March 4-6, 2017. Ceejay and Luanne

Published as what I wrote to Mistress Jody, with minor modifications

This past weekend, instead of serving with Sherrie during her visit, which were Mistress initial plans, she received a generous offer from someone requesting me for the weekend. I'm foggy how all of this came about other than the person requesting me was a friend of someone who attended the party back in December.

Two women, arrived at Mw's on Friday afternoon, March 3^rd. after a short conversation with them, Mw summed me and I met Ceejay and Luanne. Ceejay was sort of scary; a black lesbian dyke in her 50s, heavy set, very short hair styled like a man, and dressed in jeans, a plaid shirt and a military style jacket.  Luanne, her partner, 32, was much more feminine in appearance and wore leggings, a cami, a blazer and modest heels. MW had me all dolled up in a short black mini, white blouse, quarter cup bra, no panties thigh highs and heels. They liked what they saw and paid. 

On the short ride to their place, I sat in the back seat as they whispered back and forth to each other. Ceejay said she understood that I was a white bitch with a history of submission, pain and abuse by black women. I chilled and said yes Maam. She corrected me that she was not a “ma’am or mistress” and “sir or master” would be more to her liking. I apologized.  

We arrived at their place, a modest brick bungalow story and a half style house with a basement and a detached garage around back and a tastefully landscaped back yard and patio. We came in the back door. Despite all my experiences, I was nervous due to Ceejay’s intimidating attitude and previous remarks. They opened beers from the fridge and shoved one at me, I drank.

We moved to the living room. They relaxed on the leather sofa in the small living room, whispered and kissed. Ceejay said she was getting all sexed up thinking about this white bitch that likes being treated like a whore. They told me to lose the skirt and blouse, they wanted to see what I had. I did and listened to them make a lot of cutting about me. They had me fetch another round of beers. Ceejay’s manner was supremely confident and Luanne wasn’t far behind but more rational.

Ceejay made it clear that they would get their monies worth and I’d get more than a sexed up fucking. She motioned me closer to her then grabbed both my tits, brutally squeezing and twisting them until I winced in pain. She released them and had me kneel and remove her boots and jeans. (She wears boxers and was packing.) I sucked her fake cock then she pointed me to her partner. Luanne told me lick her toes that we’d get to the serious sex later. I sucked her toes while Ceejay came behind me and rubbed the girl cock through my ass crack and cunt but made no attempt to penetrate me, only commenting that she intended to fuck me senseless later. 

They wanted food, asked if I had a credit card, gave me well-worn Chinese takeout menu and told me to order take out.

Afterwards, we went upstairs to the master bedroom which encompassed the entire upper floor lavishly decorated in a Victorian style - heavy mauve drapes, flocked wall paper, a huge four poster bed, various rugs over a polished pine floor, a small balcony overlooking the back yard. Ceejay used metal handcuffs to restrain my hands behind my back. She fucked my mouth, removed her strappy and had me suck her off. They undressed and literally laid across my body and kissed passionately and murmured their love. What was revealed during this intimacy was that this weekend was their fifth anniversary as a couple and renting me for the weekend was Luanne’s gift to her partner. I seriously teared up. After a brief interlude, I licked Luanne off then Ceejay.

Saturday, things became more serious and started with them giving me an enema, positioned on the floor with my knees tucked under me, head and shoulders on the floor. The first one was soapy water and tequila followed by two cleansing enemas, all expelled in the commode. Ceejay said she refused to defile her precious strappy with a white whore’s dirty shit. We returned to the bedroom. I anticipated they would take my ass but they had other ideas.  

