July 7, 2009: mavis, jas, katrina

Blog 09 07 07 at Mavis

I threw on a mini, a halter top and heels; grabbed my toy bag and reluctantly printed a copy of my last day with Molly. I knew it would not go over big with Mavis but after being told about three times to do it, I dared not disobey. Either way I knew I’d get a beating and as so often happened, I was caught between a rock and a hard place. I tried to quell the fears of Mavis reaction plus the fact that Jasmine was to be there with the knowledge that Katrina would be there and I hadn’t seen her in two weeks.

Katrina’s car was in the street when I arrived. I drove into the garage and put the door down. I left my clothes and walked to the house naked. When I entered, I saw Katrina and Mavis sitting on the sofa and Jasmine draped over a chair. This was awkward and the evil grin on her face was the first thing that got to me. Katrina stood, and I caught the full effect of her long floral skirt and black strapped top and heels. I literally melted in her embrace. I wanted to serve her immediately without all the distraction of the others present. After a few words of welcome, she directed me to Mavis and I knelt at her feet. She was dressed in a purple kaftan with gold trim, gold heels and looked totally regal. After kissing her toes she turned me to Jasmine who was wearing a red tee and a denim mini cut so short it left nothing to the imagination. She stuck a foot in my face when I kneeled and she couldn’t contain her laughter as I kissed her foot. Mavis told me to refill their glasses of lemonade, mix vodka in hers and Katrina’s and make one for myself. Jasmine was not allowed alcohol. When I returned with a tray of drinks and served everybody I knelt on the floor facing them. I was nervous and it showed.

Katrina took charge of the conversation and quickly asked me if I had something for Mavis. Sheepishly, I said yes Maam and crawled to my toy bag by the door. I handed Mavis the four pages and knelt again. Mavis read the description silently and I could see her face wrinkle and a look of disdain as she’d occasionally stop and peer at me over the top of the pages. When she finished she handed the pages to me with a command to give them to Jasmine. Katrina had a blank expression while Jasmine read and laughed and kept reading. I could feel my heart beating like a drum. Otherwise there wasn’t a sound in the room and you could cut the silence with a knife. When Jasmine finished reading she stifled giggles under her breath.

Seething, Mavis asked me how long I had today. I thought carefully and said until around 5 or 6. Mavis didn’t like that answer but Katrina quickly chimed in that perhaps I could return tomorrow for a longer time. To avoid any additional disgust on Mavis part, I quickly said I’d do it. She asked how Katrina felt about all this Molly crap because it was pissing her off and she felt Jody was behind it. Katrina said lets discuss this off line. Mavis nodded and ordered me to refill my drink and get my ass in the basement.

I descended to the basement with my drink. There was a low table down there which I hadn’t seen before, otherwise things were the same. I knelt and drank, figuring I’d need it. Above me I could hear muffled conversation but I wasn’t able to distinguish what was being said.

After what seemed like forever, Katrina came down alone. She pulled her skirt up and told me to get busy she needed to feel my tongue before things began. I crawled over, wrapped my arms around her hips and began making love to her pussy. She whispered she’d missed me and told me she had the French woman in Martinique three times but that woman couldn’t equal what I did. That drove me deeper with love and I worshipped her until she came. She immediately turned her ass to me and I parted her cheeks and licked what I hadn’t savored in weeks.

When I’d satisfied her, she sat. I asked what was going to happen today with Jasmine being present and the anger about Molly. She informed me I was in Mavis house and essentially under her control, that she was there as an observer but she was sure I would be beaten. She said every once in a while, an owner enjoys seeing how her property responds to others; today would be one of those situations. The conclusion of her discussions with Mavis was she (Katrina) and Jody owned me and had the final say in my activities. Mavis wanted to limit my availability to her, Joan, Jasmine and Hannah but Katrina thought that was too restrictive. Her tradeoff was I would continue to see Mavis as much as possible, be subjected to any torment she wanted by any body she wanted, make myself available for overnights but some humiliation by others was appropriate at least through the summer. Then she said Jasmine will now become equal to Molly as far as a co-owner status. Every time I see Molly, I’ll be expected to see Jasmine an equal number of times. I’ll mail every blog entry to Mavis and she’ll set up and supervise my sessions with Jasmine. She chuckled and said every time I enjoy Molly and her friends I’ll know Jasmine and her friends are following. I groaned but Katrina said it was fair.

