Note: Newly Owned 6ft4, Thick, Black Himbo Slave here, looking to write things my new Black Daddy will love. Feel free to give feed back and pass around. If I get enough of a response I might write more erotica series. Maybe even start a substack. And as always, please donate generously to nifty.
It was a long day at the office, the air was pregnant with anticipation of leaving at half-day. I was in another long drawn out meeting my mind drifting in and out of stupor. Just then my phone buzzed in my lap, tickling my already engorged but caged member.
"grunt, prepare yourself well for tonight, Daddy is going to have you, and it won't be pretty" it said.
My mouth immediately salivated, my tight hole clench even harder around my small anal invader. My nipples were cutting into my long sleeve shirt.
"... are you listening young man?" a stern voice echoed, snapping me back to this realm.
I looked up and my Boss was stone faced, his right eyebrow halfway to the ceiling. I nodded profusely.
I work for a small family shop as an analyst. I am very lucky to have been scouted by my Boss. He was impressed by my skills in navigating the healthcare industry, among other things, and took me under his wing to personally mentor me.
From that reprimand I continued the rest of the quarterly meeting with a ramrod posture. Nervously glancing at my Boss who seemed engrosses in the presentation.
We adjourned and he left without even a glance in my direction. I felt a little insecure from that, but I had to rush home and ensure I was ready for tonight.
I was a speed demon on the highway to my apartment. As soon as I got to my place clothes flew off. I ran around like a headless chicken making sure everything was spotless like a Barracks ready for the Sergeant's inspection. I quickly unplugged my hole and popped in an enema tube connected to a powered washer that quickly forced warm salt water into my rectum. The pressure was both achy and sensual.
I quickly popped my plug back in and hiked my hips up into the air to allow water to travel up my colon, sending a joyous rapture of waves of abdominal pain throughout my body. The next 5 minutes were hellish, but worth it for my Daddy. Finally I released the fetid water from my ass with great relief.
I repeated this sequence with machine like precision until the expelled water was a light straw color like Prosseco. My phone lit up again.
"Collar up with a short leash, wear that pink jock I like, be on the bed ass up, back arched and face down. Have the industrial grade lube and a riding crop ready on the dresser. I'm going to town tonight."
What Daddy wants, he gets. There I was, blindfolded, as usual, and ready for mouting. My massive ass swaying side to side as if asking for it. I heard the front door unlocked, he has a spare key. Then I heard him go into the kitchen where the sound of clattering rang out. He was inspecting the rich beef bourguignon I made for us.
Finally, I heard his familiar heavy footfalls, dulled by his socks, heading towards my room. Daddy said not a word. He ran his against my ample hindquarters lovingly. His fingers reached into my ass crack sweeping against the plug. Sending shockwaves down my spine.
"You need to be more aware at our office meetings, I can't have you day dreaming after every little text I send you. Shit will never get done."
"Yes Sir." I replied meekly.
My Daddy, or more accurately my Boss chuckled. He knew how to get under my skin.
"SWAT!!!" he brought down the crop against my tender meat. I bit my lip hard, almost to the point of drawing blood.
"Let's begin, the misses expects me home in an hour" he said with what I imagine what must have been a huge smile.
"Tch!""30, fffffffu""KTCH!!!!""FAAAHK!!!""DO! *Tch* NOT! *Tch* LOSE COUNT!!!!"
The session was brutal, as usual. The skin on my assfelt like it was being someone was swiping a switch blade on it. My protestations belied my aching nub, desperate to burst out of its prison.
"Tch""Na.. ninety, ugh nine" I moaned.
Then, silence. My haunches were quivering from the adrenaline coarsing through my veins. My ass was prickling from the cool air hitting my tender, and possibly bleeding, wounds.
"That looks bad, should do something about that." Daddy mused into his his wine glass. I could hear him sipping the merlot from my cabinet. He of course has kept me a teatoller for long periods of time, but I dutifully stock my cabinet with his favorite beverages. I even make him his favorite cocktails, to perfection, despite not having alcohol in about a year.
