She was in the kitchen but didn’t acknowledge me. I went straight to the basement with my toy bag and knelt by the cage. I noticed the meat loaf pan was already in there but the water bottle was missing.
She yelled down that the cuffs were on a box and to cuff myself, hands behind me, get in the cage and shut the door, that she’d lock it when she came down. I immediately did it.
I waited quite some time. My thoughts were crazy. What was wrong with me. Why am I doing this. In a matter of days I've subjugated myself to this woman.
Since the light was on I noticed there was cardboard blocking the daylight over that small window.
She came down with the water bottle and slid it into the holder. Again it was filled with amber liquid. She bent down, checked the security of my cuffs then shut the cage door again and locked it. She pulled up a chair and stared at me. She told me this may be quite an ordeal for me today; was I prepared to endure eight hours in the cage? I said yes Ma'am but inside of me I wasn't so sure. She said eight hours is a long time; we’ll see how I do.
She stood, pulled her house coat open and pissed over me. She asked how my ass was from the plug yesterday, I told her it was sensitive but okay. She said she’d spare me the plug all day but I would wear one when she felt I needed it.
She went upstairs, turned off the light and shut the door. Her piss cooled on me and became sticky. I sat quietly in total darkness and settled into what I can only call a mantra of ‘I am a slave, I am here of my own free will.’ I processed that then focused on this was 4 days out of 5 I’d served her. I thought of other incidents, times when I’d gone to or been at a specific location for multiple days … Lisa’s last spring for 3-4 days in a row, Chanel’s for 2 days last summer, Alanna’s on two occasions for 2 and 3 days. Each time I was used by multiple people and humiliated in various ways but those times were so different than this.
With Mavis I voluntarily gave up my freedom to be confined, and knowing right now she is basically ignoring me except for being her toilet. I’m her toy in a way. Hers. I tried to get the pan under me and succeeded in getting most of my piss in it, though I really don’t know why, I was so covered with hers. I think I did it as something to occupy my mind.
Someone came over; I heard conversation, then silence.
I smelled something cooking which made my mouth water. I heard kitchen noises, plates clanking. Her phone rang. I sat in my darkness and didn’t bother trying to figure out what was happening. In a way I chalked that up as a victory for Mavis.
She came down again; this time with a bowl of something that smelled yummy. She didn’t say anything but unlocked the cage and set the bowl on the floor. She pointed to the bowl and said if I’m hungry I can eat it now but there may be consequences later. Did I want to eat? The smell was driving me wild. I wanted to know the consequence but since she hadn’t told me I was afraid to ask. I struggled out and knee walked to the bowl. The smell was marvelous and I lowered my face to the bowl. Eating this way is difficult but I didn’t complain. It was chicken and dumplings and lord was it good. I thanked her.
She sat in the chair stroking the cat which had perched in her lap.
When I finished, she bent over the chair, raised her skirt and said come get my desert, pointing to her ass. I knee walked over to her and wiggled my face in between her sumptuous ass cheeks and went straight for her rose. She lowered slightly so I could get at her more easily and I absolutely feasted on her ass. I was lost in heaven. After days of such limited physical contact with her, this was nirvana. She whispered that I was hungry for more than food wasn’t I; I muttered a yes into her ass and kept licking her. She rubbed herself and eventually brought herself off.
She opened the cage and told me to wiggle out. Then to stand and stretch. I was frustrated; I wanted more of her but I obeyed. I stood and did back bends, rolled my shoulders, stretched my legs, things like that. When she thought I’d done enough she checked the cuffs around my wrists, determined I was okay and then gestured to the cage.
I crawled back inside.
She locked the door and pissed over me again, wiped herself with toilet paper she had in her pocket and tossed it in my cage. She told me eventually I might be able to stay in the cage without my hands cuffed but she knew I’d play with my filthy cunt. She commented she hasn’t even begun orgasm training yet and right now this is the only way. She went back upstairs and turned off the light, closed the door.
I sucked on my water bottle letting the taste mingle with the acrid taste of her ass resonating in my mouth. I wasn’t complaining.
I heard her upstairs for a while then silence. I wondered about the consequences she mentioned. I didn’t dwell on it because there is no logical way for me to figure her out. With a tummy full of food I settled into as comfortable position as I could find, leaning against a corner of the cage. Her phone rang. Rain started to fall outside. It was peaceful and I actually dozed off.
