Around 6:00pm, Stephanie and her friend Mia picked us up. Molly and I sat in
the back. I had to sit on my hands, knees apart and skirt bunched around my
waist. She blindfolded me then played with my cunt constantly on the ride to
wherever we were going. She called someone to let her know we were almost
there. Shortly afterwards, we parked on the street. I was ushered out of the
car, down a sidewalk, turned right, across a walk and then helped me up three
steps. Somehow I knew we weren't at Susan's or Karen's, the two places I
thought this event would be.
The front door opened and they led me in to a room echoing with catcalls,
laughing, clapping and jeering. I stood there blindfolded until they led me
forward a couple of steps so they could shut the door. Hands touched me on the
legs and butt and strange voices called me “sugar, white bread, honky ass,
cunt” and other names. When the racquet subsided, a familiar voice said, "take
the blindfold off, I want her to see this."
Molly removed the blindfold; I blinked my eyes and gasped. We were in Mavis
living room, packed wall to wall with black woman and girls. The six dining
room chairs were wedged in around the living room sofa and chairs and several
women were standing or sitting on the floor. I quickly estimated there must be
15-20 people there, maybe more. I recognized most people but some of them I had
never seen before. I had no idea it would be like this. I'd pictured maybe 5-6
pairs of moms and daughters. Mavis sat gleefully on one end of the sofa, Derita
beside her, Whitney and Karen also. I quickly picked out Susan, Jas, Monique,
Monica, a girl I thought might be her daughter Deanna, and Tonya who looked
like she was lost.
Mavis sternly asked me the first rule she ever taught me about being in her
house. I turned beet red, stuttered out ... that I would always enter her house
naked.
She told me to do it. The laughing and giggling turned to silence. I
unbuttoned the sweater and felt like I was undressing for a 1000 people but
took it off, exposing my tits poking out of the bra. People snickered; Mavis
told them to shut up. Then I took the skirt off, exposing the dampness on the
panties. Trembling, I took off the bra, shed the panties and stood in garter
belt, hose and heels. My nipples were hard as rocks and my cunt glistened with
telltale ooze from Molly fingering me. I tried to put one hand over my cunt but
Molly slapped it away.
This was a hard moment to get through and one I feared might happen. Women
and girls I'd never laid eyes on stared at me like they never dreamed of such
an outrageous thing. Innuendos and undercurrents of talk started again and I
heard comments about my body. Again, Mavis told them to shut up.
Mavis asked me what the second rule was, and I told her that in her house
all black women were above me. She asked me why I was still standing. I
apologized and dropped to my knees. Suddenly I seemed even that much more
insignificant.
Her final question was where did I usually stay when I came to her
house. I hesitated and replied “the basement”, hesitated again and stuttered
out "the cage."
Mavis told me to get my ass down there now. Then she turned to Derita,
Whitney and Karen and told them they knew what to do.
Whitney took my leash from Molly and told me to crawl to the basement
stairs. My face felt flushed in humiliation but I crawled across the room
draped in stone cold silence the basement stairs. Derita and Karen helped me
walk down the stairs.
As soon as they
closed the door behind us, laughter broke-out from upstairs. In the basement,
they tied my hands behind me then bent me across the top of the cage so they
could lube my hole and slide a butt plug in me. They rubbed my cunt until I was
on edge but stopped short of letting me cumm then stuffed me inside the cage.
They maneuvered me around until I was sitting, back against the far side of the
cage with my legs apart then lifted my legs, lewdly displaying my oozing cunt.
They tied my ankles to the upper corners of the cage. In this position, the
plug poked straight up into me. As a final insult, they gagged me then locked
the cage door and went upstairs.
What happened upstairs (Molly)
Molly said conversation and laughter erupted as soon as the basement door
closed. Several women hugged Mavis and asked where she found this tramp. Mavis
went back about five years to the first time I darkened her doorway and talked
extensively about cage training me over the following summer (2009) until she
felt I was sufficiently broken. The rest came easy because "the
tramp" didn't see herself as a normal person and became hooked on the need
for degradation. Molly said Susan and Jas added their experiences with me
including the abusive weekends and overnight stays. They added that out of the
way places like basements, attics, vacant rooms, woods, really triggered my
psyche far more than a romantic bedroom setting. Karen and Whitney concurred. Kim
and her girls arrived by this time and Kim joined the discussion about using
toilet training to a domme’s advantage.
Derita turned on the baby cam. They watched me in the cage while they were munching
on sandwiches and salads that Derita made earlier. There was a lot of drinking, too.
Molly said she talked about the
24/7
routine at the house and she wasn't the least bit possessive about other people
using me. She also said Mavis outlined what she thought was appropriate
treatment for me this evening. Kim added more of her views on me and agreed that
unconventional settings and extreme punishment added to my humiliation, which
she planned to demonstrate later.
