Michelle And The Stewardess
My name is Michelle and the story I am about to tell happened to me about ten
years ago when I was twenty-two years old. I'm not proud of what happened to me
and it took a lot of therapy to get over it, but I must admit that ever since I
have sometimes thought back and it turned me on.
It all started when I was flying back home to Washington through a connection in
Norfolk. The airline cancelled the last flight out and I was furious. As I
approached the customer service desk I saw a beautiful white stewardess arguing
with the black customer service lady. The stewardess was about my height (5'7"),
and wearing a blue stewardess dress that nicely curved to her body and ended a
little above her knees where her shapely blue stocking legs went the rest of the
way to a pair of low heeled black pumps. She had long, soft, dark brown hair
that was slightly curvy and went down to her middle back. The customer service
woman was black, thin but muscular and had her hair pulled back. Oh, by the way,
I am also 5'7", 120 pounds, with big brown eyes and dark brown hair that is
styled in sort of a Bob, it curls in at my shoulders and has a curled bang in
the front. Like the stewardess my body has an hourglass shape (34b chest and 35
hips) and my legs are quite shapely. I was wearing a dark blue skirt down to my
lower thighs and a white blouse with a dark blue business suit-vest on top. I
wore my white lace bra and panties with thigh-high waist-top garter-less white
stockings. Usually I wear panty hose, but I wore my stockings to surprise my boy
friend when I got back to Washington. I had a short white slip with lace on the
bottom and wore a black pair of pumps.
Anyway, I could hear the stewardess complain that she wasn't supposed to work
that night and was quite upset that she got stuck in Norfolk. She was demanding
that the customer service rep find her a room. The rep told her to wait and
waved me on as the next person in line. When I arrived at the desk I told the
rep the same thing and I demanded (in my best business voice) that the airline
find and pay for a room for the night or, as a frequent flyer, I would raise
hell with their home office. Suddenly, the black lady behind the counter looked
at me differently. It was almost as if she was picturing me without my clothes
on. Her tone changed from being very courteous to more stern and business like.
The way she was looking at me made me feel very uncomfortable and vulnerable but
before I could say something she said "ok maim, but all the rooms are booked,
would you mind sharing with one of our stewardesses. I looked at the stewardess
and said "that's fine." The black woman gave us the keys to the hotel and said
she was giving us her room and there was no need t check in. She also gave us
vouchers for dinner and recommended a decent place next to the airport. I felt
so proud of myself like I was so important, but little did I know that I would
be totally humiliated and taught the lesson of my life later on.
I introduced myself to the stewardess and she said her name was Ann. After
dinner, and some girl talk, we walked to the dumpy airport hotel and found our
room. It was a single room that was rather large with two twin beds. The rug was
red and very seedy and the place in general was kind of filthy. However,
sometimes when you travel you take what you can get. Shortly after entering the
room the door closed behind us and we discovered there was a large black woman
hiding behind it. I was so startled that I let out a little scream, Ann was
startled too but demanded that there was a mistake and that she should leave our
room. Suddenly the black woman threatened us with a large knife and said, "do
you want to say that again bitch." I was about to give her my money and ask that
she not hurt us when she said, "now the mistress is waiting to see you." Ann
responded, "What are you talking about 'Mistress', who is that. The black woman
said "Oh you know the mistress and she has a special night planned for both of
you." Now I was really starting to get scared. The woman was quite large and
muscular and had almost a mans features. She was dressed in a leather halter-top
and a tight leather skirt. I started to panic and said "what do you want, what
are you going to do with us?" The large black woman laughed saying, "don't
worry, you two bitches just do everything you are told and you won't get hurt...
too much." Then her voice got really angry and demanding and she said "NOW IT'S
TIME TO SEE THE MISTRESS, MOVE IT BITCHES."
She led us into the bathroom and locked the door behind us. Inside the bathroom
was a similar large black woman identically dressed in leather and the black
customer service rep that gave us the room. The customer service rep was dressed
in a flimsy spiked leather outfight with a black see through bra and panties.
She wore a black pair of stilettos and was holding a riding crop. Immediately, I
noticed that there were a bunch of items laid out in the bathroom. I didn't know
what all these things were but I later found out that they were for torture,
there were also many large oddly shaped dildos on top of the toilet. I also
noticed a video camera that seemed to be recording us. I later found out that
our entire ordeal was recorded and sold in adult video stores. The customer
service lady said, "Well, well, if it isn't the two uppity white bitches that
think they're better than me. By the end of this night the two of you will be
licking my ass-hole and begging for more!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing
and became so scared that I could barely keep from shivering. First I started to
plead and then Ann joined in "please, we didn't mean anything let us go you can
keep the room." "Silence! You will not talk without being told and when you do
talk you will say Yes Mistress and No Mistress, otherwise you will be severely
punished," she demanded. She proceeded to say, "is that understood!" Both Ann
and I like two little children responded "Yes Mistress." Then she said that we
are to do everything she says or face punishment and again we answered "Yes
Mistress." "Good," she said, "Now strip to your heels and hose, all slave
bitches in my presence must be naked."
I couldn't bear the thought of these people seeing me totally naked (after all
they were black and should be serving me). "I will not!" I said with a stern
voice. Before I knew it the Mistress slapped me across my face and said "strip
or my girls will cut you up real good." One of the other women started to come
at me with a knife and I quickly said, "I'm sorry, please I'll do anything you
say." She replied, "Good, then strip and both of you will be punished for this
disobedience."
