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.