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Sissy Gets A Black Master


I got up wearily from my long and exhausting night being fucked and
punished by my new Black Master. As I awoke, I could scarcely believe that
all those depraved things had happened to me. One minute I had been merely
exchanging emails with a man, who could have been anywhere and the next
minute, that very man was at my door, in my home, and then inside my
body. Black Master, a man whose name I didn't even know, a man who looked
to be about ten years my junior, had taken me to a place I hadn't realized
existed, hadn't even realized I wanted to go, and now that I was there, I
was scared beyond belief. He had slapped me around, forced me to go out in
public clad only in lingerie. He had forced his cock down my straining
throat and then cum all over my face. He had forced me to eat his asshole
and dance sensually for him. He had taken me anally, very roughly and then
bred me with his seed. He had thrown out all my male clothing. He had taken
one of my dildos and attached it via suction cup to one of my kitchen
chairs and renamed it my `Sissy Chair'. I was to be sitting on it every
time Master comes over, no exceptions. He had even taken the spare key for
my apartment. There was no way I could do this, no way I could go through
with letting this...this thug control every aspect of my life. I wouldn't
do it. I'd just have to contact Black Master and let him know I'd changed
my mind. Yea, I'd just explain that this wasn't what I was looking
for. He'll understand...

I moved from my bedroom, still dressed in my sissy outfit and sat down at
my desk and turned on the computer. Checking my email I saw that I had
several new messages, one was from Black Master. My heart was thumping
madly as I clicked to open it. Surely he'd just be thanking me for a great
night and be done with me. "Sissy -- I enjoyed fucking your mouth and
asspussy last night. You take a nut real good but I'm sure you could do
better. We'll work on it together. Other areas we will work to improve:
your dancing, your ass-eating and most importantly, your attitude and
IMMMEDIATE obedience at all times! You need to understand that you are now
a 24/7/365 sissy as well as my slave, whenever I choose to partake of your
body. You will go everywhere in your sissy clothes. You will explain to the
people you work with and your family and friends that you are no longer
Dan, but Danielle or Dani, and this is how you will look, act and dress for
the remainder of our relationship, at least. Don't like it? Too fucking
bad, cunt! You fucked around with me for too long and now I'm taking my
payment. Which is you. First thing today, you are to head to the
Victoria's Secret store at the mall and buy yourself a minimum of eight new
sissy outfits. Get the girls to help you find proper sizing and matching
pieces. I like almost anything, but among my faves are the babydoll
nighties like you already have (preferably sheer), but buy some different
colors, bitch. I also like crotchless panties and catsuits, corsets,
teddies, long peignoirs, and I go fucking crazy over garter belts and
stockings. Always be certain your stockings are silk; I hate nylon shit!
Buy some new high heels too. And also pick up a chambermaid uniform, a
schoolgirl outfit and try to find a haremgirl costume. Last of all, don't
fucking call me or IM me or email me to say that you want to back out of
this. Too fucking late, girlie! You fuck with a topdog, you gonna get
topped! See ya, BLACK MASTER"

I was trembling as I read the harsh words and I realized I was crying a bit
too. Oh no. What have I gotten into here? He can't possibly think that I
can follow through with this total lifestyle change, can he? I mean I love
wearing lingerie, but I can't just become a female... I've got to end this
now, before it goes to a place I can't escape from. These types of
relationships have to be consensual, don't they? I mean he can't just force
me to do these things...

I decided to take a chance. I dialed the number from my caller ID. One
ring. Two rings. Three rings. Then four, five, six, seven. Shit. Suddenly
he answers. "What, sissy?" I swallowed hard and took a deep breath as his
utterly masculine voice cascaded over me. "H...hello, Master?" I spoke in a
tiny voice, ashamed. I couldn't believe I was a 36 year-old man, stuttering
like a k** on his first date. There's a long pause. "Yea, it's your
Master. Now what the fuck do you want?" I couldn't breathe and my ears were
ringing for some reason. "M...master. S...sir. I can't...can't do this,
sir." There was silence on the other end. "Do what, sissy?" I didn't know
how to say it. "Master, I can't...can't be...be with you. M...master."
Again, silence engulfed us. I could hear his breathing, could almost
imagine him next to me. "You're already `with' me, sissy. I marked you as
mine last night, remember? Gurl takes a black top's cum all over her face
and down her throat and in her asspussy, makes it kinda hard for her Master
to believe she don't want it." I was sobbing now, trying to stem the flow
of tears and form a coherent thought. I did not want this, did I? I
couldn't face the constant humiliation and subjugation and
degradation. "P...p...please, M...master." I sobbed like a
woman. "P...please don't c...come over. J...just leave m...me a...lone..."

There was a long pause on the line. "You're fucking with me bitch, and I
don't like it. Told you not to fuck with me. Doesn't matter what you want
or think you want. You're mine. I guess I need to head over there and give
you another lesson, eh? Fucking up my day, now ya are, gurlie. I ain't
gonna be happy when I get there so better try to pretty yourself up for me
a little extra." He said it as a statement, as if it were the most normal
thing in the world for him to discuss. His voice suggested that there was
no room for debate. "B...but Master, s...sir. I have plans toda..." He cut
me off before I could finish my last word. "Shut it, cunt. Your plans are
whatever I give you. I will be in your home in one hour. Douche yourself,
shower and get your sissy outfit back on. And be sitting on your sissy
chair." With that he hung up, leaving me standing there with my mouth wide
open, unsure what just happened or what to do next. This Black Master had
basically just made it clear in no uncertain terms that I was his sissy
slave at all times and he was on his way over again. What could I do? I
didn't want to risk a worse beating that I had gotten before. Should I call
the police? And tell them what? They'd probably just laugh it off as a
lover's quarrel and I'd become the butt of a slew of jokes passed around to
all the cops in the area. Just what I need, plus I imagine Black Master
would be furious with me then. I looked up at the clock. Fifty seven
minutes left. I better hurry to get ready for his arrival. I can't believe
I'm doing this. I'll have to talk to Master in person, make him understand
that I can't, won't go through with this, not after today, anyway.

Fifty two minutes later, I'm fresh from the shower, my asspussy douched and
totally clean. I put on my sissy outfit again and move to squat over my
sissy chair. I dab some lube on both the dildo and my hole and then slide
down slowly. God, it's big! I grimace as I slide onto it, feeling it
stretch my pussyhole. I hear the loud exhaust of Master's car and then the
thumping bass from his sound system as he pulls into my driveway. Oh
Jesus. He's here. I feel myself trembling. The car door slams. Within
seconds I hear his key in the lock. The door opens. My 25 year-old Black
Master is framed in the doorway, all 6'3" and 230 pounds of him. He
looks...perturbed at least, perhaps angry. He stares at me icily. He pushes
the door shut behind him, not ungently. Fuck. He's pissed.

