1 comments/ 18108 views/ 3 favorites Latisha: A Tale of Submission Ch. 01 By: DragonSlayer_OK To my readers…This is what I suppose what you my call a prequel to a prequel to my stories, "Dawn: A Tale of submission". It takes place nearly three years before the first chapter in Dawn's story. Eventually, I hope to fill in the entire three years in several chapters. A great deal of this was written concurrently with Dawn's story, however, I was stuck on it for a bit, while the Dawn story rather ran away with me. This story would fit very nicely into the BDSM category and the Interracial Love category One other thing. You will find that here and most of my other stories involve bikers and the biker lifestyle. Hey, I'm a scooter tramp in real life, what can I say? DS * I walked into The Keep, a very up-scale BDSM club on the east side of the city. It had just about anything any BDSM'er could want. I had ridden there on my Wide Glide after the meeting of my M/C (Motorcycle Club). I showed my membership card and looked about taking things in. It is not a private club but fairly exclusive and non-members had to pay a hefty cover charge. There was an open bar like any other quiet little bar in the city. The open bar was open to all without the cover charge. There was also the 'closed' bar where members could dress anyway they wished including not at all if they so desired. Access to the closed bar required going though a locked door, which the doorman had to press a hidden buzzer to open. In the closed bar there was also had a stage area that contained racks and other "torture" devices against one of the walls where submissives and slaves could be strapped to and 'punished' in front of an audience if they were inclined to exhibitionism. There were even a couple of beds there for whatever reason one might choose to use them. I generally, like the closed bar because some of the D/s and Master/slave couples were known to put on quite a show. And yes, I do at times have pretty strong voyeuristic tendencies. I slowly strolled into the closed side and up to the bar find my usual barstool unoccupied. I preferred this particular seat because it allows a good view of everything while keeping a low profile. I have long considered myself a student of life, which only means that I like to watch people and how they interact with one another. Keeping my proverbial low profile helps me in that. Silly? Perhaps. It is just one of my many eccentricities. There were quite a few people in the closed side this night. Unusual for a weeknight but whom am I to complain. I saw all manner of Doms/Dommes with and without their subs. A few of the subs were nude. There were a couple of subs, a male and female engaged in a sixty-nine while their mistress whispered softly to them. I saw a very petite Asian woman strapped to a St. Andrew's cross completely nude getting her cute little backside flogged mercilessly. From where I sat, I couldn't tell if her moans were from pain or pleasure. Probably both. There were welts all over her ass and I was briefly concerned until I was able to hear what she was saying to the man flogging her. "Yes Master. Thank you Master. Please Master. May I have another Master?" she purred at him. Even at this distance, I could see the pleasure and longing in her eyes as she looked over her shoulder at him and could hear it in her voice. I chuckled to myself and muttered "Another happy pain-slut." "You don't know the half of it. Ya shoulda seen them last weekend." A voice brought my attention back to the bar. It was Jeannie, the cute little California blonde barmaid. She was in her early to mid 20's, about 5' 3" and maybe 125. With the previously mentioned blonde hair tied back in a ponytail that hung just below her shoulder blades. And blue eyes. Her personality was so damned perky and sweet that I often worried about going into sugar shock any time she was within five feet of me. She wore what she always wore. Skintight leather pants and a tiny leather halter-top that struggled to contain her huge 'man made' breasts. Same style of outfit made up in dozens of colors. Tonight's outfit was a yellow-blonde that almost matched her hair. "The usual Mr. Gabe?" She asked. I have assumed that she was not a hardcore submissive but, she always showed a small measure respect to all Doms/Dommes addressing everyone by their first name but, adding a Mr. or Miss. to it "Yeah, a nice cold MGD" I said "And no glass." "You never want a glass." she remarked "That's right but, half the time you bring me one anyway." I reminded her. She frowned a moment then brightened again. "Well, you know me Mr. Gabe. I'm from California and am prone to blonde moments." she said with a laugh. She brought me the beer without the glass this time and went on "Anyway" She pointed to the Asian girl on the cross "Last Friday or Saturday, can't remember which, He used a riding crop on her and broke the skin three or four times. She bled quite a bit." "She seems okay now Jeannie" I said. "I'm sure she is. But the silly little girl just stood up there, lashed to the cross, begging for more and coming all over herself. "Did I miss anything other than that? Haven't been in for a couple a weeks." I asked looking around Jeannie looked around as if to make sure she wasn't being overheard. "A new Mistress, complete with a couple of boy-toy subbies started coming in. Don't know much about her other than there something just not quite right about her. I can't quite figure out what it is and…" Jeannie looked around again "She's an African-American!" "Yeah, right! Like that would ever really happen." I very seriously doubted what she told me. Blacks are very rare in this lifestyle. Especially women. She just looked at me and nodded. "No way." I said. "Way..." She said grinning "…and she's ve-e-ry hot. So hot, in fact, that if I were ever into women, I would consider becoming a full fledged subbie, tearing off all my clothes and throwing myself naked, at her feet." "Jeannie, I sometimes think you're a lot more interested in women than you let on, aren't you?" She put a very serious look "No way, Mr. Gabe!" "Way!" I said grinning. She laughed gaily and went down the bar to tend to other customers. I sipped my beer and turned my attention back to the stage area. I noted a couple climbing onto one of the beds, both of them completely naked. They were an extremely unusual couple. He was at most 5' 2" and maybe 100 pounds soaking wet. She was a giant compared to him. At least six feet tall and over 300. She was not however; fat. She appeared to very muscular, very nearly like a male body builder. Hell, she could have easily been an offensive tackle for the Green Bay Packers. The man lay down on his back. He was very erect and very huge. Huge? The guy had more than I did. I once again cursed the fates. To be honest, I was envious. Not that Mother Nature 'shorted' me. I'm a little over average at about 7". This man was at least 9 or 10 inches. Oh well, I digress. She grasped his tool with both hands and slowly lowered herself onto him. She then put her hands on his shoulders and starting rocking her hips back and forth. The couple had the attention of just about everyone there. Within only a few seconds the woman's massive hips were moving so violently and so fast that wondered if the bed might not collapse beneath them. Then she began screaming loudly. "Oh yeah!…fuck me Bill, fuck me harder!" This I found a little amusing. For as big as she was and the way she rode him, holding his shoulders down, I doubted that the little fellow could move at all. They continued this way for a while. There was no mistaking when the woman hit her orgasms. She announced them so loudly, I'm sure people in eight counties could hear her. A short while later she collapsed on top of him totally spent. Both appeared happy and content. After a moment, they got up and walked smiling, hand in hard to the rest room area where the club had several shower rooms available. As I sat there thinking about various things starting 'zone out' I was struck in the head with a small wadded up piece of paper. I picked it up and looked to see where it came from. I saw Jeannie near the other end of the bar trying to make eye contact with me. I smiled at her and she returned the smile nodding her head toward the door. I turned, looked and nearly burst out laughing. Fortunately, I quickly regained my composure. There at the door stood two rather large identically dressed men. Both were wearing red leather chaps over red leather thongs and red leather vests buttoned up. They even wore red sandals and matching red collars with brass nameplates. One chap looked to be Italian, his body covered in thick coarse hair. About my height but, built like a fireplug. The other…well, let's just say he made the female, future Green Bay Hall of Famer I'd seen a bit ago look like a dwarf. I estimated he was at or perhaps just under seven feet in height, or so and looked like a mountain. Four hundred