I arrived Sunday afternoon
dressed to the nines as Mw had instructed me. Previously she indicated that her
hubby and some clients were at the Super Bowl and she would have a few friends
over, not so much to watch the game but just as an excuse to get together and
use me.
Louise met me at the door. It was
the first time I've seen her in about two months. As usual, she didn’t say much
but her smirky grin and giggles left me a little bit puzzled. She led me into
the main room where MW and her friends sat. Mw greeted me warmly. But it was
odd; she said something like …and of course these are some other friends that
I’d get to know later. I turned to the three other women and introduced myself.
None introduced themselves. One of them said … yes we know who you are.
(I’m not stupid enough to think I’m
here to put on a Mary Kay party, I know why I’m there, but I really try to be
cordial and polite with Mw’s friends but I really got the disdainful snooty
looks from these three.)
Mw told me to refresh their
drinks and I did my hostess server routine. As I’ve learned from her, I
don’t sit unless she tells me too and this time, she had me stand beside her
chair. She began her devilish talk about me and how I'd served before and my
penchant for abuse and humiliation, a tactic she frequently uses. As she talked, she motioned me toward the
center of the gathering and said something nonchalantly like “eve normally
doesn’t have clothes on this long, I think it’s time to undress.”
I did. Of all the things I
learned from Lisa, 7-8 years ago, was that she did teach me how to strip;
either sexily, or seductively or coyly; after all, it was her occupation. I did
the seductive strip down to heels and thigh highs. The new women made snide
comments about the features and flaws of my body, and said things I hear from
time to time like “Jezebel, whore, disgusting white trash, etc.” Mw had me
repeat my mantra of being a white whore whose purpose was to serve back women
and ask them to use me unconditionally.
Mw suggested that we move the
party downstairs to the playroom. Louise leashed me and pulled me out of the
room, down the stairs and into the dungeon. The women followed some of them
slapping my ass. From the expressions on the faces of the three new women, they
hadn't seen this elaborate playroom before. Mw explained that I was quite at
home down here. After the newer women satisfied their curiosity of the room and
the equipment, Mw expressed her opinion that my true self came out when her “friends”
severely used me. Talk ensued back-and-forth between all of them, none of the
comments directed at me but about me as if I were not present. I listened to
all this, my cunt throbbing, getting wetter and more anticipatory by the
minute. Deep inside me, I suspected Mw had dragged this thing out so long,
well over an hour, knowing it would make me ravenous.
She specifically asked me to tell
the group how I felt. I said I was here to serve them, that I desperately
needed this and I'd passed the point of caring what they did. One woman, middle
aged, somewhat plump with huge breasts popping out the top of her sweater, but
very attractive, asked me … so you get off on this sick shit. I told her I did.
She ranted about historical slavery, them being maids and scrub women to rich
whites, etc. She concluded with abusing a honky whore didn’t bother her and as
long as I got her counchie off she’d fuck me up until hell freezes.
They discussed how to “do the whore.”
Mw hinted that they, the guests, would make suggestions as to how I would be used
and Louise would do the tying and the initial beating. The women quickly bought into this. Mw
whispered something to Louise who went to a cabinet and selected a variety of
toys.
Louise first gagged me with a
ring gag. She bent me forward with my ass toward the group and talked about
humiliating my ass. She inserted an inflatable butt plug and let them pump it
up. She laughed at me, asked how that felt and called me a skanky ass ‘ho. By
then I was drooling. Next, she tied my
upper arms tightly against my back so that my elbows were probably about 7-8
inches apart. She positioned my wrists at the top of my hipbone, cuffed each
wrist then ran a rope between the cuffs, snuggling my wrists against my body
about 10-12 inches apart. She prodded me in front of the women and told them my
cunt was theirs to use. All of them fingered me, raked fingernails over me and
twisted my nipples.
Then she did something I’ve never
experienced. She put foam earplugs into my ears then put a set of wireless
headphones over my ears. I couldn't hear anything; that freaked me and
intensified my anxiety. I could see them talking to one another, gesturing and
giggling but couldn't hear what they were saying.
Mw whispered to her again. Louise
wrapped ropes around my upper body, above and below my tits, a rope from the
lower tit rope across my shoulders and tied it to the middle of the elbow rope,
causing my tits to flop over the lower rope. Again, she paraded me to each
woman. This time they inserted toys in and out of my cunt, slapped my face and
tits and became far more abusive. I was drooling and uttering groans of excitement
and pain, totally in subspace by then.
Louise paused. There was a lot of
conversation that I couldn’t hear, apparently about what to do next. They'd
also got more wine, nibbled on some munchies, in no obvious hurry because I
wasn't going anywhere. The effect on me was mental anguish to the max because
it reinforced that I was theirs.
Louise resumed and got a large
pitcher from behind the bar and set on the floor. She pointed to it and pushed
me to my knees until I was squatting over the pitcher. I could see her mouth
move, slowing forming words I couldn’t hear but the implication was clear: pee
in the pitcher. Embarrassed as hell, tears in my eyes and drool seeping all
over my body, I peed in front of the women while they rolled in what must have
been side splitting laugher, judging by their body mannerisms. When I finished,
Louise took the pitcher back to the bar and returned.