"At least you can follow a simple rule like this, sitting on your sissy
chair. Nice to know you understand some of what I'm saying." He says it
with an air of complete calmness about him, as if he had just forced down
his rage moments before. "You should see yourself, faggot; the perfect
picture of femininity. But I guess you will be seeing yourself soon
enough. Heh." What did that mean? He walked around behind me and motioned
for me to stand up. "Up, but don't turn around. Put your hands behind
you. Open your mouth wide." I did as told and suddenly felt something click
around each of my wrists in turn. Handcuffs of some sort. Shit. Then I saw
a red blur as something passed over my head, past my eyes and into my
mouth. I realized Black Master was fitting me with a ball gag. I slumped
resignedly as I realized the severity of my predicament. Now I was not only
a sissy, but a cuffed and gagged one at that.

He circled back around so he was in front of me again, following a hard,
short slap on my exposed tush. He had his shirt untucked and unbuttoned,
showing off his linebacker physique. Black Master is very cut, with a very
toned torso and quite a few tattoos. God he's such a man! "Now, Dani, let's
see if I understand you correctly." I cringe a little as he emphasizes my
gurlie name. He looks deep into my eyes, his face inches from mine. "You
exchange emails with me for several weeks, teasing me with all the ways
you're going to pleasure my cock and be my girl and all. Telling me what a
good little sissy you are and how you'd give anything to please me. Then,
when I show up and grace you with my presence as well as the opportunity to
follow through on all your deepest desires, an opportunity which I might
add I don't give out to just any cocksucking sissyboi, I find that perhaps
you aren't all that serious about this after all. Well guess what, faggot?
It's serious now! Got it?" He grips my chin in his forceful grasp,
compelling me to look directly at him, unable to hide my utter shame. "So
now, you cause me to make changes to my day, just to come over here and
train you in the ways you are to treat me at all times. That means,
respect, submission...and no fucking questions or opinions! Got it, cunt?"
I nod wearily, having difficulty seeing through my tears, which are now
causing my mascara to run.

He pushes me back down onto my sissy chair and I gasp out as the thick dong
invades my rectum again. "You should be at Victoria's Secret buying
lingerie right now but instead you force my hand. Well this is how it's
going to be, pussy. I come over when I want. Obviously. You keep your job,
cause you're gonna need money for lingerie, bondage gear and keeping this
place stocked up on booze for me. I like Dom, Grey Goose and for beer? None
of that nasty piss-water cheap shit. Make it imports, craft brews, shit
like that. Got it? Good. And have plenty of food stocked up too. Steaks,
burgers, shit for burritos, I love Italian. You'll be making it all so you
better be a good cook or learn how. When you're in my presence you will not
eat or drink, food at least. The following are substances which you are
allowed to drink in my presence: my spit, my cum and my piss. Is that
clear, slave gurlie?" I nod in tearful acquiescence. He smiles wickedly,
clearly enjoying the power he holds over me at this moment. He continues
on. "Things you will be allowed to dine on? My cock, my balls and...my
asshole. Heh, heh. Whenever I ask you if you are hungry, you must look me
in the eyes, indicate that you are indeed hungry and then I will present
you with whichever part of my body I expect serviced at that moment. At ALL
TIMES...you are to treat any part of my body you are orally servicing as if
it is the best thing you've ever tasted, the best thing you've ever
smelled. Your own personal comfort doesn't matter one fucking bit to me. I
don't care if the taste of my crotch makes you want to gag, you will smile
and dutifully service me as if that is the last meal you will ever
receive. Understand?"

I nodded my understanding, feeling a sense of helplessness as my formerly
normal life continued to spiral out of control. "Yeth, Black Mathter." I
managed to croak out around the ball gag. My tiny clitty was throbbing from
the verbal abuse as well as from the sensation of being physically at
someone's complete mercy. Black Master smiled at me, an evil sort of grin,
without warmth or compassion. "Good gurl. That's my sweetiepie." He looked
down and an even bigger smirk fell across his features as he saw my raging
boner. He smacked at it a couple of times with the back of his
hand. "You're so fucking hard because of this aren't you, bitch? Huh, my
words getting you all hot and bothered? Or is it the bondage? Little of
both, I'd guess. Ground rules for your clitty are as follows. Under no
circumstances are you to EVER touch yourself sexually unless you have my
permission. The only permissible touching of that area by you is in the
shower or on the toilet; both situations would be purely for hygiene
purposes only. Otherwise your clit is what it is; a useless appendage that
I control. And, sissy, I can't stress this enough... if you ever and I mean
EVER, cum without my permission, you will know a whole new world of pain. I
control your orgasms, or lack thereof, and I think it goes without saying,
but I'm gonna say it anyway, no more pussy for you. If I find out that you
ever got your little dickie wet in a female, I might just cut it off. The
only way you're ever going to fuck anybody ever again is if I have one of
my boy's bring over their sissy for you to play with." I must have conveyed
some kind of look at the mention of sex with another sissy because he
chuckled and went on explaining.

"That's right, gurl. Most of my thugs have got sissies of their own. Me and
Jamal been talking `bout throwing a couple of you gurlies in bed together,
just to get us worked up. Just knowing that it ain't what you bottom
bitches would want is enough to make me want to try it sometime. But that's
for later, cunt. Right now, I'd be embarrassed for Jamal or any of my boys
to come over here. You not trained up proper yet and all, not a drop of
fucking booze in the house. How'd that look to my friends? Got to remedy
that shit, bitch!" He started to walk towards the hall. "Get up and follow
me." I jumped up immediately and started to move towards him. "This place
got a basement?" I nodded that it did and that it was through the
kitchen. "Good. I'll check it out later, but that's where you will begin
putting together a little sex dungeon for us to play in. As you can see, I
like bondage, sissy, and I like to have a lot of variety. I'll leave the
URL for a great BDSM site and you'll need to start purchasing some of the
gear." He must have seen the fear in my eyes and though I could tell he
enjoyed it immensely, he reached out and wrapped a beefy, calloused paw
around my slim waist, pulling me into his hard, lean physique. He whispered
in my ear. "Don't worry, sweetie. I know how to treat my gurls, I won't
hurt you......much. Heh, heh."

