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My Master, My Beautiful Black Master
By Donna Karol
You will have guessed the subject from the title. The
story takes (took place) nearly 10 years ago, but as
writing is new to me, i will write it as it happened
and how it felt to me at the time.
i have had a bad day, i suppose i should explain who i
am first.
i am 23, 5ft 9inches, dark brown hair, blue eyes, fit
and tone but not a muscle freak, i workout most days
and i had better say ,given the following story, i am
straight. i have been a qualified printer for 3 years,
and before that an apprentice printer. i work the 10pm
until 6am shift. Today i should have finished at 6am,
but some of the day shift did not appear and as there
is a rush job on, i had to stay back till it was
finished. As i said i have had a bad day.
i normally go to the Gym straight from work, arriving
about 7.20am, the manager expects me and although he
normally opens up at 7.30am, he lets me in when i
arrive and i get to use the equipment in peace. Today
of course, it was 9.30am before i arrived, the Gym
wasn?t exactly buzzing, but there was certainly more
people around than i am used to seeing. Anyway i had
my work out, or tried to, there was a guy at the other
end of the room that was annoying me, you know the
sort, loud and mouthy, hangs around gyms, isn?t really
interested in working out, stays near the door so he
can nip out to have a smoke and check out the guys
coming and going. i see him occasionally as i leave in
the morning, but he normally keeps out of my way. He
would choose this morning to try to come on to me.
I suppose he was good looking in his way, 6ft 2inches,
230lbs, well defined, black and with an extreme
attitude, obviously gay and he made it perfectly plain
that he was here looking for sex partners. Today he
tried chatting me up and blowing his smoke breath all
over me, i really wasn?t in the mood for it, so told
him that if there were three things i didn?t like it
was smokes, gays who smoke, and black gays who smoke, i
regretted saying it as soon as i had finished
speaking, but he had annoyed me so much, he just
stared at me and i felt his eyes were boring into my
mind, i felt my face flush so i just walked out.
I don't think i am particularly bigoted, i certainly
don't like gays, especially when it affects me,
alright if they want to do whatever they do in
private, i suppose that is okay, but not when then want
me to take part. Blacks i can stand, in fact i know a
few of them that do the cleaning in the printshop
where i work, and i always talk to them, but they
should stay with there own kind, there are racial and
cultural differences and lets face it, they believe in
segregation as much as anyone else. Smoking is
different again, it is extremely unhealthy and if
people want to kill themselves and ruin their own
health that?s fine with me, but i don?t think i should
have to breathe their smoke and there is nothing worse
than the smell of a smokers breath when they are
talking to you, even if they are not actually smoking
at the time.
i thought about it all the way home and decided i
would stay on at the gym the next day until he came
in, in order to apologise to him.
Next day, after my workout i stayed on and sure enough
he came in about 9.15am, his mouth proceeding him. i
went up to him and started to apologise, he stared at
me with these big brown eyes and i could see the hurt
in them, i tried to continue apologising and i think i
did, my mind seemed to fill with cotton wool, i
remember looking at him and he seemed to radiate, i
recall him talking but can't remember what if anything
was said. Truth to tell the next thing i can remember
is catching the bus at the bottom of the road to go
home to bed. i laid awake for a long time, trying to
work out exactly what had happened, one thing that
stayed in my mind was that i had to speak the next day
to him to make sure that i told him how sorry i was.
The following day, i hung on again, this time he
didn?t arrive until 9.45am, i was getting a bit fed up
waiting, but i felt i had to see him and let him know
how i felt. i went over and told him how sorry i was,
he said that?s fine, how about a coffee. Well,
normally i don?t bother with caffeine, especially as i
was intending to go to sleep as soon as i got home,
but, Hell, i had been rude to him the least i could do
would be to, buy the guy a coffee.
He took me to a coffee shop i had not been to before,
actually it must have been a fair distance from the
gym, because it was nearly 12noon when we got there,
but i am sure we hadn?t walked for that long. i
ordered two coffees and took them to the table he had
sat at, when i sat down he offered me one of his
cigarettes, which i took, that should have told me
something was up as until that point i didn?t smoke at
all. We sat there chatting and smoking for quite a
while, although i can't remember what we talked about.
He walked me towards my house, and i called in to a
tobacconist for some cigarettes, strong plain ones,
the same as he smoked, i got 40, because as he said if
i was working nights i wouldn?t want to run out at
work. We arranged to meet up the next morning and go
for a coffee again.
That night i had to buy another 40 cigarettes on the
way to work, and i got myself a half bottle of whisky
too, to help the night pass a bit quicker, though i
seldom drink and never at work.
