May 23, 2013: Kims Garage

After I talked to Jody Thursday morning, and confirming with Molly, I left to meet Kim in the area she was working about an hour south. However, she called with a change of plans and we’d meet at her house. I arrived around 11:00.  
 

After hugs and kisses, she apologized about changing plans but there was an unexpected situation with one of her clients. She needed to make several business calls. I dashed out to a nearby deli and got us some take out for lunch. When I got back, she was much calmer and we enjoyed lunch and some wine.

 

In our conversation, she remembered an instance a couple of years ago, in May of 2011, when I was at her house, she had to tie me in the garage while she conducted some business in her home. She asked if I remembered; I did. She thought that would be interesting, to leave me tied in her garage while she took care of her business. She said today is kind of like that and winked at me with this devilish expression. I felt this urge to let her do what she wanted. By the time she asked me if I was up for this, I was oozing and didn’t care what she did.

 

First, she told me to move my car out of her driveway and park on the side street. I diligently did what she wanted though I questioned it.

 

When I came back inside, she told me to undress and get completely naked. I stripped in front of her. She sent me to her bedroom to get her bag. As I did, thoughts flashed through my brain that she has a way of creating these little moments where I contribute to my own dilemma, getting the things my mistress wants to provide the intensity and torment. She took ropes out of the bag and tied me … wrists, elbows, arms behind my back, upper body and tits. She bent me over the back of a chair until my head was inches above the seat cushion. She put on her strappy and let me suck the tip then started fucking my mouth until I gagged.  I watched her move behind me, felt her tease my cunt then slide her girl cock in. It took forever for me to respond but I felt tingling in my toes that started up my legs and I said that I would explode.  She stopped and withdrew. I couldn’t get it off. My orgasm was poised in midair. I begged.  

 

She paused until I calmed down and reiterated that she controls my cumms and that fucking me is for her pleasure, not mine. Desperate for a cumm doesn’t begin to describe my state of mind, but I gave her a “yes Ma'am.” When I was rational again, she poked my asshole then lubed it and slowly pushed her cock into my hole. She let me settle against the cock then fucked my ass and spanked my butt as she built me up again. When my breathing intensified, she withdrew. I cried out for her cock again but instead, she popped her butt plug up my ass. I was literally in tears.

 

There was no doubt she was completely controlling me. In the past, she’d usually acquiesce to my needs but not this time. At that point, she led me through the kitchen and to her garage.

 

Her garage is a single car, has a passageway with a door to the back yard, a separate storage room in the back right corner that is maybe 6 x 10. She took me into the storage room, full of typical garage and yard stuff, and had me sit on the floor between some yard tools and boxes labeled “Xmas deco”. She had me cross my ankles and tied my ankles tightly then took another rope and ran it from my ankles to under my arm pits toed behind my back to the elbow rope then across my shoulders and back to my ankles, I was bent forward like a ball.

 

She hurled a few choice words at me, turned off the light and shut the door. That left me in near darkness sitting on the plug. For some time, I sat with my agony building by the minute.  No air circulated in the room and the temperature was mid 80s that day. Perspiration formed until my body was slick and sweat dripped off me. The plug in my ass was irritating but since I couldn’t see what I’d fall into if I rolled on to one side or the other, I chose to endure the plug. I was still desperate for a cumm, which was impossible. That was maddening.

 

Sometime later, she opened the door, and said she had to go check on her crews and would be back. Her girls would be home from school soon and I could decide how quiet I wanted to be. I went fucking nuts!! She called me her little garage whore then shut the door. I heard her car back out of the garage, the garage door shut and then silence.

 

I didn’t know what to do; Kim has never treated me like this. She usually beats me and fucks me like there’s no tomorrow.

 

I waited, sweated, ached and waited some more. I also wondered what happened to my clothes that I left in the kitchen.

 

I heard faint voices and tried to pinpoint where they were. I concluded they were from her girls inside the house. I assumed it was close to 3:30 and they were home from school. By this time, I was drenched in sweat, had pissed on the floor and needed relief. I’d been wiggling around a lot but I froze to catch any sound they made. One of them, or perhaps both, came out into the garage. Kim has a second refrigerator in a corner of the garage, across from the door to the storage room where I was.  Whoever came out asked the other one if she wanted an ice cream sandwich or a nutty-butty.  If she’d turned around and opened the door to the storage room, she’d have seen me in all my slutty glory.

