By D.O.
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He circled back around so he was in front of me again, following a hard, short slap on my ******* tush. He had his shirt untucked and unbuttoned, showing off his linebacker physique. Black Master is very cut, with a very toned torso and quite a few tattoos. God he’s such a man! “Now, Dani, let’s see if I understand you correctly.” I cringe a little as he emphasizes my gurlie name. He looks deep into my eyes, his face inches from mine. “You exchange emails with me for several weeks, teasing me with all the ways you’re going to pleasure my cock and be my girl and all. Telling me what a good little sissy you are and how you’d give anything to please me. Then, when I show up and grace you with my presence as well as the opportunity to follow through on all your deepest desires, an opportunity which I might add I don’t give out to just any cocksucking sissyboi, I find that perhaps you aren’t all that serious about this after all. Well guess
what, faggot? It’s serious now! Got it?” He grips my chin in his forceful grasp, compelling me to look directly at him, unable to hide my utter shame. “So now, you cause me to make changes to my day, just to come over here and train you in the ways you are to treat me at all times. That means, respect, submission…and no fucking questions or opinions! Got it, cunt?” I nod wearily, having difficulty seeing through my tears, which are now causing my mascara to run.
He pushes me back down onto my sissy chair and I gasp out as the thick dong invades my rectum again. “You should be at Victoria’s Secret buying lingerie right now but instead you force my hand. Well this is how it’s going to be, pussy. I come over when I want. Obviously. You keep your job, cause you’re gonna need money for lingerie, bondage gear and keeping this place stocked up on booze for me. I like Dom, Grey Goose and for beer? None of that nasty piss-water cheap shit. Make it imports, craft brews, shit like that. Got it? Good. And have plenty of food stocked up too. Steaks, burgers, shit for burritos, I love Italian. You’ll be making it all so you better be a good cook or learn how. When you’re in my presence you will not eat or drink, food at least. The following are substances which you are allowed to drink in my presence: my spit, my cum and my piss. Is that clear, slave gurlie?” I nod in tearful acquiescence. He smiles wickedly,
clearly enjoying the power he holds over me at this moment. He continues on. “Things you will be allowed to dine on? My cock, my balls and…my asshole. Heh, heh. Whenever I ask you if you are hungry, you must look me in the eyes, indicate that you are indeed hungry and then I will present you with whichever part of my body I expect serviced at that moment. At ALL TIMES…you are to treat any part of my body you are orally servicing as if it is the best thing you’ve ever tasted, the best thing you’ve ever smelled. Your own personal comfort doesn’t matter one fucking bit to me. I don’t care if the taste of my crotch makes you want to gag, you will smile and dutifully service me as if that is the last meal you will ever receive. Understand?”
I nodded my understanding, feeling a sense of helplessness as my formerly normal life continued to spiral out of control. “Yeth, Black Mathter.” I managed to croak out around the ball gag. My tiny clitty was throbbing from the verbal abuse as well as from the sensation of being physically at someone’s complete mercy. Black Master smiled at me, an evil sort of grin, without warmth or compassion. “Good gurl. That’s my sweetiepie.” He looked down and an even bigger smirk fell across his features as he saw my raging boner. He smacked at it a couple of times with the back of his hand. “You’re so fucking hard because of this aren’t you, bitch? Huh, my words getting you all hot and bothered? Or is it the bondage? Little of both, I’d guess. Ground rules for your clitty are as follows. Under no circumstances are you to EVER touch yourself sexually unless you have my permission. The only permissible touching of that area by you is in the shower
or on the toilet; both situations would be purely for hygiene purposes only. Otherwise your clit is what it is; a useless appendage that I control. And, sissy, I can’t stress this enough… if you ever and I mean EVER, cum without my permission, you will know a whole new world of pain. I control your orgasms, or lack thereof, and I think it goes without saying, but I’m gonna say it anyway, no more pussy for you. If I find out that you ever got your little dickie wet in a female, I might just cut it off. The only way you’re ever going to fuck anybody ever again is if I have one of my boy’s bring over their sissy for you to play with.” I must have conveyed some kind of look at the mention of sex with another sissy because he chuckled and went on explaining.
