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Financially secure, very intelligentsubmissivewidowerseeking experienced mistress who can own and enslave me.

I am seeking a strong willed, experienced dominant woman. She can be any race.My mistress willuse me in any way that brings her pleasure. Although my previous obedience training has included ass worship, face sitting, leather, CBT, tease and denial, water sportsand orgasm control, mypriority is always to serve my mistress as she wishes and to obey her commands.I live inWestchester, NY. I have some experience, but am especially looking for an experienced mistress to put me under her strict control. I understand that any failure to serve adequately may be met with the most severe punishment.

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3/18/2016 11:38:19 AM

Baltimore Mistress

I first encountered her on the internet. She sent me a note that she had seen me looking at her profile and wanted to know my intentions. I acknowledged her observation and explained that I found her photos and profile quite enticing.

My response seemed to displease her. She told me that I was rude and impertinent not to have sent her an e-mail declaring my interest and praising her beauty and obvious superiority. Her comments caught me off balance. I am a middle aged white submissive male with an insatiable desire to worship and serve a voluptuous black mistress. Her profile and pictures matched my fantasies exactly, but I lacked the courage or self-esteem to dare to introduce myself. Her e-mail threw me off balance. It was obvious that she was a strong willed woman quite accustomed to getting her way. She seemed to have no tolerance for inferior white males, such as myself, who were too timid to declare their fealty to her superior nature.

We began to correspond, and I quickly found myself falling under her sway. At first she seemed quite open and endearing. She welcomed my missives and helped me to face up to my deeper submissive desires. But then her tone changed. She grew impatient with my psychological ramblings and insisted that I begin a serious program of obedience training. She was able to read my innermost thoughts and quickly used what she had learned about me to manipulate and humiliate me. Her comments grew harsher and her demands increased. She knew that I was in need of her attention and she used this need to deepen my obsessions about her.

She assigned me tasks to perform that both catered to her needs and enabled me to prove my growing dedication to her. She began this process by requiring that I undergo strict orgasm denial. I was no longer permitted to cum without her express permission. She made clear that such permission would be granted only rarely and only after I had performed her assigned tasks to perfection. She intimated that she might progress from orgasm denial to strict chastity control. She would require that I purchase a CB-6000, lock myself in the chastity device, and send her the key. I would be required to show that I was locked inside the device by posing on a web-CAM.

My orgasm denial was tolerable at first, but my discomfort grew as each day passed without any relief. She exacerbated my situation by sending me photographs of her beautiful body. In particular, she sent me pictures of her feet encased in leather high heeled boots. The sight of her boots aroused me. But the photos of her enormous black bottom drove me crazy with longing and lust. All I could think of was how much I wanted to bury my face in her bountiful bottom, smell her and lick her masterful behind. Such pictures never failed to arouse me, but my orgasm denial constraints only made such adoration and lust that much less bearable. She mocked me and told me that when we finally met, she would sit upon my face and force me to smell her farts. This was just one of the ways that she would degrade me.

As our correspondence continued it became clear that she derived great pleasure from mocking me and belittling me for being an inferior white male. Slowly her latent racial animosity revealed itself. She had a deep-rooted anger at whites and how white males in particular had misused black women over the years. She declared her superiority over white “piggies” such as myself and found innumerable ways to reinforce her supremacy over me. In addition to orgasm denial, she began to criticize me for having an inadequately-sized penis. She taunted me for having nothing but a tiny shriveled dicklet where my cock should have been. She kept reminding me of how much she enjoyed having enormous black cocks to satisfy her sexual desires. I, on the other hand, could never ever satisfy her in that way. Instead, I would be forced to use my tongue to clean her asshole and possibly to stimulate her clitoris. She explained that she loved to sit upon the faces of her inferior white male slaves and force them to pleasure her for hours. She would normally tie up their worthless tiny organs and whip them with her riding crop or cane while they performed their duties. If she were not properly satisfied, she would take out her anger on their worthless genitals. She explained that whipping a slave male’s cock and balls excited her. The idea of breaking a “sophisticated” white gentleman and forcing him to do the most demeaning and degrading service brought her great pleasure. The enslavement of the inferior white male was for her a form of retribution for all of the discrimination and ill treatment that whites had imposed on African Americans over the years. This retribution provided a kind of retroactive justice.

As our correspondence grew more intense, she declared that I had reached the point at which I was eligible to meet her in person. I would need to make travel arrangements and set aside a full weekend for my service to her. She gave me some dates that she would be available and instructed me to arrange my schedule accordingly. So far, our interactions had been focused primarily on mental and psychological control. But now, she was raising the stakes. I would have to succumb to all of the physical pain and suffering that she chose to impose when we met.

I arranged my schedule as she instructed, bought my airplane tickets and prepared to make the trip to visit her for the very first time…


6/13/2015 7:42:33 AM

A Weekend With Cocoa

I woke up in a metal cage with a leather collar around my neck. My genitals were encased in a locked chastity device and my buttocks still stung from the vicious beating I had received the night before. I was trapped in Mistress Cocoa’s basement dungeon. I had been so foolish to come to visit her for the weekend, and this was the result.

We had been exchanging e-mails for some time. In her picture she looked like a lovely 40 year old black woman with a voluptuous figure. In our correspondence she made it clear that she was strong-willed and insisted on completely controlling her inferior male slaves. She was especially disdainful of older white males like myself and derived great pleasure from breaking us and making us pay reparations for the indignities that black women had endured in the past. She was quick to anger and quite sadistic in the punishments and tortures that she doled out. She demanded impeccable domestic service and expressed her wrath when not completely satisfied by her slave’s performance.

I had arranged to come to visit with her over the weekend. My plane was late, which meant that I was late arriving at her house.  I tried to explain why I was delayed but she would not hear any of my excuses. I had failed my very first test and I would learn the consequence of crossing her. White loser pigs like me could expect no mercy from superior black women. She led me to her basement dungeon and tied my naked body to the St. Andrews Cross that was in the center of the dungeon. At first she was fairly gentle and only hit me with a light riding crop. She teased my penis with the crop and told me just how much I would learn to suffer her wrath. She squeezed my testicles with her gloved hands. The pain was excruciating. My outcries only spurred her to more violence. She brought out her leather paddle and began pounding away at my naked buttocks. She made me count out loud with each stroke and beg for more. I began crying from the pain, but she didn’t seem to care. Then she switched to the cane and beat my naked ass until it almost bled. She poured salt water on the welts and laughed as I cried out for mercy. But mercy was not to be my fate. She locked my cock and balls in a chastity device and pushed me into the small dog cage in the corner of her dungeon basement. Tomorrow she would see how good a domestic slave I could be as she planned to have me cater a small party for her and a few of her African American domme friends. They would enjoy degrading and humiliating me and exercising black female superiority over my white inferiority.

In the morning, Mistress Cocoa unlocked me from the dog cage and dragged me upstairs to her kitchen. She tied an apron around my otherwise naked body and informed me that I was to prepare brunch for her and her three black domme friends. Any failure to satisfy them would be met with excruciating pain, suffering and humiliation. Just to increase my discomfort, they planned to film my time under their control and share the video on the internet.

The door bell rang. Mistress Cocoa instructed me to crawl to the door on my knees and open it for her guests. I did as I was ordered feeling quite embarrassed by my nakedness and groveling position. I opened the door and saw towering over me an enormous black Amazon nearly 6 feet tall and easily weighing 350 pounds or more. She had large breasts and a gigantic 80 inch bottom. She wore tight-fitting jeans and black spiked heel boots. She laughed at my humiliation and kicked me in the face. “Lick those boots, you worthless piece of white shit. Lick them like your life depends upon it. I hate white scum like you and love to beat the crap out of you. I will show you just what it means to worship and serve superior black goddesses.”

I trembled before the Amazon goddess but did as she commanded. I licked her leather boots with great passion. Both the Amazon goddess and Mistress Cocoa laughed at my plight. Mistress Cocoa kicked me in the butt as I feverishly licked and worshipped the Amazon’s boots. “That’s enough,” said Mistress Cocoa. “You have work to finish in the kitchen. And the brunch better be perfect or you will suffer beyond your wildest fears.”  I crawled back to the kitchen to complete my brunch preparations. While there I heard the door bell ring two more times and heard more female voices. The mistresses were having a conversation and kept laughing. I couldn’t quite make out what they were saying but the words “pig, pathetic white loser, scumbag and shit-eater” kept recurring.

Two more black mistresses had arrived for the “party” and I would soon be serving them and obeying their every command. When the brunch was ready, I entered the dining room to inform the dommes that I was ready to serve the food. The two new mistresses were both younger and thinner than the Amazon or Mistress Cocoa. They seemed eager to engage in humiliating and degrading me but they obviously looked to the two older dommes for guidance.

The food seemed to be acceptable to the mistresses since they did not criticize me for any culinary failings. But once they finished their coffee they got down to “business.” The Amazon goddess told me to lie on the sofa. She removed her skin tight pants and placed her enormous buttocks on my face. The other mistresses laughed at my plight and verbally degraded me for being such a “worthless white pig.” The Amazon goddess ground her enormous bottom on my face and forced me to tongue lick her asshole. The smell was awful but there was nothing I could do. Every once in a while she lifted her bottom from my face so I could breathe, but then she lowered herself once again and continued queening me. Then I felt someone unlocking the chastity device and lightly stroking my cock and balls. I couldn’t help but get an erection. But the other mistresses slapped my penis whenever it hardened. I was trapped under the Amazon goddess while the other two younger mistresses teased and tortured my genitals.

My helplessness continued for about 30 minutes. Then the younger mistresses indicated that they were growing bored with this form of “play.” One of the younger mistresses said that she needed to pee but that the bathroom was too far away. The other mistresses were delighted with the idea of using me as a toilet. The young mistress squatted over my face. I was terrified about what would happen. Then I felt a warm trickle of urine fall on my face. Mistress Cocoa ordered me to open my mouth and swallow every drop. I gagged on the hot piss but was powerless to resist. They all laughed at my plight and verbally degraded me.

Then the Amazon goddess and one of the younger mistresses put on strap-ons. They made me bend over a table. The younger mistress forced her strap-on cock in my mouth while the Amazon goddess rammed her enormous black dildo into my virgin ass. I had never been penetrated before and howled in pain. But my discomfort only fueled their anger and torture of me.

