Bitched Out by a Bitchmaker II The Fuck Puppet
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My name is Cy Black. Born in Harlem, pure Nubian, dark-skinned, take no shit black man. I’m 5 foot 11’, powerfully built, with 9’ cock and a straight-up ‘Black Lion’ Bitchmaker. Now my particular fetish is bitching outsmart, intellectual whitebois, or as I like to call them, white-breads. I can’t say when it started but I’ve been doing it for quite a few years and it never gets tired. I’ve had more than my share of white girls and all racial favors, but there’s something enticing about breeding an intellectual know-it-all, self-righteous white-bread who talks shit. Once I get my cock in ‘em, game over. I take no prisoners, that pale pink hole belongs to me.
I want to tell you about this pretty little sissy I met a few years ago. While I’ve bred many white chicks and white sissy bois, there is just some that stick out from all the others. This particular white-bread’s name was for the purpose of this piece, I’ll call him Jes. So, let me start here.
About two years ago, Jes was at a bad point in his life. from what the bitch told me, his best friend, fell in love and dropped out of school to marry his pregnant girlfriend. To make matters worse, his girlfriend (what a joke), starts spending more and more time with the point guard on their college basketball team. It didn’t take the fool long to realize when it comes to brothers, he was outgunned. Depressed and lonely, Jes went to a local bar and drank himself drunk. Then to compile this idiot move, this fool’s so drunk he decides to not catch a cab home, he walks not around but through the park to get back to the dorms. Now check this out. He decides to stroll through one of the most dangerous parks in the city at 2 am in the morning. That’s where we met.
I guess I should be honest, I after a year in prison fucking sissy pussies were high on my menu. Usually, when I go to the park to buy some herb or go on the hunt for some stray sissy and the moment, I saw this white-bread, pussyboi, my eyes lit up as I, declared, jackpot.” I knew this k** was in deep shit, he was easy prey for the predators in this park, especially at this time of night. I moved in quickly and in a minute or so I was perhaps about twenty yards behind and closing. I’ll never forget the look of fear in this bitch’s eyes when he saw me approach. He quickened his step but I was on him by that time. In his haste to escape, he tripped over a part of broken pavement and fell on his face.
I quickly darted in front of him, folded my arms across my big black chest. My black leather jacket hung open and glistened with a coat of sweat beneath my flaming red tank-top on this hot late spring night.
“Looks like you’re a long way from home my man.”
“I guess I took a misstep.” He replied.
“Among several my dude, here let me help you up.”
“Oh, that’s okay,” He answers.
As he climbs to his feet, I can already see and smell he was a ‘SIW’ ‘Sissy in Waiting’.
“It’s a little late to be hanging out in the park for someone like you.” I step in front of him and block his path forward.
“Oh, I guess I had a little too much to drink.”
“That much is obvious. You must be on your way back to campus.”
“Yes, and thanks but I’m okay. Have a goodnight.” He tries to walk around me, but I block his path.
“Hey sir, please, I don’t want any trouble.”
“Bullshit, the way I see it, the moment you stepped in this park you were looking for trouble. A whiteboi like you strolling through the roughest park in the city is like cutting yourself in shark-infested waters.”
“But I told you I got a little drunk, I know I should’ve walked around the park or caught a ride. I’ll be fine, now can you move out my way?”
“Sure, no problem, but I feel I should warn you. You’re about 100 yards from the entrance, but in reality, I’d bet money you never make it there.”
“I’ll take my chances.” He answers trying to put on the brave face.
“No problem but the wolves have your scent, I say you make it another 20 yards before they move in on you.”
The punk slows his pace, scans the area, and looks back at me. “Why’d you say that?”
“Because you see that big boulder over there at the top of the hill?”
“Yes”
“Well, that’s where two stickup k**s hide, wait, and keep a lookout for their victims. Can you see the three shadows at the main exit?”
“Yes, but vaguely”
“They beat a muthafucka so bad the other night, the bloodstains are still on the grass.”
“I know what you’re trying to do. You’re trying to frighten me.”
“No, I’m trying to open your eyes to realize the fucked-up position you’re in but if you think you’re tough enough, see ya, and I wouldn’t wanna be ya.”
The punk started to walk when he saw shadows move just beyond the large rock.
“Excuse me mister but you seem to know you’re way around here. Is there any way I could go to avoid them?”
“Yeah, you should’ve walked your lazy ass around the park or caught that ride, but now, you’re the one caught. I gotta tell you white bread, you’re in some deep shit. I wanted to help you out but seems to me, you think you have all the answers so now you’re on your own.”
For all you predators and victims, that’s the setup line. Make a subtle offer to help in this way the victim voluntarily surrenders themselves to you and he took the bait, just as I knew he would.
“I’m sorry I was so arrogant, can you help me, please?”
