Chapter 1
Runaway
As a runaway, I didn’t have much choice in what happened
to me. I had to survive. I was really a very naïve, scared 16 year old who was
fed up with the screaming and fighting at home. I just had to get away. But
now, where would I go? How would I find money? Food? A place to live? I hadn’t
really thought it through. So I wandered the streets for a while. I had $30.00
in my purse from my Grandparents as a birthday present.
I decided to go to the café and use the pay phone. Maybe I
could hook up with some friends from school and stay with them.
“Oh, I’m grounded. Mom caught me skippen school, and now I’m
stuck here for the next two weeks.”
“Damn!” I was hoping
I could come over.”
“Hey, sorry, but I gotta go. If Mom catches me on the phone, I’ll get another
week. See ya, Bren.”
“Yea, see ya.”
I tried calling three other friends from school, but all
were busy with their own plans. I felt tears in my eyes as my heart was
beating. What will I do, I thought. It’s getting late, and I have no where to
go.
That’s when a young woman sitting at a booth behind me sipping
her coffee got my attention.
“Hi.” She said. I
looked her in the eye, and just nodded.
“Care to join me for a coke or something?” She asked.
Oh what the hell I thought.
“Sure”, I said. I got
no where else to be.
“What’s your name?”
“Brenda.” I said.
“Hi, I’m Shirley” she said sticking her hand out to make my
acquaintance.
“I didn’t mean to eaves drop, but sounds like your plans for
the weekend aren’t working out.”
“You don’t know the half of it,” I said as I managed a
discussed shake of the head.
“Can I get you something to eat or drink?” Shirley asked.
“You don’t mind? I mean really?”
“Waitress! We’d like to order please.” She called out.
“What’ll it be Brenda?”
“I’d love a burger and a Coke,” I said as if I were asking for
the most expensive thing on the menu.
“I’ll have the same thing, only instead of Coke, bring me
another cup of coffee.” She said.
“So, what’s really going on? You seem a bit lost, Brenda.”
“Umm, shit. I don’t know how to say this. Hell, Shirley, I
just left home. I had to get out of that house. The screaming and fighting is
driving me crazy. Now I don’t know what to do. I could go back, but I don’t
want to. Only I have no where else to go. I tried calling my friends from
school, but they’re all busy. My only other relatives are up in
Our food came and we ate and talked. Shirley told me she
was a photographer on her way back home from an assignment in
“Really?” I said. But I’ve never been out of the state
before.
“Well, it’s up to you, but the offer stands. I might even be
able to help you get some money. You could work with me and I’ll pay you. Then
after you’ve got some extra cash, decide what you want to do.”
“Wow, Shirley, your so kind. I can’t believe it. You are an
answer to my prayers.”
We ate, and then left. Shirley’s car was a new Jeep with
leather seats. She showed me how to put the seat back, and I just dosed off and
slept as she drove. When I woke up, it was dark out. We were still driving. I
had no idea where we were, it was raining I had to pee.
“You’re up,” she said. “You were asleep for about 6 hours.
We have about another 100 miles to go, and then we’ll be home.”
“Is there any chance we can find a rest stop? I’ve gotta
use the bath room really bad.” I said, rubbing my eyes.
“We’ll see. The next exit isn’t for about twenty miles. If
you can’t hold it, you can do what I do when on a long trip.” Shirley said with
a smile.
“What’s that?” I asked, not sure what she was indicating.
“I keep a urinal for women in the car. It really works
well. You must hold it over your self, and pee in it. It’s designed not to
spill or leak so you can do it while we’re driving. It’s on the back seat.
Climb over and try it.”
“Oh, I don’t think…..”
“No seriously, try it.
It’s dark. No one can see. Just slip your jeans and panties off, and
hold it tight between your legs, and pee.
It beats having a full bladder and hurting for another twenty miles.”
I couldn’t argue with her logic. But how embarrassing was
this. I had never done anything like this before. Even the thought of stripping
and peeing in the back seat of this woman’s new Jeep, who I only me a few hours
ago was totally weird. But my bladder was giving me no choice. It was either
pee in the urinal, or my pants because no way could I wait another twenty
miles.
I climbed over the seat, felt around for the devise.
Shirley turned on a light in the back so I could see better. I looked the
urinal over, and saw the directions on the side.
“Is this clean?”
What a crazy thing to blurt out. But she did say that she does this all
the time, and I really didn’t want another persons left over pee germs on my
pubic area.
“Oh, yes, I clean and sanitize it after each use. It’s safe, really.” She said.
The light went out, and I nervously unfastened my jeans
and took them off. Slid my panties off and then edged up the seat. Spread my
legs wide, and held the urinal over my pussy tightly. Waited a few seconds and
the let go with a hard gushing stream of pee. It lasted for nearly two minutes
it seemed. I was worried I would over fill it.
After I was done, I realized I had no paper.
“Now what? I have
nothing to wipe on? And what do you do
with this thing after it’s full of pee?” How embarrassing to be talking about
such personal things.
“Just lay it down on the floor. It’s designed not to leak
or spill. And you’ll have to wipe on
your panties. I don’t have any tissue. Sorry!”
She said.
I found my panties, located the crotch area, and wiped my
wet pee from my pussy. It felt cool being damp in the AC and naked from the
waist down. Actually a little arousing. I slid my panties back on, and felt the
cold wet pee crotch. It was sort of erotic, believe it or not. Then, my jeans. I climbed back to the front seat and sighed a
sound of relief.
“That’s so much better, thanks.” I said.
“Did you enjoy that?” She asked.
“What do you mean? It felt good to relieve my balder if that’s
what you mean.”
“No, I mean did it feel good in an erotic way?”
“Ahhh, You’re weird.” I said.
“I know it felt good. It always feels good to me. I do it
all the time rather than stop the car when I travel. Especially when it’s
daylight. You know someone might see you, but it’s so erotic.” Shirley said
with a smile and coy giggle.
“Well, to be honest, I did get aroused a bit. I never did anything
like that before. It was kind of nasty, you know?” I blurted out with such
innocence.
We talked some more about girl things. Then shifted
somehow to the topic of sex. Shirley was asking me all kinds of questions about
my sex life, experiences, fantasies, dreams. I felt so close to her by now,
that we were really close friends. I just confided in her all my secrets.
She wanted to know if I was a virgin. If I masturbate. How
I did it. Was I ever with a girl. Did I ever taste my pussy from my fingers?
Had I ever thought about being kidnapped? Forced to strip naked in front of
others, or being raped and sexually abused.
