Black Owned and Dominated

[slavejamie]

I am a 34 year old white male slave, owned completely by my Master Derek. Master is a 28 year old black male. He owns my 26 year old, white, gorgeous blonde wife, Kim, as well. I spoke a little about my transformation into a sissy in another thread and I will try to retrace the steps from beginning to present, in this thread.

I first met Kim 4 and 1/2 years ago. She worked as a secretary/administrative assistant in the same office building where I worked. We did not work for the same company, but, at lunch time, in the elevator, in the parking deck, I would sometimes see her. She was a perfect looking, sexy blond. She was and is just absolutely gorgeous. She is 5' 7". weighs about 125 pounds. She has perfect complexion, a toned body and beautifully sized and shaped breasts.

Like most men that work in my profession, I was slightly arrogant, spent long hours at the office and work, drove a nice car and loved to flash money. I dressed in very expensive suits and thought I was king of the world. I always thought women were that to make me look good, to satisfy my needs, to stroke my ego. Kim was perfect eye candy. I wined and dined her and within 6 months of dating, we decided to get married.

I never really thought that a woman could be equal or even dominant in a relationship. Well, I guess I always had some fantasies about dominatrices, that kind of thing, but, the women I dated, they were there to satisfy and take care of me. My problem has always been sexually pleasing women. I have an average size dick, but, am simply unable to last very long when having sex. I can honestly say that I never made Kim cum once and, actually, I never really thought about her needs. Once I came, I rolled over and went to bed or did whatever.

When I married Kim, she quit her job. I wanted my trophy wife to stay home, go to the gym, get her hair done, go tanning, look pretty for me. She did all those things.

I don't know when things started to sour in our marriage, but, after a few months, we seemed very distant. I worked a lot and I wasn't much of a husband. I really never took anything she did seriously and I certainly didn't think of her as my equal. Funny, in that now, she is my Mistress and barely speaks to me other than to give me a chore.

I never had cuckold fantasies, per se, but I would say my fantasies were more about hotwifing. Thought it would be great to swap wives, have an open marriage, that kind of thing. I did have a couple one night stands early in our marriage but she never knew about them. For some reason, I always kind of got hot thinking about my one friend, Ryan fucking her. Ryan had a thing for her and it used to get me hot when I'd see the way he looked at her. Once, at a party, I know that they got a little ***** and kissed for a few minutes. Nothing more though.

As we drifted through our marriage, she tried several times to talk to me, to get me to try to fix things. I was too tired, too caught up in the pressures of my job and life to take the time to listen. I had built a beautiful house, I had cars to pay for, bills, I was a rising star in my firm. I never even gave her concerns a second thought. The sex started to dry up between us, we spent less and less time together.

One night, I was working late and she texted me to tell me she was going out with friends. After I left the office, I had to pick up some documents from an office several blocks from my downtown office. I got the documents and decided to stop at a little bar, nearby, for a couple drinks. The place was pretty crowded but I found a spot at the bar, ordered my drink and surveyed the women in the bar and restaurant area. Off in the distance, at a table, I saw a pretty blond and knew right away it was Kim. Her back was to me, but, I could tell it was her. She had her hair pulled back, she wore hoop type earrings, a black sweater, jeans and a pair of leather, knee high boots that I bought her. She was sitting with a black man and he faced me. I immediately saw that she was rubbing his hand with her hand on top of the table. I also saw that she had slid her left foot out of her left boot and was rubbing her socked foot up and down his leg.

I was speechless and stunned. My first instinct was to go over and ask what the hell was going on but I was frozen, scared. Instead, I quickly left the bar out of the other door. I went to my car and just sat there, staring at the bar/restaurant, wondering what to do. I thought of going back in, I thought of calling her on her cell phone, but, I did neither. An hour or so later, they came out of the bar. He was a tall, strong, good looking black guy. As they walked, her left hand rubbed his lower back and ass. After a few steps, he stopped, took her in his arms and kissed her. She rubbed his ass while they kissed. They turned into a parking garage and I started my car and went home.

I was sick, angry, scared, I don't know how to describe it. I tried to stay up to wait for her to come home, but, by 2:00, I fell asleep. She wondered in at 4:00 a.m. and as soon as she got in bed, I could smell the sex on her. I said nothing, pretended I was asleep.

The next day was Saturday and when I woke up, she was already gone. She had taken a shower. I went to her dirty clothes hamper, saw her black panties under her jeans. I took them out and saw the dried cum on her crotch.

 

[slavejamie]

I decided to confront her when she came home. I was not about to let my wife cheat on me. When she came in, I was waiting for her and told her I knew what she had done the evening before. She didn't try to deny it, didn't lie, she simply laughed and said, "Well, good, I'm glad you know." I told her whatever was going on needed to end, she said she would continue to do what she wanted and that she didn't feel bad because she had begged me to fix our problems and I didn't care. I only cared now because she was with another man.

We fought terribly and she said she wanted a divorce and left the house. She was gone for a week and never called once. In the meantime, my life was falling apart. I couldn't believe that she had left and was begging me to take her back. I had no idea where she was and I spent every night, angry, hurt, crying.

I finally broke down and called her and was surprised she answered the phone. She sounded angry and said she had nothing to say to me, the marriage was over. I did the worse thing I could do, I began to get emotional and begged her to come home. I sometimes wonder what life might have turned out like had I not done that. The truth is though, I couldn't stand to be apart from her, couldn't stand to know that I had lost her, I thought about her every waking moment of that week. It was like some insane obsession, I couldn't stop thinking about her.

She agreed to come to the house only to talk. When she came, she laid it all out, she had been seeing Derek for a couple weeks, she had, in fact, had sex with him in our house prior to the night I saw them out. She also confessed that she had fucked Ryan, my friend, on more than one occasion. But, she told me, Derek was who she wanted to be with it. She loved me but was no longer in love with me.

I was wounded, crushed, but I just needed her to be home, I don't really understand why. I had ignored her needs and wants when things were good between us, now I was desperate to have her home. I told her she could move home, keep doing what she was doing. She gave me a sad look and said, "You're not going to be happy knowing I'm with someone else. No." I pleaded with her, begged her and, finally, she seemed to soften a bit. In my mind, I thought that I could win her back if she came home. She told me she couldn't see that happening, she had tried with me and it was time to move on with someone else. She said that if she came home, we would be like roommates and I certainly didn't want that. I told her I could live with it.