 

They went back inside the house. I lost track of time and waited uneventfully until I heard the garage door open and Kim’s van pull in. As she walked by the door, she asked if I was okay and she’d see me in a little bit. I said yes ma'am. In a few minutes, she came out and opened the door. She saw the piss puddle and said that earned me a spanking. I nodded. Then she untied my ankles and the rope from my ankles around my back. I sat up straight and stretched a little. I was drenched in sweat but she ignored it. She pulled me to my feet, took off her belt and beat my tits and nipples until they were red.  Tears flowed down my face. She palmed my cunt and rolled my clit between her thumb and fingers until I was almost there, then stopped.

 

She asked if I wanted to meet her girls. I was so shocked I couldn’t answer. She led me out of the storage room and into the house. I was frantic. She paraded me through the house and every step I took made me think the next one would put me face to face with her girls.

 

She led me into the girl’s bedroom. No one was there.

 

She told me she’d sent the girls out to get something but they might return any minute. She beat my ass again with her belt again for pissing on her storage room floor then pushed me against the girl’s desk and told me to spread my legs. I sat on the edge of the desk and did so. she smacked my cunt then started frigging me.

 

I moved my hips back and forth in this whorish dance to absorb her fingers, trying to get off and straining against the mass of ropes still tied around my arms and upper body. My cunt was like a little machine humping back and forth. Yet part of my brain listened for any sound of her girls returning and avoiding the inevitable humiliation.

 

There was no doubt she knew exactly what she was doing. She told me her girls were 18 and 16 now and I could draw my own conclusions what might happen. Her whole focus was on my cunt and her girls. It was like a wickedly evil pendulum swinging back and forth in my mind. My cunt overruled my brain and I moaned out an electric orgasm and squirted, of all times! Gawd! Kim spanked my cunt and I cried out of sheer emotion.

 

I stood there shaking and recovering. Kim bad mouthed me then held me for a moment and began untying me then removed the plug. I told her I loved her.

 

She sent me to the linen closet for a towel to wipe up my residue. The room smelled like sex. She gave me some cleaning rags and sent me to the storage room to mop the floor and get the piss odor out. I worked furiously because I could envision the girls coming home any minute.

 

I rejoined her in the girl’s room. My clothes were on one of their beds. She handed me my rose-colored thong but told me to drape it across the back of their desk chair and leave it. She handed me a pair of dirty panties that belonged to her oldest daughter. I put them on.

 

I didn’t question what she was doing. She also denied me my bra and had me toss that on the floor. I will say this, the girl’s room is not exactly neat; it’s definitely clean but untidy and clothes lying around. My bra and panties won’t be obvious at first but, in time, I could see one of them wondering whose they are.

 

I finished dressing, kissed Kim, thanked her profusely and turned to go. She reminded me I had a birthday coming up in a couple of weeks and said I knew what she liked to do to me on my birthday. She expected me to be here, on the day, not a day earlier or later. I agreed. She smirked that she loved birthdays and birthday surprises. I opened my mouth to say something but she put her finger over my lips and told me to get my ass out of here and she’d see me on the 6^th.

 

Your guess is as good as mine.

 

 

 

May 24-26, 2013: Dating Hilda

 

When Sheryl came home from work Friday, she told me that Hilda had mentioned me several times in conversation and wanted to take me out for an evening. Sheryl assured her I'd be available to see her anytime this weekend. Hilda suggested tonight.

 

(As background, If you remember, I did a project for Hilda in late February but she never paid me. We'd had lunch once and I felt extremely uncomfortable, perhaps I'm sure because Sheryl sent me there plugged and no panties. Though I pressed Hilda for what she owned me, it never happened; the only explanation being, she'd pay me when she was ready. I'd chalked it off and moved on.)

 

I had mixed emotions. I'd looked forward to a relaxing weekend here. Plus, Hilda is very intimating. However, Sheryl said dating Hilda is what she expected me to do … tonight.  I got the message and thanked her. She wanted a more intimate form of gratitude. I knelt in front of her chair and kissed her pussy until she was satisfied. Then i showered and let her dress me in an above the knee black skirt and silk printed blouse, heels, thigh highs, a bra and thong panty.

