As promised, I want to catch you up on my last day with Mw,
written with her input.
Mw devoted my last week there exclusively to the girls, no clients
or her adult friends. Pamela and her friends came over at will, usually after
school. One particular afternoon I was taking a nap and waked up to them stripping
my sleep top off and forcing my face into their pussies before I was fully
awake and realized they’d brought a new girl, Jolene, with them. That
session, like the others that week, was mostly pussy sucking. Jolene, though
thoroughly amazed at first, didn’t hesitate to enjoy her first experience of a
white woman sucking her pussy.
The last day, Friday, November 20, around 4:30, four of the girls
came over; Pamela, Vanessa, Cerise and Jolene. All of us, including Mw, were in the kitchen,
the girls bantering back and forth and teasing me. That’s typical of how some
sessions start. Timidly, I asked Mw permission to say something that was on my
mind. Mw nodded. I told the girls this session needed to be special for Mw,
sort of my going away present to her and I knew she would enjoy seeing them
treat me like dirt. Also, I wanted them to treat me like their slave bitch, torment
me as harshly as they possibly could and to push my boundaries and theirs, too.
That way they all get something out of this and regardless of what happened, I’d
be pleased too, because I’d be giving myself to them. Then I apologized if it
sounded like I was topping from the bottom.
Mw beamed with this satisfied glow, dismissed my apology, and asked
what they thought? Jolene asked … you mean we get to beat her up as much as we
want. Mw nodded and told me leave the kitchen. I waited in the living room,
almost shaking that I’d been so direct. The girls summoned me back to the
kitchen and said … this is a no-brainer, get your fucking clothes off. I
stripped naked except for my Lucite’s then handed them my clothes. I thanked
them and said I was theirs.
Mw led us down to the dungeon. This was only the second time the
girls were permitted in there and for Jolene, her first time. After a walk-through
of what was available, the girls tied my hands behind me. Cerise and Pamela
took their panties off, forced them into my mouth and tied them in place with a
rope around my head. They fingered their pussies then wiped their juices under
my nose. That aroused me to no end. Mw brought them an inflatable butt plug
which they inserted into my ass and pumped it up until I groaned. They tied a
tight crotch rope, pushed me to the floor, and tied my ankles and legs
together. They pinched my nipples then pulled me my by hair to one of the cages
and forced me into it. Mw handed them a padlock, they locked me in. I squirmed
in heat and my cunt was pulsing. Mw said they had some things to discuss and
they’d be back later. They walked out of the dungeon.
I was a wreck of frustrated anguish and nervous anticipation. I
wanted them. I sat and thought; anticipation building, my cunt throbbing, the
plug in my ass becoming more a part of me. What I’d asked for was risky but I’d
gotten a taste of their volatile creativity and potential over the Halloween
weekend and for days I’d silently harbored dark thoughts about them enslaving and
torturing me.
When they returned about an hour later. Tara, Pamela’s mom, was
with them. I thought OMG. Mw said she didn’t think I would mind if Tara stopped
by after work to watch her daughter and friends do me. (Tara is a borderline
sadist if you recall.)
I saw determination in their eyes. Pamela said they hoped I meant
what I said about abusing me to the max, because if I didn’t, I’d stay in the
cage all night. If they let me out, they intended to fuck me up. I responded by
nodded and muffing that I meant it.
Mw said she’d told with the girls they needed to degrade and ruin me
and she was convinced they were prepared to flaunt their superiority over me. I
shuddered.
They dragged me out of the cage and shoved me around on the floor with
their feet. They whipped me, not hard, but enough to cause some pain and make
me roll back and forth on the floor, not knowing if I was rolling toward the
next hit or away from it. They mocked me and also spit on me and kicked my
roped cunt and plugged ass with their feet. They undressed, knelt around me and
pushed their pussies and asses over my face, pulled my hair, twisted my
nipples, fingered themselves and held their fingers under my nose and chided me
to sniff what I couldn’t taste. I was on fire.
Finally they removed the panty gag so I could lick them, giving me
brief interludes of tasting them and making me hungry for more. Then it got
more serious, longer periods of licking someone, and the others putting clamps and
mouse traps on my cunt lips and nipples. Licking them became more prolonged
until one of them came. One by one they face sat me. I took whatever was
presented, sucking pussy, tonguing ass until my face was a swamp with their
cumm and squirt.
They untied me but left the plug in. I begged them to fuck me. They
told me to shut up, that my opinion didn’t matter. I was their greedy, pathetic
old whore, I’d promised myself to them and they would do what they wanted. They
pulled me to my knees and there was another round of licking them and taking
their cumm.
Mw and Tara stood nearby, sipped their drinks and encouraged the
girls. Mw gave me a smile of approval then said to the girls, “do what I
suggested.’
They pulled me over to the stocks. Mw helped them lock me into the
stocks, my back parallel to the floor as two of the girls tied my ankles to a
spreader bar. All four of them stood in front of me and said they were going to
fuck the shit out of me, since I’d asked for it and wanted to be their slave,
they really didn’t care how I felt. Two of them cinched strappys around their
waist. They went behind me, released the inflatable plug and pulled it out of
my asshole. I knew my hole was distended
and wide open. Their yakking about my splayed open ass, rubbing their fingers
around the inside of my rim and spitting into my hole confirmed that.
They lubed me and I felt a girl cock slid into my ass. Vanessa
told me how easily my splayed asshole took a cock. She quickly became almost
merciless yet I was rocking back and forth in some form of delirious subspace. Cerise,
who had the other strappy on, followed her; then I realized that both of them
were taking turns fucking my ass.