She admitted that she had been staying with a friend and felt she had overstayed her welcome, there. She came home, but, really, we had no relationship. She slept in the master bedroom the first night, I tried to climb into bed with her but she told me she would not sleep in the same bed as me. So, I said I would sleep in one of the guest bedrooms.

My mind was on overdrive, I couldn't sleep, I began having strange sexual fantasies in my mind of her having sex with Derek and the two of them laughing about me. It got me so horny, I jacked off many nights to the thought of her fucking Derek or Ryan.

She was gone a lot and I assumed she was seeing Derek. She was very cold, very distant with me and seemed to become crueler as the days passed. One night, she was home and I worked up my courage and asked her to go to dinner with me, have a romantic evening together. She said "no." Another night I asked if we could just spend a night together, in bed, and again the answer was "no." She seemed annoyed that I would even ask.

Then, one day, I came home and there was another car in the driveway. When I came inside, I saw Derek sitting on the couch next to Kim. I walked in the living room and asked what was going on.

Derek looked me right in the eyes and said, "What's going on is I'm here to fuck my woman and to straighten you out." I looked away from him, he seemed so angry, so dominating.

I should have left then or told him to leave. I did neither, I just looked down on the floor and he told me how things were and how they were going to be.

 

[slavejamie]

I noticed Kim was wearing a black lace petticoat skirt slip with a very tiny white T shirt. She had her hand on his leg and was rubbing her hand, slowly, provocatively up and down his inner thigh.

Derek almost yelled at me, "Now, I am damned tired of hearing my woman talk about you bothering her for dates, for sex, whatever. You need to understand a few things. This woman is mine now, I control her, I own her, I fuck her. You have absolutely no privileges with her. Stand up," he said to Kim, "and show this worthless piece of shit how you dress for me."

Kim stood up and sort of gave me a wry smile. She looked sexy as hell. She sat down again next to him and he said, "Now, show your husband what you need." She unbuttoned his pants and gently slid them off his legs. I could see the large bulge showing in his underwear. She bent down and gave his cock a french kiss, licking his underwear, then his inner thigh. She slid his underwear off and I saw how big he was. He had to be 8 or 9 inches but his cock was full and thick. She grabbed it with her hand and put her mouth over it, taking in just the area near the head. She made audible "mmmm" sounds as she moved up and down his shaft, taking a little more of his cock in her mouth each time she descended.

I'd seen enough and started to walk away when he yelled, "Get back here bitch. Jamie, that's a girl's name, get back here and act like the bitch you are and watch this." I stood frozen and turned to watch. Kim was now going deeper onto his cock, twisting with her hand, in a trance, making the "mmmm" sound and going faster and faster. He took his left hand and put it between her legs. She spread her legs wide so his fingers could probe her pussy. He slid her panties slightly to the side and inserted two of his fingers in her, all the while staring right at me.

He yelled again at me, "Get those pillows off that loveseat and put them on the floor." I did as he told. He grabbed a hold of the back of her head with both of his hands and pushed her head deep down onto his cock. "She loves my cock, she loves being with a real fucking man." He took his hands and pulled her head off his cock and said, "Show your husband how you like to fuck." She stood up, put her legs over his and squatted onto his cock, putting his cock in her only a bit. She let out a gasp and she slowly, in rhythm, moved up and down, moaning louder each time. He put his feet on the edge of the coffee table for support. She bent her head over, kissing his neck while fucking him. She moaned louder and louder until she screamed out and I saw her body spasm and shake.

I had never seen her orgasm, never seen any woman orgasm so violently. He said to her, "We're not done, get on that floor." She stood up and laid on the floor where I had put the pillows. She spread her legs wide and he got on her, put her legs up on his shoulder and started to pound her. Again, she moaned, screamed as he thrust in and out of her. Her hands ran up and down his back, his ass, many, many times, she grabbed him or scratched him lightly. She seemed to be writhing in pain or ecstasy or both. He was so dark, she so white, and he buried his cock deep within her. She moaned and groaned and cried out, "Fuck, fuck, oh yeah, fuck." Again, she shuddered and screamed out. She had come again. He was ready to cum to, I could see it, he buried himself deep in her and let out a little "Yeah" and started pumping slower. It went on for almost a minute until he pulled himself out.

I could see cum everywhere on her pussy, on her thighs, on his cock, on the carpet, everywhere. She was sweating, panting, trying to catch her breath. She refused to let go of him, her hands rubbing up and down his back, lower back and ass.

Finally, he laid on his back on the floor, Kim was next to him. She rubbed his body with her hands, she kissed his shoulder, his chest, his neck, his stomach. They were passionate kisses. She seemed to be in a trance and I felt like the moment was intimate and that I was intruding.

I felt like throwing up. In fact, I knew that I was going to and ran to the bathroom and threw up. My head was spinning and I was crying. After a few minutes, I stood up, washed my mouth out with water and brushed my teeth. I fell to the floor in a daze, sitting there, scared to death to go out and see anymore.

Suddenly, the door was thrown open and Derek was there. His half erect cock between his legs, standing over me. "You little bitch," he said, "That is the last damn time you're going to act like this." I wouldn't look up at him and he grabbed my chin with his hand and ****** me to look him in the eyes.

"She's mine now, you understand?" he said. I nodded my head. "You're fucking my property, now, too, you understand?" I sat motionless and he took my head to make it nod "yes." He laughed, a vicious laugh and said, "Now, did you clean yourself up?" I nodded "yes." He laughed, viciously again, and said, "Good, now clean me up." I assumed he meant to clean the cum off him (now, after 2 years of this and reading forums like this, I know that's what he meant) so I reached over to the toilet paper roll. He slapped my hand, ****** me to look him in the eyes and said, "With your fucking mouth and tongue. Clean this off me."

