Apr 12, 2014: Deja vu at the Laundromat

I mentioned in my previous email how she dressed me for the event, but I'll add that due to the fit of the dress and the material, it was clear I wasn't wearing a bra and my nipples, still swollen for last nights beating, were poking straight out. First we stopped at a store and bought a dozen copies of Oprah magazine and exchanged twenty's for rolls of quarters.  The first Laundromat we went to was rather grungy,  and mostly older women sitting around. We didn't stay.

The second one seemed better. It was newer, more mom type women, a few kids, and definitely cleaner. When we walked in, every eye in the place drifted to us; Paula said we'd do it here.  

We sat toward the back of the facility, surveyed the crowd and I  began doing the routine Paula outlined for me. Cradling the stack of Oprah magazines, I went to the woman closest to us and asked if she'd like something fresh to read instead of the dilapidated copies of magazines people were thumbing through.  She eyed me suspiciously and asked me if I was from some damn company trying to sell magazines. I told her no ma'am, I'm here at the request of my mistress and owner to assist you anyway I can. She looked at Paula, shrugged, then accepted the magazine. Then I walked up the aisle of chairs, asking the next woman, the next and so on. 

Even doing this non sexual, seemingly innocent task made my heart beat a mile a minute. The two bloody Mary's I'd had over breakfast at her place around 12:30 didn't calm me. Some women took the magazine without comment, others said thank you and some asked what the hell was I doing. I made the circuit around the room, came back and sat by Paula for a minute. Women would look at the magazine, then at us. 

We waited for the next opportunity which came soon. When one woman got up to check her washer and take her clothes out, Paula prodded me and said go do it. I went to her and said I'd be happy to assist her, load her clothes in a dryer and pay for it, showing her the roll of quarters. She snorted and asked if I was from the Red Cross or something. I said no ma'am, I'm here at the request of my mistress, nodding to Paula, to make your day brighter. I asked how she wanted her clothes dried, did they need to be sorted into different dryers, etc. She told me and I did my thing. When she went back to her chair, she leaned over to another woman, and another, and gossip and speculation began. I could literally feel it. 

Another woman came to me and just stood there. I asked if I could help her. She asked why I was here. I said I'm here to help you with your laundry and make your day brighter in anyway I can. I introduced myself. She asked what's the funny mark on you, pointing to the rope marks leading up from my tits across my collarbones and to the back of my neck. I said my mistress will tell you if you ask her. 

This is exactly what Paula wanted me to say. In comparison to other times when I've had to announce what I'd been doing, and it is humiliating to be sure, Paula's method put her squarely in charge of what she wanted to reveal to whom and left me in the dilemma of being talked about without knowing what details were revealed. I found that extremely unnerving and left me at the mercy of what she felt needed to be said. In essence, I had no control.

The woman went over and talked to Paula. To quell my sudden anxiety, I started sorting the woman's dirty laundry and loading it into three washing machines. I noticed that by now viritually every woman seemed to be glancing at me, then Paula and back and forth. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one woman approach me, motioned to her washer and told me to "do mine". I said yes ma'am. I could sense that more women were silently catching on to what might be happening. If not, their curiosity was definitely building. I noticed other women had joined the conversation with Paula and the first woman.

I sensed this situation becoming more volatile and gossip going around the room in waves. I took wet paper towels and cleaned off washers, the folding table, anything to stay busy and not think. A woman came time and said her laundry needed to be taken out of the washer, then another came up. I found myself busier than I could keep track of. A woman plopped down her basket of laundry, and told me to fold it. She eyed the rope marks but didn't say anything. 

Farrah came in about is time, waved to me, but went straight to Paula and the women who'd gathered around her. All of them talked for a while then Paula motioned me over. She told me to pull my tits out the top then raise my skirt and show my ass. I didn't say anything, just did what she asked. The reaction from the women clustered around me was mixed. A couple of women's said they didn't want anything to so with me, others giggled, some loved my beaten and bruised ass. I stood there embarrassed until Paula told me to go back to what I was doing, folding clothes and helping with laundry.  Women who hadn't gathered around Paula asked those who had what was going on, or something to that effect. I felt about two inches tall, knowing word about me had spread to probably everybody. 

