Michelle And The Stewardess

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.

Part 2

The Mistress had us separate and instructed us to pinch each-others nipply-poos,
at which point she used a ladle to pour the cold water over our bodies and hair.
Both of us began shivering when one of the other women came in and said "they're
ready."

"Good" said the Mistress. Then she took her crop and started whipping us and
telling us to get up. We stood immediately while she whipped our bottoms telling
us to dance. We just kept lifting our feet in the cold tub, trying to avoid the
whip. I felt so ashamed looking at Ann's bobbles bounce up and down and feeling
my banana shaped bobbles doing the same thing. Then she opened the door and ran
our naked wet bodies out into the room as if we were cattle.

The Mistress commanded, "Get on the bed face down with your asses up bitches." I
went on one bed and Ann was led to the other. Before getting on the bed I
noticed that there were two large naked black men in the room with the biggest
erect penises I have ever seen. They looked like the type of low-life trash you
see in very bad neighborhoods and I became very frightened.

I heard the Mistress say, "Well boys, they are all yours." Suddenly one of the
black men rammed his erect penis up my poop hole. "Owwwwww", I screamed out as I
could hear Ann going through the same fate. I never had a man in my poop hole
before and it really hurt. At first it felt like an enema, but once he started
going in and out it just burned as my poop hole was being torn and stretched.
Both of us were crying in pain as the men just kept shoving in their long-fat
black cocks harder and harder. I could see Ann's head bob up and down along with
mine as this was happening. Ann's bobbles were swinging uncontrollably. My
banana shaped bobbles were being pulled and squeezed unforgivingly by the man
that was reaming me. They were already sore from the breast clamps and I just
couldn't take anymore of the pain in my poop hole... all I could do is cry. The
Mistress and the other two women were rubbing between their legs and laughing
along with the men. The man on top of me started saying "this is what all you
stuck up white bitches deserve. I may clean your pool during the day, but I fuck
yo ass at night."

I noticed that the man on top of Ann had her get up and bend over the desk
chair. Then he proceeded to pump her poop hole again. The man on top of me said
"take this bitch" and I could feel his wet sperm filling me like an enema. The
pain was uncontrollable as he pulled out of my poop hole, and I could feel the
gooey sperm continue to squirt between my cheeks.

The Mistress came up to me and said "how did you like that Shit Hole?" "I loved
it Mistress," I replied, knowing that it was what she wanted to hear. Then she
stood me up. I could see the other man still working on Ann and then he came and
as he pulled out he left a few globs of sperm on the outside of her poop hole.
The Mistress pulled my hair and pushed my face towards Ann's poop hole and said
"lick it up bitch." I couldn't believe I was letting her do this to me. I felt
like such a slut, but I slowly stuck out my tongue and gently licked a glob of
sperm off Ann's poop hole to the top of my tongue.

The Mistress then said "what are you waiting for, eat it bitch." I brought it
into my mouth and swallowed it down, it was horrible. Then she spanked my ass
and ordered me to continue. I went for the other glob of sperm when she attached
the ball-weighted breast clamps back to my banana shaped bobbles and said "your
tits will be punished even more if you don't go deeper and lick that asshole as
if you like it!" The balls were pulling on my nipply-poos so bad  (I couldn't
believe she was torturing my banana shaped bobbles again). Then she took off one
of her shoes and started spanking me real hard with the front of it saying "eat
that asshole bitch or those tits will get a lot worse than this." The pain was
too much, I licked up every glob of sperm on the outside of Ann's poop hole and
then thrust my tounge deep into it taking as much sperm and poop as I could dig
out. I could hardly breathe, all I could smell and taste was the stench of Ann's
poop and the gooey sperm around it. During this time, the mistress had Ann
licking both men's penises clean of poop and sperm.

When I got up I looked in the mirror and saw a ring of poop around my mouth.
Everyone started laughing (even Ann to my surprise). I felt so ashamed that even
Ann who was being tortured also would laugh at me. Then the mistress grabbed the
weighted ball of my left breast clamp with one hand and Ann's nipply-poo with
the other. She savagely pulled our bobbles and threw us on a bed. She then
ordered me to take off one of my stockings and had one of the leg portions of
Ann's pantyhose cut away. The Mistress held on to the stockings while one of the
other women came out of the bathroom with our panties. The Mistress rubbed the
panties around each of our wet willows and gave them to the men. At that point
Ann was ordered to lick my wet willow while the other two women were pulling at
the balls of my breast clamps. I was in so much pain that my nipply-poos were
numb and my banana shaped bobbles felt like they would fall off.

Both men started to jerk-off into our panties as they watched us. Once our
panties were full of loads of wet sticky sperm the mistress instructed us to
stand and open our mouths. She rolled Ann's sperm soaked panties into a ball and
shoved it into my mouth, I tried to resist but she pinched my nose closed until
I opened wide to accept that disgusting sperm soaked panty ball. Then she tied
my stocking around my head to hold it in. She proceeded to do the same thing to
Ann with my panties. Then she said, "tastes good right sluts?" All we could do
was to try to say "yes mistress" through our gags and it sounded like "mff
mffsffs." They all laughed and brought us back into the bathroom. Now the tub
was drained and we were sat down and tied together fact to face.

