June 22-23; 2013: Hilda & Friends - Private Party

 

 

(Note: I was loaned to Hilda from June 19-24. Detailing all that happened is next to impossible. This focuses on Saturday afternoon and evening.)
 

The woman we went to see in a small city about 90 miles away that afternoon, Momma J, is (by her words) "just your typical hoochie momma". She's a friend of Chardonnay's. Char is friends with Angie, not so much with Hilda. Angie drove. I'm getting the impression Hilda is not fond of driving and prefers mass transit. She’s originally from NYC, has worked in London, and has traveled Europe so I see where she's coming from.

 None of that has anything to do with sex, but I'm drawn to Hilda's cosmopolitan attitude. Serving her makes my cunt ache. This keeps pointing to a fondness I’ve developed for serving sophisticated superior black women such as Frayne, Mw and her highbrow friends and to some degree, Katrina and Joan, and certainly Hilda who I view as a blessing.

 Anyway, on the ride up, I had on what I'd wear that night to the club, except for the hose and garters. Hilda had me undress in the back seat of Angie's SUV and since there were dark tinted windows, it wasn't that much of an issue. Being the naked white woman in the presence of well-dressed black women is another one of my mental triggers. I sucked her until we stopped at a rest area; she and Char switched seats. I sucked Char until we got close to J’s and I dressed.

 We went into J,s. she's bubbly, sort of thick body but nice. she works for the company that manufactures these metal chastity devices and other adult items, such as spanking benches. Hilda had me undress for the measurements, though it really wasn’t necessary. If you order online, the company provides a link to a video about what measurements to take. But Hilda thought this would be more “personal”. We did this in Momma J's home, not the manufacturing facility. Also keep in mind that my tits were still highly bruised from their sadistic playtime on Wednesday and my ass had a few telltale bruises as well. Momma J got an up close and personal view of this and made her comments as to my character or lack thereof.

 She took all kinds of liberties including sticking her fingers in my cunt (to be sure she properly measured my cunt, haha.) All of this happened while she was babysitting some other woman's kids.  We hung out there about an hour then got a hotel room for the night “just in case.” We also got something to eat, another embarrassing moment for me but it passed without incident. 

 We arrived at the club around 9:30. The building itself, is in a group of warehouses and part of one building has been converted to the meeting place for this club. A sign over the door said “Members Only.” Char talked to a guy at the door. He had our names on a list and said we could come in $20 for a temporary membership. Hilda said three women and a slut shouldn't pay a dime, he backed down and let us in without any charge. 

 So in we come; Hilda leading me on her leash and Angie and Char talking thing up. I'd say 50-60 people of all ages were there including one white woman dressed in black in a wheelchair and easily in her 60's.  We registered at a table as to whether we were dom(me') or sub, etc. I looked exactly like what I was and escorted by three black women, left no doubt. I'd say about 20-25% of the crowd was black, a lot of redneck type whites, and a few obviously more affluent types. About 60/40 split men to women and gays, a few lez, and about everybody looking kinky in one way or the other. 

 Hilda wanted a booth in the back but there weren’t any available. She went to one and chatted up a couple of white gay guys and they give her their booth. Weird, but that's her way. A waitress, actually a black guy in drag with a Marilyn Monroe wig, came over for our drink order. Hilda told him/her that her slut, me, will be taking our orders and also the gay guys she evicted from the booth and are now sitting at a table in front of us, would be on her tab as well. She also told him/her that if he behaved himself she might fuck his ass and give him a pair of panties to boot. I thought he was going to melt on the floor.

I took orders and went to the bar. I had to crowd by people who were sitting there. While I gave the bartender our order, I felt hands on my ass and legs. I knocked them away, got the drinks and served. Hilda told me my ass is public property and to go back to the bar and apologize. Humiliating, but obviously I did and it really seemed to connect.  

 Other sluts, slaves or bottoms experienced some of the same thing. I was the only mature woman there who was subservient to by three black women. I say this carefully, my body is in shape compared to others my age. There were a couple of other very cute looking slaves, though. One we met, Melissa, said she's 40, but looked 10 years younger. She was probably the hottest thing there, submissive to her husband and skimpily dressed. 