She tied another rope from the
center of the elbow rope, down through my ass slit, pulled it tightly into my
cunt and tied it off to the rope connected my wrists. I was going fucking crazy
by then. She finished by tying a rope above my left knee, over to my right
knee, leaving my knees about a foot apart. As such, I could walk, but only take
shuffling baby steps.
My cunt already soaked the crotch
rope. I was in lala land and crazed as if I'd passed through subspace and come
out the other side in a state of submissive bliss.
Tied as I was, my hands were
still able to be of service. Louise put an empty glass in my right hand and
pointed to a table where the wine bottles were. I clearly got the implication,
even more so when she slapped my ass with a paddle. Shuffling to the
table while they laughed their asses off, I put the glass on the bar, poured
wine into the glass and returned to the woman who’d given me the lecture on
historical slavery. She took the glass, pinched my cunt lips and pointed to the
woman sitting beside her. Again, I did this hobbled walk to the bar, returned
with wine, got my ass slapped and repeated this humiliating process until I'd
refilled each woman's wine glass. One woman tossed her glass at me and told me
to bring her another. After a while it was them making me hobble around so they
could insult me and spank my ass.
Louise approached me with
something in her hand. The laughing look on her face was the last thing I saw
as she snugged a blindfold over my eyes and wrapped tape over it and the
headphones.
I freaked. I could not see nor
hear nor speak, only drool and make unintelligent sounds through the ring gag. I
felt like half my senses didn’t belong to me; they controlled them. I’m used to
women controlling my body but my sight, hearing and speech all at the same time
is totally freaky. They pushed me around until I was dizzy and disoriented,
constantly grabbing at my tits and cunt. they pushed me against a wall and
someone inserted a vibe in my cunt and left it there until I had one of the
most intense orgasms I’ve experienced. I barely recovered before they walked me
several steps and draped me, tummy down, over what I perceived to be the half
barrel, a piece of equipment I've been over at least twice before. They untied elbows
and wrists but retiued my wrists to the front support legs of the barrel, then
untied my knee rope, spread my legs and retied my ankles wide apart, presumable
to the frame that supports the barrel. They untied the crotch rope, took the
inflatable plug out of my ass then lubed my gaping asshole. I knew what
was coming.
One of them started fucking my ass. Someone
beat my ass. I don’t know who or if it was the same person or different ones, though
I suspect the latter, but it kept going, presumably until every one of them
fucked me. It was unhurried but vengeful and spaced out over an extended period.
I was gurgling screams and drool out of the ring gag, especially when someone
caned my lower buttocks. One of them stood in front of me, pulled my head back
and had me lick her hairy pussy. They didn’t spare my cunt either and whipped
it until I came again. I cried tears into the blindfold. They also whipped my
upper back and shoulders.
Louise pulled the blindfold off and removed
the headphones and earplugs. and
unbuckled the ring gag. Having all my senses back shocked me at first and I
focused on seeing and hearing again while she unbuckled the ring gag. All I
heard was a barrage of trash talk and one woman calling me a dirty Jezebel.
They untied my ankles and wrists from the barrel frame and literally carried me
to a mat on the floor. One naked woman pounced on my face and I started sucking
her pussy. It became a combination of someone over my face, someone fucking my
cunt and the others holding me. It didn’t matter; I had no will to resist.
Everybody was naked except for Mw who stood over me fully clothed, regal and
smiling. Amidst shouts and derogatory talk, one woman, Arleisa, pissed on me. They fucked and whipped my cunt and my still
bound tits enough to make me feel pain that almost matched my beaten ass. When
they finished fucking my cunt and I’d eaten all of them off at least once, plus
tongued a couple of asses, the other two women and Louise pissed on my face and
body. To add insult, Louise dumped the pitcher of my piss from earlier in the
session all over my face and hair.
I lay there, my ass and cunt raw and drenched
in piss. The woman who lectured me on slavery, think her name was Jaleesa,
kicked me twice and told me to get up. I rolled over and got to my hands and
knees. She spit in my face and told me to stick my tongue in her nigga ass
again, that she didn’t get enough. I just said, “yes Ma'am” and did it. I
sucked her ass for a long time and played with her clit until she came again. About
the last thing she said to me was that I was everything she paid for and more
and she’d see me again.
Louise had me clean up the piss which I
expected. One of the women, Zanthia, said she’d like
to see me again provided she could beat me to her hearts content. Mw said it
was no problem that soon I’d be hers on an extended basis.
The guests dressed and left. It was about
10:30. Mw told me to shower then come to her bedroom. It was close to 11:00p
when I got there and I was dead tired. She admired the marks on my body and
said she was pleased with how I performed. She pulled me into bed and had me
lick her off. I wanted to ask her about this arrangement to be there on a long-term
basis but I know better.
The following morning, she left to do some
business and gave me to Louise. I called in sick to my part time job; I was too
sore and beaten to make any kind of an appearance anyway. I spend part of the day in bed with her. She
knew I was too sore to fuck so I mostly sucked her off when she wanted it. I
also thanked her for giving me the beating and setting the tone for the other
women. I left around 6:00 to go back to Molly's.
Later that night, Mw called to check on me.
She told me these “friends” were the wives of her hubby’s clients that he took
to the super bowl. t’s a strange setup. I also asked about this thing
of me coming down for an extended time. She said that will happen when it’s
supposed to, that I’ll be told when and not to ask again. That is all I know.
My love, e
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