My note. It's Friday, March 15th, around dark. I started writings this on Monday, March 11. I never got much of a chance to finish or send anything.
Also and most important. I was supposed to be finished with my loan out as of today. From what Murielle told me, that's not going to happen. Thats depressing. these girls have worn me to a nothing. I'm fried.
Anyway here's what I wrote in bits and pieces throughout the week.
Hi. I haven't been able to write, the weekend was hectic. Don't know now much time I have now, either. It's 4:34pm Monday..
Briefly, The last time I signed off in my journal, Friday night, March 8, Murielle was giving me the come here bitch routine. she restrained me in the arm binder before we went to bed. It's just one of her favorite items and for me, it's rather sensuous. However, it lasted only until 1:15am Saturday morning.
I slept the rest of the night in her bed but with my collar on, leash locked to her bed and her waking up during the night to fuck me. Once during the night, she unlocked me and led me out in her back yard to pee.
FYI she lives in a large two story white frame house, wrap around porches. basement, attic, Maybe 12-15 blocks from the edge of downtown. Generally speaking, the house has seen better days. At some time, the house was converted to a duplex, divided right down the middle from what I can tell. The back yard is fenced with an old dilapidated stockade fence thats leaning over in places. There's a 2 car garage on Murielle's side of the duplex that probably hasn't seen a car in years. Big old oak trees everywhere. Over the last five days, I've gotten a pretty good view of everything I've mentioned in terms of the house and its surroundings. I also found out she rents her half from the owners who live in the other half. I've met them. More on all the meet and greet later.
Saturday morning was more of the same, fucking when she felt the urge. i was still naked, totally, had not showered since early Thursday morning, felt and looked like trash, grungy as you can imagine, and my hair reeking of sex, sweat and pee. I'd asked to shower but she denied me the comfort and said I wasn't filthy enough.
In the afternoon, Two women in her social club, her term, came over to see me. Both were borderline ghetto, unremarkable, crazy hairdos, dressed in jeans, sneakers and hoodies. Both of them Lasonya (sounds like lasagna, gawd give me a break) and Deanna, are around 30 and with bodies a few pounds too many. They weren't overly wowed with me or at least not exuberantly so. It was more of an attitude of ... Hey, look at this, a naked white trash slut. They treated me very matter of fact, like they didn't expect anything more and this was just normal as night following day.
After about half an hour of shucking and jive talk, shuffling around and all that, they decided to fuck. I'd previously cleaned Murielle's fuck palace of a bedroom and she didn't want it messed up again before night, so she had them take me upstairs where there are two huge bedrooms, high ceilings and a full bath in between. There's also stairs to the attic. We went into the one bedroom that was furnished with an old iron bed, saggy mattress, a small bureau, a rickety wooden chair and a night stand, windows thick with dirt that give the whole place a dingy feeling. The other room is piled with junk.
They plopped on the bed, dragged me up with them, and in a very uncoordinated routine, they both got naked. Both have had kids, stretch marks, saggy breasts, overly large butts and all those typical attributes. Lasonya shoved my face between her thighs. She laid there and had a conversation with herself.
I'm being summoned. I'll be back when I can. I'll sent this.
Well, 24 hours later, I'm back at the pc.
To continue, Lasonya and Deanna both used me, mostly having me bring them off with my tongue and fingers. A variety if ways, them face sitting me, me between their legs and eventually with one on hands and knees, me behind licking ass. Murielle watches some of this then went back downstairs. I'm not sure how much time we spent but it went on until they were happy campers and I was worn out.
When I went downstairs, Karen and Beth, plus Jasmine and Maya (Jasmines friend) were waiting impatiently. They got into conversation with Deanna and Lasonya and started comparing experiences with me. Jas, who had been denied using me for over 24 hours by Murielle was mouthy, pissed at everybody, and Karen felt like queen chit about things were coming together. Between the half dozen women there, the atmosphere was anything but total harmony. I got a flavor for what a group of bitches they could be and felt like a commodity they were dividing up, buying and selling. The argument was who got to dictate what happened to me Saturday night. Murielle had more clients on standby, jas had her own thoughts about me serving her friends and Karen had her thoughts. Deanna and Lasonya also had thoughts but jas said they were shits and didn't count.
An all out argument and shoving contest ensued; cursing, pushing, name calling and all that. Jas claimed some degree of status because she knew me first, Karen had her own claim that I was her whore, and Murielle's position was.... This is her house so I'm her whore. Not to mention she's the biggest of the bunch. Jasmine and Karen, though friends, argue a lot. The issue? Karen's training by Mavis. Jas doesn't like Mavis, and thinks Murielle is better. Murielle really thinks the whole mess is funny and says Mavis sounds like she's with it.