Ann and I started by unbuttoning our blouses, I felt so ashamed as I slowly
slipped off my blouse with those terrible women glaring at me. Then we dropped
our skirts. I was in my bra and slip, but Ann had no slip and was exposed in her
black bra and panties with her blue pantyhose over them. One of the women said
"Oh la la this is going to be fun." We were ordered to take off our bras with
the words "Now show us those tits bitches." We removed our bras but kept our
hands over our breasts only to have them forcefully removed by the two large
women. They glared and fondled our breasts for a long time licking their lips, I
felt so ashamed and scared of what was next. The Mistress had one of the other
women cut Ann's panties off from under her hose. Then two small holes were cut
in her pantyhose to expose her vagina and ass hole. By this time my slip was off
and the Mistress said "what are you waiting for, drop those panties bitch." My
panties went down exposing my freshly shaven vagina and I was left in nothing
but my white stockings. For a while they just let the two of us stand there
naked while they looked us over. I noticed that Ann had a nice shaped body but
her breasts were a little flat and floppy. My breasts are perkier and come up to
a point at the nipple. Both our nipples were a little tight, as the room was
cold.
"Now, before your punishment I will give you your names and explain how you are
to talk," said the Mistress. She pointed to Ann and said, "Your new name will be
Sludge Hole". Then she pointed to me and said my name would be Shit Hole." Both
of us said "Yes Mistress." Then she told us that from now on we are to refer to
our breasts as 'Bobbles', looking at me and noticing the shape of my breasts she
commanded me to call them 'Banana Shaped Bobbles'. She then said that our
vaginas are to be called 'Wet Willows' and our ass holes 'Poop Holes'. Finally,
she said we must call our feet 'stockinged feeties'. If we used any other words
for these body parts we would be severely punished. She then told us to repeat
the following words. Ann repeated first saying "please what are you going to do
to my naked bobbles, wet willow, poop hole, and stockinged feeties" Then I said
"please what are you going to do to my naked banana shaped bobbles, wet willow,
poop hole, and stockinged feeties." They all started to laugh and I just wanted
to die. I couldn't believe the two of us were naked and being forced to say
these things.
The Mistress than proceeded to tell us that it was time for our punishment for
not stripping when she told us to. Ann protested since she wasn't the one that
gave them a hard time, but the Mistress said we are both to be punished and took
Ann first. She laid Ann across her lap and told me to watch closely because I
would be getting twice as much. Then she took a paddle and proceeded to paddle
Ann's pantyhosed bottom for what seemed like forever. Ann was pleading and
crying while her bottom grew red and the Mistress finally stopped. I couldn't
believe that I was going to get that and worse. Ann got up and crouched in the
corner weeping uncontrollably while she rubbed her bottom. The two large women
then set me across the Mistress's lap and took what I now know to be breast
clamps that had small chains attached with heavy metal balls at the end. They
clamped my breasts (oops, I mean my banana shaped bobbles) as they hanged over
the mistress's lap and I would immediately feel my banana shaped bobbles being
stretched and pulled by the weight of the hanging balls. Then the mistress
proceeded to spank me, I cried but said nothing as I knew it would lead to more
punishment. Then the two other woman came over to me as I was being spanked and
started swinging the balls on my breast clamps opposite each other, causing my
banana shaped bobbles to swing with the balls like two pendulums. It was so
painful and humiliating that I finally screamed 'Owwww, please Mistress my
banana shaped bobbles can't take anymore", and they all started laughing again.
"Are you going to listen to everything I say from now on bitch", "Yes Mistress",
I replied and she stopped and had me stand up. I immediately, grabbed the metal
balls and tried to support the weight with my hands.
The Mistress grew angry and said "did I tell you to touch those tit balls, let
them hang or they'll be on you all day bitch!" I slowly lowered the balls and my
banana shaped bobbles flopped down as the balls pulled my nipples towards the
floor. Then she snapped at my behind with her riding crop and said, "I didn't
hear you". I quickly replied "yes Mistress" after which she had the clamps
removed. I grabbed my banana shaped bobbles and rubbed them. My bottom was
sorely hurting me also, but my breasts (oops, my banana shaped bobbles) never
went through such pain before. The Mistress said, "how do those tits feel now
bitch." I replied that my nipples still hurt and the Mistress told me to say it
again but to call my nipples 'nipply-poos.' I repeated, "my banana shaped
bobbles feel ok, but my nipply-poos still hurt." They laughed again and I felt
so humiliated and didn't know how much more of this ridicule I could take. Then
the Mistress instructed both of us to call our nipples 'nipply-poos' from now
on; and we said "Yes Mistress."
Next the mistress pointed to the bathtub, which I now noticed was half filled
with water. She instructed us to get in and both of us slowly stepped into the
water. As soon as my stockinged feetie touched the water I could tell that it
was ice cold. We both stood in the cold water all goose bumped with our nipply
poos popping out to the point of pain. The Mistress instructed us to sit down
and hold each other breast to breast (oops, I mean bobble to banana shaped
bobble), which we were happy to do as our mutual body heat helped to keep us
warm. Then we were instructed to kiss each other. I never kissed a woman before
and the thought repulsed me, but I knew that my fate would be much worse if I
didn't. I kissed Ann the way I usually kiss a man and we continued kissing until
the Mistress told us to stop. Then the two other women left the bathroom and
just the Mistress remained. I thought she would belittle us a little more than
then leave. Little did I know the pain and humiliation was just beginning.