“Sure, I can help you but it’s not gonna be easy. These guys are roughnecks ghetto bangers, predators. They’ve already caught your scent. If you want to get passed them, you’ll have to do everything and I mean everything I say, you feel me white-bread?”
“Why are you calling me that?”
“No time for questions whiteboi, now do you want my help or not?” Once the bait is taken, you have to reel them in quick, in other words, don’t give them time to think.
“Yes, I guess so.
“No, that’s not good enough white-bread. If you need my help, then I need you to say it out loud so there can be no mistakes.
“Okay, sir, I’ll do whatever you say, just please…please just help me get out of this park?”
The Intimidation
I step into his space. My big dark muscular chest just inches from his mouth. I look down on this pretty treat with shoulder-length dark brown hair, nicely tanned and cute symmetrical physique and I say boldly. “Kiss me.”
“Huh…hey wait, what’s going on, I’m not gay.”
“I don’t recall asking if you were. I gave you an instruction, and you keep acting all dense and shit. Listen, man, I don’t have time for this bullshit.” I pull out a blunt and take a deep puff, to let this sissy twist in the wind, then I say. “Listen, man, you asked for my help, but since you’re too fucking dense to do what the fuck I tell ya, then fuck it. Remember I’m putting my neck on the line here for your dumbass…you know what…fuck it and fuck you.” This is a crucial moment for an alpha black Lion Bitchmaker and his SIW. I turn to walk away, he runs up behind me and says, “Okay, he’s about 5-foot 6’ so he has to raise up on his toes slightly to kiss me on the cheek.
Establishing Dependence Through Fear
I chuckle and shake my head. “You know something man, you’re pathetic. What the fuck do I look like to you punk, your Santa Claus. I want your lips on my lips and mean it when you do it.” I no sooner finish the statement, than his lips give me a quick peck on my lips.
“Lousy effort, try again and mean it,” I demand.
“He attempts to kiss me, just as I take a long deep puff on my herb, and cocaine laced herb cigar then I snatch him into my muscular arms and kiss him strongly. My tongue forces its way into his mouth as I hold him there and force the smoke into his lungs. He attempts to break free but between the booze and my grip he’s forced to accept whatever I dish out. I let him go. I can see the kiss has had a predicable effect on him.
“Very good white-bread, you’re getting better, now one more time and this time throw your arms on my shoulders. We gotta convince these dogs that you’re my bitch.”
I take another deep puff off my cigar right before the sissy kisses me again with a lot less fight. I stifle my desire to laugh at how easily I’m breaking down his resistance. I Slid my arms around his waist and kiss him with passion, I can feel his lips tremble when I pull back.
“Very good sissy now here comes the fun part. Now, listen up cause we’re only gonna get one shot at this. I’m gonna put my arm around your waist, then we’re going to leave this park-like boyfriend and girlfriend, you feel me sissy.”
“Oh, wish you wouldn’t call me that.”
“Don’t worry, once we’re out the park and a safe distance away, you’re free to go, but until then, you are my bitch. You got that?”
“I…Uhh, I guess so.”
“You guess so, not good enough, either you’re down with this shit or you’ll get beat down. I don’t want to have to go through this exercise again with you, do you understand?
“Yes sir”
“Fuck that, from this point you call me Simba Mweusi, that means Black Lion or just Simba, now put your hand on my back. I wrap my arm around his waist and lead him past the large rock. I glance up at the two thugs and I could see the look of disgust on their faces as we pass. As we approached the entrance, I could see the wolves as they repositioned themselves on either side of the entrance gate. “Okay white-bread, kiss me again and make it count.” He did just that, threw his arms over my shoulders, his tongue darted about inside my mouth and got my dick hard but the real payoff came when I heard him groan as I pushed him away at arms distance, then yanked him by my side like a sweet little hoe as we approached the crew.
“Yo, Simba, didn’t know you roll like that.” One of the men said.
“That’s cause it’s not your business to know Dogg.”
“So, you like them fagboi’s huh Nigga?”
“As I said, it’s not your business Dogg.”
I could see they were pissed cause I stole away their prey but fuck ‘em. I’m the Black Lion and I rule this fuckin jungle. We walked for about a half a block when this sissy tries to reestablish her masculinity.
“Okay, I think we’re at a safe distance from the park, we can stop now.” He attempted to pull away, but I snatch his ass back.
“Oh, so that’s it huh, I help you out and you think you’re just gonna scamper away like some little squirrel, Nah bitch, ain’t that type of ballgame. Where I’m from, when a man does something for someone, that person compensates that man for his assistance.”
“But I don’t have much money.”
“There are other ways to make good. You got a roommate?”
He said no, then informed me about his best friend leaving school to marry his pregnant girlfriend.
“Was he fucking you?”
“What…no, I keep telling you, I am not gay.”
“And why do you keep answering questions that haven’t been asked. I don’t give a fuck what you think you are. Now, why don’t we pick some beer and discuss how you’re going to pay me back for helping you out.
