I arrived at Katrina’s by 2:00 as she demanded. She, Joan and I talked first and I had a drink to relax me. She had several things in mind as to how to handle my request. (For those of you who may not know, I’d asked her to give me some quality bondage time in isolation. It’s something I need every so often as a mind adjustment.) She told me she’d talked with Jody about this, too. She said in the hierarchy of things for me to get what I requested, I must give them what they want first. I certainly understood that and thanked her for what she meant to me. She told me to strip naked and we’d go downstairs to her playroom. I did.
Downstairs, they undressed and Katrina beckoned me over to worship her pussy. I knelt and sucked her, used my fingers and brought her off. She had me lie across her padded horse with my legs on one side, my tummy on the pad and my upper body hanging off the other side. She got her strappy. I raised my head and sucked it some then she began rhythmically fucking my mouth. I took several inches of her cock down my throat until I gagged. She moved behind me and eased the girl cock in my cunt. Joan took her strappy and came to my face, pulled me up by my hair and also fucked my mouth. Katrina shifted her cock to my ass. Joan pulled a stool over, sat and stuck her toes into my mouth. She told me how worthless and perverted I was, something she never misses a chance to do. Then got up and pressed her cunt in my face and had me eat her off again.
Katrina kept her girl cock in my ass and used a dildo to reach under me and ram my cunt. I had Joan’s pussy in my face, Katrina’s girl cock fucking my ass, and her vibrating dildo in my cunt. To add to the sensations Joan used one of the floggers and whipped my back and shoulders. I was clutching the front legs of the horse for dear life until Katrina told me I could cumm. I spewed cumm everywhere.
Katrina pulled me off the horse and had me kneel. She turned and told me to worship her ass and to frig her off at the same time. She pushed her butt back in my face, gave me the vibe and propped over the horse for support. I licked her ass and tongued her. Between my mouth and tongue on her ass and the vibe in her pussy, she easily came again then turned and let me lick her clean.
She directed me back to Joan and told me to worship the most beautiful ass in the country. I sucked her and tongue fucked her ass while she constantly told me to get the full taste of her ass scent all over my tongue and mouth. I stayed kneeling while Katrina took her finger and stuck it up Joan’s ass, added another one and pumped her ass several times then brought the two fingers to my mouth for me to suck.
Katrina grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. Both she and Joan spit in my face several times. I thanked them each time they did. Katrina quietly said she thought I was worthy of a little solitude now. She told me to go pee and get it all out because there would be no pee breaks for at least two hours.
After peeing, I stood and placed my hands behind my back. Katrina bound my wrists securely then my elbows then added ropes around my upper body and tits. She used 4 long strands of rope to do all this and as she tied my body and ran rope and more rope everywhere, my mind began to sink into a subordinate exhilaration. I have to tell you, I was grooving. She led over to her cage and raised the padded top and told me to step in. With their assistance I stepped in and let them help me down to the floor of the cage and helped me lie down. Both she and Joan tied my ankles together, ropes above and below my knees and finally my thighs. The rope around my upper thighs was tied to ropes on my upper body to keep it from slipping. Then she lowered the top and padlocked it. I exhaled.
Katrina said she’d check on me in a few minutes just to be sure I was okay. Whether she did or not, I really don’t know. She and Joan went upstairs and left a small light on at the bottom of the stairs. Her cage is, if I remember correctly, about 5 ½ feet long, about 2 feet high and about 2 ½ feet wide and has official bars all around, about 5-6 inches apart. I loved the feeling of being nor only tightly bound but also secured and locked in this inescapable prison. I suppose only people who truly get off on things like this can appreciate the situation but I was drifting into a submissive funk. I lay there and began absorbing my situation, the things I wanted, my status as her slut, your slut, and the relationships with the girls who use me the most. I thought through my love for you, the renewed energy that’s in our relationship. I dwelled on Jody and Aimee and the girls. I focused back on myself, what I want, what I need and my insane desire to be owned and controlled. I though back over my whoring and times I’ve fucked for money. And finally I settled in on Sunday night, how I was used and the upcoming session on Wednesday and the anticipation of doing as you wanted.
I thought back to some of the times I’d been humiliated and how that seems to get right to my core. I shifted to some of the times Katrina and Joan had humiliated me, the debacle in the coin laundry, riding the light rail plugged and wearing a butterfly and both of them hitting the remotes to give me the ride of humiliation. I thought back to Karen and her furious pace to become my owner, how she’s humiliated me so many times the last few months, particularly in the woods.
I had this perverse thought that I wanted people to see me like this; naked in a cage and tightly tied up. I wondered what people would do, normal people, people I knew, what they’d think if they saw me like this, I envisioned being on display this way in front of a bunch of women and them bidding on who got me. I squirmed in the ropes, tested the bondage, and savored the taste of pussy and ass scent in my mouth, the dried spit that streaked my face. Many would call me crazy but I considered myself lucky.
