Sept 12-13: Humiliated in the Barn

This past weekend was the most humiliating and degrading experience since I came here in June and certainly rivaled anything I've experienced within the last few years that involved scat play. 

It started out innocently. Late Saturday morning, Mw told me we were going to Jocelyn's for an overnight, had me put on hose and heels then tied me and put me in the trunk of her car for the ride out there. When we arrived, I knelt and greeted Jocelyn. Shortly afterwards, Lorraine and Talia arrived with Lorraine's slut, Linda, blindfolded, tied and naked save for hose and heels. 

Mw commented that this was a special day for her and for me; that it marked my 36^th straight day of being naked, eclipsing my previous record of 35 days set when I first arrived at her place in mid-June.  Talia immediately popped up that such a special day must be commemorated by some kind of significant event and shed have to put her mind to it. They asked how long my nudity would continue to which Mw replied, “Until I’m ready to stop.”  She continued how consistent cunt exposure softened me into a more compliant slave; that, along with the contract. I blushed.

They shifted to the expected barrage of playful comments about having both of us for their fun and devious minds. After exploring our bodies at will, they untied us and had us face down on the floor kissing their feet and sucking toes, pledging ourselves to their pleasure. I'm far more experienced at this than Linda. Lorraine admonished her slut and told her she needed to follow my lead. They allowed me to go to the kitchen and prepare salads and wine for lunch while Linda kept practicing. After lunch we knelt and sucked pussy until one way or another, we'd brought them off.

Around 1:30, Jocelyn said it would be fitting for the sluts to work at some of the more unpleasant tasks she needed to accomplish around the place. Mw quickly agreed that would be appropriate. They led us to the barn where there was a huge pile of wood shavings between the barn and the arena, apparently brought in by a dump truck. She pointed to it, then led us into the barn.

Jocelyn’s barn has a wide center alias, 4 stalls and a bay to wash horses on one side, and on the other side, two more stalls, the office which I cleaned two weeks ago, a tack room and a grooming area. She told us to wash the 6 boarding stalls, let them dry then fill each with wood shavings to a depth of 4-6".

We washed all the stalls using a hose and a scrub brush. While they dried, Jocelyn took us outside to pull weeds around the barn. If we slacked off she'd hit us with a crop. When the stalls dried, we got the wheel barrow, a rake and a shovel and started that arduous task. Linda filled the wheel barrow, I'd roll it inside, dump if, rake it out then come back for another load. We proceeded like this, load after load until we were sweating. Then we switched roles, me filling, her dumping the loads into stalls. Periodically our superiors would check on us, give us water, whip us a few times and go back into the house. We worked continually in this 85 degree heat.

During this slave labor, we talked extensively. Lorraine had kept Linda naked since last Saturday, refused to let her go to work, and was insisting that she gravitate toward becoming a full time slut. Though Linda has a fascination with black women, largely developed when her family had a black nanny, she's quite concerned about a drastic change of lifestyle since she had two grown kids and a grandkid. My advice to her: think it through carefully, follow your heart, we aren't getting any younger, Lorraine seems like a reasonable person. In short, put everything on the table and let Lorraine decide how it can be handled. Moreover, to me, there are three steps in this process; you do it initially to either satisfy a curiosity or to please someone, then after a while you realize you love it and enjoy it, and finally it hits you that you need it and you're not whole unless you have it. 

By the time we finished, we were hot, sweaty and dirty. Jocelyn took us to the horse washing stall and had us use the hose to wash ourselves. They took us back into the house around 6:30. We'd been at this for over five hours.

The house was filled with the aroma of food. They had prepared a Mexican dish called Shrimp Diablo. For a change they served our plates, ostensively for all the work we did. The stuff was so spicy it almost took your breath away but we were famished, ate it and washed it down with copious amounts of margaritas. 

After dinner, Linda and I cleaned the kitchen and around 8:00, the four of them took us back to the barn. 

They had us kneel side by side, then undressed and rubbed their pussies over our faces. I sucked Mw and Talia while Linda sucked Lorraine and Jocelyn. After we'd sucked pussy, they gave each of us a red solo cup filled with some liquid and told us to drink. It was vile, citric and awful tasting. They followed that with a cup of water. My tummy which was already churning from the spicy food became more uncomfortable.

