Becoming Myself: June 22-23; 2013: Hilda & Friends

(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.