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I cried in the shower for 20 minutes over the horror my life had become. I was trapped by these awful black men who were using me in the most vile ways and the only chance at freedom I thought I had, my loving wife Beth, was helping them to make me even more submissive and caught up further in their despicable, torturous game. I never would have believed Beth could be so cruel. It’s as if Master had unlocked some twisted part of her mind that she was thrilled to explore at my expense. They had so much video and so many horrible pictures of me debasing myself that I had no choice but to bend to their will or risk being outed to my family. I never had many friends so that wasn’t really a concern but the internet being what it is, I knew their reach would extend to any place I tried thought of running to. They could easily prevent me from finding another job and could make sure I had no money to start over with even if I did decide to run.
When I’d cried myself dry I resigned myself to the fact that it was time to get dressed for my ‘date’ with Daddy Art. I shaved myself smooth as was my obligation and left the shower a broken man. I took my time painting my nails red both my fake fingernails and real toenails before I removed my plug and went to the toilet careful to suck the plug clean before reinserting it in my pussy. After checking to ensure I was as dry as I could get with the terrible chastity cage on my long suffering clitty I left the bathroom naked. When I entered my bedroom Master and Mistress Beth were lounging on my pink nightmare of a bed. He was naked and displaying his huge cock proudly while she wore her bra and panties so as not to show anything off to her poor husband, me. They were making out like a couple of teenagers and she was stroking his cock when I entered the room but they stopped and smiled at me like predators stalking their prey.
I saw the outfit Mistress had laid out for me and my heart skipped a beat. It was the most humiliating thing I’d been forced to wear yet. I was to dress as a prep school girl in the sluttiest outfit ever. I pulled on a pair of white cotton panties over my cage and noticed with shame the small outline of my imprisoned clitty. Next came the breast forms which I secured with the adhesive just as I’d been taught followed by a simple white lace bra. When I put on the bra it pushed the rubber breasts in harder against my chest and I noticed how sensitive my nipples were becoming. I assumed it was the hormones making them so, but that knowledge didn’t help with the uncomfortable feeling I was getting from the constant rubbing of the false tits on my hypersensitive skin. I could feel my nipples getting stiff just from pressing against the rubber and the feeling was making me a little excited much to my chagrin.
Trying to put the strange sensation in my chest out of my mind I moved on to the stockings. They were white cotton thigh highs that stopped just above my knees with a lacey, garter like support top. Next I put on the white cotton blouse that didn’t cover my midriff at all exposing my belly button. I noticed a couple of the buttons had been removed from the top of the blouse so I was unable to cover my rather substantial false cleavage. I tried to ignore how slutty the top was and focused on the plaid mini skirt I was sliding up my legs. The skirt was so short I could feel the air on my panty covered butt and knew if I bent over even a little my ass would be exposed.
I then had to sit at the makeup table and apply my face. I was told to make it as slutty as possible so I was heavy on the eye shadow and eyeliner and especially on the fiery red lipstick. I pulled my long blonde wig into place and stood before my tormenters as they laughingly berated my appearance.
Mistress Beth said, “Oh sweetie you look so cute! Just like a slutty little school girl. Your boyfriend is going to love you”.
Master looked me over and commented, “You better hurry over to Art’s house before I decide I need a blowjob from those girly red lips of yours sissy. You look too hot standing there!”
Mistress had me finish off my look with a pair of black, open toed, 4 inch platform heels and a pair of big round hoop earrings.
I stood there nervously hoping they would tell me to stay home but the two lovers quickly dismissed me as they started groping each other on my bed. Master said he wanted to christen the bed and baptize it with his cum so he’d be fucking my wife several times throughout the night to which Mistress Beth laughed and said, “Awe, they grow up so fast don’t they? Our little girl is already dating. Now run along now sissy the grownups have some fucking to do”.
I quietly left the room with my head down and a shadow over my heart. I was dreading tonight with all my body and soul but knew better than to balk at the idea of a date with my Daddy.
