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Sissy A Flame -From the Bitchmaker Chronicles
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1st off, this is a story for sissies everywhere who adore and worship big black cock. If you can’t hang with that shit, move the fuck on.
2nd. I’ve tinkered with these events to protect the innocent, the not so innocent, and definitely the guilty. These stories are a blend of fiction, intermingled with actual experiences to present the powerful energies that connect dominant Nubian / Black alpha males with totally sissy, beta, omega, fem, transgender, and all those who submit to the adoration of black manliness which I call ‘The Blackness’. With that said.
3rd. I am a Bitchmaker, or in other words, I seek out sissies like you. I routinely break you down, breed you and seed you, then turn your ass out. I warn you sissies str8-up, I can smell you, I can feel the energy signals you send out, I receive those signals and return it with a powerful answer that will seduce, lure and captivate you with my sheer male dominance. I’m 6-foot even, 200 Lbs. of hard muscular manhood, with a 9” thick vascular spear between my legs ready to do work. I pump heavy iron and keep my body hard and not just to stay in shape while I track you down. It’s also because male physical eye-candy is irresistible for most of you and besides, I love the attention.
I don’t give a fuck about your opinion, lifestyle, your financial or marital status, education level, or whatever the fuck you are, be warned If you run across me you are very vulnerable. If I want you, I will hunt you down like a predator and put you to the dick and I never have to use a weapon (other than my hard-black flesh spear), or threats of v******e.
4th. My ultimate goal is your admission through submission to your hunger for big black cock and the hot potent white sperm it ejaculates and eventually will lead to your addiction to hard black vascular flesh which may or may not lead to hormone therapy, breast and booty implants, but let’s not get it twisted here. I’m not out to harm or distress sissies. I consider myself as more of a sissy liberator, better still, I release the sissy from the restrictions and chains of societal, religious, political programming that imprisons and causes them to suppress who they really are. I simply draw the sissy out into the open, revealing their true-selves to themselves, thusly freeing them to live their lives as they were born to be, which is between the legs of a big dick black man. Finally, I warn all you sissies, and those who fancy a big black dick, beware and watch your ass, cause I will be as well.

I first saw him when he entered the main gym with a gorgeously hot young lady by his side. Her body was hot and deeply tanned. At the time I was training a client, so that’s where my main focused lied, however, I couldn’t help stealing a peek at this sweet piece of juicy fruit. The couple made their way over to the Smith-Machines. That’s when I overheard him as he bragged about his workout regimen, and how he was in great shape and I must admit, he had a very nice swimmer’s physique. They both wore athletic running tights leggings and to my surprise, this guy’s waist and lower body nearly rivaled hers. I occasionally glanced up to get a better look at her and caught him taking a closer look at me.
I had on a pair of camouflage military green jogging pants, and a solid white polo shirt with the gyms symbol on the pocket.
I escorted my client to another area when suddenly I hear someone cry for help. I turn and see this guy’s trapped beneath 180 pounds of plates loaded on a barbell. I rushed over and assisted the young lady to lift and place the weight back on the bench rack.
She smiled warmly as she gently stroked my muscular arm and thanked me. I felt a connection but whatever feeling was there quickly dissipated when she addressed her companion.
“Wow, I can’t believe it, I caught a cramp in leg. Thanks man” he shook my hand.
“No problem,” I nodded and smiled, fully aware it was a bullshit move to save whatever face he had left. I could tell his expression of gratitude was superficial more than anything and although his excuse was plausible to the untrained eye, I could see there was just a hint of envy, possibly jealousy and definitely humiliation for being shown up in front of this sexy lady. That became clear after she smiled, thanked me once more, glanced over at her partner, spun on her heels, and stated coldly. “Let’s go.”
I watched this fool as he trotted after her like a wounded puppy. I had to chuckle at how pathetic this guy looked. About two weeks later, the same time, same place, and I’m instructing the same client when this same guy calls out to me. I thrust a finger in his face, as if to say, hold that thought. Once my client finished his set, I set him up on the Smith Machine to do some squats. I called the guy over and he said he wanted to speak to me. I deliberately made him wait until I finished training my client before I allowed him to approach me, just to see if he would acquiesce to my demand. I escorted my client to the treadmill before I turned to address this guy.