plus pounds if he was an ounce. Solid…there did not appear to be any fat on him. They started to move across the floor, then I saw her following them. The woman was stunningly beautiful! I stared. It is not often when I see a woman that captures my attention as this one did. She was not tall, though it was hard to tell with the high-heeled boots she wore. I watched as they went to far side of seating section. They approached a small booth, the larger of her "escorts" moved the table aside she sat delicately. Mongo, as I decided to call him, put the table back and both the men knelt on the floor near her on either side. Mentally, I was screaming at myself to stop staring but I couldn't. My eyes took in everything. She was a virtual twin to Renee Jones, An actress in a soap opera I used to watch long ago (And yes, I really used to watch one soap opera regularly). Her skin was the color of cocoa, smooth and very touchable. She had soft dark eyes and very high cheekbones. I was in lust! Not love, but lust, I really wanted her. I had trouble trying to figure out what it was that she was wearing. From where I sat, it looked like nothing more than a bunch of belts or something spaced out starting at her neck and going down to a bit short of mid-thigh. All her clothing looked to be made of the same red leather, as were outfits of the men with her. Her boots came up nearly to the bottom of the dress or whatever it was she was wearing. The very long stiletto heels looked like they would be hard for the average woman walk in, but this one managed as if born to it. But something about her wasn't quite right. She was a real physical beauty…there was no doubt of that, but something was amiss. I wasn't quite sure yet what it was, but…. About this time, Jeannie chimed in "See? I toldja Mr. Gabe. She is very, very hot!" I turned back to the bar glanced at Jeannie who was looking like the proverbial cat that swallowed the canary. "You're right, she is that! Now I can see why you would go gay for her." She looked at me in mock horror "Gay Mr. Gabe? Me? Never! Bi? For her maybe but, I love cock way too much to go lesbo Mr. Gabe." "Yes Mr. Gabe." Another voice broke in, mildly sarcastic. I knew without turning my head that it was Malinda, the resident call girl. She and Jeannie were not the best of friends. It was a long running feud between them. No one knows why or how it started. They were mostly civil to one another but I would not to be around if they were shut alone in a room together. Malinda was in fact an actual high dollar 'working girl'. She had never been busted to anyone's knowledge but, you know the old saying about it's not who you know but who you….. The local law enforcement types always seemed to turn a blind eye from her activities. I had been told once that she would do anyone, anywhere, anytime but never, ever for less than a thousand dollars. Or, as I like to say, way out of my price range. She is though, a real beauty. Average height, fiery red hair and emerald green eyes. She was certainly something to look at. There was to the best of my knowledge never a shortage of clients. She was also the consummate tease and flirt. Lately, over the last couple of months I had been the target for her flirtations. I didn't know what that was all about and was sure I didn't want to know. She had, several times recently, offered herself to me at no charge. Joking, I was sure. I looked her over carefully because I knew she loved being looked at. Might as well be nice, I thought. Malinda was wearing black pumps with sheer black stockings. There were long silk gloves on her hands going up almost to her elbows. She also had on a black fur coat of some kind. I assumed it was real. It was open in the front down almost to her navel and there didn't appear to be anything underneath it. Then, as though she wanted to confirm my suspicions, she unbuttoned and opened it for a brief moment showing that, she in fact, wore nothing under it. Her body was that of a goddess. Large natural breasts and like many women these days, she was clean-shaven. "You know Gabe, that offer of a freebee is still open if you want. Anytime, anyplace. Just let me know when…okay?" I was briefly surprised as I'd never known her the 'flash' her nude body to anyone ever before, even a prospective client. Nonetheless, I grinned and said, "I'll have to pass on that Darlin'. I'm deeply afraid I just might like it way too much and be forced to break poor little Jeannie's heart." Jeannie burst out laughing and Malinda scowled at me. She leaned in close and whispered "Believe it or not. I am actually quite serious about that offer." She smiled at me sweetly, frowned at Jeannie and turned to leave. I was about to respond when something poked painfully at the back of my right shoulder. I spun around rapidly expecting danger or some kind of confrontation and came face to face…..Well, actually face to chest with 'Mongo'. He slowly stepped back, crossed his huge arms across his chest and slipped into the 'tough guy' pose. The name on his collar was Robert He peered down at me and in a voice that sounded, as though it came from the bottom of Mt St Helens said, "The Mistress commands you to come to her table." I stared and the giant for moment. "You're kidding, right?" I said, my anger immediately forgotten as the beginning of a plan was forming in my head. It had come to me what the problem with this new mistress was. She was trying too hard to look dominate. I looked at Robert again and said "First" I paused, holding up one finger "You got a pretty good look at me as you came up here, didn't you?" He nodded. And, I'm fairly certain that you could tell by the way I'm dressed that I ride a motorcycle, right?" He nodded again saying nothing. "And!" I held up another finger. "Anyone with more than a very few active brain cells could tell by the colors on the back of my vest that I'm a member of an M/C, am I right again, Robert?" "I don't see what that's got to do…." He started to speak but I stopped that with a gesture. I was a little surprised that he did shut up. I supposed if he wanted to, he could have squashed me like a bug. He looked down at me and I went on. "My first point is that if I'd been a member of an 'outlaw' club and I know that you know what I mean, the coroner would more than likely be on his way over here right now to pick up your body. You have to be careful when dealing with bikers. Got it?" "Yes sir." He mumbled, surprisingly and suddenly cowed. I looked around him seeing the woman seated at her table, sipping her drink and looking about as if no one else in the room mattered and she should be the center of attention. She saw me looking at her and quickly turned away. I held up a third finger "next…You may go tell your so called mistress that if she'd like me to join her at her table, she needs to pick up her lazy ass, carry it over here and politely invite me herself." "Sir, I could never say that to Mistress Latisha! I just couldn't." He genuinely looked very worried. "Why not." I asked looking at him in mock disbelief. "Well sir, she's my mistress and I must obey her." "And how long has she been your mistress?" "Not even a week yet. I only recently discovered my submissive nature sir." Robert said. "Then perhaps you should find another mistress. Now go tell her what I said." "But…." "Look at it this way, you didn't say it, I did. You're just relaying a message from me. Go tell her what I said, word for word. Now!" He started to turn to go but I stopped him, held up a fourth finger "one more thing. If you ever come up behind me and poke me like that again, I will fuck…you….up! I'm not talking about small cuts, bruises or abrasions. I'm talking about blood, major injuries, hospitalization, and possible surgery. Understand?" He looked down at me. For an instant, I was worried he might call my bluff, but then he just nodded. "Yes sir." he said and left. I turned back to the bar and found Jeannie and Malinda still there starring at me. Jeannie had a very strange look on her face At least it was one I'd never seen before. "Wow! Color me impressed Mr. Gabe" She stared a moment longer, winked at me and went back to work. Malinda was smiling sweetly at me. "Yeah, me too. You handled that rather well." She lightly grasped my shoulders and leaned in kissing my cheek. "And now you have another new problem. It seems that our little Miss Jeannie suddenly has the hots for you." She leaned in again and kissed my other cheek. "Jeannie? The hots for me? Get real Malinda. I happen to know she has a boyfriend. And, I'm relatively sure that I'm much too old to suit what she looks for in a man. Shit Malinda, I'm old enough to be her father." "You'll have to trust me on this Gabe. A woman knows these things." She stepped in a bit closer. "Now, about that offer." She said in a sultry voice, "I promise you won't be sorry." "Two questions, Malinda. Why and why me?" I stated, "I must admit this is making a wee bit nervous. And very