 People kept coming in until the place was jammed. I did the drink routine several times and experienced touching and comments every time. Hilda watched all of this.  

 During the evening, Hilda focused on one particular black woman with a black guy. The woman was obviously a domme' so she had me invite her and her male sub over. So now we have this weird group; the four of us; the black domina, Paula, and her male slut; the two gay white guys; and, now Melissa and her hubby found their way over.  A round of drinks later, served by Melissa and me, Hilda told Paula she had permission to use me. It didn’t take her too long to kiss me and feel my cunt.

We went to the restroom and into a stall where she had me undress. She wanted the story behind my bruised tits and I told her Hilda and a couple of others beat me Wednesday and again Thursday. She loved the theme and began slapping my tits, twisting my nipples and slapping my cunt. She told me she was packing, stood over me, raised her skirt raised and revealed a strappy with a knobby black dildo buckled against her right thigh. She had me release it then suck it. After some sucking, she fucked my mouth while she twisted my nipples until she brought tears to my eyes. Then she had me bend over the commode. She whipped my ass, pushed some lube into my hole (thank goodness) and followed with the black girl cock.  She ass-fucked me while I moaning like a cow in a dozen different ways that I’m a slut to black women. Other women came in and obviously heard this.

Finally she turned me around and had me remove her strappy. She pushed her pussy right at my face. I ate her and fingered her ass while I played with her clit until she came. I knelt between her legs and cleaned her cumm. She then directed me to her butt so I could symbolically tongue her asshole until she was satisfied. I thanked her. 

 When we returned to the table, Hilda asked Paula if I satisfied her. Paula was very complimentary. She offered her male to Hilda but she wasn't interested. Char, though, was. They went outside where Char fucked the guys ass and had him eat her.

 There were a goodly number of redneck women running around most of who were chubby and dressed in something two sizes too small. One loud-mouthed and obnoxious bleach blonde caught Hilda's eye. She sent me to that table and asked them to join us. The girl, probably 30ish with way too many rolls and oversized tits came over and brought her boyfriend also a chub. 

 After a few minutes of conversation, Hilda determined the girl, Suzanne, was some office clerk who aspired to be more but was clueless as to what it took to advance. Then she said I was a former business executive (ha!) and maybe she should ask me for advice on how to get ahead. (Trust me, Hilda is so far up the ladder with her corporate employer that she breathes rarified air.) She quickly pointed out I was her whore which should be obvious by how I was dressed and I was now much happier sucking black women and getting beaten. She also said that I had a fondness for people like her (Suzanne) and found her attractive. I about croaked. Hilda had Suzanne pinch my tits and then told her to spit in my face. I nearly died but knew enough that any sign of outrage would make it worse. Suzanne started insulting me which tickled Hilda and she even complimented her on her ability to hurl insults at me. Hilda said it would please her if I sucked some redneck pussy, and, was she interested?

Suzanne was primed.

By this time, around midnight, crowds had thinned a little. Instead of going to the ladies room, Suzanne grabbed my leash and sat on a table back in the corner. I knelt and she locked her thighs around my neck and said “eat me, slut lips.” The people at our table stood around us as a shield and I sucked this fat redneck while people cheered. One of the guys tried to fuck my ass. The general commotion brought more people over including the manager who told us there was a rule against sexual contact and she asked us to leave if we were going to do that. 

 So the whole gang of us streamed out of the club and into the parking lot.  Suzanne crawled up on the trunk of a car. One of the gay guys suggested we move this whole scene over to his house, which wasn’t too far away. So in a procession of several cars, we migrated. Paula and her slut-boy were with us by this time also.

 On the ride over, Hilda made it clear that I'd suck this redneck bitch and about anything else she wanted. I had the message loud and clear. Once there and inside, Suzanne climbed onto the kitchen table and stripped buck-naked. She’s not the prettiest of sights but at this point, no one was here for the esthetics.  She pulled me forward and I sucked her off again. One of the gays got permission to fuck my ass. I guess if you're a gay guy, an ass is an ass. I don't know. Another guy also ass fucked me. Suzanne took forever to cumm or she was holding back and enjoying the ride, I’m not sure which. She also sucked her fat boy friends cock and there were probably a half dozen hands all over her tits and a couple on mine as well. 