She told me stories about girls she knew that were into
sex slavery. Bondage. S&M. Things I had never heard of, or at least was ignorant
about. She even talked about a girl she knows that was sexually aroused by
punishment and humiliation.
When we finally arrived at her home, it was dark. No
lights were on, only her head lights lit the drive way. She pushed a button in
her car and the garage door opened and a light came on. We pulled in, she
pushed the button again, and the garage door closed. She shut the motor off,
and we got out. Shirley led the way into the house. It was huge, and
QUIET! What a change from what I was use
to.
She took me on a tour, the showed me the guest bed room.
Told me I could get a shower and help my
self to the kitchen. She was going to unpack the car and put her equipment
away. I shut the door to the bedroom and jumped on the bed. It was so big. I
loved it. Snooping around the room, looking in the drawers and closets. I found some towels and wash cloths then went
to the bathroom. A hot shower would be great.
I was in heaven. Turned on the hot water and adjusted the
temperature. Stripped out of my clothes and looked at myself in the large
mirror. Though my hair was a mess, I still looked pretty good. My breasts are a
full C-cup. They stand up proudly, and my light pink nipples point upward.
Turning sideways, my breasts look full and no sagging at all. I was always
proud of my breasts. My flat tummy and thin waist really accented the size of
my breasts even more. My hips were shapely and my legs were just right. No
blemishes on my skin from head to toe. I shaved my pubic hair off since I was
14 because the other girls use to say it was the thing to do. Everybody does
it. I have to admit, I really like the way my pussy feels being completely
shaved. I grabbed some towels, and wrapped up in one and went to the bathroom.
I took a long hot shower, dried off and wrapped up in
another towel. Realizing I had no other clothes, I wandered around the house
looking for Shirley. I needed to see if she had anything I could wear, or could
perhaps wash my clothes.
I found Shirley out at the pool naked on a lounge chair
with a tall drink. I stopped in my tracks and just stared. I know she didn’t
see me. Her body was beautiful. Her shoulder length blond hair looked so bright
in the moon light. Her white breasts were so visible in the light of the moon
as well that she looked like an angel. I
took a breath, went out and sat down.
“Hey, feel better?” she asked.
“Oh, hell yes. Only I haven’t any clothes with me. Can I
borrow anything?” I said hating to even ask after all she had done for me
already.
“Oh, I’m sure I do, but really who needs clothes? I
usually go naked at home. Try it. Take the towel off and get comfortable. Want a drink?” she said like nudity was
second nature.
“Well….., Sure. I guess so.” I said as I nervously let me
towel drop from around my breasts. Shirley got up and walked over to me. Took
my towel and said, “Lets hang this over the line so it’ll dry” Then I was
totally naked too. It really felt liberating. I stretched out on the lounge,
and enjoyed the cool air blowing in the screen-in pool cage. Shirley returned
with a tall drink, handed it to me and said: “There you go. Hope you like it. I
know I do.” Some how I detected a tone in her voice that told me she wasn’t
talking about the drink. I felt self conscious all of a sudden and felt my
nipples begin to stiffen.
I drank down half the drink. Some kind of rum I think. It
was very good. After a few more gulps, I was empty.
“Can I have
another, that was so good.” I said.
“Wow! I’d better bring in the pitcher.” Shirley replied as
she again got up and walked by me to the kitchen. With the pitcher in hand, she
leaned over me filling my glass. I found my eyes focused on her full breasts
hanging over me, jiggling slightly with her every move. I dropped my eyes down
and say her pussy with blond hair faintly covering her slit. My faced flushed
crimson.
“Thank you”, I said as I drank several gulps and tried to
look away. Shirley set the pitcher down took my glass and grabbed my hand
pulling me up to my feet. Then dragged me toward the pool, and we both jumped
in. The water was cold, but so exciting. I never went skinny dipping in my
life. I felt so totally free. I was loosing myself in the sensation and no
doubt the alcohol. We swam a couple of
laps, splashed a while then Shirley took my hand and led me to the shallow
end. Put her arms around my waist and
hugged me tight. I felt her breasts pushing into mine. She pressed her lips to
my mouth and we kissed a long hot passionate kiss. My pussy was tingling. I
felt myself juicing up. I was feeling so faint.
Shirley then ran up the steps laughing grabbing her drink
leaving me standing in the pool. She hollered not to move she’d be right back.
As she ran into the house, then in seconds was back with her camera. She
started flashing photos of me in the water.
“Come up the steps, slowly,” she said. I felt so alive. I walked up and out of the
pool naked, feeling like never before. Not a care in the world. No
inhibitions. Camera flashing away. I
posed, stretched, and arched my back letting my breasts point upward. It was totally
awesome.
She handed me my drink and we laughed. I drank it down. My
head spinning. We dried off, went into her bedroom and laid on her king-size
bed. We talked and talked. Then Shirley rolled on her side facing me, took my
face in her hand, and kissed my mouth tenderly again. As we kissed, her hand
roamed my body. I felt her hand squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples. Her
mouth explored my breasts, sucking my nipples and working down my belly. My
legs were together as she began kissing the mound at my slit.
“I don’t know, all the other girls do, so I just wanted to
also. I started shaving when I was 14.” I said.
Shirley licked my skin and the start of my slit.
“Open your legs for me, Brenda,” she whispered. I did and her tongue licked over my lips and
worked its way between my lips. My pussy was soaking wet and she drank it all
in. Her tongue cleaning my pussy slit. I began to feel an orgasm coming over
me. I arched my back, and let go. I think I screamed. I must have passed out
after that. When I opened my eyes again, it was daylight. Little did I know,
that while I was passed out, Shirley spent night photographing every inch of my
naked body. She made love to me while I was passed out, and did all kinds of
things to me I never found out about until later. But by then I was captivated.
She had woven her trap well, and I fell into it. I was hers. I fell in love
with her and would do what ever she wanted me to. Both willingly and without
question. I had no where else to go. I accepted my situation and loved every
minute of it. Even the pain, humiliation and perverted things I would be forced
to endure as her slave in the days, weeks and months ahead would become the
things I lived for.
Chapter 2
The Initiation
The morning hit hard. I had such a hang over. Not even
believing the past twelve hours even happened. But I was in a strange bedroom,
and naked, with a splitting headache. I got out of bed, and went to the bathroom
to pee. I wondered where Shirley was.
