A Black Gap Girl
Mr. Zyne © 2006

Part IV of the Black Gap Series

What folks say about the ghetto is also true about Black Gap. You can take the girl out of Black Gap but you can’t take Black Gap out of the girl. I am convinced that the saying applies to each of us. That place we call home remains forever a part of us and we never stop being a part of it. The saying certainly applies to Cassie. Though she may never see the town again, in her heart she will always be a Black Gap girl.

After a six-hour bus ride Cassie Arrived in St Louis, Missouri. She got off the bus and retrieved her luggage. She entered and made her way across the grimy, crowded bus station to the exit on Thirteenth Street. She hailed a taxi and had him take her to the address of her Mama’s house in the Ville. As she rode to her destination she reflected on the events that brought her here.

Sister Edna shared a second awesome secret that Saturday months ago. It was that she knew where Mattie, Cassie’s Mama, was. Since Mattie left Black Gap she and Edna had exchanged letters at least twice a year. As Cassie grew up Edna kept Mattie informed about her little girl. Over the years Mattie shared with Edna her trials and triumphs.

Cassie phoned her Mama that day. Through telephone conversations and letters questions were asked and answered. Daughter and mother reached out to each other and worked to build a relationship. Cassie put a lot of effort into trying to understand how her Mama could leave her. Mattie tried her best to help her understand. Cassie decided to accept as truth, that her Mama had done the best she could. When Mattie learned that Cassie was pregnant she sent her airfare to come to her, but there was no way that Cassie was getting on a plane.

When she was into her fourth month Cassie decided it was time to leave Black Gap. She left on a Monday when Lonnie was at work. Cassie left her daddy a note telling him that she loved him and that she would always love him. She told him not to worry because she had found her Mama and was going to live with her. She chided him, ‘Please don’t be sorry for anything we did. It was not your fault. Things happened because I wanted them to happen.’ She ended the note with, ‘Daddy, I have no regrets’.

The taxi stopped in front of a three-story house with a white masonry facade. Four marble steps led up to a porch that spanned the width of the structure. The roof featured twin dormers, each with double windows. Built in nineteen hundred the home had recently been completely rehabbed. Cassie verified the address and was impressed. ‘Mama is doing good’, she thought.

Mattie was expecting her daughter and she was out to meet Cassie as she got out of the taxi. They embraced and both women wept. Mattie stood holding her daughter. As she squeezed her she whispered repeatedly, ‘my baby… my baby… my baby.’ Eventually Mattie paid the antsy taxi driver and rewarded him with a fat tip for the delay. She grabbed Cassie’s bag and led her into the house

The front door opened to a large vestibule that was furnished with a mahogany hallstand and a matching leather piano bench. The walls were covered with a textured garnet red paper with a damask pattern. The floor was smoky white marble tile. Mattie opened a paneled, oak door and they entered a Victorian parlor filled with heavy dark furniture. A glimmering chandelier was suspended from the high ceiling. The hard wood floor was adorned with a luxurious Persian rug. Mattie put the bag down and they continued through a hall, past the arched entrance to an elegantly furnished dining room and into to a big, modern kitchen. The floor was terra cotta tile and the counter tops were black granite. Stainless steel appliances surrounded a cherry wood utility island that matched the other cabinetry. After Cassie freshened up in a powder room off the kitchen the women had tea and talked.

They had been chatting for over an hour when Mattie noticed the time. She told Cassie that she would take her up to her room and get her settled because she was expecting some one in half an hour. They went to the parlor and ascended stairs to the second floor. Mattie showed Cassie to one of three bedrooms on that floor. It was a cozy room with peach colored walls. Its main feature was a white full sized canopy bed with a shear cream colored covering. As Mattie left the room she instructed Cassie to come down stairs when she heard the doorbell.

The notes of the Westminster chime floated through the house and Cassie came down to the parlor. Her jaw dropped and her eyes opened to almost twice their normal size when she saw her Mama. Cassie was dumbfounded. Thirty-six year old Mattie had the tall, sculpted physique of Tina Turner. She stood with her hands on her hips. She wore thigh high black leather boots with four-inch heels. Her torso was clad in a black leather and chain choker teddy. On her wrists were studded black leather wristbands.

Mattie spoke, ’Baby I am a professional Dominatrix. Men pay me to fulfill their fantasies. They know me as Mistress Nadira. I have been doing this for more than twelve years and I’m very skilled at what I do. Come with me. I want you to see me work.’ Cassie followed her Mama to the vestibule door. Mattie opened the door and revealed a naked man on his knees with his face on the cool marble of the floor.

‘Sweet Jesus’, the words erupted from Cassie’s mouth.

Her Mama admonished her, ‘Hush girl, observe and learn.’

Cassie watched Mistress Nadira enter the vestibule. There she retrieved three crisp, new one hundred dollar bills from the stand and tucked them under the band on her left wrist. Mistress Nadira noted its clothing neatly folded, lying on the bench. She was pleased. She stood before the submissive creature on her floor and addressed it.

‘Worm, are you here to serve me?’

‘Yes Mistress Nadira’, it answered. ‘Please use me as you wish Mistress.’

‘Take your useless ass to the kitchen’, Mistress Nadira commanded.

