June 27-28, 2009: The 27 Hour Weekend

Saturday When I got wind of hubby’s plans earlier in the morning for an overnight golf trip, I pinched myself and tried not to act too happy. I slipped into the lower level and called Mavis and she was as tickled as I was at the possibility. They left around 12:45. I called Mavis again told her I’d wait about 45 minutes to be sure they were gone and weren’t coming back because they forgot something. She encouraged me to play it safe; we would have ample time to ourselves. She has some plans over the weekend but things will fall into place. I got my toy bag and selected a set of fairly normal clothes, one of the minis I retrieved from Katrina, a tank top and sandals to wear home, figuring I might need something decent to return home in if he got back Sunday afternoon before I did. I was out the door around 1:30 and to her place by 1:55. I stripped in garage and entered her home naked with my toy bag. She was gleaming. I started to kneel in front of her but she slapped my face and asked for my keys and purse then told me to go to the basement with my toy bag, lay out the contents and kneel, she’d be down momentarily. I went down, restacked a couple of boxes so they formed a long flat surface and laid out everything on them, knelt and waited. I noticed the water bottle was strapped on one corner of the cage but couldn’t tell what was in it. She came down and asked me questions about a realistic estimate of time on Sunday. My best estimate was they’d be home around 5 or 6. She said we will not discuss it again. She directed me to my toys and had me put a clothespin on each nipple and three on each labia then stand facing her legs apart and hands clasped behind my head. The pins hurt like hell but I stood there posed exactly like she wanted. She wanted to go over her rules for the weekend; listen and accept them or dress and leave now. She said it would be rough on me, I’d spend tons of time down here in the basement and what time I wasn’t down here I’d be in my pen. I’d relinquish my orgasms to her will. I’d be dependant on her for what food and nourishment I needed. I would not be allowed to use a bathroom during the weekend. I would also experience what it means to be deprived of some basic daily routines such as a shower. She had a couple of social obligations and intended to keep them. The fact that I happened to be here naked won’t interfere with any of her plans. She was going down the street to neighbors for dinner that evening and she went to church and dinner on Sunday. She hoped I understood what I’m getting myself into but perhaps it was important to experience servitude beyond an extended afternoon. My response was I’m here because I want to be here and I need to be here. She seemed to like that answer but asked one more time did I fully agree to turn my life over to her for at least 24 hours. My heart was pounding and the pins were driving me crazy with pain but I said yes Maam. She asked would I sign a piece of paper saying that. I said yes Maam. She nodded and told me to stand still; she’d be right back. I watched her go upstairs and return with a spiral note book and a pen. She had me write that I voluntarily signed my life over to her for a minimum of 24 hours, sign and date it then hand it to her. She told me inside the garage is her recycle bin; go out there and get the old newspapers out of it and bring them down here. I was to perform that task with the pins on. I nodded and said yes Maam. She told me Maam was appropriate sometimes but she thought I should become accustomed to calling her Aunt Mavis particularly when other people were present. I went upstairs, out the back door and retrieved a weeks worth of newspapers out of the recycle bin, retraced my steps and put them in a spot in the basement where she wanted them. By then my nipples and labia were aching. She had me line my cage with layers of newspapers. I got down on all 4’s crawled inside the cage and did that. I felt like I was preparing a cage for a puppy or a bird. When I finished she had me stand and remove the pins. I winced every time I removed one. She cuffed my hands behind me, ran a rope around my waist and tied the cuffs to that rope, which she said was to prevent me from trying to slide my hands around to one side and touch my cunt. Then she had me get inside and she locked me in. she told me the water bottle was filled with a mixture of water and cheap vodka. She would visit me when she felt like it and I am now on her timetable. She stood by the cage raised her skirt and peed over me. When she finished she took the notebook, went upstairs, turned out the light and shut the door. I sat there for a while letting her pee dry on me. I sucked on the water bottle and indeed, it was cheap vodka. I also pissed then lay back against one side of the cage. I sat there listening to my heart pounding, sucked down more vodka water mixture and occasionally dozed off. I’d hear her rumbling around upstairs above me and drew the parallel she’s above me not only as a person but physically in her space as well. When she came back down she was naked. She unlocked my cage and told me to get out. I crawled out and knelt in front of her chair. She leaned forward and offered me her tits. She told me to ask if she could suck Aunt Mavis tits and I did. She said go ahead child suck. I sucked on her as if I was nursing from her which delighted her. She told me to go to her pussy and this was my dinner for now and make the most of it. She scooted her hips to the edge of the chair and I bent lower and worshipped her pussy. I licked, sucked munched and did so until she said here it comes, get it, whore. When I finished consuming every drop of her wetness, she pushed me back and leaned over the chair and offered me her ass which she referred to as my dessert. She held her cheeks apart and I went straight for her hole and repeated my licking and sucking. She told me to use my tongue to become familiar with every wrinkle and crease of her rose. I kept licking and probing. She pushed my face back, inserted a finger into her hole, wiggled it around then offered it to my lips. I sucked it and got the full essence of her acrid scent and taste. She knew it and smiled. She asked if it tasted a little strong and I nodded. She told me lets do something to wash it down. She mover her cunt over me, told me this is pee drinking and had me press my mouth around her pussy. She began dribbling. I drank. She kept releasing a little at a time and I kept drinking, swallowing. Finally she released a steady stream and I struggled to keep up but managed to drink most of it. She looked at my cunt and asked when the last time I came was and it was about 2 days ago. She merely said well, it’ll be a while longer. She picked up several leather bondage straps from my toy bag and buckled a long one around my upper body just below my tits which drew my upper arms tightly against each side of my back. Then she wrapped another one around my legs just above my knees and cinched it tight. She removed the rope around my waist and replaced it with a bondage strap also which cinched my wrists tightly against my spine. The cuffs were still on. Her comment was she wanted to make damn sure I could not touch my cunt or create any friction to cumm while she was having dinner. She helped me back to my knees and inside the cage then locked it. She went upstairs. I heard her showering and moving around in the area that is her bedroom. When she came back she was dressed in a long black cotton skirt and printed blouse and flats. She indicated she was leaving and would be 2 houses down the street, which in her opinion was close enough to keep an eye on me if something happened. Also she’d lock her house. She snickered and said she planned to have an enjoyable evening and hoped I’d do the same. I asked if I could one question. She nodded; I wanted to know about how long she’d be gone. She snorted and said as long as she wanted to and when she returned I’d certainly know. She said forget about time, she’s in charge of that, too; if she’s not in the house but on her block, she felt I should be safe. If she goes away, like to a movie, there’d be a babysitter which I’d pay for. That floored me. She left me in darkness caged and totally tied with the straps. At first it freaked me, being alone. I was scared and had to control my urge to scream. I started deep breathing and then drinking the vodka mixture from the bottle. I calmed down, lay there wondering what she was doing. For that matter I wondered what the rest of the world as doing. I have no idea when she left, nor when she came back. Mainly I lay there waiting and thinking of what I’ve become. When she returned, she brought leftovers from her dinner at the neighbors. She helped me out of the cage and unbuckled the strap around my knees. She set the Tupperware container on a low box and told me to eat. I needed no coaching; I was hungry. I recognized meat loaf, sweet potato casserole and a green bean casserole. It was fantastic and I devoured it. While I did she refilled the water bottle. She told me I’d go back in the cage exactly like I was and that’s how I’d spend the night. She wasn’t concerned about my comfort; if I’m sleepy I’ll find a way to sleep. She put me back in the cage, locked it and left me, again in darkness. Sunday morning Shortly after daybreak, the noise of her coming down stairs awakened me. I was absolutely sore and stiff. She unlocked the cage and I really needed lots of help getting out. I’d peed once during the night but needed to do so again desperately. She completely untied me. I could barely walk at first and I felt drugged and grungy but I managed to put down layers of newspapers on the basement floor. I squatted over them and pissed. When I finished peeing she asked if I needed to shit. I answered yes. She very nonchalantly said shit on the papers and look her in the eyes while did. It was humiliating as hell but I squatted again and shit. To wipe I used more newspaper. She directed me over to the old wash sink in the basement and handed me a toothbrush and toothpaste and an old rag. I was allowed to brush my teeth, wash my face then my ass. I was not allowed to clean up beyond that nor brush my hair. We went up to the kitchen. She allowed me coffee and a blueberry muffin. For good behavior she got me a second cup of coffee which I thought was very special. I thanked her. She stood by the kitchen sink and had me kneel in front of her. She opened the house coat and I kissed her pussy and began licking her. This time she didn’t cumm, just let me get her scent back in my mouth and on my face. She said her plan for the morning while she’s at church was for me to dig all the grass out of my pen. She thought the exercise would loosen me up from sleeping in the cage all night. However since it hadn’t rained in a week the ground was probably too hard to do that but I would still have to try. We went out into the back yard. She got a mattock and a flat shovel from the garage and told me to get busy; she was going to get ready for church. I started trying to dig the grass out but it was slow going. She came out in a few minutes all dressed up in her Sunday finest. She gave me a pair of gardening gloves and three bottles of water and said she’d be back after church. She knew it’d be hot, another day in the low 90’s, but she expected me to do what I could and not to dare frig off. I promised her I wouldn’t. I began digging the grass out. I didn’t have time to think; I just worked my ass off and sweated. The ground was hard as a brick but I got some grass scraped out. I drank all my water and peed twice. When I finished I just sat in the heat. I heard her returning. She unlocked the door to the pen and saw what I’d done. She didn’t comment except to say I looked like a wreck and to follow her inside. Gratefully I did. We went back to the basement. I crawled in my cage and she locked me inside. There wasn’t much will on my part to frig or touch myself. I was dirty, sweaty, nasty and tired. She raised her skirt, pissed on me and went upstairs. I fell asleep almost immediately. The basement door opened and I heard her coming down again. Then I heard another set of footsteps, this one clearly with the clomping of high heels. I heard a voice say “you keep her in a dark basement”, and then laughing. Then Mavis came into view followed by a well dressed taller black woman. My heart started racing. They approached me. The taller woman, also black and probably younger, stood there with arms folded across her breasts, looking at me as if I were a freak in a circus. I didn’t say a word. She asked Mavis where she found me. Mavis explained. The taller woman spoke to me, said for me to open my legs and show her my cunt. I did and I was shaking. The taller woman said yes, she’d consider using me. Mavis unlocked the cage and told me to get out. I backed out realizing I was sitting on the floor in front of two older black women who were finely dressed and I looked like some street creature out of the gutter. My hair was a mess and I knew I reeked of sweat, dirt and piss. Mavis introduced the other woman as Hannah, a friend from church who sang in the choir with her. Mavis told me to show Hannah what a slut I was and fuck my cunt, the way I did it for her last time. I spread my legs and exposed myself more and began rubbing my cunt, looking directly at her. Hannah stood there with her arms still folded across her breasts glaring down at me. She told me to play with my tits at the same time so I used my right hand to frig and fondled my tits and pulled my nipples with my left hand. I felt cheap and about as much like a slut as I’d ever felt. I knew there wasn’t a shred of dignity in my body. Hannah commented that I was cute, pathetic but cute and amusing. From somewhere in the back of my brain I whispered thank you. Hannah snapped at me did I want to please her, I said yes Maam. She told me to stop frigging and just sit there and let her look at my throbbing white trash cunt. Mavis said she was leaving and for me to remember my training. She went upstairs and I heard the front door shut behind her. I wasn’t sure what was going on. Hannah looked at me for a long time and told me to carefully remove her skirt and half slip. I removed her forest green skirt and the white half slip. She removed her matching jacket and blouse. She was in her bra and full panties. I could tell her body was firmer than Mavis and her breasts fuller. Hannah told me to lower her panties. Trembling, I did so and looked into her full bush pussy. She chided me that she never fucked a dirty whore in a basement but she’d make an exception. She removed her white bra and I got a full view of her huge saggy breasts. The aureoles were enormous, about the diameter of a tea cup. She still had on silver colored high heels which were such an intriguing contrast to the dark cocoa of her skin. Her blunt cut hair was streaked with tinges of gray. Somehow it gave her a touch of aristocracy. She moved her feet apart slightly and told me to get my dirty face in there; Mavis had raved about me and she wanted to see if it was true. I started licking; she was musky but extremely perfumed. It drove me wild and I licked her more. She asked if I knew why she was here. I said no Maam. She said Mavis was going over to Daphne’s to have Sunday dinner with her family and she was my baby sitter. I groaned. I began paying attention to her inner pinkness and clit. She said, oh that nice, keep going in there deeper. I ate her as if she were Mavis. I wanted her cumm. I whispered that to her. She hissed back at me to keep doing what I’m doing and I’d get it. I tried to touch her in the right ways. She was slow to build up but I was patient. She moaned and rocked off wave after wave. She moved behind the chair and rested her forearms on the back of the chair, pouching her ass back. I knew what that meant. I separated her ass cheeks, shapely but not all that firm. Her hole was hairy as well but I went for it like the whore within me. She hissed that no woman had ever touched her there before. I licked and sucked and even tried to tongue fuck her but her ring was so tight. She told me to touch her pussy again and I rubbed her while I licked her ass. She had another cumm. She worked her way around and sat in the chair. I looked at her aureoles and was mesmerized by them, the largest I think I’ve seen. She told me I could suck them and I wasted no time getting my mouth around each of them in turn. She pushed me away and caught her breath indicating that was enough for now. She told me to get back in the floor, that Mavis said I’m allowed to cumm if I want to and truthfully she wanted to watch me frig myself. I spread my legs again and began frigging. She didn’t say anything but leaned forward and watched me as if she’d never seen someone frig off. I kept going until I was close and asked if I could, she said yes. I exploded with two days worth of pent up emotion. She told me Mavis said I was to be handcuffed and caged. I nodded and showed her where Mavis had put the cuffs. When she snapped them on me I crawled back in the cage and she locked the door. She said she’d be upstairs watching TV. She dressed and went up, closed the door but didn’t turn off the light. I lay back and thought about the oddity of having a babysitter and wondered what Mavis had told her and how it was approached. I drifted off into a nap. I heard Mavis return and have a conversation with Hannah. I heard the front door shut then Mavis came down alone. She said I pleased my babysitter and talked about Hannah briefly … she’s 52, widowed, 2 kids not living in this area, sings with her in church choir and is a great friend. Last week she’d mentioned in passing she had a new hobby and hinted about training a white woman. Hannah asked all the right questions and was extremely curious. When Mavis knew I coming for the weekend she mentioned me and Hannah was interested in finding out what I was about. Mavis undressed again and let me out of the cage. I wanted to ask how Sunday dinner at Daphne’s was but didn’t. Besides Mavis had opened her legs and I buried my face into her pussy. She savored it as much as she could and squeezed off a small cumm. Mavis indicated it was about 4:30 and I had permission to clean up the basement, myself in the sink and leave. I did the routine and washed myself superficially with the rag in the old laundry sink and some liquid detergent. She asked if I felt differently after a day verses an afternoon. Obviously, I did. She said we have a lot of ground to cover and that includes a reintroduction to Jasmine quite soon. She reminded me I’d signed a paper saying she had rights to me for 24 hours and there was no expiration date on the paper. I understood. I left there about 5:15 and drove home, wrote you both a note.