Again, I was brought back to the realization that this whole situation was
spiraling out of my control. I couldn't think straight, pressed up against
the granite-like hardness of this overwhelmingly masculine black stud. That
plus the feminine nature of my outfit as well as the total loss of freedom
due to the wrist restraints and the gag were conspiring to mess with my
head as I breathed in the intoxicating aroma of Black Master's skin. God I
was so horny I was quite sure I would have done almost anything at that
moment to feel his hands on me again. I rubbed up against him, mewling in a
high voice around my gag, trying to show him how turned on I was. "Oh now
you're horny, eh sweetie? Well soon enough we'll try to quench that burning
inside you but first things first." With that he pulled out a small digital
camera and held it up in front of me. He grinned at me as a look of
realization came over my face, suddenly knowing what he planned to do. I
grunted out my weak protest as loudly as I could but Black Master just
laughed. "I'm starting, or rather you're starting a new website. You're a
techie, right? In the computer industry, I know you are so no use denying
it. Anyway, this new website is going to chronicle your transformation from
straight guy into a cocksucking, taking-it-in-the-ass sissyfag, complete
with photos of you, from various stages of your life. Of course we have to
get a bunch of pics that show just how very much you like sucking black
cock, eating black ass and drinking black man's cum. Your face will be
completely visible at all times in these photos, while my face will be
either out of the shot completely or cropped out prior to posting on the
site. I get anonymity, you get humiliation. That's just the way it going to
be. I will need you to put together a complete and 100% truthful biography
of yourself, including a section on why you enjoy being femmed and your
favorite things about black men in general and your Black Master in
particular. I might also like a short diatribe on the taste of my cum and
why you can't get enough of it, that you even go so far as to spit some of
my jizz into Tupperware containers and store them in the fridge, for
drinking when I'm not around. This site will be up for all the world to
see, you family, your friends, your co-workers, your boss, your dentist,
whoever. We'll call the site, oh I don't know, something
like...... SissyDanielleAndHerLifeWithBlackMaster.com or some such shit."
He was smiling that evil smile again, clearly content with himself for
causing me so much distress. "You'll be updating at least once a week, lots
of pics, we'll make some videos, and you'll be posting some of those gay
fuck stories you've sent me. Keep writing that shit, gurl. Fuck that shit
gets me hard as steel. And that's what you want right? A steel top,
unrelenting and untamed? That's what you told me in that first email, at
least. There're your words, not mine. But that's me, baby. Your steel top."

I had no idea what to say. It was almost too much to process. I couldn't
stand the idea of all that private info about me being up on a website,
showcasing my deepest, darkest desires. Photos of me sucking black cock,
videos of me femmed out and moaning while Black Master invades my most
private of places. And anyone could see it: my mom and dad, my brother, my
ex-girlfriend, my bar buddies, my business associates, clients, old
classmates. Jesus I was going to be on public display, with all my sexual
fetishes hanging out there.

I started as I heard the soft buzzing of the camera as Black Master began
to take some shots of me in my slutty lingerie, mascara streaming down my
face from all the crying I had been doing. "There we go, sissy. Just need a
good one for the main page photo. Gotta get in there real good." He
paused. "Damn, you look like shit. Maybe we'll take the main page photo
sometime when you're a little prettier looking. Anyway, I got something
else I gotta do right not. Get over there and lean over the arm of the
couch, stick your ass out real nice and high." I did as he
instructed. There was a pillow d****d over the sofa arm, which gave me some
cushion. I felt Black Master behind me and I was puzzling over what was
coming next. "All right, sissy. We set up some ground rules, and we'll go
over some others as well, but right now I got to lay down the law. You
directly disobeyed me this morning. Not only did you NOT got to the mall to
shop for lingerie, as I had instructed but I distinctly ordered you not to
call me with your whiny bullshit about how you don't want to do this. And
then you forced me to fuck up my valuable time to come over here to
straighten things out. I don't like it when my bitches fuck up my free
time."

With that I felt and heard a hard `THWACK' as his belt hit my unprotected
tush. I screamed out around the ball gag, but it came out as nothing more
than a hoarse, muffled cry. `THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!' I was
screaming, blubbering out incoherent apologies but to no avail. Black
Master was furious with me and he had contained that fury all morning
long. "Fucking bitch! You little cunt! If you EVER fuck with me again, on
ANYTHING AT ALL, this beatdown will seem mild by comparison!"

He struck me several more times, ripping sharp yelps from my vocal cords as
the pain tore through me. Then I was roughly pulled around and Black Master
pushed me to my knees. His boxers were already down around his thighs and
his throbbing erection was jutting out at full mast, the harsh, rigid ten
inches of dark, black cockmeat. "Suck me you fucking whore. It's all you're
good for you little faggot!" His hands tore off the ball gag and I had
about one second to draw in a breath before his cockhead was forcing it's
way into my orifice and I felt my jaws being forced wide apart again. "Look
at me, slut. Anytime you're orally servicing me, you are to be looking
directly into my eyes the entire time unless I tell you otherwise. Is that
clear, cunt?" I could do little other than gasp out an abbreviated answer
as he pulled out of me a short way. "Mmmm-hmmmm." I mumbled
unintelligibly. I then locked my eyes onto those of my tormentor, as I was
told to do. And in that moment, I could feel a tiny shift in our
relationship. Like a piece of my soul had melded with his and I had started
to accept the connection we now had. Black Master looked down at me, a mix
of loathing and superiority and.........something else apparent on his
dark, hardened features. What was it? Covetousness? Lust?
Perhaps......love......?

"Alright, sissy! Get ready for a hard throat fuck. Last time we tried this
you were gagging and shit. I don't give a fuck! You're gonna learn to do it
with or without the gagging but you're taking my cock and that's all there
is to it. And as always, keep your eyes on mine, bitch. A sissy can tell a
lot about when her Master is about to cum and what throat and tongue
techniques pleasure him the best from his facial expressions so it's
important for her to watch him closely, wouldn't you say?" He pulled his
cock all the way out from my oral cavity and I briefly stared at it's
almost unbelievable length and girth and the wicked curve of it as it
protruded outward. Quite frankly, it scared me a lot... And some part of me
loved that feeling, needed it. "Answer me sissy. I know you love looking at
my dick but when your Master asks you a question, you fucking answer." It
was clearly not a suggestion, but an order. I quickly looked back up at
him, his cruel eyes boring through my very soul, owning me. God, was this
what my heart truly wanted even as my mind screamed no?

"Yes, Master." I replied meekly to his question, feelings of defeat rolling
over me in waves. "Yes, Master......what?" He asked it with a commanding
tone that sent an erotic quiver coursing through my little penis as well as
my......bowels? "Yes, Black Master it's important for a sissy to learn how
to best please her man." He grinned an evil, iniquitous smirk. He loved the
control he had over me, plainly. His own erection throbbed again as a
charge of domination surged through him.

