Nov 17, 2009: Mavis and Daphne

I got to Mavis house around 10, undressed in the garage like old times and entered naked carrying my toy bag. Mavis attitude towards me was somewhat cool which surprised me. She showed me that the baby cam was operating, focused on the cage in the basement, and sent me straight downstairs with my bag and told me to lock myself in the cage. I did. She came down and raised her skirt and pissed on me immediately. She had the blog I’d mailed to her about Molly last week and told me I was a reckless whore and would be punished when Daphne got there. She went upstairs and shortly afterwards, Daphne arrived.

Daphne came down alone and immediately began lauding over me verbally about how she relished seeing me again and how stupid I looked sitting in the cage like some animal. The more she talked the more humiliated I felt. She undressed, walked over to my cage and pissed on me and cackled about how much she enjoys doing that.

Mavis came down and I could see the vibes flowing between them. Mavis said there were two things I’d be punished for; one for being unavailable to her for so long and secondly, for seeing those white bitches again. She had Daphne unlock the cage and pull me out.

They roughly pushed me to the low table and had me kneel. Mavis began slapping my face, tits and ass. There was a look on her face of sternness which made me tremble. She grabbed my nipples and shook my tits up and down then side to side until I clutching for my tits and begging for mercy. She told me again what a despicable slut I was to fuck those white girls but in a way it gave her the perfect excuse to beat me. She and Daphne yanked my arms behind my back and tied my left wrist to my right elbow, and right wrist to left elbow then wrapped my forearms with rope. Daphne shoved me forward until my face was against the table; she shoved my knees apart and tied my ankles and lower legs to the sides of the table. The right side of my face was against the table.

Daphne showed me a yard stick and a ping pong paddle with a rubber nubby surface and told me she’d use both. She used the paddle first, beating each ass cheek thoroughly. She landed a few on my inner thighs also. By then I was groaning loudly with each stroke. Mavis wadded up Daphne’s panties, pushed them into my mouth and tied a piece of rope over the gag and around the back of my head. Daphne switched to the yard stick and began hitting my ass cheeks and thighs. Mavis grabbed my right nipple and attached a clothes pin then did the same with the left one. I hate clothes pins; Mavis knows that and I’m sure that’s why she chose them. She sat in a folding chair close to my face so she could see my agony. She told me it was time I suffered and told her niece to hit me harder. I was sweating and by now shedding tears.

The beating stopped for a few minutes and Mavis removed the gag so I could raise my upper body. She thrust a plastic cup filled with wine to my lips and told me to drain it. She peed into the empty cup then took my red ball gag and dunked it into the cup and then shoved the piss drenched gag into my mouth, buckling it behind my head. She grabbed the blindfold out of my toy bag and buckled that behind my head. Being both gagged and blindfolded made me shake with fear. I knew this was not going to be an average session. Daphne pushed my face back on the table.

I stayed like that for a few minutes while they talked about what they felt like doing. Mavis told her to start again. I sensed that Daphne moved directly behind me and began hitting my ass cheeks and hole. She cursed that the yardstick was too long to effectively hit my hole. Mavis told her to run upstairs and get a long wooden spoon out of a drawer in the kitchen. I heard Daphne bounding up the stairs and when she returned, she started hitting my hole and cunt again. I heard her laugh that the spoon was perfect. I jerked and shrieked into the gag. I yelled repeatedly into the gag. Mavis said, “More.” The sound of the wooden spoon hitting my sloppy cunt was almost sickening and the pain was worse.

They stopped. Mavis pulled my face off the table by pulling my hair until my upper body was parallel with the table top. She flicked the pins a few times and said these need to come off for a while. I nodded. She just didn’t open the pins and remove them, but grasped the ends and pulled slowly, stretching out my nipples until they popped off. Gawd that’s sadistic. She pinched both nipples, massaged my tits then told Daphne to hit them. I think Daphne used a leather bondage strap, I’m not sure, but she flailed away at my hanging tits until I was shrieking into the ball gag. To say it hurt is an understatement but it distracted my mind form thinking about how much my cunt ached.