little makes me nervous. I mean look at you. You are a very desirable woman. You demand a high price and get it and I'm sure you are worth every penny! Me? I am just a poor old scooter tramp. So again, I ask. Why and why me?" She leaned in closer still and lightly kissed me on the lips. "The answer to both your questions is really rather simple. Why? You know what I do. It's not as easy as you might think. Yes, I do demand a high price and I get it. My clients pay me well because…well, because I'm good. The problem is that they end up expecting perfection, wanting almost more than I can give. They want the wildest night of sex they can imagine. And they expect me to be the best piece of ass on the planet, if I may speak plainly. And I always feel obligated to perform. Just once, I want to go to bed with a man and simply relax and enjoy the sex. Gabe, make no mistake, unlike many of my colleagues, I really do love and enjoy sex…more than you can know." "As for why you? Two things really. First, I've always found you interesting and thought you were handsome, especially in your biker clothing and the other is… Well let me just say I've become more than a little interested in your lifestyle, you know, the bondage and discipline thing." I thought about what she had said. It was then that I realized that she was actually very serious about the offer of free sex she made to me. I was still a little unsure, remembering the old saying about something seeming too good to be true…. "I tell you what," I said pulling one of my business cards from my vest. "Call me one day later this week and we can get together for lunch or coffee or something and talk about this seriously if you like. Is that acceptable to you?" Latisha: A Tale of Submission Ch. 01 She slowly nodded and took the card. "Quite acceptable. I am really serious about this." She then looked over my shoulder. "It seems as if you're going to have company." I looked to where she indicated and saw Mistress Latisha coming my way in a hurry. She looked mighty unhappy. Her boy-toys remained kneeling at the table. She probably thought that coming alone made her appear self-confident. She impressed me less and less with each passing moment. This could be trouble, I thought. Malinda gently grabbed my jaw in her right hand and turned my face to hers again. She kissed me again. A long soft, lingering kiss. Then she reached to the bar, pulled off a napkin and began wiping my face. When she finished she showed me the lipstick smears on it. "And what's with all of this Malinda? You are trying to prove something?" "Just trying to mark my turf, Lover!" She laughed lightly and turned to leave. "Call you tomorrow?' she asked and left before I could answer. I guessed she was in search of a client for the night after failing to entice me. I turned to the bar and found that my beer had become warm and I wanted a cold one. Jeannie was there staring at me again. "Get me a fresh one Jeannie, would you?" She looked at me as if she hadn't heard me "Um, Jeannie, you okay?" She snapped out of her reverie. "I'm fine Mr. Gabe. Why do you ask?" "Never mind, it's not important." "If you say so." she muttered under her breath, and got my fresh beer. I looked at her as she returned with it. "Do me a favor Jeannie; get a hold of club security. Something's about to go down here. I have a plan forming in my mind. I'm almost certain I can control it but, if I'm wrong things could get real ugly real fast, okay?" She nodded and went to the intercom phone. I took a long pull on my beer. I knew that Latisha was standing behind me. I slowly turned until I was facing the 'so called' great and awe inspiring Mistress Latisha. Great and awe inspiring in her own mind I don't doubt. The only thing about her that really impressed me was her beauty. There was no denying she was one true exotic beauty. Her skin was smooth and flawless. She was even more stunning up close than before. Beyond her looks, I was still thoroughly unimpressed with her as a mistress. There was something about the way she carried herself was not right. Something in her eyes was wrong…a lie. She stood there about three feet away from me. Her arms were folded across her more than ample breasts and she was tapping one little foot as though she was highly annoyed. She had a true hourglass figure. While her hips were about average, her waist was tiny, almost too tiny. I judged it at a lot less than the supposedly perfect 24 inches. The dress she was wearing and I can only describe it as a dress, was exactly like I thought, made up of belts spaced and supported by very small light brass chains spaced about 4 inches apart horizontally. Her hair was very straight and fell just past the shoulder blades. I assumed it was a wig. Latisha was looking at me with fire in her eyes. She was certainly angry, trying to put on an air of superiority but something was missing. She took half a step forward and spoke "You were summoned!" Her hands went to her hips and took another half step forward. "When I wish to interview a prospective new slave boy, he must obey!" I looked around as if to find out whom she might be talking to. I saw Jeannie in the corner of my eye, looking at Latisha, trying to make eye contact with the woman. She was shaking her head violently, muttering. "Oh Shit." I looked back to Latisha, tried to put a surprised look on my face and said. "Oh! You were speaking to me?" I then attempted to appear innocently confused. "Yesssss!" she hissed at me, "…and you know damn well I was talking to you! Her voice was getting louder with each word. "Now, you will accompany me back to my tabled to be interviewed." She turned and was walking away back to her table. I turned back to the bar and took a long drink from my bottle of beer. Jeannie was giggling. "Wow, talk about dumb. She's sexy as hell, I mean really hot, but dumber than a box of rocks." Then she frowned. "Uh-oh." She said backing up. A couple of seconds later, I heard a tapping noise behind me. I turned and looked again at Mistress Latisha. She stood there in that classic highly annoyed woman pose. Arms folded over her chest, tapping her little foot and staring maliciously as though I were some insignificant insect. "Did you not hear me? She asked. You were ordered to follow me." she barked pointing a slender finger at me. She was certainly smoldering. And then it hit me! She was trying excessively hard. Something in her attitude and her voice was wrong and I just then realized what it was. She was a fraud. "I think I'll pass on that" I told her calmly and made a motion as if I was going to turn my back to her "Don't you dare turn your back on me!" She snapped Then she made her biggest mistake of the night…maybe the biggest of her life. She reached up and was going to slap me across my face. I blocked the blow just an instant before it landed and backhanded her none to gently. I was raised to believe that hitting a woman is very wrong…..But…..I also believe that when a woman attempts to strike me, any consideration my upbringing gives her is immediately surrendered. I set the beer down, then in a flash, my right hand shot out grabbing the top of the outfit she wore which served as for all intents and purposes its collar as far as I was concerned. I jerked her to me until our faces were mere inches apart. She tripped over her own feet and had to put her hands on my chest to keep from falling. My eyes bore into hers. The superiority and defiance in her eyes was still there. However, fear and shock at being struck was there as well. I had no doubt that I had her undivided attention. "You son of a…." She started, snarling. With my left hand, I slapped her again. "Be silent wench." I did not hit her as hard the second time, but it shut her up. I noticed across the room her two subs were on their feet rushing in our direction. I jerked Latisha closer until our noses were nearly touching. Even in the ridiculously high heels she wore, she was a good couple of inches shorter than I am. "When your little boy-toys get here, tell them to back off and go sit down, or I give you my word you'll be so very sorry." I spoke to her in a low menacing voice. I thought a moment. "Better yet, tell them to go home." I told her. "I'll see it that you get home safe." She looked at me oddly, said nothing but, nodded slowly. I held her back out at arms length as the 'boys' arrived looking none too happy. She held out her hands and yelled at them. "Stop there, don't come any closer. I'm alright." They stopped and stared. Both looked ready to do serious physical harm if ordered. Robert watched me closely. She spoke to the other man. "Gino, go get the keys out of my purse, then you and Robert go home. Don't ask any questions, just do it!" Gino did not move. He was confused by what he'd been told. Robert paused a moment, then reached up, removed his own collar and dropped it at Latisha's feet. "Good-bye Latisha. Well done, Sir." He said to me and walked out. Latisha scowled and spoke. "That's Mistress Lati-…." I jerked her to me. "I said be silent woman…that means you will not speak without my permission." I looked at Gino. "Gino" I said "It would be best if you did as you were told and go home." He looked at Latisha. She nodded. "Yes Mistress." He said. And then he was gone. She looked back to me and asked. "Why are you doing this to me? Who the hell do you think you are to speak to me as you did and you struck me!