Apr 26, 2015; The Match

This craziness, a wrestling match between me and Karen, was a direct result of a long video Jody sent that featured a wrestling match between two young women, one black, one white, that ended with the white woman thoroughly besting and humiliating the black woman. Both Jody and Molly concluded that would never be the case in real life and decided I'd have to wrestle Karen to reverse this nonsense. Keep in mind that Karen is about 30 years younger than me. Nonetheless, this crazy idea came to fruition on Sunday April 26th.   

The afternoon went quite well by Molly's standards. Sheryl and I knew that Karen was coming and bringing a friend. Our surprise was that it was Jamey though Marianne seemed well clued in on that. We were dressed in lingerie, hose, heels, sheer robes, what I call tastefully slutty. After warm hugs and remarks among everybody, drinks and snacks, Molly kept the conversation flowing and frequent exchanged whispers with Karen which somewhat puzzled me. In short order, the doorbell rang. Molly told her mom to answer the door, it was probably for her. I tagged along behind Sherrie and to my total surprise, there stood two back women who I immediately recognized as  Karen’s friend, Erica, and her mom, Jill, neither of whom I’d seen in nearly two years. I was stunned. Jill looked at Sherrie like she was staring at sin itself, introduced herself and said they were here for the party. I about flipped out and Sheryl was speechless. Molly took charge and invited them in.

 

The gist of this whole thing was, Erica and Marianne attend the same college, not the same one Molly goes to, and know each other casually. Marianne sometimes mentions in conversation a black girl, Erica, but neither Molly nor I had put the twos and twos together that it’s the same Erica I’ve fucked. But in planning this little event, Molly wanted someone else besides Jamey to keep her mom jumping and humiliated and told Karen that. They went through Karen’s litany of friends and Erica’s name kept popping up. Molly brought Marianne into the loop and had her ask Erica if she knew me and was she a friend of Karen. The connection was made and Molly, Marianne and Karen quickly pounced on the idea of having Erica be the mystery guest. Then Erica, when she found out I’d be present, said her mom still wanted to see me again. So through Marianne’s conniving with Molly’s blessing, they both became the mystery guests.  

 

All of us went back to the family room again for more conversation, drinks and snacks.  Sheryl was visibly nervous and I wasn’t too far from that. I didn’t know how this would ever work out but Jill, who is one classy well-bred professional lady told Sheryl she had nothing to fret about; she knew the lay of the land and her relationship with Erica was just as intimate as hers was with Molly. Jill kissed Sheryl and told her she, too, was living the life. That calmed Sherrie. And I know that to be a fact, that they’re lovers without the hierarchy of one being in servitude to the other.

 

When we’d gotten rid of all the butterflies and Sheryl’s perception that her secret of being Molly’s slut was out in the open in front of another woman, things calmed down.

 

Molly then ushered all of us down to the rec room where I'd previously assembled an impromptu wrestling mat of yoga mats taped together. She was the perfect little mistress of ceremonies and kept everything flowing with conversation. Sheryl was slightly nervous about Jamey being there but didn't make too much of a fuss. Jamey sat against her on the wicker sofa. Marianne, Erica and Jill settled on the other. When Molly judged the time was ripe, she popped your video up on her laptop and projected it onto the TV. As we watched, she, and Karen, agreed no self-respecting black woman would let a white woman win a contest like this. Jill was in stitches. Halfway into the video all of us were laughing and talking like we’d known each other from the get go. Molly had me go to the sauna bathroom, shed the lingerie, and change into this string bikini. After I did, Karen used the bathroom to change into her bikini. 

 

Molly demanded three 8-minute rounds just like in the video. I knew where this would end and that I'd never last against Karen, but I joined her on the mat. Molly used her iPhone to time the rounds. We began. 

 

Karen had me pinned in probably about a minute and scissored her legs around my head, my face in her cunt. She’d let me up, then pin me again. Probably halfway through the first round, my bikini was gone and the match, if you could call if that, continued with me naked until the timer buzzed ending round one. 