It was 10.15am the next day, Thursday, before he
arrived, i was getting quite worried as i was looking
forward to our usual chat, we walked to a pub he knew,
where we had a few drinks, i bought some more
cigarettes and we walked back to his place. As we got
into his house, he suggested that i would feel more
comfortable, if i got out of my clothes, he was right
of course, because i had been wearing them at work all
night, and i hadn?t showered after my workout as i
intended showering when i got home. i stripped down
and then he did so that i wouldn?t feel uncomfortable,
he had a wonderful body and i seemed to stand there
admiring it for a long time, thoughts about sucking
his dick and letting him shove his cock up my arse
kept going through my mind. i am straight but it
seemed so hot to think along those lines, eventually i
felt compelled to ask him if i could suck his dick, he
seemed surprised, but said yes if i wanted to. i
practically fell to my knees and took a man's cock in
my mouth for the first time, it was like nothing i had
ever experienced before, the world did move, i saw
fireworks and as he came in my mouth, i came too
without even touching my cock.
In the post orgasmic afterglow, he told me that i
would enjoy myself more if i didn?t touch my cock in
future, after the experience i just had i could
believe it, he said i should stop playing with myself
and i found myself agreeing to that. We lay back on
the bed smoking for a while, i found myself hoping
that he would want to fuck me, the feeling got
stronger and stronger, until i had to beg him to do it
and put me out of my misery, he tried to dissuade me,
kept telling me that i was straight and that the first
time was very painful, but i wanted it, i needed and
eventually after much begging he finally agreed that
he would fuck me. He told me to meet him again the
next day after my workout and we would go to my flat.
i tried hard to persuade him to fuck me there and
then, but he said that i should think about it as it
was a big step for a straight guy like me. i walked
home and found i couldn?t stop thinking about that
magnificent cock and how it had felt in my mouth, i
could imagine being fucked by it too, i couldn?t get
the thoughts out of my mind, i wanted it and i wanted
him. On the way i stopped in for 60 fags and a bottle
of whisky, to hopefully last me over the night shift.
Next morning was Friday, the weekend starts here, it
was certainly the longest nightshift i had every known
but at least i had something to look forward to now. i
got to the gym at my normal time and my workout seemed
to take even longer than the night shift had.
Eventually i saw him, i don?t know if it was me or
not, but he looked taller, broader, more handsome than
i remembered, i was proud that this magnificent man
was going to fuck me. He smiled across the room at me,
i felt the pride surge in my heart, i almost wanted to
tell everyone in the room that this hunk was going to
take me home and fuck me. We walked to my flat, i
called in for more cigarettes, i bought a pack of 100
and a couple of bottles of whisky, and for a change
half a dozen cigars, nice thick ones.
We got to the flat and he insisted that we sit down
and talk first to see if i was of the same mind. He
spoke, i looked at him and the room seemed to tilt and
fade. We must have talked at while, but again i don?t
recall what was said. Well he asked, do you still want
me to fuck you. Yes Sir, please Sir i answered. Well
boy, he said, you will need to ask me properly. Of
course i had forgotten that i should ask properly, so
i got down on my knees and said, Please Master, this
slave begs that his Master takes His pleasure with His
slave. He told me to bend over the chair and present
my pussy to him
i'm gonna make your arse into my personal fuck hole. i
will coat it and my cock with lub and my meat will
simply slide in like it is doing right now along your
crack. i knew what he said was true, and i wanted
this perfect man to plough me, time and time again. i
kept thinking that a few short hours ago i had been
straight, i had never considered sex with a man, and
now here i was begging a man to fuck me.
Please, Sir, fuck me HARD, i whimpered. He slid a
pillow under my tummy and crotch, which raised me to a
comfortable level for his tool. Get your hands onto
your butt cheeks and pull them apart to widen your
hole, my little fuck slut, at the same time spread
your legs as wide as you can. i did that instantly
and obediently, i knew that i wanted to be his fuck
hole, i need to be the pussy he used, i wanted his
seed in me. i totally believed that the pain would be
excruciating, his knob was massive, it had already
stretched my mouth and my hole was at the moment
virgin. He sensed this, so once again slid his cock up
and down my crack, kissing my neck as he did so.
i was totally relaxed by the time he decided to make me his
pussy and sex slave. Unbelievably, between his sliding
that juicy creamed-up brute up and down my crack, and
my own relaxation, when he suddenly plunged his cock
into me, i hardly noticed it! i had to ask him,
knowing that he had stopped sliding up and down, what
he was doing. i'm inside you now, whore. At that
moment all the programming that he had be pumping into
me for the last few days took effect, i knew from that
second that i was His slut, His whore, His sex slave,
His servant and His totally obedient slave. i knew
that i would become His gay shemale slave maid, that i
would be modified until i was the sex toy He wanted,
and i also knew that i wanted it, that i wanted to be
a shemale, that i had always wanted that. Always
wanted to be a whore for black men to use for their
pleasure.