A couple of the new moms were squeamish about what was happening. However,
no one left. One woman, Molly can’t remember who, admitted she had sex with a
white coworker but her coworker withdrew from the relationship due to feelings
of guilt. Monica said she once approached a white woman who she knew about sex
but it never came off. That's why she had paid Karen for sex with me. I
provided a second chance for her to consummate her dreams.
One friend of Susan's asked why she’d been slapping this bitch (me) around
for years and hadn't invited her to participate. They got into a name-calling
contest shouting bitch and cock-sucking whore at each other. Mavis told them to
stop acting like children.
Mavis outlined what she planned for the evening before they came down.
Downstairs
I was borderline scared. The noise above me seemed more boisterous the
longer I waited. I knew they'd eventually descend and pick me apart. Even if
nobody touched me, being naked and caged speaks volumes about my status. Things
constantly went through my mind … the number of strangers, the age of some of
the participants, the mommy daughter aspect, and the inevitable bragging and
storytelling that would go on from the experienced women and girls and the
effect that would have on those who had never seen me before. I expected complete
bedlam.
My mind flashed back to the numerous times of
solitude when she caged me down here, always waiting in silence for
her return. This time, was different but my cunt was throbbing as if it was
having the time of its life. The closest thing I could compare this too was a
couple of MW’s parties or Whitney's friends in this basement.
After what seemed like forever, the door opened and the whole entourage came
down the stairs shouting like drunken party goers on New Year’s Eve. They huddled
around the cage as if I was some object in an art museum. Drool seeped out of
the corners of my mouth, down between my tits to my tummy and my cunt was
glistening. Susan acted as if she was in charge but Mavis silenced her. Though
she's almost 70, when she takes over, everybody knows it. She related her years
of experience having white women suck up to her and emphasized that most have
an unspoken fantasy of serving blacks. In my case, I'd lived this reality for
years and had become a slut with a reputation. She related the times I
spent caged in her basement and the abuses, beatings and toilet training,
including brown, I endured by black women. I was not in a position to define my
limits, not then or now. She challenged the new women present to take full
advantage of my weaknesses and to let their daughters enjoy and trash me.
My feelings while she talked went from using the interlude of her ramblings
as a brief respite to realizing she worked the room to her advantage and to my demise.
Periodically, I heard oouu's and aahh's echoing around the room.
She had Karen untie my hands. She knelt behind me and did, but not my ankles
nor did she remove the gag. Mavis told me to play with my cunt for her new
friends and frig off. Everybody laughed. I pleaded with my eyes but she told me
to get busy. I started slowly. The crowd became totally involved and urged me
on, I frigged faster. The dirty talk and insults became 10 times worse than they
were upstairs. Some of the daughters I didn't know glued their faces to the
sides of the cage watching. As crazy as this sounds, I was worked up but scared
and intimated and had difficulty bringing myself to a climax. Mavis told me
maybe a beating would help me.
Whitney, Karen, Derita and Jas pulled me out of the cage and pinned my arms
behind me. Whitney slapped my cunt and said that "her sole sisters"
needed to see what they would own. She had me stand with my knees slightly bent
and splayed outward; hips slightly thrust forward, shoulders back and had me
pull my cunt lips wide apart. I looked obscene and felt worse. She pulled me by
the leash through the crowd of women and had me show my wide-open cunt to
everyone, including the girls. I cringed from embarrassment. Several women
commented how stupid I looked. Whitney encouraged them to touch me. Several did
and patted my pinkness or nipples. When I'd circled through the crowd, she told
me to bend at the waist and pull my ass cheeks apart. She led me back through
the women making her point that my ass and cunt belonged to all of them. Karen
was behind me, spanking my plugged asshole as I stumbled through the group. Then
she took the gag out and told me to eat some pussy.
Some woman, I had no idea who she was at the time, shouted “I want my damn
pussy sucked by this fucking whore.” She pulled off her jeans and panties,
totally unashamed by anyone else there, and sat of the edge of the table. Whit
laughed and told me I had my first customer. She had me on my knees. I started
licking her. The woman put her hands in my hair and shouted “oh sweet Jesus
yes, yes.” That changed to moans of “make me cumm, bitch!” She had large hands,
a large, hairy cunt and a huge clit. She released all over my face and kept
cumming. (Molly told me people were yelling and shouting but I barely remember
it. She also told me Whitney was standing beside me urging me to make this
woman cumm.)
After this woman finished, Erica introduced me to her mom, Jill, who
teased her daughter for not telling the truth about her activities. Jill said she
was not a common whore but was not above getting her pussy licked. She put one
foot on the edge of the table, hiked her skirt up, moved her panties aside and
told me to taste her. I tilted my head up and licked her. She was smooth,
fragrant and licking her turned me on. She asked if she was better than her daughter
was. I didn't know what to do and said I’m here for both of you. She didn't cumm
but said we had some serious catching up to do and she looked forward to my
visits. She slapped my face and smiled.