I was motionless. He yelled, "Don't make me tell you twice" and grabbed the back of my head and moved it towards his cock. I stuck my tongue out and gingerly licked a tiny spot of his cum. He grabbed my hair with his hands and said, "Not like that, like you mean it, now." I started lapping at his legs, his cock and his balls like a dog. The cum tasted disgusting, salty and strong. I gagged and he said, "You throw up, I'm gonna beat your ass." I managed to do a good enough job and after a minute or so, he released my head.

"That's good," he said, "Now, I'm going to be staying over tonight and I'm hungry. Get the fuck up, get me some Chinese food, I want Chinese food tonight. I'm going to tell you where to go and what to get. I want champagne tonight, too. You'll get that while you're out." He laughed and said, "I'm going to have a little party tonight to celebrate our new arrangement."

He looked down at me, "You're fucking pathetic. Get on your damn feet and go get what I tell you, now. You make me wait, I'm gonna whip your white ass, you hear me?" I nodded and rose to my feet. He told me what to get and I rushed out the door to get his food and liquor.

Even though it's now been 2 years and I am glad that Master Derek took control of Kim and I, I, sometimes, still wonder why I did go get his food and champagne and come back. I was so numb on the drive to get his food, I barely remember the drive. Maybe, I was in shock, I don't know. I do know that when I got home, the Chinese Restaurant had screwed the order up and gave white rice instead of brown rice. That was the first night Master Derek took his belt to me.

He whipped my ass with the belt only 4 or 5 times, but, I'll never forget how I cried when he did it. Small tears, but, tears, nonetheless. I couldn't look at Kim as he whipped me, but, I'm sure she was disgusted with me. When it was done, they ate and she rubbed his leg with her foot under the table. Occasionally, she would look at me with disdain in her eyes. I honestly didn't care.

The worst part was that Master Derek (I hadn't begun calling him "Master" yet) made me sit by the table on my hands and knees, like a dog, while they ate.

 

[slavejamie]

Derek and Kim went through a bottle of champagne at dinner. They took a second bottle up to bed with them. I was left to clean the table.

I went to the guest bedroom and could hear them fucking, down the hall, half the night. Kim's moans were loud and indicated her absolute sexual satisfaction and arousal. I still felt numb, sick to my stomach. My ass hurt from the belt. What I couldn't understand, then, was why I was aroused by the thought of Kim being fucked. My dick was hard. I couldn't get the taste of Derek's cum out of my mind or my mouth, but, still I was hard. I jacked off while they fucked.

In the morning, I woke up and the house was silent. I was hard again and jacked off again. I took a shower in the guest bathroom and decided to leave the house. Thankfully, it was Saturday and, thankfully, I had moved most of my clothes to the guest bedroom when Kim had made it clear we would no longer share the same bedroom. I wanted to drink, but, it wasn't even 11:00 a.m. yet. I figured I would tell Kim that I had gone to the office to work - I know this sounds odd, but, I worried that if Derek found out that I had left to go drink, he would punish me.

No idea how I had let this man into my mind like that, but, I had. I went to the office just so I could truthfully tell Derek and Kim that I had been there. By noon, I was drinking at a bar and I drank all afternoon, trying to decide what to do. I knew the smart move was to go home and ask them both to leave. Kim would be gone, forever, then. I didn't want that. But, there was more to the story, something about the way Derek treated me, it seemed OK. I can't really explain that. I'll say it this way, I found some perverse thrill in it.

I got home around 6:00. Derek and Kim were in the living room. She was naked, sitting at his feet at the end of the couch, rubbing his feet and calves as he lay on the couch.

He was in his underwear and his shirt. He stood when I entered, belt in hand. "Did I give you permission to leave?" he asked. I mumbled that I didn't think I had to ask and, in one quick move, he grabbed my arm, twisted it behind my back, ****** me to the ground and whacked my ass with the belt. "What the fuck did you say?" he yelled. I said, "Nothing, I didn't say anything, I" but before I could finish, he belted my ass twice more. "Take off your pants and your underwear," he commanded. He loosened his grip on my arm and I took my pants and underwear off. Kim just shook her head at me. He pushed me to the loveseat, ****** me on my knees so that my knees were on the floor and my chest was bent over onto the loveseat cushions. He started to use the belt on my ass again. It stung and made a loud noise.

"I'm sorry," I said, "I'm really sorry, I didn't think, it will never happen again." He hit me extra hard and said, "It will never happen again, what?" I didn't understand and said so. He belted me again and said, "Call me Sir, no, in fact, call me Master, I'm your fucking Master, you hear me, call me Master?" I had tears in my eyes, it stung so bad, but I said, loudly, "Yes, Master. I'm sorry, Master."

He eased up on me. "Tonight," he said, "I want steak for dinner. Your wife went to the store and bought the food for dinner, that will never happen again. She is to fucking serve me, not spend time doing shopping. You do all the shopping from now on, you understand?" I nodded and said, "Yes, Master."

"Now, you get your ass in that kitchen and make us dinner," he said. I went to put my underwear and pants on and he said, "No, you cook like that, in fact, take your shirt off, I want you naked - you don't deserve to wear men's clothes." I took my shirt off and went in the kitchen. My hands trembled as I broiled the steaks, baked the potatoes and made the salad. I was scared to death that I would make a mistake - overcook his steak, undercook his steak, whatever.

While I cooked, Kim worshiped his body. She couldn't keep her lips or her hands off of him. At one point, I heard the familiar "mmm" sound and saw her sucking his cock.

Somehow, I made dinner perfectly. They ate and drank at the dining room table while I sat like a dog at Derek's side until he needed something. After dinner, they got dressed to go out. Derek and Kim were going to meet one of Derek's friends at a local club. Kim was dressed in a short, short black sequined dress with heels. She looked sexy and hot as hell.

While they were gone, I cleaned up the kitchen and drank some more. Around midnight, I went to bed. Somewhere around 3:00, they came home. The door to my room was thrust open and there stood Derek. "Get up, you were not given permission to sleep, you should be up and ready to serve me when I get home," he said.

