My mind began to wake up but I could tell I was in a fog. I tried opening my eyes but couldn’t. I tried, but they were stuck. Then I realized the aching in my hips and the fact that my wrists are still cuffed to my ankles.
I wiggled around on the bed blindly looking for the key and finally felt my fingers on it. After some struggling and a lot of cussing I finally got my ankle loose and let my leg down. Fire burned through my hips like nothing I’d ever felt, like my leg was being ripped out of my hips. I reached up with my one free hand and tried to physically open my eyes.
My lashes had gotten stuck together from all of the spit and dick juice he left all over my face last night. I passed out and it dried shut like glue. I had to gently pull of my fake lashes just to open my eyes.
I could see it was daylight outside and I heard the maids rustling around outside. Thank goodness they didn’t come in my room and find me like that, I would just die from the humiliation. The clock said 8am and my new black Daddy said he was going to be here at 10. I better hurry.
I could barely walk after my legs were tied up like that all night, so I crawled into the tub and laid down and let the hot water wash over me, slowly starting to relax my sore muscles. That’s when I realized I still had a butt plug in me, and my little butt was really starting to ache from it being in me for so long. I put that plug in myself over 12 hours ago. Goodness, no wonder I was aching.
I spent the next two hours getting cleaned up, freshened up, and applying my makeup again. I was thankful for all the nights I spent practicing in the mirror as it was starting to get a little easier now to get a decent result. I knew I had to go outside so I went with a nice base, but held off on the over the top touches like my eyes and lips. I could do that later pretty quickly with my base already applied.
I got dressed with my icky boy clothes covering my stockings and panties, but like always no amount of shirt could hide what was going on with my chest. I had always had boy boobies even though I was skinny. I had hated them so much, such a source of embarrassment to me growing up. I always wore an extra unbuttoned shirt over my tshirts because of it, trying to hide the very feminine things growing on my body.
I checked out of my room, just knowing the whole time that the clerk knew what I did last night. I went to my car and put my bags in the trunk, keeping my one bag with all my girly things with me. I was standing there in the parking lot looking around, not knowing what Daddy drove and him not knowing what I drove. Then I started to feel foolish standing out there.
What in the actual fuck am I doing out here? I hadn’t even stopped to think about what I had been doing the whole morning, I just obediently got myself ready and waited for Daddy like he told me. I never stopped to think about what I was doing, The drugs were still fucking with me from last night and I wasn’t really thinking clearly.
This guy didn’t know who I was, I could get in my car and go home right now. Why am I standing out here waiting on him? He was so rough with me and I still couldn’t believe he slapped me in the face like that.
I moved my jaw a bit and my whole mouth was sore, from his slaps or from what he did to my throat, I didn’t know. I almost started crying thinking about it. What a sight I must have been standing there, a newly broken-in white pussyboi crying in the parking lot about how mean his black Daddy was to him.
Just when I was about to have a clear thought and leave, a car comes pulling in the parking lot, slowly, deliberately coming straight towards me. I was the only car in this part of the lot, all the traveling construction workers had left for work already and their big trucks were gone. Now it was just me standing there beside my car, stuck like a deer in headlights.
The window rolled down and there he was. “Hey, Candi baby, sleep good?” Oh fuck, I told him my sissy name? When did I do that? Great, and now he knows my license number. What the fuck am I doing? My brain was so foggy and slow this morning.
“Hi…,” I tried to say, but then I realized how bruised my throat was. That was the first time I’d tried to talk all morning, and I couldn’t. I reached up and touched my sore neck, tenderly moving my fingers around. Holy shit, what did he do to me? I looked at Daddy in disbelief with what I thought was a decidedly angry stare, but I think it just came across to him as kind of bratty and silly, considering the night before.
“I know you’re new at this, and I know your throat hurts, so I’ll let that go just this one time. But I won’t tell you again, bitch. I’m your black Daddy now, and you’ll come at me right.”
“Hi Daddy,” I managed to squeak out, still holding my neck.
“When you gotta be home, slut?”
“Monday, Daddy.”
“Good. We’ll park your car at the airport and you ride home with me. You don’t wanna park that thing on my street. Follow me.”
I followed his car, realizing how slow my eyes were moving in my head, like my sockets were full of sand and they just wouldn’t move fast enough. I needed a pick me up so I popped a few adderall and gently washed them down with some stale water.
Well, I thought to myself, at least I wouldn’t have to worry about sucking Daddy anymore this weekend, my throat is way too sore. I could barely swallow my drink.
