0 comments/ 73637 views/ 5 favorites The New Kings Ch. 1 By: nicklord Angela knelt in the hallway as she heard the garage door open and the BMW slowly roll onto the concrete floor of the garage. The hallway marble was cold and hard on her knees, but she knew she would not be in this position much longer. She was naked, except for the red four inch heels, and her ass did not rest on her heels, but rather clenched tight and at attention around a fat, six inch dildo. Her back was ramrod straight, her red hair pulled tight in a pony tail that hung down against the pale white skin of her back. Both hands grasped the opposite elbow behind her back causing her size 38 tits to offer themselves proudly. Her training allowed her to balance in this position indefinitely, and even throat fuck her Master's cock to completion if he desired. The hallway door opened and she kept her eyes down at the Italian shoes that walked in the door. "Hello master, thank you for allowing me the pleasure of receiving your cum, licking your ass and worshiping your balls. Thank you for allowing me to clean your house and scrub the garage floor for Master's BMW." Such was the type of greeting Thomas Dawkins expected every night. The gratitude of his bitch slave was very important to him and it must show that she knows her place. He stopped to look through the mail he picked up coming in the driveway. Angela knee walked to where he stood and kissed each shoe, then resumed her position waiting for his pleasure. He absently mindedly let one of his big black hands fondle her tit. The thrill caused Angela to close her eyes, her pussy gushed. This life Thomas had given her made her head swim with excitement almost all the time. It was the most wonderful roller coaster ride she could think of, and she did not want to get off. Master Thomas was very demanding, and he had put her through a lot in the short time they knew each other. That was only six months ago, but it seemed like a lifetime. Thomas Dawkins was a tall man with rich black skin. His privileged upbringing gave him time to indulge in many active pursuits all over the world, and there was nothing he liked better than a good workout, or a groveling white bitch at his command. He was also very rich. "Get my chair ready, I will be there soon" Thomas casually said as he walked away. "Yes sir" Angela said as she gracefully rose to her feet in one fluid motion. She walked with purpose to the living room, but always maintaining the sexy sway to her walk that Thomas wanted to see. She carefully poured his favorite dark beer in a glass and placed it on a table next to a large black leather chair. She placed the day's newspaper, and several of his favorite magazines on the arm of the chair. Then she waited for Master Thomas, resuming her position, back straight, knees apart, arms behind the back and tits out. Sometimes he might make her wait for hours while he worked in his study, or talked on the phone. Today he strode into the room right away. He stood by the chair, still looking through his mail, sometimes opening a letter and reading the contents. Angela knew what to do. "May your bitch slut remove your clothing Master, so that I may clean your ass with my tongue if you give me that privilege" Angela's pretty face looked up from his shoes. He did not reply for several minutes as he read his mail, then he looked down at her. "Yes you may bitch" He sneered. Withe careful movements she opened his pants and slid them and his boxer shorts to his knees. When he sat in the chair she removed his shoes and removed his pants from each leg with a practiced precision that prevented any needless wrinkling. Then she removed the shirt carefully, without disturbing him as he now read the newspaper. When his clothes were removed she quickly went to the closet and hung them neatly. The cock of Master Thomas hung black and beautiful, a full 10 inches soft with large hairless balls that hung like ripe fruit against his muscular thigh. Angela brought two ottomans to the couch for each of his feet so he sat spread eagle reading his paper, sipping occasionally on his beer. Angela was so happy to see him relaxed and enjoying his evening at home. She had learned, often the hard way, to be grateful for this, to serve her man, to have a man that wants her service, and does not ignore her. A man that needs his cock milked all the time, when he doesn't have her busy with all her many chores and duties. Master Thomas believes in keeping her busy all day, and most of the night. She kissed his feet lovingly. "May your bitch worship you with her mouth and be privileged with your wonderful cum?" She pleaded. Making her voice as submissive and sexy as possible. Master Thomas continued to read the paper as she licked and kissed his feet with luscious red lips. He sipped his beer and casually turned on the TV using the remote, and turned to the financial news. Almost fifteen minutes passed while Angela was expected to