He said his name was Martin Maccoby and he worked for an investment firm. The hot lady was a prospective client who interested in having his firm launch a marketing strategy for a new line of gym gear. I stood with my arms folded across my hard-muscular chest covered by a black tight-fitting T-shirt, with charcoal grey jogging pants. He had on a pair of black with red-trimmed running tights and matching tank-top. I wanted to laugh in his face after he told me the young lady decided to look to another firm to handle her marketing, but I just let it ramble. He continuously thanks me. I detected a slight English accent and asked where he was from and he said the UK. He goes on this long verbal diatribe as if to convince me of his lame excuse. For the most part, I ignored him until he asked could I give him a few weightlifting tips.
I gave my full attention to the platinum blonde-haired, small-framed guy with Romanesque facial features, and light blue eyes and at that moment, I knew this guy was a Bitch in Waiting, or as I like to say, a ‘BIW’. Finally, I extend and shook his hand, I could feel the weakness in his grip and knew he dialed by his strength in respect to that of mine. This guy definitely had a lot of bitch in him and with just the thought, my big black cock twitched. I moved a little closer as I stated harshly. I deliberately flexed my muscles and flaunted my superior masculinity over him. His eyes lingered on my larger hand and that confirmed my suspicion. This guy was most definitely a ‘BIW’.
“Listen, man, you want a tip, well start here.” I pointed a finger into his chest as I spoke. “Know your limitations. You were just showing off. Judging from your physique, I can see you work out often, so I won’t challenge that, but either you haven’t in a long time, or you’re used to working with lighter weights. Either way, when you’re trying to impress someone, stick with light weights, and here’s another thing. Respect the intelligence of someone you’re trying to bullshit. Are you looking for a personal trainer?”
He said no, and that while he used to work out often, his work schedule was just too chaotic to find time to hit the gym.
“So, you knew damn well, when you laid down on that bench you weren’t ready for that weight?” I challenged.
He tried to regurgitate the line of bullshit once again but this time I shut that shit down.
“Listen, man, I’m about to finish up with this client, you hang around and wait for me.”
“Well, I did have other plans.” He modestly stated, and I quickly fired back. “Cancel them.”
I glanced in one of the mirrors and caught sight of him as I escorted my client away as he stood there with this dumb look on his face. Once I finished with my client, I call the bitch over and had him follow me into the locker room. Once there, I seductively pulled my polo shirt up and over my head, and as I did so, I flexed the striated muscles of my upper and lower torso. This is a shrewd cunning tactic because it allows your prospective bitch to freely eye fuck you when they believe they can’t be seen. I then stripped out of my jogging pants and revealed my black and grey ‘Good Devil Briefs’ which also displayed my semi-erect cock which stretched the fabric of the undergarment. I heard him as he gasped beneath his breath and I knew he was under my spell. I flexed my straitened filled chest, laid my arm against a locker, and looked him in his blue eyes.
“Are you going to shower?” he asked as his eyes devoured my hardcore physique.
“Why, you wanna join me?” I quickly fired back.
He threw his hand over his mouth as he blushed then waved both his hands. “Oh, no, I was just asking because you just finished working out.”
“I didn’t break a sweat. I work out alone, my clients can’t hang with me for the most part, that’s why they’re clients. Besides, I rarely take showers here. I’d rather take them at home. That outfit is required for the trainers who work at the gym. When I get home I’ll shower, you wanna watch me there?” I asked boldly and once again caught him completely off guard.
“Oh no, no…I think I’m giving you the wrong impression.” He emphatically stated while his clitty pressed against the fabric of his pants.
“What impression might that be,” I challenged as I quickly glanced about to see if anyone was paying close attention, then subtly slid my hand over my bulge and watched his eyes subtly followed.
“I don’t…I don’t swing that way. I’m not gay.”
“No, you’re Martin Maccoby…right?”
“Yes”
“Isn’t that the name your mother and father gave you?”
“Yes”
“So, don’t be so afraid of what some ignorant person might choose to label you. Do you still want those workout tips?”
“Yes please,” he answered.
“Alright, I’ll lay it out for you. You like protein shakes?”
“Yeah, I could use one about now.” He answered.
“Cool, let’s go then.”
“Where, to the juice bar?” He asked.
“Nah, I only drink that water down shit when I have to. Mine are much better, stiffer, and thicker, something you can savor. I have my own juice bar at my place.”
“Your place,” He repeated nervously.
“Is there a probably with that, are you afraid of me Martin?”
‘Uhh, no, no not at all.” He quickly replied.
“Good, then let’s go. I don’t live far from here. Did you drive here?”
“Yes, my car’s right out front.”
“Good deal, my car’s in the shop, I need a lift home anyway.
