I tend to get myself into interesting situations when perusing the gay chat and dating sites online. This time was spontaneous and surprising. I found myself drawn in quickly.
Chatting with a guy his stats were intriguing, masculine black man, bisexual, average height, muscular and Dominant. Totally a top and someone who expects total subservience. Fortunately, he had a place nearby my home, although also a house in a nearby city. He was a building manager for a small apartment at the place nearby and can host. He stayed and commuted between both places.
He was in His early 40s.
He was seeking a part-time slave, someone to train. He did not mince words with his needs. Total submission was required. 'No' doesn't exist in the vocabulary of whomever services him, although he designates a safe word only to be used when absolutely necessary and a last resort.
This all intrigued me, especially because I'm aroused by dominant black men. Their assured presence alone makes my knees buckle. I actually like being a black man's bitch, and inspired to worship the authentic dominance often a part of the exhibited energy.
Chatting, He seemed interested to interview me for a position with Him. I was immediately agreeable and not wasting any time He invited me right over. Before any second thoughts I was in the car driving to His place. I dressed as He specified- tee shirt, leather pants, boots, and a harness underneath the shirt.
Parking was easy and I confidently followed the directions to His apartment. Ringing the bell I waited an inordinate amount of time, ten minutes or longer. It made me wonder if it was a hoax. Suddenly a gated grill opened and there He stood. Well groomed, very masculine, muscled He stood staunchly without any rmotion. His black skin shimmered in the light. I was smitten,
All he said was, "get in here" and walked me down a hall to His place. It was well furnished but compact and small. I glanced around, noticing a bed in the corner. He sat down, looked me in the eye and said, "pull that chair over here. We need to talk." I dutifully pulled over a wood chair sitting about six feet directly in front of Him.
"This is merely an interview, scum bag. So behave and be diligent in answering Me". "UNDERSTAND?" I said firmly, "Yes, SIR". He responded, "good boy".
"First, stand and strip completely, except for your harness".
I immediately did so noticing His eyes examining all of ne carefully. "Not bad, bitch but you'd need work to be perfect. I expect perfection." "Now SIT".
Putting my naked butt on the hard wood chair made me uneasy. There I was naked, exposed and vulnerable while He remained fully and comfortably clothed, especially His strong black lace up military style boots I could not miss.
Proceeding quickly He asked me several personal questions. I answered them all faithfully and honestly, without hesitation.
Usually in this type of interview one would expect to be on your knees sucking dick within ten minutes, but that wasn't happening. The questions continued for over an hour. He was serious and intent on knowing me first. Turns out His mode of seduction was dialogue. I was following promptly and being drawn in more every minute.
Finally, He stopped and extended out His leg with His boot flatly in front me me. "Worship it, slut!". "Show me your intentions and seriousness in servitude". I immediately prostrated myself and slowly and lovingly carressed His boot while looking up into His eyes. I then ran my tongue over the toe of the boot to the sides, coming back to press my tongue hard into the top of the boot. I wanted His foot to feel the intensity of my tongue.
I licked and worshipped that boot for a long time, my saliva covering it and making it shine. Meanwhile both my hands fondled and carressed the top of the boot. I made it appear to be my necessary duty and the essential life source of my existence.
Every so often I saw the amazingly large bulge in His crotch throb. An admirable sign of satisfaction.
To be continued.
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