(Note. I've been with Karen since Friday. this elaborates one of those episodes.)
This event actually began Tuesday morning. Karen called her workplace and said she wasn't coming in. Since I fucked her supervisor, Bettina, and two more black girl coworkers over the weekend, I don't think she has trouble getting a day or two off. After sucking her off, she told me this would be a day for me to rest and recover except for an appointment in the afternoon. That morning I took a long bath and napped.
Around noon, Paula called Karen then spoke with me. She told me I'd be with her tomorrow and gave me instructions about how I was to present myself. Specifically, before I came over, Karen would give me an enema, that I'd be perfumed and dressed in seductive lingerie, wear at least 5" heels, and that I would not have had an orgasm for at least 24 hours. She said Karen knew all this but wanted to be sure I knew as well. Also, she expected my nails to be perfect, my make up flawless, my pussy clean and smooth and my asshole lubed.
Tuesday afternoon, Karen took me shopping. I dressed in what I wore over on Friday plus my collar with the "Karens bitch" tag. We went to a speciality shop for lingerie then to a black women's boutique for a micro mini and skyscraper open toed ankle straps. At each place a black woman assisted me. There was no sex but I noticed hushed conversations between Karen and the women. They'd look at me and smile, I'd blush. No doubt someone Karens age leading me around left little to the imagination. The final stop was a black beauty salon where a girl gave me a mani and pedi. Karen brought in my new red stilettos and told the girl she wanted polish to match so I ended up with this whorish bright red on my nails. By this time, my cunt was oozing. Naturally, I paid for everything we purchased.
Back at Karens, I stripped then put on one of tonya's exercise sets. We order Chinese and watched movies to pass the time. When I slept with her that night she used soft cuffs to restrain my hands behind me so I couldn't touch myself.
Wednesday morning Karen again stayed home from work. After a late breakfast, she began the preparations; an enema, a long shower, fixing my hair, perfume and dressing in my new lingerie, micro mini and sweater, hose and heels. We sat around about an hour while Karen called several people and we chatted, mostly about her making money by slutting me out. Paula called and said she was ready for me. With me nervous as hell and my cunt pulsing, we drove over.
Paula lives in a funky district close to downtown. It's mostly older homes and old warehouses or factories that are being converted to apartments and condos. Karen parked in a paved lot next to an old brick building and we went to the lobby, took an elevator to the third floor of four floors, at least by the buttons in the elevator. On her floor, there were two doors off an atrium. We took the door on the right, Karen knocked and Paula let us in to her apartment which I'm assuming was converted from space in what was probably an old manufacturing facility. High ceilings and massive posts that have probably been there a 100 years. From her hallway, we went into a large room which had an exterior brick wall, large windows, partially opened drapes and plants everywhere. The other walls were painted a deep burgundy. There were two gold brocade sofas, a large framed mirror, two odd chairs, a large oriental rug, dim lights and plants everywhere. Her decor is about as baroque as you can imagine. After sharing a hug and kiss, Karen left without explanation.
Paula handed me a drink, I took it. We sat while she explained that there should be no mystery as to why I was here. She knew what I was, had seen me with those giggling girls, with Karen and knew I'd been with a few other black women who were like her but were not "her". She said she was better than the rest and she had her own style which she thought was more appropriate for me and for her clients. At that I chilled.
She caught my look of surprise and said if her assessment of me was correct, she intended to fuck me like I'd never been fucked before. The she laughed and said, well maybe once or twice, but not quite in the same way that she had in mind. When I finished my drink, she told me to go pee, that it would be my last chance for a while, and directed me down her hallway to a powder room under the stairs the went to her second level.
When I returned, she'd closed the drapes and turned on track lighting that focused on the middle of the room. She told me to stand there. She sat on one of the sofas, sipped her drink and told me she could smell my perfume and my aroused cunt. Then she told me to undress slowly. Undressing took forever; when I'd take something off, she'd observe me then tell me to continue. I did that until I was naked. She had me turn 360 for her then put my new red stilettos back on.
She approached me, blindfolded me and had me stand straight with my hands by my side. She said I would never know where she would touch me next and whether she would use her hands, a crop or a cat of nine tails. She walked around pinching me with her nails then slid her fingers into my cunt, all the time whispering into my ear how much my wetness excited her and that I had no control over what she would do next. By the time she was finished I was in heat.
She kissed me while she fingered me and then brought her fingers to my lips and had me suck them clean. She repeated this several times. She lifted my tits by my nipples, pulled them out and then used her other hand to hit each tit several times then hit them with her crop. I screamed. She had me bend at the waist, pull my cheeks apart and had me stick my index finger all the way in and tell her about the last time my asshole was fucked. She pushed two of her fingers in beside mine and we both fingered my hole which I found incredibly sexy.