I walked across the street and stood outside the front door afraid to ring the bell but knowing I had no choice. With a shaking hand I reached up slowly and pressed the doorbell. Daddy answered quickly and turned on the porch light to get a better look at me. He whistled and said “Damn girl you look amazing! Did you go through all this trouble for me? I’m thrilled to think that you love your Daddy enough to make yourself look so sexy for him”.
I gave a curtsy as Master had instructed me to do in front of all real men and said in a shaky yet feminine voice, “Yes Daddy I wanted to look sexy for you”.
I had been warned several times to maintain my feminine tone of voice and mannerisms at all times when dressed or I’d be punished severely so I acted and spoke as girly as I could to avoid a beating. The effect of course was to make it seem I was enjoying myself when the truth couldn’t be further from my mind.
Daddy took my hand and escorted me inside and even with the heels I was dwarfed by his size. Daddy stood another 9 inches over my small 5 foot 7 frame so he towered over me making me feel even less masculine than I already felt. His broad shoulders and thick frame just made me feel more insecure and afraid. While I weighed little more than 160lbs, Daddy easily rang in at close to 300lbs of muscle and fat with a noticeable gut that hung over his belt line as a reminder of his age and that his days of working out were behind him. You know the look. He’s very menacing and you know he’s solid as a rock but there is a layer of flab coming from advanced age that covers a muscular frame. He was a Bear in the vernacular. I wasn’t certain but seeing him now I had to judge his age at around 55 or 60 so definitely my senior which only added to the dominant mindset he so easily adopted around smaller, weaker men like me.
Daddy was dressed in his work clothes and smelled like the heavy body odor of a man who put in a hard day. He still wore his work boots along with his grease stained jeans and the blue garage work shirt with “Art” stitched over the right breast. When I thought of how made up I was in comparison to his unkempt appearance I started to feel upset that he hadn’t put in any effort. I quickly chased that thought from my mind and began to wonder at my own sanity. I was starting to think like a woman! Who cares how this brute is dressed? My god what he was doing to me was tantamount to blackmail, coercion and dare I say it, rape! And here I was hurt that he didn’t make himself more presentable for me. What the fuck?
Daddy escorted me into the living room with a firm grip on my arm letting me know in no uncertain terms he was in complete control. He had me stand in front of the couch as he sat down and put his feet up on the ottoman. He said, “I’ve been looking forward to our time together Blanca. I’ve got plans for you tonight. I know you were expecting a nice date with your Daddy but little sluts like you don’t get the date night treatment. No nice dinner out at a fancy restaurant for the likes of you. No, tonight is all about pleasing me. I’ve been thinking of how I’m going to use your slutty body all day long and I’ll be honest, I don’t think you’re going to have as much fun as I am tonight. See bitch, I get damned tired of dealing with white boys all the time and I love nothing more than the idea of having one turned into a submissive little crossdressing whore for my pleasure. So I think I have some aggression that needs to be worked out and you get to help me. Isn’t that nice”?
I shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other but forced a smile and said, “Yes Daddy, I’m glad to serve you in any way that makes you happy”.
Daddy laughed and said, “Good girl. Now start by making Daddy more comfortable. Take off my boots and socks. I could use a good foot massage”.
I gulped hard and bent over to begin unlacing his right boot. As I pulled the thick leather boot from his foot the stench of a day’s work assaulted my senses and I fought to maintain my pleasant, submissive demeanor. I tried breathing through my mouth but I swore I could then taste the wafting odor making my stomach churn. Luckily for me, or unlucky depending how you look at it, the only thing I’d eaten all day was the copious amount of black men’s cum that I’d sucked out of all those hard cocks at the club so there was nothing of substance to toss up if my concentration failed me.
After removing the other boot and both socks I got to my knees and could almost swear I saw waves of foot stink wafting from Daddy’s gross black feet. His feet were sweaty and clammy to the touch as I began my chore of massaging them one at a time. Daddy sighed contentedly and began sipping the beer he’d had waiting on the table near the couch.
