Qct 30, 2016: Sherrie on Sunday

I knew that Sherrie was scheduled to be here at 4:00 on Sunday. MW said I would participate but did not specify anything beyond that. She left the house around 11:00 Sunday morning to have brunch with some friends and left me a list of tasks to do by the time she returned. Shortly after her return, around 3:00, she had me put on hose and heels, otherwise naked, take my cell phone and wait in one of the upstairs bedrooms, indicating she would text me when she wanted me to come down. Sherrie arrived around 4:15. I ached to be down there but remained where I was until Mw sent me a text around 4:45.

When I went downstairs, Sherrie stood in the back part of the sumptuous living room dressed in white hose, black pumps, what appeared to be one of Molly's old Catholic schoolgirl skirt and blouse judging by the emblem on the blouse which was halfway unbuttoned exposing her black lacy bra. Her hair was in short ponytails on either side of her head with white ribbons holding them in place, hands cuffed behind her, legs slighted separated, a blindfold wrapped around her eyes and a ball gag in her mouth. 

MW giggled that Molly dressed Sherrie in this outfit which delighted her to no end because it highlighted her fake innocence.  Around 5:00 the doorbell rang, I answered it at her command and lo and behold, Tara entered. she did not say anything other than to laugh mockingly at what stood before her. Within minutes the doorbell rang again and I admitted, much to my complete surprise, Jill.

Sherrie certainly knew other women were present, obviously by the clicking of their heels across the foyer and the portions of the polished floor not covered by oriental rugs. I could see her nervousness. After whispered introductions out of Sherrie’s earshot, Mw repeated her story of Molly selecting this frivolous attire and the last-minute instructions demanding that she go by a deli to pick up a crème brulee and the beet red humiliation and stares she encountered there.  

Now things begin to make sense. Earlier in the week MW asked me for several phone numbers, Jill's among them, and I provided them to her but had no idea this would be the result.   

Throughout this arrival of the guests, Sherrie remained frozen in her position other than visibly shaking. Mw walked to her and said it was time to take this to a more serious level. She unfastened the remaining buttons on the blouse, pulled it down her arms, opened the hand cuffs to get the blouse off her arms then secured her wrists again, then slid the girlish skirt off her hips and down her legs. Standing in the black bra and thong panty set, her white hose and black pumps, she looked amazing. Mw paused, sipped champagne then unfastened the straps of the bra, unclasped it and let Sherrie’s tits fall free. She sucked on her nipples, massaged her breasts then hooked her fingers in the dampened panties and pulled them off. Mw motioned to me to remove Sherrie’s heels and hose, leaving her completely naked. I could see Jill and Tara feasting on her body, her hard nipples, wet cunt. Drool coated her chin and oozed down between her breasts. I can imagine how she felt because I was about to go nuts just watching.

Mw motioned Jill and Tara forward and they teased her with soft caresses until Mw said let’s go downstairs. Mw and Tara took her upper arms and slowly guided her down stairs to a place she’d never seen. Whether she knew where they were taking her or not, I didn’t know but I guessed she had a strong suspicion.

Jill had never seen the playroom before. Mw escorted her around the room, whispering about the devices and let that settle in for a moment. Then Mw positioned Sherrie to a spot in the room illuminated by bright floodlights and told her to stand with legs apart. She motioned me over, gave me a bottle of baby oil and had me oil Sherrie from her neck to her toes until her body glistened. I did then backed away.

Mw removed the gag, then the blindfold. Sherrie screamed with emotion: Jill, Tara, the room, everything hit her all at once, particularly Jill being a part of this and I’m sure the room itself.  She visibly shook all over and it took a moment for her to subside. By then, mild taunts and innuendos abounded.

The three of them surrounded her. Mw said, “You are Mine, Sherrie Ann.” She guided her over to the St Andrews cross, padded in red leather and leans slightly against one wall. She and Tara removed the cuffs and began strapping her to the cross, wrists, upper arms, waist, thighs and ankles. The expression on Sherrie’s face seemed to be a mixture of fright and anticipation. Mw wisely let this settle in, talked softly to her, told her she was beautiful, was now hers, and she intended to take her to places she’d never been. As she talked, she lightly stroked her cunt, breasts and thighs. Then she kissed her deeply. She backed away, picked up a long strip of black cloth and blindfolded her again, whispering that they intended to whip her and it would be more erotic this way. She loosened the two pony tails and let her hair fall free. Sherrie squirmed.

Again, I was about to go nuts. It was simply beautiful. 

Mw flogged her … light strokes across her tummy and breasts, then her thighs purposefully avoiding her pussy. Sherrie was moaning, and to me, her fear became ecstasy. The three of them used different things; the flogger, a cat of nine tails, crop and little whips. Nothing too hard, just working her up, sometimes pausing to pull her nipples or stroke her pussy. Mw took charge with one of the small whips and began working her slut’s pussy until it was red and swollen. The she took a g-spot vibrator, slid it in her while Tara flogger Sherrie’s breasts. Mw called her a bitch and sneered at her to cumm. Sherrie was absolutely out of it - screamed, cried and came, squirting probably 10 feet across the room.

They didn’t stop, Mw told her they wanted more. She switched to a long dildo and began fucking her. Tara and Jill both flogged her and she came again. Mw told her she knew there was more, removed the dildo and pushed four fingers into Sherrie. Tara and Jill switched to a crop and the cat. By now Mw was in full domme’ mode, bitching at Sherrie, things like … give me that cumm, you whore. Sherrie came twice more until she was crying and in lala land. Mw had Jill and Tara stop, took her hand from Sherrie’s cunt to her mouth and told her to clean it.

They all moved away. Mw told me they needed refreshment and to open more champagne from the bar in the dungeon. Mw told me to pour a glass for Sherrie. She took it to her and told her to piss.  As Sherrie did, Mw captured a little of it in the glass then order her to drink. By now the sweet little expressions of love Mw uttered to Sherrie were replaced by things like, … you fucking cunt.  

They repositioned one of the sofas about 10 feet away in front of the cross, sat and talked about Sherrie. This went on for probably 20 - 30 minutes. I stood off to one side, refilled glasses as required until Mw summoned me to her. She tied my hands behind my back and told me to kneel in front of my sister slut and lick her cunt. I did, slowly working her up again while they watched and occasionally barked instructions to me. When I had her right to the brink, Mw had me pause for a moment then told me to bring the cunt whore off again and to take it in my mouth, not wasting a drop. Sherrie came again. Mw told me to stand and kiss the whore deeply and for her to suck it all out of my mouth. As I did Mw flogged my ass.

She summoned me back to the sofa, had me lie on the floor and they put their feet on me, sipped champagne and talked about Sherrie. Tara kicked my legs apart and rubbed her bare feet against my cunt, slowly tantalizing me as they discussed having two whore sisters to serve them now and in future sessions. Tara kept on until I came.