June 23, 2009: The Fence and The Cage

I arrived at Mavis about 1040. As I pulled into her driveway I immediately saw the new stockade fence across the space from the garage to the house. I stripped nude in the garage, taking off the mini and tank top and Rhonda’s panties. I wadded the panties up in my hand and stepped out into the sunlight. She was waiting by the back door for me to enter. She asked for my purse and my car keys. This was different; she never did that before. I waited while she disappeared elsewhere in the house and returned without them. She asked what was in my hand. I said the panties of a teen named Rhonda. She asked if I was deliberately trying to provoke her and I said no Ma'am, that Jody had instructed me to wear them down here today. She gave me a scowl and said even though you know it violated my rules. I said yes Maam; I explained that to Jody but she gave me a direct order. 

Mavis sneered that I was damned if I did and damned if I didn’t. I said yes Maam something like that. She asked if I told you what happened to the last ones, I said yes Maam. She asked if Jody was trying to be sure I would be punished. My reply was the intentions weren’t discussed with me but that’s probably close. She slapped me and said I need to make it perfectly clear that she is quite capable of doing her own punishment. She told me there were other things on her mind today and throw them in the kitchen wastebasket, and I did. 

 She pulled several pieces of thick hemp rope out of her house coat pocket, told me to cross my wrists behind me and tied my hands behind me none too gently. The rope was scratchy and tight. She tied another rope around my waist, knotted it at my spine and pulled both ends through my anal slit, drew it tightly through my cunt and looped it over the rope around my waist above my cunt but left two ends, about 4-5 feet long. I groaned. She told me to shut up and slapped me across the mouth. 

She took the two long ends, twisted them and said we’re going for a little walk. She tugged me toward the back door. The sensation in my cunt was fierce. We went down the three steps to the small patio. I was trembling and already aching from the crotch rope. She said we’re going to take a tour around the back yard so she could show me the new fence. She tugged me, leading my by the crotch rope and a gasped. She said what’s so bad, all she was doing was leading me around by my pussy and since my pussy controlled me this shouldn’t be a new experience. 

I winced thinking this woman knows me like a well-read book. She led me off to the right, behind the house, away from the garage, under the huge maple tree to the far corner of her house where the fence butted against the house. We went to the corner of the fence then walked down the fence on that side of the yard, out from under the shade of the maple tree and into the sunlight. She kept the tension on the rope lead tight, irritating my cunt immensely. She muttered … notice the fence, stockade, spiked at the top, 6 ½ feet high… see how private the yard is. I nodded. When she reached the corner she turned, lead me along the back of the yard, past her flower garden, to the other corner. Then turned left along that side of the yard toward the garage. 

When we reached the back of the garage, she said notice this, it’s for me. Behind the garage she had the fence people enclose a small space the width of the back side of her garage which I’d estimate to be about 12 feet long. The enclosure came out about 5 feet and had a gate. Again all of this was constructed out of the 6 ft high stockade fencing material, she open a narrow gate and led me inside the small 12 x 5 ft enclosure. She said this will be my outdoor pen and when she felt I needed some fresh air and sunshine I’d be confined here. My mouth fell open. I didn’t know what to say. I looked around at the enclosure and listened as she pointed to several eyebolt screws into the back of the garage and several places in the fence, plus she had a lock installed on the gate. She tugged me out of the enclosure, up the side of the garage and showed me the 15 feet of stockade fencing and gate when I’d passed on my way from the side door of the garage to her back door. She smiled and said pretty neat, huh? I couldn’t disagree with her. The entire back yard, small as it was, was now well screened away from any prying eyes of the neighbors, far more private than the old basket weave fence she’d taken down. She tugged me again back toward my pen. My cunt was aching and felt raw. I winced with every step. 

Once inside the enclosure, she tied the ropes she’d been leading me with to an eyebolt screw about head height on the outside of the garage. I was standing facing the garage. She slipped out of the enclosure, I looked over my left shoulder and saw her shut the gate and lock it. Her movements beyond that were invisible to me. I stood there in the hot sun. Sweat began forming on my body. I was weak in the knees but there was no way I could reach a kneeling position. I had enough slack in the rope from my cunt to the bolt to turn a step or two but I kept the tension on the rope as slack as I could to avoid further irritation to my cunt. 

 I stood there marveling at the craftiness of this older woman. I couldn’t get that out of my head and thought how matronly she seems but inside her brain is this sinister, demanding attitude. I watched sweat bead on my skin and run down my body. I tried to wiggle my wrists but that only irritated them more and I didn’t need rope burns to explain to anyone. I stood, thought, sweated and waited. My body became rivers of sweat, forming, running down me then dripping to the grass. I knew it was supposed to be around 90 degrees today and I felt every degree of it. I gave in and pissed, too. 

 Finally she returned and unlocked the gate. She pressed a bottle of water to my lips and I drank profusely, thanking her. She didn’t crack a smile and asked me if now I might appreciate some extended time caged in the coolness of her basement. I said yes Maam, anything. She said I’d been out in my pen about 45 minutes and it was now around noon. To me it felt substantially longer. She asked me how long I had today and to be honest. I said as long as you want me. She said think hard, child, could I stay until 7 or 8:00? I nodded. She nodded and untied my cunt rope and hands and told me to kneel on the grass. I did. She raised her housecoat and showed me her naked pussy. I began licking her and sensed I was sucking the woman who was my destiny if she wasn’t already. She did not cumm but let me suck until she told me to lie on the grass. I did and she thrust her hips forward and dribbled piss over my body. 