The “games’ continued for several more hours. Then I was told to leave and I headed to the airport for my return home. I had never been so abused and humiliated before in my life. I thought that I would never want to endure such maltreatment again. Yet, as I boarded the plane, all I could think of was how soon I could return to Mistress Cocoa for another weekend.


4/11/2013 6:23:18 AM

I nervously handed my boarding pass to the airline gate agent. I hadn’t been to Atlanta for several years but would be down there for three days on business. I was nervous because I kept thinking about what else I had scheduled for my evenings while down there.

I had been browsing on the domination website for several months when I discovered the profile for a young dominatrix in the Atlanta area. I had begun by corresponding with her and gradually grew to feel an uncontrollable attraction to her. She said that she was in her early twenties and specialized in humiliating older submissive males like myself. She clearly was attractive enough to get any man to do her bidding, but she seemed to get off on psychologically and financially controlling her “sugar daddies.” She was a spoiled princess and delighted in teasing and degrading those “losers” who made the mistake of falling into her web of dominance.

I was just such a “loser.” Via e-mail she had belittled me and told me how worthless I really was. She noted that my penis was much too small to ever be of any use to a dominant princess, such as she. She instructed me to keep my genitals tightly bound and forbade me from ejaculating without her express permission. I, of course, was required to send her regular payments to help support her luxurious life style. She even went so far as to tell me about her dates with “real” men and how they gave her what she really wanted – something that a scumbag like me could only fantasize about. My money was used to buy her gifts and even to fund her trysts with the well endowed studs whom she fucked with abandon. I was her e-mail cuckold destined to grovel on my knees at home while she degraded and abused me through e-mail.

She was kind enough to allow me to ejaculate about every two weeks, but only after I submitted a special premium payment for the privilege. She had also instructed me to acquire and use various types of fetish and bondage equipment on myself. She claimed that my using this equipment would tie me closer to her and allow me to more fully appreciate her superiority over me. She said that my regular use of these “tools” was the way that a piggy loser like me could prove my devotion and demonstrate my total inferiority.

I had acquired a cock ring and ball separator, which I wore whenever I corresponded with her. It was amazing how this simple device invariably gave me an erection. The leather cock ring snapped tightly around the base of my genitals. It exerted some pressure but was not unduly discomforting. The ball separator, however, was most painful and constricting. The leather straps separated my two testicles and squeezed them apart. This made my balls incredibly sensitive to the touch and further increased the rigidity of my penis. I tended to stroke myself while wearing this constraint but was forbidden to ejaculate without the permission of my dominating princess. I dare not come without first earning the privilege and paying the special tribute for such permission.

She had more recently instructed me to acquire and wear a butt plug whenever I communicated with her. I was an anal “virgin” and had never previously experienced anything in my bottom beyond my doctor’s proctology probe. I found that I needed to put some lotion on the butt plug to get it into me properly. She required that I sit on the plug to make sure that it was firmly inserted. I found this “invasion” of my anus most uncomfortable and demeaning. It tended to make me cramp a bit. More importantly, I felt deeply ashamed and humiliated every time I put it inside me. Unlike the cock ring, which afforded some degree of sexual stimulation, the butt plug only made me feel degraded and inferior. She told me that I needed to get used to having the plug in me for extended periods so that I would be ready for her strap-on when we finally met. Fucking losers like me with her wide variety of dildos was one of her fondest joys. She loved the way that her piggies squealed and begged for mercy when she had them tied down and unable to avoid her powerful coital thrusts.

I had also acquired a Gates of Hell device based on her instructions. My device had a leather cock ring at the base and four metal rings of decreasing size through which my erect penis was forced. Normally, my cock was too flaccid and small for this device to have much effect. But when I took Viagra my erection became much more sustainable and able to fit inside these rings – almost. I say “almost” because my small penis was still a bit too big for the smallest ring at the end. As I fed my shaft through the larger rings, I could feel the cold steel of the rings touching the skin around my penis. I could just about fit my cock head through the last and smallest ring, especially if I lubricated my shaft ahead of time. The problem was once my semi-erect penis made it through the smallest ring, my erection invariably grew much harder and pressed my cock head painfully against the inside of this smallest ring. In effect, my cock head was trapped inside this ring. The pain and pressure of the ring only made things worse, for the tension and constriction made my erection ever harder and increased the pain ever more. The Viagra kept my cock extra hard and thereby entrapped me in this unforgiving situation. There was also a small D-ring at the end of the leather band that connected the steel rings. The D-ring was there in case my mistress chose to attach a cock leash or other chain to this contraption.

The last device she instructed me to acquire was a pair of nipple clamps with a chain and cock ring attachment. The cock ring portion of the device was no problem,  nor were the nipple clamps, in isolation. I could adjust the tension on the nipple clamps so the pain was bearable. The problem was that the weight of the chain and steel cock ring pulled the clamps off of my nipples unless I set the nipple clamp tension high enough to withstand this weight. But setting the tension high enough to hold everything in place hurt me so much that I couldn’t bear the pain. My mistress had forewarned me that I had best be able to bear such pain by the time I finally met her in person. She advised that I work up to using the clamps at full tension by first using wooden clothes pins on my nipples. In this way I could get used to the pain and “train” my nipples to bear the load of the chain and cock ring. She hinted that I should also begin using such clothes pins on my penis and testicles to be ready for some of the tortures that she would employ when we finally met.

I was not yet adequately “trained” to bear the pain and torture that the princess threatened as I boarded the plane. That is why I was so nervous. If I had a choice I would have waited several more months before daring to meet her in person. But given that I would be in Atlanta on business and would have my evenings free to “socialize,” she had demanded that I arrange my schedule so that she could “inspect” me in person and see how well my “training” had progressed. She insisted that I reserve a suite at an expensive hotel in the area and be prepared for her to visit me there on the evening of my arrival. If I passed “inspection” then she might arrange some other “entertainment” involving some friends of hers on the succeeding evenings.

After checking into my hotel I was to prepare the room to her specifications. I was to be totally naked and on my knees near the door to the hotel suite. I was to be wearing a blindfold, since I would only be permitted to see her once I had earned such a privilege and after I was fully inspected by her. I was to be wearing my cock ring and ball separator. She instructed me to have a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket and 2 flutes sitting on the table. She explained that she would use one flute to drink her champagne and that the other would be for me to use in drinking the “special” golden nectar that she would supply for me. I was to have my other torture devices arrayed on the table next to a dozen red roses. And finally, I was to leave her special monetary tribute inside an envelope next to the roses.

As the time neared for her arrival, I had arranged everything in the suite as she had instructed... I put on the genital bondage device, unlocked the hotel door and kneeled naked and blindfolded near the door awaiting her. I could feel my heart pounding as I trembled in anticipation. The minutes went by. Then I heard some noise in the corridor that sounded like footsteps approaching. I held my breath for a moment and then heard a knock on the door.


4/11/2013 6:22:22 AM

I crawled over to the hotel door in order to open it for the princess. As I did so I heard voices outside my door. It sounded like there were two females rather than the one princess I had expected. As I turned the door handle to unlock the door, I felt pressure from the other side pushing the door open against my quivering body.

“Get your fucking ass into the room, you stupid shit!” I heard. It was the voice of my princess, Mistress Candy. “You better have this room prepared as I instructed or you will have hell to pay, you worthless pig. I have brought Mistress Lisa with me tonight to help insure that you understand just how low and inferior you are. You will treat her the same as you do me. You will do whatever she or I tell you, and you will do it right away. Do you understand pig?”

I muffled my assent and felt a hard kick to my side. Because of my blindfold I couldn’t see what the mistresses were doing. I heard the hotel door close and a giggle from the second voice, which I took to be Mistress Lisa. She sounded even younger than Mistress Candy. I felt that these two women, or more accurately these two girls, were toying with me. They seemed to be far less mature than the dommes with whom I was accustomed to communicating. This raised a concern for me because their relative immaturity could mean much higher risks for me if they didn’t understand the potential danger of unbridled sadistic torture. An experienced domme would understand and respect my limits, but these young princesses may be so spoiled that they had no concept of limits in how they treated me.  I suddenly had deep misgivings about what I had done. How could I have exposed myself to this type of danger? Hopefully my fears were unfounded and these mistresses would keep my abuse within reasonable bounds. It was the threat of the unknown that caused my heart to beat so rapidly and the sweat to pour from my skin.

“Well, I see that you have laid things out as I instructed.” said Mistress Candy. “Good, that means that you know how to follow orders. Now crawl over here and kiss Mistress Lisa’s foot to show that you know your place. Kiss her tennis sneakers to show her how much you are ready to obey.” I did as I was told and found myself kissing first the top and then the bottom of the sneakers. There was no joy in doing this. I would have much preferred to kiss high heels or boots rather than these dirty sneakers. I noticed some flashes going off. I realized that the mistresses were taking pictures of me that they might later use to blackmail me. I then felt a hard sting on my behind. Mistress Candy had begun to use some kind of switch on my ass. At first I only felt a slight stinging sensation. But the stinging increased in virulence and my ass cheeks begun to hurt severely from this treatment. At the same time, Mistress Lisa removed her sneakers and smelly sweat socks. She instructed me to kiss and worship her bare feet. I could smell the sweat on her feet. She then told me to lick and then to suck each toe. I would have enjoyed this service were it not for the foul odor from her smelly and sweaty feet. The flashes continued as they took more photos of my debased condition. All the while Mistress Candy continued to swat at my bare behind. This was not quite the treatment that I had expected, but I hoped that my strict compliance might appease these young princesses and allow me to serve them in a less menial way.

“All right. That’s enough warm up,” said Mistress Candy. “It’s about time that we put this cum slut to some service. He’s earned the right to see who he is dealing with. Let’s remove the blindfold so he can take in our incredible beauty.

“Well, what do you think piggy. Are Mistress Lisa and I the most beautiful women you have ever seen? Don’t you want to serve us in any way that we say? Don’t you want to grovel and beg us to pay attention to you? You know that you can never ever satisfy us with that teeny tiny nothing between your legs. I am gong to remove that little cock ring that you are wearing. I can’t imagine that it does any good since your cock is so small. I have a much better device to use – one that you are sure to feel. See these clothes pins. I am going to place them on your cock and balls. Don’t worry. Of course they will hurt when I put them on you, but they will hurt much worse when I whip them off.”