 

Between rounds, I noticed Sherrie was fondling Jamey and Erica and Jill had Marianne sandwiched between them and were stealing kisses from her.

 

After a one minute break, we started round two. I was exhausted and sweating. I can't began to describe the holds or sequence of things but somewhere in round two she has me on my back, her pussy smashed over my face, me eating her while she had my legs pulled back, spanked my cunt and had her fingers up my cunt and ass until I came. She let me free and before I could get my breath, she had me pinned again and fingered me off again. I was useless and she literally wiped the floor with me. Her fingers going from my cunt to my mouth, mauling my tits, pulling my hair. You name it, she did it. She had me eat her off. 

 

Round three never really happened. Well, sort of. It started but she pinned me immediately, got rope from Molly and tied my wrists behind me and tied my ankles back against my thighs. She got the strappy and fucked me into next week then dragged me off the mat and told Marianne she wanted her next. Marianne demurred but Jill told her to for it and pushed her off the sofa.

 

Marianne was shaking. Molly told her to strip to bra and panties and get on the mat. A new match began, Karen not showing the least bit of fatigue. Marianne was pretty good at first. She gave Karen a battle for most of round one until Karen ripped her bra off. Jill was ecstatic at seeing Marianne’s boobs. Then she became protective of her big tits and Karen wrestled her into submission just before the buzzer sounded. When round two began, she pinned her and had her face in her pussy.  She pulled Marianne's panties off then went after Marianne's big tits like crazy. Marianne screamed that she gave up. Karen had her head locked between her thighs and had her eat her pussy. She then put the strappy back on and fucked her. 

 

From my vantage point, I watched Sheryl and Jamey. They were getting closer together, hotter by the minute, and Sheryl had her hands under Jamey's clothes, engaged in deep kissing. While Karen was fucking Marianne, Sheryl was letting Jamey undo her robe and unclasp her bra. She was hugging her, holding her and they were kissing nonstop. Jamey had on pink mesh nose and a micro mini which Sherrie had up around her waist. 

Meanwhile, Jill was leaning forward shouting at Karen to fuck that big boobed slut.

 

Karen had tied Marianne the same way that she tied me and started fucking her ass. It was hot. Marianne was lost in space. Karen stopped fucking her long enough to tie her tits; that's a huge weakness and turn on for Marianne, sort of her secret guilt if you follow me. To my knowledge, no black girl had ever taken her tits that way. She started fucking her again and had Marianne sobbing yet begging to be fucked more. 

 

Karen dragged Marianne over to where I was just off the mat, put me on my back and Marianne on top of me so we were in a 69 position. She told us to suck each other off, then she knelt so she had access to Marianne ass, right over my face, and started fucking her ass again. 

 

Jill had crawled off the sofa and was about 12” away from Marianne as she was getting fucked. Molly worked her way over to Erica and was making out with her. 

 

Sheryl seemed to want more privacy with Jamey and told everybody they were going upstairs to her bedroom and there were plenty of beds in the house for everybody to use if they got tired of making out on the sofas and floors.

 

And indeed that’s what happened. Jill immediately claimed Marianne, untied her legs and they went to her bedroom. Molly and Erica were half naked on the sofa so Karen untied me and we went to my bedroom.  Eventually Molly and Erica found their way to Molly’s bed. My bedroom is at a pretty good vantage point close to the top of the stairs and directly across the upstairs hall from Molly’s so I have a good idea of whose coming and going plus my door wasn’t shut. For about two hours the whole house was nothing but moaning and groaning. Karen was spanking and fucking me, Marianne was screaming her head off, Jill yelling that she wanted those tits. Then Karen and I saw Jill, naked as a baby, dragging Marianne into Molly’s bedroom. After a few minutes Karen and I slipped in to watch. Marianne was tied up, especially her huge tits, she was kneeling over Erica who was sucking her pussy while Jill was slapping and sucking Marianne’s tits. I have never seen Marianne so animated, so totally lost in subspace and cumming as much as she did.