He was reluctant, but I convinced him to buy a case of beer, and we entered the apartments just off-campus.
As we entered his apartment building, a security guard approached.
The Acid Test
Pay attention this is a point I like to call the Acid Test of for a Bitchmaker. You could liken it to when the master takes the leash of his bitch to see what she’ll do. It’s a critical moment perhaps the most critical because you’re trusting that you’ve exerted enough authority on your bitch, that even when she has the advantage, she’s still dependent on you. With just a word, she could have me fighting this guard and even arrested. It’s a risky but necessary step in the transitional process of converting a covert sissy into an all-out bitch.
“You follow my lead and don’t fuck it up.” I bark as the guard addresses us.
“Good morning, you guys look like you had a fun night.” The guard asks.
“Yes, we did, as you can see, my buddy is still a little woozy. I’m taking him home so he can sleep it off. Would you believe he's got a big test in a few hours?” I lie.
“Well, don’t let me stop you, and I suggest plenty of coffee, plenty of coffee.” The guard and I laughed as we continued on our way.
As we entered the elevator, he staggered.
“Oh wow, I feel do feel woozy.”
“Yeah, you had a crazy night.” I snickered knowing that the cocaine and herb mixing with the alcohol already in his blood this guy must be blasted.
By the time we reached his apartment, actually it was more of a kitchenette, he’s got this distant look in his eyes. Now comes the…
…Seduction
I guided him over to a loveseat, then took off my leather jack and tossed it behind me. I rolled back my shoulders as I flex the muscles of my chest and deltoids. My red wifebeater stretches to hold my dark chocolate, hard muscles. I stretch my arms and flex my tri and biceps, then throw up my arms to perform a double bicep pose and display my 26’ guns. All the while I watched my ‘BIW’ (Bitch in waiting). Now I see it, the bitch revealed herself finally. A bitch can never resist the influence of a Bitchmaker, no matter how hard she tries, and it can also be fairly said, a Bitchmaker is also vulnerable to being seduced by a potential bitch so in many ways it balances out.
“Wow man, you are huge.” The bitch cries.
“Yeah, I gotta keep my body hard for all these cock loving sluts out here. Listen, I got a little bit of a cramp in my arm, you think you can massage it out, please.” The please additive is to ease the fears of the potential bitch and give them a sense of innocence.
I extend my arm and I instruct him to massage my forearm, then had her to continue to squeeze up to my biceps. I flexed my arm at the elbow, and I can see this sissy is breathing heavily and yes, I can also see the bulge in his pants.
“Dayam Yo, that shit feels good. Your hands feel warm and soft. I looked away and use the moment of honesty to ask an honest question. “It feels good to you to…right?”
“Yes, your muscles feel so hard and warm as well.” The Bitch answered.
“How about giving my body a massage, you seem really good at it.”
“You think I don’t know what you’re…you’re trying to do. You’re trying to get me excited so you can…” her voice trails off.
“Trying to do what fagboi?”
“You’re trying to get me to suck, suck…your big black cock.”
“Now this is some shit. Did you figure that shit out all on your own? I chuckled knowing I got his ass in a corner.
“How do you know I have a big black cock?”
“Because all you black guys have big cocks.”
“Oh, really and I imagine you took a survey. What’d you do, go around with a ruler and measure them, or maybe you watched some brothers dicking down a cute little honey, but you weren’t watching the honey were you?” With that said, I closed my arm at the elbow and trapped his fingers between them.
“Ouch…ouch, oh that hurts, let me go please.”
“I will when you fess the fuck up and tell me you’re a cock loving fagboi bitch.” I snarl.
“No, no I’m not gay.” The bitch shouts.
“Did I say you were gay…huh…huh.” I bark as I squeeze my arms tighter.
“No, please Simba…please let me go, you’re breaking my fingers!”
“You want the pain to stop, fess the fuck up,” I demand.
“No…wait…please Simba!”
“I can hear your bones cracking bitch, better fess up.”
“Okay, okay I’m a fagboi!”
“Now that’s better.” I snap as I release his hand.
Tears are falling down his face as he massaged his hand.
“I think you brought my fingers.”
“I didn’t break your fingers; I’m just helping you find yourself.”
“But I keep telling you, I’m not gay. I got a girlfriend.”
“I bet you can’t satisfy her cause your hearts, not in it.” I grab my crouch. “This is the only thing that can satisfy her pussy, but you know what. I got too much pussy out here to be chasing your faggot ass around, fuck that. I’m out, I’ll take the beer as payment for how I helped you out, ungrateful piece of shit.” I bark, snatch the beer of the table and make my way to the door. This is called…
The Surrender
This is the point where the Bitch has to submit or suffer the consequences of blowing the opportunity they’ve craved for so long. The thoughts that have kept them up at night, the thoughts they entertain while watching porno flicks, and having Black Cock Fever. Once again, it’s a calculated but necessary risk.