My thoughts constantly rambled like this for Gawd knows how long until I just let things settle and relaxed. I wanted a cumm but knew it was impossible. I tried to judge how much time has passed but that, too, was impossible to know. I had a mild sensation that I wanted to pee again but I dismissed it and figured I could easily wait it out. I knew I was experiencing a rush, that my endorphins were kicking in. and that I was mentally floating at the edge of subspace.
I closed my eyes to intensify the feeling of the ropes and squirmed frequently to accentuate my helplessness. Again I imagined people looking at me and taunting me. I wanted to put on a good show. I wanted to be an object. I wanted some woman to look at me and envy my perverse nature and think ... how does she find the guts to do this. I though again of women parading by my cage, making bids on me, I played and replayed that theme.
I wondered what it would like to be caught, truly caught, much as I was caught by Sherrie, but this time by some unsuspecting person, someone who might know me but really didn’t know who I am or what I am. I wondered what my neighbor down the street would think if she saw me this way. I ran through a litany of people I work with. All of this increased my desire to cumm which as I’ve said was impossible.
Finally I dozed. Not a deep sleep but some twilight area just below being conscious.
What awakened me was the overhead light coming on. I blinked and heard a “hello slut” I saw Joan and Katrina. For a moment I had struggled to remember where I was but the ropes reminded me. Katrina said I needed a pee break. She opened the top of the cage. They reached in and untied my legs then untied the rest of me including my arms and wrists. I was almost sorry to see ropes leaving my body. Katrina sensed the disappointment. She said this is temporary, that my body needed a break but there would be more in a few minutes. I asked what time it was and told 5:45; I’d been down here alone like this for over 2 ½ hours. I peed and looked in the bathroom mirror. Rope marks were evident all over my body and I knew in a few places I’d have rope burns. Looking at my body electrified me.
When I returned to the playroom, Katrina led me back over to the cage and had me lie on my back with my hips at the edge of the padded top. She and Joan put leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles. My arms draped off the sides of the cage and she tied ropes from the d-rings on the cuffs to the bars on each side of the cage. They pulled my legs back until my knees were over my tummy and then they tied my right ankle to my right thigh and did the same to the left ankle and thigh. My legs were bent until the heel of each foot was almost against the back of the corresponding thigh. When she finished my cunt and ass hole were exposed and vulnerable. She kissed me and began toying with my nipples gradually increasing the pressure until I was feeling the sensitivity from last night’s episode. Both of them mocked me about my activities including shitting in a serving bowl. Joan traced a finger lightly across my cunt lips, teased my clit and then rubbed the pad of her finger over my rose. I squirmed for more but got nothing except a smirk from Katrina. She lifted my upper body and slid several throw pillows under me, lifted my head and slid more under me. The interesting effect of this was it raised my head, neck and shoulders at least 12-18 inches and allowed me to gaze at my exposed cunt. Then she untied my hands and used a double ended sliding clip to attach my left wrist cuff to the left ankle cuff and did the same thing on the right.
After staring at my cunt and moaning, I quickly discovered when I lowered my head back to the stiff pillows, that motion, even with my arms fully extended, pulled my legs back more and made my cunt that much more accessible and vulnerable. My heart was beating wildly, and this look on my face must have been off the charts. To make things more interesting as she called it, she tied a rope from my left ankle cuff down to the cage bars and did the same thing on the right until my legs were in a frog position. This pulled my legs and knees wider and made it impossible to close them. She gagged me with one of her ball gags, ran a nylon strap across my tummy and fastened each end to the cage bars on either side. She told me they’d be back very shortly. I lay there trying to pulse my cunt as if that alone would give me another orgasm.
The position was agonizing and extremely restrictive. What was so wild was she’d left me with the limited freedom to almost control how much my cunt was exposed; when I’d rest my head on the pillows, my legs separated more. I wanted a cumm so damn bad. I would guess I was like this for about 30 minutes and squirming as much as I could, again absorbing the restraints and exposure. But my mind, instead of focusing and reflecting on past and future events now settled entirely on me, my current moment in time and my complete exposure. I’d tilt my head, look at my cunt then rest my head back on the pillows. It was maddening. I was also drooling like crazy. My mind blocked out everything else.
I was so absorbed I wasn’t aware of Katrina and Joan coming down the stairs until they turned the corner and entered this playroom. I wanted them. I wanted to be touched, but then my eyes shifted to their right and I saw Karen followed by Cici. My eyes went wild open. I yelled into my gag.
