Feb 28, 2013: Mavis' story

When I arrived at Mavis, Hannah was already there, I wasn’t expecting that but its not a problem; I like her a lot and gawd knows she’s seen me at my worst. As soon as I walked in, I stripped naked, everything off including hose and heels. I got Mavis some tea and Hannah a morning cocktail. I made one for myself, too. I sat on a footstool facing them on the sofa. My legs spread wide so my cunt was completely exposed. We talked about things in general. I did the hostess thing again and resumed my seated slut position.  

Mavis complimented Jody on recent things involving some expanding relationships  she's developed. I cannot go into that here.

Then Mavis asked my opinion on Derita and if she should become involved. My thought was that some conversation would really make Derita feel good, because her living situation sucks;  an irresponsible addict mom who she never sees, an aunt who is doing what she can and a grandmother who just doesn’t have the time to give love.  She paused a moment then commented that she’s not as spry as she used to be (Hannah nodded) and it might be nice to have someone come live with her and she might be able to make something good out of that girl.  

Then she went on a verbal rant about how she tried with Jasmine and though it didn’t work out, she still had not given up. From there she transitioned to Karen and how, in Mavis’  mind, she saved Karen from a rough life.  

Then she told me, more as a wise old woman than a domme’, that she wanted me to get with Jas that I need to make it happen and offer myself regardless of what my white girls think.  

She told me I had three things to do; one, to tell Derita to expect a call from her; two, tell Jas that I am available to her unconditionally, and, three, tell Karen about one and two. Then she added that I should tell Molly and Jody. 

The conversation stopped and she told me to get my bag and go to the basement. I did.  In a few minutes, she and Hannah came down. Hannah handcuffed my hands behind my back and had me bend at the waist. She lubed me and slipped the plug up my ass, then told me to get in the cage. I wiggled in, sat against the side and spread my feet to the far corners so my cunt was open and visible to Mavis who pulled up her green chair. 

She made a lot of vulgar references to my cunt and how it’s become a toy for black girls. She rambled a little bit about how black women use me, tie me in awkward positions, kept me vulnerable and suffering. As she talked I squirmed to the extent I could, and began secreting. She told me my cunt was a dead giveaway that it loved being used. She spoke briefly about orgasm control but said that was a topic for the girls who used me.  

Then Mavis began relating sa story about her younger years. In her 20’s she worked as a maid for a well to do white woman in Massachusetts.  After several months, the woman hinted that she would like to pretend their roles were reversed so she could experience a black woman could bossing her around. Mavis had to think about it but agreed. The woman told Mavis what she wanted and even showed her art drawings of black women dominating white women. They experimented. It was once every few days at first but it became almost an everyday thing. It continued to the point the woman literally became a slave within her own household. Mavis said it became insanely intense and she was beating and fucking the woman constantly. This went on for years until eventually the woman paid Mavis a substantial sum of money to move away and to remain silent.  

Mavis moved to Baltimore. There, she worked as a waitress in a nice restaurant. She noticed there was a white man and woman who always requested to be seated in her section. The woman, Anna, flirted and remarked about how beautiful her skin was. One evening Mavis said Anna bumped into her in a hallway leading to the bathrooms. She apologized and dropped her gaze. Mavis said she knew then what this bitch wanted. A few nights later when the couple dined, Mavis deliberately spilled wine onto the woman’s dress. Though the husband was pissed, Anna said very little. Mavis didn’t apologize but told Anna she’d treat the stain and led her to the ladies room. She told her to take the dress off and lock the door. She used table salt and water to soak the stain out then dried the dress under the electric hand dryer. Mavis told her she had a good body and asked if she wanted to go out for coffee. Anna agreed.

A few days later, they met for coffee. Mavis laid everything out and said she had experience doing white women. Anna admitted what she wanted. They went to Anna’s house and fucked.  Within a few weeks, she was slapping Anna around and soon it became a real D/s situation.

On nights when Anna’s husband was out of town and Mavis could swap shifts, they’d fuck. Mavis became more demanding. One night she brought some trampy clothes over and dressed Anna like a slut … lots of makeup, fishnets, skyscraper heels, tube top, no bra or panties and a micro mini so short you could see up the crack of her ass when she bent over.  Mavis drove them to a sleazy part of the city hookers on about every corner. She found a vacant street corner and told Anna this was her place, she looked like a cheap whore, now get out and act like one.

Anna was afraid of being arrested. Mavis told her she didn’t actually have to fuck but she had to stand there and act the part until she returned to get her. Also, Mavis expected her to earn $40.00 and it didn’t make any difference how she got it. Keep in mind this was at least 30-35 years ago.