What time was it? I managed to stroll
around the house checking rooms and calling her name. Still naked and feeling
quite comfortable with no clothes. I knocked on Shirley’s bedroom door, but no
answer. Checked the garage, and her car was there. Then I remembered the
urinal. I ran to the car, and checked the doors. All locked. Looked in the back door window,
but couldn’t see anything. I tiptoed
back in the house and continued my search. The other end of the house had three
locked doors. Then a forth door opened to a stairway going down to the
basement. I saw no lights, so I shut the door.
Where could she be, I wondered. I was getting nervous. Alone in this big
house, naked with no clothes. I decided to find my dirty clothes and put them
on just in case anyone showed up. But I couldn’t remember where I put them.
They weren’t in the bathroom, or the hamper. I found the laundry room, but not
in there. I wrapped a towel around me and kept looking. I decided to be brave,
and drop the towel. No one was here. So I put the towel back on the rack, and
headed for the basement again. Found the
light switch and slowly snuck down the stairs. A beautiful room filled with
furniture, fire place, bar, mirrors all around were the first things I saw.
Several doors and another hallway. I went down the hall, and checked the doors,
but all were locked. No sign of Shirley.
I went and sat down on the sofa and thought about last
night. Wow! Unbelievable. I never felt
anything so wonderful. As I replayed the way Shirley kissed me, and licked my
body, I felt my nipples getting hard again. I shut my eyes, and played with my
breasts, brushing my fingers over my erect nipples. My pussy was getting
soaking wet again. I rubbed my outer lips and let my finger slip in
slightly. I remembered how Shirley had
asked me about my how I masturbate and did I ever taste my own pussy. I never had.
So I fingered my pussy, sliding two fingers in a ways, then rubbing my
clit. I held my fingers up to my lips and let me tongue lick them. It wasn’t
what I expected. I did it again, then made myself suck them clean fantasizing
that the room was full of people watching and I was being ordered to do this by
Shirley. I did this over and over, and finally shuttered in a powerful orgasm.
I cleaned the juice from my pussy with my fingers and licked it clean from my
fingers over and over.
Then suddenly, voices and foot steps upstairs. My heart
pounded with freight. I was naked, and smelly with my pussy. What could I do?
Who was it? Where could I hide? I scrambled around looking for something to
cover myself up with. But too late. The voices and foot steps were coming down
the stairs. I froze standing facing the steps with my hands covering my pubic
area and my breasts. It was Shirley and two black guys. They were all dressed,
and here I was being naked as a J-bird.
Grab her, Shirley yelled. The two black guys rushed over, grabbed my
hands, forcing my arms behind my back and putting a hand over my mouth. Then
Shirley led us down the hall to a locked door. Unlocked it and switched on the
light. It was like an examination room in a Doctors office. I was forced down
on the metal table, arms tied above my head and my legs were tied wide apart.
Tape was put over my mouth, and a scarf tied over my eyes. I was blinded, tied
spread open, and gagged. My chest was heaving. My head was pounding as well as
my heart.
Then, a mouth began sucking my left breast. Another on my
right. Fingers rubbing between my legs and a finger wiggling its way into my
ass, back and forth. I tried to scream. Then something was entering my pussy.
Something hot. It slid in easily, I know I was still soaking wet. In and out it
went. I heard a machine humming as I was penetrated in a perfect rhythm. It
felt like I was being made love to, but I felt no one touching me. Just my breasts being sucked on. Then the
machine sound went louder and a higher pitch. The same time the violation of my
pussy became faster. I only could imagine that some kind of machine was raping
me. I was crying under my blindfold and trying to scream but the tape kept me
silent. The sucking stopped on my breasts, and a sharp pain went thru my
nipples like lightning. I arched my back and tried to get free. Something was
pinching or burning my nipples. No hands on me at all. I tried to calm down, but my body was
betraying me. I was getting so aroused. I heard a camera shutter firing. I just
knew that Shirley was photographing me under such violation. Then a mans voice,
probably one of the black men said in my ear….. “We are going to remove the tape from your mouth. You will keep your
mouth wide open but say nothing. If you utter even one word, or try to scream
you will be beaten across your breasts with a leather belt. Do you understand
me white bitch?”
Crying, I nodded in the affirmative. The tape was ripped
from my mouth. I gasped. Then a slap on the face and a sharp voice of the
man, REMEMBER BITCH… KEEP THAT MOUTH
OPEN AND NOT ONE WORD!!
I tried to do as I was told. My chest was heaving with
freight, and excitement as the machine continued at a fast pace plunging in and
out of my dripping pussy. I couldn’t see, but I laid there breathing heavy and
my mouth wide open. Moments later, hot
stuff was hitting my face and going in my mouth. The smell of which told me it
was a mans sperm cumming in my mouth. Black mans cum. I felt like I might choke
but kept my mouth open wide afraid of being beat with a belt across my tender
breasts. I was on the verge of exploding in the most excited orgasm I had ever
experienced, but also in fear for my life at the same time. Spurt after spurt
loaded my mouth. It was hot and thick. Some shot across my cheeks and neck. My
nipples burning from what ever was clamped on them, my pussy being pounded,
over and over, hard and deep. And all the while, my mental image of these two big black guys
dicks inches from my face squirting their cum in my mouth.
I exploded. I needed to scream, but had to swallow the cum
first or I knew I’d choke to death. I swallowed three times to get it all down,
then screamed as I exploded with wave after wave of orgasm. I feared being beat
with the belt but couldn’t help the outburst of lustful pleasure pouring from
my throat. As I caught my breath, I was now able to smell their cum and taste
the nasty taste in my mouth. The
mechanical dick kept pounding. My nipples kept burning. And they all laughed at
my predicament. The machine stopped and I felt it being pulled out of my pussy.
Shirley said in my ear, “Open wide and clean off your lover”.
As I did, a big rubber dick went in my mouth drenched with
my pussy juices from the depths of my vagina. But I licked and sucked on it to
their amusement.
“Now, for the real thing, my little pet.” Shirley said, as
I felt one of the black men climbing on top of me and began ramming his hard
black dick in my pussy, stretching me wide, and deep. In and out. Then I felt
my head being lowered as the table was adjusted. The other man, now able to access my mouth,
his big black dick touched my lips. I opened and let him slide in and out of my
mouth, tasting some of his cum as it dripped from the tip. I was again violated
and their cum filled my mouth again. First the one in my mouth squirted down my
throat. Then he left and the other took his place. I tasted my pussy on his
dick, as he finished in my mouth with another hot load. I laid there waiting,
exhausted, and scared.
“Leave her.” Shirley ordered as my head was again raised
up to a level position. Still tied wide open and still with burning nipples, I
heard them walk upstairs and shut the door.
