2:00. I parked in the alley behind her house about 2:45, got my toy bag and walked to the side door of her garage. The garage was pretty much the same as when I was there in June. Daphne and Mavis came out of the house and met me. After hugs and kisses, we shared some wine I brought. I talked for a few minutes, mostly about getting caught and the resulting mess with Sheryl. Daphne scoffed at me that I got myself in a heap of trouble with the white bitches. Initially Mavis didn’t have a lot to say.
Within 10 minutes, Vanessa, Daphne’s cousin arrived. I didn’t expect her but in short order both Daphne and Vanessa were poking fingers at me, getting right in my face and trash talking me and mildly shoving me around. That progressed to harder shoving and yanking at my clothes. Daphne slapped me and told me to undress. Vanessa pinned my arms behind me while Daphne yanked my top and bra off and had a field day slapping my face and tits and bitching at me. She yanked the skirt and slut panties off and, grabbed my cunt and squeezed it so hard I was groaning. She told me that cunt was what got me where I was. Mavis sat in one of the rickety folding chairs and watched.
Daphne pushed me into a pile of cardboard that’s been there forever. Before I could get up she had me on my knees, hands twisted in my hair, spitting in my face and name calling me. She told me to pull her shorts and panties down and pushed her cunt in my face. Vanessa pulled me to my knees and held my face against Daphne’s cunt while I ate her. After she came, she tied my hands in front of me, and then had me turn to face Vanessa who’d removed her skin tight shorts. I pulled her panties aside and sucked her.
They pulled me over to the work bench and forced my upper body across it. Both of them wasted no time in swatting my ass and name calling me. Daphne had me suck a gel dildo, which she pushed into my cunt. While Vanessa lubed my hole Daphne put on my strappy and fucked my ass. Mavis reminded her not to let me cumm.
Mavis encouraged both of them and added that when I needed my fix I ran to my black ladies. Daphne and Vanessa pushed me back and forth until I’d eaten each of them again. During this, it started raining extremely heavy; torrential downpour type stuff like pouring water out of a bucket. Hands still roped in front of me and stark naked, they shoved me out the side door and sent me sprawling. I got up to come back in the garage but Daphne blocked the door and shoved me back in the rain. I could hear her laughing at me. Finally I staggered back inside the garage totally drenched.
Daphne led me by my hair over to her aunt and put me on my knees. I felt like and looked like a drenched rat. Mavis bitched about my white trash need to be dominated and told me to eat her. She taunted me about being in this junky garage on my knees, begging to eat black pussy and getting my holes hammered. She said the only thing missing was Karen and about a half dozen of her friends fucking me gangbang style. I kept eating Mavis and she kept taunting me. Her verbal was really getting into me deep. After I’d brought her to an orgasm she pissed on me. Daphne and Vanessa did the same.
The downpour of rain stopped temporarily. Daphne’s girls were due home from school (4:30ish) so she went into the house to wait for them. While she was gone, Vanessa untied my hands (wet ropes are really irritating). For a few minutes we shifted into a milder mode with me on all fours and Vanessa kneeling behind me fucking my cunt but not allowing me to cumm. Mavis repositioned her chair so I could kiss her pussy.
Daphne returned in a few minutes and had hastily arranged for the girls to stay with a neighbor for a couple of hours. Within minutes of her return, I was back in front of her pussy while Vanessa spanked my ass.
Mavis asked if I still had to suspension cuffs and I replied yes, but in the car. Daphne slipped her shorts and top on and fetched them from the rear of my car.
Weather wise, the afternoon became a series one torrential downpour after another for about 10-15 minutes, then nothing, then another and another. Sometimes the rain was so hard you had to shout to be heard. Sexually for me, Mavis used this to my demise. First she had me stand in the rain again and let nature wash the piss off me. Disobeying her never crossed my mind and I came back again resembling a drowned rat.
She had Daphne put the suspension cuffs on me wrists in front of me and tie the d-rings of the cuffs together with one end of a long rope. She threw the rope over an overhead beam in the garage and pulled it tight until my arms were straight up over my head, then tied my ankles wide apart and tied the ropes to pieces of wood in the garage until I resembled an upside down “Y”.
She wasted no time in getting in my face, admonishing me for fucking up (referring to Sheryl) and verbally worked me over until I admitted my need for nothing short of a good beating. She also had me admit that no matter how much I played around with the “white bitches”, nothing compared to serving black women. I was trembling. Between downpours she sent Daphne inside to fetch a good belt. She returned with a wide, brown leather wide belt which Mavis had me kiss.
Mavis made me beg for what I wanted then began methodically and slowly whipping my ass then the back of my thighs until I was uttering a series of low groans. She went over the same areas and added strokes to my upper back, moved in front of me and whipped my inner thighs until I was begging. Then she started beating my cunt and had me count off 10 strokes. She moved to my tits, modifying her swing so she caught my nipples until she’d done 10 on each. She went back to my cunt and laid on another 10, this time much heavier until I felt I was raw. My screams were lost in the rain pounding on the roof of the garage. She moved behind me again and failed the hell out of my ass cheeks. Daphne stood in front of me, reached around and pulled my cheeks apart to expose my hole. Mavis made it clear I would get 25 on my hole and again to count them off. She did 10 and paused, left me shaking and my body begging for the rest. She did another 10 in the same manner and paused. Daphne spit in my face and called me the lowest white cunt she’d ever met. Mavis did the last 5 on my ass hole as hard as she could, paused just long enough for me to scream and think about the next one. When she’d finished, Daphne released my ass cheeks and moved back.
Up to this point I had not been allowed to cumm. In the midst of another downpour pounding on the roof, Mavis took the crop and flicked my clit multiple times then sawed the crop through my cunt until I had an off-the-planet orgasm that left me crying and shaking. She asked if I’d had enough and I nodded.
They untied me and let rest get on all fours to rest. Mavis had me kiss, lick and tongue her ass then Daphne’s, then Vanessa’s. She said the last thing she wanted me to leave here with was the taste of their ass in my mouth, something I could reflect on as I drove home. I thanked them for the beating.
Daphne left to get the girls. I dressed, gathered up my toys. Vanessa dashed to her car as another downpour abated. (We had 3+ inches of rain during the afternoon I found out later.) Mavis and I talked for a moment before she went into Daphne’s house. I hugged her and thanked her for what she did.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Sept 15-18, 2011: Sheryl's Payback Weekend
A brief summary.
Thursday 9/15
Molly greeted me in a damp bikini and wet hair and a huge smile when I arrived around 12:30. I hugged her like I wanted it to last forever but Sheryl pulled her back. Sheryl was dressed in jeans and a black top and was very aloof. She thanked me for the flowers though she told me these won’t help my situation. Molly went to change and Sheryl told me to open wine and we’d talk until Molly came back. The atmosphere was cool and she reminded me who held all the cards. I accepted her position then told her hubby was out of town and I had freedom to be here all weekend. All she said was she’d consider it and let me know. Normally most of the people I see would go ape over that.
When Molly dressed and returned, Sheryl told me to undress. I stripped everything off. When I got to Molly’s panties, Molly laughed and Sheryl sneered and said it was more proof that I was pathetic. I removed them and was naked which is how I stayed the entire time I was there.
She said how pissed she was about the sleepover weekend, fucking her daughter, giving her a key, deceiving her about the whole thing, and especially for that phony interview. She ranted quite a bit on this. She’d had more conversations with Molly which included the idea of spanking me for carrying out this charade. Somehow I got the expectation of lots of sex along with the punishment but that was the wrong assumption.
We went to her bedroom. She had me kneel in front of Molly and apologize for everything I’d done. Sheryl handcuffed me and pushed me across the foot of her bed, front of my upper body against the bed. I had to step my legs wide apart. Molly stood by the side of the bed. Sheryl began spanking me with her hand, then used a belt and beat my ass. Molly went wild. Both of them were fully dressed and I am so conditioned to getting sex during times like this but Sheryl denied me any contact with Molly or herself. She did fuck me some but it was more like revenge than pleasure.
Throughout the afternoon Molly teased me by walking around scantily dressed, sometimes in nothing but bra and panties. She’d stick her pussy or ass close to my face and laugh. I stayed cuffed. Sheryl beat my ass again. At one point Molly stuck her ass against my face and I licked her through her panty and after she pulled the panel aside, I kissed and sucked her hole. Sheryl came in and saw this, pulled me away, threw me on the floor, whipped my cunt and lectured me about anything she could think of.
After that she released me from the cuffs and had me prepare supper. When we finished eating around 7:15ish, she told me I could stay through the weekend, if I wanted to but it would not be pleasant. I agreed and asked if I could get some personal items (toiletries, pc, etc.). She was willing to do that but said she wasn’t giving me my clothes back to go get them. I said forget it but Molly kept telling Sheryl how cool it would be if we all went to my house and begged her mom to go and that I could go naked. So about 8:00 we drove over in Sheryl’s car, me in the back seat naked. Sheryl went through every inch of my house. Molly showed her the cage but Sheryl said it was too nasty to be in her home. We left with my toy bag, laptop, all the slut lingerie Molly had me buy, some of my lingerie and heels Sheryl liked.
That night, with Molly directing, I gave Sheryl a version of the slut lingerie fashion show in the same way I did with Molly and friends back in April. Both of them sipped wine and I changed into one outfit after another. I thought surely all this parading around would set some sparks flying and we’d have sex but it didn’t. Instead Sheryl had me naked again and had me beat myself on my back, tits, cunt, ass and thighs with several things. When I’d do it, Sheryl would bitch that I wasn’t hitting myself hard enough. They let me drink wine to loosen me up and had me do it again. She said if I didn’t do it hard enough she’d do it. Humiliating doesn’t begin to describe this. We went on until about 1:00 in the morning.
I spent Thursday night in Sheryl’s closet blindfolded and cuffed which was some sort of a payback for me spending part of the weekend with Molly and being in her closet.
Friday 9/16
Sheryl let me out to pee this morning about 7:30 after a miserable night of sleeping cuffed in her closet. I wanted to shower but instead she had me run out to the pool naked and jump in to wake up. To my demise, the weather has turned much cooler, only about 60. I came out shivering. She said that was my shower, dry off and stay naked all day.
I made coffee for all. Molly went to class around 8:30. Sheryl told me to follow her to the bathroom. She said the one thing she really hates is wiping her ass and since I was around and she wasn’t going to fuck me, I might as well be useful and wipe her ass, a first for me. Sheryl showered. She made some work calls and left me to make her bed, clean the bathroom and kitchen. I knew my pc was in the small sun room off the kitchen and that’s when I hastily wrote a note to Jody and Katrina.
Sheryl figured out what I’d done and took my pc away for writing the note. She put me in a corner of her study and had me face the corner while she worked. She took away all my bathroom privileges for the weekend and said I’d pee on the pool deck or in a cup and I’d ask permission. She said my poops would be on papers by the deck and I’d bag them and take them to the garbage can. That frosted me. As she worked, she’d tell me how lucky I was to have someone who was so rational and not prone to violence. I know that during the morning Sheryl talked to someone on the phone about me. I had no idea what that was about.
Molly came home around 1:00. Sheryl told her about suspending my computer and bathroom privileges and expected her to follow the same rules with me. To taunt me in front of Molly, Sheryl gagged me with a huge ball. I wasn’t tied or anything but had to walk around like this and drooling. Then Sheryl had me try to eat Molly’s pussy which was of course impossible. Sheryl slapped my ass for failing.
Later in the afternoon, Sheryl finally gave in to Molly's whining about needing a cage. Molly went out and bought one; a medium sized one; about 24W x 36L x 27H by the dimensions on the box. I had to put it together and set it up in their family room. I got in and found it terribly cramped.
Throughout the day, Sheryl lectured me about what I did to her daughter and that I violated her trust in me. These tirades might last 2 minutes or 30 minutes. She constantly called me a little tramp. She didn’t use me sexually; Molly, however, still paraded around, teased me and gloated.
During the day and evening, with permission, I peed in a large measuring cup and one time peed on the kitchen floor which I cleaned up. That night I finally gave in to my biological urges and told Sheryl I needed to shit. She gave permission, and with both of them watching I spread a newspaper on the pool deck close to the house and crapped, bagged it in a small plastic grocery bag and walked around the side of the house naked and put in the trash can. So gross!
That evening they blindfolded me and made me scrunch up in the cage while they watched a movie, ate popcorn and talked. They debated about having me sleep there but in the end, Sheryl let me out and took me to her shower. She had Molly cuff my hands in front of me and chain my ankles. If the closet was bad, this was worse. Even though her shower stall is larger than average, I spent a miserable night and got very little sleep. Truthfully I was ready to call it quits and was mad at everybody who got me into this mess; both of you, Molly and Sheryl and myself.
Saturday 9/17
Saturday morning, Sheryl got me up around 8:30, uncuffed me and told me I could take a cold shower. That was awful but better than nothing. Again the weather was around 60, gray and cloudy which made a cold shower than much worse. My mood was horrible and I came within an inch of saying I wanted out but somehow I didn’t.