I blinked several times to clear my eyes and saw the two mistresses standing before me. Mistress Candy was a statuesque blonde, quite slender but with ample breasts. She wore very tight fitting jeans and a low cut blouse with apparently no bra, since I could see her nipples through the blouse material.  She had a camera that she continued to use to photograph me. Mistress Lisa was dark haired and dark complexioned. She looked Italian. She was somewhat more full figured than Mistress Candy with a quite substantial bottom and full breasts. She wore white pants that barely contained her ample figure. She also wore a red tank top that showed off her ample bosom. Both Mistresses walked around me and took turns kicking me on all parts of my body and photographing me. Mistress Lisa, in particular, seemed to enjoy placing her kicks between my legs and hitting my now dangling testicles with her bare foot.

They then made me lie on top of the coffee table. Mistress Candy tied my wrists to the table legs while Mistress Lisa did the same with my ankles. I was securely bound with my back lying on the table and the rest of my body including my genitals fully exposed. Mistress Candy and Mistress Lisa began to apply the clothes pins to the shaft of my penis and to my testicles. The pain was excruciating but I knew better than to scream out in pain. I was their slave and as such was required to endure their punishments in silence. They stopped after a while and examined their handiwork. Mistress Candy took some more pictures of me arrayed in this way. They seemed quite satisfied with what they had done. In the meantime I was writhing uncontrollably on the table top barely able to refrain from crying out for mercy. (Mistress Candy had warned me in her e-mails that she did not believe in safe words and that any cry for mercy would only make her torture me more. I sensed that she was waiting for me to cry out so that she would have the joy of inflicting still greater pain.)

Mistress Lisa stood near my head. She maneuvered her body so that her crotch was just above my face. Slowly she lowered her body onto my face. I could barely breathe. She moved her body back and forth a bit so that my face was pressed firmly against her pants-enclosed crotch and then against her ass. She sat more fully upon my face with all of her weight and ground her body into my head. This pressure of her full body weight on my face blocked my ability to breathe. I flailed about as best I could with my bound arms to get her to move. I could barely breathe and was close to suffocating. Just before I was ready to pass out, she lifted up her body for a few moments as I gasped for air. She repeated this process again and again as I struggled to breathe during those few moments when she gave me space to inhale fresh air. Then I felt the stinging in my genitals. Mistress Candy was using a riding crop to whip my cock and balls. She was taking careful aim at the clothes pins. Every once in a while her crop would dislodge a clothes pin and send the most incredible pain through my body. The two mistresses continued this regimen of face sitting and smothering on the one hand and cock and ball torture on the other.

Once all of the clothes pins had been whipped off of me the mistresses stopped their tortures. I lay strapped to the table while Mistress Candy opened the champagne bottle. I heard her pour two glasses, one for each of them. They laughed and giggled as they drank their bubbly. They seemed genuinely pleased with themselves and seemed to delight in my pain and suffering. They continued to belittle me and call me humiliating names. Finally when they finished drinking the champagne, Mistress Candy took a glass with her into the bathroom. She came out with the glass filled with a yellowish colored fluid. Then Mistress Lisa entered the bathroom and came out a few moments later with a similar glass filled with an equal amount of yellowish liquid.

“It was very thoughtful of you to provide us with this champagne, piggy.” Said Mistress Candy.  Because you have been such a good piggy, we are going to return the favor. We don’t have any more champagne to give you but we have decided to share our bubbly with you. Instead of letting you drink the champagne directly, we are going to treat you to the champagne after it has been processed by our bodies. Open wide slave and drink every drop of this wonderful golden nectar. You are privileged indeed to be able to drink this precious fluid. Make sure that you drink it all down and don’t miss a drop. Otherwise, we will need to reattach the clothes pins again, and we are sure that you don’t want that.”

They took turns pouring the urine from each glass. One mistress poured while the other made sure that my mouth was wide open. I kept gagging on the warm and foul liquid but I had no choice. I was severely bound and could not fight them.  Eventually they poured both glasses of piss down my throat and laughed uproariously at my predicament.

“Good work slave,” said Mistress Candy. “We are going to leave shortly. But first we need to give you your instructions for tomorrow. Here is a slip of paper with the address and time when you must meet us. You will rent a limousine and drive it. You will be our chauffer and body guard tomorrow night as we go clubbing and pick up big black studs to fuck us back here in your hotel room. But before we leave you tonight, we are going to encase your useless little dick in this chastity device. We have the key so that the only way you can remove the device is to be sure to meet us tomorrow. And to make sure that you keep thinking of us all day tomorrow at your business meetings, we are going to put your butt plug up your ass and tape it firmly. You had better not remove it until you see us tomorrow. I am putting a few pieces of tape over it to keep it securely in place. I will be able to tell if you have dared to remove it since you won’t be able to put the tape back in the same way that I have attached it. Enjoy yourself tomorrow at your meetings with your dick trapped and your ass plugged up. I am sure that you will be thinking of us and looking forward to the fun that we will have tomorrow evening. And by the way, make sure that you have another tribute for us. But tomorrow, double the tribute that you bring since you need to pay each of us.”

She attached the devices as she described and then left me alone in the room. I regretted that I had ever come to Atlanta, but I also knew that I no longer had any choice. I had to comply with their instructions. The pain in my genitals and in my ass was disconcerting. I knew that I would have a sleepless night and could only hope that I could avoid giving any indication of my predicament during my business meetings.


4/11/2013 6:20:34 AM

I couldn’t sleep at all that night. I felt the constriction around my cock and balls from the chastity device. Although it was uncomfortable, at least I could urinate so long as I sat down on the toilet seat. The butt plug became increasingly unbearable through the night. The pain in my rectum reached monumental proportions from the pressure of the plug. My cramping grew worse. And I tossed and turned all night worrying how I could cope with the need to “poop” if the infernal plug was still in my anus. It was bad enough trying to cope with all of this during the night. How in the world would I be able to handle this throughout the day at my business meetings. I was supposed to be the model of probity and sagacity. Yet there I would be with my balls constricted and my asshole filled with the plug. I, this wise and experienced business man, had been degraded and abused by two young girls who loved to hurt and exploit their inferior “piggy.”

By early morning I finally decided that I could take it no longer. I had no choice but to leave the chastity device in place. It was securely locked so I couldn’t remove it. But I opted to pull off the tape that held the butt plug in place. I knew that I would be severely punished that night for this insubordination, but I felt that I could only deal with one challenge at a time. I would try to put the plug and tape back that evening, but for now I needed to remove the plug in order to be able to perform at some modest level of professionalism at my business meetings. This was the first example of what I had feared in dealing with such young and presumably inexperienced dominatrices. An older mistress would have known that it would be impossible to keep a plug taped inside me for so long. These girls simply didn’t know or care about the limitations of what their slaves could endure. This reinforced my trepidation as to what would be in store for me that evening.

I confess that I did not perform at my best that day. My normally smooth and professional demeanor was clearly shaken by the experience of the prior night and by the threat of what might happen this evening. I managed to get by but realized that many more days of such lackluster performance by me could seriously jeopardize my career. I spent part of the afternoon trying to find a rental car company that had a limo available. Finally I located one and was shocked at the charge. I also needed to access an ATM to get enough cash to pay the double tribute and to have enough money left over to pay for the drinks and entry charges at the clubs they would be visiting tonight. This whole venture was becoming an extremely expensive undertaking. It was far more costly than I had ever assumed when I first made the arrangements to meet.

I drove to the address that I had been given. The address was a townhouse in Buckhead, one of the more fashionable sections of Atlanta. I wondered how they could afford such a house but realized that they probably made quite a good living exploiting pitiful slave males such as myself. I rang the door bell.  Mistress Lisa appeared at the doorway. She was dressed all in black leather from her thigh length high heeled boots to her very short leather mini skirt to the leather vest atop a white see through blouse. She pointed to the ground and I understand immediately that I should have been on my knees when I rang the doorbell. She was visibly upset with my failure to kneel on my own. Mistress Candy then appeared and seemed equally angry with me. Mistress Candy was attired in similar high heeled leather boots but wore skin tight white pants that accentuated her stunning figure. She wore a black turtle neck sweater that contrasted with her blonde hair.

Mistress Candy not only chastised me for not being on my knees in the doorway but also for being fully clothed in their presence. I began to explain that I couldn’t take off my clothing in public at their doorstep when a hard slap across my face warned me to be silent and obey. I hurriedly removed my clothing while hoping that they would not notice that I had removed and replaced the tape securing the butt plug. My worst fears were realized immediately. Mistress Candy was outraged that I had the temerity to disobey. She saw instantly what I had done and made clear that I would be sorry that I had ever challenged their absolute authority. She explained that they had planned a fun evening in which they would use me as their chauffer and body guard as they visited their favorite clubs. But now, seeing how little respect I had shown for their orders, they would need to spend more of their precious time putting me in my place and insuring that I never ever violated their commands again. I shuddered at the thought of what they might do and whether or not I could endure their “training” program.

Mistress Lisa put a collar and leash around my neck. She dragged me to the stairs off of the living room and ordered me to descend into the dimly lit basement. As I crawled down the stairs on my hands and knees I realized that their basement was actually a fully equipped dungeon filled with torture apparatus and fetish paraphernalia. They dragged me to a leather covered bench where they secured my wrists to handcuffs at the top of the table. They positioned me so that I was lying on my stomach. There was a small step down area at the bottom of the bench on which I placed my knees. My ankles were then strapped in place. Finally, they secured the middle of my body to the bench with a thick leather strap. I was completely immobilized and completely exposed to their sadistic intentions.

Mistress Candy pulled on my hair and forced me to look up at her from my bondage bench. She had attached a harness and a large black strap-on. She pushed my face onto the strap-on and made me suck and swallow the large cock. At the same time, Mistress Lisa began whipping my exposed ass first with a riding crop and then with a leather paddle. The stinging sensations on my buttocks were hard to bear, but the choking sensation from being forced to swallow the strap-on made the pain from the whipping somewhat secondary. I felt panic as I struggled for air. Mistress Candy was relentless as she forced the dildo ever deeper down my throat. She kept pulling my head onto the strap-on as she moved her hips back and forth to force the cock deeper down my throat.  The action with the strap-on seemed to excite Mistress Lisa. I could feel the strokes on my ass increase in intensity as she grew more excited to see my pain and suffering. Finally, Mistress Lisa put aside the paddle and began flailing me with a cat-of-nine tails. Although I couldn’t see my buttocks, I could feel that deep welts were forming from the increasingly brutal beating. I struggled to no avail. I was securely bound to the whipping bench and could find no way to escape the torturous frenzy of these two sadistic dommes. Why had I ever let myself get into such a predicament? Would my pain and suffering have been any the less if I had left the butt plug in me all day? I didn’t know. I only knew that there was no way I could bear this pain and suffocation any longer. I couldn’t beg for mercy since the dildo was firmly lodged down my throat. I filled up with tears and couldn’t hold back any longer. I couldn’t yell out but my eyes wept. The tears rolled down my face as I was brutalized by these vicious vixens.