 

When that scene finished, Molly took Jill and Erica downstairs to Sheryl’s bedroom and sent Jamey upstairs. That left me, Marianne, Karen and Jamey together and Jill and Erica behind closed doors with Sheryl and Molly. Just thinking about it made me ache. I ate Jamey and Karen fucked Marianne again and told her black girls would form a line around the block to play with those white tits.

 

Around 6:30 most of this wound down, at least in our upstairs slut room. We went down to Sherrie’s room, the door was locked and Molly said they’d be through in a few minutes, to go order a pizza. In case you didn’t know, pizza is Molly’s all-time favorite meal after she had fabulous sex. So I took charge of that and ordered pizzas and salad.

 

A few minutes later, the two mother daughter combo’s emerged, all half naked or barely clad. Sheryl, in a white lace open short robe, had this just fucked glow all over her body, quite a few love bites on her neck and tits, one fucked out swollen pussy and spank marks on her ass. I giggled. Jill was on cloud nine and acting like she was about 16 instead of mid-40’s.

 

We munched on pizza, talked a little bit then Karen and Jamey left around 8:00, mainly because of homework she had to do before class on Monday. Jill and Erica stayed until around 9:00 then after a lingering round of kisses, intense hugs and I love you’s, they left.

 

Sheryl just wanted to be alone then fall asleep. Somehow that seemed appropriate. I tended to Marianne whose tits were covered in small bruises. She cried in my arms about how naughty she’d been and how much she’d let go. I told her she’d needed this for a long time and not to be ashamed of anything she’d done but to relish it and when she was ready, to do it again. Marianne confessed that she’d always had the hots for Erica and now that she’d met Jill, she felt like she was in a dream.

 

There is little doubt in my mind that we’ll see a lot more of Jill and Erica. Sheryl digs professional, high class black women and Jill is all of that and then some. Plus both Jill and Erica seem to have this wild desire for Marianne’s abundant assets.

 

My love, e

April 11, 2015: Harper and Friends

Jody insisted that I see Harper, and reluctantly, I contacted her and asked for time with her. She chose what turned out to be an unusually hot, mid 80's temps, spring day for me to meet her in the shop. Knowing her, I'm sure that was intentional rather than accidental. Her greeting was perfunctory and she indicated that it would be just us; Diane, her partner and a public school teacher, was on spring break and flew to Connecticut to see her parents for the week. 

She immediately had me strip naked; I obeyed. Glancing at the toys, ropes and devices she'd laid out heightened my anxiety and she sensed it. She gave me a beer, told me sit with her a few minutes and get myself together. We shared a joint and talked briefly about inconsequential stuff before she shifted the conversation to my last visit here over four years ago, a scene that sent me running and avoiding her. She knew that deep inside of me, regardless of the shame she heaped on me back then, I must have wondered about being with her again. I told her that visit haunted me. She nodded that it stuck in her memory as one of the best she'd ever accomplished. She chuckled that there weren't many who could take what she had to offer when she was wound up but I came as close as anybody. She winked and promised me a taxing afternoon. Then she ordered me to stand. 

She started by tying ropes around the base of my tits and left 3-4 feet of extra rope dangling in front of my body. Next she tied a rope around my waist. She had me clasp my hands behind my head so that my upper arms were against the sides of my head, elbows pointed toward the ceiling, tied my wrists together at the nape of my neck. Then tied a rope from my wrists down the center of my back to the waist rope. That immobilized my arms. She stepped back to admire her work and said something like "yes, this will work". Next, She tied two ropes around the waist rope in front and positioned them so they were about 4-5 inches apart then ran the ropes down so they snugged tightly on each side of my cunt lips, pulled them under me and up the sides of my ass crack and tied them to the waist rope in back of me about 4-5 inches apart. 

