Nov 20, 2015: The Last Night

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.