Mw eventually took Sherrie down from the cross and removed the blindfold. I rolled aside and they positioned Sherrie on her knees in front of them; Tara tied her hands behind her back. All three of them undressed and presented their pussies to Sherrie. Mw told her they’d been good to her and it was her turn to return the favor. Mw motioned her to Jill. As Sherrie sucked her pussy, Jill began this tirade that she’d seen a different side to her friend and there was no more “ms nice girl,” that these “cutesy poo” dinners and symphony concerts, occasional sex sessions were just memories and she could expect a different tone from now on. Sherrie brought Jill off then went to Tara. As she did, Jill pulled me to her pussy. For me, this became so over the top erotic, both of us on our knees, tied, naked, me sucking Jill and Sherrie sucking Tara. Mw took advantage of the moment, got up, grabbed a paddle and alternated spanking our asses. Tara came quickly and demanded more. Jill eventually came again.

Mw resumed her place on the sofa between Jill and Tara, grabbed Sherrie by the hair and pulled her face against her pussy. She told her this was only the beginning, that she’d be here whenever she wanted her, her friends and so on. Sherrie was sucking pussy and blubbering “yes Ma’am, yes Ma’am” until Mw came. Jill had a third orgasm and was as mellow as melted butter and said she probably needed to go home, that she had an early morning business appointment. Mw understood but said we need to christen the whore into her new life before anybody leaves. They pushed Sherrie to the floor, Mw stood over her and pissed on her from face to pussy. Jill, laughing her butt off, pissed and then Tara followed. Sherrie was soaked and crying, whether tears of joy or humiliation, I don’t know.

Tara, however said she wasn’t going anywhere until she had Sherrie’s ass. They dragged her, pissed soaked and hands still bound behind her, over to the half barrel, something I’ve been on multiple times in the past, and pushed her across it on her tummy and strapped her ankles to the corners of the stand. They untied her hands and strapped them to the front legs of the stand. Sherrie was moaning. Tara cinched a strappy around her, walked to the front of Sherrie and had her suck it, telling her to juice it up because she knew where it was going. Jill said she had to stay for this. Tara used a crop to beat her ass until Sherrie was yelling then fucked a few deep stroked into her pussy then spit on her asshole and eased the strappy in. As she began, Sherrie moaned with every stroke. Tara did not hold back fucking her almost mercilessly and telling her she was a bitch. When she finished, Jill took the strappy. They lubed Sherrie’s hole and Jill took her turn. Tara moved to the front of Sherrie, backed her butt up to her face, spread her cheeks and told Sherrie to suck ass. Jill finished.  Mw said she would wait until she took Sherrie to her bed.

Jill dressed and left. Tara lingered. She and Mw talked, mainly about involving Pamela.  Sherrie remained strapped over the barrel and I know she had to hear the whole conversation. Tara dressed, walked to Sherrie, pulled her face up and spit, telling her she’d see her very soon for more fun and games.

When Tara departed, Mw took Sherrie off the half barrel. They left to go to her bedroom. My instructions were to leave the playroom and join Louise for the evening and that I’d clean the dungeon the following morning.

What happened in Mw’s bedroom, I have no idea. Louise had her way with me half the night, dragging details of the session out of me and fucking me.

That’s it.

Oct 24 2016: Sherries Meeting with Mw at the Hotel.

Mw appointed me as the official scribe to document Sherries day. This is a little complicated but I’ll try to explain as follows below.

I know that Mw met Sherrie off site today but did know the details, even when she came back home midafternoon with a smile on her face and told me that Sherrie would be coming over after work and my services were needed. Around 5:30 Mw had me naked except for heels and thigh highs and a shelf bra. Shortly after that, Tara came over and after teasing me a lot, she and Mw talked in the living room in hushed conversation. Sherrie arrived about 6:20, I met her at the door. She started to tell me she’d been through slut hell today (she looked disheveled) but Mw beckoned me to usher her to the living room immediately. She introduced her to Tara, noting that Tara was one of her best friends and an attorney in private practice. Sherrie seemed bewildered, slightly nervous but congenial. I served wine and cheese straws that I’d made earlier to the three of them.

Around 6:45, Mw suggested I refresh drinks and we all go to her study. The four of us assembled there. Sherrie was antsy and rightfully so. Mw said the purpose of this was twofold, that Sherrie was to relate the events of her day, and, that I’m to make a transcript of this conversation which would be sent to you, Molly and the blog. More importantly, Sherrie would speak these events directed to Tara as if she were telling this directly to you. Sherrie was flummoxed and embarrassed beyond words. Mw spoke bluntly to her that Tara was quite experienced in slut behavior and also had a beautiful daughter who Sherrie might meet someday soon. Tara folded her arms across her breasts and told her, that she was an attorney, was used to hearing the nitty gritty details and also was a prolific domme’ quite experienced in the depths of slut behavior. I used Mw’s desktop, turned on the mic, and watched Sherries words appear on the screen which I later edited for clarity with Mw’s approval.

Sherrie begin by telling Tara about you slowly having her masturbate in her office this morning. Since you’re aware of those details, I won’t include them here, but Sherrie’s description was electrifying and had my cunt throbbing and squeezing my thighs together.

Here is Sherrie’s narrative to Tara. Keeping in mind that at times Mw or Tara would have her go back over a thing or two and probe her for more detail.

“We met in the lobby of the Ritz, Marion was dressed in a cream colored mini dress with matching bolero jacket, taupe hose and beige heels. We embraced, kissed and she complimented me on my attire, my navy pinstripe business suit, white blouse and of course the stockings and garter's. She had me raise my skirt enough that she could see the tops of my stockings and that I was wearing garters. She told me we would take the stairs up to the second floor and for me to walk ahead of her up the grand staircase and to pull my skirt up as we walked up the stairs high enough so that the tops of my stockings were visible and the lower part of my butt cheeks exposed. Embarrassment swept over my face but I did exactly as she instructed. On the second floor where all the conference rooms are we found the ladies room and went in. This was puzzling to me because I figured that we would probably go to a room she had rented and fuck. However, that wasn’t what she had in mind.

In the ladies’ room she pointed to the handicap stall; we went in and she locked the door behind us. She told me to take off my suit jacket which she hung on the peg by the door. Then she had me remove the blouse and then slide my skirt off. Nervously I did this and she hung each item on the peg by the door. By now the tell-tale residue of my orgasm this morning was clearly visible and I told Marion that you made me masturbate in my office to prepare me for what might transpire later. She smiled sweetly at me and said that was very appropriate, that I was certainly yours more than I was hers. She complimented me on the white lacy panties and bra set told me to remove them slowly which I did, leaving me naked except for the garter belt, stockings and my heels.

A woman came into the restroom; we paused until she finished and left. I was shaking visibly.