I’d fixed breakfast for Sheryl and was cleaning the kitchen when she told me she wanted to see my blog. Using her laptop, I logged in. When she saw there were over 250 posts she told me she didn’t have time to read all those; she just wanted to see Molly, so I segmented the 32 posts for her. She started reading, I couldn’t see what she was reading but she started calling me a damn bitch and hit me. She handcuffed me and stormed out in a huff.
I was lying in the kitchen floor crying when Molly sauntered in. She asked me what was wrong and I told her and that I was ready to quit. She called her mom. They talked. Molly dressed and left the house without saying anything except she’d be back. About an hour later they came home. Molly came into the kitchen and pissed on me, uncuffed me and had me clean the floor. Sheryl was standing at the doorway watching. Molly caged me just to keep me out of Sheryl’s way; that’s my thought.
Things calmed down but Sheryl said very little to me for a couple of hours. Molly let me out and took me to Sheryl. Sheryl told me I could eat Molly but I’d have to beat my cunt first. By this time I would have done anything so I got one of my bondage straps and beat my cunt while Sheryl watched like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Molly stripped and sat on the bed. I crawled between her legs and started licking her. Sheryl watched until Molly came and then she beat my ass. I picked up that Sheryl deliberately waited 48 hours since my arrival before she allowed sexual contact to happen.
Molly cuffed me; leather cuffs this time, blindfolded me and put me back in the cage for Sheryl. She (Molly) took a nap. Sometime in all this, the doorbell rang and Sheryl was talking to somebody, another woman with a raspy voice by what I could hear. I know they came into the room where I was caged because I heard Sheryl say “there she is.” The woman said like … you’re doing the right thing. You have to let her know you’re in control. That’s all I heard. However I think they went back to Sheryl’s computer which to my knowledge was still on and blog was up because I could hear some laughing, some “omg’s” and “that bitch.” Molly got up while the woman was still there but little was said. Shortly she left, Molly got me out.
Throughout the day, much as yesterday, we’d be in the middle of doing something non sexy, like me making her breakfast or vacuuming the carpets and Sheryl would lecture me. Once she had me show her my cunt. I’d spread myself then she’ll have me go back and do whatever I was doing.
I also peed in a large measuring cup or on the kitchen floor. Saturday night after supper I shit again on the pool deck, pick it up in a small bag. I took it to the garbage cans beside the house.
That evening Molly planned to go out with girl friends to a party downtown. After she’d showered and dressed, she came into the room where Sheryl and I were. I went OMG. She had on a tight shimmery silver mini dress, barely covered her butt cheeks, matching silver high heels, hair all done up and looked like a Hollywood hottie. Molly shamelessly asked me if she looked good enough to eat and I drooled. She sat on the arm of the sofa, pulled her skirt up and showed this wispy white thong which she pulled aside. Sheryl grimaced but Molly said … mom you said it was okay. I knee walked to her and sucked her pussy and made her cumm. She left about 9:30 to pick up some of her girl friends.
After she left, Sheryl read, I was in the cage, not cuffed or anything; just there. About 10:00, Sheryl said she was going to bed. She didn’t say anything but undressed in full view of me, put on her strappy, had me sit on the edge of the bed with my legs back and fucked my cunt and ass. I came. She then crawled up on her bed and said eat me, you damn tramp. I sucked her pussy off then went after her ass and sucked that while I rubbed her clit until she came again. That night I slept collared and leashed with the end of the leash cuffed around one of the legs of the bed. I did get a blanket and pillow. I slept fairly well until about 3:00 in the morning when Molly came home, snuck into her moms room, waked me and whispered that she needed her pussy sucked. I made her cumm then she went to her room.
Sunday 9/18.
Around 7:00, I woke and asked Sheryl to let me out to pee on the deck, which she did. I had a pretty good idea where my cell was, got it and sent the message really quickly then went back to her room. I curled up and slept until 10:00 when Sheryl got up. She peed and took a crap and told me to wipe her ass. I did it and she told me I better do it good because my face was going to end up under her ass. I thought, finally.
We went back to her bed and she had me lie down. She straddled me, pushed her cunt over my mouth and her asshole right over my nose. Nobody had to tell me what she wanted/ I started sucking her pussy and licking her ass. She squeezed my cunt, slapped it some, let me cumm. She definitely came. I was like … okay, now we’re friends again. But she turned stone cold again like no sex ever took place and told me to go make coffee. She showered while I did.
I did my pee in a cup thing, fixed breakfast for her, and the usual stuff. She in turn gave me another lecture about deceiving her. I again apologized. She read the paper; I did her laundry and changed sheets on her bed. Then I had to stand in the corner again while she bitched at me. She told me she finds my blog despicable. I apologized but told her its part of the routine I go through for you two. She did ask me if I truly enjoyed all the humiliation; I was honest and said yes. I timidly asked about who came over yesterday and she refused to discuss it. Molly got up around noon, drank some juice, I made her pancakes. She fell asleep on the sofa.
Little else happened. I think both Sheryl and I were tired. When Molly finished napping, we watched some football on TV. Around 4:00 she let me shower for real, do my hair and dress. Parting was awkward. Molly hugged and kissed me, Sheryl gave me little more than a quick hug. I again apologized and thanked her for letting me stay over. Sheryl did tell me we’d talk in a few days perhaps and I said I’m willing to discuss anything. I left a few minutes before 5:00.
This morning I wrote her a thank you note.
It is apparent to me Sheryl is not an experienced domme’. I think she was going through the motions much of the weekend of what she thought should happen without actually feeling connected to it. These parties Molly has mentioned her mom goes to when she dresses hot, to me, are just parties, not sexual gatherings that Molly alludes to. I think she's somewhat bitter toward me and I can’t quite digest all this yet. I think also that Sheryl has perhaps had a female lover at one time or another since the divorce and my guess is she got jilted. I’m also not totally sure she really likes me. She could but the Molly situation is getting in the way. I’m not going to press the situation with Sheryl but abide by my instincts and give her some space to work things out.
Thursday 9/15
Molly greeted me in a damp bikini and wet hair and a huge smile when I arrived around 12:30. I hugged her like I wanted it to last forever but Sheryl pulled her back. Sheryl was dressed in jeans and a black top and was very aloof. She thanked me for the flowers though she told me these won’t help my situation. Molly went to change and Sheryl told me to open wine and we’d talk until Molly came back. The atmosphere was cool and she reminded me who held all the cards. I accepted her position then told her hubby was out of town and I had freedom to be here all weekend. All she said was she’d consider it and let me know. Normally most of the people I see would go ape over that.
When Molly dressed and returned, Sheryl told me to undress. I stripped everything off. When I got to Molly’s panties, Molly laughed and Sheryl sneered and said it was more proof that I was pathetic. I removed them and was naked which is how I stayed the entire time I was there.
She said how pissed she was about the sleepover weekend, fucking her daughter, giving her a key, deceiving her about the whole thing, and especially for that phony interview. She ranted quite a bit on this. She’d had more conversations with Molly which included the idea of spanking me for carrying out this charade. Somehow I got the expectation of lots of sex along with the punishment but that was the wrong assumption.
We went to her bedroom. She had me kneel in front of Molly and apologize for everything I’d done. Sheryl handcuffed me and pushed me across the foot of her bed, front of my upper body against the bed. I had to step my legs wide apart. Molly stood by the side of the bed. Sheryl began spanking me with her hand, then used a belt and beat my ass. Molly went wild. Both of them were fully dressed and I am so conditioned to getting sex during times like this but Sheryl denied me any contact with Molly or herself. She did fuck me some but it was more like revenge than pleasure.
Throughout the afternoon Molly teased me by walking around scantily dressed, sometimes in nothing but bra and panties. She’d stick her pussy or ass close to my face and laugh. I stayed cuffed. Sheryl beat my ass again. At one point Molly stuck her ass against my face and I licked her through her panty and after she pulled the panel aside, I kissed and sucked her hole. Sheryl came in and saw this, pulled me away, threw me on the floor, whipped my cunt and lectured me about anything she could think of.
After that she released me from the cuffs and had me prepare supper. When we finished eating around 7:15ish, she told me I could stay through the weekend, if I wanted to but it would not be pleasant. I agreed and asked if I could get some personal items (toiletries, pc, etc.). She was willing to do that but said she wasn’t giving me my clothes back to go get them. I said forget it but Molly kept telling Sheryl how cool it would be if we all went to my house and begged her mom to go and that I could go naked. So about 8:00 we drove over in Sheryl’s car, me in the back seat naked. Sheryl went through every inch of my house. Molly showed her the cage but Sheryl said it was too nasty to be in her home. We left with my toy bag, laptop, all the slut lingerie Molly had me buy, some of my lingerie and heels Sheryl liked.
That night, with Molly directing, I gave Sheryl a version of the slut lingerie fashion show in the same way I did with Molly and friends back in April. Both of them sipped wine and I changed into one outfit after another. I thought surely all this parading around would set some sparks flying and we’d have sex but it didn’t. Instead Sheryl had me naked again and had me beat myself on my back, tits, cunt, ass and thighs with several things. When I’d do it, Sheryl would bitch that I wasn’t hitting myself hard enough. They let me drink wine to loosen me up and had me do it again. She said if I didn’t do it hard enough she’d do it. Humiliating doesn’t begin to describe this. We went on until about 1:00 in the morning.
I spent Thursday night in Sheryl’s closet blindfolded and cuffed which was some sort of a payback for me spending part of the weekend with Molly and being in her closet.
Friday 9/16
Sheryl let me out to pee this morning about 7:30 after a miserable night of sleeping cuffed in her closet. I wanted to shower but instead she had me run out to the pool naked and jump in to wake up. To my demise, the weather has turned much cooler, only about 60. I came out shivering. She said that was my shower, dry off and stay naked all day.
I made coffee for all. Molly went to class around 8:30. Sheryl told me to follow her to the bathroom. She said the one thing she really hates is wiping her ass and since I was around and she wasn’t going to fuck me, I might as well be useful and wipe her ass, a first for me. Sheryl showered. She made some work calls and left me to make her bed, clean the bathroom and kitchen. I knew my pc was in the small sun room off the kitchen and that’s when I hastily wrote a note to Jody and Katrina.
Sheryl figured out what I’d done and took my pc away for writing the note. She put me in a corner of her study and had me face the corner while she worked. She took away all my bathroom privileges for the weekend and said I’d pee on the pool deck or in a cup and I’d ask permission. She said my poops would be on papers by the deck and I’d bag them and take them to the garbage can. That frosted me. As she worked, she’d tell me how lucky I was to have someone who was so rational and not prone to violence. I know that during the morning Sheryl talked to someone on the phone about me. I had no idea what that was about.
Molly came home around 1:00. Sheryl told her about suspending my computer and bathroom privileges and expected her to follow the same rules with me. To taunt me in front of Molly, Sheryl gagged me with a huge ball. I wasn’t tied or anything but had to walk around like this and drooling. Then Sheryl had me try to eat Molly’s pussy which was of course impossible. Sheryl slapped my ass for failing.
Later in the afternoon, Sheryl finally gave in to Molly's whining about needing a cage. Molly went out and bought one; a medium sized one; about 24W x 36L x 27H by the dimensions on the box. I had to put it together and set it up in their family room. I got in and found it terribly cramped.
Throughout the day, Sheryl lectured me about what I did to her daughter and that I violated her trust in me. These tirades might last 2 minutes or 30 minutes. She constantly called me a little tramp. She didn’t use me sexually; Molly, however, still paraded around, teased me and gloated.
During the day and evening, with permission, I peed in a large measuring cup and one time peed on the kitchen floor which I cleaned up. That night I finally gave in to my biological urges and told Sheryl I needed to shit. She gave permission, and with both of them watching I spread a newspaper on the pool deck close to the house and crapped, bagged it in a small plastic grocery bag and walked around the side of the house naked and put in the trash can. So gross!
That evening they blindfolded me and made me scrunch up in the cage while they watched a movie, ate popcorn and talked. They debated about having me sleep there but in the end, Sheryl let me out and took me to her shower. She had Molly cuff my hands in front of me and chain my ankles. If the closet was bad, this was worse. Even though her shower stall is larger than average, I spent a miserable night and got very little sleep. Truthfully I was ready to call it quits and was mad at everybody who got me into this mess; both of you, Molly and Sheryl and myself.
Saturday 9/17
Saturday morning, Sheryl got me up around 8:30, uncuffed me and told me I could take a cold shower. That was awful but better than nothing. Again the weather was around 60, gray and cloudy which made a cold shower than much worse. My mood was horrible and I came within an inch of saying I wanted out but somehow I didn’t.
I’d fixed breakfast for Sheryl and was cleaning the kitchen when she told me she wanted to see my blog. Using her laptop, I logged in. When she saw there were over 250 posts she told me she didn’t have time to read all those; she just wanted to see Molly, so I segmented the 32 posts for her. She started reading, I couldn’t see what she was reading but she started calling me a damn bitch and hit me. She handcuffed me and stormed out in a huff.