 When the Suzanne drama concluded and my ass fucking was mercifully over, Hilda said I’d earned a cumm. However, before she could continue, the gay waiter him/her Marilyn Monroe look alike arrived. He said the club closed for the evening and he’d decided to come over to Brad’s instead. He knelt and begged Hilda to take his ass. She told him to wait his turn.

Hilda refocused on me. She borrowed a suction dildo from our host, Brad, and mounted it on the seat of a kitchen chair. She told me to back up to it, face the crowd and lower my cunt onto the shaft, fuck it and play with my nipples. For added humiliation, she had me strip naked. She told me I had 5 minutes to bring myself off or I’d face dire consequences. I humped it with my eyes closed but Hilda caught that move and told me to look straight at Suzanne and tell her I’m a whore. That was about as bad as it gets. I lost my momentum and had to build up again. Suzanne insulted me without mercy. As humiliating as this was, it found its way into the warped triggers of my brain and I really got with it. I made a complete fool of myself and came as if I hadn’t I days and, in fact, that’s what it was because I had not cumm since coming to Hilda’s on Wednesday.

Hilda held me and told me she was pleased. She told me that performing this way is harder on me because it forces me to focus on what I’m doing as if I’m sharing in my own agony. I’d never thought of it that way, but she’s right. We had a few tender moments then she gave me to Paula while she and Angie took care of the cross dresser.

We went back to our hotel and crashed about 3:00 in the morning. We slept in until about 10:00, stumbled around a bit and left for Hilda’s.

 

 

June 19, 2013: Wednesday, Day One

Note: Three of the girls we were with last summer in Paris ... Genevieve, Anne and Karine ... flew over for 10 days. Sheryl's home has been pretty much turned into something between a bed and breakfast and party central. Both Marianne and Julie have spend most of the time here also, so it's been a zoo.

Karine, 33, and about 10 years older than the other two, really has the hots for Sheryl and the feeling is completely mutual. Additionally Karine is quite the domina and loves exerting her will. Some of that is mentioned in my write-up of our 10 days in France last summer and it continued via cyber.

 Molly and Marianne previously made arrangements to fly back with Geneviève and Anne and spend a month bumming around Europe. They had a limo scheduled to come by around 1:00 and take them to the airport for a 4:30 flight.

Karine planned to spend an additional 10 days here with Sheryl before flying back on the 30th. A week of that time would be at the beach.

As for me, Molly decided this would be an ideal time to have me play sluts on wheels and make the rounds of certain of my girl friends. My understanding was Whitney would be by to pick me up. I packed my complete toy bag, a few items from Molly's, some heels, hose, a few skimpy pieces of lingerie, my pc, cosmetics and such. I had on a mini, halter-top, thigh highs and heels. It was somewhat of a slutty look but what the hell.

Around noon, Whitney arrived and talked with the girls briefly. She asked why I was dressed; I responded that I’d need something to travel in. (It’s about 20 miles or so from Sheryl’s to Whitney’s, which is where I figured we were going.) Whitney said they had taken care of that and told me to lose the skirt and top. I did.

She put a wide black leather collar, attached a leash, and then put thick leather wrist and ankle cuffs on me. She locked my wrists together behind me, did not connect the ankle cuffs, then bent me over the back of a chair, lubed me, showed everybody a good-sized dildo, about 6 inches long and maybe an inch in diameter, then worked it up my ass. Whitney said the dildo was a gift from a special friend. They used strips of duct tape over my ass hole to keep it in place then stuffed a ball gag in my mouth and buckled it. She hugged everyone goodbye. That was it. I didn’t get a chance to say any final goodbyes, hugs or kisses other than them hugging me.

Whitney and Molly led me into the garage where Whit's car was parked at the open garage door. They quickly loaded me and my stuff in the back seat then wrapped bondage tape that sticks to itself around my eyes and head to blindfold me. Molly told me to enjoy myself and make everybody some money. I slouched down in the middle of the back seat. Whit tossed a blanket over me and we left.

The ride was uncomfortable; every bump in the road resonated against the dildo in my ass. Whitney didn’t say much. I wanted to talk but gagged, the only thing that came out of my mouth was drool.

