June 22-26 2015: The Second Week

This week has been nonstop fucking and being used, usually one of MW's friends every day and sometimes two a day. In some cases it's been friends of her friends. The network is growing. When I'm not fucking them Mw is fucking me. 

Each time someone arrives, Mw greets them then leads them back into the living room where I stand naked, shoulders back, tits out, legs slightly spread, hands clasped behind my back, collared and leashed. Sometimes they come straight to me, fondle me, have brief conversation between with Mw, and off we go. Other times they'll sit and talk with Mw and I stand there quivering, listening to conversation while my anticipation grows until my cunt is soaked. When it's a new woman, Mw reiterates my various talents like I'm merchandise on a sale rack and property to be sold. Which, of course, I know full well. She lets them chose between bedroom or playroom. But even the bedroom has an ample selection of toys which I’ve laid out beforehand. The new women who are referrals, she suggests the bedroom.  

Two women visited me Monday. Angie came around 1:00. I've been with her before and like her a lot. She's playful but with a definite touch of wickedness to keep me on edge. She and Mw sat and talked while I served them lemonade. She chided me about being naked, that usually I had on some flimsy sweet nothing that she could rip off. Mw smiled that she wanted every inch of my body naked for the present time. 

Angie and I went up to the bedrooms that I'd prepared. I undressed her and made love to her body then settled on my knees as she reclined on the edge of the bed and I sucked her pussy. For the most part, it was romantic love, using my mouth and hands to attend to her pussy, breasts and feet, bringing her off again.  She left around 3:30.

That gave me time to shower and get ready for this next woman.

Zanthia came around 5:00. I originally met her at MW's super bowl party in February. I remember that she'd said she wanted a time with me when she could beat me to her hearts content. She wanted me in the dungeon; Mw tagged along to be sure things stayed somewhat sane. Zanthia removed her panties, raised her skirt and had me eat her. Mw sat at the bar, sipped a drink and watched. For the ass beating, Z put me across her lap and spanked me with her hand until it became sore. Mw suggested tying me over the padded horse. They put me face down, my body lengthwise over the horse, tits hanging off each side, my ankles and wrists cuffed to hooks on the legs of the horse. Mw helped her select a flexible leather paddle, flogger and a strappy. Z began with the flogger on my ass, tits and legs but soon switched to paddling my butt until I was hollering, much to her satisfaction. Zanthia undressed, cinched the strappy around her and took my cunt and ass, switching repeatedly from one to the other. I came twice then she had me suck the strappy, removed it and I sucked her pussy again.  She dressed and thanked Mw.

Tuesday Fran came and used me in bedroom. It was romantic, womanly sex. There were periods of me eating her off then talking about my days with her, how proud she was to have been a part of my training and how happy Mw seemed with me being here. That she'd introduced me to Mw was years ago was gratifying to her and to see the relationship flourishing as it was now filled her with pride. It was a tender moment and I thanked her for the role she'd played in my life. 

Wednesday, Jaleesa, also a guest from MW's super bowl party and one I remember who loved me sucking her ass. We went to the bedroom. She'd lie face down in the bed, her knees tucked under her and had me lick her ass and use a dildo on her pussy for what seemed like hours. She'd cumm, rest, tell me to do it again and I'd bring her off again. She tipped me $100 in addition to what she'd given Mw. Dutifully, I gave the money to Mw because I considered it hers anyway and I have no need of money.

I'm at the point that whatever she thinks I need, she will provide. 

That night, around 7:00, a new woman, Beebe, came and after discussions took me to a bedroom. It started as conventional sex, me eating her and her fucking my cunt with the strappy. Then it shifted to her fetish; putting her feet on me. She'd sit in a chair with me lying in front of her and grind her feet into my face, have me lick her toes and soles, scrunch her toes over my nipples, and rub the soles of her feet over my body. She had me pull my legs back over my face so my cunt and ass were exposed toward her. She'd rub her feet hard against my cunt and ass, applying so much pressure and friction to my oozing cunt that I came. I licked her feet clean. 

Thursday was somewhat quieter. Priscilla, MW's personal shopper came by and brought me two pairs of heels, a pair of platform summer wedge heel, a pair of two-toned blue and black ankle straps, plus three pairs of fishnet hose, a garter belt and two pairs of seamed hose. All of this with MW's approval and a nod that I'd be wearing some of this within the next few days. I thanked her immensely.Then we went up to the bedroom. I undressed her plump body completely and worshiped her for about two hours. 