I was awash in confusing thoughts, unsure of what these feelings or my
responses to Black Master meant about my sexuality. Was it even possible
for......those types of feelings to radiate in that area of a man's body?
Of course, I could scarcely consider myself a man at this point. I had been
taken, topped, seeded and subdued by a clearly superior Black Master and my
body was betraying my brain by responding positively to the rough and
brutal nature of Master's sexual needs. And my own needs, as well, but ones
that went far beyond just sex and mixed and melded with my irresistible
desire to serve, to be submissive, to be owned by another. I couldn't
explain it, couldn't tell someone why these emotions were running through
me even if I tried. But the fact was, they were running through me, my hard
little clitty and my aching asshole, I mean pussy, fighting a battle with
my mind. My common sense was losing that skirmish.

"Here we go, Sissy Missy. Throat me, gurlie." With those words I barely had
time to open my lips again and his steely black tool was sliding back
between my lips and then down my gullet. I gulped greedily at the proffered
organ, adjusting my oral ministrations to make certain Black Master was
receiving gratification. I fought back the urge to gag as he slithered his
way down my throat, unceremoniously and with an undeniable show of bestial
strength. In a couple of seconds I found myself with my lips sealed around
the base of his manhood, his bushy pubic hair scratching and tickling my
nose. The scent of him was overwhelming, musk and sex and black man's flesh
all rolled into this most submissive of acts. I stayed like that for a few
seconds, expecting to be allowed to pull back up and off him so as to
repeat the action. Instead I felt Black Master's hand on my head, holding
me steady and with his other hand he reached down and pinched my nose shut,
so I could not breathe. Panic overtook me almost immediately, the
terrifying feeling of not being able to draw breath suddenly all I could
concentrate on. I tried to pull back but his grip was too strong, my
resolve too weak.

"You see here, sissy, what we've got here is another example of me showing
you how things are going to be. You wear what I tell you to wear, eat when
and what I tell you to, speak when spoken to......and now you breathe when
I say so. Is all this getting through to you, cunt? Do you realize that
your little emails you probably thought were harmless actually awakened a
sleeping b**st? You opened up a world you didn't dare dream even
existed. You told me how you wanted badly to be dominated, to be owned. You
told me the things you fantasized about doing to my black anaconda... Well
consider yourself dominated, faggot! Consider yourself my property!"

Tears were running down my cheeks again, caused by both the utter fear I
was experiencing as a result of not being able to breathe and also from the
finality of his words and the thought of the things that were lying in wait
for me in my future. My new future in which I was a sissified fagboi with
an asspussy and a suckhole that I would use exclusively to satisfy my
younger but totally dominant Black Master.

Suddenly without warning he pulled his cock from my mouth and I gasped in a
huge breath, wheezing and gagging and coughing from the rough, brutal
treatment I had just received from Black Master. My slimy throat mucus was
dripping from his ebony shaft, the entire length coated in my spit and a
thick strand of it stretched from his bloated cock tip to my ruby red lips
as sort of an obscene reminder of just what I was good for......

"Fuck, bitch! That throat is tight and as much as want to cum in your
mouth, this load I'm brewing up is destined for your pussy. I know your
sore from your beating and from last night, but guess what? I don't give a
fuck! I'm r****g your pussyass to show you yet again, just who's in charge
here. Back over the couch arm......now, CUNT!" I was blubbering now, crying
uncontrollably as I realized my old life was gone and the uncertainty of my
future was staring me in the face. "P...p...please l...let m...m...me suck
you off, M...M...Master. I n...need to d...d...drink your c...cum,
p...please." SMACK! SMACK! I flinched as Black Master slapped my face, very
hard. "BITCH! Did I tell you to speak? No I fucking did not! You do what I
tell you to WHEN I fucking tell you to and you do it RIGHT THEN! DO I MAKE
MYSELF FUCKING CLEAR TO YOU, WHORE!?" He accentuated the last words with
another harsh slap to my cheeks. I couldn't even see through my teary eyes
as I meekly stood up to bend over the arm of the sofa again, exposing my
naked tushyhole to Master's uncompromising hardness. A second later, he was
forcing the ball gag back into my mouth and strapping it tightly around
behind my head. My hands were still cuffed behind me and I was the picture
of acquiescence.

Without further adieu he plowed into me, the only lube being my mucus and
spit. I screamed out as Black Master took me violently, staking his
ownership to my body......and my soul as well, if I was completely honest
with myself. His steel-hard cudgel forced apart my tender sphincter muscle
and speared into my rectum with a force that took my breath away. I
instantly began moaning into the gag and to my abject horror, also began
arching back into every thrust of his into my body. One of his hands was on
the back of my neck holding me firmly in place while the other held my slim
wrists at the small of my back; I could not believe how submissive this all
was, how he controlled every aspect of my being at this very moment. He was
the most important person in the world to me right now. Would be the most
important person in my life forever more.

His thrusts started out strong, steady, measured but soon digressed to a
short herky-jerky fuck rhythm. Just a couple minutes in and it seemed like
he was close to nutting. I reveled in the feel of every inch of his steel
cock violating the soft fleshy tissues of all my inner nooks and
crannies. It was truly amazing what a talented cocksman he was and I knew I
should consider myself fortunate to have been blessed with such a skilled
Master. But even as I thought those things I still felt perplexed by the
turn my life had taken in just the past few hours. Before I could think
about anymore, Black Master's voice came booming to wake me from my
reverie. I could feel his spittle on my back and neck as he leaned into me,
truly giving this fuck his all. "FUCK SISSY! Gonna cum! Gonna cum so hard
up your asscunt, you little fucking bitch! Gonna seed this pussy! Gonna
make sure you learn your fucking place, faggot! OOOHHHH YEEAAA! OHHH YEAA
HERE IT COMES SISSY MISSY! You ready for my fucking jizz, Dani!?" With one
final b**st-like grunt, I felt his cock explode inside me and the warm,
gooey fuck slime coated my bowels, seeding me with my Master's essence. The
feeling of being bred was overpowering and I felt my own tiny sac tighten
up and then I followed my Black Master into euphoria, screaming into the
ball gag until I was hoarse and choking from the effort. I felt Master
collapse against my back, the sweat from our scorching fuck causing us to
stick together. We were both groaning in the aftershocks of our almost
simultaneous orgasms. But I soon felt him begin to slide out of me and
suddenly my open and gaping hole felt very empty and I couldn't stand to
think of him not being inside me... He motioned for me to turn around with
a light slap on my buttocks. I already had a good idea what this was going
to be about, and sure enough as I turned to face him once again, he
presented me with his slowly shrinking prick to suck clean of spooge and
assjuice. It was humiliating, but in an exhilarating way as I was still
searching my way through the maze of confused sexuality that this whole
episode had brought about. Being as feminine and subservient as possible I
slowly ran my tongue up and down his veiny hose, making certain to keep my
eyes on his as I lapped up every last droplet of cum from his cock, balls
and pubes. I felt like a kitten lapping up some warm milk.