She told me to sit on the toilet seat, raise my legs and put my feet on the handicap bars on either side of the toilet stall. I did, completely exposing my cunt, still gooey from the earlier orgasm. She handed me a set of Clover clamps and told me to attach those to my nipples; I did then she began to tell me that I was hers, that I was a slut and reminded me that a few minutes ago I was a professionally dressed businesswoman but now I’d been reduced to a naked cunt in a hotel toilet stall. That got all over me. I couldn't deny it. She asked how you had me fuck myself earlier and I told her with my fingers. She said this time will be a little different, pulled a dildo from her purse handed it to me, and told me to work it up my cunt and start fucking myself slowly. As I began she reiterated how slutty I looked, how unquestionably I submitted and that how pleasing it was to see a white woman in an executive position reduced to nakedness and fucking herself in a restroom stall. She scoffed at me for pinning my own nipples and told me to pull on the connecting chain. By now her words were emotionally racking my brain. 

Several other women barged into the restroom talking about some meeting they were attending. There was a lot of commotion and gripping. One pooped in the stall adjacent to ours. Marion silently motioned me to pause. When they left she told me to continue fucking my cunt and use my other hand to pull the little chain connecting the clamps to increase the intensity on my nipples. Then another woman came in to pee and left. Marion told me to pick up the intensity with the dildo but I was far from being allowed a cumm. Two other women entered the restroom talking back-and-forth to each other. They went into stalls and peed. Mistress whispered to me to keep going and to bring myself right to the edge.  I did. One the other two women, as they were washing their hands said to the other … what the fuck is going on in there. I knew they were referring to me. We paused; the women left. Marianne told me that she could've easily opened the door to the stall has she been so inclined and let them see exactly what was going on. That sent triggers all over my brain. Then she told me to fuck myself as hard as I could with a dildo until I came. I did and came like some teenage schoolgirl. 

There were tears in my eyes by this time. I was totally humiliated and shamed but felt so damn good. I couldn't believe what I’d done. She told me I had made an absolute spectacle of myself. Another woman came into the restroom. Marion toyed with the latch on the door as if she was going to open it but she didn't.  She told me at the right time in the right place that she wanted to expose me to strangers and to let other women see me degraded and humiliated. By now I was breathing heavily all over again, her words piercing my brain like a knife. She told me that idea seemed to resonate with me and to fuck myself again, no way was one cumm going to satisfy her. So with swift motions of the dildo in and out of my cunt and still pulling on the nipple chain I brought myself off again, stifling my groans until my face was flushed and my cunt spewing my juices everywhere. 

She told me that that would be enough for now that she would leave and let me gather my wits and put my clothes back on but to be at her place immediately after work and we would finish this off. In the meantime, she told me to go over this in my mind until I could recite everything that happened. She took the dildo and the clamps, opened the door of the stall and walked out. I immediately got off my slutty position and locked the door behind her. I heard her leave the restroom. I sat on the toilet shaking, peed, got myself together enough to stand up and dress. 

Somehow, in some mental zoo, I cleaned up enough that I felt halfway presentable and walked out of the restroom. In the second-floor lobby, seated across from the ladies’ room were two blonde women, 30-something types, who gave me these piercing looks. My face flushed beet red. One turned to the other and pointed toward me. Instinctively I knew these must be the two who bantered back and forth about what was happening in the stall. I hastily walked past them but heard one of them call me a slut. I took the stairs down to the main lobby and found a chair to regain my composure, then walked several blocks back to my office tower. The rest of the afternoon I floated in and out, alternating between what I was supposed to be doing at work and thinking about what I had just done and what would happen when I met her after work. 

After work I drove here as instructed, not exactly knowing what to expect other than I’d probably be serving again.”

When Sherrie completed her account, Tara said she believed Sherrie needed to be naked, that she wanted to see that bitch body. Mw didn’t skip a beat and told Sherrie … you heard her, get naked. She stood and stripped down to the garter belt, hose and heels but Mw told her … naked is naked … everything off. She complied. Tara said she thought she would enjoy using her. Mw said she’d have that chance soon.

Mw said she wanted some personal time with Sherrie and told Tara she could amuse herself with me. They went to Mw’s bedroom. Tara probed me for all I knew about Sherrie and I related her history, including her initial submission to Molly and her friends and her casual relationship with Jill. She wanted to know about her pain tolerances and I related that beyond some sound spankings, shes not into the B & D things. Tara said that’s a dommes choice, not the sluts and I well knew topping from the bottom isn’t allowed. She told me to go get some ropes, a dildo and a strappy which I did. When I returned she was naked and had me eat her pussy to a cumm then suck her ass before tying me over the back of a chair and fucking my ass and cunt to her satisfaction.

After about an hour, somewhere around 9;00, Mw came back to the study and told Tara to come get a look at a well fucked whore. She and Tara, me following quietly behind, went into Mw’s bedroom. Sherrie was halfway fucked out, sprawled on the bed, her hands tied behind her, her ass and thighs red from spankings and whippings. Tara stood over her. Sherrie looked up at her as though she was in a daze. Tara spit on her and said she could have fun with this bitch, gave her verbal abuse though she did not touch her. She asked sherrie how many cumms she’d had today; Sherries replied …. Six, ma’am. Tara scoffed and giggled. Mw confirmed that Sherrie would be an enjoyable treat for Tara and her daughter.

Mw sent me out of the room. A few minutes later, they came out. Sherrie was halfway dressed in her blouse, skirt and heels, carrying the rest of her things. She smiled at me but we were not allowed to speak to each other. She left, and a moment or two later so did Tara. Mw told me she’d have no need of me tonight, that she was very well satisfied.

My love, e

Oct 19 2016: Sherrie's First Session with MW

Sherrie got here around 530 looking beautiful as always but obviously anxious . MW was well-dressed in a black leather skirt, brilliant red blouse unbuttoned down to her abdomen, dark hose and heels. I was in a red, sheer waist cincher, thigh highs and lucite heels, cunt and tits exposed. 

For a while we sat and talked and I served wine. MW complemented Sherrie on her beauty, her role in the business community, her tasteful orchid colored dress, jewelry etc. Sherrie and I did not talk directly to each other. MW directed everything. Around 6:00 when Sherrie begin to relax MW suggested that we go up to her bedroom. Once there she became more focused on Sherrie as an object of her sexual desire and complimented her willingness and foresight to submit herself. She told Sherrie to stand in front of her and slowly strip down to her bra, panties, thigh highs and heels. The wet spot in Sherrie's rose colored panties with silver lace trim was so evident. MW heaped more compliments on her and then told her to remove the bra and present her tits. From there she had Sherrie slowly lower her panties and give them to her new mistress. MW ran her hands all over Sherrie slowly, erotically and constantly telling her what a beautiful woman she was and how exquisite it was to have a woman of high professional standing being naked in front of her. She put her in a pose, hands clasped behind her head, tits thrust forward, legs stepped apart and slowly fingered her just short of an orgasm. 