Why do I keep calling him Daddy like that when he’s not even here? And why do I keep doing everything he tells me without saying no? I’m not normally like this, I’m usually feisty and stubborn.
Why am I like this?
We got parked in the airport lot and I started to get into Daddy’s car but the door was locked. He rolled down the window halfway.
“Hell no, bitch. You don’t get in my car looking like a fag. Get your bitch ass dressed and try again.” Window rolled up, leaving me standing there looking at my reflection in the tinted window.
I looked around but the structure was empty, so I shimmied out of my jeans and shirts real quick, wiggled into a way too short black leather mini skirt, and put on a hot pink mesh crop top over my black push up bra.
I was getting really nervous now. There was no hiding what I was if anyone came around. I sat on my trunk and slipped on my cheap fuck-me heels, put away my boy things, and strutted over to Daddy’s car. I was scared to death, but I felt sexy, the danger was intoxicating.
I tried the door again. Still locked.
The window rolls down a crack and I hear, "Makeup you dumb bitch." Window up.
I didn't have a good way to finish my makeup, not like there was a vanity around. Then I noticed my refection on his shiny tinted windows. So I used the passenger window as my mirror, caking on pink eye shadow, lining my eyes, and painting my lips with bubblegum pink gloss. I smacked my lips a few times in the glass, knowing he was watching me from inside. The feeling of having wet, sticky painted lips is one of the sexiest feelings ever, it just brings out the slut in me knowing my mouth is ready for funsies.
I heard the lock click and I opened up and climbed in.
I slid into the seat, taking in the fact that my skirt was way too short and most of my pale thighs were exposed now, not to mention the top of my stockings and garter straps being on full display. My heels kicked my legs up even further so I kept my knees pressed together and leaned them towards the middle of the car in as feminine a pose as I could muster.
Daddy drove away and as we were going down the road he reached over and put his hand on my thigh. Just resting it there, not gripping or stroking, just holding my leg. The longer we drove, the hornier I was getting. In my mind I was begging him to caress my thigh, to rub his rough hands all over my soft skin, anything. Just touch my hungry body.
If chastity hadn’t made me impotent years ago, I’d have the hardest little three inch stiffy anyone has ever seen right then.
Finally we pulled into a driveway and into his garage. Wait, a two car garage. Daddy and I got out and I stood there gawking at his garage. I could’ve parked my car in here!
I looked at Daddy and he was smirking at me like he just won some big prize.
“Yeah, you could’ve parked in here, but I wanted you to see the neighborhood you in now. Ain’t no Uber coming out here to pick you up, you got a 12 block hike down to the gas station if you want a ride back. And you have to walk there, looking like that. I’m betting you ain’t going to make it too far. I bet you don’t make it two blocks.” He turned and went inside, leaving me standing there alone.
That sneaky mother fucker, I thought to myself. He trapped me again, just like last night. But there was no sense in playing games with myself. I couldn’t change my mind now even if I wanted to. I carefully stepped inside this strange man’s home.
I expected the worse from a bachelor man, but it’s not what I got. It was clean. Really clean. It smelled just like his car and his body, fresh and manly. It looked like everything had it’s proper place, wasn’t so much as a sock on the floor. Either Daddy was really neat and tidy, or he had a cleaning ho.
Daddy stood there in the kitchen sipping a drink, watching me look around like a scared bunny, taking it all in. He walked over to me and wasted no time as he slid his hands around to my butt. He starts pulling up on my cheeks, spreading them apart, kneading them in his hands like putty, my tiny skirt riding up and giving him full access. He was so rough and strong that I was wobbling in my heels, trying my hardest not to fall while balancing on my tippy toes. I grabbed onto his shoulders and rested my head on his chest, my hands trembling while I held on for dear life. The adderall had my head spinning in all directions. I could feel the lust building in me as this man groped my little bottom like he owned it.
With one final slap of my cheeks, he lets go and takes a step back as I try to regain my balance without him to hold on to. He stares at me, beating me down with his eyes, and starts taking off his clothes. All I can do is watch in a trance, standing there panting like a bitch in heat after getting groped like that.
Each piece coming off, revealing his body to me, forcing me to watch this unfold in front my eyes. No wonder he could throw me around so easy, he’s rippling. His arms are bigger than my thighs. Finally he pulls off his shorts and I see that familiar dick swinging there between his legs, supremely confident in his manhood while mine was permanently limp and locked in the tiniest inverted steel cage I could find.
He takes my chin gently into his hand and lifts my face to look at him.
“I know I was a little rough on that throat last night, but you still got it to do. Do it right and I’ll go easy on your mouth this time. Do it wrong and I'll knock out all your teeth.”