I cried, but knew I was going to love living here being their slave.
Chapter 3
My New Life
I don’t know how long I laid there on the table. I fell
asleep for a while thinking it was all a dream when I woke up, except I
couldn’t see or move. Still bound and tied to the table, with my nipples now
numb. I smelled the cum that dripped from my face and neck and the taste in my
mouth was horrible. I needed to stretch, and shower. So many question raced
through my mind. I could not even be sure if in my naked and spread state as I
was, were people watching me now? Was I being filmed, or photographed? I didn’t
even doubt that hidden cameras were watching every inch of me from the moment I
entered this house.
Oh, how I hurt. My feet and legs were asleep. My back
ached. I wanted to shout out for Shirley to help me, but was afraid of the
consequences. How long was I to be trapped here like this? Was I going to die
here on this table? Would I be raped
again before being aloud to get up? What if I never was aloud to get up.
Then the door opened and I hear someone coming down the
stairs. What now? I tried not to breath. Trying to hear every detail of what
was about to happen. The foot steps quietly came my way. Then nothing. I felt a
presence next to me, but who? Soft lips
pressed mine and a tongue slipped into my
mouth. A tender caress and then
the soft voice I fell in love with last night.
“Shirley? Is that you? Please tell me it’s you.” I said as
I broke down and began crying.
“Shhhh. It is me my love. You did so well on your first
event. I’m so proud of you.” Then she kissed me passionately again.
“Don’t say a word, Brenda.”
“Shhh! This will
hurt darling. But be brave. We have to remove these clips before your sweet
nipples are damaged. As the blood rushes back into your nipples, it will hurt
my love. If you need to scream, I understand.” She said as I felt her squeeze
my left breast and then release the clip. It hurt like hell, and I did
scream. Then the other one. Shirley put her hot mouth over them, and
gently sucked and licked until the blood was back into them.
“We won’t do that again for a while my brave darling. Do
you trust me?”
“Yes, I do, but I have so many questions.” I said.
“This is not the time. I will answer all your questions
tonight, but first you have one more task to perform. If you do well, then I
will untie you and you can stretch. Take a shower, Jump in the pool, what ever
you want. Even have another drink and
take a nap if you wish. Are you
hungry? We can get some lunch if you
are. Anything you want. Just one more task to perform. It won’t take long, just be brave once more,
ok my delicious pet?”
“What task? I want to get up and do those things. Yes,
anything, please. I need to get up. I hurt so badly. My body is asleep and
growing numb.” I cried.
“I know, I know.
You must lay still, and open your mouth. I am going feed you some
liquid, and you must drink it all down. No matter how it tastes to you, you
must drink all of it, then we can get up and get out of this room. OK?”
“Oh, Shirley, yes, but I am afraid. What is it.”
“I can’t tell you. Just trust me and obey me. Now open
your mouth and swallow everything I pour in your mouth. Don’t spit it out, or
spill any of it. Once it’s gone, your thru for the day.”
With that I opened my mouth, held my breath and waited. Then ice cold
liquid slowly dripped on my tongue and down toward the back of my throat. I
swallowed, and swallowed. I tried to shake my head and stop, but Shirley reassured
me that I would not be allowed to get up for hours if I failed this task. I
forced myself to take the liquid in and continue gulping it down. It was awful.
I wasn’t sure what it was, but hoped it wasn’t what I was thinking.
“Good girl. You drank just about all of it. You did good.
The little you missed won’t count against you. You swallowed at least 8
ounces.”
Coughing and gaging, I managed to ask: “Please, What was
it? What was it?”
“Oh why my dear, of course I’m sure you must know. It was
the pee you filled in my urinal last night in the car. I snuck it in the house
and refrigerated it as soon as we got home last night so it wouldn’t spoil.
Yes, my pet. You drank a full 8 ounces of your own pee. Wasn’t it awesome? You
will get use to the taste soon, I promise you. Really!”
That’s what I thought it was. I felt like vomiting, but
tried to keep it down. I had a gut full of black man cum, and now all that pee.
But at least now I was being untied. I
couldn’t walk. Couldn’t even put weight on my legs. It took about 15 minutes before I could even
attempt to walk. Shirley held on to me and we went up stairs to the shower.
Shirley showered with me, and bathed me. It was so erotic
having this beautiful naked woman soaping every inch of my body with her bare
hands. We washed each other, then dried each other off. Laying out at the pool,
Shirley brought me a tall ice water, and some headache pills. I laid there, sipping the tall ice
water. She started the grill, and cooked
some burgers. We rested, talked and ate. Still naked we both enjoyed the
afternoon. Then the discussion turned to
a new topic.
“Brenda, it’s time to start explaining things to you.
First, I want you to listen carefully to me.” She said in a bit firmer tone.
Shirley came next to me and we both laid naked in the same lounge.
“You may live here free of charge for as long as you wish.
I know you have no where to go, and no money. I want you to work for me as a
helper with my photography. I travel around on assignments, but I also have a
studio upstairs. I have women come here for erotic photographs from time to
time. They model for magazines. You will enjoy this because I need help with
the props, and posing. Sometimes they even need help with make-up, and help
shaving their body hair. Like yours”
“Really,” Was all I
could say.
“Yes, but in exchange for your help you will get paid a
salary. But I will require you also to be my personal slave. You will submit
yourself to me in everything and anything I ask or order you to do. With out
question! Do you understand me?”
“I think so. Kind of like what happened today?”
“That’s right. I have lots of guests from time to time
that come for certain kinds of pleasure. I get paid a lot of money for that.
You will play a big part in this arrangement. But you must trust me and obey me to the
letter. You know of course, that I have photographed you completely thru all
you have endured so far since last night. These photos could become public if
you fail me. But of course, if you ever come to me and decide you want out…..,
You will be free to go. At your own
expense of course.
“What kind of things will you order me to do? This all is so new to me. It scares me,
Shirley.” I said.
“Usually, it won’t be much worse than you went thru today. But there will be times
you will be made to be humiliated in front of others, and photographed at the
same time. You could be ordered to strip
naked in a room full of guests, and masturbate for them while I photograph you
or video tape you. You can expect to have to pleasure men and women orally. You
will always swallow the men’s sperm. When we are alone, each day you will
present yourself for inspection to me when you wake up in the morning. You will
always be naked when in the house. You will at times be required to pee in the
urinal so I can save your pee which you will consume at a time of my choosing.
I will gradually train you to drink my urine. Then other peoples urine.
Sometimes it will be cold stored pee.