Paula called me back over and introduced me to two middle aged black woman, Phyllis, 35, average in appearance,  and her sister, Tremesa, 31, taller than I was and long cornrows hair, a couple of visible piercings, lower lip and the side of her nose. Paula said they wanted me and we'd go to a motel since both if them had husbands and little kids at home.  Paula, Farrah and I left the building and got in Paula's Infiniti. We waited a couple of minutes until they came out and got in their car. They followed us about five blocks until Paula spotted a not so great Qualify Inn. She rented a room for two hours and judging from the appearance of the place, I doubt many questions were asked. 

The five of us went to a second floor room on the back side overlooking a freeway entrance ramp. There were two double beds and the typical veneer furniture. Paula told me to undress . I felt like some hooker stripping for a client which in a way, I guess I was. When Tremesa saw my marked body, she said I was one fucked up bitch. It didn't matter want they said, I knew what I had to do. I undressed her and we kissed and rubbed each other. For a mom of two, she had a voluptuous body, big breasts, full hips, just interesting features. I sucked her, played with her breasts, then went down to her pussy as she reclined on the bed. As soon as my mouth was on her, she locked her legs around my neck and upper back and had her hands in my hair, I didn't stop, I sucked, fingered her until she came.  

Phyllis had already undressed and was on top of me rubbing her hairy pussy against the back of my leg. She rolled me over and started  kissing me like she was in heat. We kissed as she ground against me then she slid her body up until her pussy was at my mouth. She started riding my face. Tremesa had spread my legs, licked my pussy and inserted her fingers in me. Then she sawed her fingers deeper and worked her hand in. I moaned  into Phyllis, moved to her ass and sucked it and anything else she wanted. Tremesa mouthed that she'd wondered what a white pussy looked like and now she had one. But when Phyllis came, Tremesa took her hand out and also face sat me. From there it turned into them turning me over, mauling me, kissing me, face sitting me, fingering my pussy and ass, pulling me open like they owned me and making me cumm. They weren't rough but they definitely weren't gentle. We stopped because Tremesa said she had to go before her old man got edgy. Phyllis, too, agreed she needed to get home. 

I offered my number but Paula said they'd go through her if they wanted me again and I'd do the same. After they left, She told me when I'm in a place like that, a laundromat or similar place, you don't give out numbers because you don't know who will have it, what they're like and who may decide to call the cops that you were soliciting. The she told me that whether I realized it or not, I was in the sex trade and I have to be careful. I went with her wisdom and hope you agree. 

We dropped Farrah off at her car. I'll probably see her again. Paula and I went back to her place. I cleaned up and we fucked then napped until she had to get ready for a client. 

More on that later. Kisses, e

Apr 11, 2014: Friday with Paula and Friends

Paula wanted me there precisely at 5:00 pm. When I rang the bell she let me in and took me to her living room and lounge, the same room she used me in last time. There was an older white couple, who I assumed were here clients, sitting on the sofa. Also there was another black woman looking rather domme. Paula introduced her as Corinna, a friend, and the clients as "Jim and Jane." My first order was to bring more scotch, vodka, ice and snack mix. 

After I did, she said I was her latest slut and hed certain qualities that would fulfill their fantasy. For a few minutes, things were rote, mechanical and cold. Paula skillfully moved the conversation to focus on me, bitching at me, telling the clients how I had a hidden desires for humiliation, pain, serving black woman and my lust for teen black girls. The clients, particularly Jim, squirmed. Paula's slurs became more personal and drew comments from Jane about how degenerate I was. Paula and Corinna stood on either side of me. Corinna pinned my arms behind me and Paula unbuttoned my blouse and pulled my skirt and panties off. Then Corinne shoved me at Paula who held me tightly against her while Corinna pulled my blouse off my arms and ripped my bra off. She shoved me into Paula who held my arms behind me again and walked me in front of a couple so they could see me naked, save for my garter belt, hose and heels. She begin slapping my cunt with her hand and also squeezing my tits. Corinne did the same and they alternated smacks on my cunt until I was groaning and my cunt was soaked. 

Jim had his hands in his pants already playing with himself. Jane said I was nothing but a low life bitch. Paula said you don't know how much of a low life she really is. They stepped me closer to the couple and told them to look at my whore body, my overused cunt, saggy tits and twisted me around and opened my ass cheeks and told them my ass was as well used as my cunt. 