 

I drove to Hilda’s condo on the fringe of downtown around 7:00. We had a drink and she called a cab to take us to a new sushi restaurant. We had drinks and a variety of dishes. I tried to make small talk but found that Hilda was her superior self and frequently rebuffed or contradicted about half of what I said.  I boldly brought up my fee for doing her project but she sternly told me we'd get to that later. I just went with it though at times I felt extremely uncomfortable, much as I did when we had lunch back in late February. However, I found out a little about her, 51, divorced, 2 grown kids, good job, etc.

 

We finished dinner. She paid, and walked a block down the street to a jazz bar with a dance floor and really funky blue lights. She tipped the hostess for a booth and ordered Black Russians. She slid six $100 bills across the table but kept her fingers on the money. $600 was what she owned me for my project. I reached out to take it but she told me to stop.

 

Hilda digressed (and I'll summarize her position.) She and Sheryl were not only work friends, but they shared a lot and she knew about Sheryl's dating preferences before she knew me, i. e., dating Lois and Susan, and that they weren't quite right for a long-term relationship. Also, Sheryl told her I'd moved in permanently and it was working out and also revealed I had a fondness for black women and if she (Hilda) ever wanted to try me to let her know. That conversation spawned the project I did for Hilda in February which gave her a chance to evaluate me and decide she wanted to see me.

 

Hilda took $300 back, leaving me $300, and said I'd get the $300 back if I was a "good girl." She asked me if I considered myself a whore; I was squirming and replied "sometimes" but she wanted a "yes or no" and gave me a dirty look. I answered "yes Ma'am." She had me tell her I'd be her little slut and play with her. Hilda is one of those women who have a way of describing things that is totally candid, straightforward and shameless. There is no beating around the bush.

 

We finished that round and ordered another.

 

She led me to the dance floor and we swayed through several numbers, danced closely against each other frequently kissing. At first I was sheepish and almost embarrassed but she kept whispering things to me and kisses led to slow body rubbing. Others were also on the dance floor but I stopped thinking about them and concentrated on her. She felt my hips, traced her fingers over the panty line and told me to take them off. I gave her a funny look and she led me to our booth, slid in next to me and told me to take them off. I wiggled out of them, she took them and sniffed, then slid fingers into me. I can remember everything around us smelled like pussy.

 

We kissed more while she fingered me and by that time I was lost. It's been a long time since a black woman seduced me like this. She bit my ears, my lips, and had me slip a hand under her skirt and panties. She was probably as squishy as I was. I sucked her nectar off my fingers.

 

The cocktail waitress came back and we ordered a third round. There was no way Missy, our waitress, could have missed the scent of pussy lingering in the air. I guess you could say we danced again but to me it was more of us hanging all over each other, kissing and feeling. Sometime about midnight, we left and took a cab back to her place.

 

It took us about two seconds to get naked and find our way to her bedroom. I went between her legs and licked what I'd sampled back at the bar. She held onto the headboard and I licked her off while i had a finger in her ass. She's a screamer. We kissed more. I sucked her nipples, went back to her pussy and told her I wanted her ass. She told me I was a filthy whore and I told her I was a slave to black ass.

 

When I kissed her ass and began licking her hole she went crazy. She told me later her ass had never had a lot of attention, especially kissing and tonguing.

 

I had inclinations that Hilda might be another Mw, Lorraine, or Talia. But Friday night and into the wee hours of Saturday morning she was all about sex and lust and not about abuse.

 

It wasn't until Saturday that her other side emerged. We fucked again that morning, mainly me eating her, worshipping her ass, and both of us using the few toys she had and her using a vibe on me while i sucked her nipples. She didn't have a strappy. I told her I had some of my toys, including a strap-on in my car if she was interested. So we rearranged the day and it was obvious I wasn't going home that day. I called Sheryl to let her know things were terrific. We showered together, fucked again in the shower, dressed and walked to a breakfast place.  I wore one of her loose caftans and my heels, no panties or bra. After breakfast we jumped on the light rail and went a few stops to a wine shop she liked. we bought a couple bottles, came back, retrieved my toy bag, and went back to her 5th floor condo.

 

She went through the toys I'd brought and decided the strappy was a must-do. We stripped and I cinched it on her. She used my handcuffs’ restrained my hands behind my back and selected a leather strap to whip me with. She herded me around with the strap, had me sucking her girl clock, and begging her to fuck me. She would also slap my face and tits lightly with her hands and i'd react. This started as role play but my body language was hinting i wanted more. She asked if enjoyed this and I responded with little moans and yes ma'am.