Once again I was shocked at the situation I now found myself in. Here I was on my knees massaging the stinking feet of this brute of a man while he lounged in comfort smiling down at me as if I were his own personal property. I worked diligently on his feet careful to massage them well, using his moans and sighs as signs of a job well done. His feet were huge and it took a long time to finish even one of them which left my poor fingers cramped and sore. Before I moved on to his other foot Daddy stopped me and commanded me to ‘fetch’ him another beer. I got up and walked to the kitchen careful to sway my hips seductively as I’d been taught. Daddy commented on my “sexy ass” and said he couldn’t wait to get his hands on it. I was so nervous and scared I almost burst out in tears at his rude comment.
I wondered, not for the first time, if it were purely the hormones making me so emotional these days or if my true submissive nature was coming forward and displaying itself in tears.
I returned with Daddy’s beer and he motioned for a kiss as I handed it to him. Burning with humiliation I leaned in and kissed him quickly on the lips before trying to pull away. Daddy grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in for a real kiss bending me at the waist. I must have looked quite the sight bent over in my school girl outfit making out with this hulking black bull. We kissed for a minute or more with his tongue exploring the inside of my mouth. I could feel the stubble of a 5 o’clock shadow on his chin which made me even more humiliated and filled with shame.
As Daddy broke our kiss he said, “Lovely. You’re a good kisser Blanca. You must really love your Daddy. Now back to work”.
I mumbled, “Yes Daddy” before returning to my knees to finish the other foot. By the time the degrading massage was over I could barely close my fingers they were so tight and sore. Daddy told me to stay on my knees as he stood up before me with his crotch directly in front of my face. “Undress me”, came the expected command and with shaking hands I reached up to unfasten his pants. I pulled Daddy’s pants down underwear and all hoping to move things along quickly but received a slap on my head and an angry, “Slow down bitch! You’ll get that cock soon enough”.
How stupid am I? In my haste I made this cruel man think I as hungry for his black cock and he was now looking at me in amusement thinking I was craving this treatment.
I slowed my pace and pulled Daddy’s pants from his legs before standing up to remove his shirt. With each layer of clothing I removed the awful stench of a working man’s day permeated the air like a thick fog. After removing his shirt Daddy stood before me naked and covered in a sheen of sweat. It was very warm in the house and Daddy had obviously not showered after work so he was a sweaty, stinking, behemoth of black flesh. Then came the words I was dreading.
“Daddy wants a nice tongue bath from his sissy girl. Start at my pits and work your way down” he said lifting his arm into the air.
I held back a gag as I leaned my face into his armpit and began licking away the days sweat. I was shaking with embarrassment and wanted to run away as far as I could but my fear kept me rooted in place licking and kissing Daddy’s rotten pit. The taste was salty and earthy and tasted exactly the way you’d expect body odor to taste. It was rancid and made my head swoon but after 10 minutes of licking I was finally tasting only skin so I knew it was time to move over to the other side. I repeated the disgusting task on the opposite pit and looked up at Daddy expectantly when I finished.
“Good girl” he said and patted me on the head like a pet dog.
Daddy smiled and turned around slowly bending at the waist to expose his puckered asshole. Resigned to my fate I slowly dropped to my knees and pried open Daddy’s ass cheeks with my manicured hands. Swamp ass is a description people use for comic effect but the reality of it is horrid. I was smelling another man’s asshole up close and personal and my new station in life slammed home again with frightening clarity. This was my life now. An ass cleaner and cocksucker. I was a comfort slut for real men.
I leaned in and pressed my face between Daddy’s cheeks and gave a tentative swipe with my tongue. I tasted sweat and the dank, sour, earthy taste of what I assumed was leftover waste. Summoning all of my reserve I began the task of cleaning Daddy’s ass with my tongue. I licked up and down in long swipes tasting every inch of the hidden valley. I cleaned as thoroughly as I could wanting my task to end quickly but I knew how a true ass cleaner should behave and without further hesitation I began probing his shit hole using my tongue to penetrate the tight passage. Daddy moaned softly as my tongue entered his dank hole and I knew my ministrations were pleasing him. Pleasing this large black bull by rimming his asshole.