They let me rest for a minute. They kept joking about my swollen cunt, called me a pain whore, kept sticking fingers in me and Daphne did a steady barrage of street talk about me. I sensed they were not through. Being blindfolded and gagged and tied with my ass up in the air made me feel like an object. I began to wonder how many or how long this would continue. My thoughts were interrupted by a belt hitting my cunt. I heard Daphne say that’s perfect and hit me several more times. Mavis released her grip on my hair and pushed my face back on the table. They pause for a moment while I got my breath.

I felt the something explode on my cunt again. Could have been the strap, I didn’t know at that point but she kept using it on my cunt and ass hole. I formed begging words but no one really paid attention. I screamed into the gag. Daphne alternated between my cunt, ass hole and inner thighs. I was crying, drooling, begging. This was borderline sadistic. Agony doesn’t begin to describe what I felt.

They took a break again. I hoped it was over but the swats on my cunt started again. I was yelling and begging. They ignored my protesting. This went on forever, more swats on my cunt then on my ass hole then my ass cheeks and thighs. Then there’d be a break to let me get my breath, and then it would start again. How many times I really don’t remember; it became a blur. I remember Mavis say keep going until she knows what her holes are good for.

Finally everything stopped. They removed the blindfold and gag. My face was lying in a small puddle of my own drool. Daphne came around to my face and showed me a strappy with a huge black dildo attached and said this is for white whores. I groaned. I lost track of how many times they stopped and started.

Daphne climbed on the table behind me and pushed the dildo into my swollen, raw cunt. I screamed immediately. She began fucking me. Mavis snickered and said she bet those white bitches can’t make me this way. Daphne fucked me until I came repeatedly. Mavis kept snickering, saying … look at the whore cumm. Daphne lubed my swollen throbbing ass hole. She shoved straight down into my ass hole slowly until the dildo felt like it was coming out my tummy, paused, then slowly began fucking my hole. I screamed.

She got off the table and shoved the dildo into my mouth. I really gagged from the stench. Mavis commented that I’m the only white slut she’s ever heard of who licks her own shit residue. She told Daphne to keep going and fuck every crevice of my mouth and she did, like it was some kind of inanimate object. Finally the fucking stopped. They untied me from the table but left my arms bound. I could feel their hands running over my ass, thighs cunt and hole inspecting their work. They let me kneel up, gave me more wine and helped me off the table to a kneeling position on the floor.

I ate Daphne’s pussy and ass, sucked her tits and licked her body, even her feet and behind her knees. I’m sure she came three times if not more. I sucked Mavis in much the same way and one gigantic cumm seemed to satisfy her. She looked at me sternly and said now I’d remember what my holes are for. She untied my arms and shoved me back in the cage.

They went upstairs for a long time while I tried to find a position inside the cage that didn’t bring my swollen ass and legs into play. I felt relieved that it was apparently over. I tried to think of a time when Mavis had been so mean. Eventually they both came down and pissed on me again. Now Mavis seemed content. Daphne had to go pick up the girls by 2. She told me she felt so good being able to help her aunt beat me, she pressed her pussy against the cage and had me lick her labia through the side of the cage.

I stayed in the cage until Mavis came down and told me it was about 4:00. She let me out and told me to clean up the basement and cage. I could barely walk. My movements were slow and painful and Mavis smirked that she had every intention of bringing me to this condition, she said she wanted everything I did over the next couple of days to remind me of this moment and what a totally used slut I was. I had no idea initially what her intentions were but I felt every bit of it now. When I finally cleaned the cage and straightened things out, she allowed me to use the laundry sink in the basement to clean myself off.

I wobbled back upstairs and despite my agony, I thanked her for being allowed once again to serve her. The look on her face was one of pure satisfaction; she told me to schedule some time next Tuesday with her and I promised I would.

I made my way out to the garage and dressed, then got in the car and left. Sitting in the car was extremely uncomfortable. When I got home I dashed off a note and then showered. This morning the bruises are there and I’m feeling extremely sore and stiff.