July 15, 2009: The Visit

I was naked except for Lucite heels when Mavis, Joan and Hannah arrived at 10:10. when I opened the door in all my glory and looked into the smiling faces of three mature black women there were some minor comments but I gathered no one was really astonished by my nudity, which to me as a good thing.

They came inside and I knelt in the foyer, telling them how honored I felt to have them visit. Joan found that gesture amusing and Hannah commented she’d never in her life seen someone quite like me. I asked if I could get them something to drink, water, tea, coffee, wine, all of which I’d previously prepared. Mavis and Hannah wanted iced tea, Joan asked for coffee. They sat in the parlor and I was back with their drinks in a flash. I knelt in the floor.

Mavis said the main purpose of their visit was to see where I lived, how I lived and what surroundings I was used to. They expected a complete tour of the house and also wanted to see inside closets, drawers, cabinets, everything. If a different living situation was in my future, she wanted an idea of what I’d be giving up. After a tour of the house, they expected lunch and perhaps some personal attention.

With drinks in hand, I led them from the parlor to the dining room, through the butler pantry into the kitchen, the breakfast room, and great room. We slipped out onto the back porch (where I sit so many mornings talking to both of you), the upper deck and back inside. Throughout the tour, my butt was fondled more than once. All along the way I opened every drawer etc. we refilled drinks in the kitchen, Joan changed to white wine and I poured myself one also.

We went upstairs and did the guest bedroom, the spare room which hubby uses for a study, my study and finally the master bedroom. In my study I showed them where I keep my toy bag. In the master bedroom, we went through my closet, sparse as it is right now and all my drawers in the bureau.

We went back down to the main level, then down to the lower level and went through the downstairs family room, bedroom and bath, finally into the storage room where my cage is stored, then into the utility room then walked out onto the lower patio.

We came back inside. Mavis suggested I drag my cage out, assemble it, then go upstairs and fix lunch; they would sit in the lower level and talk. This surprised me somewhat but I did as told, assembled the cage while they watched, then returned to the kitchen. I prepared mixed greens on plates topped with chicken salad I’d made, sliced cheeses and olives and French bread. When they came up, I served them in the dining room, poured wine and I stood in the corner of the dining room. It felt odd but somehow purposeful. However Mavis told me to fix myself a plate, take it and my wine and go downstairs and eat in my cage. Joan followed me down and had me remove my heels then locked me in. She chuckled and said why would I expect anything different. Her other comment was that hopefully I knew enough not to think about frigging off.

To say that I felt odd is a gross understatement. They were guests in my home eating at my dining room table on my fine china. I, the supposed hostess, was naked and eating in a cage. Without anything sexual being done, it was a powerful comparison that I relinquished control, perhaps more willingly than I imagined, even in my own house. It was as subtle a demonstration of power exchange as I’ve experienced in a long time but the effect was profound and gnawed at me. They stayed up there forever but unlike Mavis basement where I hear sounds above me, I couldn’t hear a damn thing except the toilet flushing 2 or 3 times.

Eventually they come down and sat on the sofa and love seat in the family room, I shifted in my cage to face them. Joan had my toy bag. Mavis said this gave her a much clearer picture of what I’d give up should I leave. My stays in her basement would be more amusing and meaningful to her now, even if only a few hours or overnight. In essence she liked seeing what I gave up to be caged. Joan made it clear that her aunt derived a huge amount of satisfaction from controlling me and on several occasions Mavis gloated to her about what a rare opportunity it was. I felt about 2 inches high.

They talked about modifications to Mavis basement. Since there’s hot and cold water at the laundry sink, they talked about installing a small shower for me. She also mentioned enclosing the space under the basement steps as a storage space to keep me. They discussed options of Joan coming out to pick me up when Mavis wanted me … until I come to live with her … and driving me down there naked in the trunk of her car. But the main thing Mavis wants is an extended time I can be with her. She talked about how much she enjoyed my overnight stay a few weekends ago and definitely wants more.

Joan came over and unlocked the cage. She helped me out, handed me the toy bag and told me to go into the lower level bedroom indicating they each felt entitled to some private one on one time with me.

Hannah came in first. I took off her blouse, white slacks and white bra. She lay on the bed with her legs draped off the side she propped up on her elbows and told me to take her panties off. I slid them down and she said that is one of the most satisfying sights in the world, a white woman removing her panties, knowing I’m going to suck her. I leaned into her and began licking her pussy. Her full bush was extremely fragrant, perfumed and slightly moist. She moaned this was so much better than fucking in Mavis basement, almost lady like as she put it. She whispered for me to massage her breasts and I followed her requests, kneading her breasts and sucking on her until she moaned out an orgasm.

Hannah dressed and went out of the room. Joan entered, laughed a little and said is it my turn? I smiled back. She undressed and handed me a dildo then bent over the bed, sticking her ass back at me. She wanted a good fuck and a rim job. I knelt behind her and began kissing her ass then slid the dildo into her pussy. It took some time to get the right rhythm and concentration but I kept paying attention to her movements. She reached back and pulled her cheeks apart which made it easier to rim her hole. I alternated between rimming her and trying to tongue fuck her hole. She placed her hand over mine with the dildo and that brought her to the edge. When she screamed ram it now, I twisted the dildo in her and savored her orgasm.

Mavis came in as Joan was dressing. Without undressing, Mavis picked up a leather strap out of the toy bag and told me to bend over the brass footboard of the bed. She began whipping my ass and thighs, calling me a whore and slut. Joan stayed to watch. She kept whipping and telling me I loved it and thank her for beating me. She tossed a vibe at me and told me to press it on my clit while she beat me. The sensation was wicked. I had the shaft of vibe pressed hard against my clit and the end teasing part of my slit. Mavis kept flailing away at my ass. I told her I’d cumm but she said not until she says so. She yelled for Hannah to come in and watch. When she’d hit me about 20 times more she told me to cumm and I screamed out an orgasm. The whole time Mavis was name calling me. I lay there face down feeling myself ebb and Mavis fingers poking at my dripping cunt. Mavis told the other two to leave us alone. She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her skirt up. I pulled her panties down and buried my face into her. She stroked my hair and said things like … yes child, get what you need. Finally she lay back on the bed and I sensed her cumming.

We talked for a few minutes, mostly about today. She actually thanked me for paying such attention to serving them and told me as soon as I can come see her.

It wasn’t too long after that when they got their things and left.