Other times it might be right from the person as they urinate. I keep a supply of mens semen in special
bottles in the freezer. You will at times be required to allow some to thaw in
your mouth, and then swallow it, never knowing whose it was. Your body will be
mine to enjoy whenever I wish. You will experience punishment from time to time
such as spankings, clamps, hot wax dripped on your nipples, breasts, pussy and
else where. You will be taken by machine as you were today in both your pussy
and your ass. You will give your pussy, ass and mouth to any male I wish. And
as time goes on, the list of things you will be required to endure will grow
with new and different experiences. But you will always be ready to obey, and
completely accept whatever you are ordered to do. In exchange, you will be loved by me, and enjoy
my home as your own. You will have satisfying work, make your own money, and
live a life of luxury. How does that sound to you my love?”
“You have give me a lot to think about. But I don’t know
what to say. Except I do know that I have fallen in love with you, a woman. I
never once thought of myself as a lesbian, or even had lesbian fantasies. But I
love you. In just one day, I am in love with you. And as long as I love you
Shirley, I will give you all that you ask of me. I am scared, but my pussy is soaking
wet again, just hearing what you described as what my new life with you will be
like. I fear it, but am craving it at the same time. I am hurting from today, but am feeling unsatisfied
because no one is abusing my sex. My pussy aches for attention. By young tender
breasts, and nipples desire to be given to someone. Oh, YES SHIRLEY. YES!
Please let me live here as your slave. Let me have the life you describe. Take
control of my mind and body. Please, I love you. Please!”
And so it begins. My first day with Shirley. Yesterday I
was a lost 16 year old girl, scared, lonely, lost. Today I am loved, in love,
and feeling like the most beautiful female in the world that is desired by
everyone. My young inexperienced body is learning new pleasures, new pains. It
is responding to every sensitive area with passion, pleasure, and lust. My mind
is flooding with new ideas, concepts and conditions. My heart is pounding in my
chest with excitement. What will happen
to me next? When? I can’t wait.
“Shirley, I am so excited and my pussy is so wet. You
excite me with your words and the things
you described for me. May I please spread my legs and masturbate for
you? Will you order me to show you my spread pussy and cum as your eyes burn
deep into my flesh? Please my love.
Please my mistress?”
“Better than that my little slut. Lets go back down to the
basement and your legs will be tied wide
apart on the table. After I lick your
pussy to orgasm, you will lay there as my fuck machine rapes your pussy until
you orgasm 5 more times.”
“Oh, Shirley, I do love you.”
Chapter 4
New Training
The morning was a new dawn for me. Shirley ordered me out of bed and to the kitchen. I was naked and needed to pee. But a quick slap in the face brought me to reality. I am a slave. Not a lover, not a friend, not a person. Mixed emotions and new realities were both confusing, and difficult to accept. But I had no life. There was no one, no place I could run to. This was the only place I had to live. It was a game of….. play along have a home in luxury, or refuse and be kicked out on the streets to become a 16 year old prostitute on drugs eating garbage and sleeping in one bug infested bed after another. I obeyed.
“Sit your naked slut ass in that chair. Spread your legs wide and put your hands behind the chair.”
“Yes Mistress,” I replied submissively and still sleepy.
Shirley tied my legs wide open to the legs of the wooden chair, and my arms behind the back of the chair. Totally exposed on the hard wooden chair with my bladder in pain. I was now focused on my situation.
“Now that I have your attention it’s time to go over some rules of obedience. You will learn your position this morning, and come to understand what’s expected of you.” She said as she pulled my chair with me in it, to the center of the large tiled floor. I was centered in the open area while Shirley sat at the kitchen table facing me.
“Brenda, you are so very pretty. Why you young girls feel you have to leave a home and family rather than work things out and make a life for yourself, I’ll never understand. You kids today would rather hit the streets, get hooked on drugs, sleep with every sleazy piece of shit out there that promises you a hope. Well, so be it. This is your reward. You belong to me now.” Shirley said as she looked at me in disgust. I knew better that say a word to interrupt her. I certainly was in no position to converse. And she was right anyway.
“Ok. Here’s the deal. I’m going to go over the rules of your new life, and you will simply say after I ask you if you understand each rule with: Yes Mistress, this female slut understands. Or, No Mistress, this female slut does not understand. Got it slut?”
“Yes Mistress, this female slut understands.”
“Good, now listen closely. First, you will give yourself to me completely. Just as we discussed last night. But here rules. Number 1: You will never wear clothes in this house with out an order to do so. NEVER! Understand?”
“Yes Mistress, this female slut understands.”
“Number two: You will keep all your body hair shaved. If I ever find any stubble on the worthless slut pussy, I’ll have it removed permanently. Understand?”
“Yes Mistress, this female slut understands.”
“Third: Your bathroom privileges are now revoked. As of today, you never use the toilet or shower with out permission. And if permission is given, NEVER IN PRIVATE! Understand?”
“No Mistress, this female slut does not understand.”
“Never in private, stupid. You will not be aloud to piss, shit, shower, brush your teeth, or anything else you do in the bath room alone. So if I’m not here the bathrooms are locked and you are locked up. If we have guests, you will be escorted by a guest to the bathroom. If I wish it, you will use a bowl here in the kitchen while being watched by me or our guests. Now do you understand what NEVER IN PRIVATE MEANS SLUT?”
“Yes Mistress, this female slut understands.”
“Number four: You will never touch yourself to relieve sexual tension with out permission. Never play with that pussy again unless I order it. Understand?”
“Yes Mistress, this female slut understands.”
“Number five: You will be punished for any violation of any rule. You will receive punishment at times just for the pleasure of it, or to entertain my guests. Punishment can come in hundreds of ways too. So there is no need for you to even think of asking me what kind of punishments. You’ll learn of them soon enough, slut. Do you understand?”
“Yes Mistress, this female slut understands.”
“Number six: Your life here will become a constant session of training and refining. You will have a free place to live, free food, and free material things as you earn them. You will want for nothing. But our obedience will decide what pleasures and comforts you receive or give up. Understand?”
“Yes Mistress, this female slut understands.”
“Good. Now just a few things about what you can expect. You have already seen some of what you can expect since you got here. But there will be occasions like today that you will be tied with rope in very compromising positions. I will test your limits of endurance. For instance, I know my slut needs to pee. How long can you go before you are forced to pee all over the kitchen floor? Of course if you do pee on my kitchen floor, you will suck every drop up with a straw and drink it. All the while I blister your young tender ass with my belt. So how long can you hold your pee my pet? If I wait long enough you will be begging me to let you use the toilet. But oh, you haven’t any toilet privileges do you? Oh well, you will have to pick one of these options then. Use the toilet and receive twenty on the pussy with my belt? Or fill a tall glass and drink it for breakfast? Which will it be my slut?”
