Dec 11, 2009: My Appointment with Mavis

I arrived shortly before 1:00.Mavis had given me permission to enter the house clothed since the weather was bitter and barely above freezing. Vanessa and Daphne were already there with Mavis and the 3 of them sitting in the living room. I took of my leather jacket and dropped my toy bag.

Mavis immediately began scolding me for canceling Tuesday. She nodded to Daphne who came over and shoved me a few times, poked me with her finger, cursed at me and pushed me toward Vanessa. There was more cursing, pushing and shoving and verbal scolding. It wasn’t shouting but a heavy dose of stern, low pitched barrages of words grinding me into bits. I kept apologizing. It felt like an inquisition. Finally Mavis scowled at me and told me to get my damn clothes off. I fumbled at the buttons and stripped off the sweater dress and fast as I could. My bra, heels and pantyhose followed. Daphne and Vanessa began picking at me, reaching in, grabbing me while Mavis sat and watched.

Mavis restored some semblance of order and had her nieces join her on the sofa. First she ordered me to stand and back my ass up towards them, bend over at the waist and lower my face against my knees. She had me reach back and pull my pussy and ass hole as wide apart as I could. They made me stay like that while they commented relentlessly about how humiliating it must be to display myself in such a lewd position. When they ran out of verbal insinuations about my cunt and asshole, Mavis handed me a thick dildo and had me slowly slide it in and out of my cunt and fuck myself. They continued to comment about how the dildo kept getting continually wetter. When I was just short of cumming, I begged for permission and still in the same bent over position, they let me cumm. The comments were outrageous which added to the feeling of humiliation.

They concluded this episode by having me open my legs, hold a measuring cup under me and pee in front of them. Mavis commented that she enjoyed me in this position since she didn’t have to look at my guilty face but could focus on my ass and cunt which never seemed to be satisfied.

She sent me into the kitchen to bring them coffee, banana bread and a bottle of cognac. I served them then she poured a heavy dose of cognac into my coffee. I drank mine sitting cross legged on the floor directly in front of her. She wanted to hear my version of why I didn’t show up earlier in the week and I told her there was a personal issue and feelings of uncertainty. She retorted that my behavior was incorrigible and to her, I was nothing but white trash. She made it clear that they intended to punish me because in her mind, I stood them up.

Without waiting for an answer from me, she told me to stand with my back to them and place my hands behind me. Once I did, she had Daphne take some rope from a bag next to the sofa and tied my wrists together. Daphne was none too gentle and used a ton of rope in tying my wrists and then to draw my elbows together. When she finished, I was quivering. Mavis had me separate my feet and told Daphne to take more rope, tie it around my waist and run it down through my cunt and ass crevice and tie it again to the waist rope. She ran the rope back and forth 3 times and tightly embedded between my labia.

I was still facing away from them. I heard some shuffling behind me then the next thing I knew something hit me across my ass cheeks so hard it nearly knocked me off balance. I turned to see Daphne with about a 4-5 foot length of bamboo in her hands ands saw her swing it again, catching me just under my butt cheeks. I yelled. Daphne hit me two more times and the last blow so strong I fell to my knees in tears and screams and dribbled piss. The pain I felt was white hot, searing, as if somebody cut me with a knife.

She told me to stand up again. I tried and couldn’t; the cunt harness was cutting into me. Mavis hissed again to get on my feet or she’d throw me out in the street just as I was. Shoving the pain in my cunt and my buttocks aside, I eventually got to my feet.

Mavis picked up my empty coffee cup and told me that my piss goes in here, not on her rug. She slapped the hell out of my face, poured some more cognac into my coffe cup and tilted it to my lips and told me to drink. I did. She told Daphne to hit me again. Immediately, Daphne hit me again with the bamboo stick across my lower buttocks and I stumbled forward a few steps until I bumped into a chair. I screamed in agony.

Mavis swore at me, told Daphne to stop and left the room momentarily. She returned with a skirt hanger and a handful of what appeared to be her soiled panties. She sorted through them until she found a pair that seemed to fit her purpose.

She scrunched up a pair, pinched my mouth open and poked them into my mouth. By the aroma and taste, there was no doubt they were dirty. She kept poking them into my mouth, doubled up a piece of rope, placed it over the panties between my lips and tied it behind my head. She couldn’t have me screaming and annoying her neighbors.