“That’s right, gurl. Most of my thugs have got sissies of their own. Me and Jamal been talking ‘bout throwing a couple of you gurlies in bed together, just to get us worked up. Just knowing that it ain’t what you bottom bitches would want is enough to make me want to try it sometime. But that’s for later, cunt. Right now, I’d be embarrassed for Jamal or any of my boys to come over here. You not trained up proper yet and all, not a drop of fucking booze in the house. How’d that look to my friends? Got to remedy that shit, bitch!” He started to walk towards the hall. “Get up and follow me.” I jumped up immediately and started to move towards him. “This place got a basement?” I nodded that it did and that it was through the kitchen. “Good. I’ll check it out later, but that’s where you will begin putting together a little sex dungeon for us to play in. As you can see, I like bondage, sissy, and I like to have a lot of variety.
I’ll leave the URL for a great BDSM site and you’ll need to start purchasing some of the gear.” He must have seen the fear in my eyes and though I could tell he enjoyed it immensely, he reached out and wrapped a beefy, calloused paw around my slim waist, pulling me into his hard, lean physique. He whispered in my ear. “Don’t worry, sweetie. I know how to treat my gurls, I won’t hurt you……much. Heh, heh.”
Again, I was brought back to the realization that this whole situation was spiraling out of my control. I couldn’t think straight, pressed up against the granite-like hardness of this overwhelmingly masculine black stud. That plus the feminine nature of my outfit as well as the total loss of freedom due to the wrist restraints and the gag were conspiring to mess with my head as I breathed in the intoxicating aroma of Black Master’s skin. God I was so horny I was quite sure I would have done almost anything at that moment to feel his hands on me again. I rubbed up against him, mewling in a high voice around my gag, trying to show him how turned on I was. “Oh now you’re horny, eh sweetie? Well soon enough we’ll try to quench that burning inside you but first things first.” With that he pulled out a small digital camera and held it up in front of me. He grinned at me as a look of realization came over my face, suddenly knowing what he planned to
do. I grunted out my weak protest as loudly as I could but Black Master just laughed. “I’m starting, or rather you’re starting a new website. You’re a techie, right? In the computer industry, I know you are so no use denying it. Anyway, this new website is going to chronicle your transformation from straight guy into a cocksucking, taking-it-in-the-ass sissyfag, complete with photos of you, from various stages of your life. Of course we have to get a bunch of pics that show just how very much you like sucking black cock, eating black ass and drinking black man’s cum. Your face will be completely visible at all times in these photos, while my face will be either out of the shot completely or cropped out prior to posting on the site. I get anonymity, you get humiliation. That’s just the way it going to be. I will need you to put together a complete and 100% truthful biography of yourself, including a section on why you enjoy being femmed and
your favorite things about black men in general and your Black Master in particular. I might also like a short diatribe on the taste of my cum and why you can’t get enough of it, that you even go so far as to spit some of my jizz into Tupperware containers and store them in the fridge, for drinking when I’m not around. This site will be up for all the world to see, you family, your friends, your co-workers, your boss, your dentist, whoever. We’ll call the site, oh I don’t know, something like…… SissyDanielleAndHerLifeWithBlackMaster.com or some such shit.” He was smiling that evil smile again, clearly content with himself for causing me so much distress. “You’ll be updating at least once a week, lots of pics, we’ll make some videos, and you’ll be posting some of those gay fuck stories you’ve sent me. Keep writing that shit, gurl. Fuck that shit gets me hard as steel. And that’s what you want right? A steel top, unrelenting and
untamed? That’s what you told me in that first email, at least. There’re your words, not mine. But that’s me, baby. Your steel top.”
I had no idea what to say. It was almost too much to process. I couldn’t stand the idea of all that private info about me being up on a website, showcasing my deepest, darkest desires. Photos of me sucking black cock, videos of me femmed out and moaning while Black Master invades my most private of places. And anyone could see it: my mom and dad, my brother, my ex-girlfriend, my bar buddies, my business associates, clients, old classmates. Jesus I was going to be on public display, with all my sexual fetishes hanging out there.