“Wait, wait please Simba. You don’t have to go. I really am grateful for all you’ve done for me, you can finish your beer, maybe stay around for few hours, but I’m just not…”
“Stop it right now Bitch before you really piss me off. Now if you want me to stay, say it.” I demand.
“Okay Simba, can you hang out here…please, there is some truth to what you’re saying. I just don’t think I’m ready to…”
“Get off that shit bitch…you don’t think you’re ready yet. Get the fuck out of here, what are you stupid. You think I haven’t heard that shit before from you white-breads. Spoiled pampered little whitebois, fresh off mommy’s tit, thinking you’re above it all. Then you see a big black cock and your eyes like up like a Christmas tree. You’re fascinated by all those big black dicks going in and out of the girls, and then one day, you realize you can never have that. It is all beyond your present reality. You grow envious, jealous, how can I compete which such a big black dick. Even if you have the size, you don’t have the color or the swag behind it. You dream about them, knowing all along you can never, ever have one, and even if you did, it’s still the wrong color. Then slowly but surely you realize you’re fascinated by big black dicks. Hey, I understand, it must be very, very frustrating but Yo boy Simba’s gonna hook you up. I have a way for you to have a nice big black Johnson.”
“Huh, I don’t understand, exactly how is that possible; how can I ever have a big black dick, you just said it was beyond my reality, so how can I have a big black dick?”
I reach down, take his hand, and rub it about the bulge in my pants.
“Oh shit, that’s not what I meant.” He cried.
“Are you sure, here’s your opportunity. You can have every inch of this big black tool, just pull it out and it’s all yours.” I slyly.
The bitch stares up at me, then down at my cock, imprisoned inside my pants. His hands moved as if they had a mind of its own, but I knew who’s controlled that hand, the bitch is fighting her way to the surface of his mind.
The Threshold of Bitch-hood
The second this pussy pulled out my cock and kissed about the crown, I didn’t say a word. When a bitch enters the threshold of bitch-hood, it is important not to push, intimidate or otherwise interfere. To do so would lessen your power. The point being the bitch must surrender to all on their own. Now after another minute the…
Domination Begins
“Look at you bitch with your lips stretched open and sucking my big dick, you like it don’t you pussy?”
She moans to signify her lust for my hard flesh. I take my time but soon I face fucked this sissy’s mouth like a well-lubed pussy. Occasionally, I am forced nearly 8 inches down his throat. When I release her head, it jerks back with a trail of precum, saliva mixture behind her. before this sissy could utter a word, I force my hard cock right back inside her mouth. It’s important to understand. A sub sissy bitch is a lot like fucking any bitch, however, a sub sissy craves validation. She doesn’t just want to be forced and dominated, many to most desire to also be humiliated and debased. You see they’re afraid of learning more about themselves, they know they’re in the rabbit hole, now it’s up to you to get them to see exactly how far it goes. When a Bitchmaker takes charge and exerts his authority over the sub sissy it liberates them from having to face who they really are by simply letting go and allowing their bitch within to take over. “Look at you just sucking my cock like a crackhead hoe. Who was trying to fool slut, you’re a fucking cock-hound slut? This is in your nature to suck dick, and I know it cause it speaks to my nature which is to fuck your mouth and that cute little pink ring down there. What the fuck were you thinking trying to fool me…you know what?”
I push away her head and dick slap this dizzy bitch repeatedly, smeared my precum saliva mixture all over her face, then I slid my hand up the length of my black dagger, gathering a hand full of slimy juice and smear it over her face and hair. I take a wide-legged stance, cradle her head, and long-dick her mouth until I bathe her belly with my white chocolate seed. There outta be a law against what I did next.
I take a seat on the loveseat. I tie a bungee cord around her waist, wrap the far end of the cord around my wrist, tightened it until there’s less than 3’ between us, then I slid her down on my black lumber. I took my jockey underwear and stuffed in his mouth. It took a lot of lube, but I impaled this sissy-in-waiting. Once that happened, game over, I used the positioning of my feet for leverage, used the power of my ankles, calves, thighs, hamstrings, and hard buttocks to bounce that Bitch senseless. She babbled like a toddler, then I wrapped my arm and bicep around her throat, and the other around her waist as I rose up on my feet, thrust up and practically lift her off her feet. I fucked this bitch from one end of the room to the other. I lowered her down then forced her down on all fours and allowed the bungee cord a little slack. I snatch her up and down liberally and drill my cock into her like a b**st. I grind down into her pressing down with all my might, my cock is close to the point of no return, when I kissed her shoulder, licked her neck and bit her earlobe as I say in cadence with my grin down; “As a Bitchmaker, I claim, and I breed, you now and forever…a cumdump…slut…cum drinking, black dick loving, baby momma wannabe, fagboi hoe.” My cock feels like it’s spitting lava inside this hot hungry hole.