Luanne took soiled panties and pantyhose out of the hamper while Ceejay gathered a few more things. They took me down to the basement - small, clean, neat. Washer and dryer, boxes stacked on metal shelves and a small table along one wall with more boxes. Ceejay told me they intended to take their customary morning walk through a park then have coffee at a café then he mockingly said he didn’t want me to feel neglected. How long they would be away depended on what they felt like, who they ran into but it could be an hour, or two, or three. Ceejay cuffed my hands behind me with metal cuffs then bent me forward, lubed my hole and worked a butt plug up my ass.  They guided me to the floor and Ceejay restrained my ankles and legs together with black electrical tape. Luanne wadded up her dirty panties and stuffed them in my mouth then pulled one leg of the pantyhose over my head, then the other, then wound the remaining parts around until my head was tightly encased in nylon. But the worst was yet to come. Ceejay wound the tape over the panty gag, winding it around my head several times then wound tape over my eyes multiple times and around my head, making sure the tape also covered my ears. Suddenly I couldn’t talk, see or hear. They pushed me to the floor and left.

I muffed in to gag but that was futile. I sensed I was alone. It didn’t take long for the totality of this to get into my psyche. The dirty panty gag, the nylon stretched tightly across my head and the black electrical tape wound around my eyes, also covering my ears gave me a horrible sensation of helplessness. I was scared. I contemplated everything, the loss of senses, the odorous gag, my plugged ass. Also, I hadn’t been allowed to cumm since I arrived and my cunt was desperate. I tried not to think but that was impossible. I realized how helpless I was and began to feel powerless, humiliated and broken.

How long I was there I don’t know. Tension and anxiety built within me, the effect of all this intensifying. I tried to imagine what they were doing, what they’d do to me when they returned. Mind-boggling. I lost all sensibility and was frantic with visions of what I’d gotten myself into.

I was so out of it that did not hear them return. My first sensation of their presence was feet nudging my body then being dragged across the floor and lifted until my upper body was face down on the table, my feet still on the floor. They removed the tape from my ankles and knees, separated my legs then taped my ankles against the table legs. They removed the butt plug. Fingers plunged into me and lubed my hole. Then I felt the girl cock pushing up my splayed ass hole and beginning a rhythmic ass fucking. I muffled screams into the panty gag. They fucked my ass and spanked it with something flexible that stung like crazy. Between the fucking and spanking and the maddening nylon hood, I felt as helpless as I’ve felt in ages.

Eventually, they removed the tape, nylon hood and gag. I was completely emotionally wrecked, mentally broken and for some stupid reason, I cried and pleaded with them that I’d do anything, anything they wanted. I vividly recall Ceejay laughing and spitting in my face and saying … of course you will do anything because you’re a dirty fucking white cunt, a maso fuckwad  and have no choice.  

I screamed I didn’t care what they did. I was so damn glad to have the hood off and regain my senses of sight, speech and hearing. They fucked my ass while I sobbed, whipped the hell out of my ass and thighs. One of them hit my ass hole with something giving it a series of hard whacks. Suddenly I started cumming and burst into tears crying. They roared and went wild with the crop on my hole. I pissed during this, too; I couldn’t help it. Ceejay said that would cost me and whipped my ass and cunt harder. Both took my ass again then one of them pressed her hand over my swollen cunt and pinched my engorged clit. I shrieked, screamed and came.  

They released my legs from the table and pulled me by my hair until I was halfway standing. Ceejay swatted my tits several times then pushed me to the floor. Submissively and without thinking, I dropped my face and began kissing their feet. Ceejay leaned against the edge of the table and pulled my hair until my mouth was at her pussy. Still sobbing I willingly licking her pussy until she orgasmed. They pushed me to the floor on my back, my cuffed hands trapped under me. Ceejay put her strappy back on and fucked my cunt while Luanne straddled my face and rubbed her ass and pussy over me until she squirted and came multiple times. Luanne rose to her feet, squatted over me and pissed. Ceejay stood and pissed on my cunt. Then they kissed each other.

When this scene ebbed, they taped my ankles and legs together, told me to chill and they’d be back later. I was physically and mentally exhausted. Plus, I reeked of pee, spit and cumm. Despite this I lapsed into an uncomfortable sleep.

