Aug 19, 2008: Humiliated at Home

The morning began as many do, chat with Mistress Jody and an exchange of calls with Mistress Katrina. However this morning undoubtedly Katrina and Jody were also talking with each other, scheming privately between themselves. The verdict that was rendered to me was to assemble my cage on the basement level of my home crawl inside nude and lock the door.

This has happened before. The procedure is I place the key, previously frozen in a yogurt cup, on top of my cage. The ice melts releasing the key which falls through into my cage. Depending on the thickness of the ice and size of container, this process takes somewhere between 2 -6 hours.

This particular morning I figured I had about 2 hours of confinement, certainly long enough to give one time to contemplate on their submissiveness. However this morning, a far more humiliating task was ordered; that I take certain items into the cage including my enema bag and administer myself a wine/water enema. Katrina indicated she was on her way over and she expected to see the putrid results of this order. With trepidation I followed instructions and predictably within a few minutes I expelled the slimy mess. I waited and prayed for Katrina’s arrival.

Time passed before I heard her car in the driveway and her footsteps in the house, entering through the back way that’d indicated was unlocked. She came down the stairs, turning into the lower level great room where I waited nervously. To my shock she was not alone. Two of her friends, Chanel and Brianna came with her. I wasn’t too surprised about Chanel but Brianna was a shock. They all made lots of humiliating remarks about what a filthy bitch I am.

They opened the French doors from the downstairs great room to the lower patio, letting the stink out. I begged to get out of the cage but wasn’t allowed out. Katrina wanted details of my morning. I gave her the rundown and that I had not been allowed to cumm. She could tell I was drunk from the wine in the enema and I nodded. She took the ice off the top of the cage, melted the keys out immediately under hot water giving her command of the keys one of which she gave Barbara one key to refreeze.

She wanted to see me roll, to the extent that I could, in my filthy mess, I begged no but she said if I didn’t she’d just leave me in the cage and let me deal with my hubby. That’s a powerful threat so I rolled as best I could while they laughed at me.

They decided to retreat to the upstairs until the room aired out. Katrina, though made one small adjustment. She had me place my wrists against the sides of the cage, then took rope out of my toy bag and looped it through the cage tying my wrists to each side of the cage. Her purpose was to keep me immobile. She asked me if I had suppositories in the house. Begrudgingly, I told her where. She smiled and said you know what’s coming, don’t you. I nodded and feared the worst. They went upstairs. Where the cage was in relation to the French doors I could see straight out into the yard and prayed no one came by. I might mention that my home is situated on an acre lot and heavily wooded.

They were upstairs for quite a bit. I heard another car in the driveway and cringed wondering what was up. Someone else came in the house and the voices became louder, laughing and carrying on. I just shivered. They came down and I saw Alanna with them. Her comments only added to my already degraded mentality but her remark that I belonged on her farm more than in a house like this was the icing on the cake. They stripped naked and got the box of suppositories. Chanel said the only problem with me being tied up in the cage was that I couldn’t stick the suppository up their asses. I watched in some kind of drunken stupor, frozen in time, as each of them took one. After a couple of minutes Chanel climbed on top of the cage. I was sitting near the center of the cage, knees bent up, arms tied to the sides of the cage unable to shift my position. I looked up at her large ass positioned over me and groaned, no, please. She said shut up and close my eyes. In my darkness I heard her expel and felt her warm slime hitting me across the left side of my head, left shoulder and tit, then trickle down to my side. She said hell I was aiming for her face. They laughed. She got off the cage and said to Brianna see how it’s done … she said yes. My eyes were still closed but I sensed her getting on the cage. There was a pause, then another burst that hit me on my knees and thighs, drizzled down toward my pussy. She got off. I sobbed and groaned. I heard Alanna’s voice saying its her turn and felt the cage shift under her weight. A stream of piss hit me and I yelled oh Gawd. Before I could get my breath I felt goo splattering my tits, tummy and cunt. I head Katrina say, nice aim baby. She got off and Katrina asked me to open my right eye which at this point she said was clear. I did. She said … look at me, bitch. I’m going to do something I rarely do and I want you to thank me for even considering this. I murmured a raspy thank you. She crawled on the cage and said look up at her ass. I craned my neck back and looked. She was carefully positioned over the center of my body, sitting on top of the cage legs dangling over one side like she was sitting on a toilet seat. She said keep looking up and close my eye again. I nodded and did. I hear her explosion and felt her warm brown hit me all over my forehead and face, running down across my tits into my lap and pussy. I cried o Gawd o Gawd… she crawled off.

I sat there with my eyes closed feeling like I wasn’t even human. I honestly felt more like a true toilet than I ever had. I was afraid to move or even breathe and the odor was terrible. Katrina told me to thank everybody and to thank Jody. I muttered my humiliating words.