We got to my place and I immediately stripped off my blue jeans and black Napoliano casual traspirante Shirt.
“You sure love to show off your body.” He remarked.
“Why not, I busted my ass to get it, I may as well flaunt it.” I fired back as I adjusted my briefs to give him a full view of my big black cock imprisoned within its fabric cell.
I slid my hand lightly on his waist and guided them over to a counter in the kitchen. I could sense that as I did this, his resistance had weakened significantly since we left the gym. I quickly placed the blender on the counter as I gave him a few tips.
There was a long period of silence between us as I pretended not to notice how his eyes hungrily devoured my black hard flesh. Finally, he spoke up. “Can I ask you a personal question?”
“Speak your mind man.”
“Well, it’s not so much of a question but a general assessment. I can imagine that women find you irresistible.”
I laughed as I innocuously stroked my chiseled chest, continued to down my six-pack abdomen, and gripped my semi-hard cock. “Not as much as you might think because when I’m in that gym working out, I’m very disciplined, I’m intense, and I don’t fuck around.” I allowed myself to smile slyly as I concluded, “Of course, there are always exceptions to that rule. Sometimes, you have an opportunity to tap some hot ass and it just can’t wait, and when that happens, all bets are off. You have three choices, chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry banana, but let me guess. You prefer chocolate?”
“Well, yes, it is my favorite. I’m not going to speculate how you guessed that.” He laughed nervously. I bet you prefer vanilla.” He cleverly countered.
“Yeah, I can tear some vanilla up!” I barked loudly as I freely glanced over at him.
I fixed our drinks and then I led him out on to the deck and the spacious backyard of my home. It was a hot but brisk sunny afternoon. The cool breeze was welcomed on my rich, shiny, dark skin.
I offered him a seat on a long wooden bench beneath a sun umbrella, I stretched out on nearby chaise lounge chair crossed my legs, fired up a Blunt took a puff, then a sip of my vanilla shake.
“Hey man, why don’t you relax and take those clothes off.” I declared.
“No, I really need to get back to work soon. I just wanted to try your shake.”
“So, how do you like it?”
“It’s delicious. The chocolate flavor is exceptionally strong.”
“As it should be.” I fired back.
“Remind me before you leave to give you a higher protein shot.”

“Thanks, Mister Mweusi.”
“Call me Simba. You asked me a personal question a little while ago, now it’s my turn.” I never waited for his approval I asked, “You got a girlfriend?”
“Yes, I mean she’s kind of my girlfriend, we sleep together, but nothing more than that. She’s been trying to take things to a higher level and get serious, but I’m not ready for all that matrimony stuff.
“Good for you, it’s important to be true to your feelings.” As I extend my hand to get my drink, I suddenly jerked my arm back and held my shoulder.
“Damn, this shoulder is a pain in my ass.” I barked angrily.
“Are you alright?” He asked again.
“It’s this goddamn shoulder. I tore a ligament a while back. The doctor says it’s healed okay but it’s still very tender and I have a feeling this is going to be an issue and I’ll be dealing with this shit from now on.” I lamented. “Can you do me a favor and give me a little massage?” I asked innocently but in reality, a seductive prelude to my ultimate plan. Of course, he jumped at the opportunity to massage my hard cannonball like shoulders. The fagboi sissy even groaned the second his hands touched my warm hard flesh.
“Hmmm, yeah…yeah, that feels so good. Your hands are magical. Do you have any professional experience?”
“As a matter of fact, I do. An ex-girlfriend and I took a class together. We wanted to open a salon at one point, but then I got my current job. I dropped the course, she dropped me, and the rest is history.” He laughed.
“Hmm, just as well. Hey Marty, how about giving your boy a full-body massage?”
“I’d like to but as I’ve said, I really need to go.”
“Your body can leave here, but you and I both know where your mind, and heart will be.” I confidently declared.
He slowly withdrew his hands. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked as if he didn’t know, but fuck it, I was tired of the cat and mouse shit anyway, so I let him have it. “You know damn well what you want.” I grabbed his hand and guided it down and pressed it on my cock which was now fully erect. I robbed it about and rubbed about my blood filled cock for nearly thirty seconds before I took my hand away and let him continue the massage.
“Hey…hey Simba please, don’t do this.”
“I’m ain’t doing shit White-bred, you’re the one with your hand all over my dick. I took my hand away a while ago.”
“Aww man, you took advantage of me.”