…Twice!" "Would you like to make it three?" "You wouldn't dare!" "Do you really want to test me on that?" I said menacingly. "No." She said "No Sir!" She looked into my eyes but, said nothing. I raised my hand. "No Sir!" she said angrily "Now to more important matters. I said casually. "What?" she asked cautiously. "Who are you?" I asked gently. "I am Mistress Latisha" "I seriously doubt that." "I am!" "No, I don't think so. Your name may or may not be Latisha but, you are no mistress." "I am a mistress. Who are you to think otherwise?" "Who are you to assume I am a submissive without knowing anything about me? Why did you not even bother to find out?" "Do you want the truth?" "Honesty would be rather nice." She sighed. Her demeanor changed. She seemed to almost be friendly. "I saw you over here and was very attracted to you. I'm not sure why, but I wanted you." "Wanted me?" "Yes…I wanted you in my bed." "Ah, you were interested in me sexually." "I always had a 'thing' for white men." "Tell me more." "I don't know that I can explain it so you would understand….I'm not sure I fully understand it myself. I might say that has to do with the contrast in skin color but, it's much more …" "Then why act as you did?" "I had very bad experiences with men a long time ago. I cannot…will not trust any man unless I am in complete control." "Well, you screwed up rather badly!" "How did I do that?" "I am not like Gino and Robert, those men you treat like boy toys. Your first real mistake was assuming I was a submissive. Do I look like a little subbie to you?" She looked at me as if I were nothing. "I really didn't care. I just wanted to fuck you tonight." I stared deep into her eyes. "I cannot remember the last time I've even seen a woman that is so badly in need of punishment as you are right now!" "Punish? You think you can punish me?" "You certainly need it!" "That will never happen! I don't know who you are, but you are messing with the wrong woman! No man will ever beat me again." I thought immediately. Ah, that's it…she's been abused before She regained some of her superior attitude. "First of all, you had better start showing me the proper respect!" "Yeah, right!" I shoved her roughly away from me. After one off balanced step, Latisha tripped on her own boots and fell clumsily on her ass. "You bastard!" she screamed at me getting back to her feet and flew at me with a little brown fist swinging in my direction. Her punch landed on my shoulder without any discomfort. I once again grabbed the collar of her outfit, swung her around and slammed her again a nearby wall. I leaned in close until our noses were nearly touching and looked deep into her eyes. The haughty, superior anger was fading. Replaced by fear not quite on the on the verge of panic and something else. "It seems that the time has come for you to be taught your place." "Taught my place?" she asked sounding very unsure. "Yes, your place. But first, you should be punished." "Are you going to do it? "Maybe." "I don't understand. What did I do that was so terribly wrong?" She was becoming frightened. "You lied" I told her. "Lied? What the hell are you talking about? I don't understand. "You lied. You lied to those men who wore your collar. You've lied to me. You have been lying to everyone in the lifestyle. You've been lying to yourself for quite some time as near as I can tell. Oddly enough, you may not even be aware that you are lying." She was thoroughly confused now. I could see it in her eyes. The fear was disappearing. "I don't get it." You tell anyone that will listen that you are a mistress but, you are not. Regardless of what you say or may think, you are not a mistress. You are not even a true domme. You play at it. You pretend, but the truth is that you are not!" "And what do you think I am?" she asked, her self-confidence all but gone. She suddenly appeared to be truly interested in what I had to say. Her voice was filled with fear and……hope? "Are you really sure you want to know?" Latisha hesitated. "Yes…I suppose I must know." She must have realized that I knew her secret and that idea surely terrified her. "The real truth of matter is that you are in fact a submissive! I surmise that at the beginning you played at being a domme to get revenge against men in general because you went though at least one abusive relationship or more." "That's not true! I learned when I was young that men cannot be trusted not to hurt me!" "Your picker must be broken." "My picker?" I maintained my grip on the 'dress' and held her at arms length. "Your picker. You know, that way you pick things like what you might have for breakfast, what kind of men you pick to date…You picked all the wrong men when you were young and assumed that all men are the same. Yes Latisha, there many abusive men in the world. If you had paid real attention to things when you came into my lifestyle, you would have learned things are not the same here. There are very few of that kind of man here. The few that are, never last long." "All men are pigs…they are good for nothing but serving women." Latisha said bitterly. "Do you really believe that?" I asked "I have to! "Then you will end up as a lonely bitter old woman." And how would you presume to know that?' I pointed to the floor where Robert's collar lay. He finally saw through you…how many others have?" She was silent. I know this may be hard for you to believe, I can actually see what you for what you really are. You are without a doubt a submissive. I think though, that you are afraid of your true nature." As I spoke, I was pulling her slowly back me until we were again, face to face. I maintained a tight grip on the 'dress'. She remained silent for a very long time. Tears were starting to form in her eyes. She took a deep breath, let it out slowly, gently put her hands on my chest and lowered her eyes to the floor then spoke softly. "Yes, I know. I have always known. You are a very insightful man. I guess I should not be really surprised you figured it out." I've had to be very careful all my life. You cannot imagine what it's like to be a submissive black woman, especially here in the States being a black woman who prefers white dominate men. I don't think I can be openly submissive. As much as I wish I could. To tell the truth, I have never been a very happy woman at any time in my life." She looked up at me, tears running down her cheeks. "Now what?" "Well, I can't let you go on playing domme. I need to do something fairly serious here." I let go of the collar and walked around her. I could not get over how attractive she was. The back of her dress interested me. All the bands or belts buckled in the back. I continued around, stopping in front of her. I grasped the front of her dress again. I looked to the bar and saw Jeannie standing watching with great interest. "Jeannie, can you come out here for a moment?" She came around the bar and stood next to me. I indicated that she should stand behind Latisha and she did so. "Now Jeannie, undo the buckles, all of them." Latisha spoke out "Now just a damned min….." "Shut up! Don't say a damned word." I said to her sharply. There was a look of wonder on her face. She did as ordered though and was quiet. Behind her, Jeannie rubbed her hands together theatrically, licked her lips and grinned mischievously. She went to work on the buckles, starting at the bottom. Latisha looked at me again and spoke so softly it was difficult to hear her. "You want to humiliate me, don't you?" "Actually, no." I said, "I'm doing what you need to be done to you. And if you can be really honest with yourself what you truly want." "And that is…?" "I'm making you into the true submissive that you are. You will be made to submit! You have no choice. It's what you truly need…and want if you can be honest with yourself. Forget about the race issue. First, before anything, you are a submissive. And I promise by the time I get you to your home tonight you will wanting to seek out a Dom. Maybe even a Master." I heard Jeannie's voice behind Latisha in a heavy fake German accent a la Arte Johnson "Ve-e-ry interesting" She stood, working on the last buckle, the collar. "Um, Mr. Gabe? She's not wearing anything under this." The 'dress' fell away from her still held in my right hand. Latisha blushed brightly. Even with her dark skin, it was easy to see. Jeannie was right. Other than the boots and some earrings she had on, she stood before me nude. I handed the dress to Jeannie. "Please go find a bag to put this and leave it there behind the bar for