Feb 28, 2013: Mavis' story

When I arrived at Mavis, Hannah was already there, I wasn’t expecting that but its not a problem; I like her a lot and gawd knows she’s seen me at my worst. As soon as I walked in, I stripped naked, everything off including hose and heels. I got Mavis some tea and Hannah a morning cocktail. I made one for myself, too. I sat on a footstool facing them on the sofa. My legs spread wide so my cunt was completely exposed. We talked about things in general. I did the hostess thing again and resumed my seated slut position.  

Mavis complimented Jody on recent things involving some expanding relationships  she's developed. I cannot go into that here.

Then Mavis asked my opinion on Derita and if she should become involved. My thought was that some conversation would really make Derita feel good, because her living situation sucks;  an irresponsible addict mom who she never sees, an aunt who is doing what she can and a grandmother who just doesn’t have the time to give love.  She paused a moment then commented that she’s not as spry as she used to be (Hannah nodded) and it might be nice to have someone come live with her and she might be able to make something good out of that girl.  

Then she went on a verbal rant about how she tried with Jasmine and though it didn’t work out, she still had not given up. From there she transitioned to Karen and how, in Mavis’  mind, she saved Karen from a rough life.  

Then she told me, more as a wise old woman than a domme’, that she wanted me to get with Jas that I need to make it happen and offer myself regardless of what my white girls think.  

She told me I had three things to do; one, to tell Derita to expect a call from her; two, tell Jas that I am available to her unconditionally, and, three, tell Karen about one and two. Then she added that I should tell Molly and Jody. 

The conversation stopped and she told me to get my bag and go to the basement. I did.  In a few minutes, she and Hannah came down. Hannah handcuffed my hands behind my back and had me bend at the waist. She lubed me and slipped the plug up my ass, then told me to get in the cage. I wiggled in, sat against the side and spread my feet to the far corners so my cunt was open and visible to Mavis who pulled up her green chair. 

She made a lot of vulgar references to my cunt and how it’s become a toy for black girls. She rambled a little bit about how black women use me, tie me in awkward positions, kept me vulnerable and suffering. As she talked I squirmed to the extent I could, and began secreting. She told me my cunt was a dead giveaway that it loved being used. She spoke briefly about orgasm control but said that was a topic for the girls who used me.  

Then Mavis began relating sa story about her younger years. In her 20’s she worked as a maid for a well to do white woman in Massachusetts.  After several months, the woman hinted that she would like to pretend their roles were reversed so she could experience a black woman could bossing her around. Mavis had to think about it but agreed. The woman told Mavis what she wanted and even showed her art drawings of black women dominating white women. They experimented. It was once every few days at first but it became almost an everyday thing. It continued to the point the woman literally became a slave within her own household. Mavis said it became insanely intense and she was beating and fucking the woman constantly. This went on for years until eventually the woman paid Mavis a substantial sum of money to move away and to remain silent.  

Mavis moved to Baltimore. There, she worked as a waitress in a nice restaurant. She noticed there was a white man and woman who always requested to be seated in her section. The woman, Anna, flirted and remarked about how beautiful her skin was. One evening Mavis said Anna bumped into her in a hallway leading to the bathrooms. She apologized and dropped her gaze. Mavis said she knew then what this bitch wanted. A few nights later when the couple dined, Mavis deliberately spilled wine onto the woman’s dress. Though the husband was pissed, Anna said very little. Mavis didn’t apologize but told Anna she’d treat the stain and led her to the ladies room. She told her to take the dress off and lock the door. She used table salt and water to soak the stain out then dried the dress under the electric hand dryer. Mavis told her she had a good body and asked if she wanted to go out for coffee. Anna agreed.

A few days later, they met for coffee. Mavis laid everything out and said she had experience doing white women. Anna admitted what she wanted. They went to Anna’s house and fucked.  Within a few weeks, she was slapping Anna around and soon it became a real D/s situation.

On nights when Anna’s husband was out of town and Mavis could swap shifts, they’d fuck. Mavis became more demanding. One night she brought some trampy clothes over and dressed Anna like a slut … lots of makeup, fishnets, skyscraper heels, tube top, no bra or panties and a micro mini so short you could see up the crack of her ass when she bent over.  Mavis drove them to a sleazy part of the city hookers on about every corner. She found a vacant street corner and told Anna this was her place, she looked like a cheap whore, now get out and act like one.

Anna was afraid of being arrested. Mavis told her she didn’t actually have to fuck but she had to stand there and act the part until she returned to get her. Also, Mavis expected her to earn $40.00 and it didn’t make any difference how she got it. Keep in mind this was at least 30-35 years ago.

Mavis left Anna at the point of tears.  After driving down the street a few blocks so it would appear that she was leaving, she doubled back, left the car one street over and slipped into a bar across the street from Anna’s corner. For a while she watched as cars pulled up, summoned Anna over then drove away.  

Mavis told people in the bar what was up, that the slut across the street was a newbie and she was breaking her in.  Without trying too hard, she got a few people to wander over and proposition the slut to show her cunt and tits for some easy money.  Mavis said she laughed as Anna would pull up her mini, show her cunt and ass, pull down the top and flash her tits and guys would stuff money in tube top or her hose. Other people pulled up and did the same. Then Mavis sent one of the men and his girlfriend across the street to bring her into the bar. 

Anna was scared shitless and struggled but the couple grabbed her somewhat forcefully and brought her to the bar. When Anna saw Mavis, she went ballistic. Mavis slapped her, told her to show her the money. Anna gave her $52.00. Mavis laughed her ass off about who in the hell gave her whore $2.00. 

She said there were probably 15-20 people in the bar, working class, mostly guys but some girls. She told them Anna was going to pay for yelling at her and she’d take on anybody, $5 for a bj, $10 for a fuck and ladies for free.  Anna went out of control but Mavis told her either do it this way or walk home without your clothes. She sat beside Anna as she gave a few bj’s, took a few cocks and ate some black pussy. After buying the bar a round of drinks, she still cleared over a $100. It wasn’t for the money but more to prove a point to Anna of how slutty she was for a black woman.

About a week later, Mavis came over with one of the black women from the bar that’d used Anna. They’d both fuck her and beat her ass. By this time, though, she’d tired of Anna’s whining and sold her to this other black woman. She beat Anna up one last time, shit on her and walked out. Within a week, she’d left Baltimore and headed south.  

Then she stopped the story.

I was soaked. Both of them started on me again about my needy cunt. Mavis wanted sex but said the basement is too damp. She left Hannah to get me out of the cage. As soon as I was out Hannah sat in Mavis chair and pulled her panties down. I knee walked over and licked her pussy. She relaxed and I licked her for a long time util she came. We went upstairs where Mavis was waiting for me in her bedroom. Still cuffed and plugged, I went back. She was sprawled on the bed, legs slightly apart and told me to crawl up and get busy. As I licked her, she went the finer points of my years with her and all the madness she’s done to me. Her favorite time was the Sunday about two years ago when Whitney and a bunch of friends ganged me in the basement. She said that was the most fun she’s had in years. I ate Mavis until she came. Then she said she wanted to sleep. I went back to Hannah. She took the cuffs off and told me it really would be a good idea to have somebody living with Mavis. I promised I’d call Derita and ask her to contact Mavis. I left shortly after that.

As of today, Saturday, I have called Derita and told her Mavis wants to talk to her, that I didn’t know the whole subject but it was important they talk. That made her day.