After a ride that seemed unusually long, the car stopped, I heard a garage door go up, we pulled forward and stopped again. Even though blindfolded, I had an eerie feeling that we weren’t at Whitney’s house.

She led me out of the car, up some steps and through a doorway.  Now I knew we weren’t at Whitney’s. The pain from this dildo was becoming irritating and sharp. She backed me against a wall, took the ball gag out and wiped my mouth and jaws with a warm cloth. I asked why all this insane drama. She kissed me and sweetly asked me … had she ever betrayed me, did I trust her and wasn’t I the biggest slut she’d ever known? I almost chuckled.

She pulled my leash and led me across a carpet, through a doorway and onto a tile floor. She helped me back up to a commode and pee. Then we went back the same way we came and stopped. She removed the cuffs and finally the blindfold. .

The first thing I saw was the outline of a woman, presumably black, sitting in a chair. The room was dimly lit except for a light shining on me so I had a hard time seeing. Whitney stood to one side.

Somebody behind me slapped my ass so hard with a paddle it drove the dildo into me deeper for a moment and took my breath away. I shrieked and sank to my knees in pain. The woman in the chair said from what she knew of me, I should know enough to be on my knees in front of my superiors. Through my tears, I apologized. She told me remain kneeling and put my arms behind my back so my forearms were against each other and my wrists could grab the opposite arm.

There was a long silence then she told me to take the easy way out and walk out the door. She wouldn’t hold it against me. I said, no Ma'am. She said I was truly making a choice to stay without doubt. Then she said something like … it’s a delicate dance. the shame of walking out and admitting you can't take it verses the certain shame of staying for more humiliation and pain. I said yes Ma'am, but I’ll stay.

She told me she didn’t know what my expectations were and they didn’t matter but my life might not be as I thought it would be for the next few weeks. She expected me to be my true self, to let it all out, to respond to her, to never hold back emotions. I told her I would do that.

The more she talked the more I knew I’d met this woman. I racked my brain. Her voice was very cultured and articulate. My mind started clicking off Mw’s friends but I couldn’t place the voice.

She used a lot of racial slurs with me, letting me know that assumptions would always be made about me being a white woman and submissive to the black women. She asked again if I realized I was not in charge of my life right now. Again, I acknowledged that.

She asked if I knew who she was. I said "no" but I know that we’ve met before and that I know you. She laughed that before she began hurting me, we should get through this identity crisis. She stepped beyond the light so I could see her. I about went into shock. It was Hilda. I said OMG Hilda! She slapped me and said it would be Miss Hilda or Ma'am.  She asked if I was surprised. I said 'yes and no', that I intuitively felt she was holding back when we spent the weekend together in May but 'yes' in that I had no idea she’d be connected to Sherrie, Molly and my past involvement in the black community. She told me everything is connected.

She told me that within the past few days, Sheryl confided that she needed someone to assume control of me while everyone was away and I was "visiting" friends". Some of this conversation occurred over the weekend while Whitney was with Sheryl. Hilda met Whitney and found her to be a charming young woman full of potential and found it amusing that she’d fucked Sheryl, too. Then she said Sheryl owns her something.

She said I should meet her friend, Angie. I turned to see a black woman. I immediately recognized as one of the women Hilda introduced me at church. Go figure! Hilda said she and Angie shared the same views of white women. She said I needed to watch out for Angie because she’s the real mean one and she (meaning herself) was merely a sadist. Angie showed me the thick wooden paddle she used to whack my ass. That sent my mind in different directions.

Hilda had me stand. For about 5-10 minutes, she squeezed and twisted my nipples until I couldn't take it anymore and fell to my knees, lost my balance and rolled to one side. She told me to get back on my knees and clasp my hands behind my back again. I did.

She said I looked like a whore, that's all there was to it, and my life would never change, even if I didn't want this, black women know about me and would eventually find me, how could I possibly not know their perceptions of me. She went on forever about this and things in the blog.

I still had the dildo taped in my ass and it was really poking me. As she talked, I squirmed, trying to find a less irritating position. Hilda seemed annoyed, got up, pulled me up by my hair, slapped me several times across the face, then pushed me straight down on my ass so hard it felt like the dildo went halfway up my body. I screamed, just balled and apologized over and over.