I should’ve been surprised, but I knew it was coming. I wasn’t even aware of how sore my entire mouth was anymore, all I could think about was wrapping my lips around his big head one more time.
I lowered myself to my sore knees just like last night. I shimmied my way up closer to his legs and wrapped my arms around them for support, then stared raising my head, reaching his big balls and sucking them into my mouth. He stroked his dick right over my face while I worshiped his big yummy nuts, slurping on them, pulling on them with my mouth, sucking on them and letting them pop out my my lips. My nut sucking fetish was born.
I was in sissy heaven. I was loving this so much. This is was real life porn, right in front of me. How many times have I dreamed of suckling on big black balls like this while he pumped his horny dick in my face?
After a while he pulls his balls out of my mouth and sits down on the chair, still stroking that big piece of fuck meat in the most obscene way. This whole thing was obscene, the entire scene raping my eyes. I crawled on all fours over to him, trying my hardest to sway my hips side to side the way the girls do. I ran my hands up his calves, over his thighs and I as came up to his dick level, he pushed it down and fed it right into my mouth.
I slipped his head into my mouth and swirled my tongue around and under his foreskin, exploring, trying to get every drop of yummy precum that I knew was hiding in there. I gently and slowly started pulling back the skin with one shaking hand, exposing his bare cock head in my mouth, cupping his heavy hanging nuts with my other hand, gently massaging them like I had so many times in my fantasies.
Daddy just let me enjoy myself as he watched, tipping his head back and moaning from time to time. That moan was music to my ears, audible verification that I was doing a good job, being a good girl for him. I lovingly made out with his head, poking my tongue into his hole, letting his head rest on my wet tongue, and moving it all around the sensitive underside of his cock.
I was getting lost in this act. I was worshiping him, showing my submission with my hungry mouth and pathetic fuck-me eyes. All the brainwashing videos, all the training, all the femdom voices that taught me how to suck and serve, I could hear them in the back of my mind, over and over.
“You love to suck cock. Worship it. Worship his big cock. You wanted this. You need this. Just let go and worship him.” Playing over and over in my mind, guiding me down this path with their soft voices.
Finally he pulls his cock out of my mouth with a pop, spittle and precum dripping from his dick and my painted lips.
He stands up and says, “Crawl up on the couch with your booty up. Let me get a look at that pussy.” Fuck, him calling my little boi hole his pussy sent shivers through me. I crawled up, poked my little butt up as high as I could get it and pushed my face down in the cushions. I could still feel the heat on my face from when he was sitting there.
I feel Daddy start pulling on my plug. It was smaller than the one from last night because I needed a break, so this time I was wearing my heart-shaped QoS plug. He pulls it almost out, then lets my hole suck it back in. Over and over he does this, teasing me endlessly. By the time he pulls it all the way out, I’m on the verge of begging him to fuck me.
He pulls it out and plops it right into my surprised mouth before I even knew what he was doing.
“Hold your pussy plug for me.” Every time he calls it my pussy it shoots excitement through me, excitement and fear, for I still remembered him turning my throat into his pussy last night.
His hands are pulling on my cheeks again, spreading them open over and over, exposing my hole to him while he watches my smooth, pink boi pussy quiver and clench in anticipation. Every time he pulls my cheeks apart I can feel my little hole gape open, the plug having done it’s job. Then he pulls them apart so much it almost hurts, and I feel his tongue shoot right into me. Hot, wet man tongue, strong and probing me, trying to get in, trying to stretch me open. Licking around my little boi pussy lips and then diving right back in.
This didn’t last long. Apparently that was what really got him fired up. My face is still pushed into the cushions, my head bent forward so I was just able to see him from the corner of my eye, my lips still wrapped around the plug he stuck in my mouth.
“I’m gonna fuck that little pussy now. You relax and let me have it, and it won’t hurt as much. You start wriggling around and fighting it and trying to get away, and it’s gonna hurt way worse. Either way you’re getting fucked, your choice how it goes.”
His words cut me deep. My favorite porn star is Lancelot Styles, and I can’t count how many times I’ve watched him try to fuck some little whore in the ass while they keep trying to pull away and push him off. Every time I would think to myself, “Just let him have it, girl. Just let him have your hole and it won’t hurt as much. Just let him do it and you’ll love it.”
I thought of that as I watched him stroking his massive meat in his hands, stepping up behind me and taking aim. One hand grabbed my waist while his other guided his cock to my eager fuck hole.