Daddy's philosophy is centered around the cultivation of my character through denial of pleasures. Hence my strict diet that accounts for my macros down to the gram on my kitchen scale. Sweets on very rare occasions. And of course an orgasm every 6 weeks, 4 if I'm lucky. Restrictiona that I myself requested he place on me as both a test of my devotion to him and to improve my discipline.
I heard him step slowly to my bed, a clink from the glass being set down on the night stand. Then there was an ominous sound, an unscrewing of a bottle.
"You're gonna feel a little coolness, then some stinging."
A liquid was slowly poured on my ample glutes. An immediate sensation of a burning coolness enveloped them. Then it happened. My wounds from the crop went from 4 to 11 on the pain scale.
"Oh God!!!" I begged, realizing it was rubbing alcohol seeping into my cuts. My favorite sensation, he remembered.
The intensity gave me a heady sensation as I did lamaze breathing to calm myself and stay in position.
"There, there bitch, just drink it in." he said condescendingly as my ass burned.
I cooed at the touch of my Boss' hand on my head, outstretching my neck hoping he would caress my very sensitive nape. That always sends shivers down my spine.
The waves of stinging plateud and were descinding gradually, but have not reached their nadir. I was wafting mentally in and out of sub space. He walked up to me and I felt his hot, sweat breath tickle my auricle.
"Now time to claim whay is mine."
He moved back around to my plugged and exposed cunt, gently tugging at my anus. I was ready to be mounted.
There I was, on all fours, naked and in heat. A quick plop was heard as he ripped my littlebplug out of my asshole. My sphincter pulsed rapidly and painfully, still left slightly agape.
"On your back grunt," he ordered.
I immediately obeyed, holding up my legs by their massive hamhock sized thighs. My emasculated member dangling uselessly from side to side. My face felt hot with humiliation at the thought of the sight I must have seemed to Daddy. Physically I was more daunting, like Goliath against David, but mentally? I was a well-trained neutered bitch, a chew toy for all the dogs in pound.
"Nice and humble, just the way I trained you," Daddy said teasingly as he lightly tapped my sensitive balls.
The pain shot up to my back and I let out a gasp. The humiliation at his hands was getting to much. I needed him in me, I needed his venomous, potent seed to make me whole.
I knew when he first reached out to me via one of my stories that he stirred something in me. His approval and praise of my craft intrigued me. Bit by bit I found out more about him, and soon he peeled my defenses off like like lingerie.
All my bravado and ego, he cutnright through it and offered to "mentor" me. I've never been the same since.
I heard rhe bed creak as he placed himself between my legs. I felt the pants of his legs rub against my thigh as he forced them apart wider.
"Oh God, yes!!!" I felt him suckle and bite one of my hersheys kiss nipples. My ultimate weakness.
He was like a wild animal, devouring my erogenous zone like a striking anaconda.
"Ugghhhh" I felt him attack the next nipple with the same fury, whiles painfully pincering his previous victim. My eyes rolled back in my head, unseen under the blindfold. I spoke in tongues that could summon the forces of darkness. I was completely and totally enraptured.
"MPH!!!" he said with a mighty grunt. A searing pain impailed me to my core. Then a series of piston like thrusts battered my passage.
"Yes Daddy, dont stop!!!" I said through gritted teeth.
He didn't need egging on, but I wanted to suffer as much as possible. I wanted to feel all his frustrations from work, from home, from dissappointment from past close betrayals. I knew Daddy was hurting from both things he shared with me, and didn't share with me. I gave myself to him, became his scapegoat in that moment of lust. I became his refuge, everything else melting in that moment that we shared.
He started picking up tempo and my asshole started to form a vice grip of equal parts response to arousal and damage from his strokes.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!" He roared with spittle and sweat drenching me. He lurched forward and collapsed on me.
Exhausted my limbs went numb and collapsed. I shivered in pain as his lineage leaked from my hole. Minutes passed in silence.
"You did good grunt," he said smacking my face jovially in condescension. He got up, I heard him zipped up his trousers and make his leave for the real world. He isn't one for lovey dovey talk. I waited for my breath to catch up and got up to clean myself up and get ready for bed. My skin was glowing, as if I was bearing his child. I can't wait for next time, I have a feeling it is soon.
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