June 23 2010: Mavis Basement

I arrived around 1130 and entered nude as always. She asked me if I still felt the same way I did when we talked on the phone earlier in the morning. I said yes. We went into the kitchen and she poured me a large glass of wine. I drank and she refilled it.

Without too much fanfare she escorted me nude to the basement where she assumed her position in her chair. I raised the hem of her ankle length caftan and found she wasn’t wearing any thing underneath. I knelt and began eating her slowly, listening to her direct where she wanted my tongue and my hands. I worked her for a very long time, running my hands under her garment to arouse her nipples and bring her breasts into play. I focused my lips and tongue on her pussy and ass until she had an orgasm.

She stroked my hair then had me stand with my hands clasped behind me and my legs separated. As soon as I did, she got up and cuffed my hands behind me then started spanking my cunt until I was throbbing. Some of the spanks were in rapid fashion, one right after the other. Then she’d slow her pace and deliver one about every 4 or 5 breaths. When I’d approach an orgasm, she’d stop, then resume with more spanks. Finally, she rammed 2 fingers in me and kept going until I came.

She got my glass of wine and poured the rest of it slowly down my throat.. Then she wrapped leather cuffs around my ankles, motioned me to the cage and locked me inside. I was sitting against the side of the cage, the long side, and she had me place my feet into the opposite corners where the sides of the cage meet the floor pan. From there she worked ropes through the d-rings on the cuffs, tying the ropes off on the outside of the cage. She pissed at me.

She said she’d like to gag me but for safety reasons she wouldn’t since it may be quite some time before I saw her again. I nodded. She told me to have a pleasant afternoon and went upstairs, turning off the light and shutting the door.

The basement was cool, a welcome change from the high 90’s heat outside. I pissed. Then I just sat there. For some reason I felt I needed this; to be locked away from everything and time to sort out my thoughts. I could hear her singing and puttering around upstairs for a while then I heard nothing and figured she was napping. I did the same, floating in and out, ignoring the position when became more demanding as time passed. I’d asked for the confinement; however, my legs spread and my feet tied to the corners of the cage … totally her twist.

Once she opened the door at the top of the stairs and asked if I was okay, I said yes. She shut the door.

I drifted back to the beginning of all this, what I call the beginning … 32 months ago … when I had my first encounter with Lisa. I worked my way forward from that, sorting out the good times, the not so good times. I went through a bunch of stuff, trying to determine where I am right now in my relationships. I probably dozed off 3 or 4 times, pissed twice more. My legs ached, inner thighs, but there was nothing I could do about it so I endured. I thought through more things. I faded

I heard people upstairs … like another set of footsteps in addition to hers. I wondered if the baby cam was on. I didn’t really see it but that didn’t mean she hadn’t positioned it somewhere else. I could hear muffled conversation and some laughing. I figured the baby cam was somewhere, so I shook my tits back and forth and sure enough, I heard a fresh burst of laughter. I heard more talking then the front door shutting. Then there was nothing. I expected her to come down but she didn’t. I calmed down and dozed.

The light and sound of her footsteps on the stairs woke me. She didn’t say a lot, just came over and pissed on me again.

I asked her who that was. She shrugged it off and said someone with a wicked idea. I asked what that meant. Her answer was … someday very soon I’d find out. Then she laughed and said they were two Jehovah's Witnesses women who came to convert her but she saw them staring at the baby cam monitor like they couldn't figure out what it was. When I moved and shook my tits, one of them screamed, one laughed before she caught herself. Anyway, they left but they’ll be back. I didn’t know whether to believe her or not.

She unlocked the cage then bent and untied the ropes restraining my feet. Moving my legs hurt but things came back to normal fairly quickly. I rolled toward the open cage door and worked my way out. She uncuffed me and let me stand and move around. I spent some time cleaning things and asked if I could take a real shower. She was in a good mood and let me.

We talked about the party last night. I thanked her for the afternoon and she assured me another one would soon follow. I went to the garage, dressed and left.