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
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