Feb 22, 2010: With Mavis

Mavis allowed me to enter her house before I undressed. She immediately asked if I had something for her to read about my weekend and I told her yes, in my purse. She didn’t get it or allow me to show it to her. Instead she sent me to the basement naked, followed me down and cuffed my hands behind me, directed me in to the cage and locked me inside. Without saying anything she returned upstairs, turned out the light and slammed the basement door. I figured I was in trouble. She hadn’t even taken the time to bitch at me, slap me, piss at me or anything. I was extremely concerned.

I had no idea how much time passed but the urge to pee increased and eventually I just let it flow over the bottom pan of the cage and ended up sitting in it. On a couple of occasions I could hear her voice, presumably talking on the phone but there was no way I could make anything of the conversation. Other than that, my environment was timeless and dark and beginning to reek of my own piss.

I sat there and thought of everything imaginable. I figured she’d read my blog entries I’d printed off about Whitney on Friday and Molly and Rhonda on Sunday. After I heard her on the phone again, the third call she’d presumably made, she flicked on the light and came the stairs. Again she didn’t say a word but raised her skirt, pulled her panties aside and pissed on me then went back upstairs, once again leaving me in darkness and squalor.

A shorter period of time passed and she returned and unlocked the cage and motioned me out. She removed the cuffs and sat in her old green chair and told me to kneel in front of her. Then she began …

She said she’d read what I brought and was reiterated how she felt about Molly and her friends. Then she said at least I’d had the sense to see Whitney who to her is a precious child. Molly and friends to her are just diversions and I’d be punished later but it was obvious that Whitney knew how to use me properly. She had me stand and stick my ass back at her so she could see if there were any traces of Rhonda spanking me; there were none and she told me to kneel again. I did.

She raised her skirt, had me lick her pussy. I had some difficulty getting her off but kept going until she told me I was where I needed to be. She eventually squeezed off an orgasm and relaxed. I kept my face at her pussy while she stroked my hair and actually thanked me for being patient.

I thought she’d changed her mood but I was really wrong. She positioned me leaning over the cage, feet spread apart, hips at the top edge of the cage and hands reaching around the cage like I was hugging the cage. While I remained like that she tied my ankles to the outside lower corners of the cage and my wrists to the opposite corners. In essence I was draped over it on my tummy.

She told me it was time to pay for my sins of letting Rhonda and Molly use me and that her spanking would definitely be harsher. She used her crop and started beating my ass, then moved down the backs of my thighs. She aimed a few at my cunt and hit it until I felt like I was on fire. Then she went back to my butt then to my shoulders. Every so often she’d pause to tell me how much more advanced black girls were than white girls and people like Whitney knew how to handle me. I was shedding tears. My tits were pressed flat against the top of the cage and partially sticking through to the inside of the cage. She found a way to stick the crop through and whip my nipples from underneath. I yelled.

She let me rest for a while and told me she’d talked to Joan who was over at Katrina’s. She bragged about knowing some future plans about me and also ranted about Joan taking a part in using me. Once in a while she’d get worked up about some topic and flail away at me with the crop. Finally she pissed on my butt and cunt then went upstairs, leaving tied over the cage. This was not comfortable at all.

She came back and said it was about 5:00pm and I thought oh fuck, I’d been down here for over 5 hours. She said she’d untie me but instead went into one of her talkative moods and related that she thought I should rent a vacant house on her street. Why I don’t know; I didn’t ask and she wasn’t clear.

Eventually she untied me and told me to clean up the basement and myself in the laundry sink. I did the best I could. I thanked her, then left there just before 6:00 and came home.