now. "Yes Sir." She said and vanished. Latisha started to bring her hands up to cover her nudity but I slapped them down roughly. "No. Do not cover yourself." I walked around her again. I touched and caressed her body in several places. The only thing that marred her beauty in my opinion was the very thick unruly patch of hair between her legs. At one point, I cupped one of her breasts and roughly pinched the nipple, tugging on it. She shuddered but did not move. "Do you think I'm beautiful?" she asked hopefully. "You are." I told her as I stood in front of her, and looked her over appraisingly. "There is one thing though." She looked at me "What is wrong…..sir?" It seemed extremely difficult for her to add the 'sir'. I reached down and began running my fingers through her pubic hair. "This is what's wrong." She closed her eyes and moaned very softly. She also seemed to be trying to raise her hips up and out a little to me. She was trying to get my fingers down closer to where she really wanted them. "Oh God." she whispered, mostly to herself. Looking at me, she said, "You are making me feel like a real slut." "Are you a slut Latisha?" "I-I'm not sure. I think I may be sir" This time the sir came much easier to her. "Touch me sir…Please!" she whispered thrusting her hips against my hand lightly. I pinched some of the hair between my thumb and forefinger and tugged harshly. "You realize that all of this has to go, don't you. I like my slave girls shaved. She winced a little and looked me straight in the eye. They were filled with a lusty heat that was not there before. "Your slave girls? Am I nothing but your slave girl now?" "Do you wish to be a slave girl?" She hesitated a bit, then looked at me. "I can't…I just can't." She began to weep again. "If only…I don't know if …." She looked down speaking quietly "I don't know if I can be a slave girl. I mean I know that a part of me really wants to but…I cannot let myself be hurt again." Her gaze returned to me. She paused, started to speak, stopped. I continued looking into her eyes. I raised one eyebrow. "The choice is yours girl. I do not force anyone to do anything unless they truly want it. I cannot allow you to continue as you were before but…" "I'm afraid. Part of me wants this but…I have proof of my past and the harm that's been done to me." "No need Latisha, I believe you." "You understand my fears?" "Actually, I do!" "I don't why, but for some reason, I trust you. I can only pray I won't regret it." "Only you can make the decision." She was silent for a moment, took in a very deep breath and let it out slowly. "Yes sir, I think….." She stopped, bent down unzipping the long boots and stepping out of them. She got down to her knees. Looking up at me, she had tears in her eyes and running down her cheeks, yet looked very hopeful. "Yes Master. Please, please make me your slave." She lowered her head and raised her arms up to me crossed at the wrists. I grasped her wrists in one hand and started to speak when Jeannie suddenly magically reappeared at my side holding a length of nylon line and leather collar. "Here, I thought you might need these Master Gabe." Jeannie said grinning at me. "Wow, she's very hot like that…makes me want her even more!" Latisha: A Tale of Submission Ch. 01 Latisha looked up and smiled softly at Jeannie. "Jeannie, you are starting to worry me a bit. What would Buzz say if he heard you talking like that?" I said mentioning Jeannie's boyfriend by name. "Screw him" Jeannie said, "Buzz never owned me. Actually, we broke up last weekend. I was interested in trying this lifestyle and he refused to consider it. Anyway, I just want to help you here." I chuckled and gave her a light kiss on her forehead. "Thanks for the help. Do me two more little favors, take those boots and put them with the dress and then unlock the lost and found closet. I need to find this one…" I said indicating Latisha "…some clothes to wear home." "Yes Master" she said and stooped to grab the boots. "And Jeannie, what's with this 'Master' crap?" She simply grabbed the boots, kissed me on the cheek and left without answering. Then she stopped and turned to look at me. There was an odd look of surprise on her face. After a moment, she shrugged and went on her way. I quickly yet loosely tied Latisha's wrists together. The wrist tying is more symbolic that trying to secure the girl. I moved behind her buckling the collar around her neck. I bent down close and spoke softly into her ear. "You are now a collared slave. Later, if you like, you may become my slave…no promises. But first, there is a great deal you and I need to discuss." She was weeping happily. I stood in front of her. Get on your feet…quickly!" Latisha stood as she was told. She was still crying but smiled as she did so. "May this new slave beg a favor of you Master?" I nodded and she went on "This new slave wishes to kiss the man who made her a slave and forced her to face her true nature." "One of the first things you will need to learn Latisha is patience..." I told her "but, since you are very new to your slavery, you may." She raised her bound hands up and over my head, leaned into me and lightly pulled my head down. She kissed me on the lips with a gentle passion. She pressed her entire body to me and began to grind her hips against mine. Latisha broke the kiss looking me in the eye. "Master?" She paused a moment. "Master…" she said thoughtfully "This girl has wanted to call a man that for almost all her adult life." She disengaged herself from me, smiled and said, "Now, Master, how may this slave serve you?" I looked her over yet again. The more I looked, the more I liked what I saw. Her skin was flawlessly smooth and soft. She spoke again, "Master, just in case you are wondering, my measurements are 34D-22-36. My straight hair is natural because my father was three quarters Comanche Indian." "Actually Latisha, I was more interested in getting you properly shaved." I told her "But Master, I have never shaved myself down there. I will do it, but I am not sure how to." She said, a little fear creeping into her voice. Apparent, the thought of a razor near her nether region made her more than a little nervous. Once again, as if by magic, Jeannie appeared by my side. She looked at Latisha, smiled, turned to me and said "I can help her you'd like me to Master." She glanced at Latisha again. "I could take her back to one of the shower rooms and have her shaved in a jiffy." Jeannie grinned and showed me a small vinyl pouch in her hand. "I'd really love to do this for you Master." "Alright Jeannie. And what is all this with you calling me Master now. You have never called that before tonight. I want an answer!" I said gripping her arm. "I'm not really sure why Master. All I know is that, I see you differently tonight. I just feel compelled to call you Master and to serve you. I cannot explain it any further than that." It wasn't what I wanted to hear but I somehow sensed it was the only answer I would receive. "Very well. That answer will have to do for now. Go ahead, take her and take care of her. Latisha, you go with Jeannie and do as she tells you." "Yes Master!" They said together as one. They departed, Jeannie holding Latisha's bound hands guiding her along the way. I watched as they made their way. They seemed to be talking as though they were old friends. They disappeared down the short hallway. A brief moment later, Jeannie came back out flashed three fingers at me, indicating the room I would find them in, then vanished again. I sat down on my stool, sipped my beer and thought about the changes my life would take on. I'd come to The Keep for the sole purpose of enjoying a beer or two. Instead, I would be living here this night the owner of a new slave girl. A black woman no less. Given our nation's history with slavery and racial inequality, this was certainly not politically correct and could possibly lead to many problems. Latisha and I had a lot to talk about. I sat and thought a while longer and decided to head to the shower room to see how the shaving was progressing. When I got to room three, I raised my hand to knock and stopped myself. I waited only a few seconds and finding the door unlocked turned the knob and opened it slowly. The first thing I noticed was Jeannie's blonde-yellow outfit folded neatly on the counter by the sink. Along with it was a small black thong not much bigger than a postage stamp. I silently stepped in further and saw them. Latisha was leaning against the wall, eyes closed. Her hands, wrists still bound held Jeannie's head. Jeannie was on her knees before Latisha sucking on her clit and licking her furiously. The shaving had obviously been accomplished already. And done very well as I saw. Latisha was panting and whispering to Jeannie. "Oh yes my little cum-slut. I'm going to climax very soon. Are you sure you've never eaten pussy before?" She stiffened and whispered through clenched teeth. Oh, baby! I'm coming, I'm commmiiing!" Jeannie