Hilda picked up a crop and told me to stay still, that she intended to punish my nipples and breasts and the more I wiggled, the worse it would be. She said I had had interesting nipples and she formed ideas about hurting them last month when we dated.  She flailed away until I was screaming, stop, and then start again. I knew I’d be bruised. When she decided I couldn’t take anymore, she put me on my hands and knees and ripped off the duct tape, I screamed again. To me it felt like she ripped of half my skin.

Angie pulled out my dildo and brought it around to my mouth to clean. Hilda told her to shove it down my throat and she did, almost choking me. I was gagging, crying and dripping spit. I nearly threw up but endured what was expected. Hilda told me I'd better put myself in a happy place and get used to the taste and smell of piss and shit. They left me kneeling and went into another room.

They came back and gave me some water. I peed in a bowl in front of them. Angie got a strappy and had me put it on her and suck it. She sat in a chair and told me to sit in her lap with my back to her. She put her hands on my hips to guide me down. My worst fears were realized when the tip of the strappy poked against my asshole. She pulled me down harder and forced the strappy up my ass. Then she told me to bounce up and down on it and fuck my ass.

Hilda walked around, slapping my face, pinching, pulling twisting my skin. She said my ass was public property as far as she was concerned and never forget there would be an endless line of black women and maybe a few cocks waiting for me to satisfy. She said I could make some decent money for some god-fearing black women. She’d face me, put her hands on my shoulders, spit in my face and push me down harder onto the dildo, slap me repeatedly and call me a whore and a cunt. She said I was nothing more than a meal ticket to black women.

Once she knelt in front of me, kissed me passionately on the lips and told me how wonderful I was. She also stroked my face and hair. I thanked her. She licked and kissed her way down my throat to my tits, licked my tortured nipples to sooth them then bit down on first one nipple then the other. I howled in pain. She told me to scream and kept biting them as hard as anything I can remember.
I was past my limit but they kept stringing me along. She’d hold my shoulders and jerk me up and down on the strappy until she thought I'd had enough. She pulled me off and let me lie in the floor for a moment then pulled me by my hair until my face was at her pussy. She had me take her slacks and panties down and lick her off. She then turned me to Angie. I took her strappy off and thanked her for fucking my ass. I licked her pussy. She moved me to Whitney and had me thank her for bringing me here I licked her pussy until she came, too. Every one of them was as wet as any pussy ever.  

Whitney put the bowl in front of me and I peed again. Angie told me to crawl back to her. She tied my ankles, knees, thighs, wrists, and elbows, blindfolded me and they left me lying in the floor. I think passed out in 60 seconds.   

Whitney woke me and said it was almost 8:00. She said the session lasted around 3 hours and I’d been asleep close to 4 hours. She removed the blindfold and untied my ankles and legs, then had me crawl to see Hilda. I was sore and worn out. Hilda said she wanted some information and phone numbers. She asked all kinds of questions about Frayne, Mw, Lorraine, Talia and Mavis. Also Murielle. She had Whitney untie me so I could go through my cell and get numbers. Then she asked me questions about Sheryl and Molly.

She told me her initial impressions about me were good. She asked more questions about my training, who trained me and so on. I gave you all the credit in the world. She asked if I’d ever been in a bar with a group of the sisters doing this. I told her no, but that Mw’s parties and sometimes Frayne’s were like that.

She disagreed; at a bar, I’d fuck any black woman who walked in the door and do it in a booth in the back and go home with whomever she wanted to see me with. That was a bit scary. She gave me something to eat and some wine. I actually drank a lot of wine because it dulled the pain in my ass from being poked by the dildo and fucked.

Then she wanted sex and had me hold a dildo between my teeth and fuck her pussy. I did the same thing to Angie and Whitney. There was no talk of me cumming and I didn’t ask.

We talked for a while about the girls and families I’m to see. Then she told me to get some sleep. She locked me in handcuffs, then tied them against my back and around my body. She also wrapped my thighs together with bondage tape so I couldn’t get any friction against my cunt.  

I wrote this around noon today, Thursday the 20th, and haven’t had a cumm yet. I’ll write more when I can. There is more to tell. By the way, we’re at Angie’s, as is Whitney and Hilda. No doubt in my mind they are enjoying Whitney.