I fucked him many times throughout the day. When I left, he was limping and carrying on about how I took advantage of him because of the d**gs. That’s when I told him if he thought this was some one night fling, he’d better smell what’s coming out his mouth cause it smells a lot like bullshit and to prove it ordered him to arrive at my place at no later than 6 pm that next night. “Like that’s going to happen.” He remarked, yet he was there at 5:45 pm.
There’s a lot more to this adventure
watch this space for part 2…
I want to tell you about this pretty little sissy I met a few years ago. While I’ve bred many white chicks and white sissy bois, there is just some that stick out from all the others. This particular white-bread’s name was for the purpose of this piece, I’ll call him Jes. So, let me start here.
About two years ago, Jes was at a bad point in his life. from what the bitch told me, his best friend, fell in love and dropped out of school to marry his pregnant girlfriend. To make matters worse, his girlfriend (what a joke), starts spending more and more time with the point guard on their college basketball team. It didn’t take the fool long to realize when it comes to brothers, he was outgunned. Depressed and lonely, Jes went to a local bar and drank himself drunk. Then to compile this idiot move, this fool’s so drunk he decides to not catch a cab home, he walks not around but through the park to get back to the dorms. Now check this out. He decides to stroll through one of the most dangerous parks in the city at 2 am in the morning. That’s where we met.
I guess I should be honest, I after a year in prison fucking sissy pussies were high on my menu. Usually, when I go to the park to buy some herb or go on the hunt for some stray sissy and the moment, I saw this white-bread, pussyboi, my eyes lit up as I, declared, jackpot.” I knew this k** was in deep shit, he was easy prey for the predators in this park, especially at this time of night. I moved in quickly and in a minute or so I was perhaps about twenty yards behind and closing. I’ll never forget the look of fear in this bitch’s eyes when he saw me approach. He quickened his step but I was on him by that time. In his haste to escape, he tripped over a part of broken pavement and fell on his face.
I quickly darted in front of him, folded my arms across my big black chest. My black leather jacket hung open and glistened with a coat of sweat beneath my flaming red tank-top on this hot late spring night.
“Looks like you’re a long way from home my man.”
“I guess I took a misstep.” He replied.
“Among several my dude, here let me help you up.”
“Oh, that’s okay,” He answers.
As he climbs to his feet, I can already see and smell he was a ‘SIW’ ‘Sissy in Waiting’.
“It’s a little late to be hanging out in the park for someone like you.” I step in front of him and block his path forward.
“Oh, I guess I had a little too much to drink.”
“That much is obvious. You must be on your way back to campus.”
“Yes, and thanks but I’m okay. Have a goodnight.” He tries to walk around me, but I block his path.
“Hey sir, please, I don’t want any trouble.”
“Bullshit, the way I see it, the moment you stepped in this park you were looking for trouble. A whiteboi like you strolling through the roughest park in the city is like cutting yourself in shark-infested waters.”
“But I told you I got a little drunk, I know I should’ve walked around the park or caught a ride. I’ll be fine, now can you move out my way?”
“Sure, no problem, but I feel I should warn you. You’re about 100 yards from the entrance, but in reality, I’d bet money you never make it there.”
“I’ll take my chances.” He answers trying to put on the brave face.
“No problem but the wolves have your scent, I say you make it another 20 yards before they move in on you.”
The punk slows his pace, scans the area, and looks back at me. “Why’d you say that?”
“Because you see that big boulder over there at the top of the hill?”
“Yes”
“Well, that’s where two stickup k**s hide, wait, and keep a lookout for their victims. Can you see the three shadows at the main exit?”
“Yes, but vaguely”
“They beat a muthafucka so bad the other night, the bloodstains are still on the grass.”
“I know what you’re trying to do. You’re trying to frighten me.”
“No, I’m trying to open your eyes to realize the fucked-up position you’re in but if you think you’re tough enough, see ya, and I wouldn’t wanna be ya.”
The punk started to walk when he saw shadows move just beyond the large rock.
“Excuse me mister but you seem to know you’re way around here. Is there any way I could go to avoid them?”
“Yeah, you should’ve walked your lazy ass around the park or caught that ride, but now, you’re the one caught. I gotta tell you white bread, you’re in some deep shit. I wanted to help you out but seems to me, you think you have all the answers so now you’re on your own.”
For all you predators and victims, that’s the setup line. Make a subtle offer to help in this way the victim voluntarily surrenders themselves to you and he took the bait, just as I knew he would.
“I’m sorry I was so arrogant, can you help me, please?”
“Sure, I can help you but it’s not gonna be easy. These guys are roughnecks ghetto bangers, predators. They’ve already caught your scent. If you want to get passed them, you’ll have to do everything and I mean everything I say, you feel me white-bread?”
“Why are you calling me that?”
“No time for questions whiteboi, now do you want my help or not?” Once the bait is taken, you have to reel them in quick, in other words, don’t give them time to think.
“Yes, I guess so.