Instead of continuing, they moved around the room behind me,
talking with Mw and Tara, saying things like “can we use that?” and so on until
they moved back to me. One of them patted my butt then I felt this solid
“thonk” of some whip. They’d selected a variety of things and began beating my
ass and thighs, hitting my hole and whipping my cunt. I was going off the
charts with pain, screaming my pledges of love and servitude to them. Cerise
said something like … you wanted to be our slave, this is what we do to slaves.
Then another strappy took my ass, fucking it relentlessly.
But the next thing that went into my ass wasn’t a girl cock; it
was a hand sliding into me. I yelled and felt the hand work all the way in and
make a fist. I cried and absorbed all their gutter comments about fisting an
old white whore’s ass. Mentally I was a zoo. I heard them shouting “let me do
it, let me do it.” Different hands slid into my ass. Each had their own
technique; sometimes it was just in and out, others more prolonged. I cried and
pissed. It was wretched. Their comments were pure trash talk about owning my ass.
Fisting me became almost a game and Mw was laughing, too.
They switched to fucking my swollen cunt. They taunted me, called
me their old fucked up whore and they knew how to use me better than any white
girls did. I cried that I was theirs and came. Others fucked my cunt until one
of them slid their hand into my cunt and fisted me. That was followed by
another hand then Jolene put her palms together, slid all of her fingers into
me then pulled me apart. (Jolene is super mean.) At one time they had a hand in
my cunt and one in my ass.
Whoever wasn’t behind me was kneeling under me, pulling my nipples
and tits. They had this small rubber paddle, flexible and shaped like a large
spoon and whacked the hell out of my hanging tits, all over the sides of my
tits and directly on my nipples.
Fear almost consumed me. Being locked head and hands in the stocks
is freaky, especially my head - isolated and surrounded by solid wood and
sticking out is an awful, helpless feeling. There’s no escape. With black girls
standing in front of me doing all these things to my face, I felt horribly
vulnerable and scared, like my face was just an object. They constantly pulled
my hair, slapped my face and spit in my face and mouth. Pamela stood on a chair
and stuck her ass back in my face and had me lick it. In short, whatever they
felt like doing, they did, including sticking their messy hands into my mouth.
Despite this fear, and all the degradation, pissing, crying, and screaming,
I kept cumming until I lost count and was in some other universe.
They unlocked me from the stocks and eased me to the floor. I
didn’t know where I was for a moment. I was wasted and exhausted. They gave me
water then wine. I figured it was over. But
that wasn’t the case.
With Mw and Tara’s help, they took me to a low, padded platform
that’s about 6” off the floor. It’s about 4’ by 4’ and has eyebolts on the four
corners. It’s always been in the room but is rarely used. They put me on my
back in the center of the platform. Working in unison, they pulled my legs up
over my head and tied my ankles to the two eyebolts that were at the corners closest
to my head and pulled my arms and wrists to the other two eyebolts and tied
them. My asshole was pointed straight up toward the ceiling and I was staring
up, between my beaten tits, at my cunt. I couldn’t move an inch.
They took three long, red tapered candles, then used several small
thick rubber bands to secure the candles together in a bunch. They lubed my asshole
again and shoved the blunt ends of bundle of candles into my ass. I looked at
them in sheer disbelief. They lit the candles and waited until they burned down
enough for the wax to pool at the top of the candles. Then they started
whipping my ass which caused me to flinch and tense my hips. When I did, wax
started spilling over the edge and pooling down around the rim of my hole and
also onto my cunt. I screamed like hell. They kept whipping and wax kept streaming
down the sides of the candles. Every movement of my butt reacting to the
whipping sent more wax pouring down the candles, puddling around my hole and
flowing down across my cunt. They were in shrieking fits of laughter about how
I was waxing my own cunt. Wax poured onto my bald cunt until it was covered,
streaked down my tummy and to my tits. They beat my tits again then used another
candle to drip hot wax onto my nipples. To add to my humiliation they pissed all
over me. That, too made me jerk around and wax kept pouring until layer after
layer formed over my tortured cunt and rim.
Finally when they’d had all the fun they could squeeze out of this
diabolical torment, they turned out the lights and laughed at this surreal
spectacle of candles burning, lighting the darkness, my ass as the candleholder.
They turned the lights on, removed the candles and untied me. I lay there in
tears … a limp, tortured, and waxed, piss covered mess. I knew that Mw and Tara
must have coached them on this; no girlish mind could be that diabolical.
They picked some of the wax off my cunt. Cerise had a flogger and
brought it down hard against my cunt. I screamed and rolled to one side. They
told me to get back in position. Jolene brought the flogger down on my cunt. I
blacked out.
When I regain consciousness, my head was cradled in Mw’s lap and
she was wiping my face with a wet cloth. Then she kissed me. I told her I loved
her.
They carried me upstairs to Mw’s bedroom, drew a warm bath and put
me in the tub to soak. Mw gave me a pain pill and tucked me into her bed, where
I slept all night.
Saturday morning, needless to say I was a mass of bruises and rope
marks. We talked. She felt the girls had crossed a threshold, one that she had
been building up to for the last three months. My taking the initiative to state
my needs simply played into her hands and she commended me for expressing my
needs and focusing the girls.
She had several orgasms watching the girls use me, especially
being fisted while in the stocks.
The girls and Tara cleaned up the dungeon. Normally that would be
my task but I was too weak. They will expect paybacks for that.
She likes the girls, they’re quality, and although they are sworn
to secrecy, she knows they’ll eventually tell their closest friends. It’s also
a given that after the holidays, I’ll return. No date has been set nor a time
period mentioned. She plans a more constant awareness of my position as unequal
to black girls. She’s hooked on the girls.
When we finished talking she had me bring her to orgasm. Then I
bathed, packed up what few things I have there and her driver took me back to
Molly’s.
I love being here but I do miss Mw.