She told me to get up and follow her into the house. Inside she gave me a ham sandwich and told me to eat it, that I’d need my strength. I washed it down with a glass of iced tea. When I’d finished she directed me downstairs and told me she figured I would be glad for the cage. The basement was cool and actually refreshing. She cuffed my hands behind me which has become standard procedure for her. I crawled in the cage; she locked the door and went back upstairs. I was exhausted from the heat and curled on my side. I actually dozed off. The noise of her coming down stairs awakened me. She positioned her chair close to the cage and wanted to talk. She began by saying she’d seen Jasmine a few times and found her a delightful but misguided girl. She would continue to see her and when the time was right, Jasmine would be over here with us. I asked her when and she replied when the time is right. I didn’t know if that was the next hour, the next week or the next month but I certainly didn’t press it.

 She wanted to know how I felt about her and these sessions we’d been having for the past three weeks. I told her she was getting to me, that I felt I understood things more although I never envisioned seeing someone like her as much as I was and being her slave. She told me slave is a status she’s working toward and I’m well on my way to slavery and eventually she would probably own me. She said what I envisioned was secondary and didn’t really matter because from what she understood, my current owners were supportive of her efforts. I told her that was true. She said Joan in all likelihood would be able to assist her with some things and probably Katrina would be over here to watch how my training was progressing. 

 Then she asked one of those off the wall questions she’s so famous for; namely, had I stopped to think today that I was in the middle of the black community, stark naked, no clothes accessible, didn’t even know where she’d hidden my car keys or purse, locked in a cage and for the most part was just an item stuffed away in her cellar. She asked if I’d thought what power I’d given her or what power she had over me. She said I am a nothing, nothing more that that stack of old boxes over there. That hit me hard. And although I’m aware of where I am I hadn’t thought of it in that perspective. She rambled on saying I had no escape, none. Even if I did escape how far did I think a naked white woman would get running through a black community? She scoffed and said I’d probably be raped a dozen times before I got 5 blocks away. I shivered. She said so really my existence is in her hands and I should be indebted to her for caring about me. I thanked her. She said so you can’t run away can you. I chose to be here and whether or not I’ll admit it, I am choosing to stay, that I didn’t have to tell her I had extended time today but I did. 

Then she said do you see what’s happening here? That I’m becoming more committed every time I come and my life is becoming nakedness, pissing, fucking and humiliation. She wished there was a way I could come down here naked but she didn’t want me to get arrested. She unlocked the cage and told me to crawl out. S

he said we’re going to do some training. She said she’d pissed over me week after week and I’d come to accept it. She said piss all over my body symbolizes my acceptance as her toilet and how inferior I am. Now we’re going to try something different; that I was going to learn to drink her piss. She said if I was committed to her, offering her my mouth was a way of showing devotion. If I gave her my mouth as her toilet, then I’d give her anything I had. She didn’t ask me if I was ready to do this, but she snapped her fingers and had me kneel in front of her chair. She stood, removed the house coat and was naked underneath. Her body is truly beginning to grow on me. She told me that before I take her piss, she wanted me to worship her pussy and make her cumm. I began eating, licking, sucking at her … doing anything I could think of with my mouth. She said ... I own your mouth don’t I? I nodded and kept on until she began to moan and I knew she was cumming. I licked until she pushed me away. She quickly told me to open my mouth. I did. She said she was going to slowly dribble piss into it and I should not spill a drop. I was trembling, somehow this was different, more structured, more degrading. 

In my mind I thought that by opening my mouth under her pussy I’m giving consent to her using my mouth as a receptacle, acknowledging her superiority in some different way. She began releasing little dribbles, slowly deliberately into my mouth I started drinking, swallowing holding my mouth open. She’d shoot some more, then more. I’d drink and swallow. She told me were going to keep on until she’s empty. I did a soft nod and held my mouth open. She spurted a stronger stream into me and I gulped. I thought I’ve gone to the end of sanity now. I’m lost. She kept spurting and I kept drinking. A little toward the end dripped on my chin because I wasn’t swallowing fast enough, but that was my fault. Nevertheless she was satisfied. 

 When she finished she said that was a good beginning and we’ll keep practicing. Then nonchalantly, she told me to get back in the cage, I’d have a few hours by myself in isolation to think. To keep me off balance mentally she tied a blindfold around my eyes tightly and helped me back in the cage. I heard the lock, then her footsteps on the stairs and then the door shut. I though my Gawd what did I just do? I began to think what that symbolized. I had a feeling of being lost. My conclusions were all muddled. I’d been pissed on probably 100 times in the past but never quite like that. It really wasn’t being pissed on; it was more like toilet service if that makes any sense. I could hear her puttering around upstairs, and of all things singing church hymns. I know she sings in the choir at her church and her voice is quite melodic. I listened, peed and lay there. Somehow I felt secure and that was a strange feeling. I reflected how my life is becoming more twisted, more perverse. 

I thought back to nearly two years ago when I began to relinquish control of my life to Jody and the year and two months with Katrina. Inside this cage I sensed my future rushing at me. Eventually I dozed off. 

 She came down again and that brought me back to the present moment. I couldn’t see her but I knew she was there and I felt her eyes on me. I heard her moving around and felt her piss. When she finished I thanked her. She opened the cage and helped me out, then removed my cuffs and the blindfold. She was naked again. I rubbed my wrists, stretched my shoulders and my eyes followed her back to the chair as she sat. She told me to lie back, spread my legs and display my cunt to her. I moved to my back, drew my knees up and kept my legs wide. She said that’s perfect, now masturbate for her. I moved a hand to my cunt and began rubbing. I closed my eyes but she said keep them opened and focused on her. I nodded. That simple correction made me feel so much more humiliated, objectified.

 The thoughts that roiled through my brain were … toy, object, whore. As I frigged she told me I’d need to get used to doing this on command and in front of people. I shuddered but kept frigging. When I reached the point of climax I told her but she denied me permission saying she would control my cumms. I kept slowly rubbing myself until she gave me permission to insert three fingers in me and fuck myself to a cumm. She called me names, reminding me how lewd I was and I exploded. When I’d ebbed and licked my fingers, she told me to clean the cage and wash up in the old basement laundry sink. She went upstairs and left me to clean up. 

When I came up, she was sitting there with my purse and keys. I thanked her. She said in conversation with Katrina yesterday she was aware that Katrina was out of town and I would be unavailable the rest of the week, I confirmed my situation. She expects me the following week and she indicated it might be appropriate for her to visit me at my home to see what my surroundings are and what I may be giving up. I chilled. I asked her what day she’d like to come out and she indicated it would depend on what day Joan could drive her out; she doesn’t like to drive that far. I told her regardless of when it was, I’d make her my priority. I thanked her for the day, for her time and for her guidance then slipped out across the yard to the garage. I dressed and backed out of her short driveway. She was sitting on the front porch smiling. The clock in the car indicated it was 7:30. I shook my head thinking I’d been with her almost nine hours.

June 22 2009: Katrina

Wearing the gauzy natural cotton dress, I stopped at a small deli where I’d preordered lunch. In bright sunlight walking across the parking lot I knew anyone who paid close attention could totally see through me and realize I didn’t have on a bra or panties. Somehow I thought … it never ends. I’m always challenged to push myself to the edge of slut status. Inside I asked for my order and sheepishly avoided the man’s wandering eyes. As I walked out the door I heard him say to someone, hey watch this … I knew their eyes were glued on me all the way back to my car.

When I got to Katrina’s around 11:45, I stripped and knelt in front of her. She pushed me to the floor, pulled her panties off and roughly straddled my face. I began eating her and she rode me, sliding her pussy on me from nose to chin, finally settling over my mouth and letting lick her cumm. She rolled off me, finished undressing and put on her strappy. I got on all fours, crawled over and she fucked my mouth. She hissed at me to suck it and called me everything she could think of. Finally she had me turn so my ass was pointed at her and she got on her knees and pulled my hips back on the dildo and slammed it into my cunt. She did more name calling and rattled off a long list of people I’ve fucked this month and reminded me why I was being punished. She said there’s no way its going to stop at the end of June. After she gave me permission to cumm she fucked my ass and said a whore like me could never be fucked enough. It was only a matter of time until I would be living like an animal in a cage deprived of any clothes and the property of a black woman and people would probably come by just to laugh at me. To prove her point she removed the dildo from my ass, grabbed my hair and rammed the stinky thing back in my mouth. She spit at me and said only a total whore would do that.

I lay there getting my breath and she pointed to the door to her enclosed patio and said to get out there, she had to pee. I crawled out on the patio, lay down and instinctively opened my mouth. She laughed about how well trained I was and pissed on me.

I cleaned off with the hose and we went inside for lunch. We shared wine and salads. I asked about clothes during the time I would have out of town guests. She thought for a minute and said she’d allow me to select some clothing from the bags she’s storing in her basement. We carried our wine downstairs and rummaged through the bags and selected 4 bra and panty sets, 3 skirts and 3 tops I can mix and match. That will get me through the five-day period from the 24th to the 28th. Then she said something strange … namely how badly did I want these clothes. I sheepishly said I really need something, she agreed but said there are conditions; I will pay for the extreme privilege of wearing normal clothes, did I agree? I said yes.

Then she said we’re going to play a new game that should be interesting to a masochistic slave like me. She selected a whip off the wall in the playroom portion of her basement, a short braided leather whip about 3 feet long and handed it to me. She said beat myself and do it as hard as if she were doing it. I looked totally dumbfounded. She said she was serious and wanted me to practice providing amusement to her and others in the near future. First she told me to do 20 hits on my back, 20 on each ass cheek, alternating from one to the other, 20 on each tits also alternating from one to the other and to conclude, 20 on my cunt. That would be a total of 120 hits. If I didn’t hit myself as hard as she thought I should be, she’d take the whip and finish the job but extra strokes would be added to each area. I stood there amazed and thought this is about the most diabolical thing I’ve encountered. She let me sip some wine and told me to begin.