Mavis said the unexpected number of women here made it impractical for
everybody to use me. She said this is a social event among sisters sharing a
common interest in a private subject. It’s also to let women who used me in the
past demonstrate things they'd learned about me and my tolerances and
capabilities. For those who wanted more, each family would have a
chance to use me to fuck, have me clean their house or whatever they wanted, be
it for a few hours or for a day then ship me to the next person on the list. The
first day would be later this week and I'd go from one house to the next until
each family used me. She concluded with “If you want the bitch, sign up.” I
missed part of this conversation because some woman was grinding
her jeans against my
face and calling me her ‘ho.
Mavis said using my asshole was the quickest way to let me know who is boss
and make me feel like a whore and she’d let Jas and Susan demonstrate. They led
me to the low table and put me on shoulders and knees, ass way up in the air.
They put my hands behind my knees and handcuffed me in that position. Susan put
on a strappy, then eased the butt plug out, spanked my hole with a crop
then slid the girl cock in me. Where this cock came from I don’t know but its
thicker, longer and black life like cock and balls. She eased in a little, I
moaned and then she went deeper.
According to Molly, I howled and moaned … oh gawd! My ass, it hurts, please!
Then I screamed louder and crying as it went in more. Then I yelled … get it up
there, I want it in all the way … Omg, fuck my ass! She said I was gritting my
teeth, howling through my mouth, crying and yelling “My ass, my ass!” Susan
fucked me then gave me to Karen who fucked me as she told stories about whoring
me for money and her and her girlfriends taking me to the woods, striping me
naked, fucking me and leaving me. That generated a lot of buzz and laughing as
Karen went deeper into the story. Somebody said I sounded like a real ho or
Heidi de ho.
When Karen finished fucking my ass, Jas lubed her hand, slid it in my ass
and had me say my ass was hers. She pumped her hand in and out of me until I
was yelling. When she withdrew, Whitney lubed a speculum and slid it up me then
clamped it open so any of them could look down my ass. During this, some woman
was grinding her bare cunt on my head and turned my head enough so I could lick
her pussy. Names get confused but we think it was Milena, one of Monica’s
friends.
These were not isolated, separate incidents. The girls who used me
coordinated this among themselves and Mavis. This happened in the continual din
of 24 women and girls all trying to speak at once in the a festive atmosphere
that just coincidentally included a naked slut to use.
Whitney untied me and turned me over to Kim.
Kim was in rare form. She tied my wrists together in front of me, palms
facing each other. She lifted my arms above my head, looped rope between the
wrists to an overheard pipe, pulled the rope until my elbows were beside my
head about eye level. Her daughters, Sasha and Tyra, roped my ankles then
pulled my legs apart and tied the ropes to stationary objects. It was truly a
family affair and apparently, Kim is training her daughters to be what she is. She
told the others she enjoyed causing me intense pain and I could take it and she
intended to do so tonight. She kissed me and had both girls do the same. Then
she held up a tube of lipstick and asked each person to write their name on me
as if they were signing a greeting card. She held the lipstick in front of my
eyes and told me I was going to be so fucked. She wrote on me then let Shasta
and Tyra sign me. I don’t remember the order of who came next or who wrote
where, but they wrote on my tits, tummy, face, cunt, thighs, back, ass and
legs. Some wrote their name, others wrote snippy remarks. Even Molly, Stephanie
and Mia signed me. Kim told me I belonged to every person who wrote on me.
She whipped my tits with a crop and a flogger until they were red then
whipped my inner thighs and told me I was a bad girl. She clamped two
clothespins on each labia, one on my clit then she hit them with the flogger. I
screamed; she hit me until I had tears in my eyes. She added clothespin to each
nipple then two behind the nipple. I hate pins; Kim knows it and told the
others that I hated the pins but her point was to do what you enjoyed, not what
I wanted.
This full clothes pin treatment probably only went on for about 10-15
minutes but I was pleading for mercy. Kim told me to shut up, and was her
sadistic best. She slapped my face. Then she singled out some of the
inexperienced moms and daughters and had them clamp pins on the inside of my
thighs, more on my labia until my whole cunt was nothing bit a mass of pins.
She let them add pins and clamps around my tits, earlobes or wherever they
wanted. When I looked down all I could see was clothespins and hands tapping the
pins.
She asked Deanna, since she was the youngest one there, if she’d like to
spank my butt. Deanna looked at Monica, who said it was okay and she should do
it. Kim gave Deanna a paddle and told her to hit my butt hard enough to make
the pins down the front of me jiggle. So help me the child did not hesitate.