Mavis left Anna at the point of tears.  After driving down the street a few blocks so it would appear that she was leaving, she doubled back, left the car one street over and slipped into a bar across the street from Anna’s corner. For a while she watched as cars pulled up, summoned Anna over then drove away.  

Mavis told people in the bar what was up, that the slut across the street was a newbie and she was breaking her in.  Without trying too hard, she got a few people to wander over and proposition the slut to show her cunt and tits for some easy money.  Mavis said she laughed as Anna would pull up her mini, show her cunt and ass, pull down the top and flash her tits and guys would stuff money in tube top or her hose. Other people pulled up and did the same. Then Mavis sent one of the men and his girlfriend across the street to bring her into the bar. 

Anna was scared shitless and struggled but the couple grabbed her somewhat forcefully and brought her to the bar. When Anna saw Mavis, she went ballistic. Mavis slapped her, told her to show her the money. Anna gave her $52.00. Mavis laughed her ass off about who in the hell gave her whore $2.00. 

She said there were probably 15-20 people in the bar, working class, mostly guys but some girls. She told them Anna was going to pay for yelling at her and she’d take on anybody, $5 for a bj, $10 for a fuck and ladies for free.  Anna went out of control but Mavis told her either do it this way or walk home without your clothes. She sat beside Anna as she gave a few bj’s, took a few cocks and ate some black pussy. After buying the bar a round of drinks, she still cleared over a $100. It wasn’t for the money but more to prove a point to Anna of how slutty she was for a black woman.

About a week later, Mavis came over with one of the black women from the bar that’d used Anna. They’d both fuck her and beat her ass. By this time, though, she’d tired of Anna’s whining and sold her to this other black woman. She beat Anna up one last time, shit on her and walked out. Within a week, she’d left Baltimore and headed south.  

Then she stopped the story.

I was soaked. Both of them started on me again about my needy cunt. Mavis wanted sex but said the basement is too damp. She left Hannah to get me out of the cage. As soon as I was out Hannah sat in Mavis chair and pulled her panties down. I knee walked over and licked her pussy. She relaxed and I licked her for a long time util she came. We went upstairs where Mavis was waiting for me in her bedroom. Still cuffed and plugged, I went back. She was sprawled on the bed, legs slightly apart and told me to crawl up and get busy. As I licked her, she went the finer points of my years with her and all the madness she’s done to me. Her favorite time was the Sunday about two years ago when Whitney and a bunch of friends ganged me in the basement. She said that was the most fun she’s had in years. I ate Mavis until she came. Then she said she wanted to sleep. I went back to Hannah. She took the cuffs off and told me it really would be a good idea to have somebody living with Mavis. I promised I’d call Derita and ask her to contact Mavis. I left shortly after that.

As of today, Saturday, I have called Derita and told her Mavis wants to talk to her, that I didn’t know the whole subject but it was important they talk. That made her day.

 

 

 

 

Feb 21, 2013: Hilda

I had lunch today with a woman, Hilda, a friend of Sheryl’s. Sheryl recommended me to Hilda as someone to help her on a project. I’ve been working on this thing for 3-4 days. Usually she calls me in the mornings to check on my progress and generally bitch at me. Today when she called she told me to meet her for lunch.  

 

I called Sheryl and told her about Hilda calling and telling me to meet for lunch. Sheryl said this is not unexpected, do it, her dictate of me being plugged today remains in effect (she plugged me before she left for work), panties are not in my dress code, otherwise dress professionally. She asked what I’d wear, I told her; she made an alternate choice for me that included a black blouse, the top 2 buttons undone and a pendant necklace that hung just above the 3^rd button, and, to wear a push up bra. Above all, make her proud.

FYI, I’d never met Hilda. Sheryl told me she was important.

 

When I arrived at the restaurant (early) and told the hostess I was meeting someone, the hostess told me she’d already seated my party and took me to a booth in the corner. Hilda is a light-skinned black woman, my age maybe older, very articulate and as demanding in person as she is over the phone.

She was seated so she could look into the restaurant. I sat facing her with my back to everything else in the room, thus able to focus only on her. I sensed an immediate power play. There were no introductory pleasantries beyond 60 seconds of “hello”. She immediately reiterated her opinion on a number of things regards the project. I discussed my progress. Though she seemed pleased, she was somewhat condescending and aloof. I was compliant and polite though I felt she was rating or judging me constantly.

 

She asked about my relationship with Sheryl. I told her that we were good friends and knew each other a couple of years. 

