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.
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