It raised its face from the floor and on all fours crawled to the kitchen. Cassie and Mistress Nadira followed it down the hall to the kitchen. It stopped in front of a closed door and assumed the kowtow position on the kitchen floor. Mistress Nadira opened the door. Cassie and she descended into a full basement.

The basement had been transformed into a dungeon. The concrete walls were painted black. The floor was a brick colored vinyl tile. There were dimmer switches that allowed the intensity of the lights to be adjusted. In one corner was a wooden St Andrews Cross. In the opposite corner a medical examining room was set up. It consisted of an examining table with stirrups, a white enamel medical cabinet and a metal stool. A large, steel cage occupied another corner of the dungeon. A pillory stood in the remaining corner. In the center of the space was a spanking bench padded with black leather. Metal hooks and eyebolts were strategically placed in the joists overhead. Lengths of chain or rope hung from some of them. An assortment of BDSM implements hung from pegs on one wall. The pungent aroma of burning incense filled the space.

Cassie was amazed as she viewed this strange place. Her years in Black Gap had not prepared her for the bizarre world her Mama ruled. This world was unknown to her but she knew the urges that the creature upstairs felt. She knew first hand because those same urges made her kneel before Noble Bryant and be his bitch.

‘Worm, get down here’, Mistress Nadira ordered.

It descended the stairs on all fours. It crawled down the stairs backward as it had been trained. When it reached the bottom of the stairs it crawled forward to Mistress Nadira’s feet where it assumed the examine position. Mistress Nadira conducted her inspection. As she circled, examining it, she prodded it with the toe of her boot, first, its belly then its groin and finally its ass. ‘Clean your filth from my boot’, she instructed. It licked the toe of the boot that Mistress Nadira offered.

‘To the cross, worm’, Mistress Nadira commanded. It scooted to the St Andrews Cross on all fours. She pulled it up by its ear, and then she blindfolded it, and secured it facing the cross. Mistress Nadira selected a cowhide flogger and began lashing its shoulders. She started with soft caressing strokes. Then she delivered more intense lashes alternating between its right and left shoulder. It squirmed with delight as each blow landed. Mistress Nadira lowered her aim and delivered powerful licks to its ass. It jumped each time the leather impacted its flesh. When she saw that it was on the verge of zoning she stopped the flogging. Mistress Nadira admired the results of her work and traced the welts on its back with her finger.

Cassie flinched each time the leather landed on its flesh. Her ears were assaulted by the swish of the leather flying through the air and the thud when the tails impacted on its back. The catlike movements of her black, warrior-queen Mama morphed into an erotic dance. Cassie felt her nipples thicken as her pussy became wet in response to the dark ballet.

Mistress Nadira returned the flogger to it place on the wall and retrieved a wooden paddle. She instructed it to count each stroke and thank her for it. The duet began. SMACK. One – thank you Mistress. SMACK. Two – thank you Mistress. Mistress Nadira administered twenty-five telling blows to its ass. Its knees buckled and it hung by the chains that secured its wrists to the cross. Mistress Nadira allowed it to recover while she went to get the stool and some items she needed from the medicine cabinet.

Mistress Nadira returned to the cross. She unhooked the quick release links of the chains that secured its wrists. She positioned it with its back to the cross and she again secured its wrists. On the stool that she had placed near the cross was a bottle of rubbing alcohol, a bag of cotton balls, a pair of latex gloves, a sharps container, a package of twenty-five gauge needles and some lacing cord. Mistress Nadira put on the gloves. She used several cotton balls and applied alcohol to disinfect an area of its belly. She pinched the skin on its belly and inserted a needle on one side of the puckered skin until the point emerged on the other side. She repeated the process until she had a vertical row of ten pins down the middle of its belly. The piercing sent it floating into sub space.

Cassie saw the items that Mistress Nadira had assembled and wondered what she would do with them. Cassie was eeeeked when the first needle was inserted in the skin of its belly. The trickle of blood from where the needle exited its flesh eeeeked her even more. Then she noticed its face. Its eyes were vacant, yet its face was fixed in a mystic smile. It had exited the building. Cassie had been to the place where it was. During the piercing she focused on its face and journeyed with it.

Mistress Nadira waited for it to descend from its endorphin induced high. She was now ready for the climax of her scene. She got the lacing cord and started wrapping it tightly around its cock. She started at the base wrapping in one direction being careful not to overlap. She ended the wrap where the head joins the shaft. Suddenly Mistress Nadira pulled the end of the cord at the base of its cock, causing its cock to twirl around rapidly like a helicopter’s rotor. Its primal scream filled the dungeon. Its body as taut as a bowstring reared up on its toes and stretched toward the ceiling quivering in pain. Then it collapsed like a punctured balloon.

Cassie was amazed and viewed the spectacle with disbelief. Had she really witnessed what she thought she had seen? She looked to be sure that its cock was still intact. Its cock was still there but it hung limp like a wilted lily. ‘Mama is a demon from hell’, she thought.

Mistress Nadira removed the needles from its belly and discarded them in the sharps container. She used cotton balls to apply alcohol to clean its wounds. She removed the blindfold and unbuckled the cuffs that restrained its wrists. She stepped back. It went to its knees and kissed Mistress Nadira’s boots to show its gratitude for the session.

‘Worm, get out of my sight’, Mistress Nadira ordered.

It rose to its feet and then hurried to the stairs and was gone.