“No, that’s not good enough white-bread. If you need my help, then I need you to say it out loud so there can be no mistakes.
“Okay, sir, I’ll do whatever you say, just please…please just help me get out of this park?”
The Intimidation
I step into his space. My big dark muscular chest just inches from his mouth. I look down on this pretty treat with shoulder-length dark brown hair, nicely tanned and cute symmetrical physique and I say boldly. “Kiss me.”
“Huh…hey wait, what’s going on, I’m not gay.”
“I don’t recall asking if you were. I gave you an instruction, and you keep acting all dense and shit. Listen, man, I don’t have time for this bullshit.” I pull out a blunt and take a deep puff, to let this sissy twist in the wind, then I say. “Listen, man, you asked for my help, but since you’re too fucking dense to do what the fuck I tell ya, then fuck it. Remember I’m putting my neck on the line here for your dumbass…you know what…fuck it and fuck you.” This is a crucial moment for an alpha black Lion Bitchmaker and his SIW. I turn to walk away, he runs up behind me and says, “Okay, he’s about 5-foot 6’ so he has to raise up on his toes slightly to kiss me on the cheek.
Establishing Dependence Through Fear
I chuckle and shake my head. “You know something man, you’re pathetic. What the fuck do I look like to you punk, your Santa Claus. I want your lips on my lips and mean it when you do it.” I no sooner finish the statement, than his lips give me a quick peck on my lips.
“Lousy effort, try again and mean it,” I demand.
“He attempts to kiss me, just as I take a long deep puff on my herb, and cocaine laced herb cigar then I snatch him into my muscular arms and kiss him strongly. My tongue forces its way into his mouth as I hold him there and force the smoke into his lungs. He attempts to break free but between the booze and my grip he’s forced to accept whatever I dish out. I let him go. I can see the kiss has had a predicable effect on him.
“Very good white-bread, you’re getting better, now one more time and this time throw your arms on my shoulders. We gotta convince these dogs that you’re my bitch.”
I take another deep puff off my cigar right before the sissy kisses me again with a lot less fight. I stifle my desire to laugh at how easily I’m breaking down his resistance. I Slid my arms around his waist and kiss him with passion, I can feel his lips tremble when I pull back.
“Very good sissy now here comes the fun part. Now, listen up cause we’re only gonna get one shot at this. I’m gonna put my arm around your waist, then we’re going to leave this park-like boyfriend and girlfriend, you feel me sissy.”
“Oh, wish you wouldn’t call me that.”
“Don’t worry, once we’re out the park and a safe distance away, you’re free to go, but until then, you are my bitch. You got that?”
“I…Uhh, I guess so.”
“You guess so, not good enough, either you’re down with this shit or you’ll get beat down. I don’t want to have to go through this exercise again with you, do you understand?
“Yes sir”
“Fuck that, from this point you call me Simba Mweusi, that means Black Lion or just Simba, now put your hand on my back. I wrap my arm around his waist and lead him past the large rock. I glance up at the two thugs and I could see the look of disgust on their faces as we pass. As we approached the entrance, I could see the wolves as they repositioned themselves on either side of the entrance gate. “Okay white-bread, kiss me again and make it count.” He did just that, threw his arms over my shoulders, his tongue darted about inside my mouth and got my dick hard but the real payoff came when I heard him groan as I pushed him away at arms distance, then yanked him by my side like a sweet little hoe as we approached the crew.
“Yo, Simba, didn’t know you roll like that.” One of the men said.
“That’s cause it’s not your business to know Dogg.”
“So, you like them fagboi’s huh Nigga?”
“As I said, it’s not your business Dogg.”
I could see they were pissed cause I stole away their prey but fuck ‘em. I’m the Black Lion and I rule this fuckin jungle. We walked for about a half a block when this sissy tries to reestablish her masculinity.
“Okay, I think we’re at a safe distance from the park, we can stop now.” He attempted to pull away, but I snatch his ass back.
“Oh, so that’s it huh, I help you out and you think you’re just gonna scamper away like some little squirrel, Nah bitch, ain’t that type of ballgame. Where I’m from, when a man does something for someone, that person compensates that man for his assistance.”
“But I don’t have much money.”
“There are other ways to make good. You got a roommate?”
He said no, then informed me about his best friend leaving school to marry his pregnant girlfriend.
“Was he fucking you?”
“What…no, I keep telling you, I am not gay.”
“And why do you keep answering questions that haven’t been asked. I don’t give a fuck what you think you are. Now, why don’t we pick some beer and discuss how you’re going to pay me back for helping you out.
He was reluctant, but I convinced him to buy a case of beer, and we entered the apartments just off-campus.
As we entered his apartment building, a security guard approached.
The Acid Test
Pay attention this is a point I like to call the Acid Test of for a Bitchmaker. You could liken it to when the master takes the leash of his bitch to see what she’ll do. It’s a critical moment perhaps the most critical because you’re trusting that you’ve exerted enough authority on your bitch, that even when she has the advantage, she’s still dependent on you. With just a word, she could have me fighting this guard and even arrested. It’s a risky but necessary step in the transitional process of converting a covert sissy into an all-out bitch.