continued licking and sucking while moaning with pleasure. After a moment, she stood and kissed Latisha softly on the lips. "I've never done this with a woman before. I'm so happy that I have now. She said. "I've always been a little curious but, now I'm convinced that I am at the very least, very bi." Latisha kissed Jeannie back and said, "I've been with women but, not very often and not for a long while but, after these last few minutes with you, I want more. Perhaps Master would like to have both of us? And now Jeannie, I want to taste you. I need to taste your pussy!" I cleared my throat. Both heads snapped toward me, eyes wide. As one, they threw themselves on their knees in front of me side by side. Both were talking so fast and softly I was unable to understand either of them. "Both of you…be silent!" I snapped. I was more than a little angry. "Neither of you move. Stay put and keep your mouths shut!" I left and went to the accessory room and checked out a very nice flogger and another collar. I wasn't sure I'd need the collar but I had a hunch I felt I should follow up on. While I was there, I got a key for one of the private Play Rooms. I returned to the shower room quietly. Just before entering, I stopped as I heard hushed whispers within. "Forgive me Latisha," Jeannie said. "You are so beautiful, I just couldn't resist you. I even told Master that I was attracted to you before you came in tonight. Seeing you naked and shaved, I had to have you. I knew the risk before I started." "It's not all your fault Baby" Latisha responded, "I should have stopped you but, I didn't. The truth is I wanted you as much if not more than you wanted me. My greatest secret fantasy has always been to be owned by a white man and to have a sexy white, chain sister to play with. Even though I've seldom been with women before, I fantasize about it often." Her voice lowered and she whispered very softly. "I still want to taste you…I want you, period." Jeannie giggled and whispered back. "Yes, my little subbie mistress, and I want more of you too." I stepped fully into the room and walked 'til I was standing directly in front of Latisha. They both saw the flogger, yet said nothing at all about it. "Hands!" I commanded her. She reluctantly raised her bound hands to me. I quickly untied her. "Master, please. Forgive this unworthy slave. She begs you to be owned by you." "Silence!" I snapped at her. I looked at the line. Braided nylon, soft and flexible…about thirty inches long. I took a knife out of my pocket and cut the line in half. I rebound Latisha's wrists, securely this time. I turned and moved in front of Jeannie. She crossed her wrists and offered them up to me. "Master?" she asked, voice filled with anticipation. I grasped her wrists and looked down at her and said "Jeannie, you are not a collared slave girl. You can refuse to participate in what is to come this night. You belong to another and may leave if you choose to do so." "Master," she told me "I told you before that Buzz does not own me. I belong to no one yet and if it's all the same to you, I choose to submit myself to you for punishment. I know that your girl Latisha is going to be punished. This is mostly my fault and if she is to be beaten, then I should be too." She smiled at me "Besides Master, I have been wanting to try the lifestyle out for real quite a while now. You're one of a very few men I trust enough to submit to." I nodded "Very well Jeannie, if you are sure. I mean really sure you want this." "It is what I want Master." she spoke softly "I've already submitted myself to your will." I tied her and moved around behind her. Buckling the collar around her neck, I told her. "For at least the rest of the evening, you are now a collared slave girl. Now, on your feet. Both of you." I glanced at the key and spoke again. "Now girls, room seven. You will walk slowly side by side just a head of me. The girls got to their feet but Jeannie hesitated. "But Master," Jeannie said "my clothes." "I will bring them." I told her "But, I'm naked." she cried out. "Did you not just submit to me girl?" "Yes Master…I did." "Then you'll do as you are told." "I'm afraid, Master. All the customers out there who know me." I thought a moment. "That's all right. I'm sure most, if not all of them would really appreciate seeing you naked." I raised the flogger and waved it slowly in front of her. "You'd look terribly cute walking out there with a freshly beat ass. The redness would make a very nice contrast skin to your natural skin color." "Yes Master. As you wish." she mumbled. They both then left the shower room walking slowly side by side, as they had been instructed. Surprisingly Jeannie no longer seemed concerned about being naked for all to see. A hush fell over the club as they girls walked. A small change seemed to come over them. They appeared to flaunting their nudity, perhaps showing off a little. They made a very lovely pair. I found the differences in their skin color quite appealing. Other than Latisha's tiny waist, and their color, from behind their bodies looked to be almost exactly the same. Many of the customers stared openly. Others spoke quietly among themselves. I must confess that this was a bit of an ego inflator for me. I'd never been in this situation before. Here I was, walking in front of other people with two extremely beautiful naked slave girls in front of me and they were mine to do with as I pleased. Then reality reared its head again and I started to think. My first thought was 'What the hell do I do about Jeannie?' I liked her a lot but, wasn't sure about getting involved with a woman young enough to be a daughter. Her age was not a real problem in itself for me. I just assumed that she would be happier with some one closer to her own age. I'd have to take things slowly and proceed with caution. We reached the private room. The girls preceded me into the room and I entered, locking the door behind me. When I looked back at them Jeannie was leaning toward Latisha, Jeanie's head was on her shoulder. Jeannie was breathing rapidly, almost panting. "Oh God!" she said, "I'm so hot. That was like nothing I ever felt before. I even came once." Latisha and I both looked down. Jeannie's pussy was dripping. The front and insides of her thighs were quite wet indeed. I was becoming very concerned. In a very short period of time, Jeannie went from perky and sweet to subbie and slutty. Something wasn't right. After a moment's consideration, I untied her, gave her clothes back to her. "Go back to work Jeannie, or perhaps you should go home." I told her. "What?…..No Master!" she pleaded "Master…Take me…Please use me…my body!" "Dammit, no Jeannie!" I shouted at her. "Take a good look at yourself. I've never seen you act like this before. You're acting like a little slave-slut. What the hell has gotten into you? "You have Master…The club has. I've worked here for more than a year, as you know. It all came together a short time ago. I want to be in this lifestyle. I want to be part of it. I want to be a 'slave-slut', as you call me." "I did not say you were one. I said you were acting like a slave-slut." I retorted "But, I am one Master…." "Jeannie!" I was becoming frustrated. "I need this Master! Not only that but, I choose you to be my master. I've looked into it. I've read a lot and have been told that older men are better masters…more patient…better lovers. I've come to know you and trust you. You are the right man to be a master to me. I do want this…Buzz wanted nothing to do with it…That's one of the reasons I broke up with him." She dropped to her knees in front of me. Her hands came up and started rubbing the front of my jeans. My cock, seeming to have a mind of its own, then began stiffening right away. "Please….Make me cum…I don't care how…I need to give up all control…I need to be used with no say in the matter." Inspiration hit me hit. I pulled Jeannie to her feet. Then, I took her clothing from her, picked up the nylon cord and retied her hands, behind her back this time. I grabbed her arm and walked her to the bed in the room. I sat her down on the corner of the bed with her backside half off the bed and carefully kicked her legs wide apart. I then went to Latisha and untied her, pointed to the floor between Jeannie's legs. "Make her cum! At least three times…I don't give a damn how you do it." "Yes Master, thank you Master." Latisha said softly to me. She went over and knelt in front of Jeannie and started by gently caressing her inner thighs. Jeannie's eyes were wide in anticipation. "Oh yes Latisha…do it." she whimpered. "Do whatever you want with me…I want you to use me anyway you want." Latisha slipped one finger, then two into Jeannie's wet opening and probed until she found her G-spot. Jeannie squealed with pleasure, fell back on the bad and started begging for more. I opened the door. "Three times Latisha!" I said as I went out closing the door behind me. I needed help and knew of only one