1 comments/ 36679 views/ 0 favorites Ascension By: Master_Vassago This tale starts a bit slow but stick with it, it get's much better. Thank you MV. Dimitri stood looking out the bay windows of his home, for as far as the eye could see there were no other nearby homes and his only link to the outside world was his computer. The view from here also was his own little piece of heaven, he lived on the edge of a beach and the water was clear this evening, the sunset painted golden balls of fire dancing off the waters reflection. Dimitri had retired here after many years of playing professional soccer in Italy. He had retired to the us, going back to his native Russia only once before permanently slipping from the public limelight. One day it had just become to much, he had been at the top of his game and women, fans, and all the things that surround a public figure had just become redundant. His passion for the game had dwindled as others had started demanding more money for their contributions of playing for the league dominating team. They had only lost one game in three years and the more the contracts grew the less excitement the game had held for Dimitri. Sure, he still longed to walk out onto the field and hear the roar of the crowd chanting his name. Or the familiar deafening screams of fans when he scored a goal. But the politics behind the scenes had taken its toll, so rather than be just another goal scoring, whiny, demanding player he walked away. He never wished he had the chance to change his mind and go back now, he was still revered as the greatest play Italy's premiere team had ever had. The only time he touched a ball now was for fun with Goliath, his Russian red wolf. Goliath would chase the ball down anytime he brought it out into the sand and felt like kicking the hell out of the ball for a while. But, as of late his attentions had turned elsewhere. He had long been an avid reader of all documents pertaining to BDSM and all the derivatives and lifestyles within it. It had been a long journey to find just where he fit into the lifestyle and what sect he was to choose. In the end he had decided on D/s, Dominance/submission. This area allowed the greatest freedom to involve certain kinks and free thinking amongst its members. Dimitri had always been very dominant in his life, on the field he was referred to as "The General". He had taken command of his team numerous times in the locker room at halftime when they had been behind and given a speech that would spur his teammates on. That would ignite a deep passion in them all to continue their winning streak, to preserve a national phenomenon that was their team. This is how he had started his journey to become a Master in the online world. He had sought out chatroom after chatroom without finding a mentor. Finally when he was about to give up and seek help elsewhere one night he received a private message from one Master Cathago. It simply said, "If you wish to truly learn about the lifestyle and become what it is you seek to become respond to me at once." Dimitri had and the two had discussed at length that night all the things that intrigued him and what it was he wished to learn and ascend to. Cathago had told him it wasn't an instantaneous process but one that would take months, years even to gain the knowledge and wisdom of a true Master. He also said that while Dimitri could learn and be tutored online he would never know the true power until he had been both, bottom and Top in the lifestyle. He could find all the answers he needed on the net but, he would never understand until he felt a whip lash his skin or until he held a paddle in his hand and delivered the first blow to a waiting ass. Dimitri was more than prepared to accept the Master's wisdom and tutelage. He would do whatever was asked of him and learn all the ways and knowledge this wise man would bestow upon him. Yes, indeed it had been a long process. Cathago had given Dimitri many assignments and had him write numerous essays on passages he found across the web. In the end it had taken just under a year, a year of reading, writing, and performing tasks to show he understood the inner working of this lifestyle. Finally Cathago had deemed him prepared and told him that the final step would be for Dimitri to now come for a visit to his home, he was to first learn submission and then he would be given time to work quickly up the prescribed lessons laid out before him in the flesh. Dimitri had been a bit reluctant, but also feeling the need to experience all that he had read about and learned had finally won him over. He had booked a flight to where Cathago lived and informed the Master that he would be coming to him. The first thing Dimitri had been told he would learn was true submission, when he had inquired as to why he must learn this Cathago had responded with a booming voice, "Because you insolent man, how do you expect to know what your eventual submissive is feeling when you do things to him/her if you have never experienced it yourself?" Dimitri had thought long and hard before answering, "I wouldn't if I didn't submit, Master Cathago." "Right, then what shall happen is I will first break you down and teach you submission and then one of my lil treasured subs here will be given over to your charge so that you may train as a Master as well. But this will only come when I am satisfied that you will be a true Dom and one with virtues that I hold high." Dimitri had nodded and thus it had begun. His first chores had been long days working in the sun with only a pair of shorts and chastity belt on. This had been to teach him to refuse the self indulgent pleasures of the flesh. To deny himself the ability and need to always think about his own needs. That had been a very long experience and Dimitri shuddered as he thought about it, he had been unable to touch his own cock and only unlocked and allowed to touch himself in order to use the bathroom. Humility was also taught at this time, because Cathago would stand over him as he went to the bathroom with a whip and if he so much as got an erection from touching himself while pissing he would be beaten. Thus he learned quickly to think of other things while giving in to the call of nature. The next step in his training had been one of humility as well. He had been gagged, and had a plug with fine horsehair extending from it placed in his anus. Then he had been rigged up to a plow and forced to turn over acres of land each day. While doing this Cathago or one of the other ascending trainees beneath him had walked along side Dimitri and if he paused too long he would be given sever lashes with a whip. He was being trained as a ponyboy and he had actually enjoyed this. It had given him a chance to use his muscular legs again and feel that pleasure of physically exerting himself to the point of collapse as he had in his days on the soccer fields. It was at this time he had also been trained to maintain an erection all day, at first he had suffered miserably, unable to even get an erection at first while the plug was inserted into his tight backside. But once he got over feeling gay about the experience he could achieve a slight erection for about an hour before it dwindled. When this happened he would be stopped and the Dom in the field would slap his cock with a handheld whip with tethers until his cock engorged once more. It had been a long process, until finally one day he had managed to stay hard all day without the lashes. He had loved the pain of the whippings and knew his day to dole them out instead of receiving them was coming soon. That had always been the great motivator, to never give in and go back to reclusiveness, he had to ascend, it wasn't a question of could he but, how fast he could do it now. Dimitri had lost track of time and as a month of training had passed he realized he would actually miss a little of the submissive side when the time came for him to move up to the Dom side. But it was still his goal, his greatest thing to strive for, and he had never failed at anything he set his mind too. Finally his day came a few months later, he had been out working the field, and was being whipped to spur him