July 8, 2009: Back to Mavis

I remembered the instruction from Mavis about my hair. After I showered and dried my hair, I formed pigtails and loosely braided them, then slipped on a short skirt and top over my naked body and a pair of wedge heels. I looked myself in the mirror and shook my head, Jas was right I looked borderline stupid. Nonetheless these were my orders. I left about 10:30.

I arrived at Mavis around 10:55, stripped in the garage and walked to the house naked not knowing what to expect. When I entered Mavis and Jas were there. Mavis was in another Kaftan, an animal print, predominately in black, brown and tan tones. Jasmine had on a pair of royal blue gym shorts, a black tee and flip flops. I greeted Mavis by kissing her feet then she directed me to Jasmine’s feet which brought her girlish laughter. Mavis asked how sore my cunt and ass were from yesterdays beating. She wanted to examine me. Following her instruction, I cleared the coffee table, placed a towel on it and lay on my back with my legs drawn up and spread. She and Jas bent down, looked at me closely, ran their fingers lightly over my cunt and around my hole. Mavis probed for sensitivity with her finger and pointed out the soreness to Jas so she has a better idea of the effect of her whippings. In Mavis opinion my cunt and ass weren’t sore enough for someone who disobeyed her about seeing Molly and buying beer. She imagined Molly's mom would whip my oversexed cunt twice as hard as Jas did. She asked me to compare my sore ass now to the time months ago in Daphne’s garage when I got ass fucked until I spilled my filth; which hurt worse, I said the ass fuck did. Mavis nodded. Jas asked what she was talking about but Mavis said we’ll discuss that later. She asked if I’d frigged since yesterday and I had not.

Mavis took my purse and keys somewhere in the house and returned. She confirmed my time element for today, had I made arrangements to stay longer and I said until around 8:00. She said that would do.

They took me downstairs. Mavis said Jasmine was due a reward for yesterday. I was told to lie on my back on the low table. Jasmine stripped and immediately straddled me with her pussy in my face. I didn’t have to be told what was expected. I ate her pussy until she started riding my face and orgasmed. She called me an old bitch and to kiss her ass. I did and Mavis chuckled. They cuffed my hands behind me and Jas shoved me into the cage, locked it and hung the key around her neck. Mavis thought Jas made a good key keeper or jailer. They went upstairs.

I sat and thought about yesterday and for that matter, the last two months since I met Mavis and began seeing her more regularly. If anyone had told me a year ago that a 57 year old woman would have become a central focus of my slut activities I’d have said they’re crazy. If you’d lined up 10 strong black women … say Katrina, Alanna, Chanel, Pernilla, Jeanne, Daphne, Frayne, Tabitha, Susan, Mavis - and said guess the one that I’d be staying in a cage with on a weekly basis, Mavis would have been last one on my list.

I heard them puttering around in the kitchen and I assumed they were fixing lunch. I could hear their voices but as always I couldn’t grasp the conversation but it continued for quite some time. I sensed an urge to pee. Finally I gave in, peed, sat in it and waited.

Shortly they came down and Jas was carrying my toy bag. Mavis raised the hem of the kaftan, bunched the material around her waist and stepped to the side of the cage where I sat. Without saying a word, she peed on me; hitting the back of my neck, the braid on the right side of my head and spraying piss down my right side and hip. She had Jas pull her shorts off and do the same and her piss hit me mid tummy and streamed down over my cunt. Mavis bluntly reminded her that I am nothing more than a toilet and she should use me just like she uses a commode. They went upstairs and turned out the light.

I sat in darkness for quite some time until I heard a door open and voices above me. Laughter and conversation ensued until the basement door opened and Jas, followed by Mavis and Joan came downstairs. Joan had on tight black slacks, black spiked heels and a champagne colored blouse and looked dynamite. Joan came over and spoke to me, smiled sweetly, remarked that I looked absolutely piggish and said she’d hear about yesterday. She unlocked the cage and helped me out then gestured to my bruised cunt and asked Jas did she do this? Jas responded proudly and beamed.