Katrina made a mockery of this moment which will be frozen in time forever. She casually said… here she is girls; this is how white sluts spent their afternoons.
My overall reaction was immediate trembling. I didn’t suspect this but knew I was completely at their mercy. Karen chided me immediately; Cici had this broad grin over her face like she’d just discovered the cherry inside a piece of chocolate candy. I felt them staring at me, examining every inch of my body, my bound tits, my oozing cunt, my puckered hole, the rope marks everywhere indicating what I’d been doing
By the familiarity between Katrina, Joan and Cici I discerned that the girls had been upstairs for several minutes. Katrina looked down at me and asked if I knew why the girls were here. I shook my head “no”. She smirked that they intended to let them use me anyway they wished, to be as harsh as they wanted and she intended to teach Cici how to torment my cunt and body. She asked if I was willing to give my body unconditionally to them; I nodded. She asked if all my holes were theirs to use, I nodded and quivered all over. Then she turned to the girls and, probably more for my trepidation, told them what I’d experienced Sunday night, how I’d abused my tits, and what had occurred prior to their arrival today. She said she’d guide them, especially Cici. Then she stepped over to the wall where she has a small cabinet and showed the girls what devices were available. I heard oohs and ahhs and giggling.
Karen came to me first and attached nipple clamps. I winced. Katrina helped Cici attach clothespins to my labia. They added weights to each and watched me wither in agony. Karen added a pin to my clit and I shrieked in my gag and tried to roll side to side.They watched and raked their fingernails over my inner thighs, tits, and tummy. Karen slapped my face, spit on me and asked if I was her bitch. I nodded. She stripped naked and somehow got up on top of the cage and positioned her cunt over my face and rubbed her cunt over the gag. That was maddening. Katrina told her she could remove my gag if she wanted and that it might be interesting to hear my words and screams. She got down, removed the gag and jumped back on top of my face. She pressed her cunt down on me. She’d thump the nipple clamps, make me winch and yell and said the clamps don’t come off my tits until I made her cumm. I kept sucking her as fast as I could. She rode my face and kept saying “bitch, bitch, bitch.” I sucked her that much harder. She dragged this out for a bit then pulled her hood back and told me to get my tongue on her clit, she wanted a good cumm. I complied quickly. She came in one loud moan, rode me and oozed all over my face.
She jumped down, yanked the nipple clamps off and bit my nipples. I screamed. She taunted me that I was hers. I said yes ma'am. Then she asked if I was going to give them all my holes to torture. I grimaced and said yes ma'am. She said fuck you and slapped my messy face. She asked Cici if she wanted to get eaten. I raised my head and looked at this newbie. I sensed some shyness and sensitivity about a few pounds too many. Katrina told her there’s nothing to be ashamed of and their bodies are all superior to mine. Joan came over and hugged her and told her something like I know you can do it, sweetheart. She also told her how much it drives a whore like me crazy to see a black girl’s body especially when I’m tied up like this and have no control over how much of that body I can have. She told her she had all the power in the world in her body, that power is control. She actually kissed Cici. Cici timidly took her top and bra off. Joan told her she had beautiful full breasts.
Katrina suggest that maybe it would help if Cici did some things to me first. This began with Cici thumping the clamps on my lips and clit. I’d yell. Cici would giggle. Katrina told her … see how she (me) reacts to you? Cici nodded and did it again. Again I yelled. Joan suggested that Cici just yank the pin off my clit and the clamps on my labia at the same time and see how I reacted. Cici innocently asked if that would hurt but Joan laughed and assured her she wouldn’t feel a thing, only the whore would. There was more encouragement and assurances that I was just somebody to use and have fun with and deep down this was how I served black women.
I lay there shaking while this mini drama played out. Finally Joan got a flogger and hit my tits several times then hit my cunt once. I screamed. I saw Cici smiling. Joan gave Cici the flogger and said “try it.” Cici took it and hit my tits. I yelled, Joan said do it again but harder. She did, I yelled. She said to tell the whore you’re going to hurt her cunt and hit it with the flogger. There was pause. Then Cici hit me. I strained and yelled. Joan asked her how that made her feel. Cici said “good.” Joan said to yank the pins off and hit her as hard as you want. Cici yanked the clit pin off. I screamed, then she yanked the 2 pins off each labia. I was in agony. Katrina was smiling; Karen was in stitches. Joan encouraged her to keep going. She did and hit my cunt repeatedly. I was looking at her standing between my legs and saw her face and the swing of the flogger. She seemed to gain confidence in every stroke. Joan had her move the strokes around, not to hit me in the same place each time. Following Joan’s advice she hit my inner thighs, tits, tummy, and ass cheeks leaving me feeling like some demo dummy which was not the first time that feeling hit me.
