Sunday afternoon around 1:00, Mw dropped me off at Estelle’s townhouse style condo, with her encouragement to be my best and that she’d be by later to get me. Estelle greeted me at the door with a mocking laugh, saying, come on in, you horny fucked up white bitch.
She led me upstairs to the main living area of the condo - great room, dining room, kitchen and butler pantry. I turned the corner from the stairs to the great room and locked eyes with my soon to be tormentors. Her niece, LaToya, and her basketball girlfriends, Jalena, and Leticia, needed no introductions; The others were new to me: Estelle’s friends, Vida and Kathleen; her neighbor, Rebecca, and her mother, Vivian, well into her 60’s. I felt my face turn beet red. Quickly I did a count – 8, including Estelle, all of them well lubed with mimosa’s. I started to say something but Estelle hushed me and suggested a mimosa. I took one.
Then she introduced me as the most fucked up honky bitch they’d ever meet, that I’d called her and literally begged for her get some women together and beat me. So as an extra special favor to her friend and my mistress, Mw, she agreed to get some sisters together to give me a beating. She repeatedly stressed that I came here to get what I needed and I got off on this stuff. I listened to her descriptions as murmurs and comments floated back and forth. There was no doubt in my mind that my perversities and servitude had already been well discussed, but she was repeating this to humiliate me. Nonetheless, my cunt tingled.
Estelle asked if there was anything I wanted to say. Trembling from head to toe with humiliation and anticipation, I thanked them for coming and then turning mainly to Estelle’s friends, I told them … everything she said about me is true. I am Mw’s slave in every way they can imagine, she owns me and directs my life. When she suggested that I proactively ask for a beating, I took it as my duty to arrange this because my Mistress knows pain sets me off and believes it’s good for me. For years, I’ve been trained to serve black women and girls, more than I can count, and they’ve used me however they wanted to, doing whatever came to their mind. Some have a grudge against white women and want to do paybacks in some way. Whatever, I don’t care. You can do anything to me you want. I know you think I’m weird but I’m a slave to black women and I am doing my mistress biding.
Then to make it clear, I pulled my top off and then unfastened and tugged my miniskirt off my hips, dropping it to my feet and flipped it across the room with my foot. I stood there totally naked except for my red stilettos. I shook my tits at them and said, Here I am. I am offering myself to you to do whatever you want. I am a fucked-up whore and I want you to beat me, anyway you want; I need it.
You could have heard a pin drop until Vivian said, what the fuck is with you, bitch, you come here dressed all slutty and then get naked and ask for it, which was okay with her because she had lots of scores to settle. Then she asked, when do we start?
Boldly, I said “anytime you want.”
They all looked back and forth at each other. Nobody moved until Estelle said it was time to get the party started and show these bitches how to treat a whore like me. She slapped my face and unexpectedly kneed my cunt. I doubled over in pain. As I tried to straighten up, she grabbed my nipples, squeezed them roughly then pulled me closer to the crowd.
She released my nipples and I instinctively rubbed them to ease the pain. She slapped my hands away and shoved me to the floor, yelling for me to get on my hands and knees. I did. She told me crawl across the room and then back. I crawled across the room and back, she told me to do it again but faster. I did. Then she told me I could do better than that, grabbed my hair and started pulling me around … out of the great room, through the butler pantry, into the kitchen, through the dining room and through the short hall and back to the great room. I crawled as fast as I could to ease the pain of her pulling me by my hair. Her guests followed me like a pack of wild dogs after a bitch. Then, someone kicked my ass. The others began to get with it, kicking and poking my tits, legs, ass and cunt. Someone hit me with a belt and cursed me. The rapid crawling caused my tits to sway back and forth as they mouthed out insults about my floppy old whore udders, my saggy overfucked cow cunt and my fat ass.
Someone gave my right tit an exceptionally hard kick. I yelled and fell prone on the floor to avoid more kicks to my tits. But they yelled at me to crawl, they weren’t letting me chicken out. One woman laughed that maybe I couldn’t take what I thought I could. For some reason that infuriated me and I silently vowed to take it all. I started crawling again. One or two of them had pulled off their shoes and used those to hit my ass. My crawling became terribly uncoordinated from being pulled by my hair plus my knees were killing me.
One woman bitched that her back was hurting from bending down to hit me. LaToya and friends dragged me to a high back chair, had me stand behind it then bent me forward. They tied my ankles to the back legs of the chair and my hands to the front legs. I struggled against the ropes, but they chided me that I wasn’t going anywhere. They patted my ass and dragged fingers across my cunt, now oozing with my slut lust and tingling from their touch, obviously getting worked up. Leticia loudly mocked me for being a rope junkie.