Then she completely opened her blouse to expose her breasts, had me remove her leather skirt and sat back down. She lectured her for a while on the importance of giving herself completely to a black domme' and asked her several questions about her willingness to submit. She had Sherrie kneel in front of her, stroke her thighs, kiss her pussy and pledge herself to her when the need arises. Only then did she allow Sherrie to fondle her breasts and to begin licking her pussy. It was erotic as hell. As Sherrie licked her, MW told me to kneel behind Sherrie and rim her hole with my tongue but not to touch her cunt. This continued until MW had two distinct orgasms and Sherrie's face was covered and she was moaning like crazy. 

From there she positioned Sherrie over the edge of the bed, her legs wide apart and propping her self up on her elbows. She had me put a strappy on her and then she took Sherrie's cunt to a cumm.  That lead to fucking her ass and telling me to get on the bed and slide my cunt under Sherries face. I held back at MW's command and then exploded in Sherries mouth as Mw fucked her ass until she was delirious. 

Then MW bent over the bed and had Sherrie kneel behind her, spread her cheeks and suck her ass. When MW was satisfied she had me get towels for Sherrie to kneel on. She pissed on her and again lectured her on her beauty, her high professional prestige, but that now she was nothing more than an ass sucking piss covered whore. Sherrie was shaking. 

MW told her that she knew there was a much more she could do to her and she was aware of how much spankings turned her on but those things would wait until another time. She also said the next session will take place downstairs in the dungeon. She had Sherrie pee on the towels, stand and had me wipe her off with a wet towel. MW allowed her to put the dress back on but not the bra or panties. Sherrie profusely thanked MW for the privilege of serving her and her thoughtfulness in allowing her the dress. 

She told her she could leave but this was enough for an initial visit but to be prepared to return within a few days. We all walked downstairs. Before she left MW pulled her against her and gave her one hell of a deep kiss, told her again how beautiful she was and to drive safely. 

Sherrie left about 830. Mw immediately told me to write this to you, copy to Molly. My love, e

Sept 27, 2016: The Punishment

Ma'am, MW told me yesterday that she had spoken with you after the session Tuesday night. 

Though I updated the blog this past weekend using the notes and drafts that I wrote after the specific events but I indeed failed to post those and keep the blog current as I should have. Please accept my apology because I know that my servitude is incomplete as long as I have failed to entirely please either or both of you. 

As for Tuesday, here is what happened. MW summoned me to her study where she told me to shower, make myself beautiful and report back to her naked.  When I returned, she commanded me to a position of my hands clasped behind my back, legs spread shoulder width and eyes looking straight at her. 

She began by telling me what an absolutely wonderful summer we had, the joy of 100 days me be naked, making new friends - specifically Daphne's daughters, her friends in Chicago, Ebonie, the four wicked women in the hotel and others. She complimented me on my unquestionable desire to serve. But then her tone shifted and she began to recall that I had neglected to maintain the blog so that you and anyone else is interested would have access to my misadventures and total servitude. I apologized and said that I had not done as I should have done. She told me that I would be punished severely and said she had a conversation with you about how this punishment should be administered.

With that she summoned Louise and had her tie my hands behind my back. Then she had me tell Louise what I had failed to do over the summer. Feeling shamed I confessed to Louise who of course gloated and berated me in her own course way that I was a stupid bitch. 

MW had Louise lead me to the dungeon saying that she would be there momentarily. Louise mouthed at me all the way downstairs and when we were in the dungeon she just stared holes through me. Mw arrive a couple minutes later but this time dressed in a black mid-thigh length leather skirt, black boots and a white satin blouse.

She had Louise lead me to the padded spanking horse which has A-frame type legs on both ends and positioned me lengthwise on my tummy. Then she used leather cuffs on my ankles and locked them in place, my feet still on the floor, effectively spreading my legs wide. She untied my wrists and used another set of leather cuffs to lock my wrists in place against the front legs of the horse. My tits draped off either side of the horse. She selected one of her favorite whips, an instrument about 7 or 8 feet long. She paraded around me and begin saying that you made recommendations about punishing me with at least 60 strokes, 30 of those delivered by Louise with a belt. I shuddered. Then she went on to say that 60 was a minimum and she decided 100 strokes would be appropriate; half of those, 50, delivered by Louise.  Then she told Louise to go upstairs and select an appropriate belt from her wardrobe to beat me with and also whispered something to her. MW remained silent until Louise returned with this smirk on her face, a wide leather belt, and to my utter shock, a bright pink bra and frilly panty set and black heels. I about did a double take; I've never seen her in anything like this and had no idea she even owned heels. By her expression, Louise was just itching to get me. 

MW circled me, berating me as she did so, then moved behind me and begin whipping my ass and upper thighs. Within the first few strokes I was already wincing and screaming. She did not deliver all of them at once; she’d do perhaps 20-30, walk around me, pull my head up admonish me for my transgressions and then resume whipping my ass. But she continued until she finished what she said was well more than 50 strokes. Then she told Louise to deliver 25 strokes on my ass with her belt.

Louis spared no mercy. She’s never whipped me, spanked me plenty of times, but never tied me down and whipped me. The first blow was wicked and the rest nothing less if not more intense until she slammed my ass with the 25^th one and left me sobbing.

Mw let that part of the beating sink in and again admonished me for failing both you and her. Then began again, not only whipping my ass and thighs but also delivering a few to my tits hanging on each side of horse. I was racked with pain, crying and apologizing. MW told me a shout out your name and to tell you how sorry I was for disappointing you. Again she probably hit me closer to 100 times than 50.

Then she told Louise to finish me off with an additional 25 strokes. Louise was now as animated as I’ve ever seen her, whipping me and calling me a white bitch and more. MW spread my ass cheeks and told her to get my cunt and a few directly on my hole. Trust me, she did not need encouragement. She flailed my asshole and my cunt then whacked a few more across my ass, commenting that she’d lost count and a few more wouldn’t hurt.

I was a total mess; screaming, crying, blurting goo out my nose. MW dropped her skirt and stuck her pussy in my face and had me bring her off. Then she sat down and suggested that Louise do the same. Louise stripped off her bra and panties and stuck her enormous boobs in my face, then her pussy, then her ass, then her pussy again which I licked until she came.  

MW commended Louise who in turn thanked her for the opportunity to beat the crap out on my white ass. MW told her to mark me and she pissed in my face. Mw asked if I fully understood the total obligation of maintaining the blog. I sobbed for disappointing both of you. She reiterated that other people, especially her friends and the girls, read the blog as well and quite frankly, they probably had the right to beat me as well. She told Louise to get the strap-on and fuck my ass which she did with as much intensity as the beating. MW touched my cunt with a vibe and I came.  She released me from the cuffs and led me to one of the cages. She told me to envision the scene happening again with a room full of my new friends participating.