Joan switch her to a crop and in a similar fashion Cici began hitting my clit, my ass hole and nipples. Joan asked her new pupil if she wanted to see me cumm; Cici did. Joan gave her a dildo to use on my cunt and gave her a shorter crop to hit my clit while she fucked me and told her she had the power over my cunt, over my orgasm and my pain and she was in control. In a period or probably 30 minutes she’d switched from timid Cici to a more confident teen. I trembled at the transition; this kid who a few months ago wouldn’t taker her clothes off or do anything, to a girl in the woods two weeks ago who finally let me suck her, who frolicked on the bed with me yesterday at Mavis, now was getting lessons in hurting me.
Cici kept on until I was at my edge and told Joan so. Joan said to tell Cici, that my cumm was in her hands. I winched and told her; she giggled. Joan reminded her that whether I came or not was totally up to her. Cici said she’d like to see me do it. After another exchange with Joan, she told me directly that she wanted to see me cumm. Gawd, did I ever respond and screamed out my orgasm.
As I lay there ebbing Cici told Joan and Katrina that was the first time she’d ever done that to a woman. Katrina laughed that it probably wouldn't be the last and asked if now she wanted me to make her cumm. Cici confidently said yes. Without too much more encouragement, she took her jeans and panties off and got up on the top of me and lowered her cunt over me, I went at her in some strange ritual of appreciation and lust. While I ate her, I felt a dildo slid back into my cunt. I decided to give Cici everything I could and flicked my tongue against her rose. That drove her crazy and she came. She got off me and I looked between my legs and saw Karen fucking me. They applauded Cici.
Karen moved the strappy from my cunt to my ass and fucked me some, and told me how this was a warm up for Wednesday. With some encouragement from Joan, Cici took the crop and hit my nipples and cunt while Karen continued fucking my ass. I came again. I’d barely finished ebbing when I felt something different hit my tits. I looked and saw that both Cici and Joan had straps and were flailing me. I lay there and scrammed while Karen finished her ass fuck.
After a pause, Katrina fitted Cici with the strappy and told her she needed to learn how to ass fuck before Wednesday. There was no time like the present. She showed her how to lube me and the strappy then let her slid the girl cock up my ass. I groaned as this girl began her strokes. Katrina guided her, gave her pointers and again, another lesson in dominance at my expense.
Katrina said I needed a break and for the second time that day, took most of my restraints off with the exception of the leather wrist cuffs. She quickly drew my hands together behind my back and padlocked the d-rings together. She told me to stand up. I did and asked to go pee. She said not yet and pushed me back against a wall and told me to spread my legs. I did and she attached a spreader bar to my ankles. I stood there staring at all four of them.
Katrina told me to offer these girls the opportunity to hit my tits. I looked at her; she knew they were aching from what happened Sunday night again this afternoon and evening. It’s one of those moments where I wasn’t sure I could take the pain but I knew better than to balk. I told the girls my tits were theirs. Katrina explained to the girls that I was close to a limit but they had five minutes to make my tits ache anyway they wanted to using just their hands. She gagged me with the ball gag again, hit the timer on her cell phone and said, “Go.”
Both of them came at me with smirks of superiority. They attacked my boobs like wildcats; scratching, biting, twisting and slapping. I tried to shy away but had no place to go. I screamed into the gag constantly. There was timidity left in Cici. Karen was her dominate self. Katrina told me to bend slightly forward at the waist and let them hang. I did, the girls begin slapping in earnest until Katrina called time. I gasped for breath and looked at my swollen, reddened tits. I could not believe what just happened.
Katrina told me now I could pee and removed the spreader bar. I started to wobble a few steps toward the bathroom but she told me... pee, right where I was. I did as she said and pissed on the floor in front of the four of them. Katrina released me and told everybody we were finished for the day. She had me thank the girls for all they’d done to me and tell Cici that I was always available to her. To Karen she had me reaffirm that I was hers forever.
The girls dressed and left, Katrina and Joan told me to clean up the piss, clean up the toys and come upstairs when I was finished. I knew the drill and did as she told me making sure I hadn’t missed a thing.
I went upstairs and sat with them in the kitchen and slipped wine and munched on a sandwich. Katrina said I looked like hell, I agreed that I must. I noticed that it was 7:20. We’d been at this for over 5 hours which felt like an eternity. She told me Cici had potential but she needed training and had to get away from the thugs she ran around with. She said today’s session was to train her in the proper way to treat a whore and to demonstrate what was possible. She commended me on how I reacted, how I took things and said I do know my place. She told me that Wednesday’s session would be along the same lines though focused on ass and they would encourage Mavis to help train Cici. We talked a bit more and then I went upstairs to shower. After thanking them, I left there about 8:15 and came home.
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