Then she got wicked. She knotted two short ropes to the ropes that ran parallel to my ass crack and positioned the knots so they were in both sides of my asshole. She pulled those two short ropes tightly around the sides of my butt and tied them in front just above my cunt. The effect was that those two shorter ropes drew my butt cheeks apart and totally exposed my asshole. Once again she admired her work and smiled. Then she lubed my asshole and inserted the anal hook in my ass as far as she could. I winced audibly. She tied a rope from the ring on the upper end of the anal hook up to my wrists behind my neck. When she tightened it, the sensation in my ass was wretched. To finish off her artistry, she took the dangling ends of the ropes around my tits, ran them up over my collarbones and tied them securely to my wrists behind my neck. 

She stepped back and said "perfect!"

I was so fucked! I've never experienced anything like this and was shaking like a leaf. If I tried to relieve the tension on my upper arms, all I did was increase the tension of the anal hook in my hole and at the same time increase the tension of the ropes around my tits. 

She laughed at me and asked how I felt. I stammered out that I was scared, knowing that everything I had was so exposed and vulnerable. She said she wasn't through with me yet and called me a sick bitch. She roped each of my ankles individually then tied ropes between them so my ankles were about 12" apart. She said she didn't want to hear me complaining, inserted a ball gag in my mouth and buckled it behind my head. Now I was totally fucked.

She said this was too good not to share, called someone on her cell phone and told whoever was on the other end of the call to get her butt over here immediately if she wanted to see something funny as hell.  

She picked up a flogger and a crop and flailed my cunt until it was swollen and puffy, then whipped my tits, tummy, ass and thighs. I screamed into the gag and began drooling all over myself. She told me to walk around and as I did the tension and pressure increased. As I walked she whipped me and laughed as she did it. She asked if I was in pain, I nodded. She said that's what she intended. 

In a few minutes I heard a motorcycle pull up in her gravel driveway and footsteps crunching across the gravel. Two women came in. I pegged one as definitely butch, heavy set, dyed red hair, jeans, boots, white tee shirt, bandana wrapped around her head. The other woman was more nondescript; smaller framed but slightly pudgy, large boobs made more prominent by a shelf bra hidden under a thin sleeveless top, denim shorts that were way too tight, and sandals. 

The butch asked who the hell was that, pointing to me. Harpers response was that I'm some old whore who needs a good fucking up every now and then. Both of them came up to me. The butch said old whore is right, where'd you find this piece of shit and spit in my face. She asked what's your name, cunt. I tried to say eve through the gag. Harper introduced them as Adele, the butch, and Marne, her partner. Harper briefly filled them in on me, that I'd seen her several times years ago but I got spooked away because she'd been so rough on me. Now I lived a pristine life as a live in cunt to a college girl who shared me with some ritzy black woman.

Adele complimented Harper on her rope work and asked if she minded her making a few changes, adding a few doodads. Harper told her to do what she wanted. Adele removed the ball gag and said she liked to hear her bitches scream and beg for mercy. Again, she asked my name and I responded "Eve". She said, no, your name is "cunt", say it. I said my name is cunt. She added clamps and weights on my nipples then put clothespins on my earlobes. I was almost in tears. She pulled a chair in front of me, positioned her face about a foot from my cunt and began talking directly to my cunt, saying, "now, cunt, you belong to me and you will respond to what I say." I felt so demeaned and humiliated. Talking to my cunt, she told cunt it was the brains of this body and she could see it'd been used a lot. She pulled a little pussy flogger out of her pocket and whipped it. She would say this like I see you like this, cunt, and hit it some more. Then she shoved the handle into my cunt, talked to it, fucked it until cunt was juicier than ever. She'd say things like, cunt, what would you think it I pulled on the clamps and weights on these tits of yours. She did it, causing me excruciating pain and screams and whipped me some more. Finally she put a latex gloves on her hands, shoved three fingers in me and found my g-spot. With her other hand she pinched my clit and worked my spot, fingered me until I squirted and came in spasms. She kept on until I came again.  By then my body was glistening with perspiration.