Paula ranted again about how I let teen girls fuck me and how much I begged them to do it. She said a low life whore like me shouldn't be standing and to get on my hands and knees, I did. They attached a collar and leash and began leading me around. I crawled after them. They'd walk faster and I lost my balance and toppled over. Paula called me a clumsy bitch and get back on hand and knees and keep up with them. While she led me around, Corinna whipped my ass, yelling at me to crawl faster. She'd hit my swaying tits with the crop, my slit, my legs, feet, everything until i was stinging all over. 

Paula went back to my weakness for black teen girls and berated me for what she'd seen me do to Deanna, Jamey and the other girls and how they tied me up and fucked me and I craved them. She bet if a teen girl walked in right now, I'd be on my knees, shameless begging for her cunt. She slapped me until I said I would. Jane said she could not imagine anyone being so desperate and sinful. I winced at her characterization. 

In an attitude of total cockiness, Paula said seeing is believing, raised her voice and said "Farrah, come here." In a split second, this young black girl came through the doorway. I about croaked. She was drop dead gorgeous, slim hips and well developed legs, ass and breasts. dressed in a micro mini, sheer blouse and stilettos. Her hair was straightened and hung belong her shoulders. Paula introduced her as an 18 year old associate. I was stunned, the atmosphere in the room was electric. Farrah looked at me and asked if this was the slut who wanted to suck her. I was speechless. She posed mockingly, shifting her hips around, twirling the ends of her hair, licking her lips, sticking her tongue out at me then said why didn't I come to her, that she'd heard about me.  

Corinna had me crawl to Farrah then handed her the leash. She shamelessly showed me her pussy and told me to get my tongue in there or did I prefer to skip the pussy and go straight to the back door. She slapped me and said which is it, bitch, cunt or ass. Before I could answer, she pulled my face into her cunt long enough for me to get a good taste of her sweetness then hiked a leg up on a chair so I could get to her ass. She told me to tongue it. I knew she was no amateur at this. I tongued her and heard Jane shout that I was disgusting. By now Farrah had her hands in my hair controlling my face and moving it back and forth from her ass to her pussy. I heard Jim shouting, encouraging me on.

I didn't need encouragement, I found her as fragrant, intoxicating and mysterious as anyone I'd been with.  I had my fingers in her cunt, my tongue on her pinkness then she reached down and spread the folds back from her clit and began rubbing. This sex continued until she grunted and sprayed me with her squirt and came. I lapped her like no one else watching. When she ebbed she said I was a decent whore and a worthwhile fuck. I knelt there with her cumm on my face and her squirt oozing over my hair, face and upper body like warm liquid jello. 

Paula put a strappy on Farrah with a dildo so long it dangled halfway down her legs. To me it looked about the size of my forearm.          

Paula and Corinna wrapped black nylon cuffs on my ankles and wrists then clamped my left wrist to my left ankle, then my right wrist to my right ankle. I was still on my knees. They wrapped hemp rope around my tits until they resembled two oranges and tied the rope behind my neck then pushed me to the floor. That left me sort of hunched over in a ball position with my face at the floor, and ass and cunt exposed. They began whipping my ass, and upper back, occasionally hitting my cunt and the sides of my tits. My ass was toward the clients. Then they told me to crawl like a bug. I didn't know how I'd do it. But they whipped my ass until I tried to move. I found that if I put my forehead on the floor, I could wiggle my legs enough to inch forward slowly, they whipped me and told me to do it faster. They kept calling me a low life bitch and to move my skanky overfucked ass. Somehow I did this awkward bug like crawling motion until I'd crawled about five feet then had to crawl back where I started. They whipped me the entire time until I was exhausted and on the verge of tears. They made me try to crawl again but this time I toppled over on my side. Paula shoved me with her feet until I was on my back, legs splayed open. She whipped my cunt, called me a sorry ass bitch and rolled me back to my knees.

Farrah knelt behind me and told me to get my ass up as high as I could. As soon as I did she lubed my hole again and eased her strappy in me. I screamed. Corinna knelt in front of me, raised her skirt, pulled my hair to raise my head and told me to suck her. Farrah kept easing the strappy deeper into my ass until I cried. This lasted a few minutes until Paula said fhey needed a better position. 