“Stop bitchin sissy, you knew the deal before we left the gym so stop bullshitting yourself. You know you want it, so don’t deny it.” I barked.
“Man, you’re really honest, okay maybe you’re right but…”
“Don’t agree with me white-bred, agree with the truth of you. Now I gave you a choice a while ago, and here’s another. take that cock out my briefs and stroke that shit.”
‘You don’t understand Simba, I’m not ready.”
“Then get the fuck out…now!”
“Come on Simba, you don’t have to get pissed with me.”
“Really, okay sissy, I’ll make it easy for you. Give me that massage.”
“But I have to go back to work.” He pleaded.
“Then get the fuck out my house and I won’t tell you again.”
“Aww man, okay, I guess after helping me back at the gym, that’s the least I can do.” He lied as his little clitty stretched the fabric of his pants, but I played along.
His hands were truly magical, as they slid about my hard-tensed muscular physique. He massaged my back and sent powerful waves of lust and relief through my entire body. Once I flipped over on my back, I made no attempt to hide my hard dick, in fact, I slid my hand beneath the elastic band of my briefs, then slid them down to display the huge black uncut crown of my cock.
“Whoa, shit dude, your dick is enormous.” He cried as he massaged my feet. Yeah, just as it should be.” I countered then suggested. “Your hands feel really good on my feet. I bet you’d make them feel even better if you kissed them.”
“Okay now, let’s not get carried away.”
I kicked him slightly and barked. “Get it done.”
Just like that, this guy is kissing and sucking my feet and toes. My cock twitched with hot anticipation. He was hooked and it was now just a matter of me reeling him in. “You’re doing such a good job on my feet, makes me wonder how sweet it might feel on my cock.”
“Why are you doing this to me?” He cried meekly.
“Because it’s time you see yourself for who you really are.”
“And what’s that…gay?”

SUBMISSION THROUGH HUMILIATION
Take note sissy and wannabe Bitchmakers. This is where you allow your sissy-bitch to come to terms with themselves. This process may often include breaking down your ‘BIW’s’ psyche and rebuilding it through their dependence on the strength and energy you give them. This mental psyche conquest happens on many levels in prison, the military, or anywhere there’s an abundance of male energy.
“Here’s what you pussy. You’re a White-bred fagboi, a submissive pussy, a worthless cock lover…and a worthless big black cock lover at that. The only thing wrong is how you see that. To society, you’re nothing, but with me, you have a place. I enjoy what you bring. That’s why you’re here and that’s why I brought you here. Now get wit this. From now on, your place is with me. I’ll be your strength against all the bullshit. I’ll look out for you and give you that strength, but you got to return the favor. So, you can leave right now, and I won’t stop you, but we both know where that’s gonna lead, which is right back to those longings and cravings that gnaw and haunt you. Don’t you think you deserve to please your true self; is that too much to ask?
His silence told me it was time to reel him in. “Suck my cock sissy. Suck it like a pacifier and calm your goddamn nerves.”
He licked up my legs as he moaned. “Your body is so beautiful and so manly.
“Everything you are not. Yeah, you deserve this sissy, indulge on this big black dick,” and that’s just what he did. He sucked my cock like a starving infant on a fat milky tit. I allowed him to slobber about my hard-ebony tower, then palmed his head and face fucked him until I blasted a long thick load of cum down his throat and into his stomach. He slid my cock about his face in pure adoration. He literally worshiped it.
I had him mount me and slide down on my hard tool. He struggled at first. I had him bring out some lube from my bedroom. Once he applied that to his tight underused sphincter, my black dragon popped right through and slid into him inch, after thick inch. I stood up and never had to tell him to wrap his arms around me, he just did it, and I fucked him about the deck. I could literally feel his tight round sphincter clench about my well-rounded fuck tool. When I placed him down on the lounge chair, I ordered. “Suck that dick some more pussy. Get off on your new toy.” Like a true bitch, he carried out my order exceptionally well. I pushed his head away, slid my hand about my cock, smeared him with it, then allowed him to lick and suck my fingers clean.
“Damn, you’re true to this aren’t you fagboi. Go over to the side rail and lean over it.
“What are you going to do to me now?” He asked nervously.
“Whatever the fuck I want. You got a problem with that bitch?” I challenged.
“No”
“Good, then get it done.”