“Yes Mistress, this female slut understands. Please Mistress, may I ask something?”
“You may, dear.”
“Must I choose which one. They are both revolting to me. I wish for my Mistress to choose, and I will accept what I must because it is what you wish, Please Mistress?”
“Well done. Since you have shown yourself to be obedient and submissive to me, I make a third option. I will hold my personal urinal to your pussy and allow you to fill it while tied to that chair. Saving your first pungent piss in the refrigerator for a refreshing cold drink over ice after a hot work out in the playroom. Then as a reward you get to masturbate with one free hand while still tied. You will bring yourself to the brink of an orgasm, but stop short and let the feeling fade. The again masturbate to the brink but stop short. Each time allowing the duration between stopping and starting to be less and less until you explode. But I will capture it all on my digital video camera. If it’s a good show, I’ll show it to my guests, and place it on the internet for all to enjoy.”
I hung my head in shame and picked the first option. To use the toilet and receive twenty across my spread pussy with Mistress’ belt.
“Very well then, but rather than going to the toilet, you will use the urinal here in the kitchen while still tied to the chair. Then you’re already in position afterwards for your 20 on that nice spread, shaved pussy.” She said with a smile of victory.
She returned with her urinal, held it in position, and ordered me to pee. I had to go so badly, it had been all I could do not to pee all over the floor anyway. No modesty problems here, just let my muscles relax and a hot heavy stream filled the urinal. I was scared though of what was coming next. I heard the last few dribbles hit the now full urinal and then it was whisked away to the refrigerator. I was totally shocked. I was certain it was to be disposed of. Shirley didn’t even dry me off but stood over me from behind with her belt in hand, leaning forward and landed her first shot right between my legs on my slit. Right over my clit. I screamed with shock and pain. She allowed me to catch my breath, but spaced out the hits of the belt so I could anticipate the next sharp stabbing pain between my legs. I was on fire by the fifth blow. Fifteen more to go. At the end, I had jerked so hard and screamed so loud that I was sure I had broken the chair.
Shirley loosed the ropes, and had me then prepare breakfast for both of us. She laughed that I could not walk. My pussy burned and hurt so bad, I was crying thru breakfast. After we ate, she held my hand and led me to the bedroom where she had me lay on my back with my legs wide apart. She massaged a light cream into my pussy. It cooled the fire, and actually was making me wet and excited. This new pain and pleasure sensation was having an effect on my mind and my body. Shirley was happy with my response.
Chapter 5
My First Party
The rest of the day was fairly normal. Though I did find out that the following morning there would be guests for breakfast. A cold tingling shiver went down my back, and up into my stomach. What would that mean for me. Strangers, I though. Who were they, why and what about me? I was told I could not wear any clothes in the house. Would strangers see me naked tomorrow? A sickening dread began to come over me.
Mistress led me up to the bedroom,
and began to pick out clothes from her closet. She held them up to me as if she
were sizing them up. Then over to a dresser, and took out a bra and white
cotton panties.
“Put these on, dear. I want to see how you look in them.” She said.
Feeling almost out of place, I stepped into the panties as Shirley watched me. Then the bra. The skirt and blouse. Shaking her head, she told me to remove the skirt and gave me a pair of tight Daisy Dukes type of shorts to put on. They fit tight, and my cheeks were hanging out. Most of all, my pussy was split in two. Looking into the mirror, I saw the definite split in the crotch of my pussy lips on either side of the tight seam. How embarrassing.
“Yup, that’s it. You will wear this outfit tomorrow for our guests.” She said. Though a very embarrassing outfit, I was really relieved to know I wouldn’t be naked. Then she said: “Now strip out of them, my slut. Don’t want the all smelly before tomorrow, no do we.” Somehow it was not a reassuring comment.
Shirley had to leave the house to do some shopping for the party. As I was told already, I was not aloud any bathroom privileges while she was gone, nor was I permitted freedom of the house. So I was taken down to the play room and strapped into a chair I had never seen the likes before. It wasn’t really a chair, but like a wooden bench, with no seat. There were two wooden strips about the width of a persons upper leg. The protruded outward from the back rest like a “V” shape. I was helped up onto the device, and the backs of my upper legs held me in place on this “V” part. My knees bent over the “V” boards and my ankles were attached to the uprights with a Velcro belt and held in place. Just above each knee, another Velcro belt held my legs tightly spread wide and in place. Then the backrest was reclining at about a 45degree angle so I was really lying backwards. The backrest was only a six inch wide upright board that was very uncomfortable. It was long and had a buckle and more Velcro far above the head. This is where both hands were attached, above my head in one belt. There was no seat, so my ass and pussy were completely exposed and accessible, but my entire weight was well supported. It was not too uncomfortable really, and Shirley said if I wished, I could take a nap. Not to worry she said, as no one would be in the house while she was gone.
Being completely naked, and spread so very open and vulnerable, I did still worry if anyone were to break in, I would be helpless and at the mercy of whoever.
“Just to keep you company though,
I have a toy to keep you occupied till I get back,” Shirley said.
Then she showed me a gold colored metal bullet shaped device with a wire attached to one end. She put a little lubricant on it, and inserted it deeply into my vagina. The wire went to a box that she said had a timer on it. She set it to come on and off at regular intervals.
“Every five minutes, this little companion will turn on by itself, and run for two minutes, then shut off for another five minutes. I think you will find it most entertaining,” she said.
With that, Shirley went up the stairs and locked the door. The lights went out, and I was in total darkness except for a red light on the box next to me. Finally, the red light turned green and the gold bullet in my vagina started buzzing. I screamed at first, then felt a tingling in my pussy that was so erotic. My nipples were growing hard, and my breathing increased. It felt so weird, yet stimulating. Two minutes was over quickly, and then I waited anxiously for the long five minutes to pass. I wanted to touch my clit, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even close my legs to wiggle. How torturous this little device was. At five minute increments, I would not be able to sleep either. I would be forced to stay awake, and be sexually stimulated, but just enough not to let me cum. Oh, how long would Shirley be gone? How long would I have to endure this treatment?
When the lights came on, and Shirley came down the steps, I was crying and quivering. I was dripping pussy juices, covered in sweat, and nearly hyperventilating. Shirley laughed at my predicament. She shut off the device, and removed the bullet. She had me take it in my mouth and clean it off. It was soaking wet with sticky thick cream from deep in my pussy. But she refused me an orgasm.