Talia turned and presented her asshole to me and told me to spread her cheeks wide and tongue it. Mw pushed my face firmly against Talia’s ass and told me she wanted my tongue poking that hole. I began. Within minutes, Linda was sucking Lorraine’s ass. We both sucked all four of them until I had the acrid taste of their asses on my tongue and ass scent in my mouth from the occasional fart. My tummy was rumbling from the hot, spicy Mexican food and whatever they had us drink. I told Mw. She replied "good, that's what's supposed to happen."

Talia tied my hands behind me and roped my upper body securing my upper arms and wrists rendering me helplessly bound yet placing ropes where circulation isn't impeded. For all her meanness, she's an expert at this. They crossed my ankles, pulled them back until my feet were over my head and my knees over my shoulders and my ass tilted well up in the air. To keep my ass tilted upwards, they rolled up an old piece of cloth and shoved it under my hips then tied a rope from my crossed ankles to bars on the side of the stall. 

I watched as Talia tied Linda’s upper body then her ankles the same way. Then they dragged her over to me so our raised butts were cheeks to cheeks only inches apart. Then they tied her ankles to bars on the opposite side of the stall. 

Talia told us our food was served with extra spice and between that and what they gave us to drink, magnesium citrate, it was inevitable that we'd shit and when we did, we'd be shitting all over each other. I fucking freaked out at the thought. Linda started screaming and crying. Mw knotted a short rope, centered the knot over Linda’s mouth and tied it behind my head, effectively gagging her then did the same to me. Talia said we were in for an interesting evening.

They laughed at our misery and to emphasize that we were nothing more than toilets, they pissed all over us. 

They brought the chairs from the barn office out into the center aisle outside our stall, went back into the house for more liquor. It was obvious they intended to party down until we shit our brains out. 

Linda and I laid there, hopelessly bound, our tummies gurgling, listening to them congratulate each other on concocting such a diabolical scheme, drinking, playing some card game and waiting. I was in agony. Linda and I tried to communicate but the rope gags prevented any meaningful talk. 

Sometime later a car arrived, I heard Jocelyn shout out that they were in the barn; I though, OMG what now! Within moments there were whoops and shouts. I looked up to see the four of them plus two other women laughing their butts off at what they saw and more so when Talia explained our situation. One of them asked where in the hell do you find sluts like this. Mw said it wasn’t easy and introduced me as her 24/7 contractual slave and Linda as a slut in training. The two new women, Fabiola and Beverly, were friends of Talia and Jocelyn. After staring at us, one of them asked where the bathroom was that she needed to pee after the long ride out here. Mw told her, “Right there in front of you.” She demonstrated by pissing on me. The new women laughed and one said she never dreamed she'd ever piss on a white woman but in short order, both of them pissed on us as did Jocelyn. Then they all went back to the center aisle and partied.

Time was a mystery to me and I'm sure to Linda. I was holding back but becoming more wretched by the minute. Linda’s heavy groaning punctuated by her cries and muffled words indicated that she was the same. I groaned in agony and tried to tell Linda that I was sorry but I couldn't hold it. That brought all six of them scampering into the stall to witness what Talia termed "the blessed event." At first I just shitted a little bit, the putrid aroma filling the stall. That brought little relief and moments later I unloaded a long semi solid shit that went on forever. My asshole burned like fire from the Mexican food. Within moments I was spewing out pure runny diarrhea all over Linda. She screamed as our tormentors cackled in laughter. Linda said later that one of the women pressed her foot on her tummy. Within minutes she shit on me as my diarrhea continued. My asshole burned with every release. It was awful. I was sweating and crying. Linda cried and I groaned as her diarrhea squirting over me, coating my ass cheeks, cunt, the front of my body and face. My only thought was she must be covered from my shit as well. 