"Jesus Christ! THAT was fucking fantastic, sissy! Fuck! As mad as I am
about you wrecking my day, I gotta admit, it might have been worth
it. Fuck! What a great cum! And look at you, you worthless bitch. Once
again, you've cum with your Master up inside your sissy slit. How's it feel
to be nothing but a cum dump for a superior black man? Huh faggot? Can't
answer with the gag in your mouth, I suppose eh? Oh well, I don't need you
to tell me what you're thinking. The evidence was in the fuck. The way you
pushed those sweet, white, round buns back into me, moaning for it harder
and deeper... yea it's pretty clear just what kind of a faggot you are. A
fag who loves black cock, I'd say. Damn, you are a true sissy, Dani. Can't
believe no other nigger ever scooped you up. But you're MINE now, cunt! I
own this pussy." He emphasized this statement with a semi-soft swat across
my ravaged buttocks. I could feel the sperm leaking out of my abused fuck
slot.

Black Master drew himself up to his full imposing height in front of me as
he buttoned up his jeans, his sobbing, cum-soaked pussyboi kneeling before
him. He grabbed my hair, pulling my face upwards to look at him. I felt
myself blushing under his stern gaze, both of us again knowing the exact
nature of our relationship. "So I'm gonna go ahead and repeat myself, but
this will be the last time I do so for you. From now on, you will answer my
demands immediately and unswervingly. They are not suggestions and I don't
take opinions from faggot whores. Got it? Get yourself cleaned up, put on
the skirt and blouse I brought over for you and get your sissy ass to
Victoria's Secret and pick up some more lingerie, all the shit I listed
earlier. Then hightail it to the grocery store and get stocked up on
everything you need to make my life as easy and pleasurable as
possible. All the booze and food I mentioned before. Then when you get back
here, jump on that bondage supply website I gave you. I want the Deluxe
Sling and the Masters' Fuck Rack delivered here within three business
days. I'll expect you back home and ready for me by ten o'clock tonight and
as always......be dressed for me and sitting on your sissy chair."

I nodded my agreement and mumbled something around the ball gag and he
seemed to think this was sufficient on my part. He motioned for me to rise
and I did so and then he came around behind me and unlocked the wrist
restraints. "My boys and I are hitting the strip clubs tonight, so plan on
me being extra horny. Probably be over after midnight and then we can go at
it. Make sure you're ready, cause when I'm in THAT kinda mood, I can fuck
all night long, baby! Heh, heh." He chuckled as he saw my eyes widen at his
comments and then totally surprised me when he leaned down for an extremely
tender kiss. I melted into his strong arms not wanting him to leave me. As
he pulled away I noticed him leering wickedly at me again, and I realized
that he needed this just as much as I did, only in a different way. It
almost seemed as though we were soul mates, destined to meet and who knows?
Perhaps we are... One dominant, one submissive, fitting together, one
inside the other, to suck and lick and fuck and cum and lust and maybe even
love......

The end......for now.













Sissy Missy Gets A Black Master -- Night Games


I had been scared shitless walking into the mall dressed like a woman, but I was
more scared of Black Master's wrath. So I trooped into the Victoria's Secret,
feeling like a complete douchebag. I didn't feel very pretty, but the sales girl
who assisted me picked up right away that I was a sissy and not a very confident
one at that. I was clearly not the first sissy customer she had ever had. She
even commented that my Master was a lucky man, because of how beautiful I was.
She showed me how everything went on, how the clasps and hooks worked, how to
slowly slide stockings up your legs without snagging them. I was surprised by
her professional demeanor in dealing with me and left a couple hours later with
all the girlie lingerie (in the proper sizing) Black Master had demanded, plus
some sexy perfume, stockings and the costumes he had told me to buy. I left the
mall with not only over $700 worth of new wardrobe, but also a new
self-assurance and a renewed desire to please Black Master.


I stopped at the grocery store on the way home, equipped with the list of
Master's favorite food and drink. The bill came to over $350, but I knew Black
Master's tastes were going to be expensive and as his bitch, it was my
responsibility to cover those expenses, apparently... Shit! I make pretty good
money, but this could get out of control in a hurry. What could I say though? My
Master might just kick my ass if I complain. I knew he wasn't averse to getting
a bit physical with me and I didn't want to push my luck. I would remain silent
on the matter.

I got back home, still trying to be as discreet as possible, hoping against hope
that my neighbors wouldn't see me. I have a slightly sheltered driveway due to
trees and foliage, but it's still a small neighborhood. All the noise that Black
Master made, pulling in late at night with his bass pounding, I was certain some
of the people around had at least an inkling that something untoward was going
on at my place. I only hoped to God they hadn't guessed what yet. I was dreading
the time when I would have to inform my family and my boss of my lifestyle
change. I would rather jump off a cliff than tell my father that I had decided
to turn sissy, and worst of all, sissy for a black guy. I wasn't sure his heart
could take it and I was almost certain I'd be disowned. As far as my boss, I was
already trying to figure out a way to avoid dressing like a prissy at work, or
worst-case-scenario, getting another job. In my mind I was still working on
finding a way to back out of this, to tell Black Master (with the utmost
reverence, of course) that I just wasn't into this lifestyle and I respectfully
decline his generous offer to help me get started in `the life'. Would it work?
Fuck if I knew... Christ, I didn't even know his name, only knew him as Black
Master. I found myself wondering if he would ever tell me his real name...

I decided to try small steps and so began preparing for His return later
tonight. I took a steaming hot bath and proceeded to shave and wax every spec of
hair from my body, except that on my head. I knew Black Master would want me
smooth and soft, so I used a lot of moisturizers and lotions and such, to make
my skin as pliable as possible. It took most of the evening and I had almost
lost track of time as I applied my makeup and dabbed some perfume on my wrists
and neck. I then had to decide which outfit to wear for him. I settled on the
Isla Collection Bustier in a-cup, a light blue number with embroidered edging
and attached garters that I then hooked to the most unbelievably sheer
powder-blue silk stockings. I decided on the matching crotchless panties. Jesus,
I looked sexy as shit! I loved cross-dressing, but I was still on the fence in
regards to turning my life upside down. I just needed more time to think things
through. It was barely a few weeks ago that I had begun to communicate with
Black Master online and I thought that was as far as it would go. Then twenty
four hours ago, the big brute comes bursting in my front door, like some kind of
modern-day black Lancelot and I'm just supposed to drop everything and become
his concubine? WTF?!