Mistress Candy saw my tears and laughed at the sight. “Well now, you little shithead, I guess you understand that you had better obey us in the future. We love any excuse to take out our sadistic tendencies on scum like you. Dare to disobey again, and you won’t find our punishment quite so gentle as it is today. Since you didn’t wear the butt plug as instructed, we had better make sure that your asshole is properly opened to get fucked appropriately.”

As Mistress Candy said this, Mistress Lisa stopped the whipping and instead spread some lubricant around my asshole. First one, then two and finally her whole hand was inserted into my exposed anus. In and out she moved her hand causing me to cramp and cringe from the pain. Then Mistress Candy came around behind me and inserted the strap-on dildo that she wore into my virgin ass hole. She started by just inserting the cock head slowly into me. Then she increased the pressure as she inserted more and more of the infernal dildo into my quivering ass. Her pelvic thrusting accelerated as she got more and more of the rubber cock inside me. Finally she reached a point at which she had inserted almost the entire shaft into me and was writhing in ecstasy as the strap-on harness must have stimulated her own clitoris. She was raping me and there was nothing I could do to defend myself. I again saw flashes and realized that Mistress Lisa was taking more pictures of me. Then I heard a slight whirring sound and realized she had shifted from still photographs to filming my anguish.  They were raping my virgin ass and making a blackmail movie of what I was going through. Resist as I tried, it was pointless. I was totally at their mercy and could only pray that they would stop soon. I was totally humiliated. I had been fucked like I was woman. I had lost my manliness and was now being treated like their plaything to be degraded and abused for their amusement.

Finally they stopped their torture of me. I was a total wreck. They released me from my restraints but kept the collar and leash securely bound to me. Mistress Lisa went upstairs for a few minutes while Mistress Candy explained what was next in store for me. “It is time that we give that little teensy tiny worm between your legs some breathing space.” She said.  “It has been cooped up all night and day inside that chastity device. I think that you have earned a few minutes of release from that chastity bondage. Mistress Lisa is bringing down a special treat for you. She has a prophylactic that we will put on your miniscule penis. We will tie the rubber up firmly so you can’t remove it. Then we will put the chastity device back so you can’t relieve yourself. Oh, I forget to mention that Mistress Lisa is in our kitchen cutting up several habanera peppers. You know that habanera peppers are some of the hottest peppers in the world. They are so hot that you have to wear rubber gloves when handling them to avoid the pepper oil burning your skin. Well, our treat for you is that we are cutting up the peppers and putting them inside the prophylactic. Just imagine how delightful it will feel to have all that incredibly hot pepper oil burning your tiny penis. Maybe the experience will help it grow a bit. Ah, here she is now.”

Mistress Lisa inserted my flaccid penis into the pepper filled condom. She bound the rubber around my shaft with a rubber band. Then she took her gloved hand and squeezed my penis through the prophylactic. She made sure to spread as much of the bits of pepper all over my penis. It was as if someone had set my cock on fire. The heat from the peppers was unimaginable. Imagine the hottest pepper you have ever tasted spread over the most tender part of your body. I yelled in pain but was immediately slapped several times for daring to speak without permission. Mistress Candy then reapplied the chastity device. The pressure from the chastity device on the peppers increased the burning sensation and spread the pain over my entire penis. The Mistresses then pulled on my leash and dragged me across the dungeon to a cage on the floor.  They forced me into the small cage and locked the cage door. I was squirming in agony. I tried to touch my genitals to relieve the pain put every time I moved I spread the burning pepper oils and only made my anguish worse. The mistresses examined their handiwork and headed upstairs indicating that they needed to get ready for their night on the town.


4/11/2013 6:18:36 AM

I heard the front door upstairs open and slam shut. The two mistresses had left the house for their night on the town. I prayed that I would be able to endure the pain of the peppers on my penis. But I had no choice. I was locked securely in their basement with no means of escape from my torment. I lost all track of time. I think that I must have passed out for a while. All I remember was the sound of the front door opening again. I heard voices. Mistresses Lisa and Candy were laughing loudly. I heard two male voices as well and another woman’s voice. The new voices sounded African American.

The door to the basement opened and my mistresses descended the stairs to their basement dungeon accompanied by two young black males and an enormous black Amazon woman. The mistresses explained how they had left me in my predicament and that it was time to give me some relief. The black studs laughed but the black Amazon seemed quite interested as she rubbed her crotch in anticipation. Listening to their conversation revealed that the black studs were there to pleasure the two mistresses, but the black Amazon was there to enjoy herself with me.

The black Amazon was about 6 feet tall and must have weighed at least 350 pounds. She wore tight pants, which encased her 60 inch bottom and a loose blouse that barely covered her enormous breasts. I was told by the mistresses that the black Amazon woman, who was introduced to me as Goddess Ebony, would have her way with me for the remainder of the night while the mistresses enjoyed the black studs, who turned out to be Goddess Ebony’s sons.

The mistresses and their studs went back upstairs leaving me alone with Goddess Ebony. I had no idea what evils she had in store for me, but all I could hope was that she would remove the pepper-filled condom that was burning my cock. Goddess Ebony walked over to me and looked deeply into my eyes. She had a strange grin and then spat on my face. Goddess Ebony explained that she despised worthless white losers and that she enjoyed teaching me proper respect for black women – all of whom are vastly superior to scumbags like me. Goddess Ebony pulled on my hair and forced my mouth wide open. She spat down my throat several times and told me how lucky I was to receive such a “gift.” She slapped my face quite hard. Then she slapped me again and again and again. My face was stinging from her attack but my burning cock still dwarfed the pain of her slaps. She looked at my trapped cock and laughed at my plight.

Goddess Ebony told me that it was time to release my worthless white cock from the pepper torture. She removed the condom and the hot peppers. Then she took a wet washcloth and wrapped it around my burning penis.  The wetness of the cloth brought temporary relief to my burning cock. She gently squeezed the wash cloth around my cock. The pressure hurt but the wetness brought relief from the burning.

“White pigs like you are only good for one thing,” the Ebony goddess proclaimed. “You must become a permanent slave to your superior black owner. And from now on I own you. You will do whatever I say, and do it promptly and perfectly. Otherwise, I will torture you beyond your worst fears.

For starters, you will lick and clean my beautiful black ass. You better get your tongue way up there or I will whip your cock and balls until they bleed.” The Ebony Goddess then removed her tight fitting pants and placed her enormous black ass over my face. She moved about initially making sure that my face was buried deep between her ass cheeks. The smell of her ass was awful. I could tell there was still some shit in her anus. She told me to lick up every morsel and make sure that her asshole was totally clean. Then she covered my face with her entire enormous behind and let her full weight crush my face under her. I struggled to breathe under the weight. Crack, crack – I felt the sting of her riding crop on my tortured cock and balls as she expressed her dissatisfaction with my ass worshipping behavior. Deeper and deeper I pressed my face between her butt cheeks licking her goddess ass with my tongue. But I began to lose consciousness as I struggled for breath. Just then she lifted up her ass a bit and let me catch a breath for a moment or two. Then she lowered herself upon my face once again.

This process went on and on. Each time I was about to pass out she lifted her enormous body and gave me some air. But each time she gave me air she also whipped my tender cock and balls mercilessly. “You worthless piece of white shit,” she exclaimed. “You’re going to learn to lick ass properly and eat my shit like the shithead you are. Scumbags like you must work hard for their ‘dinner’ and pay reparations for all the years you have discriminated against your superior black masters.

“You will learn your place. I own you now and will put you to work on my farm. You will be just another white pig working on the chain gang at my farm. You will receive daily discipline. Your ass will be permanently red from the canings and whippings I will administer. If you do a good job with your farm chores the discipline will be bearable. But if you fail to complete all of your chores to my satisfaction I will beat you to an inch of your life. And I am very hard to satisfy. I will keep you in chastity all of the time. And I will fuck your slave ass with my enormous black strap-on whenever I like. When I don’t have my strap-on up your ass I will keep a butt plug there just to remind you who is boss. Now open up your mouth and drink my golden nectar. Don’t miss a drop of my goddess urine. Swallow it all and think how fortunate you are to be owned by me from now on.  You will transfer all of your money, property and assets to me. You will have nothing left and will work naked except for the chastity device that locks you cock and balls in place. You will be on your knees except if I tell you to stand. The only time I will release you from your chastity is to whip and torture your useless white cock and balls. You will never be allowed to touch yourself or ejaculate again. How do you like that plan, you filthy scumbag? Are you ready for your life of slavery? I really don’t care if you are ready.  I own you and you have no say in the matter.”

She moved her enormous body and positioned herself over my open mouth. I felt the warm and salty liquid that she peed into my mouth. I tried to swallow every bit of it knowing that my tiny cock would be whipped and tortured if I missed a drop. What kind of crazy world had I fallen into? I knew that I would be chained and beaten and humiliated for the rest of my life. There would be no escape. And I would get no sexual release. My only purpose would be to serve this Ebony goddess and obey her every command. To resist would be futile. My life was ruined. I was totally humiliated and incapable of defending myself. My dabbling in BDSM had led to my total enslavement with no possibility of escape. My future was determined and I would be the lowest of the low – yet I couldn’t help to think how fortunate I was finally to be owned and controlled by a dominant mistress who excelled at humiliating and degrading me. I finally found the woman to put me in my place and keep me there forever.


11/12/2012 7:16:34 AM

Miss K. – The Prelude

Why do i get myself into such predicaments? i have led a primarily “vanilla” lifestyle but have succumbed to fantasies of submission to dominant women since i was in college. Although i have had a number of brief encounters with dommes – both professional and life-style - i only recently began to come under the complete control of a stern and demanding ebony Goddess who has “broken” me and now controls my every action.

i had first contacted Miss K through an on-line fetish website. We had met for lunch about a year ago. She was a voluptuous black woman who lived in my area. Needless to say, i was nervous about our first meeting, but Her sweet demeanor quickly comforted me and enabled me to communicate in my normal “alpha male” manner. Although we had a pleasant lunch, She sent me an e-mail afterwards indicating that She had difficulty seeing me as a submissive. i begged Her for another chance to prove my malleability, but She seemed to have no interest. Shortly after that, i learned that She had moved from the area.

i continued to survey fetish websites and made contact with a few dommes but never found anyone nearby who I “connected” with. Then, just a couple of months ago, I saw that Miss K had moved back to my area. i decided that it would be worth contacting Her on the chance that i might be able to convince Her to give me a trial as Her submissive in training. She agreed to meet for lunch again where we first met.