She gave me one of her evil looks and held the skirt hanger right in front of my nipples, opened one clamp and snapped it one my right nipple. I yelled into the gag as she attached the other clamp to my left nipple. She pulled the hanger straight out towards her until my tits were extended and nipples stretched until they turned white, and looking my in the eyes, released it and let it free fall. I screamed again. She laughed and said that’d give me something to think about and take my mind off my stinging ass. Pulling me by the skirt hanger, she walked me a few steps towards a corner of the room. The picture window in her living room was off to my left. Directly above me was a hook embedded in the ceiling, one which she used this past summer to hang a planter with a philodendron. Now the hook was just there and vacant.

The drapes and sheers were drawn but she opened the drapes and had Vanessa tie a rope over the crook of the hanger and, standing in a chair, tied the other end of the rope up to the hook. She tightened it until my tits were pulled upward and my upper body was tilted slightly back. Save for my feet being firmly on the floor, I was almost hanging by my nipples. She laughed and said not to tempt her to open the sheers so the whole street could see me.

She walked out of my view and told Daphne to keep beating me until she reached a total of 10. I grimaced and waited. I heard nothing, not even any snickering. Suddenly the next one hit my lower buttocks and inadvertently shifted my position enough to cause a sharp tug on my nipples and the teeth on the skirt hanger to bite into my nipples deeper..

Mavis warned me I had 4 more coming. I didn’t think I could stand it. Again there was a long pause until Daphne flailed at my ass and I screamed into the gag. At Mavis direction, she paused, let the pain settle. She chuckled to her nieces that who would think such an old woman could still be so sadistic. Daphne hit me 3 more times, pausing between strokes as I sobbed and screamed into the gag. By then my ass was a mass of pain and my face streaked with tears and my nipples numb with pain.

The pain across my ass was almost indescribable; first it was numb, then sharp then spread. I figured they probably drew blood. I looked at my nipples; they were totally white from lack of blood flow and distended by the skirt hanger clamps. That freaked me. Mavis came around to side, twisted my face to her, sneered at me and asked if I wanted 10 across my cunt. I sobbed and shook my head no. She had Vanessa untie the rope that held the skirt hanger to the ceiling hook, opened the clamps on the hanger, freeing my tortured nipples. I sobbed in pain. She undid the panty gag and pulled the soggy fabric out. She told me to get my sorry ass downstairs blurted out yes Maam about three times just to be sure she heard me.

Vanessa guided me slowly across the living room to the little hallway where the door leads to the basement and helped me descend the stairs one by one. My ass was still burning and my cunt was throbbing from the rope harness which made this short journey nothing more than a descent into hell.. Every step was an ordeal. When we got to the basement floor, she herded me toward the cage. I dropped to my knees and attempted to ease myself into the cage but Vanessa apparently though I was being recalcitrant and pushed me inside. She locked the cage door, went upstairs and flicked off the light.

I was face down on the floor of the cage, my nipples still throbbing, my legs slightly splayed apart and bent upward at the knee. For a long time I didn’t move. I didn’t know if I could and I was afraid any movement would aggravate the stinging pain across my ass cheeks. My shoulders ached from the way Daphne tied my elbows. Primarily due to the effect of the cognac, I lay there. I wasn’t sure what hurt worse; my ass, my cunt, my nipples or my psyche. I inched my hands back to feel my ass and definitely felt rough inflamed welts rising.

Above me, on the main floor, I could faintly hear their voices punctuated by occasional bursts of laughter. After some unknown amount of time passed I was aware of their footsteps, more verbal exclamations and laughter. I lay there and absorbed the pain. I was totally confused by now. About every time I’d been to see Mavis, things immediately began in the basement with pissing and making her cumm. This time was so different; I couldn’t figure it out.

Shortly, they turned on the basement light and came down the steps. Vanessa had an armful of some things; Daphne carried my toy bag and a bucket. My eyes followed them as they approached the cage and Mavis sat in her faded green chair. Daphne unlocked the cage and told me to wiggle out.. With all the strength I could muster I raised my hips and drew my knees up under me and started scooting back. Daphne grabbed my waist rope and yanked me backwards. That cut deep into my cunt and I yelled. She pulled at the rope until I struggled out then half dragged me to a kneeling position in front of Mavis who was sitting in her faded green chair. My heels were pressing against my inflamed buttocks and that was agony.

Mavis looked me straight in the face and started bitching at me. I didn’t think there was anything left for her to say after the verbal dressing down I received upstairs. But she went back to the summer and the days I spent with her almost on a weekly basis and recounted many of the scenarios of how she’d used me and how she’d worked me up to accept her. She went on the say she noticed a decline in my activity in recent weeks and that disappointed her. Moreover, she told me to look around the basement and realize this was about the only place I belonged and what happened upstairs was a sample of her wrath and a reaffirmation in her mind of what I needed on a constant basis.