I stumbled out of bed. He scowled at me and said, "Did I tell you that you could wear clothes (I had a T shirt and shorts on)." I immediately said, "No, Master, I'm sorry Master." For once, he didn't use the belt. Instead, he sat on the edge of my bed. "Get down, on your knees, put your face near my shoes," he said. I did as he commanded. "See those shoes, I want you to smell that leather," he said. I did as he commanded. "Now," he said, "take those shoes off and put your face on my socks." I did. "Smell those socks, smell that leather smell," he said. I did. "Kiss those socks, kiss my feet," he said. I did. "Like you love them, motherfucker, like you love them. You do love my feet, don't you," he screamed. I said, "Yes, Master, I love them" and kissed his socked feet, opening my mouth, using my tongue.

"Listen, you aren't a man, anymore," he said, "you need to quit dressing like a man, quit thinking like a man." He said, "Take my socks off." I did. Then he said, "Bury your face in my feet and smell those. Only leather and fine shoes and socks touch your Master's feet, remember that." I smelled his feet.

"Now," he said, "I see your dick's getting hard and that's good. I'm going to teach you, reprogram you. From now on, forget about your slut wife, you don't get her at all anymore. Nothing. You need to start thinking like a woman. You need to be excited about things a girl would be excited by. My feet, my body, my cock, you understand?" I nodded my head and said, "Yes, Master."

He snorted and said, "Good, now take your hand and start whacking that dick of yours while you kiss my feet. I want you to jack off while worshiping your Master's feet. You like that idea, don't you?"

"Yes, Master, thank you," I said.

And, so began my sexual reprogramming. Henceforth, anytime I was allowed to get sexually aroused, to cum, it was only while doing things like kissing Master's feet, smelling his crotch (later, he would stick my nose into the crotch of his underwear after he had worked out at the gym. Also, he loved to have me lick the sweat from his inner thighs or his balls or his ass) or, and I hate to admit this, while one of the overseers had me suck them off or fucked me.

 

[slavejamie]

Master Derek did not live with us but he did and does stay over about 3 nights a week. I left off talking about how Master had me jack off while kissing his feet. Master gave me instructions that I was to stop jerking right before I was ready to cum. I did that and he would have me kiss his feet while my hard on subsided a bit. Then I would be told to go back to jacking off. This went on for about an hour, starting, stopping. Finally, he allowed me to cum. This idea of his to control my orgasms, to jack off only while doing feminine things, went on for a long time and I will talk about that.

The next day he left. Kim and I talked. She told me that I shouldn't be doing any of this for her, that she had no intention of being together as man and woman with me. She made it very clear that she belonged to Derek, now, sexually, physically and emotionally. I asked if she wanted to marry him or live with him. She laughed and said that Derek had other white women that he fucked, she was just one of many. She told me how when she had been in high school, many of her friends had gone out with black men but she never had. All the girls raved about how powerful black men were sexually and physically and now she understood what they were talking about.

While we talked, I put on my underwear and shorts. She shook her head and told me that Derek made it clear I was never to dress as a man in the house again. Male clothes for work or shopping were fine, but, I was not to wear them in the house. I pleaded with her that Derek would never know and she just shook her head. I took my clothes off.

Kim said that if we were going to live together, I had to follow rules. Again, she said that she didn't want to force me to do anything and that she had no intention of being with me again. She gave me a sly little smile, though, and said something like, "Of course, you seemed to like this." I told her I didn't, but, she didn't believe me and said, "You came while kissing his feet, you let him punish you and you even lapped up his cum." She laughed a bitter laugh and said, "You're another man's bitch, now, his servant. If you don't want this, you should get out now, before you're humiliated any more. I know some of the things he has planned for you. You see how powerful he is, how sure of himself. He treats me in a way you never could or would."

She told me that I had to get used to doing certain things: housework, laundry, shopping, that kind of stuff. She didn't know when Derek would need or want her but she was to be ready at all times, whenever he called. She always had to look her best and be well rested. Her sole responsibility was to make sure that she looked good for Derek and sexually pleased him. She looked at me and said, "You'll never have me again, sexually, you know that, right?" I fought back tears and said that I did. She said, "OK, if this is what you want, I'm going back to bed, I'm exhausted. You need to clean the whole downstairs, today, dust, vacuum, wash the bathroom. You can do the upstairs, tomorrow, after you get home from work."

 

[slavejamie]

I would like to take a break from the narrative and talk about my sexual reprogramming. I have written about how Master sissified me in another thread, but, I would like to talk about that too.

The next time and the time after that when Master came to the house, he required me to repeat the process of jacking off while kissing his feet. Master explained that I needed to associate sexual pleasure with serving him, worshiping him, not being with a woman.

At home, during this time, I was ****** to walk around naked, whether Master was there or not. Men's clothes were not appropriate for me to wear at home because I was no longer a man at home. Master had taken my woman, Master denied me any access to my wife, Kim would not even consider sex with me.

I felt very self conscious walking around naked. I'm not small dicked, I am about average. Compared to Master, though, my cock seemed small and worthless. I could never please my wife or any woman, sexually, the way Master can.

Walking around without clothes made me also feel vulnerable, I guess. Even savages wore a loin cloth. 2 weeks after Master Derek first came into my life, he came over for the weekend with another very hot and sexy 24 year old redhead named Julie. Julie, like Kim, was slim and had a great body. Julie was as pretty as Kim. Julie always wore a very short skirt, a tiny T shirt and heels. Master spent the weekend having both women fuck and suck him. I was surprised that neither Kim or Julie seemed jealous of the other, but, they did not.

Julie was married as evidenced by a wedding ring on her hand but she had a small tattoo on her ass which read "D." Master Derek told me that the "D" stood for "Derek" and it signified his ownership of Julie. He told me that Kim would be getting one as well. Saturday night, while serving the 3 of them dinner, Julie realized that she had forgotten her club clothes at home. She dialed her husband and, about a half hour later, the doorbell rang.

I went to the door to peak out and see if it was her husband, but, I saw a blond female. I asked Master if he was expecting another woman and he said, "No, that's Brad, Julie's husband." I opened the door, slightly, covering my naked body with the door. There was a 25 year old or so man dressed provocatively as a woman. He wore a blonde wig, a lot of makeup, a white top and a plaid skirt. He had lacy white ankle socks on and wore a pair of black small heeled shoes.