Also, I’m fairly certain Hilda talked to Mw.

 

Jun 6, 2013: Never too Old to Spank

Before Sherrie left for the airport Thursday morning, she asked if I'd received any instructions from either Kim or Molly about what to wear for the birthday visit with Kim. I had not. She went through my closet and selected a black mini, white sheer blouse with long sleeves that had several buttons at the neck, a wide leather belt trimmed in red and gold, black panties and bra set, black thigh highs and black high heel sandals. She kissed me, wished me well and again apologized for her sudden out of town overnight trip but she'd be back Friday and we'd celebrate.

 Neither Molly nor Kim gave me any instructions to the contrary though Kim called to assume I'd be there by 1:00. I dressed as Sherrie wanted and left around 12:30. 

Kim greeted me just inside the front door. We kissed. She told me I looked great and poured wine. That was special because usually I'm the one doing things for her. We talked; she'd taken the whole afternoon off which for her is next to impossible. I noticed she really enjoyed the  wine; that's unusual. She reaffirmed that it’s great to start seeing me again and wants it to continue.

The girls returned from getting pizza for lunch. They gave me odd looks as if I walked out of a spaceship that landed in their front yard. Deep down I figured they wondered why I kept showing up. Kim told them today is my birthday, and she asked me to stop by to celebrate. Again, more dumb looks as to why is whitey here. Kim said since it’s a special day would the girls like a beer. Eyes lit up.

The oldest, Shasta, 18, asked how old I was. Kim said that wasn't polite to ask a grown woman her age and scolded her. I said it’s okay and told Shasta I was 53 because it was seemingly an innocent fact and I needed some banal talk because mentally I was dancing around as to where this conversation and this visit was going. I knew the possibilities ranged from not too much to everything. As I said last week, Kim has been here before and did not fully disclose things.

Shasta kept eying me with suspicion. The younger daughter, Tasha, who goes by the nickname Tyra, didn't say much at all and mainly looked to her older sister for guidance.  

 We made conversation about birthdays and spankings. Tyra commented that we're too big to spank. Kim's comeback was you're never too old to spank, then looked at me and said, isn't that right Eve. My face turned red and it certainly wasn't from the wine.  Shasta made the connection quicker than lightening and asked me if I still got spankings on my birthday. There was nothing sexual or suggestive about her query; it was curiosity and a "new news" type of thing. 

Yet I felt her question hanging out in the open like a cloud plus Kim's eyes on me and this devilish smile on her face. So I said, yes, once in a while. Kim didn't let that one go. She was much more direct and asked me who the last person was to give me a serious birthday spanking. I squirmed. Kim pressed. The girls were all ears by this time. Kim told me to tell the girls who gave me that spanking, the serious one on the stairs. With that little piece of information, "the serious one on the stairs", I felt like I was dangling on the end of a thread. 

Kim prompted me again and I knew the question wasn't going away. Prolonged silence made it worse. I finally said, "Your mother did." The cat was out of the bag. 

The girls looked at their mom and I swear to you, their eyes were as big as saucers. Kim said to them but looking at me, "Eve and I are special friends." 

Out of nowhere, Tyra asked her mom if she made me pull her pants down like she used to do them when she spanked. Kim deferred to me and told me to answer the question. I said yes. Tyra asked her mom (she still wasn't talking to me directly at this point) did you spank her bare butt while she was bent over a chair?  

Kim never took her eyes off me and told me to tell Tyra how I was positioned and what I was wearing.  I told her, and Shasta, I didn’t have any clothes on and bent over and tied to the stairs. Shasta yelled "fuck yeah, I knew it!  Tyra was speechless. 

Kim ramped up this little drama and with this totally smug, triumphant expression on her face, told her girls I was her sex toy then turned to me and said, "Isn’t that right, Eve." She told them I'd been her slut for almost five years and she'd considered telling them before but she wanted to be sure they were old enough to understand and she wouldn’t regret telling them. Today was a special day, not only because it was my birthday but also because she believed the girls were mature enough to know what was going on. 

Shasta wasn’t surprised. But Tyra, still looking at her mother and not at me, asked what we did. Kim told her that I liked black girls to fuck me up. Tyra was still confused and kept saying ... what do you mean? Kim told me to explain it to her.  