She said all I’m going to get today is ass because they’d decided I wasn’t worth licking anybody’s pussy.

She told me to stand and let Daphne untie me. Daphne untied my elbows then my wrists and finally loosened the cunt harness ropes which I carefully slid of. The last two ropes were almost embedded in my cunt as if they were part of my body. When I was freed, she told me to stand still so they could look at me. She then had me squat over the bucket and pee. My bladder was killing me and after I peed I thanked her.

They had me follow them upstairs, down the hallway and into the bathroom. This was definitely strange; I’m never allowed on the main floor. I noticed the red bag hanging from the shower curtain bar. I froze and Mavis caught the expression on my face and said yes bitch, this is for you. She told me to fill it with warm water, shampoo, and add a splash of cognac. There’s something discretely humiliating about preparing your own enema mixture in front of other people. She bitched that I needed a good cleansing and she intended to see that I got one

She told me to get on the bathroom floor on all fours. Daphne lubed the nozzle and inserted it. The liquid started flowing immediately and I groaned until they filled me. I broke out in a cold sweat and tried to avoid the cramping. While I moaned and contorted my face in anguish, she continued to bitch at me. I begged to release but she ignored me. When she was convinced I couldn’t hold it any longer, she let me scamper to the commode and expelled it. She filled the bag again and had me return to the bathroom floor on all fours. She did another one, this time with clear tap water and I expelled that one also into the commode. Sitting on the toilet seat was murder since my ass was hurting from the beating.

I cleaned myself. Mavis ordered me back on the bathroom floor, face to the floor, knees under me and my ass up in the air. Mavis lubed two fingers and slid them up my ass and began twisting back and forth. I winced. She kept probing me. While she did Vanessa undressed partially and dropped to all fours in front of me and told me to start sucking her ass. I went to all fours and began kissing and licking her ass. Mavis warned me if I so much as let my tongue touch Vanessa’s pussy, she’d beat me again. I kept tonguing Vanessa and she kept rocking back against my face. I could smell her and it drove me wild. I wanted to press my hand over her pussy and imagined the sensation but I didn’t dare. With visions of my face at her pussy, I kept licking her until she came.

Mavis raised her dress, lowered her panties and stood with her back to me, her hands braced on the bathroom sink and stuck her ass back at me. Without any prompting I moved behind her, separated her ass cheeks and kissed her rose. She bitched at me to get my slutty tongue up her. I strained and forced my tongue against her sphincter and probed her hole. She went into series of grunts and moans and I knew I was getting to her. She kept hissing for me to keep going, to do more and I responded, sensing I was building her up to a climax. She made it last and finally orgasmed and almost collapsed over the sink breathless.

I thought Daphne would be next but they told me to get my ass back downstairs. Somewhat puzzled, I did. They followed me. There were hushed whispers between the 3 of them. They got the things Vanessa had carried to the basement earlier and tossed a shower curtain at me along with an old stained bed sheet. They moved to a spot in the back part of the basement, between two of the posts that support the main floor and told me to spread the shower curtain out on the floor and cover it with the sheet.

They told me to lie down on my back. When I did Vanessa and Daphne knelt by me with several coils of rope. They stretched my arms above my head, parallel to the floor and tied my wrists together then tied that rope to a post. I was beginning to shake almost uncontrollably. They saw that reaction and gave me tons of verbal degradation. They tied my left ankle to the other post and tie a rope around my right ankle and the other end of that rope to the drain pipe of the laundry sink. My body was roughly spread like a Y and centered on the sheet. Daphne stripped naked and stood over me with this sinister expression. She asked me if I had any idea what happened next. Weakly, I muttered I wasn’t sure. She shot back a look and said I was going to be her total toilet. My body shook.

Daphne made things clear. She said she had to shit, I said oh Gawd no. She said oh fuck yes. She walked around me, letting my anxiety build. My eyes followed her every move. She was like a cat circling her prey. Finally she said it’s time and straddled my body. Planting her feet on each side of me, adjacent to my armpits, she faced toward my body and she began to lower her ass right over my face until she was in a full squat. I was looking up at her ass, trembling like a leaf and unable to move.

Mavis came over and told me to watch Daphne’s ass open and beg for her shit. I looked but I apparently didn’t beg or say enough, I’m not sure which.