I walked over to the rail and stood right behind him. I slapped his ass repeatedly as I knelt down, spread his ass cheeks, speared and tongue fucked his anal ring and soon his body trembled and rotated about my mouth. Without a warning, I jumped to my feet, took hold of my granite hard sex tool, and drove it back into him and he rose up on his tippy-toes and cried. “Oooh shit…oooo Sim…Simba oooh, you got your cock inside me, you got your big black dick inside my, my asssss…oooo!”
My large dark hands easily gripped his small waist as my hard-muscular physique powered and thrust my Jurassic cock deep inside the candy pink walls of his sissy pussy. I slapped his ass and barked menacingly like a wild b**st as I continuously slammed him and humiliated him.
“Look at you sissy all bent over and loving another man’s cock in your ass. That’s why I said you it was best you broke up with that bitch you went out with and the same reason why you’re going to drop that bitch you’re with now. You’re not worthy of them, this is all your punk ass is worth. Now give me this ass.
In one swift motion, I released his hips, reached up and took hold of his hair as I drove into him harder, deeper, and faster. “Come here hoe. They say confession is good for the soul, so it’s time to confess cock lover. What are you a man?”
“Yes,” he answered painfully.
I slammed deep inside him and held myself there to allow him to feel every inch of this black invader as it pulsated. “Say wha…you getting your brains fucked out and you’re trying to convince me you’re a man. Cut the bullshit, are you a man?”
“No…no, I’m just a bitch.” He cried.
“That’s right and now you’re my bitch, so take this cock slut, take this cock bitch, take this big ass cock hoe, take it take it, take it!”
“Oh god Simba, please you’re tearing me up, you’re killing me!”
“Good then die, bitch, die from daddy’s big black dick, take it, take it all!”
The bitch’s legs wobbled, and she would’ve fallen if not for my strength and power that held him up. I gripped his shoulders and fucked him back over to the lounge chair, pushed him down, and collapsed on top of him. I never missed a stroke as I dicked this white-bred bitch down.
He glanced back and saw my hard-defined quadriceps and my large feet in a wide-legged stance to give me leverage as I drilled him mercilessly. At one point this nearly hysterical cock drunk white-bred bitch glanced back and saw my powerhouse frame slamming into him and he shivered and slid his hand into his mouth at just the sight and caused him to moan and weep helplessly.
He tried to climb up on the chair, but I wrapped my arm around his neck and flexed my hard bicep as I climbed up higher and relentlessly fuck him. my cock was so hard it felt like it would blast off like a rocket. I wanted to keep up the anal assault but by now, I knew, this bitch belonged to me and she wasn’t going anywhere until I was finished with her.
“You ready for daddy to breed and seed your sissy pussy bitch.
“Yes Simba, please, my ass is stretched open, I’m so, so soar, please daddy cum, cum inside me if you want but please, please, I can’t take it anymore!”
I barked in cadence to the rhythm of my long, deep strokes. “Bullshit white-bred,…you’ll take it…as long as I give it, you hear me…you hear me bitch…you hear me…aaarrggghhh…ahhhh…ahh…ahhhfuck, your pussy’s sucking the cum out of me…awwfuck aww shit…aaarrrggghhfuck!” I gritted my teeth as this hot bitch’s love cunt continued to suck at my cock.
We both collapsed down on the chair and laid there for serval minutes, until I flipped him around and kissed him like a hot horny bitch.
After a while I forced her completely up on the chair and remained on top of him and I never withdrew my cock because it never completely went down. I kissed and licked his neck and allowed my hands to roam freely about his soft, smooth body. I kissed and stuck my tongue inside her ear, as I stated.
“Okay sissy, you’re my bitch now and you have pleased your daddy. You have my permission to leave.”
“No,”
“No what?” I asked.
“I don’t want to leave…I…I can’t.” She sobbed.
I felt her body as it trembled and shivered from the trauma, I inflicted on her.
“I thought you had to be somewhere, isn’t that what you said?”
“I can’t go anywhere. I want to be with you daddy. You helped me to discover my true self and I want to explore this side of myself even more.”
“That’s a good little bitch. So, you’ve come to terms with your true nature, but you gotta know, today was just the initiation. You wanna be my bitch sissy?’
“Yes daddy,” she moaned.
“Are you sure?” I challenged.
“Yes, daddy I want to be your bitch so badly.”
“Then here’s what I want you to do. From now on if you’re going to be my bitch, you gotta look the part White-bred. Some married possessive bitch I bang keeps her outfits here when she comes by for me to fuck her. I’m gonna show you her shit, and I want you to pick out something and wear it for me and then you know what I’m going to do?” I asked.
“I’m almost afraid to ask.”