They apparently went to the bathroom because I could hear the toilet flushing several times and the water running. Someone untied my wrists and opened the cage door. I felt a wet towel against my face. Katrina said it should be safe to open my eyes and when I did I cried out when I saw my body and the filthy mess covering the pan of the cage floor. Katrina told me to work my way to the door and crawl out. I crawled out and they laid towels end to end between me and the open French doors. I noticed they had partially dressed. Alanna tied a rope around my neck and led me crawling behind her. Once I was on the patio she told me to stand up and walk over to the edge of the patio. I protested that I was naked. She said no big deal to her one way or the other but I probably needed to be hosed off.

Fortunately the only house that could possibly see me is the house on the right side of where I was standing and those people moved and the house is empty now. I counted my blessings. She took ropes and positioned me between two big posts that support the porch and deck off the main level above the patio. I faced the woods, my back was to the house. She tied my wrists, ran the rope to the posts and tied my ankles the same way, spreading me like an X. Part of me wanted to cumm and part of me was too scared thinking about someone inadvertently seeing me. She said this is how she washes horse, tying rope from their halter to posts on the side of the wash stall to keep them from moving too much; since I’m an animal it seems appropriate. She took the garden hose and squirted me off, then washed my hair and soaped my body/ watched a stream of suds and brownish mess flow into the yard. Then she rinsed me off. Katrina stood and watched. Chanel and Brianna dragged the cage out to the patio and dumping the pan with all the mess out on the grass. Alanna finished with me and gave them the hose to clean the cage.

They went back in the house and left me like that. I begged them not too but my words fell on deaf ears. I have no idea how long was out there or what they did. There wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it and I surely as hell wasn’t going to scream and attract attention to myself.

Katrina came back out and asked me about the chains she found buried behind suitcases in the closet of my study. I told her about my domme friend in florida buying them for me last summer. She went back in the house leaving me spread. Eventually Alanna came back and untied me and took me back in the house. However, she tied a tight crotch rope on me ... tied around my waist and pulled from front to back through my pussy and ass several times. She took thin cord and wound it around the base of my tits and tied them. I followed her up two flights of stairs to my bedroom where Katrina and the others were waiting. Katrina went through my lingerie drawer and got several things out. She had me slip on a pair of bikini panties over the crotch rope, then another pair and finally a third pair. The sensation was surprising, the ropes through my cunt were already tight and each pair of panties just made it that much tighter and my cunt more unavailable. She selected several bras, tried them on me until she found one that was tight on me. She took it off me, cut out the fabric around the nipple area and put it back on me. I felt so damn hot all of as sudden knowing my tied up tits were hidden beneath the bra and my nipples poking out. She pulled clothes pins out of her pocket and clamped each nipple, warning me not to cumm. She went through my hosiery drawer and got a pair of red fishnet hose and told me to put them on. I did, then I had to get the highest pair of heels I had and slip them on which made my situation more erotic. She wants me to get a pair of true 6” heels by next week. Then she took me to my study and pulled something off my printer. I looked at it and saw she’d printed “The List”, a chronicle of all the people I’ve been with I’d been making for Ms Jody. She asked about every woman on the list she wasn’t familiar with. She asked if any of them had ever browned me I said no. She said this is a good start but I should plan on doing more. She called the other 3 into my study and showed them the list. She had me confirm that I went around the house naked all day when I was here. She suggested I make good use of the chains more frequently.

She asked how my cunt felt. I said it hurts badly. She said seeing my cunt inaccessible gave her the idea that a chastity belt might be a good idea. I freaked out. She kept talking to me and had Brianna take the clothespins off and play with my nipples and Chanel rub my cunt through the panties and the rope, she said I bet you could cumm couldn’t you, I begged her yes. She pulled her shorts down and stuck her ass back in my face and told me to suck her ass and play with her pussy. While I did, the others stripped off my bra and the ropes from my tits. Chanel kept rubbing my cunt until Katrina came and gave me permission to cumm. It was a fucking weird feeling.

Chanel removed all the panties, hose, then the rope, which was sticky with my cumm. I ended up making each of them cumm and sucking each of their asses. Katrina said it was her way of having me thank the asses that shit on me.They took me back down to the lower level and crawl back in the cage naked. She took the ice Brianna froze and put it on top of the cage. She asked if I thought that amount of ice would melt before my hubby came home. I asked her what time it was, she said about 3:15. I said he won’t be home until around 6-7 tonight but why do I have to be caged again. She said I need absolute solitude for a hour or so to think about today and contemplate my future. I thanked her, she locked the cage door. They went upstairs and left shortly thereafter.

I sat there and thought about a million things, where I am today, when I was six months ago, where I was a year ago. I thought about all I’d experienced, and all the taboo’s I’d crossed. When the key fell through I unlocked the door, put the cage away and showered.