Friday was the pinnacle of my week. Another new woman, Tara, came late afternoon. She and Mw did some "getting to know you" talk while I served drinks. Tara is an attorney and needed some stress relief from a tough week and wanted more than just a fuck. As if to prove her point, she stood, grabbed my nipples and harshly shook my tits until I was moaning. She politely asked Mw for more latitude with her fuck queen. Mw agreed and we went down to the dungeon. Tara was excited by the equipment and devices and said she had some experience. Mw told her to choose what she wanted; she selected the St. Andrew's cross. They attached leather straps around my wrists, ankles and waist until I was firmly secured to the cross, gagged me and she began a ritual of running her hands over my body, spitting on me before attacking my tits and slapping my face and cunt. Everything she did was punctuated with denigrating insults that heightened my dilemma.

She selected a short whip and with permission, demonstrated to Mw that she knew what she was doing by lashing my tits, tummy and thighs before moving to my abdomen and cunt. By then I was on fire. Mw voiced her approval. Tara stood off to one side and lashed my cunt until I was moaning and drooling all over myself. Then she stood in front of me and flicked the tip of the whip into my cunt repeatedly until I was screaming and entering subspace. She never really hit me that hard but I was delirious, squirming to the extent I could, crying and hanging limp against the cross.

When she'd left faint red streaks across the front of my body, they unhooked me and turned me facing the cross with my back and ass exposed to her. She began again, alternating her strokes between my upper back, ass and the backs of my thighs and flicked multiple strokes between my ass cheeks. She ran her hands over me, admired her handiwork then removed me from the cross and removed the gag. I sank to my knees in front of her and kissed her feet. 

Mw praised her skill and left us alone. Tara had me remove her clothes, tied my hands behind me and put clamps on my whipped nipples and mousetraps on my swollen whipped labia. She dragged me to a chair, spread her legs, pointed to her pussy and told me to show my appreciation. Crazed with desire and pain, I ate her pussy and clit until she came and squirted in my face. She told me I was worth every damn cent she'd paid. Then she shifted her position and told me to finish her off with some serious ass licking and my nose rubbing against her pussy. When she'd spurted out another orgasm she told me it'd been a long time since she'd had a white woman like this. She led me to the bathroom, put me in the tub and pissed all over me.

Saying she had a fondness for fucking well beaten piss covered white whores, she told me to get out of the tub and meet her in the playroom. When I came back to her, she was wearing a strappy and pushed me across the table, kicked my legs apart and took my ass then my cunt until I came. She cleaned herself up some then dressed except for her panties which she said she'd leave for me to sniff. I told her I appreciated the opportunity to serve her. She left but in a couple of minutes came back with Mw, much to my surprise. Mw announced that she and Tara would be going out to dinner after minor adjustments to my situation. Tara removed the mousetraps and clamps but left my hands tied behind me. Mw opened the door to a cage and Tara shoved my piss covered, beaten and fucked body inside. They locked the cage and left. I felt so fucked. My body ached and smelled but I relaxed knowing I’d obviously made Tara happy.

Around 10:00 that night they returned, laughing and giggling as if they’d know each other forever. They let me out. Tara raised her skirt and ordered me to lick her off. Dutifully I did so; I loved every minute of it, including taking her squirting orgasm. My reward was her untying my hands and giving me a dildo. She told me to sit in the floor, spread my legs and fuck myself off for her. I put on a show and shamelessly brought myself off while both of them pissed on me. When it was over, I felt so damn purposeful and fulfilled. Tara bid me good night.

Mw told me to clean the dungeon but not myself then call for her. I did so. When she came down she took me to my bed in the storage room, cuffed my hands and told me to get a good night’s sleep. Tara enjoyed me and I'd see her in the near future.  

That’s my week. There’s more to tell about Saturday night but that’ll be a separate writing. I’ve been naked now for almost 2 weeks. My love, e

Jun 16-18, 2015: Tuesday through Thursday

Tuesday, was a very different day. As soon as I finished writing you, Mw read my narrative, approved it then I sent it. She told me to see Louise for further instructions. 

Louise got the enema bag, said the Lady (referring to Mw) wanted me cleaned out. Under Louise's strict supervision, I fixed a mixture of water, milk, shampoo, and wine. She led me to the far corner of the back yard (remember it’s surrounded by a six foot high brick fence) and in the sweltering heat, had me assume a position with my knees tucked under me and gave me the enema then replenished the bag with plain water for a final cleansing. 