person to get that from right now. I walked to the manager's office and knocked on the door. "Come in Gabe!" I heard from within. I opened the door and went in. As the door closed behind me, I saw Mistress Emmanuelle come out from behind her desk, her arms held out to me. Em, as I knew her was the owner/manager of The Keep. We had been friends for quite some time. She's a full time mistress and a part time lawyer. She's also one the loveliest women I know. And the classiest…except for one thing. Except for what she'd wear in a courtroom, she loved to dress as sexually provocative as she could. Tonight was no different. She had on a black floor length wrap-a-round cape that was so sheer, I could easily see what she had on underneath. Which was nothing more than a corset and sheer thigh high stockings? Her breasts and nether areas were plainly in view. Em stopped, lightly grasped my shoulders, placed a soft kiss on each cheek and long soft one on my lips. The last kiss was only barely short of 'too friendly'. "I've missed you Gabe. It seems like I haven't seen you for months." "It was just last week ago, Em." I grinned. She put both hands over her heart theatrically and said, "It's that I love you soooo much!" "Yeah, yeah…I love you too darlin'…Really." She hugged me tightly. "All kidding aside, I love the way your arms feel around me…If I wasn't married, you be in a heap of trouble." She chuckled and released me. "Does that mean I should stay away if you ever get divorced?" I joked. "You better not stay away from me." Em said smiling mischievously. I paused "Um…Em, I have a bit of a problem and I think I need your help. "What is it Honey?" she asked "Jeannie." "She asked to punch out early tonight and I let her go home." "She's not at home" "Where is she?" "Room 7." "And?" Em asked looking only slightly annoyed. "She wants me to collar her." Em grinned at me. "I saw that one coming more than a week ago." "I'm not sure what to do Em. I'm more than twice her age…Couldn't she find a younger fellow?" "Gabe." she said. "Age doesn't mean all that much in this lifestyle…You know that." "I know. Its just that…I guess I was kinda blind-sided by this. You said you weren't surprised. I was. This one for me seemed to come out of left field." Em chuckled again. "So you left that poor horny little girl all alone in the room?" "She's not alone." "Who's with her?" "Do you know Latisha?" "Now THAT surprises me Gabe…I didn't know that you liked to 'play' with mistresses. "I don't…she's not…well, not anymore." Em's eyebrows shot up. "Really? This, I have got to see." Em accompanied me back to Room 7 and we entered. I was a bit disappointed at what we found there. The girls were both in the middle of the bed engaged in a frantic sixty-nine. The room was filled with muffled screams and moans. Fingers and tongues were quite busy in the midst of what seemed to be one long continuous orgasm. "What is going here?" I spoke as loudly as I could without shouting. Latisha and Jeannie crawled off the bed and knelt before Mistress Emmanuelle and myself with their heads down and were very, very quiet. "Latisha, What did I tell you to do?" "Master, you told me to make Jeannie cum and that you didn't care how I did it." "That's right but, I didn't say anything about your getting off, did I?" "Um…No Master, you didn't" "I also told you to make her cum three times…How many times did she cum?" "I'm not sure Master…four…five?" "Eight." Jeannie murmured. "Eight?" I looked at Jeannie, then Latisha. I thought you two wanted to serve me. This kind of disobedience cannot and will not be tolerated. "And Jeannie, I've not yet decided what to do with you." The whole time, Em was watching Latisha closely. "She's quite lovely like this Gabe." She then looked at Jeannie and said "Gabe, I have an idea if you'll considerate it." I looked her and nodded. "Let me keep Jeannie for a while…at least for a few days. She's too new to her slavery to understand what she getting herself into. I could teach her some about her new lifestyle choice." "But Miss. Em!" Jeannie sputtered. "Henceforth you will always address me as Mistress Emmanuelle, Jeannie. This would only be temporary and only if Master Gabe agrees. "Yes Mistress." Jeanie said dejectedly. I spoke, mostly for the girl's benefit. "Yes, I suppose that would work Mistress Emmanuelle. Jeannie, you are to go with her…learn what you can and we can discuss your at future another time." "Yes Master." Jeanie said, weeping. "Master Gabe…" Em asked firmly clearly making sure Jeannie could hear her. "…May I also have free 'use' of this slave?" Em was grinning at me. Latisha: A Tale of Submission Ch. 01 "Why, of course you may Mistress Emmanuelle." I chuckled at her. "Use her well…teach her." Em took a leash from a hook on the wall, clipped it to Jeannie's collar and led her out of the room. Jeannie was clearly not happy with this development but, I felt that she was coming on too fast and with too enthusiasm. She truly needed to learn about her slavery…if indeed that is what she wanted. I looked at Latisha who was still kneeling at my feet. "It would seem that you've less than half an hour in your collar and already you're fucking up!" "I am sorry Master. I was wrong and beg your forgiveness." Latisha said softly. "Well, I doubt very much that you're not going to like what's coming next. It is time for your initiation into slavery." "Does that mean what I think it does Master?" she asked fearfully. "I told you before that I have been abused by men before…but…I also told you that I trust you for reasons I do not understand." "When you were playing being a mistress, what would you use as a safe word? Or did you even have one. I asked her. "Of course I had a system." Latisha answered crossly. "I may not have been a true mistress as you say but, I was a safe one. Actually there were two safe words. One to back off or slow down and another to stop everything." I led Latisha to a hook and spreader bar attached to the ceiling near the center of the room. I thought about what she had said as I secured her wrists over her head. I looked at her. She was a stirring sight standing there naked before with her arms spread wide just above her head. "Here is what we will do. Three safe words. 'Yellow' will mean to stop and discuss your comfort level or any problem you might be having. After discussion and only after mutual agreement we may continue. The code or safe word for that is 'Green.' However, 'Red' will mean we stop and not continue at the time for any reason. In short it means that 'play time' is over…at least for that night. Do you understand this system?" "Yes Master." "Are you in agreement with this?" "Yes Master." "Then I shall proceed." I walked to the wall, taking down a flogger, my 'weapon' of choice. I returned to her, looking into her eyes. She seemed to be in a bit of a dilemma. I could see that fear and desire fought for control of her emotions. I raised to flogger to make sure she could see it. I then moved around to her side a little making sure that I would be able to use the flogger yet, still see her face. I swung it ferociously, smacking her ass with a resounding crack! "Oh! Master.!" she yelped. I laid the flogger to her twice more. Apprehension spread over her face but the desire that was in her eyes was becoming more evident. "Master…This girl is afraid." she told me. Her voice was soft and unsure. "This is the first time I've ever allowed a man to strike me in any way. It feels wrong but, at the same time, with you, it feels oh so right." "What are you afraid of, slave?" "Not of you Master…nor of the flogging. Latisha is afraid of what will become of her. Is this girl making any sense?" "Whether you do sense right now or not is not relevant, slave. As to what is to become of you? That is quite simple. You will become what you were always meant to be." "And? What is your new girl meant to be Master?" "You will become what you already are…a true slave-girl." "Oh." she said, knowing it to be true. "Yes Master." I struck her back-side five more times. She flinched each time yet did not complain. I saw that she was, perhaps at the first stage of accepting her slavery. It was a small step, albeit a step in the right direction. Thus far she had been enduring her beating mostly, in silence. It was safe to assume that I was being way too easy to this point. Time to test her limits a little. I brought my arm back and swung harder…back and forth. Twenty more strokes from her shoulders to the backs of her knees. She, of course, reacted as predicted. She screamed. "Master…Too hard! Please Master have mercy!" she pleaded with me. "If it is, in fact too hard, you can use a safe word…until that point I will do as I please…no more, no less. I told her menacingly "Please Master. Your slave begs you to be merciful." "No." "I can't stand any more of this Master…Please!" I gave the new slave yet another twenty lashes with the flogger. I could see color coming though her cocoa colored