My heart was thumping in my chest as the hour got later and midnight approached.
Should I expect him just after midnight or like 3am? Shit! I didn't know so I
decided to risk sending him a text message, to try to find out when he might be
over. "Master -- could you let me know when to expect you? Should I have some
food prepared?"Send. Then nothing. A few minutes go by and then a return
message. "Sissy -- it's none of your fucking business BITCH! I told you I'll be
there when I'm there. But I'm in a good mood so I'll let you know. Leaving the
bar now. Be at your place in 15. Be fucking ready for me whore."I swallowed the
lump in my throat and quickly dripped some lube onto my sissy chair dildo. Then
I squatted above it, positioning my moistened hole right above it and slowly
sank down, reveling in the twofold feelings of pain and pleasure as my sphincter
was stretched and my rectum filled with rubber dick. I groaned as I felt the
last inch slide into me. Fuck! Balls deep on that fucking thing. I looked around
a bit and suddenly shuddered as I saw my computer with the webcam on it. I could
only imagine what perversities Black Master had in store for me with that.


Within minutes I heard the now familiar thump of the stereo bass in Black
Master's car as he drew closer to my house. The house started to shake a little
and I cringed at what my neighbors would think or worse, what they might do,
about all the rap music at about 1230 at night, although it was Saturday. But
just as suddenly, it shut off and I heard the car door slam shut. Then I heard
the key in the lock and in he stepped. He looked pissed, once again, but I
consoled myself with the fact that it was simply his demeanor all the time, to
appear ticked off. He slammed my front door behind him and stopped in front of
me, his usual smirk playing across his features. "Shit Dani! Lookin' pretty
tonight! And you're even sitting on your sissy chair. What a good gurl. Yea, you
like that shit up in your pussy... You my fuck whore, Danielle? Cause I got ta get
my nut. Fuck! Those strippers fucking grind all over my lap, all over your cock,
and even though I fucked a couple of `em in the backroom, I'm still horny as
shit, baby!" He moved closer to me as he spoke and I could tell he'd been in the
strip joints all night long. He reeked of booze, smoke and stripper perfume and
cooch. And sweat... And masculinity... Jesus, I felt my knees already beginning to
weaken, my insides turning to jelly as I imagined submitting to him. His eyes
bored into me as he looked down at me with a mixture of disdain and superiority.
"Those crotchless panties? Good for you, sissy. Very nice. I like that shit." He
quickly stripped off his shirt and then kicked off his sweatpants. He still had
his basketball shoes on and wore nothing else but a black jockstrap, leaving his
ass completely exposed. I caught my breath as I took in his amazing physique
once more. God! He was an absolute alpha male, a Black Adonis. Muscles rippling,
his gait said everything you needed to know about him. When he spoke, you
listened and he always got his way.


"Shit, gurl, turn on Sportscenter for me. I gotta tell you? I'm gonna sit on one
of your barstools; kneel down behind me and work on my asshole, sweetie! Just
your mouth. I gotta let loose!" I did as told, watching as he sat down on the
stool and leaned against the breakfast bar to watch TV. I looked up at his thick
gluteus muscles, hanging off the stool and partially covered by the straps of
his jock, his buttocks beckoning to me. My mouth began to water as I prepared to
taste my Master in a way so intimate that few could possibly know the feeling.
As I drew close, I sniffed the air and could smell his strong, earthy odor; it
had the strange, unknown effect on me acting like an aphrodisiac and I found
myself actually desiring to eat him out this time around. I leaned upwards and
placed my lips around his asshole, sealing us together in a manner so personal,
there could be no doubt that I was his slave, his sissy...


"Yeaaa, sissy! Get your tongue all up in my shit, Danni. Feels great, baby! You
like eating your Master's hole don't you, bitch?" I moaned out my agreement,
unable to speak as I was busy French kissing his asshole, making out with his
nether lips like I would make out with a gorgeous young woman. I gently flicked
my tongue across the outer rim of his anus, eliciting a moan of appreciation
from Black Master. I pushed my tongue up flat against his sphincter, then pulled
back and then repeated this action several times, causing him to wriggle his
ass, groaning for me to continue. I licked completely across the hairy opening
several times, using varying pressure. I heard him growl, deep in his throat and
I could tell I was getting to him. After several minutes of this treatment, I
finally went for the coup de grace. I paused a moment in my ministrations to
pull back and look at my handiwork. His asshole was glistening with saliva, my
spit soaking every nook and cranny of his crack, every butt hair. I then slowly,
so very slowly began to push my tongue right into that beckoning hirsute hole,
inserting it as far as I could get in there. I curled my tongue into a pointy
spike and began to probe in and out, in and out, seeking out Black Master's
pleasure center and when I found it, I probed even harder. I must have been
doing something right, because Master was pushing back against my mouth,
grinding his ass into my entire face.


"Fuck YES SISSY! Eat that fuckin' asshole, eat my fuckin' manhole, you fuckin'
cunt! It's all you're good for, pussyboi! Eating a black man's ass. Get up in
there sissy! Suck my furry shitter! Is your little clitty hard from sucking me
whore?" It was stiff and aroused and his words made me even hornier so I busied
myself with pleasing him, slavering all over his proffered opening, loving the
taste and scent of him, knowing him more thoroughly than I had ever known
anyone, male or female. I was slobbering into Black Master's asshole, making it
wet as he continued to grind his hairy hole onto my face, both of us moaning in
abject bliss. I could not previously have imagined how much pleasure I could
derive from bringing Black Master the enjoyment he so richly deserved. What was
happening to me?

Suddenly Black Master rose from the stool, pulling his ass away from me,
although several strands of saliva were still connecting my face to his buns and
they broke as Master stood up. I remained kneeling."Jesus, sissy! That was
fantastic! I love the way you devour my asshole. You're really taking to this,
huh? Good! It's good for a gurl to enjoy every part of her Master's body, to
desire to taste every inch of him..." He grabbed my computer from my desk, then
strode over to my recliner and stood looking at it for a moment, as if pondering
something. He set my laptop down on the end table next to the chair, opened it
up and angled the top downwards. He motioned for me to get up and approach him.
"Grab those couch pillows, sissy and put them over here on this chair." I did as
instructed, unsure of what this was supposed to accomplish. Black Master ripped
off his jock strap and then sat down on the pillows and hung his knees over the
chair arms. When he leaned back a bit, it had the effect of exposing his cock
and balls, but also leaving his buttocks hanging over the edge of the couch
pillows, thereby allowing me access to his asshole as well. "Now it's time for
you to suck me off, gurlie. Start with my balls, but take your time and keep
using your mouth on my asshole. Switch on and off, get into a rhythm, have some
fun with it sissy. It's dinner time for you." I looked up into his hardened
eyes, and I could see there was no room for questions or negotiating and he
clearly wasn't in the mood for me to do anything but comply with his orders. I
was beginning to realize that this whole situation was no joke and this man was
a true no-mercy Thug Top. "Now crawl to me, pussyboi. Come over to feast on your
Master's private parts, which he is so generously offering up for you to
service." I crawled over to him, trying my best to be sexy, but not sure if I
was succeeding. My face was burning up as I approached my Master, the shame
almost overpowering. I couldn't believe I was going along with this degradation,
and yet I could not deny how much it turned me on; having this black man in
control of my life felt oddly satisfying.