I was lying in the kitchen floor crying when Molly sauntered in. She asked me what was wrong and I told her and that I was ready to quit. She called her mom. They talked. Molly dressed and left the house without saying anything except she’d be back. About an hour later they came home. Molly came into the kitchen and pissed on me, uncuffed me and had me clean the floor. Sheryl was standing at the doorway watching. Molly caged me just to keep me out of Sheryl’s way; that’s my thought.
Things calmed down but Sheryl said very little to me for a couple of hours. Molly let me out and took me to Sheryl. Sheryl told me I could eat Molly but I’d have to beat my cunt first. By this time I would have done anything so I got one of my bondage straps and beat my cunt while Sheryl watched like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Molly stripped and sat on the bed. I crawled between her legs and started licking her. Sheryl watched until Molly came and then she beat my ass. I picked up that Sheryl deliberately waited 48 hours since my arrival before she allowed sexual contact to happen.
Molly cuffed me; leather cuffs this time, blindfolded me and put me back in the cage for Sheryl. She (Molly) took a nap. Sometime in all this, the doorbell rang and Sheryl was talking to somebody, another woman with a raspy voice by what I could hear. I know they came into the room where I was caged because I heard Sheryl say “there she is.” The woman said like … you’re doing the right thing. You have to let her know you’re in control. That’s all I heard. However I think they went back to Sheryl’s computer which to my knowledge was still on and blog was up because I could hear some laughing, some “omg’s” and “that bitch.” Molly got up while the woman was still there but little was said. Shortly she left, Molly got me out.
Throughout the day, much as yesterday, we’d be in the middle of doing something non sexy, like me making her breakfast or vacuuming the carpets and Sheryl would lecture me. Once she had me show her my cunt. I’d spread myself then she’ll have me go back and do whatever I was doing.
I also peed in a large measuring cup or on the kitchen floor. Saturday night after supper I shit again on the pool deck, pick it up in a small bag. I took it to the garbage cans beside the house.
That evening Molly planned to go out with girl friends to a party downtown. After she’d showered and dressed, she came into the room where Sheryl and I were. I went OMG. She had on a tight shimmery silver mini dress, barely covered her butt cheeks, matching silver high heels, hair all done up and looked like a Hollywood hottie. Molly shamelessly asked me if she looked good enough to eat and I drooled. She sat on the arm of the sofa, pulled her skirt up and showed this wispy white thong which she pulled aside. Sheryl grimaced but Molly said … mom you said it was okay. I knee walked to her and sucked her pussy and made her cumm. She left about 9:30 to pick up some of her girl friends.
After she left, Sheryl read, I was in the cage, not cuffed or anything; just there. About 10:00, Sheryl said she was going to bed. She didn’t say anything but undressed in full view of me, put on her strappy, had me sit on the edge of the bed with my legs back and fucked my cunt and ass. I came. She then crawled up on her bed and said eat me, you damn tramp. I sucked her pussy off then went after her ass and sucked that while I rubbed her clit until she came again. That night I slept collared and leashed with the end of the leash cuffed around one of the legs of the bed. I did get a blanket and pillow. I slept fairly well until about 3:00 in the morning when Molly came home, snuck into her moms room, waked me and whispered that she needed her pussy sucked. I made her cumm then she went to her room.
Sunday 9/18.
Around 7:00, I woke and asked Sheryl to let me out to pee on the deck, which she did. I had a pretty good idea where my cell was, got it and sent the message really quickly then went back to her room. I curled up and slept until 10:00 when Sheryl got up. She peed and took a crap and told me to wipe her ass. I did it and she told me I better do it good because my face was going to end up under her ass. I thought, finally.
We went back to her bed and she had me lie down. She straddled me, pushed her cunt over my mouth and her asshole right over my nose. Nobody had to tell me what she wanted/ I started sucking her pussy and licking her ass. She squeezed my cunt, slapped it some, let me cumm. She definitely came. I was like … okay, now we’re friends again. But she turned stone cold again like no sex ever took place and told me to go make coffee. She showered while I did.
I did my pee in a cup thing, fixed breakfast for her, and the usual stuff. She in turn gave me another lecture about deceiving her. I again apologized. She read the paper; I did her laundry and changed sheets on her bed. Then I had to stand in the corner again while she bitched at me. She told me she finds my blog despicable. I apologized but told her its part of the routine I go through for you two. She did ask me if I truly enjoyed all the humiliation; I was honest and said yes. I timidly asked about who came over yesterday and she refused to discuss it. Molly got up around noon, drank some juice, I made her pancakes. She fell asleep on the sofa.
Little else happened. I think both Sheryl and I were tired. When Molly finished napping, we watched some football on TV. Around 4:00 she let me shower for real, do my hair and dress. Parting was awkward. Molly hugged and kissed me, Sheryl gave me little more than a quick hug. I again apologized and thanked her for letting me stay over. Sheryl did tell me we’d talk in a few days perhaps and I said I’m willing to discuss anything. I left a few minutes before 5:00.
This morning I wrote her a thank you note.
It is apparent to me Sheryl is not an experienced domme’. I think she was going through the motions much of the weekend of what she thought should happen without actually feeling connected to it. These parties Molly has mentioned her mom goes to when she dresses hot, to me, are just parties, not sexual gatherings that Molly alludes to. I think she's somewhat bitter toward me and I can’t quite digest all this yet. I think also that Sheryl has perhaps had a female lover at one time or another since the divorce and my guess is she got jilted. I’m also not totally sure she really likes me. She could but the Molly situation is getting in the way. I’m not going to press the situation with Sheryl but abide by my instincts and give her some space to work things out.
Sept 14, 2011: Sheryl's Talk
I went over by 10:30 as Sheryl wanted. Molly had classes at the college and wasn’t there. Initially, there was no sex, just a lot of conversation.
She and Molly talked last night, ordered pizza and drank wine. She said its amazing how loose lipped her daughter is after a couple of glasses of wine. She now knew a great deal about what she called”a sordid little affair with her daughter.” I cringed. She mentioned several things; the weekend I slept in Molly's room, the lingerie party at Stephanie’s cottage, the episode last fall when Molly and friends made me wear that green cheap teddy, the multiple sessions of girls fucking me, Molly having the key to my house, her bringing girl friends over to use me and a few other events. In Sheryl’s words, Molly had painted a rather complete picture of me, my preferences and perversions. She knew I had a blog and may read it at some point. But right now she prefers getting information through conversation.
Of all the things she knew, the weekend sleepover was the most sordid. She pressed me for details and I gave them to her. She also learned I let girls piss on me and she thought that was degrading.
She asked about my feelings for her daughter. Was it love? I said yes, but it’s more of a fondness; I’ve become hooked on what she does to me. I’ve often thought of her as the daughter I never had. I apologized and said I never meant for it to get this far but I couldn’t stop and was encouraged, particularly by Kammy, to continue.
She said that leads to the question she wanted to ask me; how I came to be such a slut. She allowed me to talk about my beginnings with Jody and how one thing led to another until I was spending nights in a cage while I was told what to do and how that progressed to seeing people. Initially I saw women and men but we dropped the men about 3 years ago. I revealed my relationship with Lisa and Britney; Sheryl listened intently to every word, asked a ton of questions about that. She asked if I still saw them and I said no, not in about 3 years. She said my relationship with both of you is something we’d talk about extensively over time.
She returned to last night’s conversation with Molly and her admission that I was not the only older woman she’d screwed and humiliated. She’d enticed me because she heard from Alexandria how easy I was and how girls could do anything to me. (Sheryl met Alexandria once and ran her out of her house because she was bad news.) She also asked me what I knew about Linda (at times I felt like Sheryl was asking me questions she already knew the answers to as a way of checking my truthfulness.) I told her what I knew and that Stephanie was using Linda in much the same way Molly was using me and there were gang bangs that lasted the whole weekend. I told her that Linda and I had been used several times together by Molly, Stephanie and several other girls.
From there Sheryl launched into a social commentary about raising teens today. She knew girls today had more power than ever and having sex with other girls was almost becoming the norm. she also believed that some moms today were going out of their way to be girl friends to their daughters instead of moms, even as early as their puberty years. She now knew that Stephanie and her mom have sex, in fact the whole family fucks and Courtney has sex with her mom. (I didn’t know any of this.).
She told me she’d never touched her daughter sexually and now wondered if Molly's experimentation with older women was some kind of a substitute for that experience. She said Molly knows she could not entice her into sex and in her mind, me, Linda and the others were an outlet for her. I found that to be an interesting.
She told me what Molly had planned for Tuesday afternoon which she, Sheryl, foiled by coming come early. After fucking, Molly intended to have me put on Sheryl’s favorite string bikini, go to the rec room, hand cuff me, put a collar and dog leash on me, padlock chain around my waist, and padlock the other end around one of the two wooden columns. She planned to vibe me off several times and make me cumm in the bikini bottom, then put the keys to the cuffs down the front of the bikini in my goo, and put the padlock keys in the cups of the bikini top. Her plan was to blindfold me with Sheryl’s sleep mask, leave the house and have me found that way. Sheryl said, personally, coming home and finding me like that and knowing Molly conspired against her would have probably led to more dire consequences.
She said it should come as no surprise to me that I would be punished for deceiving her, having sex with her daughter when she was not legal and particularly for spending the weekend in her house. She was still debating how she intended to carry this out, whether it should be physical or denying me Molly but she could see this happening over a period of several days until she felt satisfied. It may require a lot of my time. Much of it would take place in front of Molly and that she would whip me and make me squirm as retribution for what I’d done.
She said this is where we will stop the conversation for today. Unfortunately, she had a conference call this afternoon and needed to refocus her thoughts. I thought she wanted me to leave so I got up.
But she said there is one more thing; let’s get back to why we’re here. She hoped I realized that she held all the cards and I held none. She also realized we’re all adults now in one form or another and though this mess began long ago, she could not undo history. Molly really liked me and she (Sheryl) would not put an end to that relationship on one condition; that both of us stopped trying to hide things. Molly had agreed; did I? I breathed a sigh of relief and said thank you, I would agree.
She said, “Good, that’s settled. Now take off your clothes.”
I was stunned. Sheryl had the look on her face like she’d just told one of her subordinates to get her coffee. I froze. was nervous as hell but stood up I’d dressed in skirt and blouse, bra and my regular slut panties, hose and heels because I’d wanted to look like I had some degree of common sense and was not a total tramp. I was shaking all over but I took off my blouse, my bra, hesitated then removed the skirt. When she saw the slut panties and my pussy poking through, she said she was fully aware of the dress requirements Molly imposed on me. That remark embarrassed me. I quickly took them off. She looked at me then said she understood that my graduation gift to Molly was the Brazilian wax. I nodded. She said, “See, I know a lot don’t I.”
She told me to leave my clothes where they were and follow her into the bedroom. Her toys were on top of the bureau. She picked up a set of handcuffs, approached me, and cuffed my hands behind my back. She sat in one of the two chairs in the bay window portion of her bedroom and told me to stand facing her with my legs apart.
She took a small camera off the bureau and took several pictures of me naked, saying they were for her private collection and would remain her property forever. By now I was about to come unglued.
Molly told her I was much more compliant when I felt like I was being forced and she assumed the handcuffs would suffice for creating that mood. I told her yes. She asked if I was surprised by her having me undress. I said it was the last thing I expected; I thought she’d throw me out. She asked why would she throw me out of she asked me to come over and talk. My whole body was doing flip flops.
Sheryl went into the bathroom and came back with a towel which she folded across her chair. She was dressed in a white jersey hooded top and matching black short skirt trimmed in white and cork soled wedge heels. She removed the skirt and revealed black g-string bikini panties. She took that off and unzipped the top and sat naked in the chair. She asked if I liked her pussy (shaved with a landing strip) and I said yes. She thought she should sample what Molly had enjoyed and told me to kneel in front of her chair.
She had me suck her nipples and she cupped her breasts to my mouth. I sucked her nipples, going from one to the other when she told me to. After a long time she had me go to her pussy. She told me to sniff it then began kissing and licking it. She took more pictures of me eating her. That freaked me and drove me insane. She told me to slow down and take my time. This progressed to me licking her pussy, sucking her clit and swirling my tongue down to her hole, which she told me not to do, that would come later. I went back to her pussy and worked her slowly until she told me to become more aggressive. I went at her, followed her instructions about how she wanted it and kept sucking until she told me … don’t stop. I kept licking just under her clit, sucking it some until she grabbed my head and rocked off a cumm which seemed to last forever. She slowly ebbed, pulled her legs back and told me to use my tongue to spread her juices on her asshole then suck it. I did exactly as she asked, began sucking her asshole and rubbing my nose against her pussy. She started quivering and came again like this, then let her legs rest on my back. When she got her breath she said I was too good for Molly; no wonder she fucked me. I thanked her and kissed her pussy softly. She took a picture of my messy face.