I worked on Daddy’s ass for what seemed a lifetime cleaning away the days sweat and grime feeling no satisfaction in a job well done. After allowing me to worship at this unholy alter for more than 20 minutes Daddy finally pulled away and turned around. He laughed when he saw me still leaning forward my tongue out looking as if I was longing for another taste.
“That’s a good sissy Blanca. I love the way you take care of my shitter. Your tongue is so soft I may have to consider you as a replacement for toilet paper from now on”.
I shuddered at the thought of serving such a purpose, thinking how my four years of college had led me to the point where I was being considered for the permanent job of ass wiper.
“Stay on your knees and follow me” Daddy said as he began walking toward the kitchen. He sat down at the table and told me to heat up the leftover pasta in the fridge. I busied myself preparing the food my mouth salivating at the smells coming from the microwave. When the pasta was ready I brought it to the table and went to fetch two plates. Daddy stopped me with a laugh and told me he would be the only one eating pasta tonight. I was confused but did as I was told and set up a plate for Daddy then stood nervously by as he snapped his fingers and pointed under the table.
I blinked away tear of hunger, frustration and humiliation as I crawled under the table and took my place on my knees between Daddy’s legs. Moving on automatic pilot I leaned into the black man’s crotch and took his cock in my mouth. The rimjob must have had the desired effect since Daddy was already hard and filled my mouth completely.
I began the now familiar task of sucking cock, bobbing my head and slurping away at the salty, sweat covered shaft. It saddened me to think of how easily I had accepted the taste and texture of cock. I no longer balked at the flavor and my gag reflex was practically nonexistent after my time at the club today. My god, was that only today? It seemed a lifetime ago.
Daddy lasted a long time as he sat comfortably eating his dinner and seemed to time his orgasm to coincide with the end of his meal. I didn’t need to be controlled any longer so Daddy kept his hands busy with the food allowing me to bring him to the peak with only my lips and tongue. I bobbed my head faster as I felt Daddy’s balls tense up and actually savored the feeling of his silky shaft sliding along my tongue. I quickly denied any pleasure I may have been feeling and concentrated on my task. I was becoming quite adept at knowing when a man was about to cum from feeling the way his body responded and I knew I was about to get a mouthful of hot, thick cum.
When Daddy started shooting his cum he actually growled deep from his chest and the powerful spurts of thick jism filled my mouth so that I had to swallow to keep from spilling any. I swallowed 3 full mouthfuls of hot cum before Daddy finally finished and started petting my head.
“Good girl. You’re a good little sissy slut. Damn that was great. I love the combination of a good meal and a good blowjob. Really satisfies a man. Not that a sissy like you would ever know that”.
Daddy pulled himself to his feet and his cock was swinging freely between his legs. I took a second to marvel at its massive length and girth. Even soft it was still a tool to content with.
I crawled out from under the table but not having permission to stand I stayed on my knees waiting for the next command. I didn’t wait long.
“Follow me sissy” Daddy said and made his way back to the living room. He sat back on the couch and stretched out on the ottoman again. I was still on my knees as I stopped at his feet and waited like a dog would for his master’s attention.
“I want you to entertain me Blanca. Show Daddy how much you love his cock. I want to see you do a nice sexy dance for Daddy and stare at my cock the whole time like you’re trying to seduce it. Make me believe my cock is the center of your pathetic sissy world” Daddy instructed as he picked up a remote control and turned on what I’d call “stripper music” since it’s the kind of thing you always hear in a club or in a movie when the characters enter a gentlemen’s club.
I slowly got to my feet and fearing reprisal began to sway back and forth in what I hoped was a seductive way. Daddy lashed out with his right foot and caught my tiny clitty in its cage with his big toe making me wince and cry out in pain.
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