on when suddenly Cathago had stepped out from the manor and walked to him. As Master Cathago neared him Dimitri dropped to his knees as he had been trained and kissed the elder's feet. "Good morning to you Master." "Dimitri rise," Cathago said as he held a hand out to the young protege, "your time for ascension has come." Dimitri took the old Master's hand and stood up he was allowed to remove the horsehair anal plug that had been inserted and to walk back to the house astride the Master. His time had come, he was going to be an equal now, or at least as he understood it he was going to be on a more level field with the wiser old man. He would never be equal, perhaps years later he would secure some measure of equality with the mentor but he was basically at this moment a young Dom, the Master title would come to him after he had proven his worth through several tasks. "Go in now Dimitri and go upstairs to the floor above where you had previously stayed, your bedroom and training domicile is now at the end of the wing up there," Cathago said as he pointed up to the windows in the eastern most wing of the manor home. Dimitri was speechless for a moment, he had known this day was coming but he was torn between wanting to feel that whip sting his flesh again and the power to wield it over another. "Thank you Sir," he said with admiration. "What is the first task you have for me today, Master." "Dimitri, today you will be bathed by one of my most adored subs, she is nearly 25 years of age, younger than most I accept here but trained just as well in every aspect of this lifestyle. She has been living here for about five years now and I think you will take a shine to her. Katie is her name, and she will answer to whatever pet name you choose to give her as well. Treat her as mine though, Dimitri, for she is precious and strong willed and will report abuse instantly to me." "Cathago, Sir, I would never abuse a sub, especially one bestowed upon me by your grace." "Indeed I thought just that and it is for that reason alone I handpicked this special little one to treat you with. She is incredibly knowledgeable and will guide you in the arts of bondage with ropes and cuffs and such as well as spankings and whippings. She truly loves punishment and bondage so you should find her waiting and willing whenever you choose to begin learning the more physical aspects of your standing in my eyes now." Dimitri felt prepared to weep and he knew not why, but figured it was due to the nature which the elder spoke to him and lavished him with praise in his own subtle way. Dimitri felt ready to tackle the very art of spanking and rope play now but his rational mind decided to follow whatever lead the one called Katie decide to take him in. As he left Cathago and ascended the steps for the very first time to his new bedroom and own private wing he realized that he was becoming that which he had strove for. He was going to become a Master now and do it with a flourish that Cathago had never seen. He had to be the best, he had to seek out the best ways to punish a sub and also to learn all the workings as a Dominant, he had read but never practiced yet and he was eager to begin. Turning the doorknob to his wing he heard a soft little voice behind the door singing some song and the shuffle of feet and running water. As he entered the room Katie dropped to her knees and bowed her head to him. She scooted across the carpeted floor in his direction until she was at his feet. "A girl is honored you will be her Master for the next few months, Sir." She bent and kissed his tender feet and then waited for his command to rise before she moved an inch. Her body trembled and as he looked down at her, Dimitri saw just why Cathago seemed taken with the beauty. Her olive skin was smooth and free of blemishes from his advantage point and her ass was round and appeared bubbly but well toned. Her long cascading red hair was spiraled and little wisps of curls framed her face. Her breasts weren't huge, really not more than what he figured would be a handful but that was more than all right with him. "Stand up Katie, I wish to look you over from the front standing position now." Katie instead looked up at Dimitri and opened her mouth to make a suggestion. "Sir, while I am at your every command I would like to suggest a better position, one more fitting of my submission. While we are not practicing Gorean methods here I do have knowledge of submissive positioning from that sect. I think that some of those positions are far more fitting and the use of the words to deem what pose you would like me in excites me. Let me explain a few if you would Sir." "Yes, Katie show me the positions and tell me their names dear." Katie went through all the positions she could remember right then, the Gorean, Bara, Ko-Lar, Karta, Suga, Sula, and finally Sula-ki. These were all her favorites and she went through the others that she knew but brought back the original ones because those seemed more passionate and preparatory for servitude and submissiveness in her eyes. "Well, Katie, I will have to have you go through them all again in a bit so that I may write them down and commit them to memory but I must say you are a splendid little sub and come highly recommended by Master Cathago." "A girl thanks you Sir," she replied with a smile. "Now little one let's say I go take a bath and you bathe me, to start off with at least." Katie's emerald eyes lit up, she loved to be useful and liked how this Master was gentle and polite and undemanding like her own master was. She had encountered a few rougher ones over the years she had stayed here but Cathago had quickly reprimanded them and removed her from their abuse. They had also been escorted off the premises. Katie escorted Dimitri to the bathroom leading the way on her hands and knees, she made sure to just her cute ass in his direction as she crossed the room. Dimitri's eyes were locked on her ass and her inviting pussy from his viewpoint. He couldn't help but want to slide his cock deep inside the red haired sub. It had been too long since he had been allowed to stroke himself or even allowed to achieve release by other means. Sometimes the whipping in the field had been enough for him to explode but lately he had been taken to the brink time and time again only to be halted and teased some more later. Katie knew her feminine attributes would eventually get to Dimitri this afternoon, and Cathago had assured her that she was to pleasure this ascending Master as she would Cathago himself. She knew that Dimitri was being groomed to be the next Master of Cathago's great order. Through all the others that had been trained no one had been taken along the path that Dimitri was being guided. Surely this was a sign that the elder was preparing to turn over the reigns. Katie ran the bath water for Dimitri and then smiled up at him, "Dimitri, Sir, how would you like me to address you, Sir." "How did Master Cathago tell you to address me little one?" "Sir, he explained that I should show you the deepest respect and devotion, that I should also treat you as I do him. I will call you anything you like Sir." "Upon careful consideration Katie, I think Sir, or Dimitri would be best for now, I am not your master and wouldn't think of having you refer to me as such." Katie's eyes widened in admiration, Cathago had said he expected this would be Dimitri's response when the subject was broached and if it was then he was more in tune with the training and workings of the lifestyle than even Cathago had imagined. She was overwhelmed at the thought of how right her Master was and the deep level of understandings that Dimitri possessed. "Well, Dimitri, Sir, I think you have chosen splendidly." With that she stood and with her head bowed reached out a hand to help guide Dimitri into the bathtub. Stepping into the warm water he felt enormous amounts of tension slip from his body. He hadn't realized the toll all the working in the fields and sexual gratification depravation had amounted inside his body. His muscles slowly relaxed and Katie slipped into the tub behind him and wrapped her legs around his waist. Dimitri could feel her hairless little