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.
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