Prior to our first meeting last year, She had sent me a six page draft contract that described in copious detail Her requirements from a sub and all of the protocols that such subs must follow in serving Her. These protocols included proper ways to address her, use of capitalization (capital letters for Her, lower case for me) in writing to demonstrate respect and obedience, how to kneel in Her presence, and how to perform proper service at Her command. Most importantly, the contract forbade Her sub from having orgasm without permission, restricted meeting or dating other women, and declared that the sub’s mouth would be owned and used by the Mistress in any way She chose. Any failure to comply with the protocols would be met with the most severe discipline. The contract would be in force for three months and renewable by the Mistress at Her discretion. The purpose of the protocols and restrictions was to convert the trainee into a devoted and loyal sub whose every moment was consumed by devotion and adoration of his superior black Mistress.

She also made clear that She had an insatiable sexual appetite that could only be met by Her servant orally servicing Her pussy and licking and worshipping Her well-rounded bottom. She noted that She always would get satisfaction from such encounters. If Her sub failed to provide the multiple orgasms She sought, then She would give vent to Her sadistic streak and extract such satisfaction by torturing and whipping Her chattel into total subjugation. In our first meeting She seemed so sweet that i could not picture Her enjoying the infliction of pain. But She explained that She was quick to anger if Her demands were not met. She had a managerial job and punished her subs as a means of venting the anger that She felt when her employees failed to do their jobs properly. Since She couldn’t whip Her employees, She tortured the worthless subs who were foolish enough to subordinate themselves to Her.

i arrived early for our second meeting. She had texted me to say that She would be about an hour late. When She arrived, She was dressed in a very tight-fitting dress that showed off Her ample bosom and well-rounded bottom. i was excited to see Her and hoped that i could adjust my behavior to convince Her of my submissive potential. She embraced me when She arrived and i was instantly intoxicated by Her alluring perfume.  i realized at once that this was the ebony Goddess about whom i had fantasized for so many years. But then She showed me a copy of my text message response and asked if i noticed anything wrong. Immediately, i confessed that i had failed to follow the proper communication protocols but claimed that constraints with my cell phone made such protocols difficult. She sneered at my response but said nothing else on the matter at that time. Little did i realize that She would be compiling a list of my transgressions for which i would be severely disciplined at a later date.

i remained quiet during the beginning of our lunch. She asked why i was behaving this way and i confessed that i was trying to follow her lead to demonstrate my submissive potential. She laughed at my response and explained that i should behave normally in public. Later i would learn that my demeanor must be quite different in private. i would have few freedoms; my entire focus would be on serving Her. It would only be through pleasing Her that i could derive any modicum of satisfaction. In particular, i would learn that orgasms were no longer a right for me but rather a privilege that required long and dedicated service. i must earn the right of release, and such “earning” required both dedicated and impeccable service as well as my enduring the most severe discipline without complaint.

At the end of our lunch She indicated Her willingness to see me at my home. She would take me out for a “trial run” to see whether or not i could meet her severe standards for sub service. She indicated that i must communicate with her every day. Little did i appreciate at the time that this simple requirement would systematically move me into a subservient role from which there would be no escape. More generally, Her demands for how i must behave would strip me of any vestige of alpha male autonomy and condition me for the life of servitude that She intended for me. She subsequently told me that i should prepare a meal consistent with Her requirements. i made the fatal mistake of suggesting that i was unfamiliar with how to cook the dish She required and suggested an alternative. She immediately castigated me for my insolence. i had no choice but to do what She had commanded. Even though my intention had been benign, i quickly learned that i had no right to question my Mistress’ commands. This was the beginning of my journey into sub space – a place where my ego was subservient to the wishes of my Mistress. Obedience was the only way for me to survive this relationship. i must comply, or suffer the most extreme punishments for my insolence.

She made arrangements to meet me at my home. She sent a video to demonstrate the type of service that She required. The video was of an older white male slave who was forced to lick and worship his black Mistress’ pussy and ass. i was quite aroused by the video but worried about whether or not i would be able to provide the oral service to my Mistress for the amount of time depicted in the video. i made the mistake of sending back to her another video of what i thought was a similar theme. i was shocked to read her scathing criticism of my impertinence. She declared that I was a “fuck up” who consistently failed to meet Her exacting standards. It was clear to me that i would be forced to undergo the most extreme discipline in order to atone for my inappropriate behavior. She then explained that She would need to postpone our meeting for business reasons. i, like the fool that I was, asked permission to cum since we would not be meeting for an indefinite time period. She made clear to me in no uncertain terms that i had no right to release. Not only had i not earned the right for orgasm relief but my continual “fuck up” behavior only entitled me to get the “ass whooping” of a life time.

i sit here now wondering when or whether i will have the privilege of serving my ebony Goddess in person. i realize that She is expert in breaking white males and forcing them into submission. i long for such treatment but worry whether or not i have the capacity to satisfy Her insatiable demand for submission. i pray that i can meet her demands and long to subordinate myself to Her will. Only time will tell whether or not i can qualify to serve Her as She rightfully deserves.

 


11/12/2012 7:15:35 AM

Miss K – The Training

i have been waiting to hear from my Mistress.  She has told me that She will come visit when it suits Her. In the meantime, She has given me tasks to prepare myself to serve Her when we do meet. She requires that i write to Her every day and that i spend at least two hours each day thinking about how i would serve Her. She has instructed me to acquire various BDSM “toys” and to use them on myself as a way to prepare me for Her use and abuse of me once we do meet again.

i realize that my Mistress is very cunning. She knows that to break me She must first capture my independent spirit and teach me that i have only one purpose in life – to worship Her. She has much experience in transforming independent white males into groveling and subservient creatures who live only for Her attention, whether pleasurable or painful. She has explained that it is Her intention to own me totally – physically, psychologically, emotionally and financially. She understands how to manipulate my mind and my behavior to condition me for my future life of subservience.

Writing to Her every day forces me to think about Her and how much i crave Her attention. She often finds fault in my messages and chastises me for my incompetence or insubordination. Topping from the bottom, as She so often notes, is the worst possible sin for a submissive. She has no patience for such attitudes and reprimands me accordingly if my comments ever suggest such motives.  

She refuses to allow me to cum without permission. i have the sense that She will not permit me release unless i am in Her presence. That means that i will only be permitted release after i have serviced her and possibly only after i have been beaten thoroughly by Her for my poor performance or inappropriate behavior. Orgasm denial becomes a very powerful weapon in her hands. She is the only thing that i can think about. The longer that i am denied the deeper grows my dependency upon Her and my need to perfect my service to Her. It is only through impeccable performance and total servitude that I will be permitted to relieve the growing pain in my loins.

i have acquired several BDSM implements at her instruction. i now have a studded slave collar that i must wear whenever i prepare my messages to Her each day. She also requires that i wear cock and ball bondage while preparing my daily messages. In this way She ensures that i have the proper attitude. The wearing of the CBT bondage device enforces her mastery over me. i have also recently acquired a “gates of hell” device. It consists of a series of metal rings into which i place my testicles and my penis. The rings get smaller so that as my penis gets erect the rings constrain my movements. They serve as a kind of chastity device. My very erection causes my penis to be “locked” inside the metal rings. So long as I have an erection the metal rings squeeze my penis and testicles and cause considerable pain in my loins. Wearing this device prevents me from having an orgasm and reminds me of how much i crave Her control over me.

i have very sensitive nipples. She has commanded me to pinch and squeeze my nipples so that they will be ready for Her when we finally meet. She knows that squeezing my nipples is very painful and is a sure-fire way of getting my immediate attention. i have also acquired some butt plugs to train and abuse my ass. In this way i will be prepared to receive strap-on humiliation should my Mistress wish to torture me in this way. i do not enjoy having anything in my anus. My Mistress understands this and threatens me with nipple torture and with her strap-on as some of Her many ways of disciplining me.

i have also acquired a small whip and a leather paddle for spanking me. The whip can also be used to swat at my cock and balls. i know that my Mistress has much better discipline devices, including a wooden paddle, riding crops, canes and whips. She is adept at using all of these tools to make my white ass a lovely shade of crimson. i do not like pain but i understand that  only through firm and painful discipline will i ever achieve the total subjugation that is my fate.

My Mistress is a gorgeous ebony Goddess. She is naturally superior and enjoys humiliating worthless white scum like myself. i don’t know why this racial humiliation excites me but i have always found black women to be superior in every way. My Mistress, in particular, has the ability to dominate me with only the slightest gesture. She has a violent temper and can abuse me with the most degrading curses. i hate to hear her criticize me but i recognize how hard it is to meet Her exacting standards. She never forgets a slight and seems to love humiliating me for my failures. She makes me understand that i am a loser who does not deserve her attention. i must constantly remind myself  how fortunate i am to be a white sub under the total control of Her glorious ebony superiority. i must prostrate myself when in her presence. If i am fortunate, i may be allowed to lick and worship her high heels or leather boots. Better yet, i may be allowed to worship her beautiful black feet and toes – licking and sucking each glorious digit in turn.

She has instructed me to acquire warming massage oil. When we meet i will be expected to give her a massage. i am not experienced in giving massages so i worry that my performance will not be satisfactory. i will also be expected to lick and worship that sexual “temple” between her thighs. i am adept at oral worship but i do not know the particular ways in which She prefers to be serviced. But i do know that She is multi-orgasmic and requires multiple “happy endings.” She also has a beautiful and bountiful bottom.  i will be required to pay homage to Her ass by kissing and licking it clean. She enjoys face-sitting, so i may find myself smothered with my face buried between Her ample buttocks.

In short, i sit here in my home fantasizing about Miss K and hoping that i will be graced by her presence soon. But i also sit here worrying whether or not i will be able to endure the pain and suffering that She will impose if i do not “clean up my act” and become a true and dedicated submissive to Her indomitable will.