Once again, this Ping-Pong ball bounced into my court for the embarrassing part. I struggled with how to make this short and sweet.  How do you take my trashy behavior and make it look like gold? I told Tyra, and Shasta, that for a long time I recognized I was submissive and that meant I found a certain satisfaction doing what other people told me to do and your mother enjoys controlling me.  

I remember Kim rolling her eyes on that one and laughing that I was “trying to sugar coat shit.” She invited me over for a spanking, she intended to give me one, and we'd start there. She got off the sofa and hugged me, a real deep kiss and hug in front of her girls. She murmured to me that she wanted me to take my clothes off and she wanted her girls to participate and get to know me. Then she told me, “You’ll do this for me, won’t you, and let my girls make a decision about us and if they want to be a part of this.” My cunt was on fire and I told her I would. 

Then she gathered the girls on the family room sofa with her and hugged them. She asked if they wanted to be a part of this and things like this can be the world. She told them I was going to take my clothes off because that’s what she expected of me. Shasta was wide-eyed by this time and even Tyra said she wanted to see it. Kim nodded to me and said "we're waiting, Eve."    

My mind did flip-flops. Kim’s words came as no surprise. For the last 20-30 minutes, the conversation had been headed this way. When I looked from Kim's eyes to Shasta's I saw close to the same slightly demonic look, which contradicted the bewildered look from Tyra. But Kim's words were like a bell ringing in my ears. 

This was hard. It always is when it's somebody new. For some resson I remember Lisa, from years ago, telling me some nights at the club it's worse than others because even though you've done it 1000 times, every night it's a different set of eyes seeing you onstage you can't tune it out. Some nights, you're just not in the mood and then other nights, you're on top of your world.  

I pushed everything aside and focused on the special bond with Kim, that she's always been there for me and, regardless of how raunchy she gets, when she’s finished, she makes me feel like the time we spent was special. I took my blouse and skirt off. Shasta kept saying “fuck yeah” and shifting around. I rubbed my body then slipped off the bra. My nipples were hard. Then I slid off panties and stood there in thigh highs and heels. Shasta said my bare cunt was a ho’s mark. (Neither of the girls had ever seen a white woman naked before other than a girl in the gym locker room, I learned later.) 

Kim went to the kitchen and came back with a gift wrapped in pink birthday paper with silver ribbon. She said “happy birthday, slut.” I opened it and found the bra and panties I’d left there last week plus a new set of handcuffs, a small leather paddle and a dog collar and leash. The story on the bra and panties was that she’d decided against leaving them in the girls room so she washed them and repackaged them for me. The handcuffs, paddle, collar and leash needed no explanation.  

She attached the collar and leash on me. With the leash in one hand and paddle and cuffs in the other, she led me to the girls bedroom, told me to put my hands behind my back and handcuffed me. Then she then had me on my knees facing the girls. She made me tell the story of masturbating in the girls room, leaving my undies in the floor and taking a pair of what turned out to be Tyra’s panties. My initial embarrassment was becoming more of a humiliating confession. I told them I’d masturbated and cumm in their room, and I was their mother’s slut.  I realized the girls now focused on me, not their mother. 

Kim staged this extremely well. Whether she was making it up as she went or what, I don’t know. But she slowly introduced all the elements necessary to break the ice and have them buy-in to my visit. She didn’t stop this confession phase until I’d stated I was her slut and I let her do anything she wanted to me and at times I’d even paid her to abuse me. What impact that had on the girls I wasn’t sure but the humiliation definitely had my juices flowing. 

She helped me off the floor and bent me across the back of the desk chair. From the girl’s comments and laughter, this duplicated the way she used to spank them. Then she talked to me, asked me if I was a bad little girl, and was I a naughty slut and things like that. It was as if she was treating me like her child and her girls were eating it up. And let’s face it; everybody else still had their clothes on and mentally I’m thinking … who is the guilty party here. Then she started spanking me; and OMG did she ever! The strokes were firm but not harsh but she moved the paddle around my ass cheeks and upper thighs. She switched from the paddle to her crop for the last few. I was on the verge of tears.   