 

She pushed me across the bed, flailed my ass and asked again if I liked it. I told her this was the real me. She laughed that no wonder Sheryl loves me. She fucked my mouth, moved to my cunt. I came. She beat my ass and I asked her to fuck it. She seemed hesitant at first. We discussed it for a few minutes. She spit in my face, called me a slut, lubed me and eased in. I gave her some feedback until she got the rhythm then she told me she didn't need my help, got my ball gag and buckled that in me.

 

For some reason I felt horribly helpless. It wasn't fear; I'd describe it as sort of an "oh chit, I'm getting what I asked for." She went into supreme bitch mode and really tuned things up. I was either rolling around on her bed or on my knees and shoulders with my face buried in the pillows. She randomly fucked my ass and cunt, beat my ass, thighs, cunt, tits and tummy until she was sweating and cursing me. I licked sweat off her body and also her arm pits. I've never done that before. I finished with her pussy and ass.

 

She released me and we melted into the sheets.

 

That night we went out for dinner and drinks but came home around 10:00. That's when I sent you a brief note. We went to bed shortly after that. I ate her again and frigged myself some until she suggested she needed to taste me, too.  We did a 69 with me on the bottom. That doesn't happen often and I love it.

 

This morning, Sunday, remarkably enough, she told me she always went to church and i could go with her but it was my choice. I debated and decided I'd go. It was an Episcopal service, which I'm okay with, and a racially mixed congregation. I met several of her friends and she introduced me as a friend from out of town. But it was a strange ending to a wild weekend, you have to admit.

 

After the service, I thanked her for the weekend. She gave me the other $300. We kissed and shared a few moments before I left for home.

 

 

May 2, 2013: Kim

As Jody dictated, I made arrangements to meet Kim. we met at a Starbucks. We talked then came over here, Molly's, to fuck. She wanted to meet Molly and get an idea of what my new living
situation was. Molly however wasn't here.

As for her daughters, she would not discuss the subject. She's not stonewalling the thought, she thinks its something we should talk about in a few weeks or so.

The main thing on her mind was to fuck, to see what my life is like now, to verify that I'm still the whore and pain slut I used to be and discuss hiring her friend, Ono, to clean Sherrie's.

Here's what she told me to do about introducing myself to Ono. She wants a complete history of all of my sessions with her, Kim,which she'll send it to Ono as a way of introducing myself to her. She said that way there's no mistaking what kind of a slut I am and if Ono's interested, she'll get a clear picture of what her crew can expect from me. Ono and her daughter, Joanna, do not clean but run a residential cleaning service. Thus, there might not be the same 2-3 women each time on the scheduled cleaning day.

As for her, she scolded me for not staying in touch with her during my transition to Sherrie and Molly. She intends to make me pay dearly, both financially and physically, for that neglect. She said I'll be paying her to beat the crap out of me or torture me or brown me or whatever she feels like
doing.

At that point, she had me on my knees, naked and kissing her feet and sucking her toes. From there, after she bitched at me, she let me pull her jeans down so i could kiss and tongue her ass then suck on her hole. She made me beg to be browned, but she did not do it. Instead she had me suck and finger her off then pissed straight in my mouth and over my face. Then she slapped me for being an
incorrigible whore. She had me drape my body over the back of a chair and used my strappy to fuckmy cunt and then my ass. After assfucking me, she plugged me and handcuffed my wrists together behind me and my left ankle to the banister and left me in the upstairs hallway floor. She tossed the keys down the stairs, told me I was as easy as ever and to tell Molly hello.

She kissed me, spit in my face and then left.

Molly got home about 3:00 and laughed her ass off at me. She got Kim's number from me and called her. They talked some, I have no idea about what. Then Molly released me.

That's given me a few minutes to write this to you before I have to get ready  for Sherrie. Love you and I will keep you up to date on this. Kisses, e.

 

April 30, 2013: Daphne’s Garage

Mavis and Derita were already over at Daphne's when I arrived around 1:00p. They called my cell and told me to do the usual, park in the alley, go into the garage, strip and toss my clothes out the side door onto the grass.

When I'd stripped down to hose and slut heels, I stood in the side door that faces the house so they could see me. I could see all three of them standing in the patio sliding door. I had my cell in my hand and they'd call me and tell me what to do. It was half stupid, half embarrassing, but I kind of expected something like this.