I was weak. Harper steadied me while Adele whipped cunt some more. 

The three of them left me standing where I was. They sucked down a few beers and talked. Adele wanted to be in charge of me for the afternoon and Harper had no objections. They returned to me and untied me, removing all the ropes, the hook, and the clamps. My arms were numb, my legs weak and I sank to the floor but Adele pulled me back to my knees. She said it didn't matter how I felt, what mattered was her enjoyment. She ordered me to remove her boots and socks which I did. Then she had me assume a position on my hands and knees but not in an ordinary way. My knees were together, my ankles crossed and lifted off the floor, my hands under my shoulders as if I was doing a push-up, my tits hanging just about the dirt floor and my face on her feet. It stressed me physically but I began licking her sweaty feet and sucking her toes. My arms and shoulders gave out and my upper body fell to the floor. Adele told Marne to stick a plug in my ass then beat my ass until I resumed the proper position. While Marne may be submissive she's a terror about carrying out Adele's orders. I resumed the position and started licking her feet again. However, the plug stayed in my ass.

After I finished her feet, she let me relax face down on the dirt floor for a couple of minutes. Then she told me to scoot my knees up under my body and keep my shoulders and face on the dirt floor and put my arms against my calves. I did so, knowing that position raised my ass and left it completely vulnerable. She had Marne cuff my left wrist to my left ankle, right wrist to right ankle. She removed the plug. I was face down in the dirt and couldn't see but I know the sequence of events and sounds of a domme putting on her strappy. She knelt behind me and poked my cunt then fucked it for a few strokes just to get it lubed then shifted up and started fucking my ass. She told me to open my mouth and kiss the hard packed dirt floor while she fucked me and when she finished, she expected to see dirt all over my face, in my mouth and on my tongue. At Adele's orders, Marne used a flogger and beat my ass and upper back. Harper sat and laughed about how this had to be more appropriate for me than sucking off those college girls. 

Adele is about as good at ass fucking as anyone. Alternating her tempo, short strokes followed by holding the dildo in me as far as it would go, withdrawing, squirting baby oil on my hole and ass, as sliding back in my ass. I silenced my groans by kissing the dirt. Also I lost control of my bladder and pissed in the dirt. 

When she finished, she ordered Marne to strip naked and use the strappy. She did my swollen cult for a while then switched to my ass when Adele told her to. Adele and Harper jabbered back and forth about the symbolism of Marne, a submissive by nature, fucking an old cunt in the ass. Adele lowered her jeans and pissed all over my hair and the back of my head which created a piss puddle under my face. But again her command was to lick the pissy dirt. It was awful. 

Adele offered Harper the opportunity to fuck my ass; she deferred saying my ass would be available to her later and she was enjoying the scene of seeing me used. Adele let Marne piss on me, too. 

Once again they paused using me and resorted to discussing where I ranked on the spectrum of sluts. me For me, the humiliation sank deeper. Then Adele raised my upper body off the floor, adjusted me slightly so I was kneeling upright but my wrists still cuffed to my ankles. She titled a bottle of water to my lips and told me drink. She used some of it to wipe the dirt off my face. She removed her jeans, pulled a metal chair in front of me then told Marne to come eat her. She told me to watch closely because I'd be duplicating what Marne did and she expected me to be as good.

 Marne ate her for several minutes. I watched Marne eat her, noticing everything I could before Adele told her to back off. Then she turned to me. Slowly and methodically I began eating her pussy, duplicating Marne's technique. Things seemed to be going well but Adele didn't come. Then she had Marne come behind her, reach forward and pull her legs back, which exposed her hole. Adele said she wanted my tongue licking her hole and my nose against her pussy. Willingly I did so. This sent Adele into soft moans and I quickly determined it was her preferred way of achieving orgasm.  I kept swirling my tongue on her ass, probing it while I dunned my nose back and forth on her pussy. I felt her tense then squirt and cumm in one long orgasm. 