Jasmine wanted to put on a show, beating me in front Murielle's friends and
Good morning, it's Friday morning, March 15.
I've given up trying to keep a daily journal. I'll get started writing, and the alone time to do so is sparse, Then Murielle or somebody will come for me which was the case monday afternoon. They took my iPad away for a couple of days also.
The Saturday night I was attempting to write about above, turned out weird. Murielle finally allowed me to shower, make myself presentable and put on red fishnet hose and slut heels, the first of any semblance of clothing I'd had on since Thursday morning.
Karen, Beth, Jas, Maya, stayed of course. Deanna and Lasonya left for a few hours but came back with friends around 10:00p.
Briefly, The last time I signed off in my journal, Friday night, March 8, Murielle was giving me the come here bitch routine. she restrained me in the arm binder before we went to bed. It's just one of her favorite items and for me, it's rather sensuous. However, it lasted only until 1:15am Saturday morning.
I slept the rest of the night in her bed but with my collar on, leash locked to her bed and her waking up during the night to fuck me. Once during the night, she unlocked me and led me out in her back yard to pee.
FYI she lives in a large two story white frame house, wrap around porches. basement, attic, Maybe 12-15 blocks from the edge of downtown. Generally speaking, the house has seen better days. At some time, the house was converted to a duplex, divided right down the middle from what I can tell. The back yard is fenced with an old dilapidated stockade fence thats leaning over in places. There's a 2 car garage on Murielle's side of the duplex that probably hasn't seen a car in years. Big old oak trees everywhere. Over the last five days, I've gotten a pretty good view of everything I've mentioned in terms of the house and its surroundings. I also found out she rents her half from the owners who live in the other half. I've met them. More on all the meet and greet later.
Saturday morning was more of the same, fucking when she felt the urge. i was still naked, totally, had not showered since early Thursday morning, felt and looked like trash, grungy as you can imagine, and my hair reeking of sex, sweat and pee. I'd asked to shower but she denied me the comfort and said I wasn't filthy enough.
In the afternoon, Two women in her social club, her term, came over to see me. Both were borderline ghetto, unremarkable, crazy hairdos, dressed in jeans, sneakers and hoodies. Both of them Lasonya (sounds like lasagna, gawd give me a break) and Deanna, are around 30 and with bodies a few pounds too many. They weren't overly wowed with me or at least not exuberantly so. It was more of an attitude of ... Hey, look at this, a naked white trash slut. They treated me very matter of fact, like they didn't expect anything more and this was just normal as night following day.
After about half an hour of shucking and jive talk, shuffling around and all that, they decided to fuck. I'd previously cleaned Murielle's fuck palace of a bedroom and she didn't want it messed up again before night, so she had them take me upstairs where there are two huge bedrooms, high ceilings and a full bath in between. There's also stairs to the attic. We went into the one bedroom that was furnished with an old iron bed, saggy mattress, a small bureau, a rickety wooden chair and a night stand, windows thick with dirt that give the whole place a dingy feeling. The other room is piled with junk.
They plopped on the bed, dragged me up with them, and in a very uncoordinated routine, they both got naked. Both have had kids, stretch marks, saggy breasts, overly large butts and all those typical attributes. Lasonya shoved my face between her thighs. She laid there and had a conversation with herself.
I'm being summoned. I'll be back when I can. I'll sent this.
Well, 24 hours later, I'm back at the pc.
To continue, Lasonya and Deanna both used me, mostly having me bring them off with my tongue and fingers. A variety if ways, them face sitting me, me between their legs and eventually with one on hands and knees, me behind licking ass. Murielle watches some of this then went back downstairs. I'm not sure how much time we spent but it went on until they were happy campers and I was worn out.
When I went downstairs, Karen and Beth, plus Jasmine and Maya (Jasmines friend) were waiting impatiently. They got into conversation with Deanna and Lasonya and started comparing experiences with me. Jas, who had been denied using me for over 24 hours by Murielle was mouthy, pissed at everybody, and Karen felt like queen chit about things were coming together. Between the half dozen women there, the atmosphere was anything but total harmony. I got a flavor for what a group of bitches they could be and felt like a commodity they were dividing up, buying and selling. The argument was who got to dictate what happened to me Saturday night. Murielle had more clients on standby, jas had her own thoughts about me serving her friends and Karen had her thoughts. Deanna and Lasonya also had thoughts but jas said they were shits and didn't count.