I was almost between his legs now and I looked up expectantly, like an obedient
dog. "Yea that's right. You look very pretty tonight, Danielle. I like the
lingerie you bought. Does it make you feel pretty, like the gurl you are?" I
gulped, unsure of how to respond. "T...thank you Black Master. I...I'm happy you're
satisfied with my purchases. I do feel pretty, Master. Like a...a like...a gurl..."
Again I felt a blush creep across my face, as shame and embarrassment took over
my emotions. He grinned and chuckled evilly. "Heh, heh, yea I like makin' you
blush baby. But I also like my gurls to know their place, unequivocally. Before
you start sucking me, pick up my jock strap and place the cup over your face and
then hold it there and just breathe, until I tell you to stop." I did as he
said, yet more humiliation awaiting me in his latest game. I placed the sweaty
cup over my mouth and nose and began to draw in deep breaths. It smelled like
Master and it made my mouth water and a foreign sensation stole through my loins
as I took in his Black scent. He held my gaze, that knowing, cocksure smirk
plastered across his features. "Look at your little white cockette, all stiff
and hard, like a man's cock. But it's no man's cock, is it sissy? It's just a
clitty, a tiny boiclitty." I could feel tears almost beginning to form, as I
continued breathing in Master's jock sweat. I could feel my masculinity slowly
slipping away from me, and I wasn't sure I could get it back. "You wanna stroke
your stiff little clitty, Danielle? Stroke it until you shoot your sissy jizz?"
I nodded my agreement, mumbling out a muffled "Yes" into the funky jock cup.


I was startled as Black Master struck my face with a mongoose-quick slap across
my cheek. "Tough fuckin' shit, sissy! The correct answer is that you only have
eyes for my cock. You are to focus %100 of your attention on me. I don't give a
fuck if your puny, worthless gurl dickie is ready to explode, you NEVER pay
attention to your own needs! Is that fuckin' clear enough to you bitch? You
never touch or stroke yourself unless I say! You never cum unless I say! You
don't even think about your clitty unless I have given you permission! And that
goes for all times, whether I'm here or not! Got it cunt?!" I was sobbing from
the ferocity of his strike and the finality of his words, as I blubbered out my
reply. "Y...ye...yes, B...black M...m...master. I'm...mmm s...sorry, S...sir."


"OK then, sissy. I assume it won't happen again... Anyway I got a surprise for ya,
sweetie. With you busy buying all that shit and prettying yourself up for me, I
had my boy Denard's white sissy get that website up and running, so we're ready
to go with some webcam action. Huh? What do ya think of that? You ready to eat
me on camera, slut?" I looked up at him again, his words not quite registering
with me. I was feeling panic rising inside me. Fuck! I thought I'd have more
time to talk my way out of this, but it appeared Black Master expected to forge
ahead with his plan to show me off to the world. Terror hit me square in the
chest and I did something most regrettable. I stood up and then started speaking
out of turn.

"Shit, I can't do this Black Master, or, or whatever your real name is. This
isn't what I wanted or expected when we started chatting. Look...you can't make me
do any of this stuff...... Let's just break this off now..." I was breathing hard,
huffing in fresh air for the first time in several minutes. I barely dared to
look at him, but forced myself to. He was staring at me with a previously
unknown anger bubbling just beneath the surface. He slowly rose to his full
imposing height and moved closer to me. I swallowed hard as he spoke. "Whatever
my real name is? My real name, to you sissy, IS Black Master. You fuckin' white
cunt! I can in fact, make you do this stuff! I already have. You gonna go run to
the cops, pussy? Huh? You gonna tell them how you fag out and dress like a
prissy and suck my prick and how I breed your ass? Huh faggot? Don't pretend you
didn't want it then or that you don't want it now. You fuckin' white boys are
all the same. Think you're gonna stand up to me AFTER you've already gone down
on me..."


Everything was a blur, as tears rolled down my cheeks and I heard myself
speaking yet again. "Look, Black Master. Just please leave. I've made my
decision and I don't want to take part in this life..." He loomed over me as he
stepped even closer, his proximity certainly intimidating. "Oh you've made your
decision? Is that right? Little sissy Dani has made up her mind and I guess now
I have to go along with it... Well guess what faggot? I've also made a decision
and you might want to listen up. You don't want me to have to get rough with you
again, right?" He grabbed my chin in his hand forcing me to look up at him, the
disgrace etched on my face. "This is how it's going to be, bitch. I'm not
leaving and you're not getting out of this. You don't actually want to get out
of this, you just think you do. You'll thank me later that I didn't let you go
back to your old life of having passionless sex with your cunt girlfriends." He
leaned in and whispered in my ear. "I know what you need, faggot. I've already
seen it, seen the way you give it up to me. I've felt you convulsing around me
when I'm inside you, breeding you...... Now let's go meet our audience, shall we?"
With that he let go of my chin and grabbed both of my wrists and twisted them
around behind my back. I felt the cold steel of handcuffs fastening around them
and my body went stiff as once again, I was practically helpless.


Black Master grabbed me by the hair and dragged me back over to the recliner.
Shoving me down none too lightly, he sat back down and started typing on my
laptop, while at the same time making a call on his cell. "Hey Denard, your
sissy got that site for me? ......Awesome! Cool b*o! I appreciate it...... Yea, yea
she's trying ta back out......... No, no I put her back in her place. Gonna be good
man, I got it all set up for her to suck my cock and balls and eat my asshole on
webcam...... Yea right? Shit nigger, I got a fuckin' load stored up for this gurl!
Ha!......Alright brother! Catch ya!" He hung up and started focusing on the laptop,
typing away, talking to himself. "Yea, www.bbcsissydani.com. Yea, this shit is
gonna be for real. He looked down at me with a disdainful gaze. "Jesus, you look
like hell, sissy. Makeup all smeared from your pussyass cryin'. Saliva all over
your lingerie. Fuck! But it is what it is. And it is Go Time!" He put the laptop
back on the table and I could see a webpage with a barely discernable pic of me
and I felt some relief sweep over me; no one would likely recognize me like
that. I was probably safe. Black Master's voice broke through my thoughts. "Yea
you there sissy Cami?" He was speaking to someone on the laptop. "That's
Denard's sissy Cami. Used to be Cameron. She's punked out now too. Another
fuckin' whitey overcome by Black Cock Lust. BCL. Heh, heh."


