I drove down, this time following her instructions to park in the street, walk up her driveway and enter at the back door. I got there about 10:45. At the back door, I removed the heels and dress and entered naked and knelt.
She said it was clear to her I needed what she gave me yesterday whether I would admit it to myself or not. Without waiting for an answer, she told me to go to the basement and kneel by the cage and wait. I did so, the cat following me down. It hopped up on top of the cage and looked at me like why aren’t you getting inside, bitch. She came down carrying the water bottle and the meat loaf pan, told me to attach the bottle to one corner of the cage and put the pan, my toilet, inside. I noticed the bottle was filled with amber colored liquid. Without saying a word, she cuffed my hands behind me, pushed me to my right side, got behind me and I felt her lube in asshole. She told me to relax; I did and felt her working a plug up me. I sighed. She ignored me and worked it slowly up me until I felt it seat. She slapped my ass which I interpreted as her way of saying, get inside. I struggled in. She locked the door and again placed the keys on the stack of boxes nearby. Before she went back up, she said the bottle was filled with a mixture of her piss, whiskey and water. I shuddered.
She went upstairs, turned off the light and shut the door.
I immediately noticed it was darker than yesterday. The little dirty window was blocked by something. For all intents and purposes the basement was 99% darkness. I shuddered. I sat there, wondering how I’d last and how I’d find the water bottle. My eyes gradually became accustomed to the darkness. I heard her footsteps on the floor above me for a while then nothing. I lay on my right side and sank into deep thoughts again. The cat stayed on top of the cage, purring constantly. Again I wanted to touch my cunt, rub my nipples, anything, but I couldn’t. I reflected on the conversations this morning with both my owners. I thought about the remarks of pleasing myself. Occasionally I’d feel touch the end of the plug with my cuffed hands.
I heard faint noises of plates rattling. I thought she must be in the kitchen fixing her lunch. That thought made me hungry; my cereal and strawberries seemed hours ago. Then there was silence, I lay there quietly absorbed in where I was and what I was doing.
The door opened and the light came on. I heard her coming down and I watched. She still had on the housecoat and walked over to the side of the cage. She motioned her finger at me to come closer; I struggled over, still lying on my left side. She opened her housecoat, moved her panties aside, thrust forward a little and pissed at me. It hit me initially on my tummy and she swayed her hips to point her spray at my tits and face. I opened my mouth and moaned. She dribbled down and wiped herself with a piece of toilet paper from the pocket of her housecoat. Then dropped it thru the top of the cage on top of me, turned and silently walked back up the stairs.
I was freaking. The light went out again and the door shut. She never said a word nor did I. At first I lay there stunned; I didn’t know what to think. I thought of the people who have pissed on me because they wanted to or it was a way to humiliate me. But this was different, I thought omg I am truly her toilet… she came down here to pee, not to see me nor use me, like her only purpose was to go to the bathroom. That got all over me mentally.
I heard her phone ringing; at least I assumed it was hers. I tried to listen but couldn’t hear anything. I gave up and adjusted my position to find the water bottle. I sucked on the end of the little tube, drawing her piss mixture into my mouth. I fathomed it was her way of having me think of her. In the confinement and darkness I became keenly aware of the plug. I wanted an orgasm, vigorously thrusting my hips back and forth but knew there was no way I’d achieve one. I stopped trying.
I don’t know how much time had passed; it’s funny what you think of. I’ve always been so dependent on time and being punctual. I began to realize I’d passed my dependency on time over to her as well. That, my owners, is a sobering thought for me.
Soon I had to piss. I shifted to my knees and got the pan between my legs and pissed. I wasn’t as efficient as yesterday; some hit the pan some went to the floor of the cage. I thought what the heck. I scooted to the drinking bottle and took long sips for her piss whiskey mixture.