Mavis unlocked the handcuffs and let me stretch my arms then ordered me to stand with my feet spread wider than shoulder width, hands clasped behind me and my tits sticking out. Joan admonished me for being such a slut and told me I looked foolish in my braids particularly since the right one was pee soaked. Mavis and Jas joined in and the three of them commented back and forth about my appearance. They continued hurling disparaging remarks at me about my nakedness, my beaten cunt and ass, my hard nipples and grammar school hairstyle. Joan said I had the mind of a slut whose brains had sunk to her cunt. They kept commenting about my hair. This was getting to me. I felt my cunt tingling and I wanted to rub off so bad. Why, I don’t know, probably because I knew deep within they were right.

They saw my hips and thighs flexing in a rhythm. Mavis snorted and said look at me, I d sell my soul to the devil for an orgasm right now. I murmured yes Maam. She told me to play with my nipples for them. Shamed, I moved my hands to my nipples and began flicking and lightly twisting them. They stood in front of me and kept commenting and finally Mavis asked me if I wanted a cumm. I said yes. She told me to stop playing with my nipples and put my hands at my side. The three of them whispered until Jas came over and said she might let me have an orgasm after they finished with me.

Mavis positioned my hands behind me and took leather bondage cuffs from my toy bag and wrapped one around each wrist connecting them with a padlock. I began to go into subspace. She ran a rope through the hasp of the padlock and had Jas stand on the table and throw it over a beam supporting the main floor then looped it through the hasp again and drew it tight, which forced my upper body parallel to the floor and my arms pulled up behind me toward the ceiling. She and Joan separated my legs and wrapped leather cuffs around each ankle and tied ropes from the D-ring of each cuff to objects in the basement. My feet were probably about four feet apart and my butt was sticking back. Mentally I compared the similarity of this position to the day in Daphne’s garage when Mavis had Daphne fuck my ass until I messed.

My thoughts weren’t too far off because Mavis asked if this position brought back memories. I nodded. She began telling Joan and Jas about that day over two months ago when I was ass fucked and she spared no detail in describing that humiliation and my mess. Jas was fascinated. Mavis told Jas that she put me in this position for two reasons … that it was a good position to beat my ass again and after they did that, Jas was going to experience what it was like to ass fuck an old white whore to humiliation. I groaned and knew all my truthfulness about my sore cunt and ass meant nothing to them.

Jas picked up the crop and a thin leather paddle. Mavis stopped her and suggested she add clamps and weights to my nipples, that each time she hit my ass; the weights would swing and torment my nipples. Jasmine used clover clamps and two weights to each which yanked my tits down. Joan sat in the chair and said this was probably going to be better that a movie with free popcorn. Jas got behind me and swung the paddle at my ass. I let out a yell. Mavis told her now you have her attention and she knows you mean business, so lighten up, use a lot of strokes to warm her up and then hit harder. As far as I could tell, Jas followed her instructions to the letter because within minutes every inch of my ass and upper thighs felt like they were on fire and my nipples were in agony from the pain of the weights swinging.

The doorbell rang and Mavis told her to stop while she checked it out. I heard laughter and she came back down with Katrina. I sighed in lust at her in tight short shorts and a halter top. She showed mock surprise that they started without her. She and Joan introduced themselves, hugged and then Katrina came over to me and patted my reddened ass cheeks, telling me I was probably getting what I deserved and was I happy. She pulled my head back and kissed my cheeks and went … oh yuck you smell just like piss. She went back over to Joan and they sat on the table and started talking about me. I heard her ask Joan if I’d done a good job satisfying her the time I went to her apartment.

Mavis told Jas to take the clamps and weights off my nipples and start using the crop to beat my tits concentrating on hitting the nipples which would be highly sensitive from being clamped. When she took the clamps off I yelled. She began swinging at my tits which brought tears to me eyes and pleas of mercy. Mavis told her to ignore me and keep beating. I glanced at Katrina and saw she and Joan were sitting shoulder to shoulder smiling and giggling back and forth. Katrina told Jas that I liked pain and not to disappoint me. I said … oh Gawd no, please. Jas responded with a swing of the crop that sent pain into my left nipple beyond belief. Mavis stepped in and pulled my head back by my braids and said … tell Jas to hit you harder, slut. I muttered to Jas that she could hit me harder. I remember Mavis yelling out, “Go on; torture the bitch! She corrupted you and those white girls!” As if this wasn’t torture already Jas increased the intensity. By then tears were streaming down my cheeks.