 

At that particular time, Daphne’s girls weren't home yet from school. The temp today was mid 70s and cloudy. Although rain was forecast, it never did.

 

They came out and we started slowly. Mavis directed or at least acted like she's in charge but Daphne actually was. Derita, since she started living with Mavis full time about 4-6 weeks ago, had met Daphne more than once.

 

The garage, in the almost 5 years I've been coming here, is still the same junk pile and mess it's always been. Funny thing, it's a place I come to get fucked, used and beaten. I think I've been inside Daphne's house about twice and in garage probably a dozen times at least, if not twice that many times.

 

We drank rum and cokes then got serious. Mavis sat in a lawn chair and I ate her. It was more like a slow worship servicing of her pussy, me telling her how I loved her, she telling me what a slut I was and relating our experiences. I'd lost track of this fact but she told me it was four years ago and a day, April

29, 2009, that she first met me in this garage. So in a way, this was sort of an anniversary. I'm sentimental as you know.

 

I was on all fours while I ate her. That gave Daphne and Derita ample opportunity to beat my ass and Mavis took her sweet time about reaching an orgasm. I wouldn't be a bit surprised if they planned things this way. But by the time I was finished with her, they'd beaten my ass with Gawd knows what and spanked my hole until it was stinging.

 

I crawled to Derita and took her jeans off next. I fingered and sucked her, both pussy and ass, she sitting on what i thought was a pile of wooden boxes but turned out to be an old steamer trunk from some relatives attic.

 

Mavis complimented her on how well she used me back in early January, and I thought it was extremely effective. In fact on the blog, it's the second most frequently read entry, ever. That's as much a compliment to Derita as anything.

 

Derita draped herself over the top of the trunk on her tummy and I pulled her ass cheeks apart and sucked her hole. This was at Daphne's order. Daphne, in turn, had her strappy, had stripped naked, knelt behind me, lubed me and slid the strappy into my ass. My hole was half raw from being beaten and she basically showed me no mercy. To keep from screaming, I'd clamp my lips around Derita's hole and moan into it. Mavis would sit there and urge Daphne on, like she needed it.  Mavis would say...come on, fuck the bitch!

 

And she did!

 

She fucked me until I told them I was going to loose it and crap. Mavis let her slow down, but not completely stop. Finally Derita got out of the way and I started a slow crawl toward the side door, with Daphne knee walking at her own slow pace with the dildo still rammed in me, stopping when she wanted to and fuckIng me more. When we got within maybe 3 feet of the door, she pulled out and i lost it. I shit all over everything, my inner thighs, legs, hose, the garage floor, some junk. I was mortified. Humiliated, embarrassed. Derita had seen me  take an enema once before but never seen me shit like this; Daphne and Mavis have on several occasions. I had to sit in it, Mavis orders, while they berated me like hell.

 

Eventually they let me get up, go outside, get the hose and wash the mess and stink off me. Then I started cleaning the garage floor. The whole time, Daphne bitched at me that she hasn't had a cumm. So I stopped cleaning, crawled to her and sucked her off and apologized for shitting in her garage. She had me suck her ass then broke the news to me that she intended to shit on me too.

 

I didn't have a lot of choice. I lay down on some old cardboard. Daphne straddled me, strained and farted profusely and shit mainly on my tummy and a little bit on my cunt. She complimented me on taking it like a real whore. I used a clean rag to wipe her.

 

By this time Daphne's two girls were due home from school. Mavis left the garage to wait for them. I cleaned off under the hose again and was scrubbing the garage floor when the girls got home. When they got in the house, Daphne hooked the strappy on Derita and had her ass fuck me. They let me frig myself while I ate Daphne again. I went back and forth from one to the other, sucking pussy, kissing ass and letting them take turns fucking my ass and mouth. I spent almost the entire time either on my hands and knees or on my back with my legs up over my head, getting fucked and or sucking them. I frigged myself to the only cumm I had while they were fucking my ass and mouth. In short, it was a long afternoon.

 

Daphne told me to put her on the schedule this summer. She expected to see me far more than she had in the past couple of years. I left around 5:30.

 

I'm back at Sherries and Molly's now. Molly is out celebrating the end of the semester, Sherrie went to bed around 9:30 and I'm headed there right now.  My official period of nakedness starts tomorrow morning when I wake up.

 

I love you. E