She had me kneel up again with my knees apart. She crossed her left leg over right and moved her right foot and ankle under my cunt. She began moving her left leg up and down, grinding against my cunt. She told me to hump it and I began this lewd dance with my cunt against her lower leg. She started dirty talking me, calling me a fucking bitch and she wanted to see how I came. She took a picture of this, me with an expression of lust on my face and humping her leg and ankle. She pushed her leg tighter against me and I kept straining for friction until I moaned and exploded. She kept her lower leg against me and let me ebb. Then she told me to get down and lick my goo off her lower leg. I bent way down and licked my cumm off the top of her foot, ankle and leg while she told me I was a slutty bitch.
When I’d recovered, she said she thought we’d get along just fine. I thanked her. We stayed like that for a minute or two.
She got up, camera in hand, and told me to follow her to the bathroom which I did. She helped me into the Jacuzzi tub and had me kneel facing her. She said what she was about to do to me right now wasn’t something she was accustomed to doing. she thrust her hips forward, told me to open my mouth and close my eyes. She pissed on me, in my face and let it spill down my body. She took more pictures then when she’d finished pissing told me to piss. Again she took pictures of me pissing. She said this should be an indication of my position with her but she still thought it was terribly gross.
She took a wet towel, wiped her pussy off. She wiped me off and helped me out of the tub. She dressed then removed the cuffs. I started to dress but she told me no, there’s no reason for me to wear clothes right now. She sent me to the kitchen to make sandwiches while she loaded the pictures on her computer.
While we ate, I thanked her for being so rational about this. She said do not confuse what I considered to be her rational mood with a lack of anger. She's plenty mad and I am dangling on a string with her right now. This is the way she is. She asked if I had any questions. I said I was curious why she had a strappy. She said her sex life was not on the agenda for today.
She told me that Molly would be home soon and we’d begin the punishment. She keeping checking her watch and finally said this is not going to work, referring the dilemma of a conference call interrupting the punishment. She told me to be back tomorrow at noon. By that time she should be finished talking with Molly and would have decided how she intended to handle me. I told her I had an eye exam tomorrow at 11:40. She said that’s too bad, cancel it; be here. She asked me if I understood. I said yes.
She told me she’d see me at noon tomorrow and then told me to leave.
She and Molly talked last night, ordered pizza and drank wine. She said its amazing how loose lipped her daughter is after a couple of glasses of wine. She now knew a great deal about what she called”a sordid little affair with her daughter.” I cringed. She mentioned several things; the weekend I slept in Molly's room, the lingerie party at Stephanie’s cottage, the episode last fall when Molly and friends made me wear that green cheap teddy, the multiple sessions of girls fucking me, Molly having the key to my house, her bringing girl friends over to use me and a few other events. In Sheryl’s words, Molly had painted a rather complete picture of me, my preferences and perversions. She knew I had a blog and may read it at some point. But right now she prefers getting information through conversation.
Of all the things she knew, the weekend sleepover was the most sordid. She pressed me for details and I gave them to her. She also learned I let girls piss on me and she thought that was degrading.
She asked about my feelings for her daughter. Was it love? I said yes, but it’s more of a fondness; I’ve become hooked on what she does to me. I’ve often thought of her as the daughter I never had. I apologized and said I never meant for it to get this far but I couldn’t stop and was encouraged, particularly by Kammy, to continue.
She said that leads to the question she wanted to ask me; how I came to be such a slut. She allowed me to talk about my beginnings with Jody and how one thing led to another until I was spending nights in a cage while I was told what to do and how that progressed to seeing people. Initially I saw women and men but we dropped the men about 3 years ago. I revealed my relationship with Lisa and Britney; Sheryl listened intently to every word, asked a ton of questions about that. She asked if I still saw them and I said no, not in about 3 years. She said my relationship with both of you is something we’d talk about extensively over time.
She returned to last night’s conversation with Molly and her admission that I was not the only older woman she’d screwed and humiliated. She’d enticed me because she heard from Alexandria how easy I was and how girls could do anything to me. (Sheryl met Alexandria once and ran her out of her house because she was bad news.) She also asked me what I knew about Linda (at times I felt like Sheryl was asking me questions she already knew the answers to as a way of checking my truthfulness.) I told her what I knew and that Stephanie was using Linda in much the same way Molly was using me and there were gang bangs that lasted the whole weekend. I told her that Linda and I had been used several times together by Molly, Stephanie and several other girls.
From there Sheryl launched into a social commentary about raising teens today. She knew girls today had more power than ever and having sex with other girls was almost becoming the norm. she also believed that some moms today were going out of their way to be girl friends to their daughters instead of moms, even as early as their puberty years. She now knew that Stephanie and her mom have sex, in fact the whole family fucks and Courtney has sex with her mom. (I didn’t know any of this.).
She told me she’d never touched her daughter sexually and now wondered if Molly's experimentation with older women was some kind of a substitute for that experience. She said Molly knows she could not entice her into sex and in her mind, me, Linda and the others were an outlet for her. I found that to be an interesting.
She told me what Molly had planned for Tuesday afternoon which she, Sheryl, foiled by coming come early. After fucking, Molly intended to have me put on Sheryl’s favorite string bikini, go to the rec room, hand cuff me, put a collar and dog leash on me, padlock chain around my waist, and padlock the other end around one of the two wooden columns. She planned to vibe me off several times and make me cumm in the bikini bottom, then put the keys to the cuffs down the front of the bikini in my goo, and put the padlock keys in the cups of the bikini top. Her plan was to blindfold me with Sheryl’s sleep mask, leave the house and have me found that way. Sheryl said, personally, coming home and finding me like that and knowing Molly conspired against her would have probably led to more dire consequences.
She said it should come as no surprise to me that I would be punished for deceiving her, having sex with her daughter when she was not legal and particularly for spending the weekend in her house. She was still debating how she intended to carry this out, whether it should be physical or denying me Molly but she could see this happening over a period of several days until she felt satisfied. It may require a lot of my time. Much of it would take place in front of Molly and that she would whip me and make me squirm as retribution for what I’d done.
She said this is where we will stop the conversation for today. Unfortunately, she had a conference call this afternoon and needed to refocus her thoughts. I thought she wanted me to leave so I got up.
But she said there is one more thing; let’s get back to why we’re here. She hoped I realized that she held all the cards and I held none. She also realized we’re all adults now in one form or another and though this mess began long ago, she could not undo history. Molly really liked me and she (Sheryl) would not put an end to that relationship on one condition; that both of us stopped trying to hide things. Molly had agreed; did I? I breathed a sigh of relief and said thank you, I would agree.
She said, “Good, that’s settled. Now take off your clothes.”
I was stunned. Sheryl had the look on her face like she’d just told one of her subordinates to get her coffee. I froze. was nervous as hell but stood up I’d dressed in skirt and blouse, bra and my regular slut panties, hose and heels because I’d wanted to look like I had some degree of common sense and was not a total tramp. I was shaking all over but I took off my blouse, my bra, hesitated then removed the skirt. When she saw the slut panties and my pussy poking through, she said she was fully aware of the dress requirements Molly imposed on me. That remark embarrassed me. I quickly took them off. She looked at me then said she understood that my graduation gift to Molly was the Brazilian wax. I nodded. She said, “See, I know a lot don’t I.”
She told me to leave my clothes where they were and follow her into the bedroom. Her toys were on top of the bureau. She picked up a set of handcuffs, approached me, and cuffed my hands behind my back. She sat in one of the two chairs in the bay window portion of her bedroom and told me to stand facing her with my legs apart.
She took a small camera off the bureau and took several pictures of me naked, saying they were for her private collection and would remain her property forever. By now I was about to come unglued.
Molly told her I was much more compliant when I felt like I was being forced and she assumed the handcuffs would suffice for creating that mood. I told her yes. She asked if I was surprised by her having me undress. I said it was the last thing I expected; I thought she’d throw me out. She asked why would she throw me out of she asked me to come over and talk. My whole body was doing flip flops.
Sheryl went into the bathroom and came back with a towel which she folded across her chair. She was dressed in a white jersey hooded top and matching black short skirt trimmed in white and cork soled wedge heels. She removed the skirt and revealed black g-string bikini panties. She took that off and unzipped the top and sat naked in the chair. She asked if I liked her pussy (shaved with a landing strip) and I said yes. She thought she should sample what Molly had enjoyed and told me to kneel in front of her chair.
She had me suck her nipples and she cupped her breasts to my mouth. I sucked her nipples, going from one to the other when she told me to. After a long time she had me go to her pussy. She told me to sniff it then began kissing and licking it. She took more pictures of me eating her. That freaked me and drove me insane. She told me to slow down and take my time. This progressed to me licking her pussy, sucking her clit and swirling my tongue down to her hole, which she told me not to do, that would come later. I went back to her pussy and worked her slowly until she told me to become more aggressive. I went at her, followed her instructions about how she wanted it and kept sucking until she told me … don’t stop. I kept licking just under her clit, sucking it some until she grabbed my head and rocked off a cumm which seemed to last forever. She slowly ebbed, pulled her legs back and told me to use my tongue to spread her juices on her asshole then suck it. I did exactly as she asked, began sucking her asshole and rubbing my nose against her pussy. She started quivering and came again like this, then let her legs rest on my back. When she got her breath she said I was too good for Molly; no wonder she fucked me. I thanked her and kissed her pussy softly. She took a picture of my messy face.
She had me kneel up again with my knees apart. She crossed her left leg over right and moved her right foot and ankle under my cunt. She began moving her left leg up and down, grinding against my cunt. She told me to hump it and I began this lewd dance with my cunt against her lower leg. She started dirty talking me, calling me a fucking bitch and she wanted to see how I came. She took a picture of this, me with an expression of lust on my face and humping her leg and ankle. She pushed her leg tighter against me and I kept straining for friction until I moaned and exploded. She kept her lower leg against me and let me ebb. Then she told me to get down and lick my goo off her lower leg. I bent way down and licked my cumm off the top of her foot, ankle and leg while she told me I was a slutty bitch.
When I’d recovered, she said she thought we’d get along just fine. I thanked her. We stayed like that for a minute or two.
She got up, camera in hand, and told me to follow her to the bathroom which I did. She helped me into the Jacuzzi tub and had me kneel facing her. She said what she was about to do to me right now wasn’t something she was accustomed to doing. she thrust her hips forward, told me to open my mouth and close my eyes. She pissed on me, in my face and let it spill down my body. She took more pictures then when she’d finished pissing told me to piss. Again she took pictures of me pissing. She said this should be an indication of my position with her but she still thought it was terribly gross.
She took a wet towel, wiped her pussy off. She wiped me off and helped me out of the tub. She dressed then removed the cuffs. I started to dress but she told me no, there’s no reason for me to wear clothes right now. She sent me to the kitchen to make sandwiches while she loaded the pictures on her computer.
While we ate, I thanked her for being so rational about this. She said do not confuse what I considered to be her rational mood with a lack of anger. She's plenty mad and I am dangling on a string with her right now. This is the way she is. She asked if I had any questions. I said I was curious why she had a strappy. She said her sex life was not on the agenda for today.
She told me that Molly would be home soon and we’d begin the punishment. She keeping checking her watch and finally said this is not going to work, referring the dilemma of a conference call interrupting the punishment. She told me to be back tomorrow at noon. By that time she should be finished talking with Molly and would have decided how she intended to handle me. I told her I had an eye exam tomorrow at 11:40. She said that’s too bad, cancel it; be here. She asked me if I understood. I said yes.
She told me she’d see me at noon tomorrow and then told me to leave.
Sept 13, 2011: Caught
Here’s a summary of what happened today. When I went to Molly's this morning around 10:00, she had to be at the college for a few hours of classes. While she was gone, she wanted me to do some things around her house and gave me a list; standard house cleaning stuff, but a lot of it to do with Sheryl’s room. Molly wanted it all finished by the time she got home around 2:30. She told me Sheryl flew out of town Monday on business and would not be home until 4:00 or 4:30.
Molly planned to fuck me when she got home from classes. She left; I plunged into the list of chores and thought about sex with Molly.
I was cleaning the kitchen counters when I heard the garage door go up. I looked at the clock and it was 1:22. I thought Molly was early; but to my total surprise, Sheryl walked in. She asked what I was doing here; I told her then said something about I wasn’t expecting you so soon. She said she got an earlier flight. She bluntly said it seemed odd that I was cleaning house because Molly told me to. She took her suitcase to her bedroom. I knew her room was immaculate, fresh sheets on the bed, bathroom cleaned, laundry folded on her dresser, and the room vacuumed. She came back and asked me if I did it. I said yes.
She gave me a cold stare and said we need to have a talk about what’s going on because when she walked in, I looked like I’d seen a ghost. Apparently I was expecting something different. She had me follow her back to her bedroom and opened her bureau drawer where I’ve seen Molly get her toys. She showed me her strappy and asked if I’d seen this before. I went into dumb mode but I know the look on my face said guilty. Sheryl said don’t lie to me; there seems to be a correlation between some of my visits and the times she's found the strappy out of place and not exactly clean.