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He circled back around so he was in front of me again, following a hard, short slap on my ******* tush. He had his shirt untucked and unbuttoned, showing off his linebacker physique. Black Master is very cut, with a very toned torso and quite a few tattoos. God he’s such a man! “Now, Dani, let’s see if I understand you correctly.” I cringe a little as he emphasizes my gurlie name. He looks deep into my eyes, his face inches from mine. “You exchange emails with me for several weeks, teasing me with all the ways you’re going to pleasure my cock and be my girl and all. Telling me what a good little sissy you are and how you’d give anything to please me. Then, when I show up and grace you with my presence as well as the opportunity to follow through on all your deepest desires, an opportunity which I might add I don’t give out to just any cocksucking sissyboi, I find that perhaps you aren’t all that serious about this after all. Well guess
what, faggot? It’s serious now! Got it?” He grips my chin in his forceful grasp, compelling me to look directly at him, unable to hide my utter shame. “So now, you cause me to make changes to my day, just to come over here and train you in the ways you are to treat me at all times. That means, respect, submission…and no fucking questions or opinions! Got it, cunt?” I nod wearily, having difficulty seeing through my tears, which are now causing my mascara to run.
He pushes me back down onto my sissy chair and I gasp out as the thick dong invades my rectum again. “You should be at Victoria’s Secret buying lingerie right now but instead you force my hand. Well this is how it’s going to be, pussy. I come over when I want. Obviously. You keep your job, cause you’re gonna need money for lingerie, bondage gear and keeping this place stocked up on booze for me. I like Dom, Grey Goose and for beer? None of that nasty piss-water cheap shit. Make it imports, craft brews, shit like that. Got it? Good. And have plenty of food stocked up too. Steaks, burgers, shit for burritos, I love Italian. You’ll be making it all so you better be a good cook or learn how. When you’re in my presence you will not eat or drink, food at least. The following are substances which you are allowed to drink in my presence: my spit, my cum and my piss. Is that clear, slave gurlie?” I nod in tearful acquiescence. He smiles wickedly,
clearly enjoying the power he holds over me at this moment. He continues on. “Things you will be allowed to dine on? My cock, my balls and…my asshole. Heh, heh. Whenever I ask you if you are hungry, you must look me in the eyes, indicate that you are indeed hungry and then I will present you with whichever part of my body I expect serviced at that moment. At ALL TIMES…you are to treat any part of my body you are orally servicing as if it is the best thing you’ve ever tasted, the best thing you’ve ever smelled. Your own personal comfort doesn’t matter one fucking bit to me. I don’t care if the taste of my crotch makes you want to gag, you will smile and dutifully service me as if that is the last meal you will ever receive. Understand?”
I nodded my understanding, feeling a sense of helplessness as my formerly normal life continued to spiral out of control. “Yeth, Black Mathter.” I managed to croak out around the ball gag. My tiny clitty was throbbing from the verbal abuse as well as from the sensation of being physically at someone’s complete mercy. Black Master smiled at me, an evil sort of grin, without warmth or compassion. “Good gurl. That’s my sweetiepie.” He looked down and an even bigger smirk fell across his features as he saw my raging boner. He smacked at it a couple of times with the back of his hand. “You’re so fucking hard because of this aren’t you, bitch? Huh, my words getting you all hot and bothered? Or is it the bondage? Little of both, I’d guess. Ground rules for your clitty are as follows. Under no circumstances are you to EVER touch yourself sexually unless you have my permission. The only permissible touching of that area by you is in the shower
or on the toilet; both situations would be purely for hygiene purposes only. Otherwise your clit is what it is; a useless appendage that I control. And, sissy, I can’t stress this enough… if you ever and I mean EVER, cum without my permission, you will know a whole new world of pain. I control your orgasms, or lack thereof, and I think it goes without saying, but I’m gonna say it anyway, no more pussy for you. If I find out that you ever got your little dickie wet in a female, I might just cut it off. The only way you’re ever going to fuck anybody ever again is if I have one of my boy’s bring over their sissy for you to play with.” I must have conveyed some kind of look at the mention of sex with another sissy because he chuckled and went on explaining.
