After helping Louise around the house on Saturday, MW floated in
around 5:30, told Louise to get me ready for the party. Louise directed me to a
bathroom, gave me an enema and told me to start my get ready routine - shower, hair,
nails, etc. She came back a little later
with some wine and told me Mw would fetch me at 7:30 and to remain naked. After
finishing my nails, I waited until Mw entered. She inspected me, had me
exaggerate my make up more, then told me the party would take place at another
location. Puzzled, I wanted to ask why but didn't. She gave me a long knit coat
and told me to follow her downstairs. She picked up a large bag and we went to
her car, me barefooted, clutching the coat around me.
We drove about 15 minutes in silence to street where older two
story houses, judging from the signs out front, had been converted into
offices. We entered a paved driveway, parked in back, and walked to the front
porch of this house that had a faded sign of a dance academy. She unlocked the door, turned off the
security system and motioned me upstairs to a vacant room She pointed to a
bathroom and told me to pee if I needed to. She took my coat, said she'd be
back and locked the door behind her.
Nervous and naked,
I waited. Within a few minutes, I heard commotion and voices downstairs, which
became louder as time passed. The door to my upstairs room opened and Cynthia
entered, dressed in leather jean styled pants, boots and a black shirt and
black leather western styled hat, Mw behind her with the bag she'd brought.
There was no, “hey,
hello, fuck you, bitch, aren’t you glad to see me or anything”. Just her menacing
look. Mw laid out the items from the bag … some of my lingerie and three pairs
of my heels. Cynthia examined everything then said she still wanted me naked
but I could put on the black patent leather peep toe stilettos. I did so. She
cuffed my wrists behind me with a serious set of thick metal cuffs, bent me
over and lubed my ass then inserted a butt plug. Her leash and collar around my
neck completed my attire. She told me I now belong to her. I didn't know
whether that mean for the evening, a day or how long. Mw only smiled as Cyn
gagged me with a ball gag, fingered me briefly then carefully led me downstairs.
They led me
into a spacious room packed with probably 20 people. Eyes feasted on me
and every ripple and dimple of my naked 54-year-old body fully on display. I
knew my nipples were aroused, my cunt oozed, my walk accentuated by the high
heels and plugged ass and the drool seeping from my gagged mouth. I was
horrified beyond words and tugged at the cuffs.
The sight was beyond my imagination. The crowd comprised of
mostly black women and an odd assortment of a few white men and women and a
couple of black men. I searched for familiar faces and found Lorraine, Roxy and
Gretchen, a woman I'd been with at a previous Mw party. The rest of the people
were complete strangers.
I took stock of the room, obviously the main room of the former
dance studio, four mirrored walls, ballet bars and a cushioned floor. At one
end they'd set up a bar and some food. There was a table of restraints, devices
and toys, some ropes hanging from hooks in the ceiling, another table and an
assortment of a metal folding chairs and portable outdoor chairs. Some of the
crowd dressed in street clothes, some in fetish attire.
Cynthia told
the room that normally she'd just fucked old whores until they begged for mercy
(there was some knowing laughter at those words). However, since I'd dissed her
twice last weekend by calling her ma’am instead of sir, she intended to punish
and humiliate me for my stupidity in front of her friends, members of a BDSM
group from her area she'd brought here for the evening to witness this. My
heart sank as they cheered. Mw quieted the laughter with a wave of her hand,
saying that she'd loaned her property to Cynthia who knew the rules and was
totally in charge of the evening; her role was merely to enjoy watching her
property used.
Cynthia began
by calling me a stupid old whore, slapping me a few times and spitting in my
face. She took her time, slowly walking
around, pointing out imperfections in my 54-year-old body then focused on my
nipples, commenting on how long and thick they were. She pulled and flicked
them and said that by the end of the evening, my nipples would probably hate me.
From her pocket, she took a small piece of fine grit sandpaper and lightly
sanded my nipples to make them super sensitive. I winced; no one has ever done
that to me. She stroked my oozing cunt several
times and pointed out to her friends that even knowing I would fucked up, my
cunt couldn’t help but give me away. She toying with the plug, began spanking
my ass, first with her hand, then with a leather paddle, telling her friends
that my roller coaster ride of punishment and humiliation was about to
begin.