He seemed pleased with his new abbreviation and I could add nothing, so I
didn't. It probably wouldn't have been a good idea anyway. "Hey lookie here, we
got ourselves a nice-sized audience, for a first time site. Already got over
three hundred fuckers waiting for you to start in on me......" He paused a moment,
as if contemplating something. He tied a black bandana over his head and then as
he pulled it down over his face, I could see that it had eye holes cut in it,
Zorro-style. He made a comment about maintaining his anonymity then he motioned
for me to draw closer to him and I did so, immediately. All right, Cami, you got
this shit runnin'?" A couple seconds later a slightly hollow sounding voice
answers back, very effeminate and timid but clearly a male. "Yes, Black Master.
I can control the camera from here, and Master Denard is here watching the whole
thing so he can make certain I'm getting the proper shots. You can start
anytime, Black Master. I have both the audio and video up and running smoothly.
We're live." I felt a cold fear creeping over me as I realized what was
happening. I was going to be on display, online, for anyone to see. Fuck. How
the hell was I going to get out of this? And suddenly, it was all out of my
control.


"Yo, yo, yo what's up, Bitches? This is Black Master here on my new site
www.bbcsissydani.com. What the fuck is up? Yea! Uhh, this site is going to
chronicle my training of my new sissy bitch, Danielle or Dani. She and I are
going be having all sorts of fun and you can believe me when I say that I am
going to put her through her paces! You'll find that I am a no mercy Black Top...
I am all Top, all the time. I will not be gentle with my sissy, but then I doubt
any of you'd be here if I was going to be gentle now, would ya? The show's gonna
be starting in a couple, but first I thought you'd all like to meet Dani, so
she's gonna tell you all about herself...whether she wants to or not." He looked
down at me, his gaze hard and motioned for me to turn my face towards the
webcam. I could not recall a moment in my life when I felt more scared and sick
to my stomach. I could NOT go through with this and I started to rise,
determined to walk away and get this guy out of my house, out of my life. Once
again, I underestimated Black Master's resolve to enslave me.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? I tell you to get up, sissy? We're
live, bitch! Now talk to the camera!" Again, he didn't sound like a man to be
trifled with, but I could not let this go on. "P...please, sir. I can't do this..."
He looked at me with a mixture of loathing and anger and I instantly knew I had
fucked up majorly. He jumped down from his perch on my recliner and squatted
down next to me, taking my skull in both of his huge hands and pointed me up
towards the webcam lens. With my hands secured behind my back coupled with his
strength, there was little I could do to fight him and I felt myself meekly
submitting to his raw power. "Now talk sissy! Tell the folks, your adoring
public, your real name, your job, maybe your favorite type of lingerie and why
you love black cock. That's a nice start..." I obediently looked up into the
camera, my former life flashing before my eyes. My voice quavered as I spoke.
"M...m...my name is... is D...Dan. Dan W...W...Williamson. I...I...m a s...software engin...neer..." I
paused, still unable to process the humiliation I was going through, like I was
watching some other white guy being bound, sissified and put on film by a
Dominant Black Master. Tears streamed unchecked down my face, undoubtedly
smearing my mascara and blush. I hoped and prayed that no one I knew would ever,
EVER see this. "And, what's your fave lingerie and why do you worship black
cock?" He spoke in a conversational tone now, like he expected complete
acquiescence......and I gave it to him. I couldn't believe what a fucking sissy
faggot I was, I just didn't have the will to fight him anymore. Black Master now
points to this moment as the second I gave into my deepest desire and became his
fully. "I...I like b...babydolls, cause B...Black M...Maste likes them the b...best... And I
w...worship black c...cock because...... b...because......" I didn't know what to say. When I
paused too long for his liking, Black Master helped me out. "Is it because you
like the taste of it faggot? Is it because you like the feel of it in all your
holes? I think it's all those reasons that you love black dick. Now fucking say
it, cunt!"


I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly vey dry and hoarse feeling. I managed to
croak out my agreement with him, into the miked-up webcam. "I...I love b...black
dick......... be... because I......I like the t...taste of it and I l...like t...the feel of it
i...in my......holes..." Jesus, I had just uttered my love for black meat right on the
internet, live to hundreds of folks, apparently. What the hell path was my life
now careening down, like a runaway roller coaster? I had no idea, but Black
Master didn't give me much time to sink into my own thoughts. He immediately sat
back down on his makeshift dais, exposing his asshole and genitals to me. "Get
to eatin', sissy! Smile for the camera before you stick your tongue back up in
my shitter!"









Sissy Missy
Gets A Black Master -- Filmed Humiliation


So here I am, a mid-thirties white guy, reasonably attractive and even had
some success with the ladies. Now however, I am the lady or gurl, as Black
Master calls me. I am following his orders to smile for the webcam before
I perform analingus on him, again. I try my best to smile, but I'm certain
my tear-streaked face is a mess and I'm sure I look like shit. But it must
be done and so I force a smile. My hands are cuffed behind my back and I
can't move my arms; I am completely at his mercy.

"Yeah, smile real purtty for the camera, slut. Such a sexy gal, getting
ready to dive right back into my asshole, huh? Yeah, that's right..." I
tearfully look into the camera as commanded, feeling the last vestige of
maleness seep out of me. I am his now, his bitch. I hate it, but I need it
so bad. What is happening to me?

"Time for dinner, girlie! You got five hundred plus motherfuckers looking
to watch you eat me out. Start fucking eating my fucking manhole! Now!" He
slides down just a little more, adjusting his angle and then shoves my head
down. I can smell the musky, earthy scent of his ass as my nose burrows
into him. My mouth begins to water and I realize I want to eat him out. God
is this what my life has come to? Dressed like a sissy, using all my wiles
to get my mouth back onto my Black Master's asshole so I can tongue-fuck
him? Jesus Christ, I should be fucking ashamed of myself......and I am. But
nevertheless, I waste no time in digging my licker back into Master's
bunger.

God he tastes terrible, yet I am slavering all over his hole, devouring the
flavor of his back passage as if I hadn't had food for days. He tastes
fucking awful, or does he? I am aware of a change in my thought process at
this moment. Even though it tastes a bit like feces, I so badly want this,
I desire that taste and I am now on the hunt for it.

"Ohh fuck yeah, faggot! You like that bitch? You like eating your Master's
butthole? Like the taste of me on your tongue and lips? Huh sweetie? Show
the audience, my peeps, how much you love this shit, pansy! How you love
eating nigger ass! Fuck you are a good little faggot ass-eater, aren't you?
Shit..."

I managed to glance sideways at the monitor and could see that the camera
was right