Ma’am, here is the episode I wrote earlier and sent to Mw. She added some info as well.
A few days ago MW told me we were going to see Mavis, dressed me in a black quarter cup bra, garter belt and seamed dark hose and red high heel peep toe pumps. I teased my hair and fixed it very stylishly and went “definitely slutty” on my makeup. She gave me a black silk short robe but left it open so that the front of my body remained completely exposed. She had me take the travel bag with an assortment of toys. I sat in the front seat with her and we drove to Mavis house.
Mavis obviously was expecting us and to my surprise, Hannah was there also. This was the first time Mw and Hannah met each other. Mavis had prepared tea and cookies. I removed the robe and served them. We chatted briefly, Mavis had me kneel and describe the things that I have been doing, essentially what I wrote to you recently. After finishing the tea Mavis said she was ready to go. I looked puzzled. Mw told me to stand. She asked Mavis and Hannah their opinion on whether to leave the bra on or not and should I be restrained when I met these people and if so how. Mavis thought the bra gave my tits a nice lift and my nipples were exposed but debated if it might be better if my tits were fully exposed and the sag of my tits more evident. They kicked that around but decided the bra should stay on. As for restraints they debated between rope, knowing how much tying me with rope heightens my submissiveness and anticipation but decided the slave chains that Tisha got me years ago made more of a statement. Mw and Hannah pulled my arms behind me attached the metal bracelets connected by about 6” of chain around my wrists, the connected that to the waist chain then locked the ankle cuffs on me and attached the chain from the waist to the ankles. I quivered wondering what awaited me. Mw inserted a red ball gag in my mouth then attached a collar and a short red leash. She draped the robe around my shoulders and we walked out to her car, the chains clanking with every step.
Hannah sat in front with Mw and Mavis in back with me. As we rode to wherever, Mavis played with my cunt, dragged her fingers through my slit, around my clit and down my inner thigh's. My cunt oozed. My thoughts were muddled between her teasing, my anxiety of where we were going, and who they were taking me to see. We turned into a neighborhood of older small brick ranch style houses made another turn and then into a driveway and pulled up to an old garage. I freaked; we were at Daphne's.
instantly I recalled the number of times I've been fucked in that garage. I reeled at the thought that I would be back in the garage on this particularly sweltering 95° day.
But instead, they pulled me out of the car and quickly ushered me toward Daphne’s back door. The clanking of chains announced my arrival as we entered the house. Mw pulled the robe off me as we entered.
Daphne greeted me with exuberant laughter. But it wasn't just her. Her daughters stood to her right. I couldn't believe it; now this whole thing hit me - the excessive build up, the preparation; everything. and my mind raced to the past.
When I first met Daphne about eight years ago at a brunch and began a conversation with her that led to her being the first black woman I ever picked up, her daughters that morning at the brunch were age 4 and two. I had not seen the girls since then other than one time when I was tied up in the garage I saw them playing in the backyard. Another time, I don't remember how long ago, I’m pretty sure one of them peered in the window while I was being fucked before darting back to the house.
The atmosphere inside the house was electric. Waves of humiliation swept over my face. I don't know who was more astonished, me or the two girls. But they stared at me with looks of bewilderment and amazement. MW hugged Daphne and then warmly greeted the two girls. Mavis suddenly became her old Cheshire grin self and Hannah couldn’t stop giggling. I stood there in disbelief, wanting to flee but powerless to move. Daphne hugged me, kissed my gagged mouth and boldly palmed my cunt. Her daughters laughed. She stepped back and said … “look at this, all decked out like what you are! You are something else!” Then she took my leash and pulled me in front of her daughters and introduced, Delilah, 12, and Misha who just had her 11th birthday. Then she said … this is Evie, she’s my old whore. My humiliation only deepened.
Hannah in the meantime opened the refrigerator, pulled out a bottle of Prosecco and filled glasses. They toasted the moment. The girls began to ask questions, who is she, what’s up with this, why was I naked? Daphne looked at Mw.