“That’s right, gurl. Most of my thugs have got sissies of their own. Me and Jamal been talking ‘bout throwing a couple of you gurlies in bed together, just to get us worked up. Just knowing that it ain’t what you bottom bitches would want is enough to make me want to try it sometime. But that’s for later, cunt. Right now, I’d be embarrassed for Jamal or any of my boys to come over here. You not trained up proper yet and all, not a drop of fucking booze in the house. How’d that look to my friends? Got to remedy that shit, bitch!” He started to walk towards the hall. “Get up and follow me.” I jumped up immediately and started to move towards him. “This place got a basement?” I nodded that it did and that it was through the kitchen. “Good. I’ll check it out later, but that’s where you will begin putting together a little sex dungeon for us to play in. As you can see, I like bondage, sissy, and I like to have a lot of variety.
I’ll leave the URL for a great BDSM site and you’ll need to start purchasing some of the gear.” He must have seen the fear in my eyes and though I could tell he enjoyed it immensely, he reached out and wrapped a beefy, calloused paw around my slim waist, pulling me into his hard, lean physique. He whispered in my ear. “Don’t worry, sweetie. I know how to treat my gurls, I won’t hurt you……much. Heh, heh.”
Again, I was brought back to the realization that this whole situation was spiraling out of my control. I couldn’t think straight, pressed up against the granite-like hardness of this overwhelmingly masculine black stud. That plus the feminine nature of my outfit as well as the total loss of freedom due to the wrist restraints and the gag were conspiring to mess with my head as I breathed in the intoxicating aroma of Black Master’s skin. God I was so horny I was quite sure I would have done almost anything at that moment to feel his hands on me again. I rubbed up against him, mewling in a high voice around my gag, trying to show him how turned on I was. “Oh now you’re horny, eh sweetie? Well soon enough we’ll try to quench that burning inside you but first things first.” With that he pulled out a small digital camera and held it up in front of me. He grinned at me as a look of realization came over my face, suddenly knowing what he planned to
do. I grunted out my weak protest as loudly as I could but Black Master just laughed. “I’m starting, or rather you’re starting a new website. You’re a techie, right? In the computer industry, I know you are so no use denying it. Anyway, this new website is going to chronicle your transformation from straight guy into a cocksucking, taking-it-in-the-ass sissyfag, complete with photos of you, from various stages of your life. Of course we have to get a bunch of pics that show just how very much you like sucking black cock, eating black ass and drinking black man’s cum. Your face will be completely visible at all times in these photos, while my face will be either out of the shot completely or cropped out prior to posting on the site. I get anonymity, you get humiliation. That’s just the way it going to be. I will need you to put together a complete and 100% truthful biography of yourself, including a section on why you enjoy being femmed and
your favorite things about black men in general and your Black Master in particular. I might also like a short diatribe on the taste of my cum and why you can’t get enough of it, that you even go so far as to spit some of my jizz into Tupperware containers and store them in the fridge, for drinking when I’m not around. This site will be up for all the world to see, you family, your friends, your co-workers, your boss, your dentist, whoever. We’ll call the site, oh I don’t know, something like…… SissyDanielleAndHerLifeWithBlackMaster.com or some such shit.” He was smiling that evil smile again, clearly content with himself for causing me so much distress. “You’ll be updating at least once a week, lots of pics, we’ll make some videos, and you’ll be posting some of those gay fuck stories you’ve sent me. Keep writing that shit, gurl. Fuck that shit gets me hard as steel. And that’s what you want right? A steel top, unrelenting and
untamed? That’s what you told me in that first email, at least. There’re your words, not mine. But that’s me, baby. Your steel top.”
I had no idea what to say. It was almost too much to process. I couldn’t stand the idea of all that private info about me being up on a website, showcasing my deepest, darkest desires. Photos of me sucking black cock, videos of me femmed out and moaning while Black Master invades my most private of places. And anyone could see it: my mom and dad, my brother, my ex-girlfriend, my bar buddies, my business associates, clients, old classmates. Jesus I was going to be on public display, with all my sexual fetishes hanging out there.