I started with the 20 on my back. She had to tell me after the 7th one to hit harder. I responded and flailed the heck out of myself. She began playing with herself, sipping wine and telling me I was amusing her. When I got to the ones on my ass I turned with my ass to her and pouched it back and really whipped hard. At one point she let out a moan and said … oh I’m cumming; keep going. That excited me; I fed off her emotion and beat my ass harder. She hissed that was good at this. I turned to her and started whipping my tits. I winced several times as I’d hit a nipple and nearly doubled over in pain. She was turned on and slowly fingered herself again. She began chiding me if I did good I’d get a mouth full of her nectar, I went wild and flogged my tits back and forth. I started on my cunt she urged me to beat it harder, I responded, slow well spaced but hard hits at my cunt. She had another orgasm and told me to add five more because she was so turned on. My body was stinging and my mind was in some weird place but I did it.

When I finished she opened her legs and said get my tongue down here immediately. I dropped to my knees and sucked her again. While I did she ran her hands over my back and felt the heat rising. She fondled my tits and I did hers, but kept my face embedded in her pussy and brought her off. It was fucking unbelievable.

She ebbed; we kissed and finished the wine. She dribbled some pee in my glass and I drank it.

We concluded at that point. She had a few errands to run and things to pack. I dressed in the dress I wore down there and tucked the outfits in a shopping bag. We kissed and I promised her I’d not be a problem to anyone. I’m to keep her informed by email of my activities.

June 18, 2009: Maids

Kim and her crew (Tabitha, Danielle) arrived around 3:10, over an hour later than expected. I met them at the door naked and they immediately noticed the myriad of red marks all over my body from the whipping I received courtesy of Joan while I was at Mavis’s yesterday. That required an explanation.

I told them today to just do the upper two levels, not the lower level. I thought that might shorten the time they would be here and help get them out by 5:00. She appreciated that.

Tabitha and Danielle began cleaning the upstairs and Kim took me aside and told me I looked haggard. I nodded and told her it’d been a rough month for me, that I had an error in judgment in late May and was paying the price by being punished and used repeatedly on an almost daily basis. The red marks on me were a sample of things that had happened. I then told her that’s not her problem, its mine and I am available and expected to serve them; otherwise more punishment would probably be levied on me.

She thought for a brief moment then said I did her a favor recently by going down to babysit her girls at a moments notice, she’d do me one and let me off the hook today about serving. I shook my head and said … thanks for the consideration but, no ... do to me as you wish. She asked was I sure; I said yes. She said we’ll work out a compromise, get my toy bag and come down to the lower level where she’ll be waiting. When I got down there with my bag she was standing in the bathroom naked. She took rope out of my bag and tied my wrists behind me then roped my elbows together tightly. She slapped my face and said, Gawd, do I love you like this. I was breathing heavily and nodding. She saw the effect and began twisting my nipples.

She bent over the vanity and stuck her ass back at me and said eat me you masochistic bitch. I got on my knees and she pulled her ass cheeks apart. I went straight for her hole and began licking, savoring the taste of her skinny hipped ass which I love. I lubricated her rose with my saliva and sucked. She played with herself while I sucked and when she was close; she turned her pussy to my face, grabbed my hair and pulled my face into her pussy. I began flicking her with my tongue and she came. I suckled on her nectar until she released her pee into my face. She caught her breath and said I was such a whore. I nodded. She dressed, told me to stay as I was and went upstairs.

A few minutes later Danielle came down. She didn’t say much but undressed and leaned against the vanity with her legs apart. I moved my mouth against her pussy and began sucking, nibbling, licking … anything I could to bring her off. She seemed to be holding back until she hissed at me and said this one will be good, she could feel it building. I sucked harder until she pushed my face back and fingered her pussy a few times, arched her hips at me and squirted directly into my face, groaning as she did so. She slammed my face back into her pussy and released one orgasm after another. I was soaked and in some state of funk. Her squirting gets to me. She leaned forward dangling her tits down at me forcing one tit then the other into my mouth, letting me have significant time sucking each one. She chided me for having such a messy fuck face and said we might as well mess it up some more. She turned her ass to me and I wiggled my face in between her cheeks struggling to reach her hole. Finally she pulled her cheeks apart giving me full access. I rimmed her repeatedly until I had savored her scent. She pushed me to the slick floor now covered with piss and squirt and face sat me letting her ass still press against my mouth. Then she began grinding me using my face, nose to chin as her toy and kept rocking on me until she found another orgasm. She sat there getting her composure and I lay there under her fully engulfed with her slit and breathing in her scent. Finally she got off, stared down at me and dressed.

Tabitha came down shortly. I had wiggled so I was propped up against the side of the tub. She took one look at me and laughed. I coyly said what’s so funny; she said … you. She remembered when they first started months ago how uncertain she was about using me and how I’d encouraged her to do whatever she wanted. I nodded; I also remembered that Tabitha the youngest of the three, 21, had been initially shy but interested in learning. She undressed as she talked and when she was naked, she asked if I remembered I was the first woman she’d done. I did. She helped me to my knees, sat on the commode seat and put her legs over my shoulders. I began licking. She murmured that she liked sex with me because I was such a whore and it felt natural to have me between her legs and she liked it that I was tied up and couldn’t refuse. That feeling of power always turned her on. I whispered back it was my duty to please her. I kept licking her until she tightened against me and squeezed off a cumm. She released her piss and added to the mess on me and the floor. She actually thanked me for showing her a different side of sexuality then dressed and went upstairs.

I settled back on my butt for a few minutes until the three of them came down. Kim said they’d finished and would do me a final favor of cleaning the pee off the bathroom floor. I thanked them. Kim untied me and the other two mopped the floor and tidied the bathroom. We went upstairs. I paid them and thanked them. Kim asked me again if I was okay and I said yes, that I felt better having extending myself to serve them. I also told her if she ever needed a sitter again I’d make myself available. She promised to take me up on that.


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June 16, 2009: Proper Thanks to the Niece

Joan and I met for a 12:30 lunch at a small bistro café, one of those places where soft chairs and sofas and low tables replace the more conventional seating arrangements. I wore the black halter top mini dress and heels and Alison’s red panties.

The first thing I did was to thank her for intervening last week in Daphne’s garage. I specifically mentioned I was in her debt for preventing a potentially unfortunate situation. She said it’s over, faded into history and our focus should be on where we are now. Over wine and chicken Caesar’s she softly probed me on my past experiences. Her questions were warm, genuine and not designed to make me feel humiliated or embarrassed. I felt entirely comfortable divulging the past 18-24 months of my existence and how I slipped into becoming controlled first by Kammy and more recently the joint relationship with both Tisha and Kammy.

Joan shared details of her life from her late childhood dreams of becoming a model to her successes in that field. After two years at a junior college and a less than successful attempt in New York to break into modeling, she tried Las Vegas and slipped into several venues as a showgirl and a dancer. That’s where someone “discovered” her and the modeling career began to flourish. Along the way there was a brief marriage which failed. That’s when she began taking karate lessons to build her self confidence. Its something she’s continued to practice and her skill was entirely evident, a topic I’ll let stand based on her demonstrated skill from last week. She eventually ended up in DC and lived there for nearly 20 years before returned to this area. She’s the daughter of Mavis oldest sister. Her preference for women as partners developed in DC. She still travels to assignments obviously focusing on assignments that call for more mature women.

After lunch I followed her over to her downtown loft. Its one massive high ceiling space separated into rooms by walls that don’t reach the ceiling. Her décor is contemporary. We opened another bottle of wine and she suggested I undress. Without hesitation and knowing she’d already seen me at my absolute slutty best (or worst) I shed the dress which brought soft laughter at Alison’s red panties with white and blue balloons. I had to add a little detail about how they came into my possession which brought more soft laughter from her. I slipped them off and she said I looked better without them. I blushed.

She stood and suggested I undress her. She wanted it done slowly and I unbuttoned her bolero style jacket, removed her cream camisole and then her bra. She indicated for me to enjoy what I’d uncovered and I slowly fondled her breasts gently lofting and sucking the nipples. I moved down to her skirt, slipped that off and caressed her legs then delicately lowered her panties. My attention to her trimmed pussy was limited to a few lingering kisses and I kneaded her buttocks until she sat down. She held out one foot and I removed her t-strap peep toe heels. When I saw the Manolo Blank label I knew there was nothing shabby about this woman. She giggled and said they’re on sale everywhere. I smiled back and began sucking her toes. She let that linger, offered the other foot. I removed the shoe and repeated my attention to that foot as well.

She asked if I was proficient at giving massages. I hesitated and told her I’d do my best and let her decide my proficiency. She found that fair and we went into a space with an elliptical machine and a portable massage table. She lay on her tummy and I began. She suggested using one of her scented massage lotions and I responded accordingly. I worked from her shoulders and arms down to her hips and legs and eventually to her feet and toes. She gave me pointers and I thanked her. She rolled over and I began on her neck working down to her hips and legs. She lay there, eyes closed and said now is an appropriate moment to pay attention to her pussy. I oiled my breasts and dragged them over her pussy then began a rhythmic stroking of her pussy which she wanted to continue. She said she’d tell me when to use my mouth. Again I responded as best I could to her requests and when she gave me permission began using my tongue on her. My motions were soft and feathery giving her the extensive build up she seemed to favor at the moment. She whispered to focus on her clit and I put everything into it I possibly could, trying to understand her preferences. She closed her eyes and told me to go for it and I drove my tongue into her. She lifted her hips to meet my tongue and I worked a finger to her rose. That combination brought her to an explosive orgasm. When she ebbed she told me to bring her more wine. She took a few sips and grabbed me, pulled my lips to hers and we kissed until she sank back on the table uttering a low ... oh yes baby.

She rested a few minutes then got off the table. I followed her to the commode where she peed. When she stood, she had me clean her with my tongue.

She told me to follow her again, this time to a fairly large vacant space in the loft. She spread a large cloth across the polished wood floor and told me to lie down, legs apart, and hands at my side. She set out probably close to a dozen red candles around my body, lit them then drew the drapes in that area of the loft. The room was semi dark. She placed a folded towel across my eyes. I sensed her moving around me. I felt the first drops of wax hit my abdomen and I flinched. It wasn’t stinging hot but the effect and the anticipation that it could get more pronounced was there. She moved to my breasts and began dripping wax, I shivered. She told me to relax and lie perfectly still. She continued coating my tits and moved to my pussy dripped a few splatters and told me to spreads as wide as I could. After I did, there was a pause then a series of splatters against my cunt and I moaned. She kept on, dripping a volley of wax, letting it cool and repeating the process until I felt like my cunt was sealed shut.