The sound of noises upstairs woke me. I have absolutely no idea how long I dozed. I listened. I swore I heard a loud voice saying ‘hi Aunt Mavis’. I heard multiple footsteps above me and children’s voices and running footsteps like kids scampering around. I froze. My first thought was Daphne and her kids came for a visit or some other relative. Then I thought neighborhood kids maybe, the kind that would call an outwardly sweet woman like Mavis ‘aunt’ without really being related. Regardless, I was listening intently. I heard a child’s voice say ‘I want to go play in the basement.’ My heart skipped a beat. I clearly heard Mavis tell whoever no, not today. I heard the child insisting and Mavis saying in a very loud voice … because I have a mess down there and you can’t. I drew in a deep breath and shuddered. Footsteps went in a dozen different directions. I heard a toilet flushing and the gurgling sound of the waste water coming down pipes on the side wall of the basement. I just sat there praying she could maintain the kids in control. The commotion continued forever. Finally I heard voices yelling goodbye, a door shut and there was silence.
Mavis came down, again the cat following her. She had a smirk on her face and settled in the chair. My mouth was open and I wanted to say something but she read my mind and chuckled. She told me it was Daphne and her two girls. I sighed. She continued on ... that she knew they were coming over today and that’s why she wanted my car in the garage, not the street like yesterday. As a precaution, she’d brought my clothes in from the back steps and tucked them away in a drawer. I thanked her. I politely said may I ask a question. She told me I could ask and she’d answer if she felt like it. I asked if Daphne knew that I was here. She said no and she will not know nor will Vanessa or anybody in the family know about this week unless she feels it’s important.
She wanted to know about the cage I had at home, how I’ve used it, how long I’d stayed in it and such. I gave her straight answers, about you, Kammy, back in October of 2007 guiding me into the practice. I told her about the ice cups, etc. she wanted more detail; I gave her everything. She asked if I’d been in one this long in another person’s house. I said no. She seemed to like that. She said it’s unfortunate in a way I have to remain cuffed all day but she was serious about not wanting me to play with myself. She figured I’d be frigging off all day. I told her that was true, and I had a burning desire to frig off every day I’d been here. She said we’ll need another solution.
She asked me if I’d every worn a chastity device of any kind. I said no Maam. She wasn’t surprised since my cunt was a raging inferno but it might be advisable for me to have one. I sighed. For the near future being restrained was the only option. The downside of a chastity device she said was that she enjoys looking at my pussy.
She mentioned something about the cage training me mentally more so than physically. If I were to be here on a long term basis, other things might be added to replace the cage.
She didn’t say any more,, simply got up, lifted her skirt and had me open my mouth. She pissed on me, mostly on my face and hair. She muttered there were a couple hours more and she was enjoying our extended time together.
She went back upstairs and again I was alone. I had scary thought about the chastity belt conversation.
Mostly I thought about this being the third day in a row I’d been caged in her basement. Not just being caged but being isolated and darkness. I knew it was a way to cause me to think deeply about myself. I also reflected on the last two days of being used as her toilet. Most people would have thought this totally insane or gross. But within me, combining all that began to have a strange effect, especially when you’re naked, handcuffed and sitting in piss. It was a way to take a full accounting of myself. Mentally I put all the factors together … naked, cuffed, sticky mistress piss drying on me, her ass taste still in my mouth, sitting in piss, the piss smell, darkness, caged, isolated….I threw all the factors and began to categorize things.
She came back down, gave me a look and unlocked the cage. She said my duty was to make her cumm before I was freed. I crawled out and she positioned me on my back, hands cuffed under me. She raised her skirt and straddled my face, pressing her pussy against my face. She was facing my pussy. I began licking eating her. She told me to spread my legs apart and exposed my filthy cunt. I did it. She started beating my cunt with something, I yelled into her. I couldn’t see what she was using since her skirt covered my face. But I felt it hitting my cunt over and over. I kept yelling and eating her. Things became absolutely heated... me eating her like crazy and she beating the hell out of my cunt. It went on until she orgasmed. I felt her shuddering and then her fingers pinching my clit and still beating my pussy. I exploded.
We stayed like that for a moment and I could imagine the scene, a white woman’s upper body beneath a black woman’s body hidden by the skirt, and the white woman’s legs apart and being beaten. Somehow it was fitting.
She told me it was time to get cleaned up. She got off me uncuffed me and I thanked her for all she’d done. I cleaned the cage then went upstairs to her bath and showered completely, dried my hair put on a little make up. I dressed, I thanked her again for the week, told her I was committed next week but I hoped I’d see her some the following week. She smiled, told me to get my ass home.
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