keep up a very enthusiastic worship of his feet. Then suddenly he reached down and grabbed her by the pony tail and roughly brought her up to a kneeling position. He slapped her hard across the face "One, Thank You Sir" Angela said as her eyes teared up. He coldly slapped her fat right tit, hard. "Two, Thank You Sir". He pulled her forward and spanked her ass so hard with his big black hand that her whole body moved, and a hand mark was raised on her soft white skin. "Three, Thank You Sir". She must always count, and be grateful. He always took the time to show her who was the boss. "You may start with my ass" He said simply and leaned back. "Thank you so much, sir" Angela sighed and leaned forward to stick her tongue as far up his asshole as possible, her face smashed into his ass crack. Her cunt was wet all day thinking of her Master, but now her juices dripped down her thigh. She wiggled and moved her tongue in his asshole, then took big licks up and down his ass crack before returning to his asshole. She had come to love this more than anything else. Because it was the most selfless and intimate thing she could do for her Master, she felt close to him, and good, when she licked his ass. She will continue until he tells her otherwise, sometimes she may worship his ass for an hour or more while he watches TV. Eventually he looked down at her, working so hard to give him pleasure and gave the simple command "Continue". For Angela this meant she could now continue on to his balls and cock. This is what Master Thomas often referred to when he said "My bitch knows her A-B-Cs"; She knows how to worship ass, balls and cock. Angela would smile with pride. Now with her tongue extended as far as possible she licked from the asshole all the way up to the balls, and began giving the balls and ball sack deep licks of passion. The big ball sack would often cover half her face as she licked, her man's aroma filling her nostrils. "Thank you Master, thank you for your beautiful balls" She sincerely said, between her licks and kisses. Angela did not use her hands, and her arms were tightly held behind her back, her back arched, her tits out, so that when Master looked down he saw his bitch available in every way for him, a perfect figure of female service to her Master. Angela could see how wonderful and hard Master's cock was getting so when he gave the command "Throat" she was not surprised. She made her tongue wide and flat and licked him all the way from the balls, up the big, hard, black shaft, to the golf-ball size head before swallowing the entire twelve inch length. She forced it down her tight throat, just the way he liked it, then stroked it with her tongue and throat. After several minutes she let the cock pop out of her mouth so she could go down to the asshole and lick it well but quickly, then continuing up to the balls, before plunging the whole cock down her throat again. Master groaned with pleasure, which was music to her ears. She used her tongue at the base of his cock while her throat worked at the tip. Her nose flared with the need for air as her she could feel the heavy ball sack, wet with her saliva, rub against her chin. She must work to drain his cum without her Master moving at all, he should not need to buck his hips or hold her head. She must do it all with her mouth. She must milk his cum at least three times per day. This was the second and could be the longest. Her morning cock worship, after serving him breakfast, and before beginning her many chores for the day, was often the time when he let her have his cum quickly. She was lucky to have a man with so much cum. "Finger" Master Thomas growled. This told Angela he was ready to come and she could now use her finger to stroke his asshole while he shot his cum down her throat. His cock stiffened even more, then a load of thick cum shot down the back of her mouth.. She used her lips to milk the cock gently as another load landed on the back of her tongue. She stole a glance up at her Master and saw his eyes closed, a look of calm on his face, and her heart almost burst with happiness. She would continue to milk him with her mouth. Then she ask for permission to give him a relaxing sponge bath as he watched TV, or read a magazine. She loved her life now, but six months earlier she did not even know Thomas Dawkins. She was just a depressed middle aged white woman in Charleston, South Carolina, that didn't know how wonderful life could be. The New Kings Ch. 2 Six months earlier. Thomas Dawkins drove his sleek BMW through the streets of Charleston, on his way to the wealthy white neighborhood where he had just purchased a large and expensive home two weeks earlier. He smiled to himself. Thomas Dawkins was a rich black man. At Harvard he was a champion weightlifter and his coal black skin stretched over an impressive mass of sculpted muscle. At a height of six feet four inches, his handsome face and green eyes was almost overwhelming to