I felt her over my head straddling me. The next thing I sensed was her pussy right over my face, I inhaled her nectar and she dropped to her knees smothering my face. I began licking. Feeling the tautness of her cunt, licking at her moisture and felt her shudder and cumm again. She got up, the towel was still across my eyes and I felt her pulling the wax off my cunt then poking me with her toe. I moaned and she kept driving her toes against me. She told me this was my moment, to let go when I was ready. She kept jamming her toes into me, wiggling them, driving me delirious. I felt my whole being centered in my pussy and let go. She hissed at me … again. She jammed her toes at me until I rocked off another one. She moved away and told me to pull the towel off my eyes. When I did she was sitting in a lounge chair several feet away. She told me to crawl over here and clean her toes. I crawled over and licked at her toes until she was satisfied.

She pulled her legs back and told me to kiss her hole. I was almost too greedy and she slowed me down. I slowly licked her until she told me to insert a finger in her pussy. I licked and frigged her until she had another cumm.

I sat back and took a deep breath. She told me things won’t always be this mild but she wanted to see if I could follow directions and pleasure her in a less whorish way that I did last week. I told her I’d obey her and she said that was evident.

By then it was about 4:45. We both dressed and I thanked her. She said we’d see each other again but had no specific date in mind. I told her all she had to do was call me. She laughed and said this was much more civilized way to use me that a sweltering garage. She urged me to continue my association with her aunt, that from what she could gather it would be extremely beneficial for me and also for Mavis. I assured her I would. We kissed and I left.

June 17, 2009: The Aunt and Her Niece

I left here dressed in Molly's pink thong panties and my raincoat, essential for such a rainy day. When I arrived at Mavis’s around 11:00, I parked in her garage and dashed to the house. She was standing just inside the back door. When I removed the raincoat, the pink panties, obviously 2 sizes too small, caught her eye. She told me to come inside with the panties on. As soon as I did she asked me whose they were. I said Molly. She slapped me told me to take them off. I did. She cut them up into tiny pieces and said don’t ever come to her place in panties again, ever. She slapped me again. She called me a despicable woman and I couldn’t agree more.

She sent me downstairs. She followed, cuffed my hands behind me and sat in her green chair then told me to come clean on Molly. I told her the entire day and I could tell she was infuriated. She went back upstairs leaving me with instructions not to move. When she came back she had a handful of thick rubber bands, mostly the kind you’d find wrapped around bunches of broccoli or asparagus at the grocery. She began cupping my right tit and worked one up to the base of that tit. She did several then moved to my left tit and did the same. She sat down and within minutes my tits were standing out like two small mounds of purple ice cream.

She started lecturing me about her feelings regarding the Molly types. She went on and on. I wasn’t even allowed to say “yes Maam.” When she finished lecturing, she went back upstairs and returned with a leather belt. She stood quietly in front of me and began flailing away at my tummy, thighs and cunt. She aimed multiple blows at my purple swollen tits but they were mercifully less forceful. She moved behind me and flailed my upper back, butt and thighs. I was stinging from her blows, yelling and dancing back and forth. She said I was lucky the arthritis in her shoulder was acting up today otherwise she’d beat me harder, but to me, it was plenty hard. She did not break the skin but left faint red marks everywhere she hit me. She said I was the worst piece of white trash she ever knew. She took rubber bands off and had me crawl into the cage head first, tied my ankles together and then shoved them inside the cage and locked it. She went upstairs mumbling to herself, turned off the light and left me alone. I was too tired to think.

I was lying curled on my right side, knees bent toward my tits, hands cuffed and ankles still tied. There wasn’t a lot of wiggling. I don’t have any concept of how long I was alone except that I had to pee twice and spent most of the time listening to the rain. In my mind I wanted to ask her about Jasmine but I didn’t dare. Yet it plagued me immensely.

I heard the front door open and voices, not loud but definitely hers and another. The basement door squeaked open and the noise riveted me in fright, especially when footsteps clopped down the stairs. Mavis came into view first and then, not totally without surprise, Joan followed, delicately holding a glass of wine in one hand and a small gray overnight bag in the other. I could feel my heart racing and I tried to struggle to a seated position. Mavis quietly lifted the hem of her skirt, slid her panties down and pissed on me. I took it, reminded again that I was her toilet every time I was here. In front of Joan, it was somehow more humiliating. When I glanced at Joan, she was void of expression yet wasted little time in unzipping her black slacks and stepping out of them. Her gold silk blouse followed. Standing beside the cage in an ivory bra and panty set, she pulled her panel aside and pissed on me as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Joan unlocked the cage and untied my ankles. She barked at me to work my slutty ass out. She helped me stand, uncuffed me, handed me the glass of wine and told me to finish it. She methodically placed the small suitcase on a stack of boxes and withdrew a red ball gag and stuffed it in my mouth and cinched it behind my head. I saw her take out several strands of thick white nylon rope and a padded blindfold. The blindfold going over my eyes was the last thing I saw. I felt her adjust the elastic strap behind my head and knew something diabolical was coming. She said hold out my arms in front of me. As soon as I did I felt the rope winding around my wrists again and again. Then I felt a tug of the rope and my arms being pulled straight above my head. When it was all said and done my upper arms were by my ears, my wrists crossed and secured to something, probably a floor joist supporting the main floor. There was no way I had wiggle room. She told me to sidestep my feet wide apart and she tied each ankle to something invisible to me. My legs being spread increased the tension on my wrists and I knew I was positioned like an upside down “Y”. This was a different Joan than yesterday when she’d been almost cunning and playful coating me with candle wax and creating a need inside me.

I head Mavis say someone requested that I be used in a rather severe way and I was guilty of foolish behavior. I could think of no one except one of the two of you who might have said that. I heard noises behind me form the direction of the suitcase but couldn’t identify the source.

I heard something swoosh through the air and a fraction of a second later felt something hit my right buttock. I yelled into the gag. The what ever it was hit my left cheek and blows rocked me to my toes and I screamed again. There was silence then I heard a rush of air and a flexible something swirl into my cunt. The whip or whatever hit me again and again, each time flicking into my cunt. I was pulling at my ropes and screaming. Things paused again. Mavis said she felt I needed a more thorough whipping than what she was able to give me and asked Joan for her help. I shook my head in understanding. The next thing I felt must have been a flogger raking over my abdomen and cunt. It moved to my tits and lashed at them until I lost count at 14. After that it was a mental blur. Joan used one thing then another, sometimes multiple swats, sometime single swats of one then the other. Dozens of them hit my ass cheeks and at one point I felt one hand squeezing my left cheek open and something swatting against my hole. Then there was volley of strokes at my tits until they were stinging in pain. I cried. The beatings stopped and I felt Joan squeezing my right tit out and something clamp on that nipple, then she did the same with the left nipple. I thought nothing could feel any worse until I felt something snap on my left labia, then on my right one. I stood there shaking like crazy, wincing into the gag. I felt her pull my clit out and something snap on my clit. I yelled over and over. It was unbearable. Through my muffled screams I heard Mavis say that I was Satan’s daughter and needed to pay the price for corrupting younger and disobeying her wishes about seeing those white girls. She told Joan to make it worse for me. I felt another clamp go on each labia and weights attached to those and to my nipples. I was crying uncontrollably.

She rammed something up my cunt and began fucking me. I have no idea what, probably a dildo which seemed slender and knobby. Whatever it was came alive with vibrations which I felt deep inside me. Joan was standing beside me; that much I know because I could feel her other hand roaming my sore left ass cheek. I felt a little buzz against my rectum and it sent me into spasms. I sensed that I was being fucked with extremely intense vibes in each hole in unison. It took me all of 10 seconds to cumm and piss uncontrollably. I could hear Mavis shouting at me … Whore, whore. Your days as a free woman are numbered.

The vibe things were turned off and pulled out. My cunt lips and clit were aching. The clit clamp was removed and I screamed as blood rushed back in, she took the labia clamps off and I screamed again, or I should say it was long, continuous scream. The nipple clamps she just grabbed and pulled straight off.

My shoulders and wrists were aching and numb. Joan began releasing me; first the legs then the wrists. When I was free, she removed the gag but not the blindfold. She gave me more wine and grabbed my hair and led me over to Mavis and pushed my face into her aunt’s cunt. I pulled the panties down and began eating, licking like some broken dog bitch. When she eventually came, she told me to eat Joan. I turned to find her naked pussy and began licking. Joan pushed me back to Mavis and Mavis back to Joan. It was like I was serving them both at the same time. On the second time at Joan's pussy she allowed me to bring her to orgasm, and then shoved me over to Mavis.

This time my face was pushed into Mavis ass with an order to suck and clean until it was as pristine as a freshly washed hole. She was not clean that much I know but I just kept sucking until I was told to stop.

Joan took the blindfold off me and pushed me at the cage again. I went in and they locked the door. I wasn’t cuffed and it wasn’t necessary, there was no way I was going to touch my aching cunt. They went upstairs. I lay there aching everywhere. I heard Joan leave or at least I think I did.

Mavis came down and said it was 5:00 and I probably had enough for today. I couldn’t have agreed more. She let me out and I did my routine of cleaning the cage, the floor and finally myself in the old sink. She encouraged me to do some serious thinking. When I saw her again her new fence would be up and if not for the rain this week it would have been already. She said there were a couple of other minor modifications she was doing but she didn’t say what they were.

I stumbled upstairs and thanked her, went to the back door and put my raincoat on and quietly walked to the garage. It was about 5:30 when I left.