11/12/2012 7:14:31 AM

Miss K – Anticipation

i have been waiting. My Mistress said that She would tell me when She would come to visit and begin my training in person. In the meantime, She has given me tasks to prepare for our trial session.

i am growing frustrated. i don’t like this feeling. But i am smart enough to recognize that Miss K is using my impatience as a way to break my spirit and accelerate my descent into total submission. She plays me as if i were a marionette. She has psychological and physical “strings” that She pulls to control my movement.  She has recently given me permission to release. i should be delighted that She has been so generous as to relieve me of my orgasm denial. But i also see that Her generosity has further enslaved me. Now i can only cum when She allows. She is very clever --- and very controlling!

i seem to have pleased Her of late. She has sent positive messages to me, as compared to the vitriol that my bad behavior had previously evoked. i like to get nice messages from my ebony Goddess. But i also know that i need the stern and uncompromising constructive criticism that She is wont to give.

i have a strong ego. She knows how to break my will. i must stop trying to “outthink” her commands. It is only through strict obedience that i can escape the bonds of my ego and adopt the bonds of servitude to my Mistress. It is strange. For most of my life i have prided myself on my creativity and ability to apply my intellect to enhance situations. But my Mistress has made clear that i must obey her commands precisely. She has told me what dish She insists i prepare when we meet. My natural instinct has been to offer to cook a much tastier and nutritious dish, which is one of my gourmet specialties.  But i learned through Her earlier messages that such “enhanced” initiatives are totally unacceptable. I am beginning to understand just how hard it is to “turn off” my ego and obey her commands precisely. This is not a matter of pleasing Her better; it is a matter of my learning what true submission really entails. Learning to do whatever She commands when She commands it is an essential part of my education. It is only by overcoming my tendency to “improve” on Her requests that i will ever be able to reach that sub space that i so much need.

The spring weather is very pleasant. But as the weather improves i find my hormones acting up. i confess that i am growing hornier every day. i find myself making unnecessary trips to local shopping areas just so i can view the lovely girls and women in their much shorter and skimpier outfits. i realize that i am a bit of a voyeur. Seeing hot women in their sexy clothing really turns me on. i get even more excited by fetish clothing. Of course all this voyeurism only makes my orgasm denial that much harder to bear. i long for the opportunity to sublimate these sexual cravings and transform them through goddess worship and sexual service. Yet my Mistress keeps me waiting. i know that She is busy, but I suspect that She is delaying our trial session just to work me into a greater frenzy. Yes, She is very clever and totally capable of reshaping me mentally, emotionally and sexually.

My ebony Goddess sent me a video, which She commanded me to watch carefully. She made clear that this was an instructional video and that it demonstrated the type of service She would require from me once we meet again. The video depicted an older white submissive male forced to worship the pussy and ass of a younger voluptuous black Mistress. Watching the video was both very informative and very arousing for me. i imagined myself burying my face in my ebony Goddess’ private parts, inhaling her sensual aroma, licking Her clitoris and kissing and cleaning her beautiful bottom. i know that my Mistress enjoys face-sitting. i can’t imagine a better way to demonstrate my devotion than to have my ebony Goddess grind her bottom on my face, forcing me to lick her clean while She humiliates me by telling me how worthless and inferior i am. As a black Goddess, she is naturally superior to the white scum that i am. Only through dedicated service might i ever prove to be somewhat worthy of Her attention. And, of course, by enduring Her strict discipline might i learn to correct my failings as an inadequate submissive.

i realize that discipline will be an essential component of our relationship. There are two kinds of discipline. Regular (weekly?) discipline will be administered simply to keep me in the right psychological frame of mind. Regular discipline is not merited. Rather, it is something i must undergo on a regular basis to ensure that i remain attentive and totally committed to serving my superior Goddess. Specific punishment is administered when i fail to comply or otherwise disappoint my Mistress through inadequate performance. These specific punishments will often be much more severe. They are intended to purge me of my bad thoughts and inappropriate behavior. Although i cringe at the thought of being disciplined, i realize that harsh treatment is the only way that i can perfect my submission. It is very easy for me to fall back into my “alpha male” behaviors. My Ebony Goddess knows just how to break my will and force me to grovel and obey Her will. For it is only Her will that matters, and only Her desires and wants that i must commit to satisfying. my wants and needs no longer matter. All that matters is pleasing the Goddess to whom i now devote myself.

And so the days go on. i sit here waiting to hear from Her. i long to prove my worthiness, but i also feel the trepidation that is the unknown. i do not know for sure how She will treat me. Her contract makes clear my duties and obligations. During the trial period She will use and abuse me in any way that She sees fit. My only recourse is to appeal to Her mercy. But mercy is something that She may be very reluctant to offer. Since She is in command, i have little choice but to obey. But by obeying and working hard to serve her every command, i may yet achieve that sub space that I so crave.


1/13/2012 2:00:43 PM

My Encounter With the Madame

I am quite nervous because she will arrive soon.

I met Madame the night before at a public lounge. I truly enjoyed our time together, getting to know each other, and learning about our mutual kinks. She was short, pretty with an amazing body. She had a presence about her that was both sweet and controlling. We had a wide-ranging conversation, but eventually we got to the serious matters. She explained her rules, her expectations and the range of punishments that she would use if I dared to disobey. I explained that I was relatively inexperienced and did not know my pain threshold. She smiled and said she would find it.

Tonight I am in the foyer of my house awaiting her arrival.

She instructed me to be naked and on my knees when she arrives. I am to leave my front door open and await her command when she enters my home. I shiver in fear and anticipation. She has warned me about her temper and her complete disdain for inferior male slaves, such as me. I am a worthless piece of shit that does not deserve a goddess such as she. I confess that her verbal abuse of me gets me hot. I don’t know why but the dynamic of total subjugation is an extreme turn on. She will use me to lick her pussy and to worship her magnificent ass. She will tease and torture me for her amusement. And she will humiliate me further by revealing my enslavement before her domme friends.

She arrives at my house.

My front door opens and she steps into my house. She is wearing high heeled boots, a leather mini-skirt and a black leather coat. She is dragging a suitcase on wheels behind her. She scans the foyer and then looks down on me. Her expression changes instantly from a bemused smile to an angry snarl.

Whack, whack! She slaps my face and yells, “You worthless worm. How dare you look at me. You must keep your eyes lowered to the ground at all times unless I allow otherwise. I thought we could have a good time together but now I see that I have my work cut out for me. I need to shape you into proper slave behavior. You know that you don’t deserve my attention, but I will make you pay for your insolence.”

So saying, she puts a dog collar around my neck and drags me into the bedroom. I had left some fine wine for her by the bed stand, as she had instructed.  She sits on the bed and points to her lap. She ties my hands behind my back.  I straddle her knees as she spanks me. Lightly at first, the slaps grow more severe as my ass cheeks redden. She explains how I must devote myself to her and always abide by her commands. She declares that she now owns me. My genitals, in particular, now belong to her to be used and abused as she may choose. And she explains that my mouth and tongue will be used by her as a kind of human vibrating dildo. My punishments often will reflect how well or poorly I do my work between her sumptuous thighs. I will be her furniture to be sat upon. My face will be buried in her beautiful buttocks. I am her ass cleaner and need to prove my worth in that regard.

She ties my balls in leather cord that she has brought with her. Madame seems to be an expert in cock and ball torture. She squeezes my penis and testicles once they are securely bound. Then she slaps at my private parts with a riding crop. Although she swats lightly, the stinging sensation is almost unbearable. My cheeks still hurt from her spanking and the CBT is making me wonder why I ever let myself into this predicament. But I have no choice at this point. I am bound and at her mercy. I must obey. I know that any resistance from me will only engender greater torment and pain.

She explains that I will no longer be allowed to cum without her express permission. She believes that orgasm denial is an essential part of my training. Sexual release is a rare pleasure that can only be permitted to me when I have proven myself worthy and against her exacting standards. Later on she may put me into a locking chastity belt to guarantee my loyalty and obedience when she is not around.

 She sits on the side of the bed with her legs spread. Pulling on my leash she guides me to my knees and pushes my head between her awesome thighs. She relaxes the pressure from her legs so my head can move deeper in her lap and towards the “promised land.” Once she has me positioned firmly against her vagina, she tightens the pressure of her thighs around my head. I kiss her vaginal lips. I lick the inside of her pussy while inhaling her aroma. She squirms in pleasure as I move my face around inside her. The tip of my tongue finds her love button. I lick and suck on her clitoris. I can feel her spasms through the thighs that contain my face. Every time she comes her whole body shakes. I am an organic part of her ---triggering the orgasmic spasms while trembling inside her body.

She rolls me on my back and kneels above my face on the bed. “Kiss it slave!’” she commands. “Bury your pale white face in my beautiful Latina ass. Learn your place. You are my ass slave. You worship my ass. You pray to it. You dream of it. You do anything that I tell you just so you can kiss and smell it. You are a disgusting loser. You are lower than shit. And you have no escape from my control. You will serve me every day – doing as I command. I will give you weekly discipline to ensure your mindfulness. You will be trained and molded into the perfect slave. And you will serve my girlfriends along with me. They love to torture and abuse a servile piece of crap like you. Yes, we are going to have a very good time together.”

And thus I find myself as I write this…


1/13/2012 1:59:24 PM

My Predicament

How did I ever get into this situation? It had started innocently enough. Madame and I had met at my house for a lovely dinner. She seemed so sweet and caring. Even though she had warned me that she had a sadistic streak, I ignored her warnings and enjoyed our time together.

After dinner she commanded me to strip naked and bend over a chair. She took out a leather paddle and pounded my bare ass. She loves the color red and declared that she would make my tender behind her favorite color. I could hardly bear the pain, but she reassured me that this discipline was an important part of how we would learn to relate to each other. She is an experienced domme and is well versed in the subtle techniques of breaking and enslaving alpha males like myself.

Ever since that first beating I have learned to always obey without objection. She has used pain and occasional rewards to shape my behavior and ensure my compliance. This is not what I was looking for in a mistress. I had hoped to engage in a more sensual relationship, but she had other ideas. Her primary interest was to take total control over me and my life. And she certainly knew how to do just that. Ever since that first night I have cowered in fear striving to perform her tasks perfectly. I know that any failure on my part will lead to more severe discipline and humiliation.