She stopped, removed the blindfold and kissed me. She whispered that I had four minutes to go upstairs, find her bedroom, put on the hose and garter belt she'd earlier laid out on her bed, then put my heels back on. Also I'd find lube on her bedside table and to apply it generously to freshen the slickness in my hole. I rushed upstairs to find her bedroom. She waited at the bottom of the stairs and called out each passing minute which only made me more nervous. I fumbled with the black seamed hose and garter belt and my heels. I poked lube in my ass and headed back downstairs as fast as the 5" heels would allow. I did not make it within the allotted time, which she knew I couldn't do. She said I would be punished. She had me stand in the center of the room with my hands clasped behind my head. After mind numbing silence, she lashed at me with the cat, hitting my ass, cunt and tits until I was wincing and stifling screams.
She told me she had special things for me to wear and showed me a wide leather belt with numerous attaching points then fitted that around my waist and cinched it tight. She dangled a two inch wide leather crotch strap fitted with attached dildos for my ass and cunt. After letting me get a good look at them, she had me bend forward while she attached the strap at the rear of the belt, worked a dildo up my lubed asshole then the other one in my cunt then buckled it tightly in front of the waist strap. After I absorbed the fullness, she tightened the rear attachment point which forced them deeper into my holes until I gasped for breath. Then she snapped padlocks on the front and rear where the crotch strap joined the waist belt. She dangled the keys symbolically in my face; I got the message, my holes belonged to her. She had me bring my hands from behind my head to the sides of my hips. She attached leather cuffs to the waist belt, secured my wrists in them and padlocked each cuff.
She paused and fixed herself another drink while I stood silently. She showed me nipple clamps that had thin leather straps attached to the end of the clamps. After clamping my nipples, she pulled the straps down and buckled them to rings on the front of the waist belt. They were not excessively tight. She told me to stand straight. I didn't realize it, but I'd slumped slightly forward during this last procedure. When I stood straight, my nipples were pulled hard straight down. She had me walk around and feel entire effect of my helplessness, holes filled with her dildos and nipples stretched to the limit. She pulled out a gag with a small cock, pushed it under her leather skirt, worked the small cock inside of her pussy to get it wet then pushed it down my throat and tightened the harness behind my head.
She allowed me to bend forward slightly to relax tension on my nipples. She walked around me and talked about how I had no control over what happened to me from this point forward and how my eyes showed the excitement and my face already reflected my pain.
Then she played a little game with me. She intended to whip me with the cat and I would alternate my position between standing fully straight up and slightly bent over. When I stood straight, she would whip my inner thighs, abdomen and tits; when she told me to bend forward, she would whip my ass and backs of my thighs. We began her game. I quickly discovered that aside from the pain of the whipping, each time I bent forward, the nipple pressure relaxed but the pressure of the dildos in my ass and cunt increased. When I stood straight, it increased the excruciating pressure on my nipples. She did this for a total of 10 repetitions. She stopped and said that was round one. Then she repeated this entire procedure.
After the second round, she pulled a straight wooden ladder back chair to the center of the room and told me to sit in the chair which just poked the dildo up my asshole that much more. She pulled my hair back and tied rope around my hair to the back of the chair. This intensified everything. She removed the cock gag and told me to keep my mouth open. she straddled the chair until her pussy was at my mouth, pissed into my mouth then replaced the gag. She repositioned the nipple clamps from the 12 and 6 o'clock position to the 9 and 3 o'clock position. She set a timer for 20 minutes then walked out of the room. When the timer sounded, she returned and unclamped my nipples.
She strapped my ankles outside the front legs of the chair so my belted and plugged cunt was more available. She slid a white plastic disc between my thighs and right up against my belted cunt. I noticed the disc was attached to a cord which she plugged in. She hit a switch on the cord and I heard a low hum and felt a slight vibration against the leather crotch belt, especially in my cunt. She told me she had a client and would be elsewhere in the house and would be back in about an hour, perhaps more. She blindfolded me and told me I may be viewed by her client and my nipples may be clamped again but restrained in the cunt harnesses as I was, there was no way anybody could touch me. She left.
I about went crazy. I absolutely could not move. I couldn't utter a sound and couldn't see a thing. Her words about client drove me nuts. I felt the low vibrations resonating through the leather and up the dildo. I couldn't think of anything but the maddening sensations in my cunt. The heat generated from the track lighting warmed me until began to perspire.
After considerable time had passed, someone came into the room and cinched a leather strap around my body, below my tits, and cinched it to the chair. Whoever it was flogged my tits then clamped my nipples again and pulled the leather strips down to the waist belt and buckled them. Now whatever I was feeling was 10 items worse. The vibrations in my cunt were stronger, I couldn't move a millimeter anywhere nor could I do anything to avoid the sensations building in my cunt.