sex pressed against the small of his back and it brought his cock bobbing immediately out of the water but he had other uses planned for her at them moment. "Katie, lil one, I desperately am in need of a deep thorough massage." "It would be my pleasure Sir, a girl loves to give massages." Her tiny hands went up first to Dimitri's shoulders and then she started the long process of massaging each and every inch of his back. It had been nearly 45 minutes that they had been immersed in the water and still as she bathed Dimitri, Katie wasn't quite prepared to leave the water. Finally though as they both started to prune Dimitri told her to get out and fetch a towel for each of them. She had bathed and rinsed him off at this point and now it was his prick that was begging for attention. He needed to submerse his fleshy rod deep inside her moist center and feel bonded with a lovely girl, one who was submissive as well. As they stood near the bed and Katie towel off Dimitri, she was careful to dry around his member she wanted him to guide her attention there even though her eyes had not been able to stray from his cock yet, even flaccid it was large a bit bigger than average but nothing monstrously huge. He seemed confident thus far and wasn't about to rush the progression between them she noted. "Sir, what would you have me do now," she asked from lowered lashes. "I believe I am ready to work on some areas of bondage Katie, I do have a penchant for spanking but I wish to wait until that need courses through me to turn you over my knee, know that it is already great though." "Well, Sir, I do not know all the names for different types of bondage in rope play but I can help you Sir." As quickly as she had spoken Dimitri was treated to Katie's cute nude backside running across the room and opening a trunk that contained layers upon layers of silk scarves, she grabbed a handful and raced back to Dimitri. "Sir," she said with her emerald eyes shining, "these happen to be my very favorite scarves and I think you will find them useful, also they don't leave marks, not that this is a problem here but I prefer only certain areas of my body to have the telltale markings of the lifestyle upon them." "Very good indeed Katie, now go and open the toy chest with feathers and toys as well and we will begin." Katie once again raced to across the room opening another trunk and then returned to Dimitri's side. "What would you have me do now Sir," she asked seductively as she ran a finger up his chest. "Lie back on the bed dear lil one, I need to practice securing your wrists to the bed for starters." "Yes, Dimitri, Sir." She crawled onto the bed with her ass jutting back in his direction as she sauntered up to the head board and flipped over laying her arms above her head and near the posts on the headboard. Dimitri slid up next to her and looped one end of the silk scarf around her wrist, he knotted it and then looped it around the post in the headboard. He instructed her to tug and see if she could pull her hand free and when she couldn't he was extremely pleased. "Very nicely done, Sir." "Thank you emerald eyes." Dimitri quickly worked on the other wrist and then had her try again to pull herself free, he had managed to secure both wrists deftly on the first attempt and now he was eager to move on to her ankles. Within ten minutes she was tied spread eagled to the bed and her wrists bound above her head. She was already horny and he knew this. He could smell the sweet arousal of her pussy filling his nostrils as he leaned over her thighs. Ascension She was a redhead. Pale, with a dusting of light freckles over the top of her chest and, to match her Gaelic blood, vibrantly bright green eyes. Her eyes were narrowed to slits and her full lips moved with the rising and falling rhythms of Aramaic. In the points of the circled pentagram carved into the basalt floor of this room, stood long beeswax tapers. Wax dripped down their long, smooth sides and puddled around the base. Melinda kept chanting. She was alone, though two silent, malevolent sentinels stood outside the room's only door. They could hear nothing of what happened inside, as a warm wind caught the flames of the candles and they began to twist counter-clockwise, melding together in a way that defied all terrestrial physics, blurring together into a glowing ring that grew in intensity until its light banished the darkness from every corner of the room. The basalt floor became warmer, and the candles melted to flow along the grooves cut deeply into the stone. The wax turned black, and the room grew pitch black. Goosebumps rose over Melinda's nude flesh, from the arch of her feet to her neck, and the book she had been reading from suddenly became too heavy to hold. It fell to the floor without a sound, spine-first, and snapped shut. Then it disappeared, and the pentagram was suddenly glowing bright, suffusing the room with a deep red light and Melinda shook with excitement: She had done it. There was no mist, nothing so dramatic as a blurring between the points of the pentagram. Her pale nipples hardened and a ghostly touch, slightly warmer than her own skin, drifted over her shaven mound before traveling over her hip. She swore she could feel three distinct fingertips as the touch caressed her mons, then a fourth fingertip as it traveled over her hip. She felt warm breath cascading down over her neck and it was so warm that she felt it travel down the perfectly smooth, lean arch of her back to her well rounded, high, muscled rear. She tensed involuntarily, and murmured "Thank you," and she was proud, because she had done what she had been trying to since she first found herself in possession of that Aramaic tome. Then the touch left her. She would have despaired, had he not appeared without warning before her. A lean, hard face with eyes of such a deep brown they were almost black, over a straight nose and between slightly pointed ears. Black hair, this also lightly covering thick pectoral muscles that joined with broadly muscled shoulders, and a thin trail of hair over an unnaturally flat stomach. He moved slightly, taking a step towards her, and she saw the muscle ripple and as her green eyes met his she felt herself stiffen unnaturally. He was a foot away now, arms relaxed by his sides, and she knew she had to break her gaze, look elsewheres, but she could not. Her head tipped back to keep staring at him, her hair cascaded back over her shoulders and hung just shy of her ass. The ass that had complimented her traditional Irish beauty and drawn so many to her, all to be rejected. For this. She wanted to look down, but until his eyes dropped to examine her body she could not - it was not that she wouldn't, it was not that she was so entranced by those dark eyes that she couldn't, it was that her neck refused to respond. Her eyes refused to move elsewheres. She was paralyzed. Melinda was supple, lean, with full hips, small, pert breasts with pale dime-sized nipples. Her legs were cleanly lined, long, her stomach flat and toned with two small ridges of muscle. He bent slightly, examining the freckles brushed across the top of her chest, and she felt his breath again, moist and warm, drifting over her skin. She knew it then, knew that she had achieved her goal. She looked down over his body, the essence of masculinity, virility, without an ounce of fat marring his perfection. Between his legs hung a large, thick phallus, veined and perfect, flaccid but still firm, surrounded by slightly curled black hair, his testicles hanging low and large underneath. She felt that she was in control of herself again and reached to touch him. Here, on this basalt floor, he was in his domain. He did not need an invitation from Melinda to move beyond this pentagram. She had carved one into the concrete of her basement floor at home, practiced until she had summoned increasingly powerful demons, banishing them all after proving to herself that she could do it. She had heard a rumor about this place, this building whose front housed the Slaughterhouse Club, where deep bass beats overflowed and red light pretended to aspire to the atmosphere of this room. Where feeble, prideful and unmindful