She kept staring holes through me. I started to say something but broke down in tears and sat on the edge of the bed, held my head in my hands and sobbed. I said I’m sorry over and over. She asked specifically if I had sex with her daughter. I nodded yes. She went “gawd in heaven” and asked how long has this been going on? I said this summer. She said bullshit. I said a couple of years; the January before she turned 16 in February. She said we’re getting to the bottom of this.
She drilled me with questions but I was so choked up I couldn’t answer. When I finally regained some composure, we moved to the living room and she fixed us a drink. She asked again how this whole thing started. I spilled out how I met Molly, her taunting phone calls to me for weeks before we actually met, and the first meeting for sex at my house. She asked about Stephanie’s involvement and any other friends. I gave her honest answers. She asked for names; I told her the ones I could remember at that moment. She said I was a regular tramp. She asked what we did. I told her I’m Molly's sub. She fucks me; I eat her plus a lot of humiliation. She asked if the handcuffs were part of this and I replied yes plus some other tied up stuff and spankings. She asked where we met to fuck (was livid that we fucked at her house) and some other things I can’t remember.
Molly came home about 3:00. Sheryl told me to keep quiet. When Molly saw us she went blank. I knew this was not something she planned. Sheryl told her she knew everything. Molly sat there expressionless then nonchalantly said, okay so I fuck Eve, what’s the issue? Sheryl got really pissed.
Sheryl told me to leave the room, go downstairs while she talked to Molly. I did and figured I’d seen the last of Molly. I felt awful. A few minutes later Sheryl summoned me back upstairs. Molly looked like nothing had happened and actually gave me a look like this is no big deal. Sheryl told me to go home because they had things to discuss and needed complete privacy and not to call Molly since she now had her cell phone.
She did ask if I was okay to drive home. I said yes, thank you. then she told me not to do anything stupid and after she's talked more with Molly she’d decide how to deal with me. I left around 4:00, came home and cried more.
Sheryl called me (on Molly's phone) around 8:30 this evening while I was writing this. They were still talking. She told me this will remain a private matter and will be settled between us. Involving outside authorities will do no good at this point. However, some things are going to change. She’s taking tomorrow off and told me to see her around 10:30, that we would have an adult talk. I told her okay, I’d be there.
In retrospect, Sheryl, to her credit, did not loose her temper, remained composed and never yelled at me nor did she ever threaten me even though I could tell she was seething.
Nonetheless, I feel like shit right now. I am not happy to say the least. I’ll keep my other thoughts to myself.
Molly planned to fuck me when she got home from classes. She left; I plunged into the list of chores and thought about sex with Molly.
I was cleaning the kitchen counters when I heard the garage door go up. I looked at the clock and it was 1:22. I thought Molly was early; but to my total surprise, Sheryl walked in. She asked what I was doing here; I told her then said something about I wasn’t expecting you so soon. She said she got an earlier flight. She bluntly said it seemed odd that I was cleaning house because Molly told me to. She took her suitcase to her bedroom. I knew her room was immaculate, fresh sheets on the bed, bathroom cleaned, laundry folded on her dresser, and the room vacuumed. She came back and asked me if I did it. I said yes.
She gave me a cold stare and said we need to have a talk about what’s going on because when she walked in, I looked like I’d seen a ghost. Apparently I was expecting something different. She had me follow her back to her bedroom and opened her bureau drawer where I’ve seen Molly get her toys. She showed me her strappy and asked if I’d seen this before. I went into dumb mode but I know the look on my face said guilty. Sheryl said don’t lie to me; there seems to be a correlation between some of my visits and the times she's found the strappy out of place and not exactly clean.
She kept staring holes through me. I started to say something but broke down in tears and sat on the edge of the bed, held my head in my hands and sobbed. I said I’m sorry over and over. She asked specifically if I had sex with her daughter. I nodded yes. She went “gawd in heaven” and asked how long has this been going on? I said this summer. She said bullshit. I said a couple of years; the January before she turned 16 in February. She said we’re getting to the bottom of this.
She drilled me with questions but I was so choked up I couldn’t answer. When I finally regained some composure, we moved to the living room and she fixed us a drink. She asked again how this whole thing started. I spilled out how I met Molly, her taunting phone calls to me for weeks before we actually met, and the first meeting for sex at my house. She asked about Stephanie’s involvement and any other friends. I gave her honest answers. She asked for names; I told her the ones I could remember at that moment. She said I was a regular tramp. She asked what we did. I told her I’m Molly's sub. She fucks me; I eat her plus a lot of humiliation. She asked if the handcuffs were part of this and I replied yes plus some other tied up stuff and spankings. She asked where we met to fuck (was livid that we fucked at her house) and some other things I can’t remember.
Molly came home about 3:00. Sheryl told me to keep quiet. When Molly saw us she went blank. I knew this was not something she planned. Sheryl told her she knew everything. Molly sat there expressionless then nonchalantly said, okay so I fuck Eve, what’s the issue? Sheryl got really pissed.
Sheryl told me to leave the room, go downstairs while she talked to Molly. I did and figured I’d seen the last of Molly. I felt awful. A few minutes later Sheryl summoned me back upstairs. Molly looked like nothing had happened and actually gave me a look like this is no big deal. Sheryl told me to go home because they had things to discuss and needed complete privacy and not to call Molly since she now had her cell phone.
She did ask if I was okay to drive home. I said yes, thank you. then she told me not to do anything stupid and after she's talked more with Molly she’d decide how to deal with me. I left around 4:00, came home and cried more.
Sheryl called me (on Molly's phone) around 8:30 this evening while I was writing this. They were still talking. She told me this will remain a private matter and will be settled between us. Involving outside authorities will do no good at this point. However, some things are going to change. She’s taking tomorrow off and told me to see her around 10:30, that we would have an adult talk. I told her okay, I’d be there.
In retrospect, Sheryl, to her credit, did not loose her temper, remained composed and never yelled at me nor did she ever threaten me even though I could tell she was seething.
Nonetheless, I feel like shit right now. I am not happy to say the least. I’ll keep my other thoughts to myself.
Sept 9, 2011: At Mollys
I went over to Molly's around 2:30. The weather wasn’t the greatest so I wore a short skirt, summer top, bra and slut panties and took my bikini. Sheryl was at her club playing tennis. Although I wasn’t aware, Molly invited Hailey and Julie over as well and they were down in the rec room playing cards in between dips in the pool.
(I’d seen Hailey over the summer during the embarrassing day when Molly and some friends took me half naked into wine stores and tied me in the woods. I hadn’t seen Julie since the slut dress up show at Stephanie’s cottage back in the spring. I also remembered her quite well from a fuck session at Molly's last fall when they had me dress in cheap slut lingerie they’d bought at an adult store plus she was one of the ones involved in the sleepover weekend back in January.)
Molly chided me for wearing real clothes over and I changed into the bikini immediately while they returned to the pool. When I went poolside, they got out of the water and Molly had me go through the ritual of kneeling beside her lounge chair and telling her I loved her and how much I’d missed her pussy. Hailey and Julie got an eyeful and mocked me for my slavish behavior. I had to take off my top and let Molly play with my tits while the three of them made cutting remarks about what I was doing and dragged up every episode of how they’d used me in the past. Molly had Julie and Hailey also play with my tits. By then I was clearly wet and repeating their commands about how much I wanted to get fucked and what a horny slut I was. This scene of debauchery got worse when they had me take my bikini bottom off, sit on the pool deck with my legs apart and show them my smooth cunt slick with my own juices. Molly fingered me to add insult.
From there we went inside the rec room; I never made it into the pool. Once inside the three of them stripped nude. Molly said she had a present for me and showed me a red collar and a short pet leash, 4 foot thin chain with red leather handle. She put that on me and walked me around the rec room. Julie made the suggestion it would be more appropriate for me to be crawling. This dichotomy of me being their pet continued with me crawling behind Molly while she said “come on, kitty.” until she sat at one of the chairs at the game table and pulled my face between her legs.
On all fours, I licked her pussy and as she tightened her grip on the leash and drew my face in closer, I started eating her and did so until she came. The symbolism of me being a cat was slavish and I licked her cumm and made purring sounds, totally to their delight.
Julie took the leash and had me crawl behind her over to a cushioned wicker chair. She had me turn with my ass pointed to her while she playfully slapped my ass with the leather loop that made the handle of the leash. Then I turned and ate her pussy and licked her ass hole and talked about wanting her pussy. Hailey got behind me and stroked my cunt which drove me crazy. Julie, now with her legs pulled back and working her own clit, flooded me with her squirt and came.
Hailey lay in the floor, pointed to her pussy and said “here, kitty, kitty.”. I turned and got on the floor between her legs and began licking her. She went into a routine of reminding me about the first time she saw me, an afternoon at my house in April when she and Molly paid me a surprise visit and Molly made me masturbate in front of her as my initial greeting, how I was staring into her eyes and moaning as I came. She said it’s something she’d never forget. Her talk drove me to the edge of madness. She flipped over on her tummy then raised her hips and stuck her butt back at me. The signal was unmistakable and I began eating her ass and swirling my tongue down at her pussy while I rubbed her dripping cunt. She came then flipped back over and told me to get under her and lick her off again. I did and she settled her hips over my face and came again.
By now I looked like and smelled like a sex slut. I shuddered to think what would happen if Sheryl made an untimely appearance. I’d be doomed and said something about that to Molly. She laughed that her mom wouldn’t be home for at least 30 more minutes and sooner or later she’d find out what a slut I’d been anyway so why not now. I couldn’t tell if she was kidding or not and again made a plea for common sense to prevail. That pissed Molly off and she jumped me. She and Julie wrestled me to my tummy and pinned my wrists behind my back and snapped handcuffs on them. She got right in my face, which was full of fright, and told me she made a vow I’d be exposed sometime this summer and summer wasn’t over until 3 more weeks. Then she said … so why not today, here, right in front of her friends. My stomach was in knots. She said maybe they’d take my clothes, go upstairs and leave me tied up here until Sheryl came home. To prove her point, she took a rope out of her bag (yes, she has her own toy bag now; scary thought) and tied my ankles together. I started begging her and she told me …shut up, you old whore.
Molly began rubbing my cunt. They started laughing and imagining a scene when Sheryl got home and they were upstairs dressed and her mom asking ... where’s Eve and they’d say in the rec room. Molly played the whole thing out; making remarks about her mom asking why is Eve in the rec room and them saying ... why don’t you go down and see. With those words I went off the deep end and exploded in an orgasm. She kept going and said now her mom would know everything, I had their cumm and squirt all over me, my cunt was sopping with my own and the room smelled like a whores bedroom. As she described how Sheryl might be standing over me glaring down at me, I came again in a fit of total lust.
They left me that way and all piled into the sauna and then the shower. By now it was pouring rain and I imagined Sheryl being chased off the courts unless she was playing inside. I also thought maybe she's having a drink with her friends. But nothing helped relieve the total anxiety of her walking in and finding me like this. Meanwhile the girls were taking there sweet time. Finally Molly came out, opened the French doors to the pool and patio to let some of the aroma out. She teased me again about leaving me this way and told me it’s going to happen. I froze but she uncuffed me, took the collar off and untied my ankles. Then in a mocking voice she told me I better get my naked ass in the shower because her mom would be home any minute.
I didn’t know if she was kidding or not but I gathered my clothes and dashed into the shower. I tried to get calm, thinking how these little bitches had totally done a mind fuck on me. But when I turned off the water, I could hear Sheryl’s voice talking the girls in the rec room. I about freaked. It took me forever to get my thoughts together but I finally dressed and came out of the sauna/shower room.
Sheryl greeted me and asked if I’d entertained the girls in her absence. I did a double take at that remark and could not help but wonder what “entertainment” she meant. I glanced at Molly who now had this completely innocent expression on her face. Julie lewdly curled her tongue and did a licking gesture. Sheryl asked if I had a good swim despite the rain. Then I suddenly remembered that my bikini was out on a lounge chair by the pool and all the girls bathing suites were hanging on pegs by the shower entrance. I hoped Sheryl hadn’t noticed that little giveaway. I tried to switch the subject to her tennis match but Molly kept redirecting conversation back to how much fun they’d had this afternoon.
It was then that I noticed that, although Molly had put away her toys, she’d left the handcuffs on the cushion to the wicker sofa in plain sight. My heart skipped a beat and I thought was this by accident or by design. I tried to steer Sheryl’s attention in another direction with conversation but Molly, now standing next to the sofa, kept redirecting her mom. I was livid. Sure enough, Sheryl noticed the cuffs and asked who they belonged to and why were they here. Molly didn’t miss a beat and said they were mine (LIE) and we were playing games. My mouth fell open and I said they were not mine, they were hers. Sheryl quickly laughed that I better be careful what kind of games I play because her daughters mind is minefield. I stood there red-faced. When Sheryl was looking at me, Molly was behind her back making faces at me.