He pushed, and my round lips opened right up for him as he pushed in the head. Of all the times I’ve been fucked, the countless hours I spent fucking myself silly with my sex machine trying to learn how to sissygasm, nothing compared to this. He was big, and I wasn’t ready for it. I wanted it, but I wasn’t ready.
He held steady for a minute, letting me adjust to his girth. Both hands grabbed my waist and he tightened, making sure I couldn’t go anywhere. Like I could. I was bent over his couch like a pretzel, my bottom sticking straight up in the air. I could only imagine how this must look, how I must look in this position, my pale white booty being mounted by this black man.
He pushed in, and I accepted him. All the way in I felt him, not too slow but unrelenting, pushing my insides around and reshaping my hole to fit his meat. I felt his body rub against my butt, and I knew he was all the way in.
I couldn’t help it, I started to cum. I had long since found out that being fully impaled like that and just letting my hole clench and quiver and spasm around the cock would cause me to sissygasm even without the motions of fucking.
I clenched and shivered and shook and came all over his wonderful cock. I knew he was loving the way it felt based on his loud moans and the filthy names he kept calling me.
“You just cum all over my big black dick, didn’t you sissy boi?”
I couldn’t answer, I just made noises, I don’t even know what they were, just random whimpers and mewls around the plug in my mouth.
“Good girl. Now it’s my turn.”
And he started fucking me. There was no warm up, he already gave me that. I feel him step up on the couch with both legs to mount me properly, and he started driving down into me so hard I thought my back would break.
There was nothing I could do but take it like a hungry slut as he fucked my boi hole so hard. My every filthy fantasy coming true right before my very eyes.
I don’t know how long he pounded me, I couldn’t even tell someone my name at that point. But I did know he wasn’t going for a marathon fuck, he needed release. I could hear it in his breathing, I could feel it as his hands tightened around my waist, gripping me so hard it hurt.
Over and over he pounded his meat into me, rubbing against my little sissy spot time and again, pummeling it into submission, coaxing my sissygasm ever closer until finally I felt it boil over.
I screamed, “Fuck me Daddy! Please fuck me harder, I’m going to cum…!”
With one final, painfully deep thrust, he starts filling my cum hole full. Deep in there, thrusting with every spurt, forcing his seed up inside me, coating my entire insides with his stickiness. Pump after pump I felt him drive into me, yelling so loud I was scared someone would hear him. All I could do was ride my own orgasm and try to use what little butt muscles I had left to help milk him dry.
Finally he stops thrusting into my belly, thankfully as he was really starting to hurt me. I felt him step down off the couch and loosen his death grip on my waist as he pulls his cock out of me. As much damage as he just did to my poor little quivering hole, I could still feel it gripping him as he tried to pull out, trying to hold him inside me. His dick popped out of me with the most obscene sound I’ve ever heard, marking in my brain forever what he just did to me.
He grabs the plug out of my mouth and quickly stuffs it back in my hole, but that plug is no match for me now. He sees this and says, “Don’t fucking move.” I see him going through my bag and comes back with the big plug. He pushes it in and seals his seed deep inside me.
“Get down here and clean up your new Daddy, bitch.”
My every muscle was fatigued, burning, so stiff I literally fell off the couch onto the floor. He stood there, not moving, just waiting for me to obey him.
I crawled across the floor the few steps it took to get to him. As I wrapped my shaking hands around his ankles, I started planting kisses on his feet, thanking him with my smooches for fucking me so good.
“Thank you, Daddy.” Smooch. “Thank you for showing me what I am.” Kiss. “Thank you.” I whimpered and whispered it over and again and worked my hands up his hairy legs, raising my mouth to feast on that shiny, slimy black dick.
He really creamed up my hole based on how sticky and covered in our juices he was. I devoured him. I licked and sucked and slurped every inch of his cock and balls, cleaning our nasty sex with my mouth and swallowing down every drop, savoring the flavor sicking to my tongue.
When he was satisfied with my work, he said, “Go fetch me a drink.”
Fuck, he’s going to make me walk now? I tried, I really did. But I was just too sore. My legs, my thighs, my hips, my back. I forgot all about my bruised throat. Everything was so weak I couldn’t get my wobbly heels under me.
So I crawled, on my hands and knees into the kitchen. He watched me crawl with my bottom sticking in the air, that big plug once again back in me, making sure his seed has plenty of time to soak in and do it’s damage to my weak whiteboi psyche.
I opened up the fridge and realized I couldn’t carry anything back if I had to crawl to him. I surely couldn’t pour him a glass. So I grabbed a bottle of water.
