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
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