She went upstairs. I heard muffled conversation and trembled. In a moment Mavis followed Jasmine down with Katrina bringing up the rear. Jas had my toy bag. Katrina sat and Jas and Mavis hovered around me. I stood facing them. With Jasmine by her side and apparently watching every move, Mavis pulled my arms behind me and bent my elbows until my forearms were parallel to the floor. She used the course hemp rope and began tying, left wrist to right forearm, and right wrist to left forearm. She pointed out a few techniques to Jasmine as she did it. Then she took another rope and circled my upper body several times including my upper arms and knotted the rope tight. She explained to Jasmine that this way, I was unable to force my upper arms apart and loosen the bondage. She was right; I couldn’t. Some strands of the rope were above my tits, some under which made them protrude slightly. Mavis sat on the low table and told Jasmine … okay honey; she’s all yours, remember what I told you.

Still dressed, Jas wasted no time in slapping my face a few times. Then she slapped my tits both from the sides and also the tops and the soft undersides. I winced but I sensed this was a different Jas. In the past she’s tried to kill me with the first blow. She told me to call her Maam just like I did Katrina and Mavis. I said yes Maam. Then she started gloating, telling me I belonged to her and I would serve her. She slapped my face again and said … ain’t it right bitch. Again I said yes Maam. She said that means I own your dirty old cunt, don’t I; I said yes Maam. She looked at Mavis and Mavis smiled back.

Jas used her fingernails and roughly parted my hair down the middle. She put my hair in pig tails and with Mavis helping her, braided each pig tail. When they finished, Jas said I looked stupid. I probably did. She made sure I knew I was coming back tomorrow and when I arrived my hair must be in braided pigtails. I said yes Maam.

She had me open my legs and when I did she grabbed my cunt and squeezed it saying she owned it now. Mavis said and what else? Jas laughed and said since she owned it she controlled my cumms. I groaned and she slapped me for bad behavior. I knew I was seeing a different Jas and all I could do was attribute it to Mavis. I cast a quick glance at Katrina and she just shrugged her shoulders and grinned.

Jas went over and whispered with Mavis. I heard Mavis say alright and they moved to my toy bag and got out the short 15” crop and a leather bondage strap. Jas began whipping my cunt using an underhand swing that cut right into me. I yelled and stepped my legs together but she spit at me and said open, bitch. I did. Mavis helped me separate my legs again and had me lean slightly forward and bend my knees to a shallow squat and point my feet outward to maintain better balance. She told me to hold the pose. Jas started hitting my cunt again alternating between the crop and the strap. She’d yell at me about fucking white girls and I belonged to black girls. She spit a huge glob on my face and said I looked so stupid in a half squat with my cunt wide open and hair in pigtails. Mavis was perched on the table and relishing this. Jas kept hitting my cunt and making me scream. She shouted that how dumb I’d feel when her friends saw her beating an old white bitch. At one point Katrina asked me if Jas was superior to me and I said yes Maam. She told me to tell Jas, so I yelled out that she was superior to me. Jas told me I looked like an oversexed white girl begging to get fucked. She went on and on and kept hitting my cunt until it was on fire.

Mavis showed her how to move to one side and swing it at my clit then move directly in front of me and swing underhanded to catch my gaping, swollen cunt. Jas would hit me several times before she found the right angle but the misses hurt as much as the right-on hits. She moved behind me and swatted my ass then let loose a volley of strokes from behind me that let the strap curl between my legs and flick my cunt. I screamed like hell. She hissed that’s for fucking white girls.

