Sunday afternoon, around 3:30,
Molly announced that we were going out to see someone. Sheryl initially was
less than interested and expressed her preference to stay home and nap. Molly
was insistent and told her mom to get dressed.
Molly selected what she
wanted Sheryl to wear; an animal print garter belt, bra and thong panties, dark
hose and high heeled boots, a warm taffy colored fitted sweater and pleated
black wool mini. She looked stunning and somewhere between sophisticated bank
exec and an expensive escort at a cocktail party.
For me, she tossed me black
mesh pantyhose with a wide cutout through the crotch that left my cunt and
asshole blatantly exposed. She added a mesh top that had cutouts around my
tits, black high-heeled pumps and my collar and leash. For warmth against the
mid 40’s day, she allowed me a ¾-length heavy sweater coat.
Then Molly dropped the bomb
that we were going to meet Katrina and it would be Sheryl’s first chance to
actually see me dominated by a black mistress.
Molly grabbed a knit
shoulder bag that she said contained “essential items” and we headed for the
garage.
I drove Sheryl’s car, she
sat in front with me; Molly, in denim leggings, brown boots, tight sweater and
tunic, hair in a ponytail, sat in the back as if she was being chauffeured and
bantered the whole time about what fun this would be for her mom to finally see
me taken by my black owner. Sheryl was all worked up about this and made a few laughing
comment about me. Yet in the pit of my stomach, I had a nagging feeling there’s
more to this little Sunday visit than meets the eye.
Katrina was dynamite
personified in a black leather micro mini, hose, white blouse and leather vest.
She greeted Sheryl warmly and cordially as if they were two women at a social
gathering. For Molly she had a warm embrace and a kiss with a decidedly
familiar tone to it yet nothing overtly spoken. For me it was a hug then a snap
of her fingers, me kneeling, kissing the tops of her boots and expressing my
gratitude for her presence. Then she brought in Joan; collared, eyes lowered,
head slightly bowed, wearing a gorgeous silk cream colored blouse, gold
panties, beige thigh highs and skyscraper heels; yes, no skirt.
The five of us did quiet
chat until Katrina told me I knew where things were in her house. I caught the
meaning and got up to go to the kitchen but Molly stopped me and said I needed
to lose the sweater. When I did, Katrina cackled and said I might as well have
come naked. I went to the kitchen, opened wine and served. This little subtle
tableau clearly positioned me beneath Joan though at the moment I didn’t know
if Sheryl caught that or not.
For a few minutes, we sat
and talked. Joan stood beside Katrina’s chair, legs slightly apart. I knelt on
the floor beside Molly's chair with the end of my leash looped around her left
wrist. After I poured more wine for all, Katrina really focused on Sheryl as if
she were gaining her confidence or lulling her into a false sense of equality.
I’ve known her long enough to catch this trait and I knew there was something
else going on, though, at the moment, I couldn’t tell what.
Katrina shifted the topic
of conversation from banal issues to me. Addressing Sheryl specifically, she
talked about how I’ve learned my place in life. She asked Molly to let her have
the leash and Molly graciously complied. I crawled behind Molly over to Katrina.
Then she started slowly picking apart the ridiculously slutty clothes I had on,
saying things to Sheryl such as … did she ever think she’d see a grown woman
act like and dress like such a slut. She added lots of platitudes about how
rewarding it has to be to have a full time 24/7 slave around the house. Sheryl
was basking in this.
Katrina told me to remove the slut
pantyhose and top and had me stand naked in just the collar and leash and
pumps. She quickly drew a sharp contrast between my nakedness and the rest of
them, even Joan, being clothed. From there she launched into a discussion with
Molly and Sheryl about how much they allowed me clothes around the house and
concluded she thought they needed to tighten it up a bit. Then she reminded
them of the few times I’ve served naked or nearly naked for social functions
hosted by Frayne or small groups of women and mw’s all-out slut weekends where
I’d served as many as a dozen women. She added that I absolutely love to be
naked in front of fully clothed women, the more, the better, and mentioned her
own inauguration party in 2009 when I served in a maids outfit for about 20
women. Another one would be coming in about two months with probably twice as
many women and she doubted I’d have any clothes at all. By the time she finished with this, I was
dripping and confessed that being naked in front of fully clothed women got to
me in a very special way.
Sheryl reveled in this and
by my count, was well into her third glass of wine. Katrina suggested we get serious
and move downstairs to her playroom. With Katrina in control of my leash, we
moved down to her small playroom. Once inside, Katrina almost apologized that
her space was somewhat limited by the dimensions of her townhouse. To Sheryl, though, it was eye-popping and
Molly broke into a routine of what they could do with the lower level space
they have.