She turned to Harper and said she could probably use me from time to time. Harper said she was confident something could be worked out. She addressed me and asked what I thought about them and perhaps a few more doing some serious scenes, prolonged bondage and servitude, maybe in the shop and perhaps elsewhere. I thanked her.

There was some conversation then Adele signaled they were leaving. I was still kneeling cuffed on the floor. Adele stuck her ass in my face and told me to kiss it goodbye. She also had me kiss Marne's ass. After dressing she walked by, kicked me until I fell on my side. She saw my clothes, picked up my skirt and asked if it was mine. I said yes. She said, it might look good on Marne and took it with her. 

Harper removed the cuffs and told me to lower her jeans. She leaned back against the edge of a workbench and had me lick her clit while I fingered her. While I did she recounted the afternoons events and how I'd managed to endure what she and Adele dished out. She came and I thanked her for allowing me to bring her off. 

She told me she was finished with me, to go home and tell the college girls and you how I'd been used, and, to let them know she might be calling for me again, especially if Adele was interested in me. The thought of driving back to Molly's without my skirt was daunting. Though daylight was fading, it was about 7:45, I asked Harper if it was possible for me to have something to replace my skirt for the drive home. She told me to suck it up, that the only alternative was for me to stay tied in the shop until midnight and she thought driving home half naked might be my best alternative. I thanked her, put on my blouse and heels and left.   

The drive back to Molly's, about 25 miles mostly through rural areas but the last few miles through a bustling town, was mind boggling but I did it. When I walked into Molly's half naked she roared with laughter. When I removed my blouse and she saw the rope marks and red steaks from multiple beatings she laughed again. Naked, I told her about my five hours with Harper and her friends. She told me to take a bath and go to bed. Gratefully I did so.   

April 3, 2015: Concluding 3 weeks at MW's

I'm back home, Molly's, as of last night. Mw and her hubby decided to take a vacation for a week so it was a logical transition time back here. I may bounce down to MW's off and on when she needs me but I think the plan is for me to be here the next couple of months. Molly graduates on May 9 and there will certainly be parties and festivities surrounding that. There's talk of Sherrie taking Molly to Europe in June also. I'd probably go as well. Molly has job prospects, too, here locally so a lot depends on that.

Beyond that I may spend most of the summer at MW's; she talked to me yesterday about several things. She firmly believes a summer without clothes is highly appropriate for me. She also believes I need to have some serious diversions over the summer and not become complacent by only fucking  black women like her friends. A variety would be a good reminder of my overall purpose. Plus she's thinking through a couple of other aspects of my summer.

She asked if I know the definition of "chattel". I had to think for a minute before she said chattel is a Medieval term referring to movable property, items such as furniture or domestic animals, and chattel slavery is an antiquated term referring to people who are treated as commodities. That's how she sees me; you give me to various women including Molly, Molly gives me to various women including her and she gives me to people like Lorraine, Cynthia and such. It's how I've been living my life to some extent and this summer is a grand opportunity to experience more of that while I'm still physically able to take it. She said from what she knew, that's how you treat Aimee, too; you sent her to Bermuda to fuck, you're happy, she's happy. She's also aware of my friend Melissa who's been used this way by her mistress for well over 10 years. 

She asked how i felt about things she'd discussed. I told her I'd willingly stay naked for her as long as she wished, fuck whoever she wanted me to be with because I'm in love with her and serving makes me feel complete. Long ago Jody drilled this into my head. 

That was my send off from MW's before her driver arrived to pick me up and being me here. Obviously the thought of this is still driving me crazy.

All that aside, Molly welcomed me with open arms and fucked me all over again. I'm glad to be back here. I love you. E