Shirley drew a hot bath, and with my hands cuffed behind my back, was aloud to soak in the bath up to my neck. It felt so relaxing, I was so tired. She too me to bed, her bed, and held me all night long.
Next day arrived early. I was awaken at
“Our guests will be arriving at Nine O’clock sharp for breakfast. Must get you ready,” She said. Her hands went softly over every inch of my body as I was ordered to stand with arms up, and legs spread. She looked and felt for any trace of stubble. I was clean, and clean shaven.
“Now my sweet, go and fetch the urinal, and relive your bladder.” I did as told, and then standing in front of my Mistress, filled the urinal as she held it tightly between my legs. I was also aloud to do relieve my bowels. Then a washing and dress in my prepared outfit. I looked like a sweet little slut.
The bell rang, and Shirley instructed me to answer the door and politely receive our guests. I was so nervous. My stomach was doing flip-flops. Shirley had already cued me as to how to greet our guests. I was to say: “Welcome to Mistress Shirley’s home. Won’t you please enter?” And so I did.
I opened the door. Shocked to see older women dressed very expensively. They were attractive women, but a little older than Shirley. Maybe in their forties. “Welcome to Mistress Shirley’s home. Won’t you please enter?” I said.
“Oh thank you. Aren’t you lovely my dear? You look so delicious.” One of them said.
“Hello dear. Ummm! Shirley wasn’t lying was she.” Another said.
I led them into the dining room and helped each one to their seats. The table was set for four people. With Mistress Shirley, I assumed, I would not be eating. I was so hungry too. With that though, Shirley entered and they all gabbed and giggled.
“It’s so nice of all of you to come this morning. We will be serving a lovely breakfast this morning, so I hope all of you brought your appetites. Who would like some coffee?” She asked. All hands went up. I was expecting that I would be serving them, but to my total amazement, a young black woman wearing a short maids outfit entered with a silver tray of coffee and creams and sugars. She set it down in the center of the table and returned out to the kitchen. I never knew she was in the house. When did she get here? Who is she? What was going on? What did Shirley expect of me then, if I wasn’t serving the guests? So many questions and no answers. I felt faint.
“Every one enjoy. Sarah? Please begin serving the breakfast now!” Shirley yelled back in the direction of the kitchen. Then took her seat. All were sitting and talking. I was left standing there, totally out of place and dumbfounded. Everyone was acting as if I was not there.
The girl, Sarah, entered with a push cart. Serving hot meats, eggs, grits, potatoes, biscuits and gravy. It smelled so good, I could hear my stomach growling. I kept staring at Shirley, trying to get her eye, but she never looked at me. They all ate, talked, and enjoyed their time together. I dared not move. I stood like I was invisible. I was even fearful of shifting my weight on my feet for fear of becoming visible.
The breakfast was nearly over. Coffee was still being poured, and small chit-chat was going on. Then I heard one of the women ask:
“Shirley, is this all she does? Stand there like a hat rack?”
Looking up, Shirley smiled and said: “Of course not, dear. Why do you think I called you all here today? She is just waiting for an order.” Was Shirley’s reply, then she picked up her coffee and sipped.
“Well, why don’t you give her one?” Another said.
“Let me giver her one.” The third women said then chuckled to her self.
Shirley turned back toward the kitchen, and called Sarah back out. When she arrived, she stooped toward Shirley and Mistress whispered into Sarah’s ear. She returned back to the kitchen. Nothing was said. In a few minutes, a height chair was brought out to the table and place next to Shirley. Then Sarah returned to the kitchen.
“Come here, my dear and take a seat next to your Mistress.” Shirley said to me, patting the seat of the height chair. I was so humiliated. I did as I was told.
“Comfy?” Shirley asked me.
“Yes, Mistress.” I said.
“That’s nice, my pet. Ladies? May I have your attention? I would like to introduce to you my servant. This is Brenda. Isn’t she delightful?” She asked the women.
The comments were the same. Yes, delightful, delicious and pretty, sexy. Things like that. I felt so humiliated and embarrassed.
“Brenda, dear. Are you hungry? I am sure you are starving.” Mistress said.
“Oh, yes Mistress. I am so very hungry. And everything smells so good too.” I said. My mouth watering.
“Good. Well you can have anything you wish.” She replied
Just then, Sarah returned with a tall glass of ice and a small pitcher of yellow drink. At first I was curious, then horror struck me. I know what it was that Sarah was serving me.
“Friends,” Shirley said. “This is a pitcher full of Brenda’s own pee. She gave it up yesterday, and it’s been in the fredge, getting nice and cold. She will now drink it down for us. Then she may have her breakfast.” Shirley explained.
I sat there with fear on my face. Shirley poured my pee into the glass and handed me the tall glass. It was cold, and looked refreshing. But I knew otherwise. All stared at me, smiling. I looked at Shirley. She said: “Go on, dear. Drink!”
I put the glass to my lips. Watching their expressions. I could smell it. I tasted it. It was as bad cold as it was hot. I gulped, and gulped. Closed my eyes hard, held my breath and gulped some more. It was empty. I did it I thought. The Sarah grabbed the pitcher, and filled up my glass again. One more glass will do it. I gulped and gulped. Gagging and choking, but drank it all down. Set the glass down like I was in a beer drinking contest.
Cheers from the ladies didn’t help the sickening feeling I had in my mouth and throat. I was discussed with myself and wishing I could have a cup of coffee.
“Very good, my pet. Sarah! Bring some hot coffee and hot breakfast for Brenda,” Shirley said. I could hardly believe she was treating me so kind now.
“Ladies who would like to set the price for the breakfast?” Shirley asked. I looked at her. What the hell was going on I thought. All hands went up. “Miss Ann. How much for a cup of coffee will Brenda have to pay?”
“Oh, I think one blouse should do it. Her shoes and socks will cover the cream and sugar.”
“Brenda?” Mistress said as Sarah poured me a piping hot cup of fresh coffee. It smelled soooo, good too. “Remove your blouse, now! Your shoes and socks too if you want cream and sugar. Lets go! We can’t dilly-dally.”
Beaten, I stood up and removed my blouse. Miss Ann took it as payment. The shoes and socks also to Miss Ann as payment for sugar and cream. I sat there in my Daisy Dukes and bra stirring my coffee. Took a sip. It was so good. Another sip or two, trying to remove the taste of my pee in my mouth.
“Miss Jen, how much for the eggs and potatoes?”
“One bra for the eggs, and one pair of skimpy shorts for the potatoes.” She said smiling as Sarah heaped my plate.