Estelle told the others that now they could properly beat my ass bad and told me to beg for it just like I did when I first walked in. I told her I was a fucked-up whore, that I was theirs, please beat my ass. Then it started; belts, the crop, their hands, their shoes, and I don’t know what else, flailing my butt, thighs, cunt and my upper back. I grimaced initially then began yelling and crying. The only saving grace to this was it gave my aching tits some respite. Soon, though, my butt and thighs were as painful as my tits. They were driving me crazy by inserting things into my cunt, including a vibe and a sizable dildo that I’d seen on a table when I walked in. They pulled my ass cheeks apart and swatted my asshole. They’d take a break, refill drinks, make more cow cunt and fat ass remarks and beat me some more until my ass was on fire.
Rain started falling like crazy and they laughed that this was a perfect way to spend a rainy Sunday afternoon.
They untied me but it was only for them to jerk me around from one to the other, pinching, slapping or biting me. admire their handiwork on my body and plot their next move. They shoved me to the kitchen to mix more mimosa’s.
Estelle approached and asked if I got what I came for. I said yes maam. But she didn’t think so, raked her fingernails all over the front of my body and said my girls didn’t want me to be disappointed. She told Jalena to hold my arms behind me and for someone to tie my hands behind me. Rebecca did.
When I was well secured and with Jalena holding me against her, Estelle told the others to hurt this bitch until she can’t stand it. It began again; they swatted and slapped my tits until they were battered, reddened and swollen then using the crop and a belt, beat their way down the front of my body … abdomen, thighs and cunt. They shoved things into my cunt, their fingers, a small wire whisk, wooden spoons, getting me right to the edge then stopping. Rebecca got a pair of simple kitchen tongs and used them to grab my cunt and twisted my lips side to side, back and forth. I never knew kitchen tongs could be so diabolical. When she grabbed my clit with the tongs, I came and came again. Rebecca and Vida fisted my cunt.
I was totally out of it but Vivian demanded to give me an old-fashioned spanking. She sat on the sofa and others shoved me across her lap. Then my face almost to the floor, hands still tied behind me, my feet touching the floor on the other side. She began spanking my ass with her hand mouthing that she was going to beat my fat ass so badly that I’d wished I never came here. After several swats to my ass cheeks she bitched that she wanted something better to hit with. Someone said, use this, and handed her a small wooden cheeseboard with a handle that was sitting on the kitchen counter. She went ballistic with that. Others also interjected multiple swats with the kitchen utensils. They shoved the handle of something in my cunt and fucked it. The pain, regardless of where the blows landed seemed to end right at my cunt. Then someone slid the dildo up my ass and fucked me. I lost control, screamed, came repeatedly and pissed. Their shouting was atrocious. They passed me to Kathleen who spanked me with a spatula. When she finished, she rolled me off her lap and I collapsed on the floor.
Estelle asked if anybody wanted to use this bitch to get a cumm. Vivian thought I owed her something and she wanted it in private. They half carried me to the third level of the townhouse where the bedrooms are. She took her panties off and forced my face between her thighs. She never came but said she had the satisfaction of a white woman sucking her and kissing her ass. Rebecca came in, hot to trot, and I sucked her off. Kathleen replaced her. She stripped completely and got rough with me, demanding far more so than what she exhibited downstairs, and heavily into ass worship. As crazy as it sounds and as much as I wanted to please her, I faded into oblivion.
I woke to a wet cloth pressed against my face and to my surprise, Mw. She untied me and said I put on quite a show and made a name for myself. I was still half out of it but eventually understood that she slipped in while Jalena was holding me, and witnessed the kitchen scene while standing in the butlers pantry out of my view and also saw the lap spanking and beatings. I did not even know she was there which as she said, was good because I was so absorbed in pleasing my tormentors. She took me back to the main level of the townhouse. Only LaToya and Estelle remained, the others were gone. They declared the afternoon a success. I found my clothes and dressed. Then I thanked Estelle and LaToya for everything.
On the way home, Mw said she talked to Estelle’s friends and I may have a few mores stops on my agenda. Also she said scenes like this would be repeated in the future with others she chose when she felt like it.
Her aftercare was fabulous, a warm sit bath and ointment applied to the worst parts of my tormented body. This morning, I am a mass of bruises and my cunt and ass are still sore. But it was worth it.
My love, e
P.S.I i was somewhat surprised by the ferrous tit beating as much as they did. In retrospect, maybe I shouldn't have shaken my tits at them.