I don’t know what exactly was the most humiliating, the most mind-breaking, the most submissive thing that happened to me in the hours leading up to right then, but I knew what it was now.
I placed the bottle cap in my mouth and crawled back to Daddy, now sitting back on his chair, watching me with a smug grin on his face as I crawled to him, my puffy lips wrapped around that water bottle like it was another hot dick, sucking on it as hard as I could to keep it from falling.
I fully accepted what this was doing to me and I gave him the sexiest fuck-me look with my eyes as I could as I swayed my bottom in the air and made my way across the floor to him, sitting there in his throne like a conquering god.
I opened his bottle for him and sat back on my calves while he downed it in one big gulp. He left just enough in the bottom and let me have a sip.
“Damn, slut, you one sexy little fuck toy, you know that? I can’t believe you took my dick so good like that. Normally the bitches I turn out have to work up to it first.” Normally? How many sluts is he “turning out,” and what does that even mean?
“I’ve got a surprise for you. A gift to reward such good behavior.”
My eyes lit up, both with excitement and a little fear. The one hamster left in my thoroughly fucked brain was spinning as fast as it could, trying to figure out what he meant. I could only imagine the type of gift this man would want to give me, and I doubted it’s pretty flowers or a teddy bear.
“Stay.” He gets up and walks into another room leaving me sitting there on the floor again. I guess I’m his dog now, too.
He comes back with a black bag and opens it up, taking out the contents and placing them on the coffee table in the room. I truly didn’t know what I was looking at.
“All of my girls get my brand. I was going to wait and see how well you worked out, but I don’t need to see no more. You’re a natural born whore, you’re every move is practically begging for sex. So let's just get this out of the way.”
Oh my gosh. It’s a tattoo gun. He’s going to tattoo me???
Panic started to set in and he saw it.
“Calm down, now, and listen.”
“You don’t have to do this. No one is forcing you. Say the word, and I’ll drive you to your car right now and you can be on your way, back in your house addicted to porn all over again. Or…”
I waited, clinging on his every word like oxygen.
“Or you can take my mark, and I’ll own you. From now on you’ll be my free-use pussy boi, on call to fuck you anytime I want. You will serve me, service me, and in return, I'm going to rape you. Over and over again, fucking you into the dirt until you fully understand your rightful place, and you will love every last second of it. Forever, until you’re dead.”
“But you have to ask for it. You have to say the words, I can’t force you.”
Fuuuuck.
This was serious. Rape me? Forever? Till I'm dead??? This wasn’t some sexy, dangerous game anymore. He wanted to put his mark on me like his property.
I pretended to weigh the choice in my head, but I knew there wasn’t one. I already made up my mind before he even finished speaking.
“I want it.”
“You want what?”
“I want you to put your brand on me, Daddy. I’ll be your play thing. I'll..." I hesitated. "I'll be your willing rape victim." I can't believe those words just came out of mouth. What the actual fuck is wrong with me?
And with that he began. I forgot to even ask where he was going to mark me, or what he was going to imprint on my naked skin.
He grabbed my hair and held my head back with enough power to know better than to struggle, and he took out some alcohol pads and started cleaning the side of my neck just a few inches under my right ear.
He got his things set up and started in on me. I’ve never had a tattoo before this, and I wasn’t ready for it. It hurt so bad, but I just held onto his legs with both arms and let him mark me for life.
In only a few minutes he was done. I couldn’t believe it was that fast. I felt a little hope rise up, like maybe it’s not so bad after all. Maybe it’s small enough no one can see it. After all, how bad can it be when he finished with it so fast?
“Come take a look at my work, sweetness.” He took my hand and pulled me up, helping me walk over to the mirror. I looked at myself and I looked a sight, like a freshly fucked whore on pay day. My waist had his hand prints burned into my skin, every finger print bright red, and even some purple starting to show from where he was grabbing me so hard.
He pulled back my hair and tucked it behind my ear, the gentlest touch he’d given me so far in two days. Then he turned my head and showed me.
Right there on my neck, burning bright red around the fresh black ink, for all the world to see, was a black spade tattoo the size of a quarter. Inside it had three small initials. Daddy’s initials.
He just tattooed his initials on my neck, and I didn’t even know what his real name was. To me he was only Daddy. I let him permanently brand me with a symbol that is unmistakable to anyone who knows.
My new black Daddy leaned down, gave me a little kiss on my cheek, and said, “Now your training begins.”
It was only Saturday. Monday was looking like it would never come.
Hope you all enjoy! That was over 12 years ago, and that Daddy still fucks me on a regular basis. I have three tattoos now.