While Jas kept hitting my tits and tummy, Mavis picked up something, a bondage strap I think, moved behind me and started whipping between my legs, hitting my cunt. After several minutes of this Katrina got off the table and came behind me and pulled my ass cheeks apart so Mavis could hit my ass hole. She told Mavis I’d taken 75 strokes on my hole once and 100 strokes another time so don’t be afraid to hit. I don’t know how many I took but Jas stopped hitting my tits and came back where Mavis was and it seemed like they alternated strokes. Jas also proudly announced that she was present when I got the 75 strokes last year.

When it was over, I don’t think there was a spot on my ass, cunt, thighs, tits, back and tummy that hadn’t been beaten. Some time in the process, I’d pissed again.

Mavis went upstairs and came back with a bottle of mineral oil. She showed it to my blurry eyes and said guess what comes next. She called me a despicable bitch, a corruptor and a harlot. She started oiling my swollen ass hole, jamming oil soaked fingers inside me, and doing it over and over. She smeared some around my cunt, over my ass cheeks, and upper thighs. I was begging no. I saw Jas with oily hands grabbing my tits smearing oil on them and also my face.

I was in a state of disbelief. I couldn’t cry anymore. I was numb and felt totally objectified. Part of me had no idea how I’d ever wash this off and part of me still couldn’t believe it was happening. I remember Mavis saying it’s too bad I can’t stay the night so Jas can have her friends come for a sleep over. I saw Jas naked with Joan fitting the strappy around her skinny waist. Then she disappeared behind me. The next thing I remember was the dildo poking past my swollen, beaten ring and penetrating me slowly. I groaned. I could hear Mavis voice coaching Jas and feel the dildo going deeper. At one point they pulled it out pushed more oil into my gapping hole and the fucking beginning again. Jas kept stroking the dildo in and out of me. My ass was experiencing about the worst pain I can ever remember. She slid it out and someone, Mavis I think, worked more oil inside me. The fucking started again. Mavis told me the fucking doesn’t stop until I spill my guts. I let out a moan and felt my bowels moving. I was lost and knew it was inevitable. Mavis sensed it and yelled tell me when I was ready. She started frigging me off. I groaned and nodded, took a few more strokes and shouted … now! I started cumming. The dildo slipped out and I experienced a weird sensation; I was trying to hold it back and expel all at the same time all in the midst of cumming. I felt my mess sliding out of me and I cried and shook all over at the same time.

Jas youthful voice was ecstatic. I was mortified. Other than Jas laughter nobody said anything. My foul odor immediately penetrated the basement. Katrina came over to me, knelt under me and said its okay baby, you did great. She wiped away some tears and kissed me. That helped calm me. She asked me if I was okay. I shook my head yes but both of us knew I wasn’t. I knew I’d crossed a threshold with Jas and Mavis that could never be undone. She whispered that what I just experienced was necessary and fell under the category of what she talked to me about yesterday … that I would be available for anything. She smiled and said “anything” is a very broad term. She went over to Mavis and they whispered for a moment. She came back and said they would untie me and have me clean up my mess but the day wasn’t over. I nodded. Mavis went upstairs and returned with a roll of paper towels, toilet paper, a wet sponge, some Lysol spray, a wet towel and a trash bag. Katrina untied each of my ankles, then stood and untied the rope stretching my hands to the ceiling. She eased my arms back down and helped me stand and unlocked the padlock on the cuffs. She rubbed my shoulders and kissed me lightly again and at the same time, told me to get down and clean up my mess and wipe my ass while they watched.

I pulled some toilet paper off the roll and started to wipe my ass. My emotions really surged and a wave of humiliation rolled through me about how degrading this was, especially in front of Jas. Nonetheless I wiped myself, tossed the soiled toilet paper in the trash bag. I wiped my inner cheeks and legs then used the sponge and the wet towel to clean myself thoroughly, including wiping some of the oil off me. No one spoke. Then I started picking up my mess with paper towels until I had it all in the trash bag. I took Lysol spray and the sponge and did the floor and also the cage. When I was finished, I looked at Katrina then Mavis and finally at Joan. I couldn’t bring myself to look at Jas. I was too humiliated.