An all out argument and shoving contest ensued; cursing, pushing, name calling and all that. Jas claimed some degree of status because she knew me first, Karen had her own claim that I was her whore, and Murielle's position was.... This is her house so I'm her whore. Not to mention she's the biggest of the bunch. Jasmine and Karen, though friends, argue a lot. The issue? Karen's training by Mavis. Jas doesn't like Mavis, and thinks Murielle is better. Murielle really thinks the whole mess is funny and says Mavis sounds like she's with it.
Jasmine wanted to put on a show, beating me in front Murielle's friends and
Good morning, it's Friday morning, March 15.
I've given up trying to keep a daily journal. I'll get started writing, and the alone time to do so is sparse, Then Murielle or somebody will come for me which was the case monday afternoon. They took my iPad away for a couple of days also.
The Saturday night I was attempting to write about above, turned out weird. Murielle finally allowed me to shower, make myself presentable and put on red fishnet hose and slut heels, the first of any semblance of clothing I'd had on since Thursday morning.
Karen, Beth, Jas, Maya, stayed of course. Deanna and Lasonya left for a few hours but came back with friends around 10:00p.
A couple of other black women came and also their man friends. They drag out coke and get high. I don't like the atmosphere and whisper to Murielle. That pisses her off. Some of them throw me on the floor. Gets rough, ask me who the hell I think I am. I'm on my tummy in the middle of these people.
Murielle, Jas and some other woman grease my ass hole and get an ass hook and insert it. Other people are holding me down. The ass hook was firmly in me and they tie a rope from the ring on the end of the ass hook, pull my hair back and tie the rope from ass hook to my hair. My head is pulled back. They spit on me, curse me, name calling and all that. They have me on basically knees and elbows and put my leash and collar on me, jas has the leash and she is her old self. She pulls me around, I crawl behind her, people still yelling insults and some spitting,too. It's awful, my ass is up in the air and people are spanking it, kicking and stuff. Hook is hurting me, too.
Some black woman that I do not know takes her pants off and sits in the floor with her legs apart and yells at Jas to bring me over here. I'm shaking big time. She take my face and shoves it into her pussy. My ass still in the air. Some of them get the coke and they do a line of coke on my ass. At least that's the impression and sensation I'm getting. This goes on. they're also feeling my cunt up and fingering me. I eat the woman off and suck her toes then Deanna gets in on the act and I suck her off. People are drinking, partying, snorting and god knows what. Some guys fucking some woman and another guy wants to fuck me. He and Murielle get into an argument and she knocks him to the floor. I don't know all of this, just what i can see or hear. Another guy wants to fuck me also and tries to get his dick in my cunt. My hands and feet aren't tied so i kicked him. Murielle laughed. I got yanked around and sucked his cock some until he ejaculated on my face. This other guy jacked off on my face. I cried. Scared as heck. Thoughts of sugar and her dumb ass boyfriends from 5-6 years ago flashed through my mind. For a moment i thought i was going to get gang fucked. I'm near hysterical.
Murielle got in my face and asked what's wrong.. I couldn't talk at first but finally get it out about sugar and her friends. Enough so she knows my horror. She cuddled me like a baby, says that will never happen here. That my pussy belongs to her. I'm still crying. It's like a cry of relief, not fear. Some of the people overheard this, too. One guy actually apologized to me. Said all he wanted was a little fun. I told him that's okay.
Murielle told me I'm her baby but I'm still a piece of shit and these people are here to party. I get the message. One woman wastes no time putting me back on the floor, elbows and knees, ass hook still in and ass up in the air. Then she pulls her dress up and panties aside, I gratefully suck her off. People gradually get back into a party atmosphere. I do Jas and Maya. Jas is also fucking some guy and a girl. Though fucking me is off the table, Theres plenty of hands and fingers in me. They use a wand, and I don't know who "they" is and work my cunt. It isn't just the wand, there's fingers and more. My cunt gets used and someone worked hand up me. Also another guy shot off on my ass. I endure it. Still some guy wants a blow job but the woman I'm sucking won't budge and told him she owns my mouth and he can go to hell. I end up masturbating this guy.
It's like that all night until people passed out of left. I have no idea how many pussies I sucked or whose they were. Same with ass kissing. But I will say this clearly; the black women there definitely out hustled the men for my mouth.
Sunday was truly a day or rest, lol. Not because everybody is religious but everybody is recovering from hangovers or meltdowns. Other than sucking Murielle and a friend of hers, Corrine, as well as jas and Karen, it was a quiet day. My ass needed a break fro the hook episode anyway.
I'm going to sent this. People are coming over. More to tell you about the last 3-4 days but ill try to do that later.
Love you. No idea when this will be over.
Sent from my iPad
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