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.