I arrived at Mw's around 11:45. Louise let me in and motioned me to follow her to the kitchen. I could see Mw sitting at the back of her expansive living room talking with another black woman. She did not acknowledge me in any way.
Louise was her usual cold, woman of few words self; a constantly prevailing attitude of her superiority and my inferiority each time I’m around her, almost cowering and spouting "yes ma'am" at every little thing she says. I offered her the flowers for Mw; she told me where I'd find a vase and to finish putting luncheon items on a tray for Mw and her guest. After I arranged things to her satisfaction, she put the tray on the serving cart, including the vase of flowers, and told me to open the kitchen door. As she passed by me, she quietly mouthed at me to be "damn naked" when she returned.
I nervously stripped down to thigh highs and heels. She returned, shut the kitchen door then snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor. I dropped to my knees in front of her. She pulled her skirt up and I crawled to her like some trained dog and kissed her pussy. She pulled my head back, spit in my face, slapped me and said I didn't say "please"; had I forgotten my manners?
I berated myself for my stupidity, looked up at her and asked if I could please kiss her pussy. She said "what else?" I asked if I could also kiss her ass then she told me to get my face back in her snatch. I kissed her again then she told me we'd go elsewhere. She pulled me out the side door of the kitchen, through the hallway, up the stairs and into her rooms over the garage. Again, I knelt. She became more vocal and insulting as I licked her pussy and sucked ass. She pulled her breasts out of her blouse and had me suck her nipples then return to her pussy and give her another orgasm. We stayed there until 2:00 when she said it was time to get me ready for MW.
She sent me down to the playroom and said she'd join me shortly. Cunt oozing, body covered with goose bumps, I easily found my way to the playroom, avoiding the temptation to touch my cunt, knowing she’d chastise me for doing so. She came down and tied my wrists together in front of me then told me to lean across the bar. She donned a strappy, came behind me and shoved the girl cock into my cunt a few times to get it lubed then poked it at my asshole. I groaned, she told me to shut up and push my butt back more. She eased the cock in my ass and fucked me, not uttering a word, until she withdrew and pushed a butt plug in me until it seated.
She took me to a spot in the playroom, attached a rope from my bound wrists to an overhead pulley and hoisted my arms above my head then tied it to a cleat on the wall. After slapping my ass and said this should keep me out of trouble until Mw came down. She turned off the lights and left me in darkness, save for a nightlight behind the bar that added more mystery to the scene. I waited a considerable amount of time until the door opened and a light above my head illuminated me. Mw entered with another black woman who slipped quietly to a sofa behind me. I could have easily turned to see whom she was but kept my eyes focused on Mw who now stood in front of me.
She asked how I'd been doing, that she read the blog but needed me to fill in the gaps since she hadn't seen me in months. I related my activities during the last few months with Molly, Karen Monica, the girls and others. She'd picked up a flogger and if I hesitated to answer quickly or omitted what she considered a missed detail, she'd swoosh it over my tits or ass. Not hard, just enough to coax me on before it became painful. It's a powerful technique. Then she said she understood I had something to tell her about a friend of mine.
I told her the situation with Sherrie; recent visits from two black women, my mistress interest in involving her and Louise, and a request to communicate with her or Louise about the matter. I also mentioned discretion due to Sherrie’s position but the outcome was to keep her in service to black women and expand her experience, especially to her since she was the best. I said all this as delicately and humbly as possible.
Mw asked if she was the best, why had I not seen her lately and why was she not given the opportunity to be the first with Sherrie. As for position, she understood the necessity of discretion, but as far as she was concerned, Sherrie's position to her was slut. She said I knew the types of women she counted as friends and party guests and how interesting things could be when white women expressed their true selves. She'd begun using another prominent woman and indicated she'd spent considerable time down here, nodding towards a cage in the corner of the playroom. She further indicated disguising the facial features of prominent women with a mask while they serve at a party is certainly not out of the question.
I thanked her for that and again brought up the matter of contacting her or Louise via email. She said she did not operate like that and only select people knew how to contact her. Then she berated me, not sexually, but personally for not using better judgment. She slapped the shit out of me. I had no comeback except to apologize. She told me I was in no position to do anything else and I caught the nod of her head and the double entendre of the word "position". She raked her hands over my body, scratching my tits and sides. She told me it was a shame I wasn't more accessible because she really enjoyed using me but if I ever questioned her again like this, she’d cut me off.
She exchanged the flogger for a crop and hit me several times making me squirm and dance. She went to the other woman, conferred with her then returned. She told me this is how it'll happen. I'll produce Sherrie for Louise as a test case. Louise will handle her and determine if she's worth her (Mw’s) time. If she is, within a few days, she'll be in the company of her and her friend, nodding to the woman I could not see, while I serve Louise. Deciding the date and details can come later. As for me today, there would be no cumm nor would I get the relief I was seeking in terms of physical abuse.
I thanked her and said I understood her wisdom and apologized again. She buzzed Louise to return and untie me. I removed the plug. When I turned around, Mw and her friend had left the room. Louise gave me my clothes and told me I could leave now. As I opened the front door, she uttered the only civil thing she'd uttered to me all day - that Mw appreciated the flowers. Her only other comment was not to make her wait too long.
My apologies for not achieving everything you wanted but I tried.
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