humans played at this. And after interviewing the floor boss, she had been invited into the imposing marble corridor behind the club, had been allowed to wander its length until she came to this door, pushed it open, and saw what she wanted. This basalt floor, where the demons she would summon did not need her permission to leave the pentagram scribed deep into the floor. Melinda craved this. Needed there to be no restriction on the one she would summon next; Belial. Before her hand could cross the few inches of space between them, his hands were on her hips. Firm, dangerously powerful. She delighted in this, smiled wolfishly. Belial smiled back thinly, and to her eyes this sight was perfect. Her eyes were wide now, bright green, reflecting the clean red light. She focused singlemindedly on one sentence, one sentence that could be translated into English only as Make me yours. He didn't need to speak. I will. She smiled wider, felt those hands lift her off her feet, the thick muscle of his chest and back easily taking her weight. She crossed her legs behind his back, feeling the perfection of his skin on hers and shuddering in anticipation. For any mortal she was an inspiring beauty, sexy beyond earthly imagining. Any human male would have been achingly hard for her in moments. Belial had seen better. With elemental magic he filled the small spaces between their skin with a formless warmth that soaked into her skin and aroused her unimaginably, she grew damp. Then wet, more excited than she had ever been in her life. His perfect shaft was hard for her now, more elemental magic guiding the perfectly formed head to her labia. Her hands rested on the broad muscles of his chest, her eyes again locked with hers. Please. I've waited so long. I know. He lowered her with delicious slowness, giving her what she had not allowed herself to experience until now. Though she could not know it then - she would with time - it was incredible, beyond what a mortal could have given her. She slid down, and there was no pause as her virginity gave way, her blood mixing with her excitement and coating him as she was parted for the first time, stretched around his thickness, penetrated deeply, until her cervix brushed the tip and yet there was more, and she longed for it. Thank you, thank you, oh Master: Make me yours. Another two inches slid inside her easily, inexorably, and her cervix parted around the head. She took him more deeply than any mortal woman should, but that was no problem. She was no longer mortal. She was succubi, one of Belial's, and with sudden power over lesser succubi and, for that matter, lesser demons. She gave him the purity of her spirit and Belial saw into her soul, knew she could be trusted, and instinctively Melinda knew she was his favoured one. Her lips parted to release a small pleasured cry, and no sound emerged. His hands brought her lower, and then she had taken his full length and her clitoris touched his pubis. Her nerve endings reverberated, responding to this new sensation of being filled, the gentle lubricated friction of her clitoris on his skin, made slightly rough with the black hairs crushed between their bodies. She was so close, and now she needed this release. Belial lifted her until his length had almost completely withdrawn from her. She clenched herself around him, holding the head inside. No! Please. Don't. He watched her dispassionately, saw the sudden longing in her eyes, the glow behind her irises becoming ever more apparent as her transformation into one of his succubi continued, and then he lowered her again, filling her completely once more. The force of her orgasm snatched away her consciousness, slamming against every nanometer of her nerve endings. She was throbbing against his unyielding hardness and her body was pleasuring him better than any mortal woman could hope to achieve. She regained consciousness thirty seconds later, as the last of the first series of aftershocks passed, just in time for the second series to hit her. Then she was able to cry out, a single pure note of ecstasy and her eyes were glowing now, suffused with the kind of magic the Celtic druids had always acknowledged. Belial smiled at her again and she knew beyond any doubt her place in his coterie. She came again, almost blacking out once more. Then a whirling sensation, disorientating and lasting but a second, and all the more disorienting for its brevity. She was somewheres else now. Melinda did not care where, as she was still with him, still had Belial's length pressed inside her, was still spread delightfully around him. Experimentally, she moved. She felt her nerves tingle, all of them, as if molten copper had poured into her system and was thrumming with orgasmic energy. She ground her clitoris against him hungrily, feeling him move, inside her as those incredibly formed muscles - nothing so pompous as the kind of muscle a bodybuilder developed, but instead the lean and purpose-hardened muscle of a warrior - moved her along his cock. She was screaming now, her ecstatic joy echoing off the chamber's walls, and she lost count of her orgasms. As she had lay in her bed every twilight, and some dawns, she had never known herself to be multiorgasmic. This was something else, and she thought it was Belial's doing. Then she could take no more, an hour later. Master. Thank you. He was still smiling. You're welcome, Melinda. He lifted her from him and she didn't feel hollow, as if she was missing something, as her sex adjusted itself instantly back to something akin to her virginal tightness. He set her down on unsteady feet, and she knelt as she remembered what must come next. She took the base of his member in her hand, steadying herself with her free hand on her hip, and she began underneath, licking slowly to the tip, taking up her moisture and the residue of her maiden's blood, swallowing after every pass she made. She looked up at him, staring into his eyes, as she finished cleaning him. She sat back on her haunches, waiting. He took her by the shoulders, raised her to her feet, and lifted her, those powerful hands suddenly underneath her arms and taking her weight on her shoulders. She found herself laying back on a canopied bed and then she felt Belial's shaft enter her again. He rode her to his completion, her orgasms building up to one mind-breakingly powerful one that sent her spinning off into a senseless bliss in which she perceived nothing but the unadulterated pleasure her body gave her and the sense of Belial's shaft throbbing inside her, filling her with what she, in her state of incredible self-awareness, felt as a distinct liquid heat. Belial rose from her and she admired his body as he admired hers, her muscles quivering with the aftershocks. Her sex tightened again and spilled not a drop of the gift her long sought-after master had given her. She was thankful. Melinda stretched out on the bed in his personal chambers and fell quickly into sleep. Belial disappeared as suddenly as he had appeared before Melinda. On the floor of Slaughterhouse Club, the floor boss sent one of his lads to check on Miss Matthews, who had quite rightly drawn attention with her lithe, nubile form and natural good looks. And of course, her black halter-topped dress. This 'lad' was one of the three minor demons that hunted at Slaughterhouse, picking the choicest nubile females for their lord's enjoyment. He was dressed in immaculately shined shoes, a black dress shirt underneath his waistcoat, and had one hand nonchalantly resting in the pocket of his slacks. With his Saxon good looks attracting the glance of the few girls he passed, he made his way to her side. He began directly, with a smile. "Enjoying yourself, miss?" Ascension of a Black Dom She didn't expect it to happen like this. She had had sex with black guys before. She had liked it, but not anymore than with white guys. Their cocks were bigger, but that one guy, that was packing a foot-long cock was a bit too much, even for her. But this guy was different. He was black, but his blackness was like an armor that he wore, it defined part of his life. A big part. And his cock.... -------------------------------- (hers) She met him at