May 13, 2009: Delivering the Cage to Mavis

I’ve been extremely restless the last two days from the conversations with Jody and Katrina and their taunting about deeper servitude and slavery. Jody in particular makes it sound as though it’s predetermined that I’ll do this full time. I argue back that I also have a life but she just laughs. This morning she gave me strict orders to call Mavis and offer myself to her today; that there some expectations this sinister alliance of Jody, Tisha and Mavis have agreed upon. Jody terminated our conversation abruptly saying she was late for work and Mavis was expecting my call.

Mavis picked up the phone on the second ring, a sure sign to me that my call was expected. She gave me instructions … to print out certain elements of my blog, bring my toy bag again and buy a pet cage on the way down. She also said she never wanted to see me under her roof with clothes on. Her garage door would be up, her car in the street and I was to park in her garage, take the cage out, and pull the door down, strip, then walk to few steps across her breezeway to her back door with the cage. My time there would be from 11 until 4. We discussed a safe word (mercy) but she would stop what she was doing, ask me some questions, modify her approach if necessary but continue.

I printed what she wanted, showered and followed Jody’s orders of wearing a mini, halter top and heels but no bra or panties. I was nervous; I knew my 5 hours with Mavis would push me.

I was out of the house by 10:00 and drove to a pet store. There weren’t many others in the store, I found the cage, asked a clerk for help, bought it, and had him take it to my car. He was drooling at my attire. I just let him look and hoped he enjoyed his thoughts.

I called Mavis to let her know I was on my way and had the cage. She said it might be wiser not to undress until I was at her back door since I had to bring the cage in, but I would still be required to strip at her back door and leave my clothes on the steps. I arrived just before 11:00. Her garage door was open as promised. I went through the routine she established, slung my toy bag over my shoulder, and dragged boxed cage across the breezeway. I undressed on the back steps leading up to her porch and entered her house nude, dragging the box with me.

She was absolutely stone cold; you’d have thought she was expecting the mail carrier or something. She told me to take the cage to the basement, get it out of the box and assemble it. I struggled with it down the steps. I thought how stupid this was and why I didn’t tell everybody to go the hell and leave. But I couldn’t. Something inside of me was driving me on. There was a tinge of excitement in what I was doing as if I was daring myself to continue. While I was assembling it, she came down carrying an aluminum meat loaf pan and her cat following her. I’d noticed the cat on Monday but it stayed perched on a window sill. This time it was more curious and watched my every move as if it, too, was a part of the activity.
When it was assembled, she had me stand and clasp my hands behind my back. She pulled police type cuffs from her house coat pocket and cuffed my hands behind my back. A chill went through my body and I shuddered at the feeling of cold metal around my wrists. She told me I’d spend my time today down here in her basement. She asked how my cunt was from Mondays beating. I told her a little sore but basically okay. She snorted at me and said she knew I could take more. She slapped my left breast. I tightened my grip on my fingers behind me and exhaled. Then she slapped the right one and went back and forth until I was wincing in pain. She scoffed at me and told me to look at my nipples. I did; they were hard as pebbles. She hit me several more times, slapping the inner and outer sides of each tit then slapping the tender undersides of each. I was gasping. She didn’t crack a smile.

Pointing to the cage, she indicated to crawl inside. Without the use of my hands I found this difficult but struggled inside. She set the meatloaf pan in one corner of the cage, said that’s my toilet, took a padlock from her pocket and snapped it over the hasp. Both keys, hand cuffs and padlock, she placed on a nearby stack of boxes. I sat inside the cage, shuddered, not saying a word.

She coldly said it was 11:30 and I’d spend my entire day down here; get used to it. She also expected 5 hours from me and the time to get the cage inside and assembled didn’t count and 4:30 was the new quitting time. My heart fluttered but I simply said yes Maam. She walked back toward the steps. The cat followed her then went under the steps. I saw its liter box under there. Mavis took one final look at me, she asked where the descriptions of my escapades were that she told me to bring. I said in the side pocket of my toy bag. She went up the steps, flicked off the light and left me in near darkness.

There was a little light streaming through a tiny dirty window at the top of one basement wall. I could see dimly. I sat there thinking I was crazy, this wasn’t quite what I expected but then again, I didn’t know what to expect. My mind went into a frenzy for a moment; the darkness, being caged in a strange place, and on top of that, also being cuffed. I viewed this as three levels of confinement and it bugged me. Also her cold matter of fact attitude bugged me. I would have loved a kiss.

Mentally, I worked through things. Hearing her occasional footsteps on the floor above me helped. I sat there, sometimes thinking, sometimes not. My mind began to focus on my situation of being enslaved and confined in the cage. In a way I’d almost rather have been beaten all day; it would have been easier than sitting here letting my mind wander into channels of frustration. I had no way to know how much time passed, whether it was 10 minutes or an hour. I tried to focus on her. I wondered if I wanted this and yet at the same time I looked down at my naked body, saw my hard nipples, my swollen breasts and my aching cunt which I could not touch. That excited me in a strange way.

My thoughts were distracted by the cat. I hate cats. This one left its perch on the nearby table and wandered over to me, staring at me through the heavy wires of the cage. Then it jumped up on top of the cage and crouched down, licking its paws, flicking its tail around then staring down at me again. I wondered what the cat was thinking. It did those little kitty purring noises like some kind of whirring noise machine. I remember looking up at it thinking … the damn cat has more freedom than I do. That made me want to frig off so bad. Also, I knew there was a faint odor on Monday when she showed me the basement briefly but I didn’t associate it with anything, now I knew where it came from; the cat’s liter box.

