Mar 21, 2013: On Loan, The Conclusion

 

March 18. It's pretty clear to me that I'm staying here for at least another day or two.  I understand that Murielle is meeting some people this afternoon about me but that's about the extent of what I know.

In the meantime, I'm going to talk about some of my other events in the past few days. Not all have been as dramatic as the day I was left alone, naked, blindfolded and chained to the coat hooks in the front hallway.

However, one thing is very clear, Murielle is very big on exposure, exhibitionism, and keeping me naked.

Saturday and Sunday were beautiful days, temps in the 70's, the kind of day when people would be out. Murielle moved a chair in front of the large window in the living room and had me sit, naked, legs draped over th arms of the chair so my cunt was wide open and exposed. She didn't tie me or anything, just told me this is how she expected me to be anytime she walked through the room. Part of that time she was cleaning the front porch, in the yard picking up twigs and small branches or talking to neighbors who walked up the street. Occasionally she would glance over her shoulder to be sure I was positioned properly.

 One woman who passed by and knew Murielle stopped and talked in the yard. She glanced in the right direction, saw me and gave a big smile. They talked and laughed for a few minutes before Murielle brought her inside. She introduced her friend, Tashana. After a few awkward moments, Tashana said she needed to know me better. Like the house slave, Murielle expects me to be, I brought both of them beers then knelt in front of Tashana and asked if I could serve her. That about blew her mind. She asked me some strange questions about what I was up to. I told her I was Murielle's fuck slave. Those words came easy for me but I’m sure Tashana already knew exactly what was going on and in some way wanted to hear me say it. She told me she’s 25. Within minutes, we’d moved to the bedroom. I undressed her, kissed her feet and toes then sucked her pussy. She has an extremely muscular, toned body, a tight abdomen and a very close trimmed bush. Truth be told, she has one of the sexiest, tightest pussy’s I’ve ever seen. I had this vision that I was serving some Nubian goddess or warrior. She didn’t show a lot of raw emotion but had this superior, quiet way of directing how she wanted to be touched and letting me know when I’d touched the right spots. I really got into her and thanked her for allowing me to bring her to orgasm.

 

Hi again. It's about 1030 Wednesday night, the 20th. I'm still here at Murielle's. The last 2-3 days have been relatively quiet compared to the first week. Still no clothes at all. Mostly I clean for her during the day and make myself available. She has a few friends who stop by randomly to fuck me, which is mostly me lick item off. There's no order to it, they come by, ring her doorbell, I let them in and do what they want. I swear to you, I feel about as much like a whore as I ever have. It's generally one at a time though there has been some overlap.

 

LaSonya, the woman I met within the first few daya I was here, has really latched on to me and returned several times. She's experimented and added fucking my ass and spanking me to her list of fave’s, Ha, that’s an understatement. A couple of times she’s come by when Murielle isn’t here.
 

Murielle goes out almost daily from about 10:00 until 3:00 or 4:00. I still don't know where and I don't ask. Two, maybe three times a week she goes out at night around 7:00 and stays out 2-3 hours. Again, I don't know where or what. I asked her once where she goes and her reply was “I’m going out to save the world.” Go figure.
 

Usually she has one of her friends here when she's gone. If not, then she handcuffs my hands behind me and also hobbles my ankles with a short piece of chain. I can walk around obviously. I've learned that the keys to the cuffs and padlocks are somewhere in the garage which is about 30 feet off to the side and toward the rear of the house. If I tried to go out there, anyone passing by or in the houses across the street could see me so I'm not inclined to go streaking out to the garage to look for keys. And if I found them, what would I do anyway? I don’t have clothes or a car to go anywhere. However, her friends who come over seem to know where these keys are. She seems to have this well thought out.
 

Jas and Karen. Jas has been over several times, spent a few nights here but at times Murielle keeps her away. Why, I don't know exactly except I think she irritates Murielle's patience. Karen is a different story; Murielle plainly doesn't like her. My opinion... Regardless of how effective Karen has been in using me In the past, Murielle is easily provoked by teen girls. Also, despite Jasmines past bluster and attitude, and Karen's too to some degree, Murielle can put them in their place in about 10 seconds.
 

The one main exception is that Murielle truly enjoys seeing Jasmine beat me. One night this week, Sunday, Monday, I've lost track of the day, she had jas rope me up and beat the daylight out of me and fuck my cunt, ass and mouth. Again, Murielle and two of her friends watched, smoked, got high, drank wine and ate pizza.
 

I'm pretty sure I'm going home by the weekend. Must go, she's telling me to get off.

 
Love u.  

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Note: around noon on Thursday, March 21, Molly came by to get me. I put on clothes for the first time in 14 days, hugged Murielle and after promising to see her again, left with Molly.