“You follow my lead and don’t fuck it up.” I bark as the guard addresses us.
“Good morning, you guys look like you had a fun night.” The guard asks.
“Yes, we did, as you can see, my buddy is still a little woozy. I’m taking him home so he can sleep it off. Would you believe he's got a big test in a few hours?” I lie.
“Well, don’t let me stop you, and I suggest plenty of coffee, plenty of coffee.” The guard and I laughed as we continued on our way.
As we entered the elevator, he staggered.
“Oh wow, I feel do feel woozy.”
“Yeah, you had a crazy night.” I snickered knowing that the cocaine and herb mixing with the alcohol already in his blood this guy must be blasted.
By the time we reached his apartment, actually it was more of a kitchenette, he’s got this distant look in his eyes. Now comes the…
…Seduction
I guided him over to a loveseat, then took off my leather jack and tossed it behind me. I rolled back my shoulders as I flex the muscles of my chest and deltoids. My red wifebeater stretches to hold my dark chocolate, hard muscles. I stretch my arms and flex my tri and biceps, then throw up my arms to perform a double bicep pose and display my 26’ guns. All the while I watched my ‘BIW’ (Bitch in waiting). Now I see it, the bitch revealed herself finally. A bitch can never resist the influence of a Bitchmaker, no matter how hard she tries, and it can also be fairly said, a Bitchmaker is also vulnerable to being seduced by a potential bitch so in many ways it balances out.
“Wow man, you are huge.” The bitch cries.
“Yeah, I gotta keep my body hard for all these cock loving sluts out here. Listen, I got a little bit of a cramp in my arm, you think you can massage it out, please.” The please additive is to ease the fears of the potential bitch and give them a sense of innocence.
I extend my arm and I instruct him to massage my forearm, then had her to continue to squeeze up to my biceps. I flexed my arm at the elbow, and I can see this sissy is breathing heavily and yes, I can also see the bulge in his pants.
“Dayam Yo, that shit feels good. Your hands feel warm and soft. I looked away and use the moment of honesty to ask an honest question. “It feels good to you to…right?”
“Yes, your muscles feel so hard and warm as well.” The Bitch answered.
“How about giving my body a massage, you seem really good at it.”
“You think I don’t know what you’re…you’re trying to do. You’re trying to get me excited so you can…” her voice trails off.
“Trying to do what fagboi?”
“You’re trying to get me to suck, suck…your big black cock.”
“Now this is some shit. Did you figure that shit out all on your own? I chuckled knowing I got his ass in a corner.
“How do you know I have a big black cock?”
“Because all you black guys have big cocks.”
“Oh, really and I imagine you took a survey. What’d you do, go around with a ruler and measure them, or maybe you watched some brothers dicking down a cute little honey, but you weren’t watching the honey were you?” With that said, I closed my arm at the elbow and trapped his fingers between them.
“Ouch…ouch, oh that hurts, let me go please.”
“I will when you fess the fuck up and tell me you’re a cock loving fagboi bitch.” I snarl.
“No, no I’m not gay.” The bitch shouts.
“Did I say you were gay…huh…huh.” I bark as I squeeze my arms tighter.
“No, please Simba…please let me go, you’re breaking my fingers!”
“You want the pain to stop, fess the fuck up,” I demand.
“No…wait…please Simba!”
“I can hear your bones cracking bitch, better fess up.”
“Okay, okay I’m a fagboi!”
“Now that’s better.” I snap as I release his hand.
Tears are falling down his face as he massaged his hand.
“I think you brought my fingers.”
“I didn’t break your fingers; I’m just helping you find yourself.”
“But I keep telling you, I’m not gay. I got a girlfriend.”
“I bet you can’t satisfy her cause your hearts, not in it.” I grab my crouch. “This is the only thing that can satisfy her pussy, but you know what. I got too much pussy out here to be chasing your faggot ass around, fuck that. I’m out, I’ll take the beer as payment for how I helped you out, ungrateful piece of shit.” I bark, snatch the beer of the table and make my way to the door. This is called…
The Surrender
This is the point where the Bitch has to submit or suffer the consequences of blowing the opportunity they’ve craved for so long. The thoughts that have kept them up at night, the thoughts they entertain while watching porno flicks, and having Black Cock Fever. Once again, it’s a calculated but necessary risk.
“Wait, wait please Simba. You don’t have to go. I really am grateful for all you’ve done for me, you can finish your beer, maybe stay around for few hours, but I’m just not…”
“Stop it right now Bitch before you really piss me off. Now if you want me to stay, say it.” I demand.