What woke me was Ceejay’s booted feet kicking my thighs. I looked up at her, still glazed in sleep. She pulled my hair and raised me to a sitting position and spit in my face. She told me I looked and smelled like gutter trash which was good, because to her, all white women were as ugly as shit and should be treated that way. I simply muttered yes sir. She removed the cuffs, gestured to some rags, a mop and a bucket and told me to clean this mess. I wobbled to the laundry sink, filled the bucket and on my hands and knees cleaned the piss off the floor. She said that wasn’t good enough and to mop the whole floor. I did exactly as she said while she watched, spouting dirty talk, occasionally hitting my ass and tits with the crop and making jokes about a fucking white woman on her knees working her ass off for her black master. When she’d finished tormenting me she lowered her jeans and had me suck her ass. Then she took me to the bathroom on the main level and told me to clean up.

I showered and did my hair then went to them. Luanne figured I must be famished and suggested I should eat something. I nuked the leftover Chinese and devoured it. She sat with me in the kitchen, opened a bottle of rose’ and talked to me. She said they planned to out that evening to celebrate with friends … drinks, dinner and who know what after that. But as for me, she said, pouring me another glass and suggested I enjoy it, my evening will be long as well. She added no clarification and left to finish her get-ready routine.  

She returned about 45 minutes later dressed to the nines. She poured me a third glass of wine, told me to down it and follow her to the bathroom where I showered and told me to pee. By that time Ceejay joined us dressed in her best denims. They led me down the hall, past their study to a small guest bedroom with a double bed and two night tables with lamps. They had me lie on the bed on my back naked, as I was the entire time I was in their home. Working together, they used soft Velcro cuffs and straps to restrain my wrists to the corners of the headboard, then a Velcro cuff around my left ankle and the attaching strap wound around my left thigh until my foot was close to my thigh then did the same with the right leg. They used other straps to pull my knees down closer to the mattress and tied those to the side rails of the bed. This forced the soles of my feet against each other, essentially putting me in a butterfly position.

Then Luanne dropped a bomb; she told me they’d hired a babysitter to be in the house while they were way. I f’ing freaked out. I don’t know what I expected but not this. I wanted ask about the sitter but dared not. Ceejay laughed at the look on my face. Luanne left the room momentarily and returned with a crop, clamps, a dildo, blindfold and strip of black cloth. She gestured to the devices that they were there “…in case the babysitter gets bored or doesn’t like what’s on TV.” She turned on the bedside lamps, forced the strip of cloth between my lips to gag me and tied it behind my head. The she blindfolded me. I went more than crazy. She told me to enjoy my evening that they’d be gone for quite a while. I heard the door shut.

I was again frantic. In a few minutes, I hear people coming in the house, footsteps, voices, and laughter everywhere for several minutes - then the front door closing. Then silence. I took a deep breath. But then I heard the TV. I f’ing freaked again. Who! I thought about how I was tied, how vulnerable and exposed my cunt was and more than likely, my asshole. Being tied this way wasn’t too uncomfortable but the potential humiliation was overload. Then I began to wonder ... did they leave the TV on just to fool me. I played with that thought for a while, then realized outguessing these two is impossible; they’re masters of mental games. But I waited as time passed, convincing myself the sitter thing was a ruse.

Then the unthinkable: footsteps going to the kitchen, refrigerator door opening and closing, a cabinet door closing. Somebody was definitely in there. Then silence. Then footsteps. Then the door to the bedroom creaking open… I froze. Nothing was said. I even held my breath. I figured it was dark outside but the light of the two small lamps in the room was more than enough to highlight my situation. The door closed. Footsteps went back to the sofa.

It took a while for me to breathe again and relax. But I did and dozed off only to be jolted back to reality by the door opening again. Then the delicate touch of fingernails across my cunt. I shrieked into the gag. I tried to mutter … who are you, what’s your name. but there wasn’t a response. Fingers circled my asshole then there was nothing, the door closed.

My cunt and my mind were on fire. This cat and mouse game happened again in a few minutes. Fingers circling my cunt again and rubbing my clit then withdrawing. Then the crop whacked down across my cunt. I bucked my hips as it hit me two more times. Then little light taps on my clit and a finger entering my cunt. I tried to shout out through the gag ... who are you! The person kept fingering me but never said a word. Then they left.

My cunt was on fire, right on the verge of an orgasm. I tried to calm my desires. I pulsed my cunt thinking I could will it to cumm but that wasn’t happening.