She followed the beating that first night with a foot worship session. I was made to lick and suck on each of her freshly-pedicured toes. Then she grabbed my testicles and squeezed quite hard. “You will be my total slave.” she said. “I own and control you from now on. These worthless balls are mine to use and abuse whenever I choose. You are no longer allowed to come without my express permission, and you will only rarely get such permission from me. I will keep you locked up in chastity when I am away from home. That way I will be sure that you always remember that you are my slave slut. You are a worthless piece of shit and you should be grateful that I even condescend to bother with you. But you have potential. With proper training, discipline and humiliation, you will learn your place and how to please me. I expect oral service from you every day, and it had better get me off, or else! And you will service my girl friends when they come over here as well. You will watch as they and I make passionate love. You will crave the ability to participate with us, but you will be denied. But you will grovel at their feet and take any and all punishment that they decide to administer. They are both more sadistic than I am, so you had best be especially humble and servile in their presence. It will be great fun watching you cower and grovel at our feet, worshipping our private parts, licking our bountiful bottoms and serving as our footstool or sofa seat.”

And so it has been ever since that first night. I have tried to terminate the relationship but I am powerless to do so. She has taken control of my body, my mind and my emotions. Try as I may, I know that I cannot live without her and her dominance. She told me that I would feel an incredible release of stress once I gave in to her and allowed her to rule my life. She makes all of the decisions and indulges her passions often at my expense. I hate being in this situation yet I crave her control. I don’t know how to explain why I feel this way, but I do. She has me under her total control and I sit patiently waiting for her next command.

I do not know what she has in store for me tonight. But I know that it will likely include suffering and humiliation on my part. I tremble at the thought of what might happen.

But wait! I hear the front door opening. I had better drop to my knees before she enters the house. Woe is me! I hope I can survive the night. But since I am in such fear, why is my erection so hard?


11/6/2011 7:06:54 AM

Part 1 - Encounter With Linda

I had been looking forward to meeting Linda for some time. We had corresponded on e-mail and she had shared a number of photos of herself. I confess that I was sexually aroused by her photos and suspected that our meeting would be quite special. She was young and beautiful and took great pride in her ability to work her sexual wiles over men. I was quite excited to finally meet her, though I wasn’t sure what would happen when I saw her in the flesh.

I knocked on the hotel door and heard her soft voice beckon for me to enter. I opened the door and saw her lounging on the sofa. The only thing that I can say is that she was incredibly hot looking. She was wearing thigh high black leather boots with 5 inch stiletto heels. She wore a very short black leather mini skirt revealing her sumptuous thighs. And her ample bosom was barely covered by a very low cut white blouse. Her face was as beautiful as in the pictures. Her long blonde hair reached to her shoulders.

She motioned for me to enter the room and pointed to the floor. I knew instantly that she wanted me to drop to my knees and crawl on all fours to her. She had a wry smile evidencing the power that she knew she had over me. Just a simple hand gesture was enough to make me grovel with lust before her. She knew that she had captured my sexual imagination and would enjoy toying with my libidinal needs as she exercised her sexual dominance over me. She was in control and she would use me to satisfy her own kinky sexual cravings.

I crawled towards her. She stretched out her left leg and told me to kiss and worship her leather boots. I put my lips on the tip of her extended foot and lovingly licked the top and sides of the boot. She lifted her leg higher and made me kiss the sole of her boot and then pressed the long stiletto heel into my mouth. I sucked on the heel. My eyes were closed as I breathed in the aroma of the fresh leather. She lowered her left leg and directed me to worship her right leg in a similar manner. She then told me to sit back on my knees as she pressed the tip of her boot against my rapidly hardening erection. She laughed as she played with me knowing full well how much I craved her.

I then stood up and put one arm under her knees and the other behind her back. I lifted her beautiful and luscious body from the couch and carried her to the bed. I removed my clothes while she unzipped and removed her thigh high boots. We pressed our lips together in our first embrace. Her lips were like soft butter. Our lips seemed to melt together; our tongues darting lightly into each other’s mouths. I smelled the intoxicating aroma of her perfume. I was in a daze.

I caressed her ample bosom and tweaked her erect nipples. I heard her moan as I continued to suck and nibble on her nipples. I then moved down to the bottom of the bed and began massaging her freshly pedicured feet. I kissed her feet; rather, I made love to her feet. I sucked on each lovely toe individually. I licked between each beautiful digit. I bit down lightly on the fleshy part of her big toes. I held her calves lovingly in my hands as I continued to worship her. She began to writhe on the bed and moan as my caressing of her feet seemed to arouse her. I made my way up her legs kissing her calves and then her knees and then her thighs.

Finally I spread her legs more widely as I pressed my lips against her vaginal lips. I inserted my tongue into her private parts. I grabbed hold of her sumptuous buttocks as I pressed my face ever deeper into her love box. Her body moved up and down as I continued to lick and suck her wet pussy. Then I moved my tongue higher until I found her clitoris. I pressed my tongue against her love button and licked and sucked ever more vigorously. Her body moved more excitedly against my face. I held her ass cheeks firmly in my hands as she pressed my face ever deeper into her private parts. Her moaning changed to soft screams as she reached one and then another orgasm. I could feel her whole body spasm as she reached the heights of orgasmic ecstasy. She was panting as I kept up my lovemaking. She yelled for me not to stop. She ground her pussy against my face as she continued to squirt her love juices with each successive orgasm.

This was just the beginning of our night of erotic pleasure. The rest of what happened is for another story…


11/6/2011 7:06:36 AM

Part 2 - Encounter With Linda (continued)

After her second orgasm I sat up on the bed as Linda and I both let our heart rate and breathing settle down. I leaned over and kissed her on her lips again. She tasted so sweet. She then stood up and placed her hands behind my head. She pulled me close to her and pressed my face to her breasts. I kissed and sucked on her erect nipples. She caressed the back of my head while she told me how much she had enjoyed what I had done. She told me that she had a special surprise for me.

She asked me to turn around while still sitting on the bed. She gently pulled my arms behind my back. I wasn’t sure what was happening, but then I heard a snapping sound as I felt metal handcuffs locking my wrists behind my back. She continued to kiss me and caress me even as she was imprisoning me and making me unable to protect myself against whatever she might have in mind.

She pushed me down onto the bed. She then took a thin leather cord and tied it around my genitals. She wrapped it several times around my testicles and then around the base of my erect penis. She pulled tightly on the cord and tied a knot. The cord constricted the blood flow to my genitals and caused my erection to grow even harder. She perused her handiwork and chuckled as she took pride in her control over my erection. She explained that my cock and balls were now her property and that she would do with them whatever she pleased.

She caressed my balls with her hands, using her fingernails to tease and torment my testicles. Then she pinched my cockhead and stroked my erect penis. She stroked slowly at first but then increased the pressure and frequency of her motions. I felt like I would burst from the pressure. Then she stopped stroking me. She paused for a moment to review her handiwork and then touched the tip of my engorged penis with her tongue. She opened her mouth and began to suck on my erect member. Up and down, up and down, her mouth stimulated my cock and brought me to a level of extreme ecstasy. I felt like I couldn’t control myself any longer and would cum at any moment. She gently pressed her teeth against my penis. I thought that I would lose all control.

Then, all of a sudden, she stopped her sucking on my cock. She explained that I was not allowed to cum until she gave me permission. She would subject me to tease and denial in order to increase the intensity of our love making. She explained that any man would do whatever his mistress wanted until he had cum. By controlling my orgasms she would take control over my sexual being and ensure that I was always ready and willing to serve her needs rather than simply getting myself off.

I was in a frenzy. I felt the need to ejaculate but she had me under her strict control. She took out a riding crop and used it to swat at my cock and balls. She didn’t hit me very hard but the impact drove me wild. I needed to get release but was controlled by this beautiful and sexy vixen. She seemed to get ever more excited as she saw me in my sexual need. Then she sat upon me positioning her pussy above my erect blood-engorged penis. Slowly she let her body descend upon me making sure that my penis entered her wet and juicy vagina. Linda was relatively smaller than me so her pussy was very tight around my penis. Up and down, up and down, up and down, she moved her body bringing me to the heights of orgasmic delight. Finally, I could contain myself no longer. I reached a climax and squirted my semen into her luscious pussy. I kept squirting, more than I had ever done before.

When we were done, she removed the leather cord from my genitals and unlocked the handcuffs around my wrists. We kissed passionately. I knew that I would never find another woman who thrilled me as much as Linda. We cuddled and fell asleep in the bed spooning each other.

What more could any man want?


11/6/2011 7:05:09 AM

Part 3 - Linda Takes Control

I waited naked on my hands and knees for Linda to arrive at our room. I wasn’t quite sure what had happened. She had been so shy and demure in our earlier interactions but tonight she seemed to be a different woman – much more assertive and commanding. She knew what she wanted and she would get what she wanted from me.

After entering the room, she handcuffed my wrists behind my back, tied a tight leather cord around my genitals, and attached a leash to my genital bondage to taunt and lead me about. She made me stand naked in front of the open window while she went into the other room to change. She emerged dressed in a kinky dominatrix outfit and had a wry smile on her face. She slapped me several times and declared that I had better learn to behave and obey – or else. She told me that I needed to learn proper obedience and that tonight would be my introduction into respectful subservience and goddess worship. From now on I was only to speak when spoken to and must always address her as Goddess or Mistress. I was her bitch boy and sex toy, and would be treated accordingly.

She sat on a chair and motioned for me to drape myself across her lap. She began spanking my naked derriere – first lightly and then with growing force. My ass cheeks began to sting under her assault but she continued. Finally after about 25 spanks on each cheek she paused and explained that I had better learn to enjoy such discipline and warned that the punishments would become much more severe if I failed to obey her every command. To prove her point, she grabbed hold of a leather paddle and whipped my ass cheeks with much greater force. Now the stings were growing unbearable. I cried out for her to stop but my agony seemed to arouse her still further. I could feel my erect penis pushing between her thighs. The paddling seemed to get her juices going as she moved against my growing manhood. Then she stopped and motioned for me to get on my knees and worship her leather clad feet.

As I groveled before her she explained the new “rules” that would govern our relationship from now on. She planned to draw up a formal contract, which would explain my duties and responsibilities and which would also specify the constraints under which I would behave henceforward. I must always obey her and do whatever she ordered immediately and without complaint. I must always treat her with the reverence that a superior goddess deserves. I must no longer see or date other women. And most of all, I must never cum without her express permission. Any failure to abide by these rules would lead to much more severe and painful punishment. She said that men cannot be trusted, but she would allow me to maintain my orgasm denial on my own word of honor. But if she found that I had cum without permission, she would lock my genitals into a chastity device and she would hold the only key. She said that she could tell whether or not I had secretly cum by measuring the amount of semen I produced on those few occasions when she allowed me release. If the semen amounts were below normal then she would know that I had been unfaithful to her commands.