Katrina asked Sheryl if she
was ready to see me sat my best or worst, depending on the point of view. I got
on hands and knees and kissed her feet and toes, and licked my way up her legs
to the tops of her hose. Before I went to her pussy, she had me thanking her
for all her many kindnesses and reaffirming that I was a slut to all black
women. However, all she allowed me was a few licks against her panties and a
lot of sniffs of her pussy and ass. From there she directed me to a small
table. I got on the table on all fours, knees slightly apart, in what she calls
the “show bitch” position, the comparison of a bitch being inspected by judges
at a dog show. She began fondling me, probing my holes with fingers, raking her
nails over my back and thighs. Then she invited Molly over to do the same.
This progressed to both of
them selecting dildos and crops and taking my torment to the next level with
more serious penetration and some well-aimed slaps at my butt, thighs, cunt and
tits. I could see Sheryl and knew she was squirming.
After I was fucked, Katrina
raised her skirt, pulled her panties aside and let me lick her some more. She
fingered my ass, had me suck the finger, and then she took a red ball gag,
rubbed it around on her pussy and gagged me. She tied my hands behind me,
looped a thick rope around my upper body beneath my arm pits and above my tits,
knotted it in back and tied the other end over a hook in the ceiling. I was
more or less close to one corner of her playroom but facing the center of the
room.
Joan sat on top of the
padded bench. Katrina went over and sat by her. Molly was standing close to me,
Sheryl was sitting in a folding chair off to one side. The way things were
arranged, Katrina, Joan and Molly were more or less on one side of the room and
Sheryl was toward the center and a few feet away from all of us. Whether that
was by design or just happened, I don’t know. Katrina asked her how she enjoyed
seeing me used by her and Molly. She also said it wouldn’t be too extreme to
leave me tied as I was all night and have some new girls come in. Sheryl
basically said I was a slut and got what I deserved.
Katrina’s questions became
more direct. The tone of how she addressed Sheryl changed from talking to her
as if she were an equal to talking to her in short blunt sentences as if Sheryl
was an underling. She said it must have been a very interesting roller coaster
ride since last fall when she discovered that her daughter had been fucking me;
how does a mother feel when she discovers that her daughter projects such overt
behavior. Sheryl fumbled with answers.
Then Katrina asked when was
it that she admitted to herself that she envied me for being shameless enough
to submit to Molly. Sheryls said she had no such envy but Katrina laughed.
Then she said to Sheryl that
as she understood it, the family dynamic right now is Molly assumes more
control of the household on an almost weekly basis, I’m clearly the
slut/sub/slave; Sheryl floats somewhere in the middle, generally assuming
control of me but always at Molly’s beck and call as well as Julie’s and
Marianne’s, too.
Sheryl was absolutely
shocked that Katrina knew this and I could see her struggling for control much
as she did in Paris the first night we were there… wanting to believe she was
in control but deep down knowing she wasn’t. Instead of looking at Katrina,
Joan or Molly directly, I noticed she was staring at the floor and fumbling
with her skirt.
Katrina’s questions became
more uncomfortable. She asked if Sheryl enjoyed submitting to her daughter. Sheryl
couldn’t get an answer out and hung her head.
I saw Katrina and Molly exchange
glances. Molly told her mom to answer the question. She didn’t say anything;
Molly asked again in a more snippy way. Sheryl finally said it’s very special,
it’s personal and it’s something she didn’t want to discuss right now. Molly
didn’t miss a beat and told her mom she decides what’s appropriate for
discussion, did she understand? Sheryl dropped her head like a little girl.
Molly told her to answer Katrina’s question.
Sheryl was totally
embarrassed. Finally she said “yes” but did not elaborate. I will say that since
the carefree, fuck-filled giddy days in Paris, Sheryl has never admitted her
position with her daughter to anyone locally other than Julie. So in essence,
coming out in front of Katrina and Joan was a major milestone. Molly reached
into the bag of essential items she brought and pulled out her mom’s collar and
leash. By the time Molly walked over to her mom and cinched the collar around
her neck, she was in tears; not sobbing but soft whimpering and wiping her eyes.
Katrina told her she knew
what was going on and there was no sense denying it or pretending it didn’t
happen, that she and Molly talked candidly and even had sex. I did an OMG into
the gag.
Molly by this time was
fortified with her mom’s soft humiliation. She tugged the leash and led her mom
4-5 steps to Katrina and Joan. Sheryl’s body language was a dead giveaway… head
down and shoulders rounded forward. Katrina told her to stand up and act like
she was proud of herself for being a slut mom, gave her a few instructions and
had her standing straight, legs apart.
Then she told Molly she’d like to see more of her mom.