people when they first met him. But there was something about Thomas Dawkins no one knew. He was one of the New Kings. The New Kings was a secret organization of black men, wealthy black men, that wanted to promote the domination of white society by black men. It had started as a group of friends who noticed how some black men, like Thomas Dawkins, seemed to be able to gain the devotion of any white women he chose to take as his lover. It seemed only natural to take it one step further and make the white woman his slave. The New Kings used their money to establish a program of white woman enslavement that worked amazingly well. They employed a full time researcher who used the resources of the internet, tax information and local gossip, to identify women who were vulnerable and ready for a rich black man to sweep them off their feet, and eventually make them his slave. At the age of twenty-eight Thomas Dawkins had been using his talents to subjugate women for years, and he had not yet tired of it. Now he drove home to his newest conquest, Angela Brown. Angela Brown was the favorite type for the New Kings. She was a pretty white woman who married her high school sweetheart and lived a very conventional life until life's tragedies left her middle aged and penniless, feeling depressed and useless, ready to meet a rich, black man that could make her feel alive again. And Thomas Dawkins did. After her husband's bad investments and ultimate suicide, she was without money, without a job, and without friends or family. At the age of forty two she was still very pretty, and her body boasted the proud curves of round thirty eight inch breasts, and a firm ass that only recently began to gain a little too much weight. So when Thomas Dawkins called her to offer her a job as his personal secretary she did not hesitate. When they met and she saw the beautiful home owned by the rich handsome black man with the intoxicating green eyes, she was speechless. Growing up in Charleston, she had never been friends with black people, and never worked for one. And Thomas Dawkins was so charming, and made her laugh, as he took her to the nicest restaurants, only occasionally asking her to write a letter for him, or organize his papers. She had never felt this happy, so when he told her after a few days he was leaving for Jamaica, she did something she thought she would never do; she seduced a black man. They went to Jamaica together and she fell in love with this man who taught her things about sex she had never known, especially the pleasure of sucking his cock, which she came to love, as she loved him. Now she sat in his living room, watching TV and dreaming about how wonderful she felt that morning when Thomas fucked her. Since returning from Jamaica she had moved in to Thomas' house and left the shabby apartment she rented. The few dollars she had saved, she gave to Thomas. She was so flattered that this young man wanted her, and she wanted to be with him all the time. Like any rich, young man, he was very dominant and self-assured about everything he did, and she had realized how much she wanted that. A strong man in her life. So when he told her to clean the house, she cleaned the house. When he told her to make dinner, she made dinner. But today he told her to scrub the garage floor. She thought he must be kidding. She would not scrub the garage floor. She heard Thomas drive his BMW into the garage, and soon he came through the door and into the living room where Angela sat. "Hi baby" She said, suddenly surprised by his look of anger. She had never seen him angry before. "We need to talk" He said very calmly as he sat on the sofa next to her. "I told you to scrub the garage floor and you did not do it" Angela's mind raced. She did not want him to be angry, she did not know what to say. Did he really expect her to scrub the garage floor? He could see the confusion in her face. "You don't need to say anything, just listen. You're a little too old to not know I'm the boss. And you're a little to old to not be punished when you don't obey. Otherwise, maybe you're a little too old for me." He looked into her eyes so intensely she squirmed, and looked at the floor. "Now, this is what you are going to do. You are going to strip, go to my closet and bring me my black belt. Then you are going to bend over the arm of this sofa and I will belt whip you until you have learned your lesson." He said without emotion. She began to cry, half in confusion, half in anger. How could he say such a thing to her? "Or you can leave" he said "I don't have the patience for selfish little girls." Now Angela was hurt. How could he let her go so casually. She did not know what to do, and yet she could not sit there with his eyes burning into her. She ran to the front door, and out onto the sidewalk. She needed to think. What was he saying? She began to walk, her blouse and shorts already damp in the July heat of Charleston. She walked and