Encounters with a Dominant Black Master

The reality of my enslavement to a Dominant Black Master sinks in fast. It happened so quickly, like predator on prey; but it's not going to change anything. I have no power, no control, no rights. My sole role to Him is complete and total submission.

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Thoughts race through my mind, rapidly. Another pimping 'assignment' I recall was also weird. I called him "the scratcher". Arriving at his apartment I had been told he exclusively wants to be scratched over his entire body. Strange. Plus he would scratch me. Sort of an ordinary guy I did as I was told, to scratch. He really got off on it. At one point he attempted to sexually take advantage of the situation but I stopped him. That wasn't what he ordered. He obloged and frankly I didn't want any deviations fron assignment protocol in his report.

My newly acquired Dominant Black Master asked the question and I honestly answered. I have no idea if He was surprised yet He now knows I'm experienced. Not sure that grants any higher status in the scheme of my submission.

He grabbed my shoulders firmly. "Lastly, be aware that at the end of three months of training, if successful, you will sign a slave contract. It will include your fingerprints. That date may fluctuate based on acquired ability but it's the target. To remind you, 'no' doesn't exist for you. You must. Along with it you'll be registered in an online gay slave registry as my owned property and be given a bar code. That code will be glued to your buttocks for identification of your status. It might eventually be tatooed on you."

It was so much to take in at once.

He continued, "since you don't live here full time yet, there's a strict protocol to be followed. First I will develop a schedule of when you must be here, plus available if and when I ever text you. Every morning and evening you will text me, when getting up to when you go to sleep. I will give you a set of daily rules to be followed, including what you must wear daily. I must have as much access to you as possible. You no longer have your own free time."

As I stood attentively listening to every word He left momentarily and returned with the cock cage and collar. He first fastened the thick heavy collar tightly around my neck and locked it firmly. It was approximately two inches wide so difficult to discretely conceal. As He told me, it's my problem. Next He fastened the cock cage around my flaccid penis and balls. Also locked furmly in place.

Next He took out a camera and photographed me, similar to mug shots. "Some of these will be posted online. I intend to exhibit you proudly, as my property." "You look like the pig whore you're meant to be, cocksucker, so be happy."

"Now, get up on the bed, face down." I promptly got up there struggling some while handcuffed behind my back. "Look at that tight pink pucker hole!" "It's begging to be fucked with a black man's semen spewed deep in your cunt hole. You have no idea the amount of cum you'll have pumped into you in the days to come. GALLONS!" "I be certain you smell and reck like a cum dump, faggot. You'll be plugged right after the breeding, nothing gets dripped out. Nothing."

Grabbing my hips He hoists up my butt and kneels right behind me on the bed. He spits on my butt hole several times massaging hus saliva into it. Taking some silky lube He squirts some directly into my hole, then some outside it too. Rubbing it lightly He slides one, then two, then three, four and five fingers into my tender fuck hole. I gasp as He penetrates and loosens it up. Soon after I sense and feel His strong mighty cock head right at the entry point. He rubs it around some. 

"Mmmm. Mmmm. Mmmm. Nothing better than horny white slave pussy!" "So fuckable and begging for Superior Black cock." I purposely wiggle my hips and butt enticing Him with my desire. He shoved it into me just a couple of inches but the thick girth rips me apart. I press my face into the bed nearly screaming for mercy. I know I need to control myself and take it. This is the cock that owns my ass. There are no compromises. He shoves further and I am petrified and tense up. Sensing my discomfort and excruciating pain He stops. He holds His erect cock right where He got to go, but not past my tender sphincter. Slapping me across the back of the head in disgust He blurts out, "FUCK. You better get used to it, slime slut". "You wanted it, so TAKE IT!" Tears poured out of my eyes.

Pulling out of me in utter disgust He said, I give you this one time. ONE TIME." " Go buy a dildo and practice. UNDERSTAND, SLAVE?"  Crying I said, "Yes, SIR". 

"Now get your fucking clothes on and get out of here, NOW!". I rapidly dressed, and contained my emotions over it. I felt like a failure as I wanted Him to fuck and breed me."

"GO", He yelled sternly. "Next time WILL be different. Believe it".

I turned and said with remorse, "Yes, SIR, it will. Promise. Thank You, SIR. THANK YOU, MASTER".


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