“Yeah, I don’t blame you sissy, but I need to warn you.” I clenched my hands, flexed my hard-muscular frame and spoke through clenched teeth as I warned. “I…am…going…to…fuck…the living…shit…outta you!”

END OF PART ONE

Sissy A Flame II -From the Bitchmaker Chronicles

We’re about to enter my bedroom when I carefully scanned my new bitch and concluded. “You’ll never fit in her clothes, come one sissy. Let’s go shopping.
After a quick stop at Starbucks for coffee and a few sandwiches, we arrived at a local lady’s boutique. Clara or better known to me back in da day, big booty Clara as I like to call her greeted us at the door. I asked about her current master and she chuckled and informed me he was still struggling with PTSD after spending several years in Afghanistan. I could tell from the tone of her voice she still missed my ownership of her but we both knew, at her age, she needed someone who she could settle down with on a full-time basis and I already had enough sissies in my herd besides being married with a family as well, yeah it’s like that.
I deliberately pushed Clara into a corner and thought about busting that ass out for old-time’s sake, but I respected her man, so I regained my focus and told her to make my new bitch up really pretty for me. I emphasized classy and not too sassy and trashy and I’d be back in an hour or so to pick her up.
I darted about town, ran a few errands, then returned. I could see from the look on the fifty-something-year-old Black transwoman’s face, she was proud of her task. She pretended to make a drum roll and then ushered in my new bitch Marti and I was stunned.
She wore a striped turban hat bow, also known as a Borderline Hat, very similar to an iconic 1980’s artist along with a Short sleeve zebra Print Patchwork Maxi Dress with a split and a pair of open toes, hot pink vegan leather slide Sandals. I shook my head as I stared at this hot thing, and then back at Clara who smiled with the knowledge she’d done an excellent job.
“Damn girly, you did a fucking great job, did you do her makeup and paint her nails as well?”
“Not to mention, shaving her legs. You wanted her to look hot but classy, but I assumed not ready for the ball. She looks nice and cute for her new daddy.” Clara declared.
I had Marti wait outside while I settled up with Clara. I gave her two hundred dollars and a sultry kiss for her troubles. When I stepped out into the brilliant late afternoon sunlight, I looked at this pretty little sissy, who only hours ago was a regular undercover fag-ass dude, and now a flaming hot bitch. I walked up, snatched this slut in my arms, and kissed her.
“Simba, I’m scared. I’ve never done anything like this before,” she cried.
“Well, this is how you’re gonna look from now on whenever you’re with me at least.” I fired back.
“But do you really think I’m passable?”
I lightly slapped her face as I scolded her. “Listen up bitch, from now on you don’t have to worry about pleasing anyone but me, do you understand?”
“Yes Simba” she answered meekly.
“Good, now get in the car.”
We drove out to the Valley Mall. There were plenty of stores and fine restaurants. One of my favorites was a great spot for Brazilian food called the “Brazilia”.
We got a table overlooking the mountains in the distance, and on this night, we were treated to a beautiful crimson sunset.
Marti fidgeted about in her chair as we waited for our dinner. I could tell she was still insecure and uncertain, so I knew I had to reinforce her dependence on me to give her strength.
“You look hot, so you need to settle down and go with the flow.”
“I’m trying Simba, I keep thinking about what my family and friends are going to say, and I gave my supervisor a flimsy excuse why I didn’t show up for work today. He’s going to grill me when I go in tomorrow if my excuse doesn’t hold water, I could get kicked to the curb.”
I refilled my glass with white wine and then gazed over at her. “If you can’t take off a day without feeling like you’ll lose your job, maybe it’s time you lose the job. Do they value your work there?”
“Definitely, the client I lost after the incident at the gym was my very first.”
“Good, then that only validates my point. If your supervisor rides you too hard, let me know. I set his ass straight.” I stated as I cleverly spied her chest as it swelled with pride. Yes, she believed I was her protector. This is the security blanket for every sissy. Her lover should be her lord and master, her boss, her owner, and her protector and through that dependence along with a big hard dick will open her to do just about any thing you say.
She extended her hand across the table and touched my forearm. “God daddy, that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
“That’s because you’ve been hiding behind the false idea that you were man Marti and now you know otherwise. I stared over at her with a devious look on my face. “Come over here…now.”
She quickly jumped to her feet when I threw my hands up to halt her progress. I don’t want you to walk, I want you to crawl over on your knees.”
“Ohmygod daddy, you can’t be serious.” She cried.