He had an overnight hanging clothes bag in his hand and he entered the house. I felt very awkward to be naked. He gave Julie the bag, bowed down and kissed Master's feet and asked if anything else was needed of him. Master introduced "Slave Brad" to me and called me "Slave Jamie."

The next weekend, Master introduced me to my first overseer. He was a mid 20s black male with long braided hair. His name was Terry but for some reason his nickname was "Arby." I asked why and Master took the belt to my ass, yelling, "None of your damned business, slave." That Friday night, Master Derek told Kim to suck Terry's cock while Master fucked her. I was on all fours, like a dog, in the kitchen, waiting to serve but could see everything. Terry's cock wasn't quite as large as Master's. Although he looked to be about 7" or 8", he wasn't as thick. His dick was definitely more thin. Kim sucked him while Master fucked her. She came and then Terry came in her mouth. Master came last.

Master had me lick the cum off of his legs and cock. He then told me to do the same to Terry. The taste of semen still was disgusting to me, but, I did as told. That evening, Master had me kiss his feet while jacking off, again. He said that he and Kim were going out of town on Saturday for the day and night and explained to me that Terry was there to further my training.

Terry wasn't nearly as cruel as Master, but, he demanded that I follow whatever he told me. That Saturday, Terry had me go to the store to pick up some lube. He specifically told me to get 2 kinds, a regular lube and an anal lube. He also gave me his dinner order and asked for a certain kind of vodka. I knew, of course, that Terry intended to fuck me that weekend. I didn't know what to do but thought I would play it by ear and see what he asked of me.

That evening, after serving him his dinner and pouring his drinks, he was watching TV and getting slightly *****. While watching a football game, he had me kiss, suck, massage his feet while I jacked off. The same rules applied, I had to stop before I was going to cum.

After an hour or so, he said, "You had enough of that slave?" I responded, "Whatever you want, Sir, I'll do. If you are tired of my worship, I will stop, Sir." He laughed and said, "Derek has you coming along fine, now, slip my pants and underwear off." I did as told and saw his cock was erect and very, very hard. He spread his legs apart and said, "I love it when a nice white slave licks my balls. Bury your face in there and lick those balls. Keep whacking your dick, too, but don't you dare cum." I started to lick the inner part of his thighs, where his shaft met his groin and I licked his balls. I did that for a few minutes and felt like I had to cum, so I stopped jacking off. After a few minutes, I started again, but, stopped a few minutes later because I had to cum. He told me, "Lick my cock, now, bitch." I did that and again resumed jacking off.

Finally, he said, "Now, it's time for you to suck my cock. You ever suck a cock before, boy?" I told him I had not. "Well," he said, "open that mouth wide and don't let your teeth scrape it." I tried to take only a little of him in my mouth and, even that made me gag. He grabbed my chin and said, "Don't gag and don't stop. You don't want me to whip that ass of yours do you?" I whispered, "No Sir."

I did my best not to gag and to give him a good blow job. I must have done OK because he started to rock his groin back and forth, grabbing the back of my head with his hands, thrusting his cock deeper and faster into my mouth. I was ready to cum, but stopped jacking off when he blew his load in my mouth. Again, the cum nearly made me gag but somehow I fought the reflex and took all of his cum in my mouth. He told me that I could either swallow his cum or spit it into a glass and drink it in sips. I chose the glass alternative.

"You did a good job, bitch," he said, "So, tonight, we use the anal lube." I said, "Thank you, Sir." He drank some more and I was back at his feet, kissing, jacking off, stopping. I felt like I had to explode I wanted to cum so bad but didn't dare until Terry said it was OK.

That night, he took me to the guest bed, put a pillow in the middle of the bed, handed me the lube, told me where to put the lube and how much and then told me to put my ass and hips on the pillow while lying on my back. He squatted over top of my face and mouth and told me to suck him until he was fully erect. I was to jack myself, again, while doing this. After a few minutes, he was hard and he moved on top of me and told me to put my legs up high in the area, spread apart. He told me since this was my first time, he'd try to make it as easy as he could but he couldn't promise anything.

I was told to keep jacking off and stop whenever I felt like coming. He put the head of his dick in my ass, pulled it out, then put a little more of his cock, at a time, in. I will not lie, it felt like my ass was on fire, it hurt to have that cock shoved in there. Once he was mostly in, he started to pump me in rhythm and I moaned out load. He went faster and deeper and I swear that I felt like passing out. It went on for 20 minutes or so, all the while he would say things like, "How's my cock feel in your ass, good I bet." Every time I would cry out, "Yes Sir." Finally, he said that he was going to cum. He wore a rubber, so I knew I wouldn't have to take his load in my ass. Still, I could feel him tense, feel his juice splurting out of him and into the rubber. After a minute, he slid himself out, put his foot on my mouth and said, "Kiss that foot and cum, mother fucker." I lasted maybe 20 seconds and exploded.

 

[slavejamie]

Terry slept in another guest room that night and was gone in the morning. That Sunday, my ass still felt like it was on fire. When Master and Kim came home, Master said, "Little virgin popped her cherry, last night?" I told him, "Yes, Master."

It was then that I asked to be allowed to wear clothes again. I really felt awkward being naked all the time and that's when Master took the belt to my ass and beat me for daring to question his rule about being naked. My ass was already sore (as were my legs) from the fucking I had received the night before and he showed no mercy on me.

After the beating, he did relent and allowed me to wear panties. The rule, however, was that I would wear panties all the time. I had to throw away every pair of men's underwear that I owned. I went to Victoria's Secret that Monday and stocked up on 3 dozen different kinds. Kim had told me to get size "L" as "M" would be too tight. She suggested that I get mostly boy leg briefs and just a couple bikinis, thongs, etc. until I got used to wearing them.

I wore only panties for another 3 or 4 weeks and then Master allowed me to start wearing other female clothes. At first, I went with mostly shorts and T shirts but I did buy some skirts and dresses. I bought hose, socks and then high heels, boots, etc. Kim had given me an idea of my sizes and always her ideas proved correct. By then, Master had started the second phase of my training in which I removed all body hair.

