Hi, Ma'am. things are going well as you know now from last nights conversation. Monica thoroughly enjoyed meeting you.
What follows is a summary of what happened Tuesday, my first day here. I wrote the majority of this Wednesday and finished the last little bit this morning. I'll add the major events from the last clue of days when I can, hopefully today.
I love you so much, kisses, e
I got here around 2:15 on Tuesday. Monica and I shared wine and talked. I started to tell her how I felt, my needs and so on but she said to wait and express that after Deanna came home because it would be more meaningful. Nervously, I agreed. Our conversations shifted to other things, her recent promotion at work and her plan to move to a larger house in an adjoining neighborhood. Overall, this was meaningful and I began to see Monica as more of a friend and not just someone I fuck.
Deanna came home around 3:15. After hugs, she wanted to take me straight to her bedroom. Monica, though, told her to wait, that I had something to talk about and she wanted her to hear what I had to say. I poured myself a another glass of wine, took a deep breath and told them how at times I had these perverse needs to be thoroughly humiliated and abused. I said at times I fuck because thats what people expect of me and I'm more than willing to comply. but at other times, my masochist psyche kicks in and I need to be fucked up, abused, humiliated, controlled and objectified with little regard for myself, knowing I’m making someone else happy and letting them do as they pleased. During these times I crave humiliation, bondage, beatings, toilet things and being treated more like an animal.
Deanna listened intently and asked questions that I answered truthfully.
I told them that in the last few days I'd thought more about them, thought more about serving them as a mother and daughter team and being their slave. Since Molly has been in Europe, I've missed that aspect.
Monica added, for Deanna's benefit, that as of Tuesday night, she'd told me not to have an orgasm, that I was extremely horny but had followed her rule. Then she looked at me but spoke to her daughter and said, “Eve had turned her orgasms over to us, isn't that right.” Shamefully, I said, yes ma'am. Then she asked Deanna, how she felt knowing that she, along with her, and possibly her friends, now had control over a white woman's orgasms. Deanna's face lit up; she mocking asked me she guessed this means she owns my pussy. I replied, yes ma'am, it’s a form of humiliation to give her that control. She beamed and said she got it.
Then she asked Monica, "When do we start?"
Monica laughed and said, "Anytime you want to."
Deanna said, “let’s start now," looked at me and said, "take all your clothes off, white bitch, cause I want you naked."
I took everything off then stood naked in front of her and Monica. And yes, I was quivering, my nipples aroused and erect and my cunt oozing.
Monica asked her what she wanted to do first. Deanna said "everything." Monica suggested that a good place to start would be to show she had control over my cunt. With Monica coaching her, Deanna had me play with myself briefly, then stop and wait for her to tell me to begin again. The first couple of cycles were somewhat rote, but I’m sure my face showed the frustration of not bringing myself to orgasm. She caught on quickly although her commands were punctuated by girlish gigging. She had me sit in the floor with my legs spread, briefly finger myself, then stop, change positions to shoulders and knees on the floor, ass in the air, play with my cunt, stop, turn back to a sitting position facing her and work my cunt again. She would ask, do I own your pussy and I told her she did. This continued until I was on the verge of exploding and asked her for permission. She giggled and said she didn't think I should play with myself any more, I begged. She turned to Monica for direction. Monica became uncharacteristically philosophical and explained the pros and cons of letting me come and making me grateful slave or making me wait to please Deanna's needs and that her pleasure was more important than mine was. In the end, Deanna said she wanted a cumm.
Monica suggested restraining me and helped Deanna handcuff my wrists behind my back, and attach my collar and leash. She ceremoniously led me back to her bedroom with Monica following and praising her daughter’s decision. She undressed, plopped down on her bed and told me to kneel and lick her off. Though frustrated and desperate for a cumm, I knelt beside the bed and began kissing and licking her pussy while she held my leash. Monica also undressed and sat beside her on the bed, cradled her head in her lap and kissed her. She restated that I had to perform and could only use my mouth to satisfy her, which in her view, solidified my role as her slave and was more demeaning. I trembled at her word because she was so in tune with this whole thing. I licked Deanna off and listened to her coo and moan as she came.
When I finished her, I thanked her for giving me the opportunity to kneel at her pussy and make her cumm. Then Monica took the leash and brought my face to hers. She kissed her daughters residue off my mouth and cheeks. We kissed passionately until she told me to do my duty then pushed my mouth the her pussy.
After I'd brought her off, she told Deanna they needed to take full advantage of my slut mouth and tongue; they had all the control and I had none. I'd given myself to them unconditionally. She looked at me and asked her daughter, where else should my tongue be? It didn't take Deanna two seconds to respond, in my ass.
By this time I was so horny I was about to crawl out of my skin. The few times I've been with Monica, I've never seen her so complete and so instructional, I can't think of any other word. I watched as Deanna pulled her knees back over her breasts, exposing her asshole and telling me what she wanted. I centered my mouth and tongue over her hole and began eating her ass. For greater effect, I rubbed my nose against her still oozing pussy, would occasionally swipe my tongue through her slit then go back to her hole and probe it. I kept going until Deanna wanted my tongue against her clit and came again. Monica kissed Deanna then told me to get my tongue in her ass. I did much the same to her, treating her pussy and ass like gold until she came again.
They need a potty break. Monica orchestrated that to their delight and my demise. She got my suction dildo then led me to the bathroom and had me kneel in the tub facing them. She stuck the suction to the bottom of the tub, had me mount the dildo then closed the tub drain. She removed the collar and leash, left me handcuffed, then told me to fuck myself off for them. They stood facing me. Monica told Deanna to hold back on peeing until she gave her the word then told me to fuck my toy faster. I was in total heat and spontaneously yelling that I loved them and I needed this. Then Monica told Deanna, lets piss now. Within a second of feeling their piss on me and tasting some, I started cumming and screaming. Every ounce of pent up lust in my body and brain gushed out of my cunt in one of the most dynamic orgasms I can remember. I cried tears of joy. When I ebbed, Monica brought the dildo to my mouth and had me suck it. I pissed, too. She eased me down into the tub and the piss then used rope to tie my ankles. She told Deanna that I was now theirs. They kissed again then she told Deanna they'd leave me to contemplate what being theirs means while they got something to eat; they'd come back for me in two hours. They turned off the light, shut the door and left.
I couldn't believe it. I'd envisioned a couple of days of what I call Deanna's little sex games with a few of her friends but I'd never remotely fathomed this. Monica, without Karen being around, or even Paula, is a different person. She's more serious and had her own agenda. I did not see this coming. Lying face down tied up in a tub of cold piss, though I could roll slightly from one side to the other, made me realize also what a depraved slut I'd become. Two hours passed slowly.
When they returned, I found myself asking not for sex, but for the more basic needs … the privilege of getting out of the tub and washing off and something to eat. I knew then I was deep into this thing. Monica told Deanna she thought I'd do about anything for them to get out of the tub. I admitted it was true. Monica made say it several times. She told her daughter this should be a good lesson about what I was like, then untied me and let me shower. Clothes were out of the question obviously but I was grateful for what food and wine Monica provided me. I ate them both off again then slept between them in Monica's bed.
I'll write more later, there's lots to tell. Love you.
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