 

I felt antsy with my back to the room. Once I attempted to look around the room and she asked me what I was doing. She told me the only thing I needed to be aware of was her and what she wanted; these other people were inconsequential. She leaned into my space a lot and I caught myself leaning back. The plug made me uncomfortable, no panties made it worse. I felt like she knew more about me than she let on. When lunch was over, she told me to pay for my own tab and go, that she had calls to make before she left. Somehow, that got all over me; I could have exploded but I thanked her for the meeting and the opportunity to meet her. When I walked away, I felt like she was staring holes through me.

I called Sheryl and left a message. She called back about an hour later and said she’d spoken with Hilda but did not say anything about their conversation other than she was pleased with meeting me. Otherwise, Sheryl is saying nothing to me about this.

 

Jan 29, 2013: Molly, Stephanie, Mia

 

I had a work assignment that was trying to finish for a meeting on the 30th. This morning, however, Molly called me from campus and said I had exactly two hours to finish because she had plans for me.  Sherrie was out of town for a few days, which of course, left me in Molly’s complete control.

 

Around 1:00, Molly arrived as I was proofing my work. She lit into me because I wasn’t “ready.” Her definition of ready is, showered, hair fixed, make up on and my butt plug and lube available to her. I apologized that I lost track of time. She slapped me a few times, told me that no excuses were appropriate and told me to get ready. I quickly showered, fixed my makeup and dressed in the thigh highs and platforms she laid out. I got the plug and presented it to her. After some more scolding, she bent me over the bathroom counter, lubed my ass and inserted the butt plug.

 

We went down to the rec room, a portion of which Molly has turned into her personal play space, a small table with a drawer of toys, a few innocent items of furniture which are sometimes not so innocent, a stripper pole and a large mirror among other thing. She buckled my lavender leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles but did not connect them then sent me to the bar, another recent addition, to fix two rum and cokes. 

 

She called Stephanie on her cell, kicked off her shoes and told me to remove her jeans and panties. She hopped onto one of the bar stools, spread her legs and pointed to her pussy lips.  I knelt and began licking her while she talked to Stephanie about some incident on campus and made reference that I was eating her and generally talked about me as if I wasn’t even there.

 

I worked her pussy with my fingers and tongue. She kept talking to Stephanie and I licked until she flooded me with her orgasm.  She told Stephanie she should see my face all-glistening and to hurry up. She clicked off the call and said Stephanie was on her way and for me to continue munching her pussy. I complied and brought her off again, and, would have done a third one had the doorbell not chimed.

 

Molly told me to go upstairs and let Stephanie in. Messy face and all, I did. Stephanie, though, to my complete surprise, was not alone. Standing beside her was a girl I’d never seen, Mia, about Stephanie’s height but with a more shapely body and short blunt cut dyed a florescent reddish-orange. She looked at me as if I had three eyes and green teeth then nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders and quipped that they were right; I was a slut. Once again, I knew my first impression was mind boggling; naked except for slut heels and hose, a messy face reeking of cumm, a plug in my ass and my wrist and ankle cuffs. As she brushed past me, she sniffed a couple of times and called me  “pussyface.”

 

By the time we’d make our way down to the rec room, Molly had slipped on panties but still had that unmistakable just fucked glow. She knew Mia; they’d been together last weekend.

 

I played cocktail waitress and listened to them retell their exploits of the previous weekend centered on a party at an off campus apartment. That’s apparently where the idea of Mia meeting me originated. Also revealed in this now rum fueled conversation was the fact Mia was a new submissive of Stephanie’s. Eventually, Stephanie told her to strip.

 

Mia willingly took every stitch on her body off like being naked was some sort of relief. I literally sighed at her body; C-cup pale breasts with large aureoles, a smooth pussy and puffy thick lips. Stephanie told her to sit in the wicker chair and said she wanted to see me eat her slut. Following her orders, I dropped to my hands and knees and crawled over.

 

Mia draped her legs over each arm of the chair and slid her hips to the edge of the cushion in a move that sent a rush of excitement through my body. She did little shivers and moans as I licked her and within minutes, she was pulsing out orgasms nonstop like a little naked cumm factory. I feasted on her using both hands and my mouth until Stephanie grabbed my wrists, pulled them behind my back and clipped them together. My center of attention shifted to the link between my tongue and Mia’s cunt.

 

Stephanie took the leash, pulled it taunt between my hanging tits, against my tummy, tightly against my wet cunt, thru my ass and over the top of the base of the butt plug, up my spline, over my cuffed wrists and to my neck until Mia could grab the leash and pull me tighter. The friction of the leash through my cunt was riveting and I started trying to grind off against it. Stephanie warned me not to cumm and to keep tonguing Mia. I ached but I understood. To make things more maddening, she began spanking me.

