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