I shaved my face twice a day (before work and after) and shaved my body constantly. When the time came to wear makeup, Kim gave me some tips and I learned through trial and error. I grew my hair longer and, at home, styled it in a feminine way.

Like one of the links on here talked about, many nights, to get used to being a sissy, I slept in my high heels or boots. Also, Master forbid me to watch any sports that I liked, forbid me to listen to any music I liked and forbid me to read anything I liked. Not that I had much time for those things as I still worked 10 to 12 hour days and had hours of chores when I got home.

Master forbid me to urinate while standing. I was always to sit, like a girl, when I had to pee. Master had me buy a couple french maid outfits to wear when he had friends or Julie over. He also had me buy some very slutty skirt outfits to wear when Terry was spending the night so that I would look my best for Terry.

Over time, I got to feel so comfortable in girl clothes that I actually felt uncomfortable when having to dress in a suit for work. Thankfully, I could wear panties and hose under my suit and no one would know.

Master continued the foot kissing/jacking off theory every time he was over. Within about 3 months, I would get an instant erection as soon as I inhaled the first scent of his feet. This may sound odd but I would see Kim naked and felt no urge to want to have sex with her or be with her. My sexual needs were to want to worship Master's feet or Terry's feet and cock. Master also loved to have me smell and lick the sweat off of his cock, balls and ass after he worked out at the gym. That smell and his salty tastes also got me rock hard after awhile.

Sometimes, a pretty lady would flirt with me or talk to me at work or while I was out running errands. I can't say I never got aroused or thought about sex with women, but, as time passed, it became less and less frequent.

I love serving Master, I love sucking Terry's cock and I love when he fucks me. Often, Brad, Julie's husband will come over with Julie and we will both serve Master and his women. Brad and I sleep together. The first time, Master commanded that we "69" each other. After that, he left it up to us. Mostly, I service Brad, sucking him off, swallowing his load. Occasionally, I will ask him to give me a hand job. In the hierarchy of my life, even Slave Brad is above as he has served Master longer. He has a nice, thinner, below average cock but his body and cock always taste good. He uses a lot of lotions and I like the smell and taste. Of everyone's cum, his is the one that I have no trouble swallowing. It tastes good, too. I like coming, most, while kissing Master's feet and worshiping him. It's what is most sexually satisfying to me.

At home, I walk like a sissy, talk like a sissy, take commands like a sissy. I am a complete sissy. Master has so thoroughly dominated me that I can barely recall my life before Master.

A couple of times, I defied Master and jacked off while alone, in bed. Usually, it was while I heard Master fucking Mistress Kim. Master would ask if I did and I was afraid to lie to him. He beat my ass, heartily, for it and, for long periods, I would be ****** to be in chastity. I bought the CB 6000 and absolutely hated it, but, I had only myself to blame. Master did notice though that while I was in chastity, I was far more compliant, far more submissive, which he liked. Sometimes, Master will have me wear it for no reason at all.

There is much more to talk about. I will discuss things like my allowance, money, and other things in the days ahead. Master has made things so perfect for me, in so many ways. I no longer have any worries when I leave work. I know that I won't have to sexually satisfy my wife, I know that I won't have to be a man and take charge of things. Master does all that and more. I have to earn money at work, clean the house, do the dishes, do the laundry, do the yard work, function as domestic help and do whatever my Master and Mistress tell me. I don't need or want any independent thoughts, serving them is all I need.

 

[slavejamie]

I'm sure some of you are wondering how I can be happy. It's simple, really. I never, ever was able to satisfy a woman with my cock. Couldn't last long enough, no matter what I tried. I always dated women and had women, I just could not sexually satisfy them. I compensated for my lack of sexual ability by doing well in my chosen profession, making money, buying nice things, having a trophy wife. But, deep down, I knew I could never sexually satisfy any woman, let alone my wife.

It was my Achilles heel. I always dreaded the thought of not being able to sexually satisfy a woman. It nagged at me, put untold stress onto me. I always projected the thought that the money that I had, my professional success, outweighed that and should be enough for my wife. Deep down, I knew better. I ignored her because I was afraid that, eventually, she would see that I was a failure, sexually, and a failure as a man.

Once I saw Master fuck my wife, once I saw how Master commanded obedience and devotion from Kim and I, I realized how weak I really was. In a way, even though it was difficult, emotionally and physically, it was a relief. Master has put me in my place, shown me that I am not a real man, that I can only serve a real man. Master excites my wife, ignites her passions, makes her feel like a woman. These things, I could never do. Master has shown me that I deserve to be treated the very way I treated Kim.

Since my cock can satisfy no woman, I am left with my mouth and hands to satisfy someone sexually. Why would any woman want me to use my mouth and hands to satisfy them, bring them to orgasm, when there are real men like Master who can do so with his cock? Men can be satisfied with a mouth and hands. Many, many men enjoy having their cocks sucked more than they enjoy fucking. My mouth is now capable of always pleasing a man. My ass is now capable of always pleasing a man when he needs to fuck.

Slave Brad is a lot like me. He is very capable at his profession but incapable as a man. We are 2 white sissy boys who have learned our true roles in life. Both of us are fulfilled knowing that we are serving a real man and finally really serving our wives.

Master is black and what I like about him and his black friends is that they are able to do it all. They are confident and successful in business and in the bedroom. They know what they want and get it. They demand respect and get it. I guess, also, it appeals to me knowing that most of my life, I looked down upon black men as much as I looked down upon women. Deep down, I always knew they were stronger, smarter, better sexually. They should dominate white sissies like me. Again, it's a relief serving Master.

I also see the irony in the fact that in my former life, if Kim asked me to pick up a T shirt I had thrown down in the bedroom and put it in the hamper, I would have ignored her - now, I constantly pick up Master's and Kim's clothes from the floor, wash them (my favorite part is hand washing Mistress Kim's panties, they are constantly soiled with dried cum and there is nothing in the world like being shown how a real man takes my wife and leaves his seed in her panties for me to clean), fold them, etc. If Kim asked me to do the dishes, I would have said "no.' Now, I do the dishes every night without question. If a guy had told me that he was better than me in anything, I would have argued with him, now, if Master tells me to pick or lick the sock lint from between his toes or to lick the sweat off his balls, I not only do it, I find that it is a sexually appealing thing.