 

Mia had cumm about six times but then again it could have been a dozen. Molly had perched on the back of the chair and lowered her hips to Mia’s face. The back of Mia's head rested against the top of the chair and she flicked her tongue into Molly's asshole and fingered her pussy. Molly let out a loud guttural moan, said she was going to cumm and squirted all over Mia and me. 

 

Stephanie was the only one with any semblance of clothes on at this point. Mia had subsided and was kissing Molly’s pussy in a cooing sort of way to cool down. Stephanie dragged me to the wicker sofa, took off her tights and boots and pulled me between her legs. Hands still cuffed behind me, I began on her pussy much the way I did Mia’s, pausing to kiss her and suck her clit into my mouth. After a prolonged buildup and licking session, she came and had me move to her ass. I also kissed her ass while she used a vibe on her clit to cumm again.  She

held my face against her pussy and ground off another orgasm. I licked her goo until she pushed me to the floor.

 

Molly stated the obvious; that all of them had enjoyed multiple orgasms at my expense and that my face resembled something between a glue pot and a cumm dump. She pulled me up to my feet and marched me to the sauna bathroom. She had me kick off my heels. She removed my collar and removed the leather cuffs off my wrists and ankles. She pulled down on my nipples until I was on my knees. I knew what was coming … that i was going to be pissed on. She went first and before she was finished, Stephanie pissed on me also. Mia playfully lifted one leg over my shoulder and pissed down the front of my body. I stayed kneeling and endured the piss bath. At Molly’s prompting, I thanked them for their thoughtfulness. Predictably, they mocked me and spit on me.

 

Stephanie roped my hands behind my back and tied my elbows close together. They left me on my knees in the shower to “drip dry” as Molly put it while they went back to the bar and schemed.

 

In a few minutes, they came back and Molly used the shower wand to rinse most of the piss off me.  She then led me back to the rec room, pushed me to my knees again and bent me forward over a footstool.

 

Molly got her spanking devices; they each planned to give me 25 spanks. Stephanie told everyone the butt plug in my ass would keep me from tightening my ass cheeks before the paddle landed which would increase the impact traveling up my ass canal;  it would be even worse when the paddle hit the plug.  Where this burst of wisdom came from I have no idea. All I can verify is it hurt like hell. Stephanie went first, hit my asshole and drove the plug into me. I yelled. She would hit my ass cheeks several times then pause to let me recover. That became

her routine, a hit on the plug then quick strokes to both ass cheeks then a pause. She switched to the thin paddle and hit me 5 more times and I yelled like crazy. When she finished her 25, the three of them sat around laughing and drinking, pulling my hair and fingering my cunt.

 

Mia took over and used a crop. She hit me a few times and asked if I enjoyed this. I shook my head no. she called me a lair and hit me 5 more times and asked again. I finally said yes ma'am. She said i was the funniest thing she'd ever seen. She paused then did 5 more. By that time I was at the point of tears. She ignored me, said I was too cute not to spank and finished her 25.

 

Molly finished things. She called me her fat ass fuck pig and tapped the plug several times with her hand.  Then she started hitting me with a short braided whip Stephanie brought over. The whip would hit me across the butt cheeks then curl around my hips and sting like hell. 

 

After the 75 strokes mostly on my ass and upper thighs, I was aching and I asked for a break. Molly said they’d lay off my butt for a while. Diabolically, they pulled me up and pulled me behind one of the large wicker chairs. They had me place, sit, my butt against the top of the chair.  That was brutal since my ass was sore from whipping and the plug was still in my ass. Molly had me spread my feet on the outside legs of the chair and then Stephanie tied my ankles to the chair legs. This position opened up the front of my body. Molly got things, a small flogger, crop and such and they started spanking my tits and cunt. When they finished, they untied me and had me sit on some floor cushions.

 

Molly said I could masturbate in front of them. My fingers were all over cunt and my arousal was building fast. Molly became very philosophical about how much fun it is to use and abuse me and make me react with a wet cunt. She said it was an endless cycle; the more I didn’t like it the more I wanted it and the more I want it, the more I’ll engage in this humiliating behavior until I get wet and become aroused. She thought a grown woman would be able to stop herself from being aroused to the degree I was, dripping cunt and all and I needed to feel the shame to have fulfilling sex.

 

I hung my head. She told me to look at her straight in the face and answer her. I admitted she was right. She told me to look at them and frig. I frigged harder and erupted as spasm after spasm went through me. My orgasms lasted well over a minute as I rocked back and forth until I slid off the cushions and onto the floor. I had mini-cum aftershocks as they watched me panting for breath and sitting on the floor in a puddle of my own goo. I was very embarrassed.

 

Molly told me to get up and fix drinks again. I did and ate Mia again also. Shortly afterwards, she and Stephanie left. Molly took me upstairs and fucked me, then left me alone for a while.