Sheryl suggested that we disappear upstairs for a drink. We did small talk about my vacation, Charleston (one of her favorite places), and her tennis game. Then out of the blue she asked me … whose handcuffs were those? I told her Molly's. she asked if Molly tried to handcuff me; I started to say no but Sheryl took my left wrist and looked at it, and saw a faint red mark left from the cuffs. Sheryl asked again and I said yes but it was a silly gesture and not a big deal. Sheryl acted like she wanted to get more specifics but she didn’t ask. I’m not sure she wanted to hear the answers.
She did ask if Molly had ever come on to me. I swallowed the olives in my martini and said I realize Molly is precocious and that young girls these days are far more advanced than they when in was that age. She said; answer my question because she knew we’d kissed. I told her it was a mother daughter type kiss and it occurred right before her graduation. Sheryl said she heard from Trudy that Molly had come on to her and she strongly suspected it was not past Molly to come on to me as well. I said, Sheryl, in many ways Molly is like the daughter I never had; I know she's a handful but I enjoy her and don’t want anything I do to upset you. Sheryl cautioned me that said she was a little suspicious of Molly's behavior and just be careful. She also asked me if a knew a woman named Linda because she’d heard the girls talking about her in a rather unfavorable way. I told her I’d met Linda and she's really an okay person.
Then Sheryl fixed another martini and got very informative about the challenges she'd faced in raising Molly and that she'd been sexually active since 14; (Due to the sensitive nature of the conversation I'm not going to go into detail. However, Sheryl had no doubt Molly was experimenting with girls.)
Sheryl talked about her divorce, raising Molly alone, pursuing her career, trying to date guys that didn’t ogle Molly. She said she was finding having girl friends was more relaxing and she hoped we could become better friends. I let her know I’m all for it and enjoy the same type of relationships (although I wasn’t entirely clear on what types of relationships she referred to.)
She asked about my life, my marriage and friends. She complimented me on, even though I was not a biological mom, I seemed to have such an easy time befriending teen aged girls. She said Molly and her friends adore me. I about choked but thanked her.
Then out of the blue she asked again … how long did Molly have me handcuffed? I said about 30 minutes.
Sheryl started to say she have a talk with her but right then is when the TV started blaring tornado warnings and one of the cells was clearly headed across the northwest part of Charlotte. The projected path of the warning put it in our area in about 15 minutes. That deflected any more conversation. Though the sky got ominously dark and rain fell in sheets no tornado actually touched down but it scared the living daylights out of us.
Shortly afterward the power went off. After the tornado threat passed, I decided I’d better get home. Julie did too. I think Hailey stayed the night with Molly.
Sheryl and I obviously have unfinished conversation. I’m sure at the right time it’ll pick back up. In the meantime, Molly is on a mission that makes me uncomfortable but she will not listen to me about anything.
(I’d seen Hailey over the summer during the embarrassing day when Molly and some friends took me half naked into wine stores and tied me in the woods. I hadn’t seen Julie since the slut dress up show at Stephanie’s cottage back in the spring. I also remembered her quite well from a fuck session at Molly's last fall when they had me dress in cheap slut lingerie they’d bought at an adult store plus she was one of the ones involved in the sleepover weekend back in January.)
Molly chided me for wearing real clothes over and I changed into the bikini immediately while they returned to the pool. When I went poolside, they got out of the water and Molly had me go through the ritual of kneeling beside her lounge chair and telling her I loved her and how much I’d missed her pussy. Hailey and Julie got an eyeful and mocked me for my slavish behavior. I had to take off my top and let Molly play with my tits while the three of them made cutting remarks about what I was doing and dragged up every episode of how they’d used me in the past. Molly had Julie and Hailey also play with my tits. By then I was clearly wet and repeating their commands about how much I wanted to get fucked and what a horny slut I was. This scene of debauchery got worse when they had me take my bikini bottom off, sit on the pool deck with my legs apart and show them my smooth cunt slick with my own juices. Molly fingered me to add insult.
From there we went inside the rec room; I never made it into the pool. Once inside the three of them stripped nude. Molly said she had a present for me and showed me a red collar and a short pet leash, 4 foot thin chain with red leather handle. She put that on me and walked me around the rec room. Julie made the suggestion it would be more appropriate for me to be crawling. This dichotomy of me being their pet continued with me crawling behind Molly while she said “come on, kitty.” until she sat at one of the chairs at the game table and pulled my face between her legs.
On all fours, I licked her pussy and as she tightened her grip on the leash and drew my face in closer, I started eating her and did so until she came. The symbolism of me being a cat was slavish and I licked her cumm and made purring sounds, totally to their delight.
Julie took the leash and had me crawl behind her over to a cushioned wicker chair. She had me turn with my ass pointed to her while she playfully slapped my ass with the leather loop that made the handle of the leash. Then I turned and ate her pussy and licked her ass hole and talked about wanting her pussy. Hailey got behind me and stroked my cunt which drove me crazy. Julie, now with her legs pulled back and working her own clit, flooded me with her squirt and came.
Hailey lay in the floor, pointed to her pussy and said “here, kitty, kitty.”. I turned and got on the floor between her legs and began licking her. She went into a routine of reminding me about the first time she saw me, an afternoon at my house in April when she and Molly paid me a surprise visit and Molly made me masturbate in front of her as my initial greeting, how I was staring into her eyes and moaning as I came. She said it’s something she’d never forget. Her talk drove me to the edge of madness. She flipped over on her tummy then raised her hips and stuck her butt back at me. The signal was unmistakable and I began eating her ass and swirling my tongue down at her pussy while I rubbed her dripping cunt. She came then flipped back over and told me to get under her and lick her off again. I did and she settled her hips over my face and came again.
By now I looked like and smelled like a sex slut. I shuddered to think what would happen if Sheryl made an untimely appearance. I’d be doomed and said something about that to Molly. She laughed that her mom wouldn’t be home for at least 30 more minutes and sooner or later she’d find out what a slut I’d been anyway so why not now. I couldn’t tell if she was kidding or not and again made a plea for common sense to prevail. That pissed Molly off and she jumped me. She and Julie wrestled me to my tummy and pinned my wrists behind my back and snapped handcuffs on them. She got right in my face, which was full of fright, and told me she made a vow I’d be exposed sometime this summer and summer wasn’t over until 3 more weeks. Then she said … so why not today, here, right in front of her friends. My stomach was in knots. She said maybe they’d take my clothes, go upstairs and leave me tied up here until Sheryl came home. To prove her point, she took a rope out of her bag (yes, she has her own toy bag now; scary thought) and tied my ankles together. I started begging her and she told me …shut up, you old whore.
Molly began rubbing my cunt. They started laughing and imagining a scene when Sheryl got home and they were upstairs dressed and her mom asking ... where’s Eve and they’d say in the rec room. Molly played the whole thing out; making remarks about her mom asking why is Eve in the rec room and them saying ... why don’t you go down and see. With those words I went off the deep end and exploded in an orgasm. She kept going and said now her mom would know everything, I had their cumm and squirt all over me, my cunt was sopping with my own and the room smelled like a whores bedroom. As she described how Sheryl might be standing over me glaring down at me, I came again in a fit of total lust.
They left me that way and all piled into the sauna and then the shower. By now it was pouring rain and I imagined Sheryl being chased off the courts unless she was playing inside. I also thought maybe she's having a drink with her friends. But nothing helped relieve the total anxiety of her walking in and finding me like this. Meanwhile the girls were taking there sweet time. Finally Molly came out, opened the French doors to the pool and patio to let some of the aroma out. She teased me again about leaving me this way and told me it’s going to happen. I froze but she uncuffed me, took the collar off and untied my ankles. Then in a mocking voice she told me I better get my naked ass in the shower because her mom would be home any minute.
I didn’t know if she was kidding or not but I gathered my clothes and dashed into the shower. I tried to get calm, thinking how these little bitches had totally done a mind fuck on me. But when I turned off the water, I could hear Sheryl’s voice talking the girls in the rec room. I about freaked. It took me forever to get my thoughts together but I finally dressed and came out of the sauna/shower room.
Sheryl greeted me and asked if I’d entertained the girls in her absence. I did a double take at that remark and could not help but wonder what “entertainment” she meant. I glanced at Molly who now had this completely innocent expression on her face. Julie lewdly curled her tongue and did a licking gesture. Sheryl asked if I had a good swim despite the rain. Then I suddenly remembered that my bikini was out on a lounge chair by the pool and all the girls bathing suites were hanging on pegs by the shower entrance. I hoped Sheryl hadn’t noticed that little giveaway. I tried to switch the subject to her tennis match but Molly kept redirecting conversation back to how much fun they’d had this afternoon.
It was then that I noticed that, although Molly had put away her toys, she’d left the handcuffs on the cushion to the wicker sofa in plain sight. My heart skipped a beat and I thought was this by accident or by design. I tried to steer Sheryl’s attention in another direction with conversation but Molly, now standing next to the sofa, kept redirecting her mom. I was livid. Sure enough, Sheryl noticed the cuffs and asked who they belonged to and why were they here. Molly didn’t miss a beat and said they were mine (LIE) and we were playing games. My mouth fell open and I said they were not mine, they were hers. Sheryl quickly laughed that I better be careful what kind of games I play because her daughters mind is minefield. I stood there red-faced. When Sheryl was looking at me, Molly was behind her back making faces at me.
Sheryl suggested that we disappear upstairs for a drink. We did small talk about my vacation, Charleston (one of her favorite places), and her tennis game. Then out of the blue she asked me … whose handcuffs were those? I told her Molly's. she asked if Molly tried to handcuff me; I started to say no but Sheryl took my left wrist and looked at it, and saw a faint red mark left from the cuffs. Sheryl asked again and I said yes but it was a silly gesture and not a big deal. Sheryl acted like she wanted to get more specifics but she didn’t ask. I’m not sure she wanted to hear the answers.
She did ask if Molly had ever come on to me. I swallowed the olives in my martini and said I realize Molly is precocious and that young girls these days are far more advanced than they when in was that age. She said; answer my question because she knew we’d kissed. I told her it was a mother daughter type kiss and it occurred right before her graduation. Sheryl said she heard from Trudy that Molly had come on to her and she strongly suspected it was not past Molly to come on to me as well. I said, Sheryl, in many ways Molly is like the daughter I never had; I know she's a handful but I enjoy her and don’t want anything I do to upset you. Sheryl cautioned me that said she was a little suspicious of Molly's behavior and just be careful. She also asked me if a knew a woman named Linda because she’d heard the girls talking about her in a rather unfavorable way. I told her I’d met Linda and she's really an okay person.
Then Sheryl fixed another martini and got very informative about the challenges she'd faced in raising Molly and that she'd been sexually active since 14; (Due to the sensitive nature of the conversation I'm not going to go into detail. However, Sheryl had no doubt Molly was experimenting with girls.)
Sheryl talked about her divorce, raising Molly alone, pursuing her career, trying to date guys that didn’t ogle Molly. She said she was finding having girl friends was more relaxing and she hoped we could become better friends. I let her know I’m all for it and enjoy the same type of relationships (although I wasn’t entirely clear on what types of relationships she referred to.)
She asked about my life, my marriage and friends. She complimented me on, even though I was not a biological mom, I seemed to have such an easy time befriending teen aged girls. She said Molly and her friends adore me. I about choked but thanked her.
Then out of the blue she asked again … how long did Molly have me handcuffed? I said about 30 minutes.
Sheryl started to say she have a talk with her but right then is when the TV started blaring tornado warnings and one of the cells was clearly headed across the northwest part of Charlotte. The projected path of the warning put it in our area in about 15 minutes. That deflected any more conversation. Though the sky got ominously dark and rain fell in sheets no tornado actually touched down but it scared the living daylights out of us.
Shortly afterward the power went off. After the tornado threat passed, I decided I’d better get home. Julie did too. I think Hailey stayed the night with Molly.
Sheryl and I obviously have unfinished conversation. I’m sure at the right time it’ll pick back up. In the meantime, Molly is on a mission that makes me uncomfortable but she will not listen to me about anything.
Sept 4, 2011: Katrina and Joan
I got to Katrina’s around 3:30. After greeting her and Joan and sharing some long overdue hugs and kisses, I stripped and stood nude before them, legs apart and hands clasped behind my head. Both of them rubbed my cunt, pulled my nipples and dragged their fingernails over my body until I was electrified.
We moved upstairs to the bedroom. Joan reclined on her back across the bed with her legs wide apart. Katrina got her strappy and had me bend over and suck Joan's cunt while she eased the strappy into me, fucked my cunt and swatted my ass with a flogger. I brought Joan off and licked her ass but wasn’t allowed to cumm at that moment, though I could have easily exploded. Instead, she had me kneel and suck her girl cock clean and then fucked my mouth while both of them talked trash to me. I removed her strappy and while still on my knees spread Tisha’s pussy and licked her to a cumm. I finished by scooting behind her, spreading her butt cheeks and making love to her asshole and rubbing her clit. Katrina came again and pushed me to Joan. She donned the strappy and pushed me face down and fucked my cunt until I came. I finished by licking the strappy.