“Does it look like I’m playing around bitch. If you’re my sissy bitch, then you will do what the fuck I tell you…you got that bitch.”
“Please daddy…don’t make me…”
“Fuck that, you have your orders, now get it done.” I barked. I watched proudly as she literally dropped to her knees, ignored the sounds of the customers who gasped and spoke in hush-tones as she crawled over to me and remained by my side. The waiter and manager passed by and asked was there a problem, to which I replied. “I caught this bitch lying to me and now she’s pleading for my forgiveness.”
The manager requested that she returned to her seat, but I ignored his suggestion and waited till our food arrived before I allowed her to return to her seat.

After a hearty meal, we made our way back to my place. No sooner did I close the front door when this bitch yanked off her clothes and dashed into the room.
“Where the fuck you are going, bitch?” I shouted.
“Hold on Simba, I’ll be right there. I have a surprise for you.” She shouted as she dashed into the bedroom. About twenty minutes later she reappears wearing a Black fishnet, lace top, halter body stocking, with open front. Once again, I shook my head and stifled my initial response, yeah, she looked that hot. The transparent heels made my cock jump in my pants.
She spun around and asked, “Well, how do you like it, daddy?”
I fought the urge to dash over, take her in my arms and kiss her passionately, but as I Bitchmaker, I knew it was best to continue her training, and we were now in the...

THE PROTECTOR, AUTHORITY, AND DISCIPLINARIAN STAGE

“So, now you expect me to go all starry eye just cause you look so fuckable…bullshit babe. I spent a lot of money on you today. from the protein shakes, the late brunch, the wardrobe, and the dinner, I’d say you owe me a lot more than a sexy little dance.”
“Oh, I’m sorry Simba, I thought…”
“Yeah, that’s the fucking problem bitch, you think to goddamn much.’ I pointed at my head to illustrate my point. “Now you got one chance to get this right bitch so listen up or I swear I’ll toss your ass right out on the goddamn street.”
“But, but what did I do wrong daddy?”
“It’s time you start showing me some real appreciation. Now drop to your knees, crawl over here and undressed me. She complied with my order, however, each she reached me, I deliberately stepped away and out of her reach. I continued to do this until we reached the master bathroom. I took a seat on the rim of the bathtub and allowed her to remove my socks and shoes, then I order. “Kiss my feet slut,” and she did just that. She removed the rest of my clothes, then lifted and cradled my feet with her hands as she sucked my feet and toes, then as she sat on the large bathroom rug, she sucked my cock hungrily. I couldn’t help but curl my toes as this bitch milked my cock of a hot sperm load in less than five minutes flat.
I made her pay for turning me on so powerful, so I put her down on all fours and spanked the white globes of her hot ass with my large dark hands until they were beet red. Then to soothe her aching ass, I squatted down and licked and eat her booty and sissy pussy until she begged me to fuck her. I simply stood there behind her, stroking my cock and looking down at her as she shivered and fluctuated between lust and fear.
“You ready for daddy to fuck your hot sissy pussy bitch?” I asked.
“Yes daddy, oooh you know I am.” She whined as she bit down into her index finger.
“Then persuade me, bitch, beg me,” I demanded.
With tears in her eyes she cried, “Oh daddy come and fuck my white-bred pussy…please, I want it so bad, please don’t torment me like this…oooh daddy please fuck me…fuck me…fuck me!” she screamed just as I stepped forward, braced one hand on her ass cheek, gripped my big hard ebony spear tightly and drove that muthafucka ¾ down into her. She screamed once again, so I quickly snatched up my briefs and shoved them into her mouth. I withdrew my hard black man tool, slapped it about her ass, before I shoved it back in balls deep. I fucked her ass senseless. Several times she collapsed to the floor, but I lifted her right back up and dicked her right back down.
Marti tore at the rub beneath her, she even bit down into the plush fabric as I destroyed her ass in that bathroom. I forced her around and let her suck and lick my hard-vascular tool clean, yet still sloppy wet. Then lifted by her neck. I kissed her with the passion I felt earlier, then took a seat back on the rim of the tube. I ordered her to straddle, mount, and lower herself down on my ebony tower and as it stretched her open, she gripped my hard shoulders, tossed her head back, and moaned loudly.
“That’s a good little slut. Look at you just sliding up and down on all my long, thick, hard black dick. You ain’t nothing but a black cock loving hoe, now come on fag-bitch, ride that cock, ride it.” I ordered.