She moved the lamp off the end table. So help me, Paula, who is strong as an ox, got on one side of me, Corinna and Farrah on the other side if me, and lifted me off the floor and on to the table on my back. That gave them the freedom they needed. Corinna again pressed her cunt against my face while Farrah shoved the dildo back into my ass. I screamed into her pussy. Paula used the crop on my tits and tummy. She yelled that an 18 year old girl, a total stranger, was taking my ass in front of two whiteys.  I was in pain everywhere. Jane was shouting to fuck the damn dirty whore. I brought Corinna off. For a moment everything stopped while they switched positions. Paula had the strappy and went back into my ass, this time deeper until I felt like it was halfway up me. Corinna put clover clamps one nipples and tugged  them unmercifully while she hit my tits. Farrah was back over my face demanded another cumm from a white tongue. My mind was total confusion. I was crying,moaning and slobbering all over myself, Jane was yelling "fuck her, fuck her, fuck the dirty whore!" (What I didn't know at that time was she was frigging herself off.) They switched positions and swapped the dildo to Corinna who pounded my ass while I sucked Paula until she came all over my face. 

They asked the couple if they wanted to use me. Jane said she wouldn't touch a filthy bitch like me with a ten foot pole but Jim came over and stuck his cock in my mouth. He was hard as a rock and held my hair while I sucked him until he came in my mouth and over my face. I didn't know an older guy could cumm so much. Corinna was still fucking my ass while I sucked him. 

She withdrew. My ass was gaping wide open. The man tried to fuck my ass but he'd already spent his load and couldn't get it up again. 

Paula hadn't allowed me to cumm. Now she asked me if I wanted to. Half out of my mind, I pleaded yes then begged for it. She got a strappy with a different dildo, a thick knobby shaft which she poked into my cunt, slowly at first, then picked up the pace and rammed me until I came, crying and screaming and slobbering like some mindless fuck toy. 

Paula spread a plastic curtain liner on the floor. They lifted me off the table and put me on my knees and forehead so I was centered on the liner. Paula pissed on me, then Corrine and Farrah followed.

 

Paula asked Jim and Jane if they wanted anything else, the woman said I was well worth the money and she felt they were satisfied. But Jim said he'd love to see a whore strung up, he'd always fantasized about it. Paul's said it's your money, if you pay extra, we'll do anything you want. He agreed. Jane seemed pissed, though.

Corinna removed my cuffs, untied my tits. Paula led everybody into the room at the end of the hall, a place I didn't see on my other visit. The room was small, average bedroom size, but filled with devices. She referred to it as her special room. She put suspension cuffs on my wrists and hooked them to two chains dangling from the ceiling. Jim eyed me for a long time then came up and played with my tits and rubbed my cunt. He pulled his cock out and tried to get it hard. Jane said that enough, don't touch her, she a dirty whore. Paula gave him a dildo and told him to use that. He stuck in my cunt and fucked me. He told me I was beautiful and wished he had me.  Jane said he was an idiot. She picked up a short whip and flailed me and called me a damn disgusting whore. They walked out of the room with Paula, Farrah and Corrine. 

A few minutes later Paula came back in and told me they were going out for dinner and they'd be back. I asked what about me, they said I'd stay like I was until they got back. I would be safe because the room would be locked as well as the front door. She said I needed to absorb what happened and fully realize people had just paid to see me abused. She did lower the chains until my wrists were at shoulder level. That helped.

Somehow I understood what she meant. I reflected on what happened, how jane had called me disgusting a dozen times and how Jim had relished in my torment. Somehow all that made me feel extremely low and  the word "whore" took on a new meaning. 

Paula returned alone in about an hour with take out for me. She released me, rubbed me and told me she was extremely proud of me. She also gave me my cut of the evenings proceedings. I showered and joined her at the table, devoured some lasagna and wine then joined her in bed somewhere close to midnight. .  

This morning she said I was with her clients for about 4 hours. They'd paid handsomely, including tips. She said regardless of what Jane said in front of me, I turned her on as much as I did Jim and I might be sucking her pussy sometime in the future. 

I'm also quite well marked with rope burns around my tits, up by my collarbones no back of my neck. Some minor wrists burns from the nylon cuffs and multiple marks over my body from the whippings with various things. My butt is seriously sore and also well whipped. Paula says she intended that so anyone who sees me may be asking how I got all those marks.,

It's about 80 today, Paula has me in a causal, scooped neck, sleeveless mini dress, very short, no bra, red thong, and heels. She's planned this well; when I bend over my tits are quite visible and also my ass and the hint of the red thong. We're leaving shortly for the laundromat. Farrah is joining us.  

I love you ...

Mar 28, 2014: MW and Louise

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.