All this hitting numbed my cunt with pain. I hadn’t been allowed to pee since I arrived and after a hard series of hits on my cunt I lost control and peed on the floor. Jas went into stitches laughing and said she’d beaten the piss out of me. She told me to get down and lick it up and when she did Mavis face beamed with pride. Katrina was snickering, too. I got to my knees and bent forward until my face was at the floor and started licking. As I was doing that Jas moved behind me and swatted my ass hard. I yelled and Mavis told me to lick not yell. So I licked again. Then Mavis came over, straddled me and separated my ass cheeks, told me to keep licking and told Jas to beat my ass hole. Jas hit my hole probably a dozen times and Mavis told her not to aim at the same place all the time, to aim also at the inner cheeks around the hole, too. Jas hit on one side of my hole, then the other then directly on my hole. I was screaming, crying and licking pee until Mavis stopped it and said that was enough.

Jas was perspiring from her work even in the cool basement. Mavis suggested maybe she would enjoy having the slut she just beat service her. Jas laughed, cursed me, undressed and sat on the edge of the low table. I struggled over to her and she pushed my face down in her pussy. I was eating her and heard Katrina tell Mavis what a marvelous job she’d done with Jas. Mavis replied that she knew Jas was a precious child all along. I kept eating until Jas had an orgasm and then pissed on me. She turned around, leaned over the low table and said eat her booty. I began sucking on her hole. She came again. Then pushed me back and spit on me again.

Mavis, as she put it, “wanted a turn with me.” Katrina relinquished the chair to Mavis who sat and summoned me over. I knee walked to her and watched her raise the hem of the kaftan to the waist revealing her naked pussy. Katrina went to the table and hugged Jas and they sat together while I began eating Mavis. She literally cooed at me, calling me her child, her godsend and her whore. She was smooth in her choice of words and somehow it got deep into me, fueling my fire and I forgot about my stinging beaten cunt. All I could think about was bringing her off. And though she isn’t always the easiest person to bring to a climax, I did. While I was kissing her pussy in the afterglow, she whispered to remember my training and open my mouth. I did and she dribbled piss into my mouth as if I were savoring a romantic novel. I heard Katrina whisper … beautiful.

When I finished she decided I needed some cage time. Jas eagerly helped me into the cage and locked me inside. Katrina said it was about 2:45 and she was going. She reminded me I’d promised myself to Jas and Mavis tomorrow for an extended session and she would stop by to see how it was going. She smiled at me through the cage and told me she was so proud. I weakly smiled back but inside I felt warmth that I hadn’t expected.

Jas picked up her clothes and the 3 of them went upstairs and turned off the basement light. I lay back on my bound arms which were halfway numb by now. That was too painful so I struggled to a kneeling position but I couldn’t make it, so I chose to stay curled up in a fetal position on my right side. There wasn’t a thing I could do but reflect on what a diabolical day I’d experienced and how low I’d fallen to be used by Jasmine like this. I closed my eyes and went into some kind of mental suspended animation, hearing nothing, thinking of nothing except what surrounded me at the moment. The only thing that interrupted my funk was the sound of them coming down the stairs.

When Mavis said its 430, I almost thought she was joking. That meant I’d been caged an hour and a half and to me it was some there between timeless and 10 minutes. Jas helped me out of the cage and they untied me. My arms were numb but Mavis gently rubbed feeling back in them and gave me lots of water. When I told her I was okay she told me to get busy cleaning up the mess. She gave Jas pointers on how I should always clean up my mess. I felt totally like a low class bitch washing the basement floor while they looked at me as if I were dirt. When I’d done the floor, Mavis told me I could wash myself in the mop sink as I’ve become accustomed to doing. My pee soaked braided pigtails reeked and I undid them and washed my hair to some extent. They watched me the entire time and I found Jasmine’s eyes on me as I tried to make myself seem presentable to be a different form of humiliation.

Mavis reminded me to be at her place again tomorrow by 11. I gave her my promise. Jas was strangely quiet. Somehow I expected more taunting but all she said was she gets to beat me tomorrow. My sore cunt made walking difficult as I stepped to the garage. I didn’t bother to bring the toy bag home since it may be needed tomorrow. When I got in the car then and only then did I realize how tender my ass was. I thought I’ll never be able to drive home. But obviously, I did.

I’ve taken a sit bath for nearly an hour and that eased the pain in my radiating through my slit. I know I’ll have bruises when I wake. Nonetheless I will obey and return tomorrow.

My love to both of you.