June 11 2009: Mavis again

Due to an early morning appointment, Mavis didn’t want me there until 11:00. I wore one of the new mini’s Lachandra made, a print spaghetti-strapped tank top and ankle strap Lucite heels. I parked in her garage as she requested, pulled down the door and walked to the back steps where I striped nude, save for the heels. She was sitting on the sofa, acknowledged me with a smile and sent me to the kitchen to get her a glass of sweet tea. When I brought her the tea she gestured to chair which had a towel folded across the seat and told me we needed to talk. She began by saying Daphne came over yesterday and they’d talked about the unfortunate incident in the garage. She’d seen this coming on for weeks and told me this was not the first time Daphne had trouble controlling her moods. Her meds, heavy drinking and hotter weather sometimes contributed to what I experienced. She scolded us (you, me, Katrina) for not listening to her about going through her before Daphne was involved. She didn’t say what meds, what condition she takes them for and I didn’t ask. I simply listened and thanked her. She concluded by saying it would be best to put Daphne aside for a while. I asked how Daphne was and she said fine other than some superficial cuts and bruises. She said we will not discuss the incident at Daphne’s again. She asked how I was feeling and I say okay. I asked for Joan’s phone number and she said I’d have it by the end of the day. Joan is undoubtedly her favorite family member and has done quite well for herself as a model. She’s her oldest sister’s daughter. The conversation shifted to the sessions I’d mailed her regarding Jasmine. She’d read them thoroughly and found it appalling I’d allowed myself to become involved with someone like her. I started to interject that it had been forced on me but she stopped me and said nonetheless it’d happened. She asked tons of questions about my interaction with Jasmine and I bared my soul about the panties, her youthful wild exuberance to beat me. I told her I’d been asked to teach Jasmine to domme me. She scoffed at that idea because Jasmine needed authority and guidance and she probably wasn’t getting it from Susan and certainly wouldn’t get it from me because as a white woman I didn’t’ understand the needs of a black teen. Also I was hardly an authority figure and could never be one in Jasmine’s eyes since I’d sunk so low in my whore habits. She said the events where Katrina was involved were too random for her to be seen as an authority figure. Her question to me was who is watching out for Jasmine? She said she didn’t know what to do here. It was obvious to her I had entered a lifestyle of servitude and humiliation that was despicable. She reiterated the number of women and the various humiliations as indisputable evidence of my inability to control my life. She continued on that theme for a few minutes then said the point of all this is since it’s apparent I can’t say “no” to some things, she didn’t want Jasmine to become another Daphne’s garage incident in my life. She surmised that Jasmine could get in trouble if something didn’t change. 

 She halfway shifted her thoughts again and said she imagined some people see her as a rambling old woman but in her life she’s had experience dominating white women beyond my wildest imagination. She recognizes a need within some women to be controlled by others and I definitely have that need.

 Jasmine on the other hand must have a need to dominate; she just doesn’t know how to do it properly. I sat there amazed. Point blank, she told me to give her Jasmines phone number in order to visit with Jasmine and Susan and get their perspective. I was stunned. She snapped her fingers and said give it to her now. Powerless, I reached into my purse and found the number for her. She told me to go downstairs and wait for her. I did. 

She came down with some folded towels and placed them on the floor against the series of 2 x 4’s that support the staircase on one side. She had me sit on the towels, remove my heels and then cuffed my hands behind me and around one of the vertical 2 x 4’s. She raised her dress stuck her pussy straight in my face and told me to act like the whore she knew me to be. I ate her until she breathed a sigh of relief then pissed on me. She went upstairs and left me in darkness. I sat there trembling at this turn of events which was far beyond anything I could imagine. 

 Cuffed and seated as I was, I had less freedom than in the cage. Her piss had soaked the towels and I had no way to avoid sitting in it. It wasn’t long after that until I added my own piss to hers. I couldn’t do anything but think. I could faintly hear her talking, presumably on the phone and I chilled with what might be. Shortly I heard her phone ring twice and more faint conversation. Time passed much too slowly until she came down the stairs again. She walked over and pissed on me again without any comment which truly made me feel like her toilet. 

She sat in her old chair and smiled. She’d spoken with Susan on the phone and also had a short conversation with Jasmine whom she said sounds like a perfectly charming girl. I winced. She paused, gauging my reaction; then said she got the feeling I was afraid of Jasmine. I replied yes. She asked why and I said because she beats me. She shrugged and said any person in my situation should realize beatings are a way of life and something I deserve for corrupting that girl. She added that’s all the more reason for her to meet this girl and see what makes her tick. 

 Surprisingly, she uncuffed me and said there was work to be done outside in her garden. I first had to clean up the pee spots and wash out the towels then went upstairs where she was waiting with an old smock for me to wear in the yard. Barefooted and in the ragged smock she led me to the backyard and showed me what needed to be done. She got gardening tools out of the garage and told me to get busy. In mid 80’s heat and sweltering humidity I worked while she sat in the shade of her back porch and watched me. It wasn’t long before I was drenched in perspiration. Occasionally she came out gave me water and checked on my progress, telling me to get it finished before it rained this afternoon. She reminded me the last time I was here she told me I should be dressed in rags and here I was and how lucky I was to have any clothes on at all. I thanked her for her generosity. She said a man was coming to replace her rickety old fence around the backyard with the highest privacy fence possible and then we won’t have to worry about clothes. I kept working and sweating. 

 When I finished she gave told me I could go and there’d be no cumming for me today. I thanked her and asked if I could shower before I put in clothes on. She said we haven’t discussed shower privileges and until we do, the best she could offer was the sink in the basement and the old piss towels I’d rinsed out. My heart sank into my stomach but I thanked her, stripped off the smock outside and went to the basement to wash up. My first thought was this is racial slavery in reverse from 150 years ago. I also had to wash out the smock and hang it across a clothes line in the basement to dry. When I came up I was drained and she saw the look on my face. She’d been rough on me today but in her opinion I needed it to get the unfortunate events of the past week out of my mind. In a way she was right because the entire time I was laboring in her back yard it never crossed my mind. She reminded me to see her next week and I promised. She gave me Joan’s number. I thanked her allowing me to be with her. I dressed on the steps and drove home.

June 9 2009: Daphnes Garage Again

I wore the modified bikini, black fishnet hose and my new 5” platform Lucite heels. I resembled something between mindless whore and positively ridiculous. I had the butt plug in and my toy bag. I also took a black sheer blouse but had no idea what good it would do. I called Mavis to let her know I was on my way to Daphne’s as she asked. She simply snorted and told me to see her tomorrow. I needed cash and after I got off the freeway close to Daphne’s, I found a drive up ATM at a bank. I know they have cameras that record every transaction but it beat walking into the bank dressed as I was.

When I pulled into the alley behind the garage, I heard commotion coming from the garage. I walked the 20-25 feet to the garage in the bikini, hose and skyscraper heels carrying my bag thinking I don’t have an ounce of common sense left in me. Somebody shouted out here comes the entertainment. I opened the side door and froze. There were six of them and I counted twice to be sure I wasn’t dreaming; Daphne, Vanessa, Christine and Charlene; all these have used me several times. There were two new women I’d never seen. Daphne introduced Joan, also Daphne’s first cousin and Shanice, a friend of Daphne. I was shaking so badly I couldn’t say a word. I stared at them and wondering how I’ll survive this day.

The old iron frame bed and dirty mattress was still there. The work bench on the side of the garage was a well stocked bar and there were subs from subway and two coolers which I presumed had ice; they obviously had started partying. There was also a collection of dildos lying there that would put an adult toy store to shame. The comments about my attire were about as raunchy as they get. I thought what a horrid way to meet somebody new dressed in such a ridiculous fashion. Joan stared at me and I was afraid to meet her gaze. She quite frankly is an extremely attractive mature black woman. In brief conversation later I found out she’s 50 and models. Shanice, (something like that) is rather fat and generally unattractive, probably about mid 30’s.

Daphne handed me a vodka tonic and said catch up. Vanessa and Charlene had a field day pulling at my nipples poking out the holes in the bikini top. When Daphne discovered the slit in the bikini bottoms she wasted no time poking her fingers at my cunt. When I’d finished my first drink I had to strut around the garage which by this time was already sweltering hot on a day predicted to be around 90. I kept strutting, posing and it knew they were getting worked up, especially when the conversation turned to what happened the last time I was there.

Daphne put clothes pins on my nipples poking out of the bikini top. She took the big chip clip off a bag of potato chips and reached down, pulled my labia through the slit in the bikini bottom and snapped it on my labia. That made me wince. I had to strut around again while they commented. That’s when they really noticed the fading bruises on my ass. I responded that I’d been spanked for bad behavior but I didn’t say by whom. Daphne lowered my bottoms and discovered the full extent of the bruises and the plug. She left the back of my bikini bottom lowered.

Daphne, never the shy one, slipped her loose dress over her head and said she wanted some action. She sat in an old folding chair and spread her legs. I felt almost awkward in front of two strangers but I went over and dropped to my knees and pulled her panties down. Still in the bikini I started sucking her tits then moved to her pussy.

While I ate Daphne, Charlene pulled up another folding chair and established her position as next in line. I brought Daphne off and moved to Charlene and started on her hairy pussy. The other four were standing around watching and name calling me. Daphne started chiding them in street language to try some of this white woman’s tongue. I heard chairs being dragged over. I brought Charlene off and asked if the pins and chip clip could come off. Charlene slapped me and said no. Vanessa was next in line. Wincing in pain I started sucking her pussy and kept going until I sucked off Christina and Shanice.

Joan stood there watching. When they finished she stood in front of me and pulled her beige cotton dress off and revealed gorgeous beige lingerie set and a body to absolutely die for. I mean full breasts, a trim waist and flaring hips and a trimmed pussy that showed through her nearly transparent panties. Making sure she had my full attention, she removed the bra and two magnificent breasts spilled out. When she lowered the panties I moaned. She sat and had me face her. She pulled my hair back and spit into my face telling me she’d never witnessed such debauchery before. She pointed to her pussy and said suck her. I couldn’t get there fast enough. She was like perfumed bliss, I don’t know how else to describe it. I ate her like I hadn’t seen a pussy in months. When I finished making her cumm, she told me I needed a good fucking as a reward.

Somebody yanked me to my feet and Charlene took the clip off my cunt and said lets see the goodies. They literally ripped the pussy slit in the bikini wide open absolutely destroying the bottom. I screamed at them not to but it was already in shreds. Daphne pulled the clothes pins off my nipples and stuck her fingers through the little holes and yanked until the top ripped. She unhooked it and yanked the straps until she broke them and tossed what was left on the floor. I looked at the totally useless remnants on the floor and knew I had almost nothing to wear home. They gave me another vodka tonic.