What seemed like a very long time passed before the door opened again and footsteps were at the side of the bed. Then the person climbed on the bed, removed my gag and before I could form words, pressed her pussy at my mouth. She didn’t say anything, I knew what she wanted. I could tell that she was very slim, her kinky haired pussy trimmed and sweet. She worked my face, thrusting her hips to move her pussy over my mouth. My tongue found her clit. I tongued her, inhaled her scent and sensed her breathing quickening, deepening. I kept on. Then she yelled and exploded, her pussy grinding all over my face as she kept going. It seemed like forever before she subsided and got off the bed. Freed of the gag, I asked, “Who are you? How old are you?” she didn’t answer but beat my cunt with the crop until was twisting side to side and yelling. Then she slipped her fingers into my cunt. I felt her mouth sucking at my clit. I was screaming my head off with an orgasm before I realized it. I thanked her.

I asked my questions again. She said her name wouldn’t mean much to me but she was 16, had been doing this since she was 11 and I wasn’t her first old white bitch. I asked how she knew Luanne and Ceejay. She slapped my face and asked if I wanted the gag in again? I said no Ma’am. She said … then shut the fuck up with these questions ‘bout me. I apologized. Timidly I asked if she could tell me what time it was. She said 11:05, that she’d peeked in on me several times but usually I was sleep. She added that they would be back soon because she had to be home by midnight or her old man would get mad. Then she asked me … do they beat you a lot. I said yes. She asked if I liked it, again I said yes. She said maybe she’d see me again sometime. I said I’d like that because she’s wonderful. She scoffed at me and said … all black girls are wonderful to you. Then she left.

I wanted to talk to her so much, to tell her I truly thought she was wonderful but I thought better of calling for her. I lay there waiting for her to come in again but she never did.

The next thing I remember was Luanne removing my blindfold and asking if I enjoyed the evening since my face smelled like pussy. She untied me, let me pee then said I’d spend the night here and we’d talk in the morning; they were blitzed and going to bed.

Sunday morning, things resumed slowly. Luanne told me to fix coffee and breakfast. Ceejay, still half out of it, finally stumbled down to the table. They wanted details of my evening with the sitter and I shared everything which amused them immensely. Though i asked politely who she was, they offered no clue other than if I was used properly, who used me shouldn’t make any difference.

They did ask how I came to be such a fucked-up bitch. I told them about you, that Jody gradually but firmly coaxed me into this about 10 years ago, and it started with me doing things for her … cutting my hair, spending time in my cage, keys frozen in ice cups and so on. Then in November of 2007, I started seeing people, at first men and women but the emphasis shifted to me becoming a slut to black women, time with Tisha, my diversions to Molly and her friends, and also being introduced to Mw about 7 years ago, and used infrequently at first, serving at her special parties then gradually spending more time with her and about 3 years ago I started living with her as her whore for about 9 months out of the year and at Sherrie and Molly’s the rest of the time. But throughout this whole time, it was my Mistress Jody who constantly guided me.

Then I sidetracked to Mavis, how she had a powerful impact on additional training and forcing me into deeper servitude, particularly with black teen girls. I talked about her using the cage in her basement and that she was the first person to use sensory deprivation on me while tied and caged and it really broke me, much like what they did to me yesterday with the hood, gag and tape. By then I was almost shaking because I think I was admitting how broken and humiliated yesterday’s session made me feel.

Ceejay interjected that Mw said I could take about anything they dished out and they tired this once before with a slut they met on the internet but she was a disaster.  

Luanne said they knew about Mw but this Mavis person sounded interesting. I gave more details. Then they why didn’t I call her and invite her over this afternoon for a cookout. So, I did. Mavis readily agreed. Luanne spoke with her and set 4:00 as a good time to come over. I was like … wow!

After Luanne made a quick trip to the market, I spend time, naked as always, in the kitchen making potato salad, cole slaw, patting out burgers, and such.