I also love that I now serve my wife in a useful way. She needs her feet massaged, lotion rubbed on, toenails polished, a bath drawn, I hop to it. In the past, I did none of these things and wasted her time sexually. She finally is able to get quality treatment from me.

 

[slavejamie]

There is the issue of money, as well. The house is in my name and Mistress Kim's. I pay the mortgage each month as well as all bills. I pay for all food. Mistress Kim's job, of course, is to keep watch over me when Master is not present and to be ready to satisfy Master's wants and desires.

At first, Master asked for no tribute. I brought the subject up as I assumed that Master may need some financial help in light of the fact that he often took Mistress Kim, Julie and his other women out. Of course, Master beat my ass for daring to suggest that he might need any financial help from a slave such as me. Nevertheless, he decided that I should pay for their nights out, their overnight trips, etc. At first, I just gave Master enough money to pay for such things. As time went on, I began to just give Master some of the money I had left over, each week, after paying bills. Mistress Kim took the rest, save for $10 a day that I was allowed as an allowance. All my gas went on credit cards. Any clothing purchase I made for myself went on credit cards. I pay all the credit card bills.

More recently, Master has commanded a bigger share of tribute. Mistress Kim would not consider any reduction in her tribute. I then just began to work harder at the office, to earn more money to properly tribute Master and Mistress. I have no real need for money or any personal property. I exist to serve them, I really do.

At least twice a month, I also buy Master and Mistress presents. I love to buy Master fine shoes and clothes. I love to buy Mistress the same. I also love to buy Mistress sexy lingerie so that she looks especially hot and sexy for Master.

My $10 a day allowance usually is spent on lunch while at work. If I go to a nicer restaurant, I simply charge my meal. If I have money left over at the end of the month, I give it to Mistress.

Slave Brad and I have talked about this and he has done the same for Julie and Master. Occasionally, I will buy Slave Brad a new pair of panties or a skirt so that he looks extra hot for our nights together. I am very excited as Slave Brad is going to spend the night with me tomorrow. Mistress Kim, Julie and Master are going out of town for the night. Slave Brad and I will spend St. Patrick's Day together. It has been a few weeks since I last sucked Slave Brad off and I'm sure he needs the release. I am able to completely swallow his cum without even slightly gagging. Recently, Slave Brad has indicated a desire to fuck me. We asked Master's permission and he said that he wasn't sure that he liked the idea because Slave Brad might get an idea that there is still some manhood in him if he actually gets to fuck with his cock. Slave Brad and I were severely punished for bringing the subject up, but, in the end, Master said he would consider the request.

 

[slavejamie]

Mistress Kim all but ignores me other than to direct me to perform some chore or task. Christmas is interesting in that we go to visit her family and we act like a happily married couple. Mistress does show her appreciation for my good behavior and acting in front of her family. Last year, she actually was so grateful for my performance that she gave me a hand job. Not a normal hand job, mind you, she stroked my cock from the outside of my panties and actually made me fuck her hand, basically, but she granted me the privilege of an orgasm. I was so taken aback that it took a few minutes for me to get totally hard and into it, but, once hard, I creamed in my panties very quickly.

Master allowed her action, but, as soon as he came to the house, I was locked in chastity and made to lick his feet, balls, ass and cock, repeatedly, to make sure that I understood it was a once a year thing and that my pleasing and serving him was my main sexual function. I also received quite an ass beating for the privilege of the hand job. To top it off, he made certain that I sucked Terry off the day after that and that I beg Terry to fuck me (and Terry did, in fact, fuck me).

Master says that I need to understand that my role as a male is over. I exist to serve him. He has begun to talk of breeding Mistress Kim in the future, but, Master says he doesn't want to ruin Kim's body just yet. Kim, I know, is hesitant as she would have an impossible time explaining a black child to her family. Still, she believes that when Master expects to breed her, she will comply. Master has the same hold over Mistress as he does over me.

Saint Patrick's Day was interesting. Late Friday night, Julie, Master and Mistress Kim came home from the club. They were leaving the next day to go out of town for St. Pat's night. They had a third woman with them, a very, very thin blonde named Amy. Amy was about 5' 4" and probably weighs 115 lbs. soaking wet. She has very small breasts. She didn't seem like Master's type, but, then, I guess all women are Master's type.

Master and his ladies retreated to the Master bedroom and I heard unfamiliar moans which I assumed were Amy's. Sometime in the middle of the night, I was awakened by Amy. She sat on my bed. She wore panties and a pajama type top. She stared at me for a moment and said, finally, that she heard that I liked to worship feet. I told her that I loved Master's feet and she stretched her bare soles toward my face and said, "I love to have my feet worshiped and massaged." I started to massage her feet and said, "Yes, Mistress Amy, what can I do for your feet." She told me to kiss them, to rub them, to massage them. I did so for well over an hour and I was surprised to notice that I had an almost instant erection upon touching her feet.

She talked very little, but, smiled at me often. She said, "I wish I had a nice pet like you at home. My boyfriend couldn't please Derek. He tried and tried, but, eventually Derek told him to leave my life. Poor guy, he went way overboard, always begging to suck Derek off, he couldn't think of anything else but taking Derek's cock in his mouth. He is a complete tranny now, addicted to black males. He used to love to rub my feet."

I told her that she had perfect feet and that I liked them very much. She touched my panty covered cock with her foot, rubbed it for a minute and said, "Yes, I can see you do like them very much. You're a very good pet." I thanked her for the compliment and she said, "There really is no room in Kim and Derek's bed, is there a bed in one of the other guest rooms?" I told her that there were and each had fresh linens on them. She went to one of the rooms, closed the door and, I guess, went to sleep.

The next day, Saturday, Slave Brad came over. I had some green beer and Slave Brad and I drank a lot. Slave Brad was very horny and wanted a blow job while we were down in the living room watching TV. I eagerly complied and let him lay on the couch while I sucked his nice, little cock. I loved to suck Slave Brad's little cock. I loved to see it get hard in his panties. Master had informed Slave Brad and I that we were not allowed to have anal sex.