The laughter from all six of them was nonstop. I looked at them in agony and humiliation. Mw said it was time from them to join the party that she was tired of holding back. As she moved over me I caught a glimpse of Talia holding what looked like two broom handles with dildos taped to one end but it didn’t register with me at that moment. Mw raised her skirt, squatted over me. I closed my eyes as her shit hit me. Gawd, did she cover me. From Linda’s screams I knew they were shitting on her as well. Laughter and mocking from them about us being two filthy pigs abounded. I can't remember when I've been so completely browned. I finally cried. At least my tummy felt some relief but my psyche was thoroughly humiliated. 

Amidst jeers and laughter, something plunged it into my ass. Then it hit me what I caught a glimpse of; somebody, probably Talia, was fucking my asst with a dildo on a stick. It made diabolical sense; why bend down and fuck me when you can stand and fuck a cunt like an inanimate object. I assumed (and later confirmed) that Linda was getting the same treatment. They kept fucking me, shitting and pissing on me until someone held a vibe on my clit. I came which probably didn’t take more than 60 seconds.

They gave us a few minutes to settle down. One of the new women asked what happens next. Mw replied that we were going to sleep out here like a couple of barn animals. One of them used a wet rag to wipe some of the putrid mess off of us. They untied our ankles and let us lie prone in the stall. Mercifully they shifted us away from the worst of the mess and removed the rope gags. Talia laughed and said “I think our work is done here ... it’s almost 2:00, let’s go to bed.” But Jocelyn said there was one more thing. They brought in two loads of wood shaving and threw it all over us. Then they closed the stall door, bid us an unpleasant evening and left.

Linda and I scooted as close to each other as possible. We were miserable. Periodically she cried. I kept telling her it's what her mistress wants and she has to learn to accept it, though I know it's vile, scat is the ultimate demonstration of control a mistress has over her slut. She said Lorraine had shit in her twice before but it was never like this. Both times were on her cunt. Despite the odor, and pissing a couple of times and being  bound, we stayed close to each other for warmth again the chill of the night that I knew was forecast to be in the upper 60's. It was a miserable night and I got little sleep. But at least I had the satisfaction that I felt I'd pleased Mw. 

In the morning, they came in to check on us. Talia untied us. Bev and Fabiola were in awe but showed little sympathy for our condition. One of them brought us coffee. I leaned back against the wall of the stall, still dazed and drank it thankfully. They pulled us to our feet, led us into the wash bay and squirted us from head to toe. I had rope burns all over my upper body, Linda the same telltale reminders of what we endured. They promised us a real shower and breakfast after we completed one final task. We had to get the wheel barrow and load it with all the shit covered wood shaving from the stall and dump it in the manure bin behind the barn. It ook three loads but we did it.

They led us back to the house. Linda and I showered until we were clean then joined them in the kitchen for breakfast which we devoured. Then they led us to one of the bedrooms and let us get a couple of hours of sleep until they wakened us and took us into the living room. Mw and Lorraine offered us to Bev and Fabiola. 

Bev immediately chose me and took me to a bedroom. She's maybe 5' 2" or so, thick as a fireplug and somewhat dykish in appearance, short frizzy hair. She's blunt, forceful and strong. She said she knew what kind of a whore I was, jerked me to her pussy and had me eat her then her ass. I don't know her history but she knows what she wants and twisted me around in all sorts of ways as if she was wrestling me before fucking my ass and cunt with a strappy. I came for her then sucked her ass again. 

I have no idea what Linda’s experience with Fabiola was like but Bev is damn good. 

Around noon Bev and Fabiola left with the promise that I would be seeing them again. Shortly after that Lorraine and Linda left, leaving Talia there with Jocelyn and MW. I ate Talia and Jocelyn in front of Mw as thanks for the weekend. 

Mw and I left around 4:00, again with me naked and tied in the trunk of her car. Once we were home, we talked a great deal. She was extremely pleased at my performance.  and told me she and Talia are trying to convince Jocelyn not to sell her place but instead to stay there and turn it into a slut farm. They're looking for a girl for her, too. 

She gave me Monday off so I could rest and write. However, she also added a new layer of servitude to my routine; when she walks into a room where I am or I’m within 10 feet of her presence, or any black woman friend of hers, I now drop to my knees, keep my back straight and put my head on the floor with my arms extended in front of me. It’s her way of reinforcing my slave status and paying homage to the mistress.

My love, e.