We talked for quite some time about my slut activities over the summer. I told her I’m on a trip right now about mature black women which she thought was perfectly understandable. She mentioned she's sitting on some requests for me from the hotel weekend. Also, I mentioned that as far as I know right now, hubby is going to be away the last weekend in September. Katrina suggested that might well be a Sylvia weekend or a chance to follow up with the hotel women. She also suggested I might need to see Yvonne again; she likes the way she uses me. Yvonne is one of the girls who fucked me in Mavis basement and has fucked me twice since then.
However we agreed not to overload me and instead, go after quality fucks. When I fuck 10-12 times a month and do 25-30 women in a month it drains me. But I also said there's no way to really put a number on monthly activity and say that 10-12 is too much. A lot of it depends on what's done to me and who's doing it. I mentioned even though the hotel weekend was fast and furious, resting 4-5 days really helped me. Also, I was much less drained by what AJ and Reeva did than by what some of the over exuberant women did who tried to cram every fantasy they had into 2-3 hours. However, take the same over exuberant woman, Shaniqua for example, and give her several hours all by herself and it could be entirely different because she's not rushed. I told her you and I had not talked this through but planned to within the next few days.
We discussed the current situation with Karen and her blabbing friends. They take this as a bunch of eager teen girls just being themselves and is surprised it hasn’t happened more frequently. There’s nothing that can be done with past gossip. She said I might ask, through Karen, that Beth to be more discrete but I might have to give her a special favor.
She had me call Karen, put the phone on speaker mode and play with myself while I told her I wanted her. I had to relate the calls I’d received from some of her friends and the gossip. However, Katrina and Joan pinched my nipples and whipped my cunt and made me tell her my job was to be a slut to any of her friends regardless of who or how many. I also had to tell her I wanted to naked for days for her and that I craved hours of sexual abuse and fucking by her friends. Karen quickly picked up the fact that I was being abused and worked to a cumm. The conversation got absolutely raunchy; I had to talk about wanting to be beaten, caged and pissed on. We knew Karen was excited, was also frigging and came several times. When Karen came I told her how much in wanted to lick her cumm. This went on until I begged Karen for a cumm while Joan had her finger up my ass and Tisha was twisting my nipples. I got my ass fucked again by Joan while I talked to Karen and told her what was happening until she came again.
We concluded the sex and went downstairs to make a salad for dinner. I left there around 8:00. I’m happy. .
We moved upstairs to the bedroom. Joan reclined on her back across the bed with her legs wide apart. Katrina got her strappy and had me bend over and suck Joan's cunt while she eased the strappy into me, fucked my cunt and swatted my ass with a flogger. I brought Joan off and licked her ass but wasn’t allowed to cumm at that moment, though I could have easily exploded. Instead, she had me kneel and suck her girl cock clean and then fucked my mouth while both of them talked trash to me. I removed her strappy and while still on my knees spread Tisha’s pussy and licked her to a cumm. I finished by scooting behind her, spreading her butt cheeks and making love to her asshole and rubbing her clit. Katrina came again and pushed me to Joan. She donned the strappy and pushed me face down and fucked my cunt until I came. I finished by licking the strappy.
We talked for quite some time about my slut activities over the summer. I told her I’m on a trip right now about mature black women which she thought was perfectly understandable. She mentioned she's sitting on some requests for me from the hotel weekend. Also, I mentioned that as far as I know right now, hubby is going to be away the last weekend in September. Katrina suggested that might well be a Sylvia weekend or a chance to follow up with the hotel women. She also suggested I might need to see Yvonne again; she likes the way she uses me. Yvonne is one of the girls who fucked me in Mavis basement and has fucked me twice since then.
However we agreed not to overload me and instead, go after quality fucks. When I fuck 10-12 times a month and do 25-30 women in a month it drains me. But I also said there's no way to really put a number on monthly activity and say that 10-12 is too much. A lot of it depends on what's done to me and who's doing it. I mentioned even though the hotel weekend was fast and furious, resting 4-5 days really helped me. Also, I was much less drained by what AJ and Reeva did than by what some of the over exuberant women did who tried to cram every fantasy they had into 2-3 hours. However, take the same over exuberant woman, Shaniqua for example, and give her several hours all by herself and it could be entirely different because she's not rushed. I told her you and I had not talked this through but planned to within the next few days.
We discussed the current situation with Karen and her blabbing friends. They take this as a bunch of eager teen girls just being themselves and is surprised it hasn’t happened more frequently. There’s nothing that can be done with past gossip. She said I might ask, through Karen, that Beth to be more discrete but I might have to give her a special favor.
She had me call Karen, put the phone on speaker mode and play with myself while I told her I wanted her. I had to relate the calls I’d received from some of her friends and the gossip. However, Katrina and Joan pinched my nipples and whipped my cunt and made me tell her my job was to be a slut to any of her friends regardless of who or how many. I also had to tell her I wanted to naked for days for her and that I craved hours of sexual abuse and fucking by her friends. Karen quickly picked up the fact that I was being abused and worked to a cumm. The conversation got absolutely raunchy; I had to talk about wanting to be beaten, caged and pissed on. We knew Karen was excited, was also frigging and came several times. When Karen came I told her how much in wanted to lick her cumm. This went on until I begged Karen for a cumm while Joan had her finger up my ass and Tisha was twisting my nipples. I got my ass fucked again by Joan while I talked to Karen and told her what was happening until she came again.
We concluded the sex and went downstairs to make a salad for dinner. I left there around 8:00. I’m happy. .
Aug 23, 2011: Karen and Friends
The plan was to meet at Mavis' for another one of her tutoring sessions with Karen, at my expense, of course. I got there shortly after 11:00 and undressed in the garage. I gathered my toy bag, the flowers for Mavis and the gift card for Karen and went inside naked. Mavis appreciated the flowers immensely. She said Karen would be over around noon and we’d start in the basement.
She cuffed my wrists and sent me straight to the basement and locked me in the cage. Focused the baby cam on the cage and went upstairs. One of the new additions I noticed in the basement is a folding single bed.
I heard Karen arrive but know she wasn’t alone. I knew something was up because I could hear screams of laughter and comments about what they saw in the baby cam.
They immediately came down. I recognized Erica who I’ve had before and was introduced to Beth who thought Karen had made all this up about having a white woman. She kept saying she’d never seen a naked white woman, much less one in a cage and handcuffed. This just got all over me. Plus the three of them were laughing and talking so fast I couldn’t understand half of what they said.
They walked around the cage, took Mavis’ broom handle and poked me. Somehow a poke on face book will never be quite the same in my mind.
Mavis gave them the keys to the cage which they opened and literally dragged me out. They kept taunting me, asking if I wanted some black pussy. Karen treated me like some prize she won. Beth went nuts over my smooth pussy and poked fun at me about that. She called me “cuntgirl” the entire afternoon. All of them pinched and poked me, slapped my tits around, squeezed my cunt; all of this while I was standing still cuffed. Although Karen can be childish and giddy at times, Beth seemed to have an impact to make her more that way.
Karen began fingering me then she undressed. Mavis told them to unfold the bed, which they did, and Karen pushed me on it and had me eat her pussy. While I ate her, Erica and Beth undressed and could barely wait for Karen to finish so they could have a turn. Karen came and Erica pulled me into her cunt and finally Beth got her turn. Beth is average in height and weight, pretty, some baby fat, average tits but a well formed young ass. This whole scene was filled with girlish laughter, shouting, name calling and cursing. The pussy eating morphed into ass sucking as Karen had me on my knees beside the bed and her ass stuck in my face. When I got to Beth she went crazy shouting about how good ass sucking felt.
Mavis, bless her heart, told Karen she should demonstrate how she’d been taught this summer to fuck me with a strappy. I stayed kneeling at the side of the bed, leaning forward across it. Karen began fucking my cunt then moved to my ass and playing “I’m a big girl now” about how she could fuck me. None of the fucking was rhythmic enough for me to achieve an orgasm, though. It was mostly girls having fun with a strappy at my expense. I had a huge flashback to how Whitney demonstrated things to Karen and friends at Mavis house back in the spring.
Beth said she needed to go to the bathroom and asked Mavis where it was upstairs. But Mavis grabbed me, pushed me to a sitting position on the basement floor and replied … its right there in front of you, meaning me. Beth looked puzzled and Karen quickly jumped in and said she’d show her. She pissed on me while Beth and Erica laughed their butts off. Beth was extremely vocal about that, too, and mocked me before she released her piss on me. I was drenched and sitting in their piss while they laughed.
When all their laughter subsided, Karen got my vibe and teased my nipples and cunt. She finally pushed me down on my back and kept using the vibe on my cunt until I came. Like I mentioned this morning, looking at Karen’s laughing face is about enough all on its own to bring me off, but with the three of them gathered around, its mind boggling. Karen also used a dildo on me plus all of them used the vibe to bring themselves off as if they were taking turns playing a game.
Mavis meanwhile was smiling ear to ear and rambled about how they should use humiliation to make me follow orders. They uncuffed me and had me clean up the piss on the floor and wash the floor. Their comments about me being a cleaning woman were nonstop.
Karen wanted to show them how she’d learned to tie me up and how she’d led me around back in the summer. She tired to tie me up but, honestly, she was so excited she couldn’t get the ropes right. Mavis intervened. She tied me in her favorite way; my arms behind me, right hand grasping my left elbow, left hand at my right elbow and wrapped me tightly that way. She used more rope and tied that around my waist, knotted it in back and ran it through my ass crack and snugged it up through my pussy, worked it under one of the waist ropes in front of me and handed that to Karen.
She then took thinner rope and tits my tits individually until they looked like two ripe oranges about to burst. She did it in such a way that after the ropes were knotted off, there was about 4-5 feet of rope hanging. Those she picked up and handed to Karen and said she could use those as reigns to pull me. Karen now had two sets of ropes; the ones from my tits and the one from my pussy. Mavis showed her how to twist them into one long lead and told her she now had everything she needed. Karen began leading me around the basement while Erica and Beth hooted. Karen would say, “giddy-up horsy” and all that mockery. This continued with all of them taking turns doing it until Karen decided the basement was too boring for this and wanted to go out to the backyard.
They dressed and led me upstairs and pout into the yard much as Karen had done to me back in the summer. They were laughing so hard that once in the backyard Mavis had to tell them to keep their voices down. Being pulled around by my tits and cunt was wearing me down and obviously making me sore. Nonetheless I followed them around the yard in the girlish display of mockery yet they had no real purpose in this other than to have fun. I sensed it thoroughly. Mavis mercifully called a halt to this; otherwise it would have gone on forever. Before they brought me in though, I squatted and pissed for them. They led me back in the house and to the kitchen where they gobbled down a bag of chips and cokes. Karen wanted to bring some more girl friends over but Mavis said this was enough.
We went back to the basement. The girls undressed again. Mavis untied my tits ropes and the waist and cunt rope. There was a lot of talk about Karen owning me now that Whitney was gone and Mavis thought I should acknowledge my relationship to Karen in a more formal way. With Mavis prompting me, directing this moment of utter submissiveness and humiliation, I dropped to my knees, arms still tied behind me and told Karen I was hers and pledged myself to her and her friends. I told her (and them) I was available for their use (Mavis again prompting), was available for their fun and would be their slut. I told her she was equal to Whitney in her ownership (freaked me out to say that but I did.) I knelt reflecting on what the ramifications of this might be but I got wet all over again. Mavis was happy as a lark and behind all the giggles and spouting off from Karen, I knew she was too. This little ceremony of servitude concluded with me kissing Karen ass hole. Moreover, Mavis suggested that Karen should mark me as her own and piss on me again. Karen complied instantly and then I ate her pussy. While this was going on I noticed Beth was frigging herself.
We moved to the folding bed. They positioned me on my knees and face and shoulders against the mattress. Mavis helped Karen into the strappy harness and she got behind me on the bed and fucked my cunt. It wasn’t smooth; her strokes were erratic but I still came. Mavis lubed my ass and Karen with help from Mavis eased the dildo into my ass. I groaned but I took it. Beth meanwhile positioned her cunt in front of my face and I managed to lick her off. When Karen had fucked my ass, Erica used the strappy to fuck my cunt. She's much more intuitive about fucking and I came again, thinking the whole time how I’m such a fuck toy to these three teens. Beth did not use the strappy on me at that time but instead rolled me over and face sat me had jive talked me (she talks so fast) about eating her pussy and licking her ass.
When this part of the afternoon was over, they managed to get me back in the cage and locked it. The girls and Mavis went upstairs to get something to eat. I knew they were watching me on the baby cam because anytime I’d shift my position they’d holler down at me. They came back down and let me out and untied me. Mavis rubbed my arms and had me crawl over to her chair. She sat and lifted her skirt and I sucked her off while the girls giggled. In their usual exuberance and when Mavis was satisfied, they pulled me over to the bed. They sat on the edge of the bed and I sucked each of them off again. Beth, totally fascinated with my smooth pussy and still calling me cuntgirl, fingered me and rubbed me off.