Kim kissed her and told her she was such a sweet girl. Deanna looked at me, did
this silly giggle and hugged Kim then her mom. Shasta and Tyra took the pins
off.
Kim untied me and rubbed my wrists. She asked a petite woman (similar build
as Kim) if she’d like to help her do something special. The woman, Tina, Monica’s
friend, said she’d love to if her daughter could help. Kim readily agreed and said
she’d have her daughters, too.
Tina and Jamey
joined Kim, Shasta and Tyra.
(Jamey,
only 14, already has well-developed breasts.)
Kim put me on all fours. Tyra sat on my back, Shasta held my leash taunt. Kim
said Tina and Jamey would do the honors of putting the plug back in my ass. Molly
said Tina lubed me and both held the plug. With Kim’s guidance, they eased it into
me. I moaned and said it hurt. Kim’s reply was … that’s the intent. Once the
plug seated, she told them to spank my butt for complaining. Both of them
spanked me with their hands.
Kim told me to sit with my back against the cage and my legs spread, that I was
going to fuck myself for these nice people. She handed me a dildo and pointed
to my cunt. I understood, slid the toy in and closed my eyes. Kim slapped me
and said to look at everybody while I did it. I looked at faces smirking at me
and heard their dirty talk again. I figured things couldn’t get any worse, and gave
it all I had; I needed a cumm anyway. I squeezed my tits, pulled my nipples and
moaned until I was clearly there; I asked Kim if I could cumm. She told me to
ask Tina who told me to ask Jamey. I begged her. Jamey didn’t quite understand
and Tina told her to let me cumm. About two seconds later, I exploded in a mixture
of ecstasy and shame then had another one. I sat there ebbing and listening to
more trash talk.
Mavis said it was midnight and she was stopping the party except for one event,
which would take place outside. She said there’s been enough shown here to
stimulate everyone’s imagination and they could add their own things. She again
said if they wanted the bitch to sign the sheet and decide on a time. She
encouraged them to use her rules of me being naked or at least my cunt and ass
exposed all the time and that I should rarely walk around like a normal woman
around blacks. She also said no damn men are allowed.
While Mavis was still talking, Kim tied my hands behind my back again, added
a rope around my waist tied it at the back and ran it through my swampy cunt. She
handed the end of the rope to Tina and told her to lead me upstairs. Tina laughed
her ass off and pulled me forward. I screamed and got slapped. I followed Tina
and the four of them came behind me. I waddled upstairs and Kim directed them
out the back door. I noticed a clock said 12:20. Being naked outside at this
hour of the morning didn’t seem to make much difference. We walked a few steps
from the back porch and Kim told me to stop. They removed my collar and heels
and told me to kneel. I did. She showed the others how to rope my thighs to my ankles,
blindfolded me and said they’d be back shortly.
I didn’t know quite what to expect. I couldn’t figure out why this happened
but when it did, I missed the obvious. In a couple of minutes, women streamed
out of the house, saying goodbyes and laughing. Where I was kneeling was right
by the path they’d use to get out the side gate of the privacy fence. I know
they were right at me by the laughter and name-callings. I heard a noise that I
couldn't identify and then a stream of warm piss hit me. The laughter drowned out my shrieking. Then it
seemed like piss was coming from everywhere, hitting me everywhere. Head, face,
tits, tummy, thighs and cunt. I couldn’t believe it. There was a brief pause
then more warm piss hit me from different angles and the laughter never stopped.
Kim said I was a damn toilet but they’d skip the gross part tonight.
I heard a chorus of laughter and bye-byes. Some
thanked Mavis for a wonderful evening. They left me there as piss chilled and
felt cold against my skin in the night air. I started shaking not so much from
the chill but from the experience. Molly removed the blindfold and Mia cut the
ropes off me. Mavis said I should clean up then everybody needed sleep. Derita handed
me a small towel and I wiped off then followed her inside to her bathroom and
showered. Stephanie gave me my sweater and skirt. Mavis said the evening was a
success and I had lots of new responsibilities. She actually thanked Molly for her
willingness to share me and to give you, Jody, her warmest regards.
We got home about 1:30 in the morning. I had a strong drink, tried not to
think too much, which was impossible, and went to sleep.
.
Attendees
(New in bold italics)
Susan and Jasmine
Monique and daughter,
Audrey, 18
Marcia, neighbor of
Susan, and daughter,
Lola 15
Betty, neighbor of Susan, and
daughter,
Camille 16
Monica and her daughter, Deanna, Will be 13 on 10/17
Tina,
friend of Monica and daughter,
Jamey
Milena,
Tina’s friend, and niece,
Carin
Tonya, Whitney and Karen
Karen’s friend, Erica, and her mom,
Jill
Kim, daughters Shasta, and Tyra,
Mavis and Derita.
24 people total.
Add to the 24 Molly, Stephanie and Mia who were watching