I allowed her to cradle my face with her long slim fingers painted with hot glossy pink nail polish. She kissed and licked my sweaty bald head, as I gently bit and sucked her erect pink nipples and traced a circle around her areola.
“You like it when daddy breeds you, don’tcha sissy bitch?”
“Oh daddy…daddy yes, I love it when you stretch me open and breed…hmmm, it’s sooo deep inside me.”
“Then thank me for freeing you from the bullshit life you lived.”
She tried to answer, but my long, thick dick squeezed her tight little pink hole and the only thing that escaped from her mouth was some incoherent babble. I slapped my hands on her pretty tight ass, gripped her neck, yanked her down and kissed her. then yanked her head away and repeated my demand.
“I’m waiting slut, I want to hear you thank me for all I’ve done for you…say it, bitch!”
“Ssss, oooh Daddy, I thank you…thank you, daddy, thank you for turning me out, thank you for making me the slut I always wanted to be…thank you for bitching me out!” she leaned down and we kissed once again. I must admit this sissy’s pussy was special. It seemed to suck and tug at my cock with urgency. I curled my toes as I shot another hot thick load of baby-making batter deep in her hungry hole. I snarled as I quickly knocked away and watched as her fat ass bounced on the tile floor. get your ass up and stand right here in front of the tub until I get back. As I left the room, I saw her right where she needed to be and the frightened perplexed look on her face only intensified my bad intentions for her. I made my way into the garage, snatched up a bungee cord, and then a bottle of Grey Goose vodka, and fired up a blunt before I reentered the bathroom. I took a long deep pull of the blunt and covered her lips as I blew the smoke into her mouth. I snapped open the bottle of vodka turned it up to my mouth and swallowed the equivalent of a shot, then I had her down something close to that.
“Okay bitch, break time is over. Lean your ass over the tub and put your hands on the wall on the other side.”
“But Simba that’s kind of…ouch!’ she cried as I slapped her head.
“Bitch does it look like I asked your opinion. I can see I gotta stay on your ass. You seem to forget who owns you. In fact, let’s not speculate, who the fuck owns this ass bitch.” I barked and slapped her ass.
“You do daddy, my ass belongs to you.” She cried weakly.
“Don’t make me have to remind you of that again. Now, what did I tell your sissy ass to do bitch?”
“Lean across the tub and put my hands on the other side of the wall.”
“Then what the fuck you are waiting for you worthless bitch…get the shit done.”
I quickly snatched her back, tied the bungee cord around her waist, and secured it with the metal hook, then took up the slack when I wrapped the long end around my wrist and hand. I caught her off guard when I pushed her in the back she fell forward and her hands just managed to reach the wall, although I used my brute strength to keep her steady.
I position myself with a wide-legged stance and drove my big black Jurassic cock back inside her pretty tight hole and commenced the dick-down. Each time she attempted to slide down the wall, I would yank her back, dick her down, then push her back across the tub.
I openly snickered as I watched her frantically attempt to control herself from hitting and slamming against the wall or completely falling inside the tub. I slapped her ass and thrust my hard-black fleshly invader in and out of her hot sissy pussy and as my grip weakened to hold on to the bungee cord, I forced her to step inside the tub as I fucked her deep, hard, like a wild sex-crazed savage. I used my forearm to press against her neck, held her in place as I used a tactic in enjoy called ‘ring spearing’ which consists of using the crown of cock to stretch her anal ring, slowly to heighten the sensitivity of the sphincter and then without warning go absolutely psycho b**st-mode. The advantage here is you bottom can never predict when the wave of sexual savagery will happen. The unpredictability is totally in your control. If used properly, this technique could drive a bitch to cock madness. I leaned forward, pinched her ass, bit into her shoulder, and blew into her ear as I declared. “This ass belongs to Simba Mweusi. I got your ass open and gaping with my big black African spear. I’m gonna blow this load in you little faggot, you fucking cock hungry slut, you little fuckdoll…give me this ass…give me this ass you little pussy…give me…aaarrrggghh…ahhh…ahhhfuck!” I snarled as the hot sperm exploded from the crown of my cock and flooded her greedy pussy.
“Clean me off bitch.” I ordered. As she moved into position, I noticed the clitty cage between her legs, and that’s when I knew my victory, my conquest was official. I hand successfully made Martin Maccoby, a punkass dude into a lady. That guy Martin Maccoby was gone, and replaced by Marti Maccoby and she was now officially…a sissy bitch, courtesy of…
THE BITCHMAKER