a club where, as it turns out, he was the featured act on stage that night. His voice was powerful. Notes he would hit would send vibrations straight down from the top of her head, quivering her spine and tingling her pussy lips. At the height of his performance, he let out a yell that was magnificent in its emotion, speaking of loss, pain, and redemption. She had to meet him. He bounded off stage, covered in sweat. Dripping, in fact. The shine of his sweat, enhanced by the darkness of his skin set off another small chain reaction in her body, making the lips of her pussy moisten slightly as she thought about what might be under the black jeans he wore. He was kind to the people who drifted up to say "Good job, man!", shaking hands and cracking a joke or two. After he had made his way to the bar, she came up just in time to hear him say "Two snakebites, please." He turned, and in that instant, caught her eye. "Why did you order two drinks?" She said. She could tell he was looking her up and down, knowing he was mentally taking off the baggy skater's jeans and racing jacket she wore. "So I could have one to give you." He said with a slightly devilish smile. He handed over the drink, the pint glass dripping with condensation. "Hi, my name is..." "Yeah, yeah, I know what your name is. It's only on the poster out side." "Wait, wait...I know you. Didn't your uncle work out at that big electronics store? You came in looking for Mos Def cd's, right?" He met so many people being a "rock star", sometimes everyone looked familiar. "Yeah, you used to work there, right?" He took in her small, fairskinned appearance. She was so light, and her hair so blonde, he hadn't thought that she would have even known what hip-hop was. "Yeah, but I fucking hate retail. That will be the last job I work selling people something." He took a swallow of his beer. "Unless it's my own music." There was something about him, she decided. Something in the way he carried himself. If he was walking to the other side of the room, no one seemed to get in his way. It was as if the people simply parted for him. He had a commanding presence, and she found it riveting. So riveting, in fact, that before she knew it, he was back on stage wishing everyone a good evening and safe travels and the lights in the club were coming on, effectively removing everyone's beer goggles. She lingered over her last beer, watching him pack up, noting how the pants he was wearing stretched tightly over his ass when he bent over. "You still here?" he said, pushing a (rather small, she thought) wad of bills into his pocket. "I'm still here." She smiled again. "Well, that entitles you to a meal on me. I can tell you stories about how stupid your uncle was on the job." "Shit," she said, sliding off the barstool. "If you told me he did something smart, that would be impressive." ----------------------------------------------------- All-night diners all pretty much look the same, but this one was at least attempting to stay away from that Hopperesque "Nighthawks" look. Bright lighting and a cheery waitress helped dispel the quiet desperation prevalent in such places. They ordered coffee and sandwiches, and lit cigarettes as they waited for the food. "So, did you see that woman in the way too short skirt dancing like she was on fire? Oh my..." He chuckled at the memory. "I know!" she said exhaling a giggle of her own with her plume of smoke. "Her pussy was right there, for everyone to see. Fucking beefbowl..." He ground out his smoke and laughed harder. "Beefbowl? Now that's just nasty." "No, seriously! It looked like the Tuesday special at Mi Fong Garden. I wanted to order the fried rice." He was out of his chair now, whooping with laughter. He regained his seat, wiped the tears from his eyes, and lit another cigarette. "So, you wanted to order the fried rice...Does that mean...?" She looked at him, her eyebrow arching. "Does that mean what? Would I lick her pussy? Yeah, I mean it's not like she wasn't hot." He couldn't believe it. "You mean, you're gay?" "No." She chuckled "I get that a lot. I think its cause I don't like to be a girly-girl everyday. I like to wear what's comfortable, and sometimes it makes me look butch. I definitely love the cock. I'm not gay. I just like to check out the other side every once in a while. My tastes are a little more..." She paused thoughtfully. "...specialized." The waitress arrived with plates. They were silent while their immediate hunger was satisfied. He picked up the second half of his sandwich and said "Specialized how?" She said "Hmmm?", her mouth full of ham and cheese. "You said your tastes are more specialized. How? Is it as position thing, a place thing? Do you need a cattle prod to get off?" She giggled, almost choked on her coffee, cleared her throat and said, "Well... I don't really know if I should tell you this..." She stopped. Could she tell him that she loved being dominated, loved having her face shoved into a pillow or having her hair pulled while a big cock was fucking her from behind? Could she tell him that she loved, almost more than anything, a stinging slap on her ass at the point of orgasm? These things were much more accepted now, in 2005, than they were years ago. But some men had problems with it. They couldn't separate from the admonishment of youth that hitting women was bad. But they don't understand... "I'm a submissive." "Really!" Genuine surprise filled his face "like, as in dominant/submissive? Leather harnesses and ball gags and all that stuff? Man, I usually don't dig people like that. You know, cats standing around the grocery store in a leather trench with studs, telling his girl to bark like a dog so he can feel like a big man. Bullshit. Arrogant assholes. I do like what the women wear, though. I used to go to goth night to see all of the girls in their skintight PVC." "No, no." she said, wiping her mouth with a napkin and waving her hands to say time out. "Some people like the costumes and all that jazz, and I do like the feeling certain outfits give me. But what most people miss is that in these situations, the person on the receiving end is in control. I have a busy life. I like giving up that control in bed. I once had a...partner down near St. Louis. He loved to cane me. I met him when I was a little too young though..." She drifted off. " But, there's nothing like it. Sometimes the endorphins get so strong, it's like smoking the best weed ever. The heat of my ass when he would hit me..." She would have to stop soon. She was getting aroused and she knew that when that happened, there were only two options. Good hard cock now, right now, or a two hour jill-off while she watched disc one of The Fashionistas. She lit a cigarette. "Still, the point is, I decide how far I want to go. You can do all that wild shit to me, but if I say the safe word, it all stops." She thought that she might let him do all that wild shit, if he did it right. He contemplated this while smoking. The check arrived and he paid, leaving a decent tip, which pleased her. She hated cheapskates. Their stinginess almost always crossed over into the bedroom. He remained contemplative until they were on the way back to her car when he said, "So do you discuss this kind of thing?" "Hell yes!" She looked a little ticked that anyone would think otherwise. "If you don't you're looking at a world of hurt. I went all the way to St. Louis, man. That's six hours away. No one knew I was going and I was going to get my ass beaten. He could have killed me, and then I'd be a face on the damned milk carton. And we had discussed it intently. But I couldn't do it any more. It's too far away, and he had a girlfriend..." She changed the subject. "Can I get a CD from you?" "Sure. Just follow me back to my place, and I'll get you one." ------------------------------------------------ After she had followed him home to his second floor walk-up, and helped him unload his equipment, he took the money for the CD, and she pulled a joint out of her pocket and offered him a drag. "I don't know if this is a good idea. I get really horny when I get stoned." he said after exhaling a huge cloud of sweet smoke at the ceiling fan. "Why wouldn't it