Katrina said she needed a few minutes with her girl and would one of them bring her some ointment to treat the places where my skin was broken. They went upstairs taking the messy trash bag with them. Mavis came down with an antibiotic ointment, asked if I was okay then went back upstairs and left us alone. Katrina told me I was wonderful and it was turning point for her to watch me have this experience. I almost thought it was preplanned but I stopped short of drawing that conclusion. I told her I loved her and she replied the same. She asked again if I was okay and could continue for a few more hours, that it was after five now. I told her I would stick to my commitment. She patted my face and said she knew I would and I’d have some significant time off. She told me she and Joan were leaving but she would tell Mavis I needed lots of liquid to drink and something to eat. We kissed again and she went upstairs.

I stood there for a moment then wobbled over to the chair and sat down as softly as I could, I looked at my body and I was covered with whip marks. It didn’t matter.

Mavis came back down with a pitcher of iced tea and a glass and asked me how I felt. She said she Joan and Katrina were going out to get Chinese and bring something back for me and Jas. Jas would stay behind as my babysitter. She asked what I wanted and I said shrimp fried rice. She nodded and told me to get back in the cage. I did and she locked me in.

I heard them leave and Jas came down. She sat in Mavis chair and smirked at me. I realized here I was a 48 y/o woman with a 15 y/o babysitter. Somehow the humiliation never stopped. Jas talked about how she’d pestered Katrina for almost a year to have me. She told me she bragged to her friends about what she’d done to me in the times we’d been together. She said Mavis told her soon she could have her friends meet me. She started rattling off her friends describing them. I couldn’t keep them straight, I just sat and listened. Finally she stopped mid sentence and said she was horny again thinking about it. She asked if I liked being in the cage and I said it wasn’t a like or dislike but something I’d been trained to do. She asked if I liked the beating and the ass fucking. I tired to explain it was a step in a process that had begum long ago. I’m not sure how clearly she understood. She asked me to describe was being a masochist was really like. Again I told her it was the way I was wired and a result of some adolescent experiences. I described them and she listen intently. Finally she said now she was really horny and Mavis told her to leave me in the cage but she wanted another cumm. If she let me out would I make her cumm and not try to run away. I said I can’t run away, she and Mavis hid my car keys and purse. She said if I gave her trouble she could probably beat me up. I said I know she can and I was too weak to resist. She unlocked the cage and had me crawl to her. She stripped nude, spread her legs and pulled her small labia apart. I didn’t try to resist. I licked her then she had me move up and suck on her small tits. While I was sucking her she said Mavis told her she owned my mouth and maybe someday she would too. I didn’t think she fully understood that but I didn’t question her. I just sucked on her nipples until she moved my face back to her pussy saying she was ready to cumm. I licked her until she did. Then I did the strangest thing; I thanked her. She laughed and said what a bitch I was, now get back in my cage. I did and she locked it. She went upstairs. I sat there and tried not to think what I’d just done. I felt I had no choice; if she wanted a cumm, it was my duty to make it happen. I felt lower than dirt.

I heard Mavis come back. They came down with cartons of food and plates. When they unlocked the cage they dumped my food on a plate and Mavis told me I could use my hands I knelt there and ate like a dog while they sat and ate, talking back and forth. I drank two glasses of tea and felt better. Mavis said Joan and Katrina had gone out for the evening. I nodded. Jas didn’t say anything about having me eat her nor did it.

When they finished, I was put back in the cage and they went upstairs. Jas needed to catch the bus to get home. She waved and gave me this smirk. I didn’t see her again the rest of the time.

I sat there until Mavis came down and told me it was about 8:00. She told me Katrina had insisted I be allowed the luxury of a shower because my old man was certain to be home and I needed to look somewhat respectable and not cause suspicion. She unlocked me but sat in her chair and told me to eat her before I showered and she definitely wanted a cumm for all she did for me today. She sat and I raised her kaftan and hugged her hips and worshiped her pussy. I used fingers, tongue and mouth until she tensed her legs and moaned. I savored her for a moment while she ebbed and said that was what she had in mind. She led me upstairs to a bathroom. Trust me I don’t think a hot shower has ever felt so good. I unbraided my hair and washed myself twice all over. I dried off and Mavis had my keys and purse waiting for me. We talked a moment, I thanked her and she told me to get my slut ass out of there. I went to the garage and dressed, checked myself over and left.