thought for almost an hour before returning to the house. They needed to discuss this issue in their relationship. The house was dark and Thomas was gone. The computer code for the door lock was changed. Angela began to worry that he was still angry with her, but she decided to wait, there on the door step. It grew dark. She realized she had no money and no place to go. She was forty two for God Sakes, she thought, why is she getting a man like Thomas angry. If she could just talk to him she was sure everything would be alright. It began getting late and she went for another walk, to kill time until he returned. When she came back to the house she was glad to see the lights were on. She knocked on the door, and when Thomas opened the door she could see a young girl standing behind him, the smooth skin of her arm encircling his muscular chest. Angela's world came crashing down. What had she done? She threw away the best thing she ever had. Of course he was with another woman. A man like that could have another woman whenever he wanted. She became hysterical. "Please Thomas, please take me back. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." she pleaded. "I will do whatever you say. Always. I promise." Thomas smiled coyly. This was the part he loved. The part when the woman realized she had no where else to turn. When she was desperate for the man, and the life, she had taken for granted. "But you left. I thought you did not want to be with me anymore." He stated innocently. "No, Thomas. I should not have left. I beg you. Please give me another chance." Tears flowed down her face. Thomas frowned slightly. "Go around to the garage. Strip naked and begin the job you should have done today. I will be out there soon, and then we will see if you learned your lesson." Angela was so relieved to have a chance to redeem herself that she did not think twice about his degrading instructions. Nor did she think about the girl he was with now. All she thought about was pleasing Thomas Dawkins. Her wonderful black lover. The man that always made her feel so good. She went to the garage and immediately took off her clothes. Naked, her nipples became hard as she searched the garage for the scrub brush, and then began scrubbing the garage floor. Her tits swayed under her as she scrubbed on her hands and knees, so happy to have a chance to please Thomas, and win him back. It was almost thirty minutes before Thomas came out to the garage. "I'm scrubbing Thomas. Just like you wanted me to. I want to be good for you." She said desperately. Thomas stood above her as she scrubbed. "Listen to me carefully. I will only say this once. I am a twenty eight year old man who can have any woman I want, and anything I want. You are a forty-two year old stupid bitch with nothing, and you don't even know how lucky you are to be with me. Its time to grow up Angela. I am the boss and master, and I know you like that. Now you must show me how much you like that." He threw a pair of red high heels on the floor. "I am going to show my guest to the door. You are going to decide who you want to be. When I return you will have the high heels on begging to suck your Master's cock before your belt whipping, or you will be gone. If you do not beg well, and sincerely, you will be gone. If you do not please me, you will be gone. If you do not obey me completely, you will be gone." And with that, he returned to the house. Of course he was right. She could see that now. She loved his dominant ways, and she wanted more. He was right to punish her. She was stupid not to please him. She was stupid not to see how lucky she was. She put the high heels on and concentrated on how she would please him when he returned. How she would make him want her. She could hear the sounds of the girl leaving. Then a few minutes passed and Thomas walked out to the garage in his bathrobe. Angela was on her knees. "Please Thomas, I beg you let me suck your cock. I want to be your girl and scrub your floors. I will do anything you say. I want to be belt whipped for not doing my chores. Please." She wailed. He walked up to her and released his robe so that his cock hung like a ripe banana in front of her mouth. "Okay bitch, all the way down your throat." He instructed as she instantly opened her mouth and he drove his cock down her throat as he held her head. She gagged and snot erupted out of her nose. He drove his cock to the back of her throat twice more before letting it pop out of her mouth. "You must learn how to take my cock all the way down your throat all the time." He cooly advised her, as he rubbed his cock and her spit all over her face. He began to slap her face with the full weight of his cock, as he took a full hand hold on her red hair so that her face looked up at him when the black cock came down against her cheek and nose. Angela was happy to be used like this, to know he found a use for this stupid bitch. She also felt so hot and wet. She knew now