She then stood up and commanded me to kiss and worship her beautiful behind. She told me to kiss and lick each beautiful cheek. Then she spread her cheeks and ordered me to bury my face in her ass licking her anus as deeply as I could. The smell was overwhelming and I felt the humiliation of being her ass licker, but I also felt the exhilaration of being totally under her control. She could do anything with me and make me perform in any way that amused her. Then she laid me on my back and sat upon my face. She ground her wet pussy onto me. My tongue darted out and found that magic place where I could give her pleasure. She ground her pussy on my face delighting in my oral service. I heard her moans and cries as she reached orgasm.

Then she stood up and told me that I had been doing a passable job of serving her this evening but that I would soon learn to perform much better. She told me that she would be leaving her husband within the week and would then move into my home in the country. That way she would take control over me 24/7 rather than just on our occasional trysts in the city. I would be subject to a weekly discipline session to ensure that I continued to devote myself totally to her. And of course she would use my money and other assets to continue to enjoy herself at my expense.

She dismissed me at that point without providing me with any sexual relief. She reminded me of her “rules” and promised that she would be taking full control when she moved in next week. I left the room filled with fear and apprehension about what I had let myself in for. But I also left with the hardest erection I had had in many years.


10/5/2009 7:43:45 AM
What follows is the first section of another fantasy story celebrating inter-racial domination and fetish obsession. There are further sections to this story and the story that I began in my prior Journal entry that I would be happy to share with anyone interested. Just let me know via e-mail...

I felt frustrated and empty ever since my wife had died. I tried to meet women but found that the normal “vanilla” dating scene was not working for me. I knew that I had a submissive streak and was a bit of a voyeur, but I hadn’t found a way of satisfying this need.  Instead, I found myself wandering about in my day to day activities noticing various women and girls whom I knew that I could never have.

I oftentimes went to the nearby shopping mall, not so much to shop but more to ogle the luscious teen and twenty something women who wandered about the mall in their tight-fitting and revealing clothing. I lusted after these women even though I knew that they would only laugh at me if I ever expressed my true desires. I had even tried some humiliation web sites where young and nubile women mocked and belittled me. Constant refrains of “loser” and “worthless piggie” filled their responses to my plaintive cries for acknowledgement. I actually paid these websites for the privilege of being humiliated and demeaned.  The voyeur in me craved these women yet my secret submissive nature forced me to undergo their masturbation control and orgasm denial. They would take me to the brink of exploding and then deny me the release that I so craved. And then they would laugh at my predicament and note that a loser like me could never ever hope to get release from a nubile young cock mistress, no matter how much I paid in tribute.

I knew that I needed to change and somehow find a real rather than cyber mistress who could shape me into the subservient being that was my true nature. But how could I find such a woman? As a voyeur, I was attracted to beautiful women, but I was most of all attracted to large and well shaped derrieres. Nothing was more appealing to me than a full figured black woman with an ample posterior. I don’t know why I had this fixation. I suspect that it derived from my early childhood when we had a black cleaning woman with an incredible body. I had not yet reached puberty so her ample body and large back-side had an indelible imprint on my psyche. Ever since, I had always felt attracted to such bountiful black beauties but had also felt incredibly nervous and inferior in their presence.

I began to frequent public malls and shopping areas where more of the clientele where African American women. This wasn’t a conscious shift on my part. Rather my fetish needs seemed to take over and shape my day to day behavior. I loved the sound of these black women as they laughed and joked amongst themselves. I imagined that they were joking about me and laughing at my tiny penis and sexual inadequacies.  My fantasy was that they would use and abuse me as a form of retribution for the indignities that the white male had imposed upon the black woman. This “turnabout” aroused me. The notion of a dominant woman of color taking control over me and using me as her humiliated and inferior slave never failed to arouse my otherwise tiny penis. To be controlled, demeaned and forced to perform the most vile acts to please a full figured black goddess was my fantasy. And to be forced to worship her enormous black ass was the ultimate form of my enslavement dream.

I found myself one afternoon wandering about in a racially mixed neighborhood. I couldn’t help but notice all of the attractive black women on the streets and in the stores. Most wore tight-fitting pants or skirts. I was in voyeur heaven indulging my basest tendencies. I tried not to appear like I was leering at all of these women, but it was difficult to avoid this mass of black feminine pulchritude. I stared into various storefronts. Sometimes I would notice an attractive woman inside the store, but mostly I used the store window as a makeshift mirror whereby I could stare at the women walking by me without their noticing.

Then I turned the corner onto the major shopping street in the area and saw Her. She was the most incredibly bountiful black woman I had ever seen. She was over six feet tall in her high heels and must have weighed more than 350 lbs. She had an enormous ass (at least 50+ inches, I estimated) encased in bright yellow skin-tight pants. She had an ample bosom, but it was that incredible posterior that riveted my attention. I couldn’t believe my eyes! Though her hips were wide, what made her ass so exciting was how it protruded from her relatively small waist. The curve of her bottom was awe inspiring. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.  As she walked down the street her tight buttocks swayed from side to side in the most enticing motion. My normally limp cock jumped to attention and formed a noticeable bulge in my pants. I was embarrassed to stare at her but I couldn’t help myself. Here before me was the most beautiful and desirable full figured black woman that I had ever had the temerity to dream of. She was here in the flesh - my fantasy woman, and she hadn’t even noticed my staring at her. She walked ahead slowly and I couldn’t help but follow her. My eyes were glued to her fabulous bottom though I tried to look nonchalant so others wouldn’t notice my obvious enchantment. She wandered into and out of several stores. I hung about on the street pretending to look into store windows but actually counting the minutes until she would reappear again. I was totally out of control. My body had been taken over by my ass fetish and I felt compelled to follow her where ever she went. I lost track of time. I could think of nothing but her magnificent bottom and how much I would long to press my white face against her beautiful ebony ass in the most obedient and  servile fashion. I was ready to do her every bidding, just so long as I could ogle and worship her bountiful posterior. I didn’t know who this goddess was, but it didn’t matter. I was ready to be putty in her hands and throw myself at her feet in submission.

As she continued her wanderings in and out of stores I tried to keep myself inconspicuous. Sometimes I crossed the street so she wouldn’t notice that I was always behind her. I dallied by shop windows when she entered various stores. This subterfuge was made more difficult when she entered a Victoria Secrets store. I would be hard pressed to explain why I was looking through the window at this store filled with sexy female undergarments. In reality I was totally captivated at the sight of her examining the skimpiest of bras, panties and garter belts. How could she even fit into those garments? They must have a special size for women as large and robust as my thick ebony fetish goddess.  I even occasionally walked ahead of her to belie the fact that I was actually shadowing her. She looked back on several occasions. I couldn’t tell if she had noticed me, although I sensed that she grew suspicious because I was always nearby. I detected a scowl on her face, which made me suspect that she had caught on to me. But I couldn’t stop. I was so captivated by this full figured ebony beauty and her enormous bottom that I lost all control over my movements.

Finally she entered a large apartment building. I followed her into the crowded lobby and saw that she was ambling over to the elevator. There were a number of other people standing before the elevator as well. I added myself to this group knowing full well that she must now realize that my presence near her was not accidental.  When the elevator doors opened we all entered and filled the elevator chamber. I surreptitiously positioned myself in the rear of the elevator and managed to stand just behind my ebony goddess and her magnificent derriere. More people entered the elevator thereby forcing everyone to squeeze more tightly into the elevator chamber. My ebony goddess moved herself further back pressing her imperial buttocks against my body. My pulsating cock was pressed firmly against her large but firm ass cheeks. I was in heaven. I cannot explain the thrill I felt in feeling her touch me in this way. It was all that I could do to control myself from reaching out and grabbing her hips to press her body ever more tightly against me. She moved her powerful ass a bit and in so doing inadvertently stroked my rock hard erection. I actually feared that I might cum from all this excitement.

As the elevator rose and stopped at various floors, people began to exit the elevator chamber. Yet she remained standing in the same position pressing her ass against my servile penis. I knew that she was aware of what was going on and had decided to toy with me and use her bountiful charms to capture and control me. Finally, as the last of the other elevator occupants got off at their floors so only the two of us were left, she took a step forward and pressed the stop button on the elevator. The two of us were now alone in the elevator chamber. She turned around and reached out to grab my genitals, not in a sensual way but rather in a painful and cruel manner. She was no longer toying with me, but had instead decided that it was pay back time for my insolence.

“How dare you follow me like that, you insolent and worthless white pig shit” she exclaimed as she slapped my face several times. “I should call the police and have you arrested for stalking me, but that would be too good for a scumbag like you. I really feel like you should get a lesson you will never forget. A white nothing like you should never ever disrespect any black woman again.” With that, she hit the start button on the elevator. She grabbed my right ear lobe and dragged me out through the opening elevator doors. She spat at me and continued to curse me as she forced me down the hallway towards her apartment. Although I might have been able to resist, I was trembling so much at her vehemence and anger that total obedience was the only thing that I could imagine doing. Oh what a fool I was! Little did I understand what pain and torture awaited me behind the doors of her apartment, and little did I realize how this encounter would change the course of my life, transforming me from a lonely widower into an abject slave of this enormously endowed ebony goddess.

What happened behind the doors of her apartment will be covered in the next chapter of this story…

 

2/17/2009 7:48:30 AM
After considerable feedback, I have edited my profile to reflect a more servile posture than did my prior profile. The interests of my mistress always prevail. My prior profile did not sufficiently reflect commitment to this principle, since it included a list of my preferences. 

I remain interested in feedback to help me clarify the difference between "submissive" and "slave." I have been told by some dommes to declare myself as "submissive", since this would still entitle me to some rights. However, another domme has told me that I am definitely more a "slave" than a "submissive." I welcome anyone's thoughts on the distinction.

5/22/2007 6:17:57 PM
Several mistresses have told me that my profile is impertinent. They have told me that a true slave does not express what he/she is interested in or wants. Rather, a true slave should communicate only what he/ she is prepared to do for the superior mistress.

I am new to this world and am hoping to learn the proper way to present myself. I welcome any feedback on the proper way to communicate and to express my commitment to serving a superior woman.

Please let me know if you agree that my profile is inappropriate. I do not intend to misrepresent myself and am seeking the best way to express myself to those of you who enjoy using and abusing your submissive chattel.

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slipknotslady73
 
 Age: 33
  Virginia