I was ordered to MW's bedroom. She fucked my ass, had me suck her to an orgasm then bath and dress her. She told me she'd be out for the afternoon and evening. Louise would be in charge of me and I was to pay her unquestionable respect and obedience reminding me again I was the lowest life form in the house. She summoned Louise and told her I was hers until she returned later that evening. 

Louise was delighted. She took me to her living quarters over the garage and had me undress her. She insisted on me calling her "Miss Louise" instead of Ma’am. We got into her bed and she had me suck and play with her breasts and nipples, eat her pussy and finally suck her ass. She had three very distinct orgasms. Then she tied my hands behind my back and began roughly playing with me, doing whatever crossed her mind. In particular, she used a set of anal beads, stuffing them in my ass and slowly pulling them out repeatedly, commenting on how funny my asshole looked just before another bead would pop out. I was positioned on her bed, face shoulders on the mattress, knees drawn up under me with my ass stuck up in the air while she did this. That progressed to her fucking my ass. Occasionally she'd finger my cunt and slap it, make lewd comments and so on. 

But the main thing that happened was she asked me why I was such a fucked up bitch; that she knew I took all kinds of punishment but was always curious about how I became such a whore.

Keep in mind that Louise and I have never talked; we've never had significant alone time and she knows nothing of my history. But now that we had hours on end for her to enjoy me, she asked questions and demanded answers. So I found myself in a position of total subjugation to her and no choice but to reveal my past.  In short, it became a different scenario of me spouting off the confession letter you had me prepare for Mavis and others years ago. Louise listened, spanked my cunt and ass and demanded intricate details. Under the threat of dire punishment, I kept going deeper, confessing my college days, meeting you, my first encounter with Tabitha, the women I'd fucked, the girls, Karen, Mavis, Jas, Sophia, Tisha, living with Molly, everything.  

My history excited her to no end. She straddled my face and rocked off at least three more orgasms. She'd go back and ask me specifics about certain things; Karen and her girlfriends using me, Sophia and her gang, and Frankie and Betty. She seemed fascinated with me serving those types of women and girls, much more so than what she referred to as the highbrow types: Mw and friends, Tisha and friends, etc. She had the mistaken impression that I only fucked rich, more refined black women. Knowing that fucked what she called earthly black women was a revelation to her. S This conversation lasted for hours. This conversation lasted for hours. She concluded that I was just a common whore and said she intended to ask Mw some things.

When Mw returned around 10:00, Louise thanked her for the chance to be with me. They talked some. Mw said it sounded like the time was productive and I'd be sleeping in the storage room that night. Among the neatly organized boxes and clutter in the metal shelves in that room I have a single bed mattress and box springs. That's where I slept with my hands cuffed behind me and a chain connected my collar to the metal shelves. A far cry from the comfort of sleeping at the foot of MW's bed. 

Wednesday. Louise got me up and freed me. Most of the morning was spent helping her do things around the house or doing things she would normally do. Mw took a late morning swim in the pool then had me suck her off then bath and dress her. 

She asked me pointed questions about my time with Louise and I told her everything. She became somewhat pensive, and said that she had never been inclined to reveal my past to Louise but she figured eventually Louise would pry out of me what she wanted to know. She told me I should always be truthful with Louise because after all she was above me. She indicated that Louise approached her last night about the possibility of me seeing some of her friends. That's a topic that she's not ready to rule on at this time. She reminded me my main purpose here is to serve who she deems best and she’ll circulate me to her friends very soon. 

Then she said something I found odd at first. She commended me for being honest with Louise because it showed respect to her maid. However she felt it best for me to be in a situation where I could reflect and she had decided to keep me in isolation for several hours. Around 2:00 that afternoon, she took me to the dungeon, tied my hands behind me, put me in a cage, tied my ankles then locked the cage. She said that I'd done nothing wrong, that she was proud of me for being truthful with Louise and with her and she was doing this because she valued me. She left and locked the door. 

About four hours later she came down, took me out and let me pee then put me in the stocks. She whipped my ass then fucked my cunt until I came then walked out and left me again. About two hours later she returned, fucked my cunt to another orgasm then released me. She gave me a sandwich and wine for dinner then let me pee. She had me suck her off again. 

She took me to a large padded table, had me lie on my back and used leather cuffs to secure my wrists and ankles to the corners of the table. Then she blindfolded me and whipped my cunt and tits until I was in heat. She leaned over me, dragged her hair all over my body which gave me goosebumps and diet the first time I can remember, she lightly licked my swollen clit and fingered me to an intense orgasm. When she finished and I'd recovered enough to thank her, she said that's how she shows her love. Then she bid me good night and told me she had a monitor cam focused on me so she could enjoy viewing my situation as she wished, walked out and locked the dungeon. 