that she wanted be his obedient bitch. "Things are going to change. You need to learn that I am the boss." he said. "First, you will call me Sir, or Master, unless I tell you otherwise. Second, you will please me completely with your obedience and servitude, or you will be punished. Third, you will show your gratitude always for having such a good man, including the punishment he gives you. Do you understand?" He pulled her head away and looked down at her. This was her chance to show him she understood, to show him she wanted him, and how glad she was to be his girl again. "Yes, yes, I understand sir. Thank you for letting me have this chance. Please belt whip this stupid bitch for not pleasing you today." Angela's warm blue eyes were glazed with lust and love as she looked up at him. He smiled and placed his hands on his hips. "We will see bitch, but first lick my balls and cock until I cum in your mouth. And do it well." "Yes sir" she mumbled as began to lick his ball sack and stroke his thick hard cock. She stroked his ass with the other hand as she noticed how close to orgasm she was. This man knew more about her than she did, he knew she wanted to be on her knees for him, loving him for allowing her to be his bitch, his slave. She swallowed his cock hungrily. Taking it down her throat. Trying to please him in all ways. She stoked his balls now with one hand, one hand rubbing his ass as she tried to stroke the shaft with her mouth an throat. Thomas Dawkins looked down at his conquest that enthusiastically sucked and licked him. He was going to cum all over her face and teach her to thank him for his cum. Then he would begin making her his new little white cum slut slave. She was a natural, he thought. The New Kings Ch. 3 Angela worked hard to empty her man's balls. She did not think about the cold concrete floor upon which she kneeled, or her aching jaws that stretched over the veins and skin of the magnificent black cock. All she could think of was how to make him feel so good he would let her be his girl again. Just a few weeks earlier , before she met Thomas, she was a southern white girl who married her high school sweetheart and settled into a middle class life with no children and a husband that drank too much. After her husband's death she realized she had no livelihood, no money, and a future of working odd jobs at real estate offices. She had always been told how beautiful she was, but at the age of forty two that would not do her much good. Now, as she sucked on the black cock of this handsome millionaire, she realized that this was the best she could hope for, and she better not blow it. She needed him desperately. "Tighten your lips and stroke me faster with your mouth, bitch" Angela worked her head faster up and down the cock. She let the cock sink deep into her throat as she looked up at Thomas with her blue eyes. After a few minutes she let the cock pop out of her mouth long enough to slide down the side of the shaft with her tongue until she was able to take big long licks of the ball sack before returning to stroking the cock with her lips. "OK, I'm going to cum. Watch closely how I squeeze the cum out of my dick. You will be expected to do this in the future. I will cum on your face, and then you will thank me for the privilege and honor of having a man who has a load of cum for you." Angela listened carefully to everything he said, she wanted to follow every instruction. So when he pulled his cock from her mouth and jerked it off on her face, she watched carefully to how he stroked his cock as it spurted cum all over her face. "Thank you Sir, thank you for your cum. Your cum is wonderful and I am so lucky you allow me to have it on my face" She gasped gratefully, as she continued to stroke his balls and ass with her hands. Thick wads of cum decorated her face, as she continued to look at his cock and face, looking for direction as to what she should do next. When he said "Lick my cock, balls and crotch clean" she was eager to obey. She gave deep licks to his cock and balls, thinking how wonderful it would be if she could make him hard again. He lifted one leg up slightly so she could better lick his crotch. "When I say you are done, you will quickly go to my study and retrieve my video camera and tripod and set it up in the dining room. Then get my thickest belt from the closet and bring it to me. I will be relaxing in the living room." Angela listened as she concentrated on licking the bottom of his scrotum where it was most sensitive. Thomas looked down at her efforts, looking for ways she could improve her service to him, his cock beginning to thicken once more, until finally he said "You are done. Go do as I have told you. Do not wipe the cum off your face." Angela balanced on her red high heels, naked, and made her way to the study, trying to focus on his instructions. She knew he kept the camera tripod, and camera, in the corner of the room. She did not let herself be