skin. Her color was taking on a definite red glow despite her brown coloring. "Master! This girl feels…She feels…..She cannot explain it Master." Latisha panted in short ragged breaths. Your new slave feels….." "Owned?" I suggested. "Oh yes Master…That's it!" she replied with joy in her voice. "This slave dreamed…fantasized, but never knew it would be like this. Master, Latisha can't begin to tell you how happy you've made her." I stood in front of and lashed her breasts with the flogger. "Oh Master, it hurts!" She shouted. "It hurts…but, it also brings out the slave girl in me. Master…this frightens me more now…I think I could fall in love with you Master." "It is much too soon for that Latisha." You do not know me well enough to say that. Perhaps in time but…" "Master, Latisha said she could, not that she did. You must know what you have done to me." she smiled. "It's important for you to know that given all that happened this evening that it is possible. You are right Master. It is too soon. But, This girls does feel some affection for you new you. Love? She does not know. She knows for sure that she loves what you have done…what you are doing to this slave. "Why are you talking like that?" I asked. Because Master…Latisha always believed that slaves should do so. Think about it Master. Is it not true that slaves…real slaves have no identity other than that permitted and allowed by the master or mistress?" I nodded but said nothing. "Also, a slave does not ever own anything his or her self, but is instead, owned totally by the master or mistress." "So, for you, it's a way to verbalize your submission each and every day to your master?" "Yes Master…but it's even more than that." "Explain." "It is a constant reminder of this girl's desire to be a slave girl and serve her master. It helps to actually feel the slavery that fills her heart and helps to make her strive to truly be pleasing and to please her master in every way. This girl have no words…no way to put it into words how much it means to be made to face this girls true nature. As she told you, submitting herself to you has made as happy as it possible for any girl, any where to be. Beyond that Master, your slave does not believe she can explain any better." "I see." I resumed her flogging. Beat the front of her body, over her heaving breasts, her thighs and between the legs around her vaginal area. The girl writhed sensually and switched from pleading for more to begging me to stop and back to pleading me never to stop. I chuckled inwardly thinking the poor little thing was becoming confused. "MASTER!" she screamed…"Too good!! Master! I'm going to…COOOOMMMMEEEE!!" Her cum literally gushed out of her, down her legs and onto the floor. "Yellow Master…Please, yellow." she wailed I stopped, put my fingers underneath her chin and lifted gently. Are you all right girl?" "Forgive this girl Master." She was weeping hard. Please Master, forgive your slave…: "Forgive you for what Latisha?" "I peed all over Master…Your slave is so ashamed." "Um…No, you didn't." I told her "Wha…?" "I didn't pee…you ejaculated." "Latisha doesn't…." she said. I waited. "OH!" she said, thinking. "This slave has read about that several times. It was….Are you sure Master? It's never happened to this girl before." I reached down, roughly thrust one, then two fingers into her wet dripping slit. I then held it up the her face. "Smell it…this is not urine." She carefully sniffed the wetness on my fingers. Then she tentatively stuck her tongue out and gingerly licked at it. She must have liked, for she then greedily licked and cleaned my fingers completely. "Mmmmmm! More Master?" she asked sweetly. "What's with this little cute act of yours Latisha." I asked the girl harshly. "We are not playing here. This is not a game! I brought you in here to make a proper slave girl of you, not to play sex games!" "No Master…Yes Master…This slave means that you are right Master. Please forgive this girl. She simply got carried away in the moment." Latisha responded contritely. Then she grinned at me mischievously and said, "Green, Master?" "Later." I said. I released Latisha from the ceiling hook. "Go to the bar and fetch me a beer, an MGD." She looked down at herself and then at me. "Like this Master?" I lashed her ass with flogger. "Are you or are you not a slave girl now?" "I am, Master." "Then girl, you must obey! When I command a slave, I expect her to follow my orders immediately! Without fail! Without hesitation! Without reservation! Am I understood slave?" "Yes Master…Latisha obeys." She whispered and left the room. I sat in a comfortable chair near the far corner of the room to await Latisha's return. I was pleased with this evening events more than I thought I would when this thing with Latisha started. All in all, things were moving along nicely. Latisha, I was learning was a natural slave girl. Something quite unusual for a black woman given the new politically correct atmosphere in America today. I, myself have never been politically correct. I simply do not believe in it. Many in the lifestyle do not. Moments later, Latisha returned. She crossed the room and knelt before me. She kept her head down and offered the beer to me with both hands. I looked at her. "Master, your beer as commanded" she spoke softly. I took it from her hands and continued watching her. "You were, until a short time ago, a mistress…well you were playing at it…right?" "Yes Master." Then why do you not know how a slave kneels before her master properly?" "Master?…" I reached out with a booted foot and shoved her knees apart widely. "Spread you leg as wide as you are able! Cross your feet and rest your ass upon them. "But Master, my bottom is very sore from the flogging you gave me…it hurts." "What did I tell you about obedience? Did we not discuss this very thing moments ago?" "Yes Master. Latisha is sorry Master. Latisha obeys, Master." "Keep you upper body erect. Hold your head high. A true slave is proud. She takes pride in her body…pride in her service…pride in her slavery. A true slave girl loves to show off her body. She wants to be looked at. She wants to be desired. "Master, this girl indeed wishes to be desired. Most especially to be desired by you, Master. This girl desires to be as perfect slave to you as possible. Command me Master so that I may serve. Anything at all Master!" "Very well slave. Perhaps it is time to get you home." "Master? Will Latisha be staying with you at your home tonight?" "I will not force you to do anything except what you permit. Remember you have most of the control in your slavery while in our lifestyle. While we do believe in masters, mistresses and slaves…above all, we believe in safety for all in this, our chosen lifestyle. Remember, I have no real power over you than what you give me. Once you wear my collar, not the one you wear now, I will decide those things and others for you but, until then the choice is really yours. Do you understand all of this?" "Yes Master, you slave believes she does. About tonight Master, this unworthy slave girl begs to accompany you to your home and stay with you. She also begs your personal collar." She smiled at me demurely. "You may do so then. However, you will need to go to my place in a taxi. I'm on my scooter tonight and you are not and will not be dressed to ride tonight." At that time, there came a soft knock at the door. "Enter!" I spoke loud enough to be heard. The door opened and Jeannie entered. She was now dressed in something that looked like a white full length 'baby-doll' night grown though it was fully see-thru. She was carrying a large paper bag. "Master, My mistress ordered me to bring this to you. It is Latisha's things plus something for her to wear home. She also ordered me to thank you for your loan of me to her." She knelt and offered the bag to me. "Master? May I ask why you gave me to Mistress Emmanuelle instead of keeping me for yourself?" "No. You may not ask. I told you we'd discuss your future at another time and I meant that. Give the bag to Latisha." I reached into my vest and pulled out of my cards and gave it to Latisha. "This has my address and phone number. Get dressed and have Jeannie here to call you a taxi. It's not far to my place. It's…" I glanced at my watch. "…23:45 now…Be at my home by 00:30." I turned and walked out, leaving the girls both still in the room. I left The Keep, got on my '04 Harley-Davidson• Dyna Wide Glide•. I left quickly and went home. I did all of this with a purpose. I was curious to see how well Latisha would do as she had been commanded. I had only to wait. My life was certainly taking a unexpected turn. To be continued…. * Please excuse me if it seems to go all over the place at times, as I am setting up characters and situations for additional chapters and/or stories later on. As always, I find constructive comments a big help and they are always welcome. I am still a relatively new writer compared to most and naturally want to do well.