be?" she said before taking a hit, the tip of the joint burning hotly. "I might start talking about sex again and then I'd invariably try to get you into bed, and you would slap me, and leave, and I would lose all of the respect that I've spent the last few hours trying to build." He accepted the marijuana cigarette and puffed prodigiously. She appeared thoughtful, and then without warning, whipped off her T-shirt, and unhooked her bra. "This should alleviate any doubts you might have about this being a good thing." He smiled, and handed back the joint. She took another mighty toke, then roached it, setting it in his glass ashtray. "For later," she said, unzipping her fly and pulling her jeans off. "Right now, you're wearing too many clothes." He rapidly disrobed, and soon they were on the bed, her mouth wrapped wetly around his, she pulled back for a second and said "Take me." He wasted no time as he picked her up and threw her back on the bed. The shock of this forced her to gasp as her pushed her legs apart roughly and began to tongue her fat, swollen pussy. He held her legs together, straight up, as he swabbed her cleft with his tongue, clit to ass, until she came, making his face wet with her juices. He smacked her ass hard, leaving a red handprint. Sitting up, he commanded her, "Suck my cock." She obeyed, grabbing his hot cock with her hand. It wouldn't really fit all the way around it, but thickness was not surprising. What really drove her around the bend (so to speak) was the gentle curve of his cock, and the way it fit right down her throat. She wanted to stay on his dick all night, but after giving him her mouth for what seemed like hours but was maybe ten minutes, he pushed her head off of his cock, and, grabbing her ankles, yanked her legs apart and shoved his cock inside her sopping pussy, all the way to the hilt. She couldn't see for a moment. Her whole being was occupied with the big black cock. When she finally returned to herself, the smacking sound she heard was her hips banging into his as he tried to bury his whole body, it seemed, in her pussy. He pinched her nipples (they were pierced-along with her ears-it was her only obvious sign that she was in the lifestyle) and drove his cock into her harder, wanting to drive her through the bed. He didn't succeed, but her screams and panting told him that he had succeeded at something else. Her lower abdomen felt like a contained wet explosion. She came so hard, her pussy squeezed his cock like a fist. It was a good thing, too. Because, as her umpteenth orgasm subsided, he pulled out with a muted roar, and shot a stream of cum all over her compact tits. Two blasts followed the first, and he sagged, momentarily listing left as his leg twitched, then recovered. Hopping off the bed, he grabbed a fluffy blue bath towel, and wiped her clean. -------------------------------------------- (his) They made love until he couldn't get it up any more that early morning, and he said "Whew! Your pussy is so good, so tasty... Hey... Can I talk to you?" She sat up in bed, letting the sheet fall from her breasts. He liked that. He was glad she was comfortable with her body. It wasn't supermodel quality or anything, but she had a nice round little ass and her breasts were small, with nice fat little nipples that got hard if he touched the ring with its hematite gem. Her shaved pussy was lovely. He had loved letting his tongue explore every crevice of her sex, enjoyed spreading her lips with his fingers to lick her tasty juices from inside. Her thighs and ass were toned, but just chunky enough to get a handle on. The curve of her ass was made to fit his slapping, smacking hand. She had a slight belly (which was the only part she was a little self-conscious about) but he thought it was sexy. Hell, he'd been letting himself go, had a small potbelly of his own that he convinced others was muscle because of singing so much, but he knew it was beer and laziness. Blond hair and mystic eyes, like the song, but the eyes always had that fuck-me thing in them. That animalistic vibe, that "I'll do anything" gaze. He thought about what he was about to say, then said "Look at me." "I am looking at you, you dork." she said. "No. Look into my eyes." As she looked, he could see the change settle in her. He projected hunger, the naked kind that could eat raw meat. She seemed to understand that a change was taking place. Her countenance slid from her normal, proud, aware self into one not unlike a geisha. Pleasant and willing, with a hint of mischief. The words were out of his mouth before he could stop himself. "I want you to be my black cock slut." She smiled. "I mean-" He stopped. "Out with it!" she said. "You've got to be more forceful than that." "No I mean, look. This is a thing, you know? Like, this is stuff that I've always wanted to do. I'm a black guy, right? But I don't act like most people expect black folks to act. You know, I went to college and had good parents, and to talk a certain way was not cool, you know? Kind of like not having respect for what you were. So, I never talked like the brothers in the 'hood, you know? I don't say nigga this and nigga that. But there is a part of me..." He paused. "I believe in racial harmony, but I also know how much fun it is to be black. There are some things I think that white folks in general will never understand about being black. Same as I'll never understand certain joys and sorrows that a woman goes through, or a Jewish person. " "Damn straight you have no idea what it's like to be a woman," she said. "You're a big, black man. You walk down the street and people are afraid of you." "I just conceded that, Miss Thing. Can I finish?" She laughed and said "Go on." "Well, I'd kind of like to forget what I know sometimes and call a white girl a white slut who should fuck a real man. Maybe it means that I'm sick in the head or that I hate myself or something. But I don't know. It's like letting go in a weird way. Being free to be that big, black, scary nigger, with his shirt off, oiled and glistening, making some unsuspecting white woman his bitch. Not afraid to slap her and tell her that she only exists to please him and his black cock." She rolled over on the bed and grabbed cigarettes, lit two, and handed one to him. "So that's what you want to do with me?" He hesitated. It was as far as he'd ever gone with someone. But if she was willing, it could be a lot of fun, and maybe exercise some demons that he had. "Yes," he finally said. "I want to make you kneel before the cock." He paused, and just let it rip. "I want you to do anything I say, not because you want to, but because I tell you to. I want to spank your ass as punishment for wanting this black cock. I want you to withstand the tortures that I put you through, just so you can have this between your legs and in your mouth. I want you to be permanently wet for me. I want you to want me because I am that big, black, scary nigger who'd just as soon slap you as rape you, and you are a tiny, little scared white girl, knowing that I'm what your fucking mother warned you about." He smiled. "Kind of silly, huh?" "No, you've got to be kidding. I've heard much sillier." She smiled. "But I haven't heard anything as hot. You got me. Here," she said, taking his hand and leading it to her crotch. "See how wet I am? What you said did that. Now all I can think about is having you behind me, smacking my ass and calling me a black cock slut while you fuck the living shit out of me. What are you doing on Friday?" "Actually, I don't have any gigs this weekend. I'm off. How about you?" "I'm free, as well. Do you want to get together?" "Sure. What do you want to do?" "I thought, " she said, and the little subbie smile reappeared , " you were going to tell me what we're going to do." He smiled, and looked extremely uncomfortable for a second. He got off the bed and looked at the gathering sunshine. It must have been pushing six a.m. and he had appointments this afternoon. But if this is what he had to look forward to... He turned back to the bed, and she sat looking at him, an uncertain gaze on her face. Abruptly, he went to the bed, turned her over and pulled her hair. "Listen, you