Several of them pushed me over to the single bed. I felt hands everywhere repositioning me until I was at the end of the bed, my knees on the floor. They tied my wrists and elbows behind me then tied ropes above each knee and pulled my thighs apart and tied those ropes to the legs of the bed frame so I was spread. My tummy and face were resting on the bed. They pulled the plug out and lubed my hole. I glanced over my right shoulder and saw Daphne putting a strappy on. I struggled but it was useless.

Daphne said lets blindfold the bitch and make her guess who’s fucking her and we can take turns making her eat us and guess who she’s eating. Since I’d eaten everybody once I’d be familiar with the taste. They bantered around and decided if I guessed wrong, I got 5 spanks on my ass. Charlene added part of the punishment for guessing wrong was that I got pissed on. I heard Shanice ask if I took piss. Daphne laughed and said I took shit too. A piece of somebody’s dark clothing was wrapped around my eyes a couple of times and knotted behind my head.

Somebody slide a dildo in my cunt and about the same time someone lifted my face and slid a pussy under me. I had to guess each one and missed both guesses. I felt 5 swats on my ass and someone pissed on the back of my shoulders. The second time I guessed right … Daphne. But the fucking guess was wrong and I got 5 more spanks. This kept on until I was pissed on about 5 -6 times and spanked countless times on my ass. Someone raised my upper body so it was almost upright and stuck an ass in my face, asking me whose ass was I eating? I hesitated and said Vanessa. Someone pissed on me and said guess again. I guessed Shanice and got slapped on my butt. I couldn’t get it right. The fucking shifted back and forth from ass to cunt and at times my mouth. I got the sensation they used several different dildos. I lost track of the number of times an ass or pussy was shoved in my face. I was sweat drenched as were their asses and pussies.

Daphne wanted to know who beat my ass. I said it was someone who was punishing me. She slapped me repeatedly and wanted to know who. At first it was joking, kidding but the more I refused the more I was slapped and my nipples twisted until they ached. She and Charlene slapped me and demanded to know who. She asked if it was Tisha and I said no. Daphne said … bitch, I’ll get the truth out you one way or the other. Things got quiet although I heard muffled laughter until Daphne said open my mouth. When I did someone pissed straight into my face and that was followed by another piss. I felt an ass against my face. I opened my mouth as if to suck but what I got was an explosion of shit blasting me. My mouth instinctively closed and I pulled back. I heard Daphne yell “bitch think you’re too good to take my shit.” Someone held me and arched me backwards until my back was bent back like a bow and my fingers were brushing the floor. Someone, Daphne I presume, straddled me and shit again, this time all over my neck tits and tummy. I was screaming. Daphne said are you going to tell me I said no. she told Charlene to shit on me. I felt an ass against me again, presumable Charlene, and felt shit spewing across the front of my body and face. I gagged. What I did not know at the time was Daphne and Charlene had gone into the house and gotten suppositories.

Daphne pulled the blindfold off and asked me if I was going to tell her. I looked at what I could see of my body and figured more was coming. But before I could answer, she held up a jar of marinated jalapeno peppers. She took one out and rubbed it across my mouth. My lips immediately started burning. She said how I thought one would feel on my cunt or stuffed up my asshole. She took another one and reached between my hips and the bed frame and rubbed it lightly over my labia. The pain was almost instantaneous. I screamed. She told Charlene to sick a jalapeno up my asshole but before she got it inserted I screamed out stop please, it was Mavis.

She looked at me with disbelief. I screamed it was Mavis, Mavis! I was crying burning stinking from shit. Daphne said that damn rotten bitch been seeing you. I nodded. She asked how many times, I said I didn’t remember maybe 4 or 5. She went into a rage and threw the jar of peppers against the wall smashing it into a zillion pieces. She came back and said to untie my legs from the bed frame and drag me out in the alley. Someone, Vanessa I think, untied them. I was afraid.

Daphne turned to everybody and said we’ll take her out in the alley and everybody shit on her. Joan said no, she was not going to, not like this. Daphne looked at her and yelled something like ‘you can’t come into my house and tell me what will and won’t be done.” Joan stood there with her arms folded across her breasts as calm as could be which infuriated Daphne. Daphne picked up fairly large piece of the broken jar and waved it at me telling me to get my ass out on the alley. Joan stepped between us and told Daphne to get control of herself. Daphne lunged at her. I thought oh my Gawd, no. Joan sidestepped her and did some kind of a self defense maneuver that put Daphne on the floor. It was too quick to describe. Joan told her don’t get up. Daphne did anyway and Joan floored her again. Charlene jumped at Joan and knocked her off balance but when Charlene tried to jump her again Joan kicked her in the crotch then drove an elbow into her neck. Charlene fell like a rock. She tried to get up but fell back against some of the folding chairs. All this happened in less than a minute. When Daphne got to all fours Joan asked her if she’d had enough and Daphne nodded.

Joan turned to me and asked if I was okay. She asked Christina to untie me and rub my wrists. They gave me a bottle of water to drink and wet some paper towels to clean myself off. Christina and Vanessa helped me; Shanice stood there like she’d been cheated out of her life savings.

Joan said I probably should go and asked if I was okay to drive or should one of them drive me home. I said I could but I had no clothes. She picked up Daphne’s dress and handed it to me said wear this. I thanked her and dressed. My new hose were in tatters but it didn’t matter right then, the bikini was hopeless.

Joan followed me to my car and said she was sorry but this wasn’t the first time Daphne showed bad judgment. I thanked her and apologized for creating such an untenable situation between Daphne and Mavis, but I’d promised Mavis I wouldn’t tell about seeing her. She told me I did all I could not to and she’d let Mavis know. I broke down and cried, resting my head on her shoulder until I finished crying.

I drove home, called Mavis on the way. She’d already heard about it and said she still expects to see me tomorrow, that we need to talk.

June 8 2009: Brianna

Katrina called me and said to stay naked, someone would be coming by and I was to follow the instructions of that person for the day. I showered and waited. She called back about 1045 and told me to be sure the front door was unlocked, blindfold myself and kneel naked in the front foyer.

Sometime thereafter, I heard a car pull into the drive and a woman’s heels coming up the steps and the door open. I felt the toe of her shoe rub against my cunt. Her first words were “well I see you haven’t changed much, wet as usual.” I recognized the voice but couldn’t place it. She kept rubbing her toe in my cunt and I knelt there absorbing the feeling. She pushed my head down, removed her toe and said one word. “Clean”. I bent down and licked my goo off the toe.

She told me to remove the blindfold, and to my surprise, it was Brianna, who I hadn’t seen in ages. She stuck her pussy right in my face and told me to eat her; it’d been way too long. I lifted her skirt, lowered her panties and buried my face right into her until she came. I wasn’t allowed to cumm. We talked briefly and she told me today we’d go on a small shopping trip that Katrina had discussed with her over the weekend, specifically for slut shoes and fishnet hose. We went upstairs and, laughing at my bare closet, she selected the new halter top mini dress along with 4” sandals. I was not allowed to wash my face or brush my teeth and I smelled of her sex. She took one of my dildos and we left in her car.

On the way over to the store she had me bunch the skirt of my dress around my waist and use the dildo slowly on my cunt but again stressed that I could not cumm; she simply wanted me to stay excited.

We drove to a shop specializing in boudoir attire and went in. There were two sales ladies, one black, and the other white. The white woman came over but Brianna said she wanted to see Karen. The black woman came over and said she was Karen. She was a fairly attractive woman probably in her mid 20’s. Brianna introduced herself and said this is our girl who needs some help with her wardrobe. Then she turned to me and said, “Isn’t that right, kunt?” I blushed. Brianna prompted me to tell Karen what we needed. I sheepishly said Lucite heels and fishnet hose. Karen laughed and muttered under her breath “o wow, is this ever going to be good.” We sat down, Karen, measured me then brought out 2 pairs of Lucite heels, both with 5” heels. When I lifted my leg to slip into the shoe, she got an obvious glimpse of my bare, oozing cunt. I smelled like sex and I knew it. She commented if I was always this naughty. Brianna said like she told her on the phone, she’s a slut and needs to be dressed accordingly.

Both pairs were stunning and sexy. I selected the pair with ankle straps over the slides with a high wedge heel but Brianna said we’ll take them both; now the fishnet hose. We went to a rack and she handed me a pair of red thigh high ones and a similar pair in black.

Brianna wanted me to try them both on. I did and Brianna said the look was absolutely perfect. I kept the black ones on. Brianna asked Karen if I could go back to a dressing room because she wanted to see me in just the fishnets and new heels. My mouth fell open. Karen showed us to a small dressing room. Brianna and I went in behind the curtain and remove my dress. I began to sense a set up from the word “go”. When I’d stripped, she called for Karen and pulled the dressing room curtain back. There I was basically naked in all my glory. She said for Karen to take a look if I interested her at all. Karen was standing there with a wicked grin on her face. In the mirror behind me she caught the reflection of my still bruised butt and back of my thighs. She asked me what that was from and I told her I’d been a bad girl and was beaten with a hair brush. Brianna quickly added that was something she, Karen, could do if she ever had an urge.

Karen went to the front of the store, said something to the other clerk and came back. Apparently she sent the other clerk to the bank then locked the door so we could be alone. Brianna told me to show Karen my personal appreciation for her fine service. I removed her slacks and she sat down on the bench. With Brianna standing guard, I slipped her panties down and began kissing her pussy. I ate her trimmed pussy to a cumm then moved down to suck on her rose. She pulled her legs back and I went deeper. Brianna parted the curtain and told me I could frig off while I did her ass. I frigged myself to a cumm and serviced her ass which she thought was absolutely fantastic. When it was over I was sweating despite the air conditioning in the place. Karen was glowing and told me to turn around so she could get a better view of my bruised ass and thighs. I did. She asked for an explanation and I told her about Mavis beating me over her lap and spanking me with a hair brush. She dressed and I did also. I paid her and we exchanged phone numbers saying she might want to call me again.

We left and drove home, me wearing the halter dress, the fishnets and new heels. Once inside my house, we went to the bedroom and she undressed and lay on the bed, legs apart saying she wanted some more. I sucked her pussy immediately then played with her tits and returned to her pussy until she screamed out an orgasm. She rolled over and I lay with my face in the crack of her ass and worshipped her rose.

We talked for a while, she asked me what I’d been doing with myself and I gave her a quick rundown. I told her about being such a jerk and getting into trouble with my mistresses, something she already knew about.