He slowly pushed his cock all the way down till it hit
my prostate. What a feeling that was, to have this
man, my Master, taking possession of my entire being
with the whole length of my anus stuffed with this big
beautiful black cock. He laughed. Now He knew He had
me in His power. i'm going to plough you now, slowly
at first, then build up into a crescendo of thrusts
which will turn you into a lust bunny, hankering to be
fucked every day of your life. And without more
explanation He fucked me. He slowed down, He sped up,
He slowed down, He sped up. It took about 40 minutes,
but 40 minutes of delight, while at each thrust He
breathed instructions into my ear and directly into my
mind. For myself i knew i had gained a small slice of
paradise, and that life would never be the same. Now
my Master `knew' me through and through. My virginity
was sold and the price was very high, it was servitude
for the rest of my days but it seemed worth it to me.
i know now what i have been searching for that all my
days. my Master is going to train me to be the slut He
says i am, i am to move out of this flat and into my
Masters house, He will sell the freehold, and my car
to help pay for my accommodation and my training, i am
to give up my job as soon as possible. i am to refer
to my Master always as Master and to all black men as
Sir, my cock is now my clit, my balls are my ovaries
and my arsehole is my pussy. my pussy is available to
all black men and when i am in Masters house i am to
remain naked at all times. i am now a sissy, a
sissyslave, a sissy pussy for the use of all Black
men.
Master told me that He has many surprises in store for
me and that my life will be different, i am now His
property and my formal training will begin next
weekend when i officially move into His house, until
then all my spare time will be spent learning my new
trade with the help of His friends. With their help i
will become a cock hungry white whore.
i worked my normal shifts throughout the week, having
handed in my notice on Sunday night when i started
back to work, i had spent the weekend being fucked
constantly, so much in fact that my pussy felt empty
all day at work. i have become a heavy smoker too,
smoking between 60 and 100 full strength unfiltered
cigarettes a day, i also drink at least a bottle of
whisky a day, but Master says that from the weekend i
will no longer drink.
Friday morning i finished my work with my final pay
packet, i emptied my flat and handed over the keys to
my Master along with the pay packet, everything i once
owned belongs to my Master now. This is to pay for my
training and the medication and modifications Master
says i will need if i am to serve Him properly.
Saturday Master took me to the tattooists to have His
mark put on my right arse cheek and above my left
nipple, both were very sore but it is worth it because
i am now owned, the owner of the shop took me into the
back room and tattooed on my eyeshadow, eyeliner and
lipstick. Then i was taken to another room where my
nipples and ears were pierced. Then i was fitted with
a collar around each of my ovaries, Master likes low
hanging ovaries and i will have more and more weights
attached to these until my ovaries hang down far
enough to satisfy my Master. Master had told me to pay
for the tattooing, piercing and other work with the
use of my pussy and the owner seemed to enjoy himself
very much, as i said Thank You Sir to him one of
Master's friends came by to pick me up to take me for
my new wardrobe and to have my hair bleached.
First i was taken to the back room of a hairdressing
salon, where my hair was bleached, my eyebrows plucked
and my body waxed. Breast forms were fitted and i was
ready to get my new clothes, i know Master wants me to
remain naked, but when He has some guest i am to wear
a rubber maids uniform.
i spent the weekend naked, although i must admit that
during the short times that my pussy was not in use i
did wear the pretty panties that Master had bought me
and of course i used this free time to refresh my
makeup, as my lipstick kept being removed by the
massive black cocks i had the honour to suck.
Monday morning was the day i was really looking
forward to, it was the day i started my medication,
Master took me to the surgery to explain to the doctor
what was needed, the Doctor was a gorgeous black man
named Kyle, who examined me thoroughly and explained
to Master what was needed, i would have large booster
shots of estrogen straight away which would start the
process and i was to take pills twice a day for a week
and then come back to see how my body reacted, then he
would be able to gauge better how to continue with the
treatment. The Doctor told my Master that i would
change quite rapidly and that my clit would start to
shrink in the next day or so and that their would be a
marked reduction in size by the end of the week. He
went on to say that my nipple would become very
sensitive in the next few days and Master said he
would take advantage of that for as long as the
sensitivity lasted. Then it was back to Masters house
to continue my training, i do love it so when Master
invites His friends to use my previously straight
mouth and pussy.
Well as i said in the introduction, this took place
nearly 10 years ago, i am still Masters
maid/slave/whore, i have beautiful long bleached hair,
and figure to die for, and 38EE breasts, which are
pierced twice on each nipple. i smoke between 80 and
100 cigarettes a day and my Master loves to see my
lipstick on my cigarettes. During the day i keep my
Masters house, cook His food and do His laundry, at
night i serve Him, His friends and from time to time
earn a little extra money for Him by being a whore.
The day i met my Master was the best day of my life,
which is why i remember it so well and why i am so
happy to present you with my story.
Mila
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