There a brief pause in things. I got my breath while the girls and Mavis huddled in another part of the basement and whispered. I heard a group cheer and shouting. They came over and brought me to where Mavis waited. They tossed ropes over the rafters and tied them to my cuffs, separated my legs and also wrapped leather cuffs on my ankles and tied them apart t I knew what was coming. My arms were slightly higher than my head. Mavis told me the girls needed instruction about how to beat me. She made me tell them that I’m a pain slut and that I need things like this. I gave them permission to beat me which sent chills through me. Mavis was taking them on a journey and leaving no stone unturned. I thought I have reached the end of the earth.
Slowly and deliberately, they began to hit me with my paddle, crop and flogger and bondage straps. Mavis controlled their enthusiasm well; I’ll give her credit for that. But they flailed away at me constantly, butt, tits, cunt and legs. Beth was a devil. She swatted my cunt continually and laughed the entire time. I reached a point where I was losing it and was constantly moaning and they could tell my reactions. I was flexing my legs and humping air almost as if I was begging for the next stroke hoping someone would put me over the edge and make me cumm. Mavis took over and told the girls to watch. She used the crop between my legs, on my cunt and clit until I screamed out an orgasm like some total crazy woman. Then she told the girls to hit me anywhere and everywhere. They did. Mavis pulled my ass cheeks apart while they hit my hole. Karen fingered my cunt and I cane again. They paused. Mavis put clamps and weights on my nipples and they went at it again. I was screaming at them to hit me more. Pathetic, but I did. I was saying things like … I want it, I want it. At this point Beth got the strappy and with Mavis help, fucked my cunt while she pulled on the clamps. The other two were still hitting my ass and legs. I begged Beth for a cumm. I know the expression on my face was totally crazed but I kept looking at her and begging. Karen came around and played with my clit, pulling, pinching and scraping until I came and squirted. I was so worked up I was sobbing.
They looked at me while I shed more tears and finally calmed. The look on the girls’ faces was something I’ll never forget. Mavis came over and asked me if I belong to these girls. I said yes a dozen times. She untied me and I went to my knees, wrapped my arms around Karen and Beth and kissed their pussies and thanked them. Then I did the same to Erica. I had to lean against a post and get my breath and rest. Mavis knew I’d reached a limit and I’m sure she knew where I was mentally.
Mavis told me I knew where the rags were, clean up and join them upstairs. The girls dressed and the four of them went up. I cleaned the floor, myself and went upstairs. I kissed and hugged each of them and thanked them. They left. Mavis and I talked; I asked her how she knew, that I was very overcome with dark thoughts about Whitney and in a fuck over other things. She knew I needed a change of pace, that Whitney was all about soft loving and that I was probably mushy inside with emotions. Mavis and I hugged again and she told me her duty was to mentor these girls, show them how to use me and I should appreciate this opportunity to give my body to the cause.
I asked Mavis if I could shower which she permitted. I kissed her again and thanked her, then went to the garage and dressed. It was about 630. I was sore all over and felt so confused inside by what had transpired. In a way I still am.
She cuffed my wrists and sent me straight to the basement and locked me in the cage. Focused the baby cam on the cage and went upstairs. One of the new additions I noticed in the basement is a folding single bed.
I heard Karen arrive but know she wasn’t alone. I knew something was up because I could hear screams of laughter and comments about what they saw in the baby cam.
They immediately came down. I recognized Erica who I’ve had before and was introduced to Beth who thought Karen had made all this up about having a white woman. She kept saying she’d never seen a naked white woman, much less one in a cage and handcuffed. This just got all over me. Plus the three of them were laughing and talking so fast I couldn’t understand half of what they said.
They walked around the cage, took Mavis’ broom handle and poked me. Somehow a poke on face book will never be quite the same in my mind.
Mavis gave them the keys to the cage which they opened and literally dragged me out. They kept taunting me, asking if I wanted some black pussy. Karen treated me like some prize she won. Beth went nuts over my smooth pussy and poked fun at me about that. She called me “cuntgirl” the entire afternoon. All of them pinched and poked me, slapped my tits around, squeezed my cunt; all of this while I was standing still cuffed. Although Karen can be childish and giddy at times, Beth seemed to have an impact to make her more that way.
Karen began fingering me then she undressed. Mavis told them to unfold the bed, which they did, and Karen pushed me on it and had me eat her pussy. While I ate her, Erica and Beth undressed and could barely wait for Karen to finish so they could have a turn. Karen came and Erica pulled me into her cunt and finally Beth got her turn. Beth is average in height and weight, pretty, some baby fat, average tits but a well formed young ass. This whole scene was filled with girlish laughter, shouting, name calling and cursing. The pussy eating morphed into ass sucking as Karen had me on my knees beside the bed and her ass stuck in my face. When I got to Beth she went crazy shouting about how good ass sucking felt.
Mavis, bless her heart, told Karen she should demonstrate how she’d been taught this summer to fuck me with a strappy. I stayed kneeling at the side of the bed, leaning forward across it. Karen began fucking my cunt then moved to my ass and playing “I’m a big girl now” about how she could fuck me. None of the fucking was rhythmic enough for me to achieve an orgasm, though. It was mostly girls having fun with a strappy at my expense. I had a huge flashback to how Whitney demonstrated things to Karen and friends at Mavis house back in the spring.
Beth said she needed to go to the bathroom and asked Mavis where it was upstairs. But Mavis grabbed me, pushed me to a sitting position on the basement floor and replied … its right there in front of you, meaning me. Beth looked puzzled and Karen quickly jumped in and said she’d show her. She pissed on me while Beth and Erica laughed their butts off. Beth was extremely vocal about that, too, and mocked me before she released her piss on me. I was drenched and sitting in their piss while they laughed.
When all their laughter subsided, Karen got my vibe and teased my nipples and cunt. She finally pushed me down on my back and kept using the vibe on my cunt until I came. Like I mentioned this morning, looking at Karen’s laughing face is about enough all on its own to bring me off, but with the three of them gathered around, its mind boggling. Karen also used a dildo on me plus all of them used the vibe to bring themselves off as if they were taking turns playing a game.
Mavis meanwhile was smiling ear to ear and rambled about how they should use humiliation to make me follow orders. They uncuffed me and had me clean up the piss on the floor and wash the floor. Their comments about me being a cleaning woman were nonstop.
Karen wanted to show them how she’d learned to tie me up and how she’d led me around back in the summer. She tired to tie me up but, honestly, she was so excited she couldn’t get the ropes right. Mavis intervened. She tied me in her favorite way; my arms behind me, right hand grasping my left elbow, left hand at my right elbow and wrapped me tightly that way. She used more rope and tied that around my waist, knotted it in back and ran it through my ass crack and snugged it up through my pussy, worked it under one of the waist ropes in front of me and handed that to Karen.
She then took thinner rope and tits my tits individually until they looked like two ripe oranges about to burst. She did it in such a way that after the ropes were knotted off, there was about 4-5 feet of rope hanging. Those she picked up and handed to Karen and said she could use those as reigns to pull me. Karen now had two sets of ropes; the ones from my tits and the one from my pussy. Mavis showed her how to twist them into one long lead and told her she now had everything she needed. Karen began leading me around the basement while Erica and Beth hooted. Karen would say, “giddy-up horsy” and all that mockery. This continued with all of them taking turns doing it until Karen decided the basement was too boring for this and wanted to go out to the backyard.
They dressed and led me upstairs and pout into the yard much as Karen had done to me back in the summer. They were laughing so hard that once in the backyard Mavis had to tell them to keep their voices down. Being pulled around by my tits and cunt was wearing me down and obviously making me sore. Nonetheless I followed them around the yard in the girlish display of mockery yet they had no real purpose in this other than to have fun. I sensed it thoroughly. Mavis mercifully called a halt to this; otherwise it would have gone on forever. Before they brought me in though, I squatted and pissed for them. They led me back in the house and to the kitchen where they gobbled down a bag of chips and cokes. Karen wanted to bring some more girl friends over but Mavis said this was enough.
We went back to the basement. The girls undressed again. Mavis untied my tits ropes and the waist and cunt rope. There was a lot of talk about Karen owning me now that Whitney was gone and Mavis thought I should acknowledge my relationship to Karen in a more formal way. With Mavis prompting me, directing this moment of utter submissiveness and humiliation, I dropped to my knees, arms still tied behind me and told Karen I was hers and pledged myself to her and her friends. I told her (and them) I was available for their use (Mavis again prompting), was available for their fun and would be their slut. I told her she was equal to Whitney in her ownership (freaked me out to say that but I did.) I knelt reflecting on what the ramifications of this might be but I got wet all over again. Mavis was happy as a lark and behind all the giggles and spouting off from Karen, I knew she was too. This little ceremony of servitude concluded with me kissing Karen ass hole. Moreover, Mavis suggested that Karen should mark me as her own and piss on me again. Karen complied instantly and then I ate her pussy. While this was going on I noticed Beth was frigging herself.
We moved to the folding bed. They positioned me on my knees and face and shoulders against the mattress. Mavis helped Karen into the strappy harness and she got behind me on the bed and fucked my cunt. It wasn’t smooth; her strokes were erratic but I still came. Mavis lubed my ass and Karen with help from Mavis eased the dildo into my ass. I groaned but I took it. Beth meanwhile positioned her cunt in front of my face and I managed to lick her off. When Karen had fucked my ass, Erica used the strappy to fuck my cunt. She's much more intuitive about fucking and I came again, thinking the whole time how I’m such a fuck toy to these three teens. Beth did not use the strappy on me at that time but instead rolled me over and face sat me had jive talked me (she talks so fast) about eating her pussy and licking her ass.
When this part of the afternoon was over, they managed to get me back in the cage and locked it. The girls and Mavis went upstairs to get something to eat. I knew they were watching me on the baby cam because anytime I’d shift my position they’d holler down at me. They came back down and let me out and untied me. Mavis rubbed my arms and had me crawl over to her chair. She sat and lifted her skirt and I sucked her off while the girls giggled. In their usual exuberance and when Mavis was satisfied, they pulled me over to the bed. They sat on the edge of the bed and I sucked each of them off again. Beth, totally fascinated with my smooth pussy and still calling me cuntgirl, fingered me and rubbed me off.
There a brief pause in things. I got my breath while the girls and Mavis huddled in another part of the basement and whispered. I heard a group cheer and shouting. They came over and brought me to where Mavis waited. They tossed ropes over the rafters and tied them to my cuffs, separated my legs and also wrapped leather cuffs on my ankles and tied them apart t I knew what was coming. My arms were slightly higher than my head. Mavis told me the girls needed instruction about how to beat me. She made me tell them that I’m a pain slut and that I need things like this. I gave them permission to beat me which sent chills through me. Mavis was taking them on a journey and leaving no stone unturned. I thought I have reached the end of the earth.
Slowly and deliberately, they began to hit me with my paddle, crop and flogger and bondage straps. Mavis controlled their enthusiasm well; I’ll give her credit for that. But they flailed away at me constantly, butt, tits, cunt and legs. Beth was a devil. She swatted my cunt continually and laughed the entire time. I reached a point where I was losing it and was constantly moaning and they could tell my reactions. I was flexing my legs and humping air almost as if I was begging for the next stroke hoping someone would put me over the edge and make me cumm. Mavis took over and told the girls to watch. She used the crop between my legs, on my cunt and clit until I screamed out an orgasm like some total crazy woman. Then she told the girls to hit me anywhere and everywhere. They did. Mavis pulled my ass cheeks apart while they hit my hole. Karen fingered my cunt and I cane again. They paused. Mavis put clamps and weights on my nipples and they went at it again. I was screaming at them to hit me more. Pathetic, but I did. I was saying things like … I want it, I want it. At this point Beth got the strappy and with Mavis help, fucked my cunt while she pulled on the clamps. The other two were still hitting my ass and legs. I begged Beth for a cumm. I know the expression on my face was totally crazed but I kept looking at her and begging. Karen came around and played with my clit, pulling, pinching and scraping until I came and squirted. I was so worked up I was sobbing.
They looked at me while I shed more tears and finally calmed. The look on the girls’ faces was something I’ll never forget. Mavis came over and asked me if I belong to these girls. I said yes a dozen times. She untied me and I went to my knees, wrapped my arms around Karen and Beth and kissed their pussies and thanked them. Then I did the same to Erica. I had to lean against a post and get my breath and rest. Mavis knew I’d reached a limit and I’m sure she knew where I was mentally.
Mavis told me I knew where the rags were, clean up and join them upstairs. The girls dressed and the four of them went up. I cleaned the floor, myself and went upstairs. I kissed and hugged each of them and thanked them. They left. Mavis and I talked; I asked her how she knew, that I was very overcome with dark thoughts about Whitney and in a fuck over other things. She knew I needed a change of pace, that Whitney was all about soft loving and that I was probably mushy inside with emotions. Mavis and I hugged again and she told me her duty was to mentor these girls, show them how to use me and I should appreciate this opportunity to give my body to the cause.
I asked Mavis if I could shower which she permitted. I kissed her again and thanked her, then went to the garage and dressed. It was about 630. I was sore all over and felt so confused inside by what had transpired. In a way I still am.
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