I spent the night in the cage. The following morning Louise released me and brought me to MW. My ass and thighs were and of course still are a total mass of red welts and bruises. I was so sore that I could not sit for a prolonged period of time that day.  

Please accept my apology for failing to meet your expectations. I love you

Sept 10. 2016: Chicago, Day 2

Saturday morning Carina was still sleeping when I woke so I tiptoed out of the room and heard MW and Adele talking downstairs. I freshened up, threw on a robe and went down to join them. After kissing them good morning and pouring coffee Mw ask for the details of last night. I shared everything that I experienced with Carina. By the time I got the part of her pissing on me, Adele was squirming in her chair and noticeably squeezing her thighs together. MW smiled and told her she really should experience having her pussy eaten while she sipped her morning coffee, an integral part of the routine that happens almost every morning when I am at MW's. She nodded for me to show her and I slipped on my knees in front of her chair, she scooted her hips forward and I pulled her robe and nightie up and slowly licked her pussy until she came. 

I fixed eggs and toast for the three of us and with finished when Carina came sauntering into the kitchen. MW quizzed her on how she enjoyed the evening while I fixed her breakfast and made a fresh pot of coffee. After she finished eating, MW told me to take my robe off that she wanted to see how my body looked. Though Carina spanked me last night there really weren't any visible marks on my butt. MW told her she could have done a more thorough job spanking me. She asked Adele where she kept the spatulas. MW selected a wooden spoon and a long handled hard plastic spatula then told me to bend over the kitchen table and spread my legs. Using both devices she spanked me, lightly at first then delivered a series of harder swats until I was wincing to tears and my ass was stinging and marked. She told Carina that was the appropriate way to spank her whore. Carina took the devices and whacked the daylights out of my ass until I was crying. When she finished MW told me to thank my young mistress appropriately. Once again I knelt on the floor, pulled her panties off and lick her to an orgasm. MW knew that I needed my own relief but told me to lie on the kitchen floor, humiliate myself and finger myself off while I gazed up at my superiors. when i reached the point of orgasm, she had me ask Adele for permission to cumm. She granted it and I finished myself off.

Mid-morning, I joined MW and Adele on a walk around the neighborhood. MW pointed out the house she previously lived in before they moved Charlotte. We came back to the house and Mw had me change into a mini, thigh highs, heels, shelf bra and blouse. Karina joined us for a trip downtown where we stopped at a deli, stocked up on goodies and went to Grant Park for a picnic, strolled around and goofed off until late afternoon. 

From there, things got interesting. MW neglected to bring a butt plug for me on the trip so she wanted to find an adult store to purchase one. We drove to an area in the city populated by several adult toy stores. We chose one that looked halfway respectable and entered. There was an older white guy, hair in a ponytail, behind the counter and probably a dozen or so other people in the store, mostly men. We drew a lot of attention as Mw selected the plug she wanted and some lube. She also selected sliding pegs, a set of nipple suckers, metal hand cuffs, a ball gag and a small flogger. After she paid she asked the old guy if there was a changing room, that her slave needed this in her ass now. The old guy snickered and pointed to a curtain in the back corner of the store.

 Several other people heard this brief conversation and watched wide eyed as she led me to the curtain. She made no attempt to close the curtain, and with Adele and Carina giggling and several other shoppers staring at us, had me raise my skirt and bend over. She removed the plug from the packaging, lubed it and slid it up me. then she had me stand facing the open curtain and with about every pair of eyes in the store now fixated on us, had me unbutton my blouse. She pulled my blouse open exposing my tits fully displayed on the shelf bra, then clamped the pegs on my nipples. I felt my face flush beet red as about every shopper in the place stared and saw everything she was doing. She unwrapped the hand cuffs, pulled my arms behind my back and cuffed my wrists. Then she unwrapped the ball gag, parted my lips and buckled it behind my head. My cunt was oozing and tingling. She didn't button the blouse, leaving my clamped nipples and tits fully displayed and told me, "lets go, slave." We walked slowly through the store, me in a state of total humiliation, her ahead of me, Carina and Adele following closely as every eye in the place stared. Some guy made an offhanded comment that he'd love to fuck me. Mw stopped me in front of him and another guy so they got a good look at my tits, momentarily lifted my mini to expose my cunt, then said in a rather defiant voice... In your dreams, perp, that cunt belongs to me. As we passed the clerk guy, he laughed and said, have a nice day. Mw tossed the empty packages on the counter and said ... we intend to.  We walked out of the store and around to the parking lot beside the building where our car was parked. a young black guy and his Hispanic girlfriend followed us. Mw stopped, stared them down and said, did you not get a good look? She raised my skirt to expose my cunt. We got in the car and left. I was in the back seat with Carina. Mw told her to pull my mini off and lightly rub my cunt as we drove but be careful not to let me orgasm because humiliation sends me off the charts with arousal. 

By the time we pulled into Adele's garage I was wanton and crazed, nipples aching, cunt oozing and on fire, my ass feeling the plug and drool seeping out of my mouth. They helped me out of the car. In Adele's garage there are two metal posts floor to ceiling between her car and Carina's car. MW backed me up to one of the posts, removed the cuffs, pulled my blouse off and reconnected my wrists behind the post. She removed the shelf bra and nipple clamps, took the flogger and flailed my tits until they were red and i was moaning into the gag. She sucked my nipples until they were slick with saliva then attached the nipples suckers and twisted the ends, creating a vacuum, drawing my nipples already prominent from the clamps and the flogging, into tubes. This fiery, erotic sensation and pain sent me into a deeper rage. I glanced at my nipples extending to probably twice their length, shut my eyes and couldn't look again. She bad mouthed me for being such a naughty little whore and showing myself off to those people in the store. Then she took the flogger and vigorously whipped my cunt until I screamed and came. Tears filled my eyes as she continued to flog my cunt a few more strokes then handed the flogger to Carina and told her to do it. Carina was almost as merciless as Mistress and hit my cunt, tummy and the front of my thighs until i ultimately came again, moaning into the gag and crying. Adele also flogged my cunt a few times but it was mild compared to what I'd already received.

Mistress returned to me, removed the nipple suckers but still in a mood of total dominance, berated my elongated nipples and titled my face forward and barked at me to look at them, that this is what a whore’s nipples should look like. When i did, the grotesque nature of my temporarily elongated nipples and something surged through me like a charge of electricity and i came again. She pulled my hair back, spit into my face and told me again what a shameful slut I’d been back in the store. She told me to step my legs apart and pee on the garage floor. She told Adele not to fret that I'd clean it up later. She removed the cuffs and told me to drop to my hands and knees and crawl after them into the house. Once inside, she ordered me to crawl upstairs to the guest room, undressed from the waist down and pulled my head into her pussy. She came easily and I thanked her for her gift. She sent Carina to fetch the crop, paddle and strap-on which were still in her bedroom from last night’s use. She removed the plug, commenting on my splayed hole and saying .... we need to fill this up, girls. 

