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.