Mw shook her head “no” then said to the girls that she was pleased they asked those questions but they would get their answers from me, and to wait a minute. MW led me away from the group but within their view. She told me to think back to something she mentioned a couple of months ago - that she had this little fantasy about a scenario where I was presented to younger girls, younger than the ones I’d been with, who had no knowledge of me and I was put in the humiliating position of revealing myself, telling them that I was a slut and wanted them to use me. She asked if I remembered that conversation. I nodded yes. She continued that she had been looking for the right opportunity and in a recent conversation with Mavis shared her thoughts. Mavis suggested Daphne's girls. A few days ago she and Mavis had lunch with Daphne and talked about how this might happen. That led to this.
She said this isn’t anything that I haven’t encountered before, the only difference is the girls ages. Everything doesn’t have to happen today, nothing may, but judging by their reaction they’re very curious. She expected me to talk to these girls, answer their questions and ask them to use me. These girls were not tipped off about me coming and in her mind, may need time to process things, but if this worked out, over time this could become a very interesting situation. I may have to train them but Daphne is there for them, too, as is Mavis. She asked if I got it, I nodded yes. She removed the gag, walked me back to the kitchen, got a glass of Prosecco and tilted it to my lips. I drained it.
Mw suggested that we all might be more comfortable in the living room instead of standing around the kitchen. Mavis readily agreed. We relocated there, the girls both sat on the arms of an overstuffed chair, Mavis, Hannah and Daphne on the sofa and Mw in another chair. Mw told the girls to ask their questions but before they did, she told me it would be appropriate for a slave to kneel before her betters. I knelt though the chains hampered me. Mw sensed it and said let’s get rid of those and unlocked them.
The girls peppered me with questions, the first being why was I naked and why was I a slave. I answered. Then I told them I was Ms Marion’s fulltime slave and many years ago I started seeing black women to get fucked and it had become my life. However, before I revealed that their mom and also Mavis had fucked me I turned and looked at both of them, they nodded yes. I told them their mom fucked me many times and Mavis was unbelievably significant in training me to serve black women and girls. They lost focus on me and turned to Daphne, asking her questions. She almost got embarrassed and said they’d talk later. So they asked Mavis who said it’s better that you find out these things for yourselves and they should listen to the slut kneeling in front of you. When we got back on track, I indicated that sometimes the women who fucked me let their daughters fuck me and some of those girls passed me around to their friends. One again they short-circuited and said they had lots of friends. Then they said one of their friends even beat up a white girl at the bus stop. One of them said they wanted a popsicle. They came back with grape popsicles telling me that was their favorite.
The conversation shifted back to me. they asked if I could cumm, I told then I have, many times, and I love it when a black girl makes me cumm, especially if she has been rough with me first. Delilah boasted that she could cumm and it felt good. I wanted to ask how but didn’t. I told her I would love to make her cumm and make her feel good. She continued boasting that she knew you didn’t have to have a dick to have a cumm; you just use your fingers and your hands. I said it’s also possible by placing my mouth on your pussy and licking you. She said she knew that, she just didn’t say it. Then she asked what does being rough mean. I said spankings, hard spankings that make me hurt; being hurt makes me cumm harder. I asked her if she ever hit a white girl or even somebody older. She replied that Momma says she wasn’t supposed to but she did anyway. Daphne rolled her eyes. I returned to the topic of cumming and said I hoped sometime she would let me make her cumm. She nodded and asked if she could see my pussy. I shifted back and opened my legs. She didn’t get out of the chair but said mine is different than hers. Then she stared talking about some pussy she saw on the internet.
Mw signaled me and mouthed the words “swim in the pool.” I nodded and asked the girls if I could see them again and we could talk more about cumming and spankings, that they could tell me what they knew and demonstrate it on me and I could do the same. I also said Ms Marion has a pool in her backyard, would they like to come over to her house and swim. Of course. Delilah asked if they come over was I going to be naked again. I said I am always naked. She said good, because she would want to see my pussy again. I told her that she could see it anytime she wished. She asked one last question ... why did I have those chains on when I came. I’d answered that question earlier but answered it again. She asked if I wore them all the time. I said I wear what my Mistress wishes me to wear. Mw intervened and said when they came over there could be lots of surprises for them.
With that we prepared to go. Mavis and Hannah decided to stay for dinner and Daphne would take them home later. The four of them talked privately while I talked with the girls about their dolls. I hugged both girls before we left. I also kissed Delilah on the lips.
Mw was completely pleased and said I handled it beautifully and she felt we’d done as much as we could for an initial session. She’s obviously impressed with Delilah. I'm sure there will be more to follow.