I came and groaned into the gag. Once I gave in to the cumm, there was no stopping. Over the period of my confinement and solitude I came multiple times until I was somewhere between crying, agony and pleasure. Everything hurt. I had no idea how much time passed or when this would end. My whole thought process became the fullness of the dildos inside me, the tension and numbness of my nipples and the vibrations from this device. I was shaking, sweating and cumming like some mindless idiot, as if that were all I was capable of doing.
After an agonizing period of solitude and pain that seemed like an eternity, the door opened and I heard her voice. I could barely utter a groan. I sensed she was not alone and that someone had settled into the sofa. She removed the nipple clamps. I screamed into the gag as blood circulated back into my tortured nipples. She removed the penis gag, massive amounts of drool spilled out and oozed down the sides of my jaw, neck, collarbones and tits. After I worked my mouth around to restore feeling, she said she was going to piss on me again and to leave my mouth open. This time she not only pissed in my mouth but also on my face and I felt piss tricked down my body, mixing with my drool and sweat. Somehow I didn't care. I also came again and heard her giggling about that. She removed the vibrating device from the chair and the diabolical sensations that had controlled me for god knows how long stopped. Then she untied my hair from the back of the chair, unbuckled the strap that held my upper body against the chair and also unbuckled the leather straps holding my ankles again the front legs of the chair. I wiggled some. She helped me to my feet. I asked for a drink of water but she said not yet, I had a few more tasks to perform.
She unlocked the two padlocks holding the leather strap that had the dildos unbuckled it. She eased it out of me and my juices spilled down my inner thighs. She brought the cunt dildo to my mouth and told me to suck it clean then did the same with the butt plug. The scent and taste of my cunt and ass in my mouth electrified me. Then she removed the blindfold.
I blinked and stared at a man sitting on the sofa. Middle aged, well built, white, tied and gaged and wearing a pair of women's panties. The bulge in the front of his panties looked unnatural. She had him stand; I could tell he'd be whipped all over. She pulled his panties off and I saw his cock was restrained in some metal device that kept him from having a full erection. She had me walk over to him and kneel. She told me she'd tortured him while I was in my own personal agony and then let him watch me from behind the mirror which was actually a two way mirror. I chilled. She unlocked the cage around his cock and I watched him get hard. At first I thought she was going to have me suck him off but she untied his hands and told him he could now jack off on me. I knelt staring at his cock while he masturbated until he spewed his load all over my face and tits. He groaned and shouted ... thank you mistress Paula. When he finished, Paula told me to clean his cock, otherwise I'd be back in the chair for another two hours. As I cleaned him, he stroked off again and came some more on my face. She whipped him and told him to go in the other room, dress and leave. She told me to stay kneeling until she returned.
My mind was throbbing. I couldn't process what transpired. I heard the front door to her condo close the she came back and helped me to my feet. She unlocked my hands for the waist belt the stood me in front of the mirror. I was a mess; hair disheveled, my body covered in sweat, drool, piss and cumm.
She let me go pee, brought me a bottle of water and told me sit down and relax. For a minute, neither if us spoke. She asked how I felt; I told her I was still in another dimension. She told me the man was a special client, an attorney, and ever so often he needed something different and paid handsomely for this session. I asked her if I could clean up but she said not yet. She wanted to discuss the session and my feelings. We drank wine and talked a long time. I told her I'd never been taken to such heights in a very long time, that probably mw was the last person to push me this far. She laughed and said she knew all about mw because she knew one of the women that was there. I asked who but she wouldn't tell me. She told me it's good for me to do those girls, referring to Deanna and her friends, and Karens contacts but at times I needed to be with experienced women and she would have special tasks for me from time to time. I told her I'd do it. I found out she also knows Murielle.
I asked her who had come in and strapped my upper body against the chair and flogged my tits, that I sensed it wasn't her. She said that was the mans wife; she gets off on seeing her husband treated that way but he doesn't know she's watching. Paula also said she'd fucked the wife before she ever met the husband. The wife is strange, she can't take serious pain but likes to watch people being abused. She also watched me being tortured and cumming. Someday, she'll have to introduce us.
Paula said my session, from undressing until me kneeling in front of her client, had lasted over four hours, I was in the chair nearly two hours which she said is a lot. She tried it with other women but they failed; she figured I could take it and probably more.
She told me go upstairs and shower, that I'd be spending the night here. After I did, I met her in her bedroom and sucked her pussy and ass and thanked her for what she'd done to me. She ordered meals from a restaurant which they delivered. She gave me my iPad which Karen had brought over with her and told me to write, that she wanted this recorded and to run it by my white mistress first but she expected to see it on blog.
Paula helped me write this and approved. I hope you do, too. My love, e
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