For an extended period of time, they did. Mistresses hopped up mood was contagious, even with Adele who shed her inhibitions about harshly using me and became extremely participative. . All of them, within the next few minutes, stripped nude. Mw shoved me to Adele. I ate her pussy then she flipped around and presented me her ass. I started kissing it but she wanted more. I rimmed her hole then tongued her ass. As i did, Carina began fucking mine. i seemed permanently sandwiched between the two of them in a variety of positions. even when I sucked Mw again, both of them fucked my ass and beat it. Carina took me solo, flinging me on the bed and pounding my cunt with the strappy. But for the most part, while i would service one of them, another would be fucking my ass or using the flogger, crop, paddle and their fingernails to torment me. There were interludes but they were all too brief. Throughout this Mw told me i was not to cum, that i'd had my greedy whore share of cumms and this was all about them and using me for their satisfaction. I did not break her rule. This free for all ended only when Mw called a halt to things. 

But there was one task yet to be done; cleaning the pee off the garage floor. They marched me down stairs, gave me wet rags and pushed me to my puddle. Mw asked me if i remembered how my day started, namely lying in the kitchen floor and masturbating. I did. She had me lie in the piss puddle and masturbate again for them. As i did earlier, when i got close, i asked for permission. It was denied at first then Mw told me to cumm. She pissed on me as I did. They left me to clean things up and join them back upstairs. 

When i rejoined them, Mw had drawn me a bath in the tub and added oil beads. She gave me beautiful aftercare, bathing me, rinsing me off, asking it i wanted food, I did not. She had Carina prepare a fruit smoothie for me insisted i drink it. She treated the worst of my bruises and I reaffirmed my devotion to her. She tucked me in bed (probably around 9:00p). I think i was asleep within minutes.

I Love You, e

Sept 9, 2016: Chicago

Our flight from Charlotte landed about one in the afternoon. For the trip up she let me wear a turquoise semi sheer blouse,  half cup turquoise lace bra, no panties, Black miniskirt, turquoise slingback heels. We sat in first class enjoy free drinks snd lunch. Upon arrival she had reserved a hired car and driver to take us to Adele's home.

Adele is a vivacious bubbly woman, about 5'5", a few pounds too many but very stylish. She welcomed me warmly and my inclusion in MW's life. I took our suitcases up to the guest room and both of us freshened up then returned to Adele. Most of the conversation was catching up between Adele and MW until her daughter, Carina, a schoolteacher, arrived home around 4:30. The last time MW saw Her was at her high school graduation so there was a lot of conversation about what has been happening in her life. Karina is very attractive, slim, fit. Yummy.

Adele opened a bottle of champagne and toasted the reunion. She brought out trays of munchies and chicken salad and we moved to the dining room table. We talked, ate and laughed about funny stories and opened a second bottle of champagne. The conversation shifted to sex and both Adele and Carina asked for the juicy details of my history. The questions became more of an interrogation but I held nothing back and that I was honored to be her slave. By the end of that conversation it was explicitly clear that I was a no holds barred slut to black women.

MW thought it was time to put words in action and told me to take my clothes off. I stood and striped naked except for the heels. I moved to the corner of the table, Adele on my left, Carina to my right. My cunt was absolutely throbbing as Adele, murmuring sweet words of desire ran her hands over my tits, tummy and down to my cunt while Carina stroked my butt and thigh. MW asked how they wanted to proceed, that she had a few toys including a strap-on in her suitcase and asked if nudity between Adele and her daughter broke any barriers. Adele said there were no secrets in this house and right now she wanted her pussy attended to. She shifted her chair towards me, pulled her skirt up and opened her legs. I knelt and ate her right there in the dining room demonstrating as best I could what I have been trained to do. she sipped champagne, stroked my hair and sweetly encouraged me on. The tenderness in her words (oh evie, yes, more) morphed into dirty talk until she moaned, "oh you damn bitch, bring me off!" and i did. After bringing her down, I turned to Carina and helped her out to her tight slacks, pulled her panties down to her ankles and licked her. She was down and dirty right from the get-go, draped one leg over my shoulder and rocked off an intense orgasm. I told both of them that it was my pleasure to bring them off. Adele confided that that was the first time a white woman has ever sucked her pussy.

After things subsided, Mw told me to clear the table which i did, loaded the dishwasher and cleaned the kitchen while they talked then joined them in the living room. Adele, very tipsy from the champagne pulled me onto the sofa with her and begin kissing me, fondling my tits and grabbing my butt. Mw suggested that Adele just take me to bed and get what she wanted, that she would stay downstairs and talk with Carina.

In the bedroom, Adele and I kissed some more and I undressed her. We fell into bed and I sucked her nipples and licked her pussy and inserted a finger in her ass. She told me to take a dildo out of the bedside table drawer and fuck her pussy which I did. After cumming she passed out. I laid with her for a while but desperately wanted to cumm. So I wandered back downstairs and reported to MW what it happened. Mw told Carina to take me to bed and for me to open her suitcase and take the toys out which were packed in a red velvet cloth. We got the toys – the strap on, cuffs, two coils of rope, clamps, dildo, vibrator, paddle  and crop. 

Carina's  eyes lit up, saying for me to bring all of that and we disappeared into her bedroom. 

I found Carina to be much more forceful. After striping her naked and kneeling to kiss her pussy, she had me I suck her off again. 

Then she turned her attention to the toys and picked up the cuffs.  She position to be on the bed on my back, extended my arms above my head snapped the cuff around my left wrist, ran the short chain behind one of the spindles of the headboard and then snap the other cuff to my right wrist. She clapped my nipples and then tugged on the chain She took a dildo and began thrusting it into my pussy while she licked my clit and pulled on the chain connected my nipples until I was in ecstasy and exploded. I thanked her and she told me she wasn't finished with me by a longshot, that she knew what white girls needed. She knelt over my face and pushed her ass over my mouth, and spread her cheeks and said that MW told her I was a total ass whore. she'd alternate between rising off my face and then smashing her butt down on my face until I was gasping for breath, raising just enough for me to breathe and then having me continue to lick her ass. She would say things like… White girls have no shame they're all whores.  I told her I was her complete whore and to do anything she wanted. She laughed that I didn't have to say that because she already knew it. She scooted her ass back so I could reach her pussy and I licked her again as she pressed her body on top of me and licked my cunt. She came again and I did too. Then she pulled my legs back over my head and tied my ankles to the headboard, exposing both my cunt and my asshole. She put on a strap on and fucked my pussy then moved the girl cock to my ass, lubed my hole with her spit and took my ass while she tugged on the nipple chain. She told me not to come yet, took the paddle and spanked my ass, then beat my cunt until I came. To finish, she moved her pussy back over my mouth and had me lick her off again.