June 4 2009: to Mavis Again

This morning Katrina directed me to call Mavis. I did and listened to Mavis give me static about not seeing me for two weeks and it was time to take this to the next level; get my ass down there. I let Katrina know. She then told me to insert my butt plug, wear the sheer beige silk blouse and micro mini and heels. My tits and nipples were clearly visible under the sheer fabric which wasn’t a problem on the drive down until I got into Mavis’s neighborhood and the constant stop signs. It was 10:25 when I parked on the street in front of her house. I went to the back door, undressed except for the heels and entered. The first thing she noticed was the bruises and scratches on my breasts and asked about them. Reluctantly I told her about Jasmine beating me. Mavis was disgusted that I’d play around with someone like Jasmine and called me a desperate, despicable, low life bitch. She slapped me, called me a corruptor and ordered me to the basement. I tired to explain that Jasmine’s visit was unknown to me before hand. She slapped me again and pointed to the basement door. I shut up, went down and waited. She came down with a flat hair brush and the handcuffs, secured my wrists behind my back then sat down. She had the old list I’d printed off for her 3 weeks ago and said Jasmines name appeared several times and for me to come clean on my activities. I related the entire situation from the first encounter last summer to the browning 2 days ago. She wasn’t smiling. Then she told me of a phone call with Katrina several days ago indicating I’d fucked up by acting belligerent and would be disciplined for days and she and others were invited to participate. I froze. She told me to lie across her lap and I obeyed, knowing what was coming. She rubbed my ass cheeks and removed the plug and began spanking me with the hair brush. She’d hit one cheek then the other then separated my cheeks, spanked my hole and my cunt then more on my cheeks and even the backs of my upper thighs. Tears streamed down my face and I was begging for mercy. She said whores like me didn’t deserve mercy, only punishment. She hit me more and told me my ass was blistered and I knew it. She hit a final blow on my cunt and rolled me off her lap onto the floor. I lay there crying. She told me to get in my damn cage. After I struggled inside she locked the door. She moved to the side of the cage and raised her skirt and removed her panties then pissed through the wires. Some hit my body; some just formed puddles on the floor pan. 

When she finished she went back upstairs, turned off the light and slammed the door. I could not sit on my ass nor lie on either side for very long. I resorted to lying face down trying to avoid her piss puddles. I simply lay there waiting in darkness. I didn’t hear much activity upstairs. Once in a while I’d hear her walking around or talking on the phone. Eventually I had to pee and rolled to my right side and let it flow even though I knew that would make my lying face down more wretched. Eventually she came back down and sat in her chair, not saying a word, just staring at me. Finally she asked me how my butt was; I said it was hurting. She nodded and said I needed my ass beat for being such a slut. 

She unlocked the cage and had me crawl out and stay in a kneeling position in front of her chair. She went into this long soliloquy about people like me need to be locked up. I’d heard her go into this routine once before but she went through it all again. It went on forever. Then she asked me a few more questions about Jasmine which led to more questions, specifically about Tuesday. She was astounded that I’d let a girl like Jasmine give me an enema and then crap on me. I kept trying to tell her I had no choice I was tied and Katrina was in charge. She slapped me so hard I fell off balance. When she pulled me back to my knees she told me to stop blaming other people. She made me apologize for trying to pass the blame. I felt like this was the Spanish Inquisition and there was no way I could be fairly heard. Then she said … and this floored me … that I deserved to be beaten by Jasmine and since she could beat me, giving me an enema and crapping on me was just a way of getting even. How would I expect a girl like her to react when I was such a whore? I was stunned! I could not follow the logic at all. This conversation ended with her raising her dress and lowering her panties and pulling my face into her pussy. I stared eating her and licking her while she hissed at me about being such a despicable whore. It took a long time to bring her to an orgasm but she eventually moaned and seemed satisfied. She told me to get back in the cage which I did. I asked her long I’d been down there and she said time doesn’t matter. Again she locked it and stood over me on one side of the cage and pissed then left me in darkness. I heard nothing from her upstairs and figured she was resting so I tried to do the same but it was impossible. Again I was on my tummy and face in piss. Escaping the odor was impossible. Sometime during the afternoon there was a huge thunderstorm and hard rain which helped calm me. Eventually I heard her puttering around upstairs. She came back down, sat in that old green and said she’d been doing some thinking. First she said I should be thankful she and her sister weren’t going to Washington to see a relative all weekend because if she was going to be home she’d keep me down here and beat me all weekend. She indicated she had several demands of me and I told her I’d do anything possible. She verified again that I journal things I do. We’ve discussed this before. I said yes, I’m required to write about every time I meet someone and send it to both my owners. She wants everything I’ve written about Jasmine. She showed me her old list with Jasmine’s name circled in red. She also wants a fresh copy of my list. I’m to print all that and mail it to her tomorrow so she could read it when she got back on Monday. I promised I would. . Then, she reiterated her 100% opposition to the Jasmine types and thinks I’m foolish. However she’s going to read what I send her and think through some things. Her final demand was for me return next Wednesday. I told her I’d do everything she wanted.

 She unlocked the cage, mentioned to me it was 4:35 when she came down and said I could go for now. I thought holy fuck, I’d been down here almost 6 hours. She untied me and I cleaned the cage. My ass was raw and hurt every time I moved. We went upstairs and I saw my clothes that were left outside on the porch were totally rain soaked and dripping wet. She just shrugged her shoulders and said that was too bad. She said what she originally intended today was for me to weed her vegetable garden in the back yard but she got side tracked by my bruises and that led to jasmine. She told me don’t ever wear a silk blouse down to her place again. As far as she was concerned I should be dressed in rags if anything at all because one of these days she’s going to put me to work. I apologized and said I would not make that mistake again. She spared me the butt plug since my ass was already so uncomfortable. I stepped outside and put my wet clothes on. The blouse clung to me like a second skin and my nipples were prominently displayed under the wet silk. When I got in my car my ass was so sore I couldn’t fully sit down. I took a deep breath and absorbed the pain. Driving home was far worse than driving down. It was about 6:00 when I finally got home.

June 3, 2009: Taking Things to Melissa

I left about 11:15, a little later than I intended. I kept looking sat myself in the mirror and the shortness of the mini and how close the hem was to my butt cheeks plus I felt like my tits would fall out of the tank top at any minute. I also thought about how I got myself into this mess. Finally I said screw it and left.

I called Katrina on the way down to let her know I was in route.

I got to the store a few minute before noon and despite the stares, meekly took my bag of clothes to be checked in and get a receipt. The gal, an older white woman, gave me a look I’d rather soon forget. I found Melissa putting toddler clothes on a rack. She smiled at me and I listened to her tell me what a crazy piece of work I was. I said I have no choice. All my clothes have been taken from me, even my panties and I dropped a bag off out front to donate. She reached under my skirt and cupped my cunt and gave it a good squeeze. I blushed and asked her if I could take her to lunch but she said today she only had 30 minutes and she was going to eat a sandwich she’d brought. I told her I was expected to please her sexually and I couldn’t fail or there’d be hell to pay.

She thought for a minute and said give her 10 minutes. So I browsed the store until she found me.

She told me to follow her and we went out a back door and across the rear parking lot to a small concrete block building. She unlocked the door, we went in and she shut and locked it behind us. The storage building was filled with flattened cardboard boxes and old clothing racks, a desk and some miscellaneous shelving pieces. It was sweltering in there, no a/c and only a small window fan to stir the air in a day that was near 90. She said this will have to do and she only had 30 minutes. I said it was okay and asked her what would be the most significant thing I could do in such a short time. She said a whore like me should know what to do, to undress completely and make her feel good. I nodded and stripped off my mini and pulled the tank top off. She leaned against a metal shelving unit. I unhooked her shorts and lowered them along with her panties to her ankles while she unhooked her bra, keeping it and her top on. The shelving unit nearly toppled over so she moved to a metal dust covered desk and sat on the edge. I started sucking her massive tits and rubbing her pussy. She told me to finger her. I kept sucking and inserted two fingers and pumped her good. We both were sweating by then, her body glowing under the single light bulb. I moved down to suck her and moved my fingers to her ass. We were flowing from one thing to the other. It was torrid and we were both drenched in sweat. She was hot and I knew I’d better satisfy her and I wanted to.

Her first cumm was a combination of me fingering her, hooking to her spot and licking her. She gushed a stream of squirt on me and went into spasms and she rocked off wave after wave. Her squirting was unbelievable. I’d think it was over and it’d happen again. I turned her to one side and went straight for her asshole. She moaned and called me a whore and ass sucking crazy bitch. That fueled me and I went after her ass hole, biting, licking, sucking, probing with my fingers then licking her rim. She came again. She told me she had to piss and wanted to piss on me. I said I don’t care piss on me; please just let me frig when you do. She started pissing and it took me all of 10 seconds to cumm. We were both dripping sweat and me her juices and piss.

While we were getting our breath, she asked about the scratches on my tits. I told her about yesterday and Jasmine. That led to a conversation about me being punished for 30 days for talking back to one of my co-owners. She asked what kind of punishment and I was honest with her. I told her that I was serious about not having many clothes, everything decent had been taken away except for slut things and I said a mother daughter combo fucked me yesterday and shit on me while my other owner watched. I also told her both of my owners were pissed at me and intended to have me abused.

Somehow I felt better admitting that to her. She asked what my relationship was with Fran and I told her.

She asked if I could wait here for a few minutes that she needed to make an appearance back in the store and she’d be back. I said I would. She dressed, picked up my skirt and laughed and said she’d take just so I wouldn’t be tempted to leave. She locked the door behind her.

I sat on the desk and waited, praying she would come back soon because it was so hot in there. In a few minutes she came back with a load of cardboard boxes and a bottle of water for me and my skirt. She told her supervisor she had to do something out here. I nodded. She pulled her shorts off and bent over the desk and told me to eat her from behind. I knelt behind her, my nose against her sweaty ass and my mouth on her pussy and licked her again. This time it was not as furious and I paid attention to her movements and licked until she turned and came in my face.

She said that’s all the time she had. I thanked her and dressed and asked if she had friends who I might serve. She said she’d let me know. We left the building and I went straight to my car. It was 1:45. I drove home covered in dried sweat and piss.