She came down again. I watched her. I wanted to say something but didn’t. She pulled her house coat up and slide her panties aside, by now I knew the routine and I came closer to the side where she was. I rolled to my back and opened my mouth. She smiled and released her piss over me, then quietly went back upstairs leaving me alone and in darkness. Again, thoughts of being her toilet rolled through my mind.
She shuffled around upstairs while the pee cooled and left me again in a sticky smelly mess. I heard the phone ring again, then silence. I sank into a melancholy mood. I wanted to touch someone, anyone, even a kiss. I longed for human companionship. I wanted to kiss both of you so damn badly. I wondered if I could endure.
Then I heard voices above me; voices, laughter and footsteps. It went on for a while. I perked up my ears trying to distinguish what was being said. I listened but heard nothing more than a few words. I wondered if it was the same person as yesterday or someone different. The person stayed for quite a while. I sat there quietly thinking I’d pick up on something but I didn’t. Then there were footsteps, a door slamming and silence.
For a long time I heard nothing. I squirmed in the cage. The plug was irritating me but I couldn’t do much about it. From a kneeling position I rubbed my nipples back and forth against my thighs. I don’t know why, it felt good and it was a way to stay focused. Then I lay down on my right side which made things more comfortable.
The light came on and Mavis came down. She walked over to me raised her house coat and I knew what to do. I was on my knees bent way over so I knee walked closer to the edge of the cage where she was. When I looked up I saw her pussy, panties again pulled aside, then felt her piss stream hit me. I instinctively opened my mouth and caught some, the rest flooding over my upper body, trickling down over me.
The third time today! Her piss. I savored it, it was all I had, her piss cooling on me.
She withdrew a rubber dildo from her house coat, shed the garment then her panties and sat in the chair nude. She began working the head of the dildo against her pussy, slowly at first, then more forceful, and then slid it into her. I was on fire. I could only watch. She knew she was driving me crazy. She looked at me and said she bet I’d like to be doing this to her or having her do it to me. I blurted out oh Gawd yes please. She didn’t respond, kept doing the fucking motion while I strained at the cuffs and pressed my piss covered face against the cage. She used it until she brought herself to orgasm, then leaned toward me and stuck it through the cage and right into my mouth. I began to suck it, tasting her pussy and excited to have even this offering from her.
She told me she had an interesting visitor today. Someone she knows well. I listened and continued to suck. She never said any more about the visitor.
Mavis said it’s too bad I’m all locked up and can’t cumm. I moaned and wanted to beg her for contact with her. Finally she said hold it with my teeth and suck. I nodded; she released it and left the chair for a minute, disappearing from my view. She returned with a straw broom and sat down. Holding the broom midway on the handle with the broom part toward her, she thrust the end of the handle through the cage and against my cunt. I moaned. She slid the handle between my labia, not actually penetrating me but sawing between my labia causing enough friction in my slit and against my clit that I felt myself responding. She continued to move the handle between my labia as if I was riding it. I kept pumping my thighs up and down until I moaned. She asked me if I was able to have an orgasm. I moaned louder. She snorted at me and said I was a whore, that the broom gave her ideas. She said, go on whore, and spew your filthy juices on my old broom. I went berserk.
I ground down and she absolutely sensed my every movement … until I exploded.
Another first in my slut repertoire: fuck my a broom handle.
She pulled the dildo out of my mouth and let me breath deeply. She withdrew the broom and repositioned it against my lips. I licked at it then she pulled it out of my reach and set it on the floor.
The cat of all things came purring over and sniffed the handle, then started licking the area that was against my pussy. It licked and purred. Mavis watched it, I did too. She simply smirked and said remember a cat will lick the same spot beyond all human imagination.
She unlocked the cage told me it was close to 4 and Katrina had called. I thanked her, and then did my routine of cleaning the cage pan and dumping the piss out. I turned to her and knelt and thanked her. She said to get my ass out of here before she changed her mind.
I went upstairs, found my clothes on the steps and dressed. Kisses.
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