She untied me, unlocked  the cuffs from the headboard but cuffed my hands behind my back. She had me squat in the shower stall for her. When I started peeing she stood in front of me and pissed all over me, telling me I was not the first white bitch she'd soaked. She turned on the shower to wash the piss off of me still leaving my hands cuffed behind me and then put me to bed. Once under the covers she had me scoot down and lick her pussy off again. Only then did she remove the cuffs. and we fell asleep. I was exhausted but omg was she good. 

Following morning she asked me if I liked what She did and related her experience with white girls which began when she was 15. Since then she had eight other white girls and they're all the same. She said I was by far the oldest but greedy enough to let her do anything she wanted to which made me a lot. We also talked a lot about you and how you lead me into this in my mid 40s. Carina said she'd always heard older women were better sluts because they had less inhibitions. 

More later. Kisses. E 

Sept 8, 2016: 100 days of Nakedness

Today marked the 100 consecutive day of being completely naked. This was Mw's unstated goal. A few minutes ago she told me that as a reward she was taking me away for the weekend to an specified destination and I'll be allowed to wear clothes that she has selected for the trip but will convey my position as her slut. 

I'm excited. My love, e

Sept 1, 2016: Ebonie

Wednesday, Mw spent a day at the spa, and when she came home she told me the following... 

A young black girl named Ebonie attended her. Mw thought she was adorable and started an intense conversation with the girl, age 26, her background, single, and such. She tipped her generously and then said there was something more she would like to offer her if she was interested. She told her that an older white woman lives with her and since this woman, me, is undergoing an extensive period of nudity, would probably enjoy a pedi and mani which would have to be done in the house, and, if she was open-minded, sex would be a reward. Ebonie agreed.  

Around 6:00 last night Ebonie came by with her a little kit of essential items. I was presented to her naked in my Lucite platforms and definitely embarrassed. Mw was right; this girl was adorable; medium height, well proportioned, slightly frizzed Afro, a beautiful face and a charming smile. The three of us went to one of the guest bedrooms, I sat in a chair and Ebonie demurely gave me a pedi and mani. By the time she finished I was completely overwhelmed with the desire to have sex with this girl. But MW gave her an additional suggestion, to gloss my cunt lips, nipples and tits. While I sat there in total lust, Ebonie glossed my nipples and areolas in a bright red and then used gold glitter to paint my tits then colored in my cunt lips with red and outlined them in gold glitter. While that dried she glossed my lips, applied blue eye-shadow, some make up and then drew little circles around my navel with a little line pointing to my pussy. Mw had her write the word "whore" just above my cunt. Then MW had me get out of the chair, look at myself in a full length mirror (gawd, I looked fucking sexy), walk around the room and strike several seductive poses. 

Mw ask her if she would like to have her reward, to have her pussy eaten. Ebonie did this cute little smile. Mw said if she preferred, she'd leave the room. But Ebonie said she had no problem with her staying. She stripped out of her well fitting little blue uniform and unclasped her bra revealing a beautiful set of breasts and then slid her panties off revealing her smooth pussy. I was like, "oh yes!"

Ebonie sat in the chair. I knelt in front of her. We kissed then I moved to her breasts and nipples and licked down her tummy to her pussy. I licked her wantonly and also slide a finger into her ass, sucked her clit until she exploded. After she's ebbed I lightly kissed her pussy, swirled my tongue against her ass then licked her precious nectar into my mouth. It was absolutely heavenly. 

Mw asked her to do one more thing, gave her a vibe and told her to bring the old whore off. I took Ebonies place in the chair spread my legs and she slid the vibe between my painted cunt lips and dangled her tits over my face. I sucked and fondled her breasts while she brought me off. I thanked her profusely. 

Only then did Mw tell Ebonie that I was her complete slave and I was used to having black women treat me like an object and if she would like to have me again, anything goes. To demonstrate what she meant, Mw had me stand about 3 feet away from the wall, lean forward until my hands were against the wall and my legs were spread. She gave Ebonie a hairbrush and told her to spank my ass.  She giggled and gave me a very sensual spanking until my cheeks were stinging. Mw then cuffed my hands behind me, had me pee while she and Ebonie watched then told me to leave the room and wait downstairs by the front door. I did. It was at least 20-30 minutes before they came downstairs and I knew they made love. Ebonie was smiling ear to ear, didn't say much to me other than I looked slutty and hoped I enjoyed my new look.   

When she left, Mw was still glowing and told me this girl was a keeper. 

I thought you'd find this interesting. By the way, this is my 94th day of being naked. Unbelievable! My love, e

Aug 22, 2016: Louise Returns

Louise has returned and it was predictable though she didn't get here until late Monday afternoon. She and MW had a private conversation and then I was summoned and knelt naked in front of her. I gave her the money I earned fucking the four women Friday night and told her how I earned it. I showed her the multiple bruises and rope marks from my ordeal. I also told her I had been naked since 1 June and was forbidden to wear clothes until further notice  She rolled in laughter. Mw smilingly told her to relax and enjoy me for the rest of the afternoon and evening and her duties would not start until Tuesday morning. 

Louise had me carry her suitcases and two boxes of stuff up to her room. Within minutes she had me in her bed licking her pussy and sucking her ass until she had rocked off multiple orgasms. Then she had me unpack her suitcases and boxes of miscellaneous stuff and put those in the bureau and closet. As I did that she told me I was a bigger whore now that when she left. 

After unpacking her things, she told me to go get a strappy, lube, four ropes, a crop, flogger and a paddle and that she was going to put me in my place. When I returned I knelt and presented her all the items that she wanted then she tied me facedown spread to the four corners of her bed with several pillows under my hips to raise my ass. 

I waited in trepidation and anticipation while she verbally degraded with about everything she could think of. Then she climbed on the bed and started playing with my cunt and laughing about how gooey and dripping it was and made me tell her how much I wanted her to beat and fuck me. I seriously begged and told her I was her white trash slut. She beat my still bruised ass with everything I'd brought then use the crop and flogger on my cunt to get me worked up. She put on a strappy and fucked my cunt until I came twice. She backed out, beat my ass some more, lubed it and eased the strappy into my hole and fucked my ass, slowly at first then at full tempo until I was screaming and crying and telling her that I was her fuck toy and slut. She pinched my clit and I came again. 

I laid there in tears thinking that Dominique was never like this and reflecting that Louise had years of experience with me. In short, she was damn good. She untied me from the bed and dragged me into the bathroom. She retied my hands behind my back, closed the drain to the tub and had me squat in the tub and pee. While I did she stood in front of me, pissed on my head and face and into my mouth. She pushed me down, laughed at me lying in piss and tied my ankles together. She stripped naked, turned on the shower, stood over me and showered. By the time she was finished, i was lying in a tub full of dirty water and piss. 