I was beside myself. I wanted to cry and scream. Yet I didn't. I wanted her more than ever and realized she, in some wicked way, was deepening my focus on her. Knowing that she could view me from her bedroom excited me beyond belief. Thoughts of her and what she had in mind for me consumed me. Finally I drifted off to sleep. 

I peed a couple of times during the night which I'm sure she expected.

Thursday. Around 9:00 this morning she came down for me. She had me clean the piss mess I’d made. She tied my hands behind me and led me over to a smaller cage than the one she’d initially used. Getting inside was a challenge and when I was in, I was pretty much doubled over in a ball. She acknowledged that this would be rather uncomfortable but she always retained the right to do as she pleased and reminded me I’d said words to that effect on Monday when I first came.

She left me again. I’d say within 30 minutes, and I’m guessing, my mind was mush. This was undoubtedly the smallest cage I’d ever been confined in. But, god, did I focus on her! Her power, my lack of any power. And also, why me; why was she sticking with me when she probably could have had a younger woman, or was she trying to push me past my limit and make me beg to leave. I had all kinds of crazy thoughts like this.

By the time she returned, which seemed like forever, I was really deep and really stiff. When she did return and let me out, I literally couldn’t move. It took me about 5 minutes to stretch my body out and she was patient with me on that. I asked her about some of my doubtful thoughts. She replied that 1) she mistress supreme, 2) I’m a cunt, 3) I’m as well trained as any white woman she knows of, 4) its more satisfying to her to degrade an older white woman than a younger one, and 5) that I would be hers for a very long time.

I felt very warm and attached to her.

She took me upstairs and let me eat a proper meal. I noticed it was around 3:00 in the afternoon so I concluded I’d been in her dungeon undergoing her whims for about 24 hours. The rest of the day I did menial tasks for her. I’ve got to wrap this up and send. She’s coming for me shortly. As I understand it, I’ll be sleeping in my storage room again. My love, e

June 15-16, 2015: MW's, My First Day

MW's driver picked me up at 10:00 and I arrived at MW's around 10:45. The first few minutes were tender conversation sitting by the French doors at the back of the living room overlooking the new pool and landscaped deck. It's beautiful. We sipped mimosas and talked, the conversation shifting from my trip to France to my weeks with her, my state of mind, and her reiteration of undefined surprises and adventures she planned. She questioned me extensively on my willingness to become hers. I admitted my commitment to be her complete whore and submit to whatever she had in mind. A dangerous admission to be sure but I felt more comfortable getting it out, confessing my needs and expressing my love for her. She planned to push me hard and treat me as her property. I told her to do as she wished without reservation and thanked her for the opportunity to be hers. She had me kneel and kiss her feet.

From there we went down the corridor that leads to stairs down to her dungeon. But instead of taking the stairs she continued straight down the corridor and into the huge, four bay garage. She had me undress completely including removing my stilettos and stand naked with my back against one of the metal posts. She cuffed my hands behind me around the metal post and cuffed my ankles to the post. She looked at her watch, said its almost noon and noon of every new day would make another day of nakedness for me, to get used to being naked for a very long time. My cunt belonged to her and she wanted it on display at all times. She collared me then put a cloth bag over my head and tied it under my neck. She told me she'd be back shortly and to contemplate what it meant to be hers. 

I stood there for time unknown, my heart doing flip flops and my cunt throbbing. The longer I stood there, the more I wanted her and to be hers. The temps yesterday were in the uppers 90's. Though there are exhaust fans in the garage to keep it ventilated, in short order I was sweating profusely and feeling the effects of the heat.

When she returned, she was not alone which I discerned by footsteps and the slangy voice of Louise mouthing at me, laughing at the bag over my head and referring to me as a bagged bitch. Mw assured me that, though I was hers, Louise would be a participant in my experiences here. Mw stuck her fingers into my sloppy cunt and chided me for being so wet. She ran her hands over my sweat soaked body until I was moaning. Then she, and I'm pretty sure Louise as well, began whipping me, lightly at first, then gradually increasing the intensity until my moans became louder. She had me tell Louise how much it meant to me to be here as the household slave. 

