He raised Himself from the chair holding the handcuffs near my face, apparent and purposeful. "Get up!" He ordered and I rose from my knees. My throat ached from the assault I experienced from Him forcing His thick erect throbbing cock fully into my mouth and throat.
His cock hung out of His unzipped pants. A reminder of His natural, unabashed dominance and superiority.
Standing in front of Him I felt tension. Looking directly in my eyes he said, "so you've had a mere taste, slut. Are you prepared to commit fully and submit?" With little hesitation I answered, "Yes, Sir. I believe so, Sir". He grinned and even snickered some.
"You're a lowly white trash faggot. Fortunate for you recognizing the dominance and the superiority of black men will feed your needly cum sucking soul. Transforming you into a dedicated slave has its challenges, and rewards."
I humbly said, "thank You, SIR! An honor and opportunity." "You bet your tender white ass, it is, faggot", He said with confidence.
He moved behind me and handcuffed my hands behind my back. "Precious little you can do to resist now, cocksucker." "Let Me tell you this fact. Never should you forget it as if you do you will regret it." He contnued staring fiercely into my eyes, "there's a warehouse nearby. If you ever disobey, lie, cheat, disrespect or dishonor Me you will be taken there. It's My punishment dungeon. Trust me, you don't ever want to be taken there. It would be a very forgiving, painful experience. For example, there's a St Andrew's cross, chains, restraints and a bull whip hung next to it. I'm very adept and proficient at using that whip, possibly leaving permanent marks."
"Just never get taken there!", He said with conviction,
"UNDERSTAND?" I humbled myself by affirmatively nodding and said, "Yes, SIR".
"Here's the score, bitch. You are mine now. Period. No compromises. I OWN YOU, IN TRAINING". I simply nodded. "I control, own, and dictate ALL your sexual activites from now on, boy. With that before you leave today you'll be wearing a locked cock cage and a thick leather collar with a metal ring, also locked. I hold both keys. However you conceal it, or not, in the world and in public is your problem. I'd trust you'd wear and exhibit them with pride as the owned white trash faggot you've chosen to be." He continued, "depending on what happens I might even decide to permanently solder those locks forever closed." He snickered again.
"You'll be trained to do domestic chores to make My life easier. Your fucking cunt hole will be stretched so I can easily fuck and breed you whenever I please. You'll be getting some pants with concealed zippers up the rear for my convenience of using your cunt hole on a whim. You're guaranteed that your lowly fag belly and anal cavity will be constant receptacles of my Superior semen loads and piss. You'll come to crave it, slut."
"It'll take time to train you, bitch, and I expect and demand your dedication. You will always do what's best for Me, without question. 'No' doesn't exist in your vocabulary any longer. There will be an emergency safe word given to you, but ONLY use it as a last resort. I will determine if it's warranted, and it might lead you to the warehouse, so be careful."
I began to realize my new reality. I had stepped into it, so I can't have regrets or second thoughts. It's a done deal.
"Lastly", He said, "in time when you're effectively well trained I may share you with my friends, sexually. Depends. Just know most are Superior Black Studs too. Fuck, I may even pimp you out!" He laughed. "You ever been pimped, slut?" I nodded ashamedly yes,
In truth I had been pimped out by a previous Master who found it fun and amusing, especially seeing my discomfort with it. He had this thing that required each 'john', or contact, I was sent to had to wrote a report to him on my performance. Unbeknownst to them I was required to write one too. The Master compared them to be certain I did as told. It was humiliating, but always confirmed the honest truth of what I did. He was prorective so that was reassuring as I never got into a dangerous or abusive situation. Parameters were set firmly. I always returned with a sealed envelop for Him, forbidden to open them. I never knew or told about the contents.
A couple of 'assignments' were odd. One entailed going to the hotel of a visiting businessman from Portland, "straight" married guy with kids, needing extreme discretion. I had to bring a pair of leather chaps, leather vest and Adidas sneakers. Arriving at his room the guy was late 30s, handsome and very well groomed, well spoken and articulate. He would not let me touch him, at all. He kept a distance at all times, even though I made an initial attempt to approach and hug him to make him comfortable. He seemed tense.
Sitting in a comfy overstuffed chair he sipped bourbon while ordering me to strip naked. He stayed fully clothed the entire time I was there. He stared intently at me undressing. Standing naked before him he then instructed me to put on the chaps, vest and sneakers. I did. He explained that he had a fetish for guys wearing leather gear. He then told me to lie face up on the bed and hang my head over the edge. I did and it felt awkward. Looking at him essentially upside down I saw him stand, unzip his pants, take out his fully erect stiff cock and place a condom over it. Approaching me he told me to open my mouth. I did and he shoved his cock into it. He began facefucking me steadily and vigorously. I realized that position allowed him to go in deeply. Still, except for his cock buried in my throat he never touched me. His thrusts however were determined and strong.
In what seemed like only several minutes he shot his load deep in my throat, moaning. He pulled out, told me to get dressed and went to the bathroom. He came back, cock back in his pants and zipped and had me leave immediately with the envelope,
It was simply weird.
To be continued
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