Hi, a quick
update.
Mw's hired
car arrived shortly after we chatted on Monday morning. I was dressed in what
little I could wear, my small bag packed with shoes and toiletries, pc case by
the door, put on the coat Mw sent and tied it around my waist.
The driver,
which in the past has been an elderly black man, was this time a black woman,
probably around 40, slicked back hair, chauffeur uniform, etc. She introduced herself as Doreen and had
instructions to check if I was dressed as Mw directed; she told me to open the
coat. I felt my face flush, but untied
the sash and stood there in the elbow length mesh gloves, hose garter belt and
heels. She looked at me luridly, smiled and nodded. I drew the coat together
and tied the sash around my waist. She picked up my bags and escorted me to the
car. I sat in the rear seat on the right side. Once she’d driven out through
the gates of Sherrie’s subdivision, she pulled the car off the road and said I
would not need to coat for the ride down, to take it off and hand it to her. I
thought, my gawd, I’m not even at Mw’s and the humiliation has started … I removed
it and handed it to her. We drove in silence other than one comment she made
that I must be some special kind of cunt and another comment that most of her jobs
weren’t this much fun. I felt this wave of humiliation that took forever to
leave my mind.
Arriving at Mw’s
around 9:30 a.m., Doreen gave me the coat and escorted me to the door. Mw greeted
me and told Doreen to come back tomorrow for her tip. She smiled and left.
Mw told me
to remove the coat. Then we embraced. I shook all over, told her I was hers.
She kissed me and told me to fix mimosas and we would talk. Drinks in hand she
sat in the living room, and I knelt in front of her. She told me there would be
a certain period of retraining because she was certain I’d probably slacked off
being with Molly and Sherrie.
We talked extensively
through a second round of mimosas then went upstairs to her bedroom. I
undressed her then myself and made love to her body, bringing her off several
times. She didn’t allow me to orgasm. Around 2:00 we rolled out of bed, I
washed her body, dressed her then put the things back on that I’d worn over.
We went
downstairs and snacked. I hadn’t seen Louise and asked about her, the answer
being that she was in Alabama this week visiting her family. Mw said we’d have
visitors soon and to busy myself in her kitchen preparing certain items.
Around 4:30,
Tara arrived. After hugs and her expressions of how nice it was to have me back
she handed Mw a folded piece of paper. Mw read it, nodded, handed it to me to
read. It was basically a short two paragraph contract specifying that I was
hers (Mw’s), that I surrendered myself to her superiority and power
unconditionally, that she was my owner and I was her slave, her property, to do
with as she wanted. Perplexed, I mentioned naively that there was no end
date. She said I would be hers for as
long as she wanted, certainly for months upon months, I belonged here and she
saw no reason to specify an ending.
I signed, she
signed and Tara signed as a witness.
Mw told me
to fetch more bottles of champagne, others would be joining us shortly. Then
she and Tara tied my arms behind me, my forearms against each other, ropes
around my upper body and tits and finally a large ball gag pushed in my mouth
and buckled behind my head. Tara
commented that I looked perfectly natural. Promptly at 5:00, Lorraine arrived
and was soon followed by Jocelyn, Angie and Talia. I was shoved and pulled from
one to the other, enduring their comments and quivering as their fingers probed
me. I realized how much I’d missed this, being objectified. Regardless of their
comments I felt good, whole and purposeful. Nothing mattered. My cunt reeked of
arousal. I realized this is what I thrive on.
This party
atmosphere gained momentum. More champagne, more fingers claiming me, anal
beads shoved in then pulled out of my ass. The party moved downstairs to the
dungeon. They pushed me across the horse, pulled out the beads and someone
shoved a girl cock in my ass. Then it became one after the other after the
other. The gag came out and I sucked Jocelyn first, then Lorraine, then Angie. Talia
and Tara moved me off the horse and over to the wooden perch against the thick
wooden post, raised and held my legs up and started fucking my cunt and ass.
Talia insisted that I watch everything that was done to me, to absorb the
beauty of black women taking what they wanted. And I did, them fucking my cunt,
my ass, tormenting my tits and nipples until I was spaced out. I started
cumming and screaming. They kept going and I kept cumming until I cried.
They untied
me but that didn’t stop the party. It just gave me more freedom to satisfy
them. The ass fucking was crazy until I felt like a ragdoll. It’d been well
over 10 weeks since I’d been treated like this and there was a lot of emotion
flowing on both sides as if they had to establish their dominance all over
again. It went on until 9:00 that night.
After they
left, I cleaned up the dungeon and then went upstairs and cleaned the kitchen.
Around 10:30 I curled up next to Mw, brought her off again and slept until 7:00
this morning.
I have not
dressed all day. I cleaned things, did laundry.
This afternoon Doreen the chauffeur lady came by to get her “tip”. I
found out that she’s a rather strong dyke type. Mw let her take me up to one of
the bedrooms. It was strictly a one sided make her cumm type session.
I will do
the best I can to keep you informed. Your happy slut, e
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