The disgusting, wet, sticky, panty-balls in our mouths were touching. Then they
shut off the light and said "that's all for tonight, have a good rest because
the fun is just starting and tomorrow you will learn the real meaning of
humiliation." They locked the door and left. I couldn't believe I had to spend
the rest of the night tied to Ann with our filthy bodies, those disgusting
panty-balls in our mouths and those clamps on my banana shaped bobbles. Ann and
I tried to communicate for a little while "mff, mff, mff" but every time I moved
the balls on my banana shaped bobbles would swing and I saw stars. I tried to
stay still for the rest of the night to reduce the pain my poor banana shaped
bobbles were going through. I was exhausted and welcomed the break from the hell
that they were putting us through. I was thinking that if I didn't try to act
like such a big shot in the airport maybe I wouldn't be in this mess, then I
fell asleep.

Part III

The next morning I awoke to the voice of one of the black women saying "GET UP
BITCHES, ITS TIME TO GET YOU READY FOR THE MEETING." I opened my eyes to see
that both of the large black women were in the bathroom wearing yellow rain
coats and rubber boots. They untied us and commanded we stand up in the bathtub.
My mouth felt like cotton from having that panty-ball in it all night and I
could feel the crusts of dried sperm around the edges of my lips. The woman
hooked up a spray gun to the shower head and immediately began hosing us down
with cold water, which woke us up immediately. I could hardly feel my banana
shaped bobbles as they were totally numb from having those horrible clamps on
them all night. I supported the balls of my breast clamps with my hands and
luckily the women didn't stop me. Then they had us kneel and bend over the edge
of the bath tub while they hooked two enema bags to the shower rod and said "The
Mistress wants you two white bitches cleaned inside and out. They hung the balls
from my breast clamps over the edge of the bathtub so my breasts (opps, I mean
my banana shaped bobbles) would stretch and hang freely over the tub. They
proceeded to insert the enema tubes into our poop holes and filled us with cold
water. I immediately started getting a stomachache and began to moan through my
gag. Ann must have been hurting too because she was also moaning. Once the bags
were empty, they pulled out the tubes and commanded that we not move or spill a
drop. We just kneeled there moaning and clenching our poop holes as tight as we
could. Meanwhile, the women brought in some toiletries, powder, and makeup,
towels and clothing. Then they sat me on the toilet and allowed me to relieve
myself as they watched and pulled on my tit balls. I was so ashamed having to
poop in front of these women but the pain was so unbearable I couldn't wait to
go. My poop started with a stream of water and the women started to laugh when
they heard it. Occasionally, I would let out some gas and they would laugh even
harder.  I didn't care, it felt good to poop out all the disgusting sperm the
filthy black man had put in me the night before. When I was finished they
finally removed my breast clamps and I saw stars as the blood rushed back into
my nipply-poos. As I looked down I saw my poor nipply-poos were all stretched
and mis-shaped I started to cry as I rubbed them. Then one of the women pulled
me by my hair and led me back into the bathtub. She sat me down and said,
"SPREAD EM BITCH." She spread my legs wide and proceeded to douche my vagina.
When she was finished  I just cryed and rubbing my banana shaped bobbles as Ann
was taken to the toilet to relieve herself.

Once Ann was in the bath tub with me, they removed those disgusting panty-balls
from our mouths and hosed us down again. This time they threw in a bar of soap
and commanded that we clean each other as they were hosing us. Once we were
clean they commanded that we get ourselves pretty and put on the clothes they
had brought. Then they left and Ann and I were alone to cry to each other about
our predicament. We both agreed that we couldn't bear to think of what they had
in store for us today. Ann said she would rather be dead than to lick shit off a
filthy black cock again. I told her that I couldn't take another second of
torture to my breasts and had reached my limits also. We also noticed that the
bathroom window was left open, but were afraid to try and escape, as it might be
a trap. We did as we were told, but no matter how much I gargled with mouthwash
I couldn't get that salty-yeasty aftertaste out of my mouth from those
panty-balls. After putting on our make-up and doing our hair we noticed that the
only clothes were two pair of pink crotches and bottomless pantyhose. We put
them on as we were told and then pondered our fate. We discussed running and Ann
felt that even if the open window was a trap they couldn't do anything worse
than what they had planned anyway. I agreed, and felt very close to Ann although
I did resent her a bit for laughing at me the night before, but didn't say
anything about it. We took two towels from the bathroom and wrapped them around
out bodes, then we proceeded to sneak out of the window.

Once outside, we walked around the path on the outer rim of the hotel. There was
a large fence and the highway ran on the other side so all the driver could see
us. But we were pretty well covered with the towels. The only problem is the
path was covered with fallen holly leaves which made out stockinged feeties feel
like pin cushions. We finally made it to the front office and upon entering
found a young, greasy looking boy (about eighteen years old) at the front desk. 
At first he was startled to see us in nothing but bath towels and pink hose. He
stared at us intently with a smile on his face then I said, "please call the
police, we were just raped and kidnapped by three crazy women and they could be
looking for us right now" He picked up the phone and made a call to 911 then he
said, "let me get you somewhere safe."

The boy lead us to the pool and banquet area where he said they wouldn't think
of looking for us. We followed him as he opened one of the banquet doors saying,
"quickly in here." As soon as we walked into the room the boy pulled our towels
and ripped them away from our bodies leaving us  in nothing but our hose. Before
I realized what was happening I noticed the room was full of at least fifty
people who were all glaring at us and began clapping. Ann and I tried to cover
our nakedness with our hands as the boy locked the door behind us. In all this
confusion I could see a stage area with a big banner hanging over it, which read
WECOME TO THE 1987 BDSM SOCEITY MEETING. Looking around I saw that most of the
crowd was a mix of men and women, and that many of the women were naked and
wearing leashes. Then I saw the Mistress walk through the crowd (which was
gathering around us) saying, "ladies and gentlemen, the main attraction is
here."

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