She dried off and dressed, went down to the kitchen to get something to eat. When she came back she pissed on me again before draining the tub and untying me. She had me bend across the commode and fucked my cunt again, then told me to shower, go downstairs and make myself a sandwich and then and join her in bed. I ate her off again then she fell asleep. 

The following morning, i reported in to Mw. She told me to get used to this, that Louise had a lot of frustrations to work off.   

Aug 20, 2016: Four Women at a Hotel

Friday evening MW said she had someone lined up for me. I showered, and fixed my hair and at her instructions put on a pair of black pumps and a beige mini-dress that buttoned down the front, buttons of course left unbuttoned. We left the house around 8:30 and drove to a hotel in the suburbs adjacent to an interstate. She parked at the end of the building and using a key card she already had, came in through the side door and took the elevator to the fourth floor. Halfway down the hallway she took my dress leaving my naked and gave me the key card to room 418. 

I opened the door and froze. Four black women who I'd never laid eyes on before were impatiently waiting for me and burst into shouts and laughter. Mw pushed me into the room and locked the door. The women’s comments immediately became taunting and raunchy. All of them were probably around 40, two were reasonably well proportioned, one was chubby and one was ultra-fat. The room reeked of their perfume and liquor from a makeshift bar they'd created. Mw let me absorb my humiliation and fate for a moment then told them this is the whore, pay up. Money quickly changed hands. Mw counted it, then told them I was theirs for three hours, do anything they wanted and enjoy. She then settled herself in one of the two chairs in the room. I quickly looked at the clock by the bed and noted it was 9:10.

They surrounded me, groping me and mocking me for being naked and having a smooth cunt. One of them stuck her fingers into my cunt and told me … “bitch, we're gonna have some fun with you tonight”. She ran her fingers through my hair while one woman pulled my nipples then roughly shoved me onto the king sized bed. The chubby one opened a large paper bag and pulled out rope, dildos and paddles. They wrestled me face down on the bed; one woman sat on my shoulders while another twisted my arms behind me and tied my wrists behind my back. I struggled. Another woman sat on my ass while the other two pulled my ankles back against my thighs and tied my legs, left ankle to left thigh, right to right. I was completely helpless. They rolled me over onto my back. I stared up at them as two women began undressing and listened to their verbal humiliation about being a fucking whore, a stupid cunt and naked white trash. One of the nude women sat on my face and pushed her hairy cunt against my mouth. One of the others stuck fingers in my cunt and laughed that the bitch was sopping wet. The one nestled over my face began to ride my face. It wasn't so much me licking her as it was her grinding off of my face until she came. The plump one, now down to a pink bra replaced the one on my face but turned her ass to my mouth. Another one titled my face to this woman’s ass and ordered me to suck ass. I did amidst a bevy of mocking, jeering comments. The third woman mounted my face, turned her ass to my mouth and I sucked her while the fingers into my cunt were replaced by a dildo. After the three women had their first orgasms, the last one, the ultra-fat woman, shimmied out of her purple dress and took off her black bra and panties. She laid face down on the bed and the other three quickly pulled me off my back, put me in a bent over kneeling position. The ultra-fat woman pulled her ass cheeks apart and the others shoved my face between her fat ass cheeks and forced my mouth against her smelly asshole and told me to suck. Helpless, I did. The others separated my knees as far apart as possible and began attacking my cunt and ass with fingers and dildos. This kept on until I came while sucking ass. Their talk was now completely jive and ghetto and my face a smelly, gooey mess.

They paused for more drinks while I laid there on my right side. One of them came back, pulled me up and drizzled a drink down my throat, saying I’d probably need it. Then she pushed me to my back and began biting my nipples while another one rammed fingers then her whole hand into my cunt. The woman biting my nipples shifted her pussy over my face and I ate her to a cumm again and then sucked the ultra-fat womans pussy.

They pulled me off the bed and had me on my knees on the floor. One woman slapped my tits with a belt. Another stood behind me and positioned my upturned face right under her pussy and pissed on the top of my head. Another pissed across my tits, tummy and pussy. Then the ultra-fat woman locked my face between her hideously fleshy thighs and pissed straight into my face. Mw called one woman over to her and whispered something to her. She hooted and told me to piss for them. As I did she caught most of it in a red solo cup, then added tequila and told me to drink it. Thy went ape crazy with laughter then kicked my piss soaked body to the floor and the sex started all over again. They decided the floor hurt their knees and lifted me back on the bed. I pleaded that my legs were numb and my knees severely aching. They untied my legs and also my hands saying I sure as hell wasn’t going anywhere.

This mayhem continued. Being untied gave them more freedom to jerk and pull me around by my hair, tits and arms. Sometimes I was on my back being queened, other times on my knees on the bed while they stood over me forcing my face into their pussies or asses. One of them sat on the edge of the bed and draped me across her lap while they all spanked me with their paddle and a belt. Then the ultra-fat one picked me up and dropped ceremoniously back onto the bed. Mw told them I needed a sound beating and don’t hold back. They pulled my legs back over my head while they pinned my arms to the bed and fucked my cunt and ass and them beat my cunt, ass and thighs. The chubby one pulled me up to my knees and pinned my arms behind me while the ultra-fat one slapped my face, spit on me and slapped my tits. One of the two well-proportioned women stood in front of me and had me suck her off for probably the fourth of fifth time. I seriously lost track of how many times I sucked ass or pussy or sucked their tits or licked their armpits throughout this drunken debauchery.

Around midnight, Mw told them their time was almost up. To finish me off, they put towels on the floor, stretched me out on the floor, one holding my hands above my head, another holding my feet. One after the other they face sat me jeering at me to get a final taste of their cumm and ass. Then they drenched me with piss again and told me I was the most worthless piece of shit they’d ever seen and they sure as hell got their monies worth. With that they cleaned up some, dressed, thanked Mw and asked if they could have me again. Mw said … maybe. They left smiling and laughing about having the best "girls night out" ever.

I laid there like a lifeless noodle. Mw didn’t say anything for a moment then told me to sit up. I rolled to one side then sat. She told me I needed this, that I shouldn’t get too absorbed in seducing Daphne’s girls who didn’t fully understand me and I needed a good working over by women who appreciated the opportunity to abuse her property. She helped me to my feet and guided me to the bath tub and filled it. I soaked in the tub and let the water work its magic then she drained the tub and told me to shower. When I came out of the bathroom, she put $40.00 on the table, saying the maids would have a major task to get this room cleaned. We left around 1:20 a.m.

On the ride home she said the women paid her a total of $600.00 for the experience. Furthermore, she told me that when Louise comes back on Sunday I would give her this money as a welcome home present and I’d be expected to explain to her in complete detail how it was earned. Her only other comment was that she thought these women did a thorough job on me and I’d more than likely see them again sometime. Then I thanked her for the experience of allowing me to serve her.

Who these women were or where they came from or how Mw connected with them, I have no idea. And as you can gather from my narrative, I don’t even know their names.

Forever yours, e.