As Cassandra propelled me roughly down the upstairs hallway, I knew that having been caught by my Owner/Mistress Angel enjoying the most exquisite orgasm of my life riding the talented tongue of my sister slave Suzie without permission, that I was in deep, very deep trouble. There wasn't a single doubt in my mind that my punishment would be most unpleasant and painful. Yet the fear that filled my being clashed with the afterglow of my recently delicious climax, creating a deluge of mixed emotions.
Cassandra's dislike for white women in general, and me in particular, was quite evident by the manner in which she shoved and pushed me on our journey to the basement, causing me to trip and stumble awkwardly several times. Several times she took the opportunity to slap my bare ass, simply to add to my mounting apprehension not to mention my humiliation.
The basement was a large and open room filled with all kinds of bondage devices meant to make a girl's life a living hell. Along one wall there were several small, four foot by four foot by six foot tall holding cells where disobedient bitches could be kept out of trouble until it was time for their punishment.
Elsewhere in Miss Angel's House.
Promptly at 5PM sweet Mississippi born and bred Suzie reported to Angel's bedroom as she had been directed. As usual, the gorgeous white girl was naked, expect for her six-inch spiked high-heels. Suzie's nervousness was increased when she found three lovely black girls waiting for her instead of Angel, who she had expected. Apprehension and foreboding weakened Suzie's knees, yet her sexual being continued to torment her body and mind with dark desires.
In response to Suzie's quizzical look one of the black girls explained, "Angel has given us instructions to prepare you for this evening's festivities. Please step this way."
While it had sounded like a polite request, Suzie understood it was a request she couldn't refuse and followed the young black girl submissively into the large master bathroom. A garden sized bath tub had been prepared for her arrival. Another of the black girls nodded towards the tub. "It's for you, sugar," she said sweetly.
Still very nervous and perplexed Suzie slipped off her high heels and stepped into the tub without hesitation. The warmth of the fragrant water soothed Suzie's troubled soul as she settled into the bubbles which had been added. As Suzie's tense body began to relax, the three black girls tended to her every need. With close attention to detail, Suzie received both a manicure and pedicure. Her hair was shampooed and conditioned. Lastly, her arm pits and pussy were shaved for her with equal expertize.
The cute young black girls attended to Suzie every need. They even offered Suzie a glass of bubbly Champaign, which she gladly accepted. The southern born belle had never felt so pampered in all her life.
After her stimulating and very relaxing bath, the black girls had Suzie step out of the oversized tub where they each used elegant terrycloth bath towels to pat her dry. Setting the 34 year old white woman down in a large comfortable chair near the bathroom vanity, the young black girls continued to pamper Suzie. Blonde highlights were added to her shoulder length auburn hair while her nails were painted a bright red. Her eye brows were meticulously shaped, then a thin layer of make-up was added to bring out the best features of Suzie's pretty face. Even a bit of blush was added to adorn Suzie's pierced nipples. Then, while one of the luscious black girls combed Suzie's hair, another added tiny dabs of Chanel No. 5 perfume behind both her ears, then added a droplet to each of her always erect nipples.
Suzie was then directed back into Angel's large master bedroom where one of her black attendants helped her step into and pull up a pair of sheer bright red thong panties. The red thong stood out vividly against Suzy's creamy smooth white skin. Another black girl snapped a lacy white garter-belt around Suzy's trim waist. While she was still standing, the other two black girls helped Suzie on with virginal white nylon stockings. Once the stockings were attached to Suzy's garter-belt, the girls directed her to take a seat on the edge of the bed, and then they slipped 6 inch white high-heels onto her smallish feet then buckled and locked the heels in place. Except for the items the girls had dressed her in; Suzie was naked yet could help but feel like a pampered slut. However, she couldn't help but notice that she was being dressed totally in white with the exception of the red thong panties which framed and drew undue attention to the center of her sexual being.
Still sitting on the bed, Suzie's sparkling eyes popped wide open when one of Angel's black girls produced what looked like a girdle. With something of a giggle Suzie asked rhetorically, "That's not for me is it?"
"Do you even know what it is, sugar?" The girl holding the item asked sweetly.