Mavis and Derita arrived. She cackled at me being naked as always and she probably wouldn’t recognize me if I had clothes on. The four of them sat in the living room and talked like they were long lost cousins. I served drinks, munchies, and knelt beside Mavis which Ceejay felt was proper since she was the senior person. Mavis entertained them with stories from her past and then her training of me and gave me credit for being the best whore she’d ever seen. I had to relate to Mavis my experience with Ceejay and Luanne, the sensory deprivation and the babysitter. Mavis was very pleased that my body bore the tell-tale marks of constant beatings during the weekend but chuckled that she was sure I could take more.

Then we broke for dinner. Ceejay handled the grill duties and served up scrumptious burgers. After eating and consuming lots of red wine Luanne suggested that they jointly use the whore.    

We went downstairs to the basement, Ceejay carried a comfortable chair for Mavis to sit in. They had me stand in a corner with my back to them while they had hushed conversations and formed an idea of how to use me. They cuffed my hands behind me. then backed me up to the table and had me reach back behind me until my hands rested on the edge of the table. I had to slightly bend my knees to do this. They had me step my feet wider apart, which gave more exposure to the front of my body. Ceejay tied my ankles to the legs of the table and ordered me to maintain that position. I stared out at the four of them as they whispered some more. Inside I was shaking and my cunt pulsing. Ceejay sprayed me with baby oil until the front of my body glistened.

Mavis came in front of me and despite her age, at least 70, she slapped my face back and forth, each slap accompanied by insults about me and how I would forever be a whore to black women. Then she had me repeat things like, I was a whore, their bitch and a worthless piece of white trash. She sneered at me that there was no doubt in her mind that regardless of what I’d experience this weekend and the marks and bruises on my body, I still needed a good beating. Shaking I said, yes maam, I am yours and I will take a good beating for you. She said, “damn right you will.” She slapped my tits back and forth, up and down then told the others she needed to see this whore beaten; hands are fine but toys would be better. Luanne went upstairs and came back with two belts, a large wooden spoon and a crop. Mavis said that’s perfect. She picked up a belt, doubled it over and hit my tits several times then hit my cunt until I screamed and cried. Then she turned to the others and said, “like that.”    

Ceejay laughed and took the other belt and flailed my tits until I was screaming. She spit in my face repeatedly until copious globs of spit trickled down. From then on it was the the three of them taking turns and sometimes two or three of them flailing away simultaneously at my body. Luanne at one point slid four fingers into my cunt then her fist while she hit my tits with the wooden spoon until I was in another dimension and grasped the table harder for support. While she whipped my cunt with the crop, I lost control and came. Mavis laughed and remarked what a whore I was.

At times, they’d back away, look at me, tell me how despicable I looked, how pathetic I was, how fucked up I was and they couldn’t imagine how it felt to be me. then they’d resume the beatings. Mavis told me to look down at my tortured body and see what they were doing. I did. I was a solid mass of red marks and welts from my thighs to my tits.  They told me to piss for them; I did. They chided me about how I had no control over my body or my piss. They added a few more hard hits, even reaching behind me with the belts and crop on my already aching ass cheeks. Tears streamed down my face. Mavis said she thought the bitch was at her limit and ready to properly thank her superiors.

They released my ankles and I dropped to the floor. Mavis told me to knee walk to her and kiss her pussy. I gratefully did. Then she told me to show these other women how much I appreciated the beating. In turn, I sucked off Luanne, Derita and Ceejay. Ceejay had me lick her ass then I collapsed on the floor in humiliation. That ended the session.

We went upstairs. Mavis and Derita left around 10:00. There were tons of warm hugs and kisses as they did. Mavis reminded me who I was and that I would always be a white whore to black women. I kissed her and thanked her for her wisdom and training.

That night I slept with Luanne and Ceejay. They both fisted my aching cunt and fucked my ass and had me masturbate for them in a final act of humiliation and gratitude.

The following morning. Reva left early for work. Luanne took me back to Mw’s. She said I was well worth what they paid for me and perhaps in the future, they’d rent me again.

Mw welcomed me with warm hugs. She wanted all the details and I shared everything. She examined my body which was covered in still forming bruises and marks. She thought I got what I needed and that my purpose was to serve to please her.  

Kisses, e