“Lets go, little one. Miss Jen is waiting for her payment.” Shirley said. I looked at Miss Jen who was looking at me with a stern yet smirking face.
“The bra first!” Miss Jen said as I was beginning to slide the shorts off. Then looking at all the faces who’s eyes were burning into my breasts, I reached back unhooked the clasp and slid it off my breasts. I handed it to Miss Jen.
“Raise your arms, and spin dear.” Miss Jen said as if my bra was not enough payment. “We want a good look at those pretty teenage breasts. I did as I was told. My knees were quivering. Then slid my shorts down and off. Handed them to Miss Jen. She took them, turned them inside out and smelled the crotch. How embarrassing. Even more so as each woman wanted to smell them.
“Eat your eggs girl. Enjoy them, you paid for them,” Miss Jen said.
“Now, Harriet. How much for the bacon, sausage and ham?” Shirley asked. I thought it a mute point. I had nothing more than my panties.
“Well, the panties will buy a slice of ham, but the bacon requires a persona examination of this young beauty. The sausage will cost her an orgasm. One on one facing me spread wide while I sit and watch her play with her pussy until she explodes.
I was mortified. I became exactly what Shirley said I was to become. An object for sexual pleasure.
“Stand up, strip out of those panties girl.” Shirley said. “Sarah, give her some ham, bacon and sausage.
I stood up. Everyone stood and tried to get a better look.
“No, wait. Shirley blurted out. Brenda. Why don’t you stand up in your chair and face everyone so we can see you strip out of those panties. No, even better. Sarah? You stand behind Brenda and help her keep her balance in the chair. Brenda? Sarah will do the honors of stripping your panties off and then she will make the payment.
I did as I was told. Knowing there was no other hope. I stood up, and faced everyone. Sarah took her position behind me, and slid my panties down. I felt my cheeks grow hot as my bald pussy slowly became visible to all their eyes. I rested on Sarah’s shoulder and stepped out of them.
“Bring them to me Sarah. Are they wet? Let me see!” Miss Harriet said. Snatching them from Sarah, she quickly looked at the crotch. Oh, my, my, my. Yes girls. These panties ARE WET!”
I was glowing red. Helped down, I now had my breakfast to eat. Totally naked as they all watched and chatted. I knew too that the other meat was on loan, and that as soon as I finished, Miss Harriet was going to insist on the rest of the payment. I felt so embarrassed and humiliated. Sitting naked like this eating. All of this was so totally new to me. I felt my nipples aching from being so rock hard. My pussy was tingling. I was still excited from my morning alone with the bullet that I never got to orgasm. And now, knowing I would be examined by this stranger. Soon to be felt up completely, then to spread my legs for her and play with myself until I orgasm while she had a front row seat. The others no doubt would not miss the show either.
“Sarah?” Mistress Shirley called out. “I want you to go over to Brenda, and see if her pussy is wet as she is eating breakfast. You will check her pussy for us. BRENDA! Spread your legs, but don’t stop eating. You have payment to make, we don’t want to delay that, no do we?”
“Yes Mistress,” I said obediently. Spread my legs, and let this beautiful young black girl slide her hand between my legs. I felt her fingers softly rub the outer lips, then find their way into my vagina.
“Yes Ma’am. Brenda is not only wet, Ma’am, but I should say she is soaking wet, Ma’am.”
“Oh, how nice this is, Shirley,” Miss Harriet said, rubbing her hands together. “I can hardly wait for the rest of my payment. Hurry, girl, hurry!”
I finished, drank the rest of the coffee, and them wiped my mouth. I knew it was inevitable, so I politely asked permission: “Mistress? May I be excused now to make payment for this delicious bacon and sausage? I know that Miss Harriet is deserving of payment and I don’t want to delay in my obligation to her, Mistress.”
Oh, how sickening I was. I felt like vomiting my breakfast and two glasses of piss on fat Miss Harriet.
“Yes, dear. But not hear. Lets retire to the den, shall we ladies?”
All in agreement, I was ordered to wait till all were seated then enter and stand in front of Miss Harriet. I did as instructed.
“Ok. Now come here sugar,” Miss Harriet said as she hiked up her dress and spread her legs. Pulling me between her legs, she ordered my arms up high. She examined and squeezed my breasts and pulled and pinched my nipples. She took them in her mouth and sucked them both, while squeezing my ass cheeks. I stood their motionless. She then ran her fingers over my flat tummy, and began to examine my tight slit as my legs were closed.
“Spread them wide my pet.” She said. Then felt my pussy, and anus. Fingers went in both holes. My clit was pinched and this all went on for 15 minutes.
“Now, fetch a chair from the dining room, and masturbate for me dear.” She said sternly. When I returned, I was instructed to sit at the edge of the chair, spread my legs as wide as possible, and slowly bring myself to an orgasm. AND… she said. “It had better be a good one, or you will do it again.”
I was flushing red, my face burning. I sat, looked around the room as the others were gathered standing in a circle. Spread my legs as wide as possible and found my pussy. I stroked and rubbed. Pushed fingers in and out. Then oiled up my clit with my own juices and rubbed little circles around it. I was growing hotter by the second. I shut my eyes, but was quickly ordered to keep them open and look at the payee’s face as I made my payment. It wasn’t too long, and I began to feel wave after wave of pleasure come over me. I couldn’t help it, and screamed and moaned, nearly falling off the chair. I shuddered in two explosive orgasms. All applauded. Then Harriet requested additional payment from Shirley. To be able to lick my pussy clean and bring me off again. It was requested and the woman fell between my legs and lick me clean. I stared at her as she burred her face in my pussy. Her tongue licking deeply between my lips. I came again on cue, and she cleaned up all of my cum. Then she kissed me passionately on the mouth and I tasted myself on her lips and tongue.
This was my first party. And it was my most tame and sexy one. All but the part of the pee drinking, I thoroughly enjoyed it. I would soon discover that Shirley would have these parties several times a week. Each one though would be different in many ways. The best one was where I got to see Sarah stripped naked, blindfolded and led down to the playroom. She was attached to the chair I was attached to the morning of my first party. I was naked and standing next to Sarah. The ladies were all there too. And we watched as Sarah, young perfectly exquisite black body was made to respond in a multitude of ways. I ended up between her legs and strapped with my mouth over Sarah’s pussy to drink up all her juices that were forced out of her. And rewarded with several orgasm in my mouth and each time she squirted several ounces of hot pee which I swallowed eagerly. I tried my best to keep her cumming.
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