She wound leather
cords around the base of my tits until they resembled two oranges in shape and
size, knotted the cord tightly and left about a 5-6 feet length dangling free
from each tit. She sandpapered my nipples again then attached clover clamps and
weights. I audibly groaned which brought a smile to her face. She wound a thicker
leather cord around my waist, knotted it in back, snugged it tightly against my
butt plug then through my cunt, threaded it to a small loop dangling about four
inches from the waist cord and tossed the rest to the floor. Then she selected
three black women and a chubby white girl (later I found out chubby was also
her slave) to come forward. She told them to drag this old whore around and
show her off. She gave the three black women the rope leads to my cunt and
tits. Cynthia hit my ass with a crop several times then gave the crop to the
white girl and told them to get going. They began pulling me in an
uncoordinated series of jerks and tugs while the other one swatted my ass. I
stumbled after them struggling to maintain my balance. I'd respond to the
harshest tug, taking a few steps in that direction until another tug,
particularly at my tits, forced me in another direction. I shrieked into the
gag while doing everything I could to stumble behind then in my stilettos. They
led me around the room in front of everybody, letting about everybody there to
stroke, pinch and slap me. Cyn didn’t hurry any of this then told them to lead
me outside. They led me out the front door, across the porch, down the driveway
and into the parking lot behind the house. The rest of the crowd, including Mw,
followed to witness this spectacle. I pleaded through the gag.
Within minutes of being outside, everything worked against me.
Their constant tugging in different directions in the darkness became more
disorienting; I felt like a puppet on a string, really driving home the feeling
of them controlling my movements. What made it worse was trying to stay
balanced on my stilettos and the disorienting effect of the plug in my ass.
Added to that was the physical torment of the rope cutting into my cunt, my
tied tits being yanked and the pain in my nipples from the clamps and weights. But
what intensified everything was the cold night air. That night I knew the temps
would dip to the mid-40s and by this time of the evening, probably somewhere close
to 10:00, certainly it was down into the 50s. The drool that oozed down my
upper body chilled in the night air. But what really got to me was that
Cynthia, in my mind, deliberately calculated this combination of mental and
physical torments to keep me off balance. There was no way I could stop it. It
was ten times worse than being whipped or spending time in a cage.
All of them were
obviously having a riotous evening at my expense and their laughter and
comments were nonstop. Several of them touched my cunt. The only act of
compassion was every so often they’d remove the clamps, which were initially
pinching the top and bottom of my nipples. but about a minute later, they’d reapply
them so they pinched the sides of my nipples and off we’d go again, dragging me
around the parking lot behind the house, delighting in my peril, or so it
seemed to me. Cynthia had me pee in front of them.
After countless trips around the parking lot they looked for
other diversions. Behind the parking lot was a train track and beyond that,
woods. They attempted to take me up to the train track but the terrain was too
rough. The adjoining houses were also businesses so there wasn't anybody there
late on a Saturday night.
Cynthia told
them to take me down the driveway to the sidewalk adjacent to the street and
march me up and down. They did and paraded me up the sidewalk the distance of
several houses. To most cars that passed it probably looked like a bunch of
people talking a walk. However, others actually slowed down considerably and
some of those turned around and drove back by slowly. Catcalls, a few WTFs and
other choice words ensued. That freaked me out because I didn't know what they’d
actually do. Cynthia pulled me over to
one car and told the guys that I was her whore and this was my initiation; now
that they’d seen me, get the fuck out of the road. They left. This happened
again when a middle-aged couple stopped. The man tried to touch me but she said
she’d break his arm if he did. I was petrified. Finally, they led me back down
the sidewalk. By now my nipples and cunt
were in excruciating pain from the ropes and my stumbling and disorientation
was more pronounced, especially coming back up the driveway before they led me
shivering back into the house.