Time passed slowly. I would hear her footsteps. Then I’d hear nothing. I wondered what she was doing, for that matter I wondered what you both were doing. Alanna, Susan, Molly, Rhonda, anyone I could call to mind. I had to pee. I struggled from a sitting position to a kneeling position, my head crouched over slightly. I worked the meat loaf pan between my thighs and pissed. Some of it missed the pan. When I finished I fell back against one end of the cage and used my feet to push the pan into one corner of the cage. That disrupted the cat. It jumped off the top of the cage and sniffed the pan through the wire mesh. Then it disappeared behind some boxes.

Now my odor of piss mixed with the other smells of the basement. I continued to sit quietly. I listened for Mavis but didn’t hear her. I wanted to touch my cunt so badly. My thoughts focused on her. I wanted to eat her or for her to beat me. I cringed at my thoughts but I wanted to be acknowledged in some way or the other. I closed my eyes. I couldn’t sleep but dozing calmed my raging fear and for that matter my aching lust. I wondered about how much time had passed; was it an hour, two or mercifully more.

I heard footsteps upstairs. I heard a voice, hers, and then another one. I bolted upright and my heart was beating wildly. The cat leaped up the stairs and meowed. I heard talking, some laughing, more footsteps. I wondered who. Was it Daphne or Vanessa? The talk went on for a while. I couldn’t hear anything clearly, no words, just distorted voices. Then a door shut and there was silence. I figured the other person had left. There were no footsteps. I wondered if Mavis had left. I tried to downplay that thought. Maybe she was out in the yard. The quietness went on for a long time then I hear footsteps again. The basement door opened. Her voice called down ... “you alive down there?” I shouted back, “Yes Ma’am”. The basement door shut.

I settled into shallow breathing. I waited. More time passed. I felt like a prisoner. I had no power; she had everything in her control. I sank into a sort of self deprecation. I drifted back to the cage, the cuffs, the darkness and having no clothes. I wondered if mine were still on the back steps. I eventually dozed off.

The door basement opened and the light came on. I heard footsteps. I came alive as I saw her descend the stairs. I breathed a sign of relief. She wore a light blue dress. I wanted to say something but I didn’t. There were burning questions I wanted to ask, like who was upstairs with you? What time is it? Am I pleasing you? Instead I asked none. She stood by the side of the cage, peering down at me. Without saying a word she raised the hem of the dress showing me her bare pussy. She came closer to the side of the cage, thrust her hips forward and pissed on me. I closed my eyes and felt the excitement of her warm rush of fluid slowly cool to a sticky residue on my skin. I thought of being anointed with shame.

She unlocked the cage and opened the door. She pulled a chair up close to the cage and motioned me out. I struggled out, half crawling half slithering. She pulled up her skirt again and snapped her fingers at me then pointed to her pussy. She was standing and I kissed her pussy. She eased her body into the chair, not saying a word, just opening her legs and pointing. I gazed into her pussy and began licking, smothering her with kisses and licks. I began tonguing her, thankful for any human contact and especially her sex. As I licked her she whispered if I appreciated momma’s pussy more now. I muttered yes Ma’am. I kept attended to her until she slowly built her excitement and became more antimated. I licked; my mouth was all I had and I savored her pussy, found her clit and flicked her until she had a quiet cumm.

After she did, she unlocked my cuffs. She pointed to the cage and told me to get back in. I was almost shocked. Yet I did. She didn’t close the door but told me to sit in her piss and also for me to piss again. I did so, this time just pissing my stream out over the floor of the cage and sat there feeling it chill around my buttocks. Then she told me to frig. She sat in the chair and watched. She told me she’d read every word I brought her. She called me a despicable white trash woman, that if I came to her, I’d spend the first week down here, naked and deprived of human comfort. All those young girls I’d had, she bet I thought I was hot shit, but I was really a pathetic tramp. She said if she was a judge she’d sentence me to 60 days of confinement. I kept frigging and listening, thinking … you are a judge, judge and jury rolled up into one. The damn cat curled by her feet. It seemed to be looking at me frigging. I told myself I was imaging things. Mavis finally said, go on, and satisfy that miserable filthy cunt. Those words did it and I exploded. I felt shamed, common, like my pussy controlled me which you both have said to me many times. She got up, tugged a rag out of an old sink back in the corner and threw it at me, telling me to wipe myself off, and clean the floor pan of the cage. I did as best I could then used another rag, wet it and wiped myself off.

She said it was too bad I didn’t have more time, that it 4:00 when she came down, so it must be later. She said I needed days here, not hours but she was honoring her agreement this time and I was free to go.

I followed her upstairs. She said neighborhood kids are out in the street and I’d better dress at the back door, I’d find my clothes where I left them. I thanked her. She said I’d thank her later in different ways later. I picked up my toy bag and dressed quickly on the back steps. I made a quick dash to my car and left. It was 4:45 and I thought oh Gawd, I have to get home. I called you, Katrina, immediately. And yes, once on the interstate, plodding along in traffic I did frig off again. It came quickly as you may imagine.