little white cunt. I think you might be what this god is looking for. But you ain't proven that by a long shot." His speech patterns were changing from liberal arts to South Side Chicago. The sloughing of his everyday persona was beginning. "You've got to do some things for me, 'ho. You got that? You got to serve this royalty!" He smacked her ass, not as hard as he could , but hard enough to show he meant business, er, bidness. She gasped at the feel of his hand, and became extremely aroused, her naked cheek still stinging. "What do you want me to do?" she breathed. "Uh-uh, bitch. You got ta show respect." He smacked her naked ass again, harder. "I'm everything to you now. I'm..." He paused and slipped out of character, appearing thoughtful. Then, the smile returned, wicked as hell. "I'm yo' fuckin' daddy now, bitch. Ask me again, ask me right." This time the room echoed with the sound of the stinging slap as his hand flashed across her cheek again, causing her to almost leap off the bed, if it weren't for the hold he had on her hair. When she could speak, she whispered "What do you want me to do, Daddy?" "I can't hear you, slut. What?" She said in a normal tone of voice, "What do you want me to do, Daddy?" He had actually had a plan for years, what he would do in this situation. He wanted to be as rough as he wanted with her, but he wanted to make sure she knew that he would never hurt her, never pass her around to his friends, never gloat about their time together. But He could tell her all of that on Friday. Instead he said, "Listen here, bitch. I want you to get me a quarter bag of weed and roll me a big-ass blunt. Not any of that brown bullshit either. Good fuckin' chronic, you hear? I want you to bring the weed and the blunt over here Friday night. You also need to get a forty for me. You also need to wear somethin' good underneath them fuckin' boy-clothes you wear. I mean a fuckin' thong so I can see your fuckin' ass any muhfuckin' time I want to. I don't care what you wear up top, it's fuckin' comin' off anyway. You got it so far, white girl?" "Y-yes, Daddy." "You're gonna strip for me, and you're gonna roll that blunt for me in your fuckin' thong with your tits out so I can pinch 'em and suck on 'em whenever I want. It better be a good blunt, too. Then I'm gonna light it, and while I get fuckin' faded, I want you on my cock. Suck it, lick the fuckin' balls 'til I fuckin' come on your face. You ever tasted black cum, bitch?" She said, "Yes, Daddy." Just like that, his hand flashed over her backside again, twice. "You fuckin' white suburban black cock slut! You want black cock all the time don't you? Well, forget those other weak-ass wanksters. I'm all the black cock you need. You got your fuckin' orders. Get dressed and get the fuck out so I can get some sleep. Friday at two in the afternoon, your ass is mine." Ascension of a Black Dom She said , "Yes, Daddy." Bounced right up, put on her clothes and was almost out the door, when he said "Hey!". She turned. He winked, and became himself again. "See you Friday." She smiled, and left. --------------------------------------------------------- (hers) She almost couldn't believe it. She crossed the threshold of the door to her house, and was still high on memories of last night and visions of the weekend when her mother interrupted her reverie. "Where have you been?" "I'm sorry, my phone died, otherwise I would have called. Alkie had some folks over and I crashed there." "Were you drunk?" No, Mother, I was high as hell and full of black cock... "No, Mom, I was just tired and Justin and Alkie had a fight and it's all just too much for me to deal with, so have a good day at work and I'll talk to you tonight, OK?" Her mother looked at her, and appeared to let something go inside herself, smiled and said, "OK, honey, I trust you. Dinner tonight?" "Sure. I gotta go in at eleven, but yeah." "OK. See ya." Her mother started her car, and pulled out of the garage. She pressed the garage door closer, and descended the stairs to her basement lair. She was naked by the time she got to the bed, and collapsed underneath the blankets, the cats pawing at her to play, finally giving up and snuggling in, lazy bastards. Try as she might, she couldn't get the thoughts of his black penis and his firm hands out of her mind. Despite being fucked for the better part of three hours, she thought that one final orgasm might put her out. So, with the vision of his smooth black cock highlighted against her pink pussy, her fingers slipped down between her legs and began to stroke the slightly sore lips of her pussy. The cats seemed not to notice. Good, she thought. Cute little fuckers would try and join in. Her fingers became busier as she thought of how he made her call him daddy. His huge hands all over her, his huge cock buried inside her. She couldn't believe her luck. She had known him years ago, thought him cute, but never thought it would ever happen. Now, she thought as her ministrations peaked, and the bedclothes became damp beneath her, he was mine. For how long, she didn't care. Friday would be enough. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Friday (hers) She awoke with a start, the buzzing in the pit of her stomach working better than any alarm clock. Her alarm was set so she would wake up with the gentle sounds of that jazzy club music he gave her. She could hear her mother bustling around upstairs. She was happy that her mom had chosen this week to drive out east to visit her sister and her kids. She would be leaving soon, and then she could get to work, getting the things he had asked for. There was a knock at the door. "Yes?" The door opened. "I'm leaving now. There's a casserole for tonight, some frozen stuff for lunch, and I left a couple of pizzas in the freezer if Alkie comes over. No more than four people are in this house while I'm gone, OK? C'mon, give mom a hug." She bounded out of bed, and gave her mother a real hug, and said "Mom, have a safe trip, and I'll miss you. Tell Aunt Sarah I said Hi." "OK, hon, I'll see you next week, I love you." With a kiss on the cheek, she was gone. She stood and stretched, padded into the bathroom. After splashing some water on her face, she stepped into the shower and turned it on. She had been thinking about this day off and on for the last week, but it wasn't until her mother left that she let herself change into an incorrigible slut, a goddamn nympho. All she wanted was the cock, and she damn well would get it , no matter what she had to do. The thought of his black, curved cock flashed across his mind and she instinctively pushed a soapy hand down to her clit and began to rub herself. The thought of her kneeling at her black cock master's side was going to be her undoing. As she relived the passion of a week ago, both of her hands went to work on her pussy, the slick surface becoming even slicker. She grabbed her right nipple and squeezed as she plunged two fingers into her snatch. Her orgasm had her throwing the water off in sheets. With the tremors still subsiding , she turned the water on warmer, and washed vigorously, shaving her legs and pussy and washing her hair. She liked her pussy shaved. She liked the way it felt against her underwear when she wore it, and didn't want any hair to be in the way when she got someone to give her head. After exiting the shower, she moisturized her whole body, paying special attention to trimming her nails. After one last check for some non-existent pussy funk, she laid out the underwear he had requested. He had left the color up to her, but he said a thong, so she laid out three of them, looked at them for awhile, and decided that the best one was in fact the one she had paid the least money for. She put it and a bra where the cats couldn't get to them, and a thought struck her. She figured out a way to show her black man that she was indeed a white bitch who deserved black cock. She yanked on some cotton panties and a bra (She hated them. Being blessed with small breasts made wearing bras uncomfortable, and occasionally irrelevant, but when going out to shop, she didn't want to draw any attention) and made a list in unusually small handwriting: Ascension of a