Inside they
gave me two shots of brandy to warm me. Cynthia took the clamps off; I shrieked.
She removed the gag and laughed how
stupid I looked strolling around the neighborhood and wondered how many people
really got a good look. Also she noticed my wet cunt told her this got me going;
she wasn't through humiliating me and that I'd take anything she wanted to do. She
told me to lick her boots. I struggled to my knees, bent forward and licked her
boots then she ordered me to lick the soles of both. She ordered one of the other black women to
remove all the restraints except the handcuffs. Then she unzipped her pants,
took her girl cock out and had me kneel and suck it. For a while, I sucked her
cock then she started fucking my mouth, telling me to get it all juicy because
it was going in my ass next.
And indeed, it did. She threw me face down over the bare table,
legs apart and on the floor, then slid the butt plug out of my ass and had me
lick it. Her comments on an old whore sucking ass cock were nonstop. She
spanked my butt again before sliding her girl cock up my ass in little thrusts
until she buried the thing in me. She gave more little thrusts until I
screamed. When I quieted, she started fucking me again, spitting on my ass and
slapping it. She was an expert but that didn't make it any less painful. She'd
do short strokes, then slide it halfway out then ram me again and start all
over. This went on until I cried.
When she'd had all the fun she wanted from my ass, I again sucked
her girl cock clean and thanked her. Her verbal about a whore sucking dirty
cock was atrocious. She removed my cuffs and told me to open the zipper in her
leather pants all the way. The zipper extended under her crotch and up to the waistband
in back; unzipping it completely exposed her ass slit. She had me spread her
cheeks and kiss her ass because I wasn't worthy of her pussy yet. I pulled her cheeks
apart and kissed her ass. She reached between her legs, grabbed my leash then
tugged my face solidly against her ass and told me to bury my tongue. The room
fell silent and the only sound was of me sucking her hole. I penetrated her
ring and tongued her, which sent her into soft moans of pleasure.
She summoned one
of the girls who helped pull me around, a younger black girl named Junie, who
was Cynthia's submissive. Junie shamelessly stripped naked revealing a somewhat
thick, but shapely and well-built upper body, back and arms, small breasts, smooth
pussy, a gorgeous ass and legs. She also had piercings everywhere, eyebrows,
nipples and labia. She was beautiful. Junie seductively had me suck her breasts
then her pussy. I tongued her to an orgasm then she leaned over the table and I
dutifully kissed her ass. Her hole was gorgeous. I got lost in the
youthfulness. For a brief moment, all the torment vanished from my mind, knowing
that I was licking the ass of Cynthia’s slave made me feel good.
That ended abruptly.
Cynthia turned me over to another friend who'd pulled me around, a tall,
slender, athletic black woman named Ashley. (I later found out she's a domme in
training under Cynthia and a former college basketball player.) She wasn't
sadistic but more of a total type A personality. She removed her black mini,
threw me to the floor and wrestled me around until she had her calves under my
back and her ankles tightly crossed and her upper thighs locked against my head
and her pussy against my mouth. She pulled my hair and wrestled me from side to
side. I couldn’t break away from her and thrashed around on the floor
helplessly grunting and struggling, knocking my stilettos off in the struggle,
my mouth never able to leave her pussy and her hands constantly entwined in my
hair. She mocked my futile struggles while I ate her. She brutally rode my face,
using my entire face as an object to get herself off. When she came, she
screamed out her orgasm and squirted on me. She rose slightly and slapped my
face again then quickly jumped around so she was facing my body, smashed her
ass over my face, bounced up and down on me while I licked her. I was
completely overpowered. Though I wasn’t tied, there was nothing I could do
except take it and suck her hole. She came again. When she got off, I was
wasted and lay there splayed out on the floor gasping for breath.
After lying
there a few minutes, Cynthia and Ashley dragged me over to where the two ropes
dangled from hooks in the ceiling. They roped my wrists individually and
hoisted me to my feet, my arms splayed out above me. They left me displayed
like while various members of the group idly passed by, some touching me. Mw
told me she knew I was tired but to keep going and I was making her look good.