The next thing I felt was a whip or belt or crop, I don’t know which, hit my cunt. I yelled. I knew it was Vanessa. She hit my cunt again, this time right against my labia accentuating the rawness created by the earlier cunt harness. Mavis told her she wanted 10 hard ones right on my slut cunt. I yelled that I’ll beg, please don’t whip my cunt. Mavis said too late, I had my chance. Vanessa laid it on me. Every time she hit me I’d jerk and scream. Mavis called me a fucking cunt. Daphne still was in her full squat, effectively blocking my view of everything but her ass.

Vanessa finished the 10 strokes and my cunt felt strangely detached from my body for a few moments as the pain throbbed.

Mavis asked me if I wanted 10 more or would I beg. I thought, I’m fucked. I said I’ll beg. She told me to start begging.

I did, I asked Daphne to shit on me. She asked where, I said anywhere you want. She said that’s not what she asked; she asked “where”. I said my tits. Vanessa hit my cunt again with the whip and I yelled. Daphne said shitting on my tits was too mild for a whore like me. I knew what she wanted and I knew where she intended. But I couldn’t say it. Vanessa whacked my cunt again. Mavis told me we’ll keep on until my cunt is raw meat or I can tell Daphne exactly what she wants to hear.

Vanessa hit me again. I screamed …” my face… my face.” I was crying and I could hear Mavis voice chuckling something like … well how about that she wants you to shit on her face, what a perverted slut.

I was somewhere else, I don’t know where.

Mavis said, go on, and defile her white face.

Daphne lowered slightly more and Mavis told me to open my eyes and look. Her anus as about 10-12 inches above my face and I saw her rectum pucker and flare and this end of a turd poke out. It seemed to hesitate forever then slid toward me. I closed my eyes and felt her warm log plop on my nose, cheek and curl across my lips before sliding down my cheek. Another one slid across my nose, and ended up over my mouth and chin.

I sensed her wiping a few times and dropping the toilet paper on me. Then she got off. The 3 of them stood there. I reeked. I opened my eyes for a moment and saw them, like three goddesses of perversion. Daphne dropped to her knees again and using a rag, wiped it through her shit and rubbed it over my face, into my hair. They laughed and that this gives a whole new meaning to the term “being shit faced.”

One by one, they pissed on me from the neck down to my cunt, carefully trying not to disturb the reeking shit smeared on my face. Finally Daphne’s said she couldn’t resist and pissed on my face, dislodging some of what she wiped on me earlier.

They muttered that it stinks too badly down here for normal people. They left. I lay like that forever. I knew the sun had set but had lost all track of time. My focus was on my body, the pain and the smells and the shit which still coated my hair and part of my face. The pee had cooled and seeped under me matting the sheet against me. I just waited. I couldn’t even think. I could hear them above me on the main floor and I thought about the symbolism of them above me and me lying on a basement floor covered in piss and shit. That analogy was enormous.

Daphne came down and told me she had to go and did I want to thank her for shitting on me. I thanked her. She lowered jeans and panties and stuck her butt back at me and pissed again.

I lay that way until Mavis and Vanessa came down and both pissed on me again. Mavis had Vanessa untie me. She helped me up. Mavis had me rinse the sheet and shower curtain in the laundry sink and allowed me to wipe some residue off with a damp rag. I asked to shower but she refused. I begged but she still refused and said sending me off this way was simply part of my punishment. I pleaded but she told me to go before she made things worse.

What to wear home was a dilemma. I didn’t want to wear the good clothes I came over in. Finally Mavis gave me an old robe and said it was either that, go naked or stain my good clothes. I opted for the robe. I thanked her, gathered up my bag and clothes and left.

I knew I had to find some place to clean up and change clothes. As soon as I got in my car, I called Linda, praying she’d answer. I knew Katrina wasn’t home. Linda answered. I explained my situation and begged her indulgences if I could come by and shower and change. She laughed her butt off and told me to come by.

When I got to her place, she immediately got a whiff of my stink and laughed at the tattered robe which constituted my clothing and the residue and tell tale stains on my face. She demanded to see everything so I dropped the robe and showed her. She went oh Gawd and convulsed in an orgasm. I told her what happened and she came again.

She stripped immediately and wanted me to eat her. I was about as hot as she was. I frigged her and ate her in pure lust until she came several times. Then she spun around and ate me. We talked back and fourth about me, a toilet covered whore, eating her. It was so damn powerful for both of us and we both were crying and laughing at the same time. I showered thoroughly; in fact we showered together, hugged and kissed like two horny teens exploring each other for the first time and we brought each other off again.

I dressed and thanked her profusely. I asked if she wanted to meet Mavis. She definitely does. I’m going to make that happen, and soon.