“Okay Simba, can you hang out here…please, there is some truth to what you’re saying. I just don’t think I’m ready to…”
“Get off that shit bitch…you don’t think you’re ready yet. Get the fuck out of here, what are you stupid. You think I haven’t heard that shit before from you white-breads. Spoiled pampered little whitebois, fresh off mommy’s tit, thinking you’re above it all. Then you see a big black cock and your eyes like up like a Christmas tree. You’re fascinated by all those big black dicks going in and out of the girls, and then one day, you realize you can never have that. It is all beyond your present reality. You grow envious, jealous, how can I compete which such a big black dick. Even if you have the size, you don’t have the color or the swag behind it. You dream about them, knowing all along you can never, ever have one, and even if you did, it’s still the wrong color. Then slowly but surely you realize you’re fascinated by big black dicks. Hey, I understand, it must be very, very frustrating but Yo boy Simba’s gonna hook you up. I have a way for you to have a nice big black Johnson.”
“Huh, I don’t understand, exactly how is that possible; how can I ever have a big black dick, you just said it was beyond my reality, so how can I have a big black dick?”
I reach down, take his hand, and rub it about the bulge in my pants.
“Oh shit, that’s not what I meant.” He cried.
“Are you sure, here’s your opportunity. You can have every inch of this big black tool, just pull it out and it’s all yours.” I slyly.
The bitch stares up at me, then down at my cock, imprisoned inside my pants. His hands moved as if they had a mind of its own, but I knew who’s controlled that hand, the bitch is fighting her way to the surface of his mind.
The Threshold of Bitch-hood
The second this pussy pulled out my cock and kissed about the crown, I didn’t say a word. When a bitch enters the threshold of bitch-hood, it is important not to push, intimidate or otherwise interfere. To do so would lessen your power. The point being the bitch must surrender to all on their own. Now after another minute the…
Domination Begins
“Look at you bitch with your lips stretched open and sucking my big dick, you like it don’t you pussy?”
She moans to signify her lust for my hard flesh. I take my time but soon I face fucked this sissy’s mouth like a well-lubed pussy. Occasionally, I am forced nearly 8 inches down his throat. When I release her head, it jerks back with a trail of precum, saliva mixture behind her. before this sissy could utter a word, I force my hard cock right back inside her mouth. It’s important to understand. A sub sissy bitch is a lot like fucking any bitch, however, a sub sissy craves validation. She doesn’t just want to be forced and dominated, many to most desire to also be humiliated and debased. You see they’re afraid of learning more about themselves, they know they’re in the rabbit hole, now it’s up to you to get them to see exactly how far it goes. When a Bitchmaker takes charge and exerts his authority over the sub sissy it liberates them from having to face who they really are by simply letting go and allowing their bitch within to take over. “Look at you just sucking my cock like a crackhead hoe. Who was trying to fool slut, you’re a fucking cock-hound slut? This is in your nature to suck dick, and I know it cause it speaks to my nature which is to fuck your mouth and that cute little pink ring down there. What the fuck were you thinking trying to fool me…you know what?”
I push away her head and dick slap this dizzy bitch repeatedly, smeared my precum saliva mixture all over her face, then I slid my hand up the length of my black dagger, gathering a hand full of slimy juice and smear it over her face and hair. I take a wide-legged stance, cradle her head, and long-dick her mouth until I bathe her belly with my white chocolate seed. There outta be a law against what I did next.
I take a seat on the loveseat. I tie a bungee cord around her waist, wrap the far end of the cord around my wrist, tightened it until there’s less than 3’ between us, then I slid her down on my black lumber. I took my jockey underwear and stuffed in his mouth. It took a lot of lube, but I impaled this sissy-in-waiting. Once that happened, game over, I used the positioning of my feet for leverage, used the power of my ankles, calves, thighs, hamstrings, and hard buttocks to bounce that Bitch senseless. She babbled like a toddler, then I wrapped my arm and bicep around her throat, and the other around her waist as I rose up on my feet, thrust up and practically lift her off her feet. I fucked this bitch from one end of the room to the other. I lowered her down then forced her down on all fours and allowed the bungee cord a little slack. I snatch her up and down liberally and drill my cock into her like a b**st. I grind down into her pressing down with all my might, my cock is close to the point of no return, when I kissed her shoulder, licked her neck and bit her earlobe as I say in cadence with my grin down; “As a Bitchmaker, I claim, and I breed, you now and forever…a cumdump…slut…cum drinking, black dick loving, baby momma wannabe, fagboi hoe.” My cock feels like it’s spitting lava inside this hot hungry hole.
I fucked him many times throughout the day. When I left, he was limping and carrying on about how I took advantage of him because of the d**gs. That’s when I told him if he thought this was some one night fling, he’d better smell what’s coming out his mouth cause it smells a lot like bullshit and to prove it ordered him to arrive at my place at no later than 6 pm that next night. “Like that’s going to happen.” He remarked, yet he was there at 5:45 pm.
There’s a lot more to this adventure
watch this space for part 2…
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