She, Cynthia and Ashley talked for a while. Cynthia got in my face and told me they
had something special for me and if I was a good girl, they might give me a
cumm. Up until that point, they hadn’t allowed me to. She took a short leather
strap and hit me about 10-12 times then told Ashley to release me. When she
did, I slumped to the floor.
Ashley picked
me up and held my arms against my back. Cynthia approached me with a roll of clear
plastic cling wrap with a handle on one end, the kind of wrap moving companies use
to wrap or cover furniture and stuff when you move. The label it said 10” by
1000’. She removed the label and started wrapping me from my shoulders to my
hips. Nobody has ever used this on me before nor had I ever thought about it.
But in about two minutes Cynthia had me wrapped as securely as any ropes ever
did. The feeling was out of this world freaky.
Junie found my
stilettos and put them on me. Cynthia
pushed me toward the front door, out across the porch and to the driveway.
Again, the whole group followed. By this time it was well after midnight and
colder. Along the driveway, there is a lamppost about 10 feet from the street
and sidewalk. They pushed my back against the post and turned me to face the
street. Cynthia started with the cling wrap again, this time wrapping me
against the post from my neck to my ankles until I was literally a cocoon and
unable to move a muscle. She then took a pair of flat scissors and cut the
cling wrap around my tits so they were sticking out and cut a larger hole
around my cunt. She and some of the others played with my tits and pussy. I was
shaking, as much from the eroticism as the cold.
She sent Ashley
back to the house; within an instant, the light on the post came on. I
screamed. The other people were laughing their butts off. The light went off,
then back on, then off. Cynthia asked me if I wanted to cumm, I earned it but
it would be more meaningful to her if someone driving by witnessed me getting
off.
I begged her
no; she told me my cunt said otherwise.
She told me that
she grooved on exhibition and if I was going to be around her, I’d better
process that positively. Mw walked over, put her arm around Cynthia, said that
was a wonderful idea and asked if I really want to deny a domme one of her
greatest pleasures. I told Mw “no Ma'am, I didn’t”. Again Cynthia stated her
position, how meaningful it was to her to watch her slave get off publicly.
Somewhere out of nowhere, I replied that I won’t deny a domme her pleasure,
please do as you wish. I had tears in my eyes when I said it. She patted my
cheek and said she thought I’d see it her way. She told Ashley to turn the
light back on.
Illuminated
fully, Cynthia played with me using a vibe. Ashley and a few others were by the
street; the rest of them scattered by the driveway close to the post. I saw
headlight approaching and Ashley flagging the car. She talked to them briefly
then the car left. She said they were the wrong kind of people. The next car
that Ashley flagged down a few minutes later was more productive. Four very
tipsy teen girls got out. When they realized what was happening, they went
berserk. One asked if it was some kind of prank. Ashley told them this is what
life is about. Another car stopped. Two guys, somewhat older, stopped to see
what was going on. After some talk, Cynthia started frigging me. I started
moaning. The girls asked me why I did this. I told them I’m a slave. One girl
said I looked like her aunt. Cynthia called everyone around me both her people
and the strangers. Some of Cynthia’s women touched my tits, I moaned, softly
then louder. I begged and cried something like, oh gawd, please, let me cumm.
When i couldn’t hold it any longer, I came and squirted. Mw told me to make
Cynthia happy. I had a series of orgasms before I ebbed. Then I peed in front
of everybody.
Ashley sent our
visitors on their way. She and Junie cut me free from the cling wrap and the
post. A couple of others helped me back in the house and into a folding chair.
I cried. Mw and Roxy rubbed me. Mw told me to thank Cynthia and her group,
particularly Ashley and Junie. I hugged
all three of them. Cynthia wanted me to come see her and Roxy sometime. Mw said
I would. People started filtering out. Lorraine and Gretchen
complimented Mw and Cynthia for a great evening. I put my coat on and we left
there about 1:30 in the morning.
I’ll tell you about the aftermath in a
later writing; this one is long enough. My love, e
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