She left me like that for a few moments. The only thing I could hear was my heavy breathing, hers and Shasta going "fuck yeah." Finally she said, “and that's how you give a special white slut a birthday spanking.” I knew the focus of everything in the room was my red hot, stinging ass.  

She asked the girls if they wanted to try this with me. Shasta jumped at the chance. Kim told her to spank me with her hand. Shasta rubbed her hands over my ass, I felt my cunt pulsing. Then she started slapping my ass and I pulsed more. Kim asked if I liked that, I did. Shasta probably hit me 20-25 times, none of it very hard but definitely made me sting more. While she did, Kim made comments that my cunt was getting oozy and told me to step my legs apart wider. I did. Shasta asked her mom if I always got this wet and if she could touch me. Kim encouraged her and I felt Shasta's finger lightly rubbing over my wet lips. Kim told her to use her hand and spank my cunt, not hard but enough to make me jump. Shasta experimented and I went nuts. The thought of Kim encouraging her daughter to do this got all over me. Tyra did not do anything. 

She told me to straighten up. She had Shasta take the leash and walk me around the house to get some blood flowing in my butt. Shasta was cute as a button and I’d have eaten her on the spot. When she finished walking me up and down the hallway, Kim had her bring me back into the bedroom.  

Shasta asked to spank me again. That delighted Kim and she got only face and told me to let her daughter know what I thought. I told Shasta yes. Looking into her eyes at that moment, there is such a connection. Kim told me to get back on my knees and bend over the end of the bed. Shasta rubbed my butt and spanked me again. Kim got on the bed, this time with my head in her lap and rubbed my face and hair. Tyra lost her shyness and wanted to spank me. Shasta had no intentions of letting her, my thought, but Kim said, share. For a few minutes, it was both the girls spanking me. 

I could smell Kim's musk through her jeans and kept nuzzling against her.  The teasing was insane. She finally shed the jeans got back on the bed, put my head in her lap and pulled her panties aside. I licked and kissed her pussy while Shasta and Tyra took turns spanking me, rubbing my butt and by now, I think, both of them touching my puffy lips. I felt like such a slut I can't describe it fully but it was like his feeling of warmth and belonging. Kim eventually squeezed out an orgasm.   

She got her strappy and moved behind me. When I felt her first thrust into my cunt, I screamed for joy. She fucked me slowly; talking the girls through what she was doing and watching my reactions. She brought me right to the edge but did not let me cumm. Instead she lubed my ass and slipped inside me, again talking to her girls about what she was doing and why. She emphasized that a black woman fucking a white slut’s ass is the best way to let her know who's in charge and who's a piece of shit. Kim ass-fucked me for a while then when she knew I was ready, she had Shasta reach down to my cunt and find my clit and squeeze it. I exploded. Shasta laughed and screamed in exuberance.  

We took a break. I peed. The girls had another beer and Kim had some wine. She did not remove my handcuffs and for me to drink wine, she poured it in a glass and stuck a straw in it so I could suck it up.  

We went back into the bedroom and Kim let the girls experiment with the strappy in my pussy but not my ass. She had me lie on the bed on my back, legs apart and dangling over the edge of the bed. Shasta found a rhythm with the strappy and fucked my cunt, slapped my tits and gave me some verbal as she fucked. Tyra, though, once she had the strappy on her, wasn't real sure of herself. Kim coached her but I think his a lot for her to absorb.  

I kissed Shasta's pussy and thanked her for fucking me. She got on the bed, pulled her gym shorts down and said she wanted more. So I scooted up to her and ate her pussy. Kim suggested she try face sitting me, so I rolled over on my back. She sat on me, slapped my tits around and pulled my nipples while I ate her. Her roughness excited me and I let her know it. It obviously excited Kim, too, because she got the strappy, stood at the end of the bed and fucked the hell out of my cunt and didn’t let me cumm until Shasta was ready. Shasta went into orbit, Kim pinched my clit and the room sounded like animals howling at the moon. Gawd, how wonderful. 

That was the climax of our sex. Somewhat later, Kim removed the cuffs. They, along with the collar and leash and paddle, will stay at Kim’s. I have a task of putting together a separate toy bag for the girls. Kim of course, has her own very well stocked bag but she thinks I should bring the girls toys I want them to use on me. I can already see the humiliation factor in that idea, but I’m willing.