"Well, like yeah, I know for sure. It's one of those old time corsets, with bones and laces and all that stuff," Suzie explained.
"Stand up and turn around, honey," the black girl stated firmly, "and I'll help you on with it."
Suzie stood and turned around in something of a huff, "I can't believe Angel thinks I need a fucking girdle."
With a scowl, the black attendant responded briskly, "Watch your mouth, girly, and just do as we tell you. It'll be a lot easier that way. Trust me."
The black girl wrapped the undergarment - which was a shiny satin affair, matching Suzie's stockings perfectly -- around Suzie's already trim waist. Then Suzie's attendant began to lace the garment up the back. When it was laced, the girl positioned it so that it fit from just under Suzie's firm melons to the smooth flair of her feminine hips.
"Now take a deep breath, baby," the black girl requested politely, "and hold it."
Suzie complied, and when she did, the black girl behind her cinched the corset an inch tighter. Suzie and the black girl repeated the process two more times. Each time the corset got tighter and tighter until Suzie found it difficult to breath.
Finally, Suzie couldn't take the squeezing pain any longer, "Please, not so tight. I can't breathe."
The black girls all ignored Suzie's entreaty.
"Gina," the black girl asked the other girl with her, "come here and help me please."
"Gees oh pete," Suzie whined, "you can't possibly make it any tighter I'll be squeezed to death or suffocated."
"Hush, girly," Latoya snapped with mock anger, "it's supposed to be tight." Then speaking to Gina she said, "Now you take that string and I'll take this one." Then speaking to Suzie again ordered, "Take a deep breath, lover, and hold it."
With a film of sweat forming on her face, Suzie took a deep breath as she had been told to and held it. Latoya groaned, "Now pull, Gina."
Suzie groaned with agony as the corset was cinched another half inch tighter. Suzie didn't know what was going to break first, the corset or one of her ribs.
"Once again, Suzie Q," Latoya snapped. The process was repeated and the corset grew another half inch tighter. "One more time," Latoya barked. And once again the corset drew tighter. "There now hold it while I tie it off," Latoya worked diligently at her task then asked when she was done, "Now how does that look, Gina?"
The other black girl answered sincerely, "Gosh, I don't know, let me get the tape measure." Then added with approval and a giggle, "But that thing sure does make her little white titties look bigger doesn't it."
"Yea," Latoya replied, "corsets will tend to do that."
While Gina went in search of the tape measure, Suzie couldn't help but check out her reflection in the wall mirror. Sure enough, her baby B-cup knockers looked as if they had grown a full cup size. And, the corset had turned her waist-line into a pronounced hour-glass shape that while most becoming, was also a torment she had never known before. Her breathing was restricted to short swallow breaths.
By then Gina had returned with the tape measure and quickly ran it around Suzie's restrained waist at its narrowest, and announced her findings proudly, "It's a perfect 18 inches exactly, Latoya, just what Miss Angel ordered."
"Great," Latoya purred.
Suzie would have breathed a deep sigh of relief expect for one tiny detail. That being, due to the constraining nature of the corset, she could hardly breathe at all.
Gina brought out a beautiful white silk crinoline petticoat which was made to be worn as a form for the hoop skirt which goes over it. The petticoat was made to be worn around the waist with three tiers of ruffed material overlapping each other as they seemed to cascade towards the floor. Suzie smiled broadly, forgetting momentarily about the corset that restricted both waistline and breathing. She could not help but feel like a pampered princess with the way she was being treated. Queen of her realm, she thought.
Suzie's thoughts flashed back to her youth when she'd once worn such beautiful garments in a pageant honoring a late great lost cause or the War of Invasion as southerners framed it. As in her youth, Suzie needed the help of two attendants to help her into the heavy petticoat.
Suzie next turned her attention to Latoya who had returned to the room carrying a most marvelous Antique White Antebellum evening gown complete with a hooped skirt made of rich looking satin and chiffon.
"Ohhh myyyy god, that gown is simply divine," Suzie exclaimed brightly, "It's not for me is it?"
Gina and Latoya exchanged shy knowing looks as Gina replied, "Well, it sure is, darlin'."