Molly told Sheryl to
undress. Sheryl seethed at Molly and hesitated. Katrina was patient, Molly was
demanding. She did her snippy little brat routine and rattled off the names of
10-11 girls since June 1st that her mom had been naked with and fucked
and getting naked in front of 2 more couldn’t be that big a deal. Sheryl brushed
aside tears and shame and began. Katrina told her she better put some to love
in it. She never quite achieved enthusiasm but got down to garter belt, hose
and heels. Molly had her play with her tits, spread and show her pussy and ass.
Katrina and Molly spoke
privately for a moment then Molly took her mother’s leash and led her to the
same small table I’d been on an hour or so earlier. Molly ordered her mom to
hands and knees, knees wide apart and ass stuck back. She blindfolded her and
began rubbing her cunt. From where I was, I could see Sheryl was totally
soaked, glistening and making squishy sounds when Molly fingered her and made
lewd references to Sheryl’s cunt. She took toys off Katrina’s wall and smacked
her mom’s butt until she was winching and moaning. Then she teased her cunt
with a dildo and a ton of verbal brought Sheryl over the top and admitting she
was a slut and wanting to be fucked.
Katrina jumped back in,
called Sheryl a cunt and made it clear she’d be the one doing the fucking. Katrina raised her leather mini, pulled her
panties aside and let Sheryl get a taste. Then she had Joan fit the strappy
around her. She went through this little scene with Sheryl that she’d be the
first black woman to fuck her white bitch cunt and she expected to hear a few
“thank you, Ms Katrina’s” said in appreciation. Sheryl was shaking so hard I
worried she’d fall off the table. They decided to remove the blindfold so she
could see what was about to happen.
Katrina fucked Sheryl’s
mouth, paused and listened for the “thank you’s”, fucked her some more then
moved to her cunt. She adjusted her position to get her hips lower, legs almost
straddling the small table and her ass suck back. She eased into Sheryl’s cunt
(yes, dripping) and fucked her. I’d term it a fuck of consideration and some
compassion at first but it moved to a wild, obscenity-laden banging. Sheryl was
a constant series of moans and blurting out her thank you’s and yes ma'am’s and
admissions she was her daughter s slut mom. When prompted, she screamed out she
was now Katrina’s toy, too.
Katrina let her cumm, then
had her get back on the table on her side and pulled her butt right to the
edge. She lubed her and slid into her asshole. Sheryl started sliding all over
the table, yelling and crying again and Katrina kept pulling her back to the
edge and also slapping her ass, face and side of her left tit. Finally she
screamed out that she was a whore and an ass fuck whore for black women. Katrina
yelled back at her … and who else… and kept fucking her ass. Finally Sheryl
screamed out … my daughter and her friends.
Molly had been standing
next to the table, arms crossed, staring down at her mom with this sinister smile
of satisfaction on her face. During this ordeal, Joan remained perched like a
princess on the padded bench and I was drooling my head off and pulsing my
cunt.
Katrina withdrew, had Joan
hand her a butt plug and slipped that into Sheryl’s distended hole. Then she unbuckled
the strappy and told Sheryl to come eat her. Sheryl, now not much more than
rubble, face stained with tears and dribble, scrambled down to her knees. Katrina
pulled her hair back, slapped her face and guided it to her cunt. Sheryl knew
what to do and sucked Katrina off, licked her clean then obediently moved around
to her ass and licked her rose and finally sucked it. To me it was priceless.
Katrina told her to suck
everybody else off, too. Sheryl was simply a series of yes Ma’am’s. she went to
Molly who was absolutely gloating about what a whore her mom was now. She
squirted all over her face and sent her to Joan. Joan stood and let “the new
white bitch” remove her panties and suck her cunt. Joan’s panties were so
soaked it was unreal. Once again, Sheryl got a face full of wet pussy and finished
off with worshipping Joan’s ass while Molly beat her moms ass with a crop. Sheryl
then crawled over to me and ate me off which took all of about 30 seconds.
Molly untied me and had me
join Sheryl on the floor on all fours. She lubed me and plugged my ass. Joan
and Katrina both were side by side leaning across the table and Molly led her
mom to Katrina’s ass and me to Joan’s. We both paid our respects to them while
Molly called us a bunch of bitches.
There wasn’t a lot past
this point other than Katrina, Joan and Molly thinking of ways to use us together.
Katrina was firm on one thing that’s been mentioned several times … about
Whitney, Tonya and Karen making a visit and there is no reason why that
shouldn’t happen now, particularly during the semester break when Whitney will
be home for about 3 weeks. Katrina also suggested that it’d be appropriate for her
to invite Joan out for lunch once in a while since Joan is sometimes downtown
during the day when she’s not traveling.
Things concluded with Sheryl
and me going upstairs and out on Katrina’s patio to pee. Obviously by that
time, around 730pm, the evening was totally dark and quite nippy, somewhere in
the upper 30’s. We cleaned up the toys and the playroom before we left.
My apologies for not
getting this out sooner. Kisses, e