Black Dom "Bitch!" He sprang off of the couch, and delivered a stinging blow to her buttocks that made her spasm. "I don't care if you can't, white cunt, I don't want to hear your mouth. The only time you open your mouth is when I ask you something, or when I want to put my cock in your mouth." He smacked her again harder on the ass, which was already beginning to redden. "Now roll me that blunt, cocksucker." "Yes ,Daddy." She said, and began to fill the cigar with weed again, rolling it expertly, and licking it all over. The fact that it was brown kicked her over to his cock again. She presented it to him. "Here's your smoke, Daddy." "That's a good little bitch. Light it for me, but don't inhale. That's my weed now bitch. You gotta earn a puff of that shit." He took the cigar, and shoved it into the corner of his mouth. He used a remote control to turn the music up. "You were going to suck my cock to prove that you deserved it inside you, but now I think you need to dance for this weed. You need to show me your ass, and your tits and make it look sexy for Daddy. I want some entertainment while I get high. If you dance good, you get this cock in your mouth." He let the beat take over and sneered, "Dance ,I said!" She was an inexpert dancer, but didn't let it bother her as she gyrated to the computer beat of the music, her hips shaking, cupping her tits at him, and licking her lips. She spun, and bending over, began to back her ass up . "Bring it here," he urged "Put your ass on my face, bitch. I want to smell that white pussy, make sure it's clean. How many black cocks did you suck today, cunt?" With his nose nestled between her cheeks, she decided to play. "Seven cocks, Daddy. Only one was black. He was from Jamaica, and he had a huge coc-" He silenced her with a one-two on either cheek of her ass. "Fuck that nigga. He ain't fuckin' it right . Not like me. And fuck those wimpy two inch white cocks. Shit they ain't even cocks. Them's tiny little peenies that they need their mommas to wipe for them after they take a pee. They don't even come up to the level with this man's cock. Take off that thong and spread your pussy. I want to see it." "Yes, Daddy" She sat down on the coffee table and pulled off her panties, revealing her brazen, shaven slit, slightly shiny with her juices. "Play with yourself, bitch. Get ready to serve me." He exhaled a long thin stream of smoke, his eyes reddening. She rubbed and slapped at her pussy, pulled the lips apart so he could see in side. "Do you like it, Daddy? I want your black cock so much. I want it filling up my insides. I want you to fuck me so hard that I see stars." He stood and said "Turn over." When her ass was showing he timed his slaps and his words to the beat of the music. " Shut. The. Fuck. Up. I warned you about talking, didn't I?" He roached the blunt, and she said "No, I want some, don't put it out." and he popped her lightly on the cheek and said, "Now you've gone and done it. You made me mad, white bitch. Go get those handcuffs out of that wooden box." Her eyes widened, and she said "No I don't want..." His hand whipped across her face, striking her cheek and grabbing her hair in his fist, said "No, you don't say no to me bitch. Whatever I want you to do, you do. What are you? What does your shirt say?" She said ,"I'm a black cock slut, Daddy. All I want is black cock." "Then go get them goddamn handcuffs, white slut." She opened the box and took out two pair of handcuffs "Bend over the table, slut." She bent over the low table, her hands next to the legs, her ass up in the air. He fastened each one of her hands to the corresponding table leg, and said " Now we get to find out how much you want this black cock. " He said. He went to the coat closet and removed a riding crop, the flat rubber head making a whirring sound as he whipped it through the air. The sight of him with the crop created a virtual torrent between her legs , and she began to squirm. He laid the crop on the soft flesh of one buttock, and said "Stop squirming, you fuckin' cunt. How many cocks did you say you sucked today, bitch?" "S-seven, Daddy." she stammered Just as quickly the pain from her butt began to flood her brain as he gave her the first stoke across her right asscheek. "That's for the first cock you sucked today. These ," and he brought the crop up two, three, four, five times more, each time causing her to strain against the cuffs and yelp in pain. "are for the other five wimpy white peenies that you sucked today. That's why this won't take long. I figure that since those fuckin' joke penises are so small, the punishment should be equal, huh?" "Y-yes, Daddy." she whimpered, red streaks crisscrossing her round ass. "But for this Jamaican dude, we've got to get something straight." He went over to the entertainment center, and pushed in another videotape. This one showed another small white woman, sucking on an enormous black cock. "Watch this. She makes him come with her mouth, 'cause her pussy ain't ready for the cock. Watch, bitch! Watch how he chokes that white slut with his cock. Hey! I said watch!" She tried to turn her head away, but He grabbed her hair and said "I'll make you watch, slut." "Please, Daddy, please...no..." He stood and laid the crop across her ass repeatedly., until she could feel the chemicals in her body changing, her body's natural painkillers taking over, and lifting her past the pain into a new void , a new consciousness. Through the haze she could barely make out the blonde's hand stroking the huge black cock into her mouth, his semen spilling over her tongue. She had an orgasm. That happened sometimes when she was spanked. He laid the crop to the side and decided that the first time should define their master/slut relationship. He quickly undid his pants while she was still heaving and thrust his thick cock into her dripping pussy. " This is what you wanted earlier, when you were sucking those worthless white dicks, isn't it? "Yes, Daddy!" she screamed "I wanted your cock...your black cock.." "Why, slut?" he said, thrusting deeper and grabbing her hair again. "I'm whore...a slut for the black cock." "No!" He smacked her ass with his hand and rammed full force into her pussy making her scream. "Who do you belong to , white pussy?" "Y-You, Daddy" she said, barely getting the words out. " I belong to you, Daddy. I always want your cock. I want it in my mouth and in my pussy...I am a whore for your black cock, it's the only way I can cum...ohmigod.." she said as another deep orgasm rocked her. She became even more wet, and it was getting harder for him to hang on. He continued fucking her savagely, calling her a good little white slut. All of a sudden his balls seemed to swell, and he pulled out, saying "Lift your face up, bitch, and taste this black man's cum." He stepped to the end of the table where her face was, and shot copious amounts of jism all over her face and open mouth. "There, that's a good little whit slut, you 'ho, fuckin' bitch...." His invective trailed off with his orgasm. He grabbed a towel, wiped her face, and undid the handcuffs. " At this point, if you don't mind, I would like to take a time out from our roles. Is that OK with you? We should eat and give your ass a rest." He said tenderly. She agreed without speaking, her mind whirling. This is what she had always wanted. How long could she keep it up? Hew must have read the look on her face, because he smiled, and said "Don't worry. We've got all day." He put a hand down to help her up. "Did you go to L.A's to get weed?" She heaved a sighing "Yes." and had to stop her self from saying "Daddy" after it. "You know L.A.?" "Shit, everyone in town knows L.A. Davion was there, wasn't he?" "Yeah, he was. How the hell did you know that?" He smiled devilishly and said, " 'Cause I know all and see all. Also, I kind of figured he was the big Jamaican you were talking about. How many Jamaican guys do you know that are that big?" They laughed. He relit the blunt, passing it over. "You should smoke." She inhaled hungrily. "I'm starting to get hungry." He said, with a wry smile, "Well, we can take care of that." She exhaled and closed her eyes. Fin Next: Friday: the Feast Friday: Round Two