Mw removed the bag over my head and gave me water. Louise removed the cuffs and pushed me down until I was sitting in the floor with my back against the post. Mw told me to spread my legs and frig myself off. I began plunging my fingers into my cunt and frigging shamelessly. As I did, Mw raised her skirt and pissed all over me, then told me to cumm. I screamed out an orgasm.  Louise then lowered her pants and pissed on me as well. I, too, pissed and sat there breathlessly then thanked them.

Mw told Louise to clean the whore up and bring her to her bedroom. She disappeared into the house. Louise yanked me up by my hair, led me out the back door of the garage into the sweltering heat and around the back of the house. She said if it was up to her, she'd leave me out here until I fainted but orders were orders. She led me to the pool and pushed me in. She told me that's my shower for the day and to get out. She gave me a towel, I dried off and followed her back into the house and upstairs to MW's bedroom. 

Mw was naked, reclined on her bed, her ebony body in stark contrast to the white sheets and pale yellow coverlet. She motioned me over. I climbed on the bed and positioned myself with my face between her legs. I began making love to her pussy, slowly, deliberately and lovingly. When her hips began moving rhythmically, I went deeper, using my tongue on her clit. She grabbed my head and came. She relaxed, got her breath, told me she wanted more and pulled her legs back. I went to her ass hole and began making love to it while massaging her pussy. She murmured that this is where I belonged. I responded yes ma'am, not knowing if she meant between her legs at the moment, in her house for the summer or her slave for a lifetime. The thought lingered but I focused on the joy of being permitted to make love to her holes. 

She came again then had me lie on my back while she rode my face to a third orgasm then, surprisingly, pissed into my face and mouth. She relaxed and said, “Finally.” 

She rolled off the bed and told me to change the sheets. I stripped the bed, put fresh sheets on and bundled up the love soaked sheets. She sat and watched the told me to draw her a bath. I did. She slipped into the tub and I bathed her then dried her and helped her into a dressing gown. She had me suck her toes. 

Afterwards, I took the sheets down to the laundry room and washed them. Louise was in the kitchen preparing dinner. She summoned me to her, sat in a chair and raised her skirt. I knelt and ate her off. She told me not to forget I had two pussies to take care of and when she got permission, she intended to beat me just for the hell of it. I simply said yes ma'am. She sat and told me what to do about finishing the preparations for dinner. When all was ready, Mw came down and I served her. I served Louise in the kitchen and when she was finished, I ate.

After dinner Louise brought my clothes in from the garage. In the fading light and sweltering heat of the day, Mw had me put my clothes in the fire pit built into the patio. She had me kneel naked beside the pit, gave me a lighter and told me to burn them. Trembling, I did. Nobody said a word; the symbolism of my clothes turning to ashes said it all.  From there we went to the dungeon where she cuffed my hands behind me and put me into the cage. She left without saying anything. I wasn't sure what to expect, or what came next or if I'd be there all night. But I waited, reflecting on the fact that what came next was up to her. 

Around 10:00, she and Louise came down and got me out of the cage. Mw poured herself a brandy, lit a cigarette and sat on one of the sofas. She told me she wanted to enjoy seeing Louise take me. Louise removed my cuffs and draped me over a padded bondage horse, tied my wrists to the legs of the horse in one side and my ankles tied wide apart on the other side. She began spanking my ass and thighs while Mw watched and commented that I needed to understand I was the lowest form of life under her roof and Louise would be permitted her fun as well. Louise said nothing but spanked me then put on a strappy. She lubed my ass and slid the dildo in and began taking my ass while I groaned. Mw casually said, "Harder, Louise, I want to hear her scream." Louise got rougher until I was crying and screaming. 

Finally, Mw told her that was enough. Still clad in her dressing gown, she got a different strappy and came behind me. She slid it in and held it there while Louise undressed then backed her ass up to my hanging head, Mw reached across and grabbed my hair, pulling my face up to meet Louise's bare ass, her hands spreading her cheeks wide, exposing her hole. Mw pushed my face until my mouth was firmly against Louise's hole. While I sucked ass, Mw fucked my ass, then plunged into my cunt and fucked me to a cumm. 

Louise untied me and Mw pointed to the bathroom off the dungeon and told me to take a proper shower, cleanse my mouth and come back to her bed. She and Louise disappeared and I did as I was told and returned to MW's bed. I ate her again then she told me to get a blanket and pillow and sleep at the foot of her bed. It was a privilege that wouldn't often be repeated since my official room would be in the storage room across from the dungeon. 

I drifted off to sleep quickly and spend the night at the foot of her bed. 

This morning, things have been relatively quiet. Mw gave me a couple of hours to write you. I’ll keep you informed as I’m able. My love, e