When we went to bed, Slave Brad was hard again and wanted badly to take my ass. I told him that Master had said "no" and we had to live with that. Slave Brad started to say something and then stopped and said, "You're right, suck me off again." I eagerly sucked his cock again. I enjoyed pleasing Slave Brad and I know he enjoyed the oral sex. I also know that he loved blowing his load in my mouth. I enjoyed swallowing his cum, he always tasted good. I asked Slave Brad if he would jack me off and he agreed. I kissed Slave Brad's neck and ear while he jacked me off.

Slave Brad was still horny the next day and suggested that I blow him again before he took a shower and got ready for Master's return. I, again, eagerly complied.

Master and the Mistresses came home, laughing. They had a wonderful night out of town celebrating St. Patrick's holiday. Master was so happy that he had Slave Brad kiss one of his feet and I the other and allowed us both to jack off worshiping his manhood. A great weekend all the way around!

 

[waynerobertson]

Great stuff! Keep up the good work!

 

[debbiescuckboy]

Good story, keep it up!

 

[slavejamie]

Thank you for the compliments. So, I would like to discuss many things that have occurred over the last couple of years, including my training, my servitude and my worship of Master and Mistress, however, something a little different happened last night and I would like to talk about that.

When I arrived home after work, Master was there. Master is rarely ever over on Mondays, but, yesterday, he was. When I came in the door, I immediately went into the downstairs bathroom to change into my sissy clothes, fix my hair, apply my make up, etc. It is very important that at all times I present myself to Master and Mistress as a sissy and dressed appropriately.

Mistress and Master were in the living room. Mistress wore a very short, plaid, miniskirt with a front tie crop top. She wore no panties and no bra. She was kissing Master's strong shoulders and neck as she sat next to him on the couch. Master was watching some story on the NFL on TV and rather casually fingering and rubbing Mistress's pussy.

I went to the living room to make certain Master's drink was fresh and whether he needed anything. Mistress Kim whispered something in his ear and he laughed out loud. "Tell your sissy husband what you just said," Master exclaimed. Kim nuzzled against his neck and said, "I said I need your cock, I'm soaking wet." Master chuckled and said, "Well, go ahead and suck that cock for a minute." Mistress Kim dropped to the floor, on her knees, slid Master's shorts and underwear off and immediately started to give him a blow job. She was clearly very horny and sucked quickly and deeply. Master playfully ran his hands through her blonde hair and said, "See how your slut wife loves my cock, did she ever beg to suck your cock?" I said, "No Master, never." He laughed out loud. Mistress Kim stopped sucking after a minute and said, "Please, Derek, let me ride that cock." Master simply nodded and Kim stood up, knelt over him and started to fuck him. She was really going up and down quickly, moaning out loud and after just a minute or two, she moaned very loudly, her body shook and her head and chest slouched over against Master/s chest and shoulders.

"Go on, on the floor, now," Master said. I ran to get the pillows, through them on the floor and Mistress Kim laid on them. Master shook his head, "No, no, on your hands and knees today." Kim got on her hands and knees, Master approached her from behind, dropped to his knees, lifted her skirt up and fucked her from behind. Kim shrieked and moaned so loudly, I wanted to cover my ears. Master fucked her deeply, slapping her ass with his hand as he went in and out. His other hand would grab her hair while he fucked. Mistress Kim screamed out, "Oh, fuck, oh yeah, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...." Master said, "Yeah, I'm fucking you, you want it faster?" Kim, between moans, said, "Fuck yeah, faster, oh fuck, faster, whatever you want...." Kim screamed and moaned out and shook and came again. After that, Master finally slowed down, tensed and blew his load in her.

Mistress Kim fell to the floor, in a heap, panting and gasping for air. Cum was dripping from her pussy, on her legs, on the carpet, on Master's cock and legs, it seemed to be everywhere. Master laid back on the pillows on the floor, spread his legs apart, slightly, lifted his knees up and said, "Clean me up, bitch." That was my cue and I dropped to my knees, licking all of Master's cum that was on his cock and legs. I gently kissed his cock while I cleaned him. He told me to lick up his cum that had dripped to the floor and I gladly did so. Mistress crouched over me, while I lay on my back, and let what was left of Master's cum drip out of her pussy and into my mouth.

Mistress went to take a shower and Master said, "You have other work to do tonight. You need to get over to Amy's condo and clean it tonight. Since her boyfriend left, the place hasn't been cleaned and taken care of. She needs you to clean the condo, do her clothes, that kind of shit, you understand?" I nodded and said, "Yes, Master."

Master said, "I want you to wear your French Maid outfit, with hose and fix your makeup and hair, you look like shit." I ran to the closet, got my outfit on and fixed myself up. My cum cleaning duties had messed up my makeup and my hair. I cleaned up and fixed myself up. I put my black thigh highs and black platform sandal heels on. Those particular shoes had a little leather band that goes around your lower leg, near your ankle, and then snaps to keep the strap in place.

I ran out and Master said, "You're starting to look pretty good. I want you to stay thin, I like my white boy bitches thin." Truthfully, Master had been nearly starving me, lately, in an effort to keep me very, very thin. He told me where Mistress Amy lived and I headed out to the car to get to her condo.

I noticed as I drove that I am never self conscious anymore about being in women's clothes when I leave the house. I usually wear men's clothes when I leave unless I am doing certain tasks such as cleaning Master's home.

I arrived at Mistress Amy's house and she let me in. She was dressed in a black skirt outfit with hose. I had learned over the weekend that Mistress Amy was a young attorney in a big firm downtown. She had a riding crop in her hand.

She smiled at me and said, "My very own pet and servant for the night, come in." I followed her to the living room and she sat on her couch. "Take these shoes off, Pet, and massage and worship my feet while I tell you what's expected of you tonight," she said. I slid her first shoe off and immediately pressed my face against her sweet smelling, leathery smelling feet. Her foot was damp with sweat but smelled incredible. I noticed I had an instant erection. She laughed and said, "It's going to be a long night."

 

[duke9555]

Good story, keep it up!

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