distracted by what he wanted the camera for, or the punishment she knew was coming. So far so good, she had made him cum, she had given him pleasure. Maybe he will forgive her, let her be his bitch again. Her punishment was justified. She is a stupid woman that needs to be taught a lesson. She will do anything Thomas wants. She set the camera up in the dining room and went to get the belt, her tits jiggling as she hurried down the hall. When she brought the belt to him, as he lounged on the couch in his bathrobe, her breath was shallow with anticipation. She kneeled, gave him the belt, and, not being sure what to do next, she began to kiss his feet. The black skin feeling good against her soft white cheek, and plump red lips. "Go lean over the dining room table. Stick your ass out for me. Keep your legs straight. Keep your arms straight so that your tits are available to your Master when he beats your ass." "Yes sir" said Angela and obediently assumed her position in the dining room with Thomas immediately following. "Now, a white bitch needs to show the world how much she wants her black Master's belt across her ass. I'm not letting anybody claim I'm doing something against your will. After all, this is still Charleston, South Carolina. So the camera will document your sincere begging for each stroke of the belt. After each stroke I will throw the belt across the room. You will count the stroke, thank me for it, and go get the belt. Then you will kneel, give me the belt, and beg for the next stroke. Do you understand bitch?" Thomas casually walked to the camera and switched it on as he spoke, then returned to the naked Angela, her back arched, her tits swaying under her, obviously doing her best to present her ass the way Thomas wanted. "Yes sir" She said, when almost immediately the belt came down across her round soft ass. "Ahhh!" A cry leapt from Angela's lips. Then she heard the belt as it landed on the floor across the room. She had never experienced that kind of pain before. Her mind could only think of the pain. She slumped against the table, she could feel the mark of the belt on her ass. It took her too long to recover. Thomas walked back to the camera and turned it off. "Get out! If you can't take your punishment like a big girl. If you don't want to have a strong man who is willing to discipline you, I don't have time for you. Get out!" Angela was jolted out of her confusion. "No Sir, No Master. I want you to belt whip me. Oh my God!" She fell to her knees and kissed his feet. "You are right. I need to be punished if I don't please you." She stumbled to the camera and turned it on. Then she retrieved the belt from the floor and kneeled before him. "Please belt whip me and teach me how to be your good bitch. I want to do everything right for you. I want to obey you and make you feel good all the time. I am a stupid bitch and need to be belt whipped when I don't please you. Please belt whip sir" She stood and leaned over the table continuing to beg for the next stroke of the belt. Thomas idly mauled her tits as she stuck out her ass for him. "Then we will start again, if you insist" And the belt came down with breathtaking force. "Ahh! One, Sir. Thank you sir" She grunted as she stood and walked to the belt that was thrown across the room. Thomas watched her walk away and return, then kneel and beg for another stroke. In this way, Angela must participate in her own subservience, she must totally accept her life as his bitch and servant. Thomas will require this of her everyday, until she knows of no other way. Again she leaned over the table and stuck her ass out. Again the belt came down. "Ahh! Two sir, Thank you sir" At the number ten, tears rolled down her cheeks, mixing with the cum and snot that involuntarily erupted from her nose during. "Te...Ten, sir, Thank you sir" She stuttered in misery. Thomas laid the belt across her burning ass. "Put the belt away and clean yourself up. You may freshen your make up, but remain naked. Be quick about it and come to me in the living room when you are done. We will see if you have learned to obey." Its over! Is all Angela could think. She vowed to never displease Thomas again, never require him to discipline her with the belt. She quickly washed and made herself as pretty as possible, committed now to do everything he asked instantly, without question. So when she knelt before him and was instructed to lick and tongue fuck his asshole she did not hesitate. "I may often enjoy my balls being emptied after discipline" Thomas told Angela as she ministered to his tight shit hole"That is one of the many times you will practice your ABCs. Asshole, Balls and Cock worship. As you are doing now. I will expect you to beg for this privilege, and perform your service with gratitude. You must also learn to throat fuck properly, as well as take a hard fuck up your ass hole. All with gratitude. You may now, move up to my balls, bitch." "Thank you sir" Angela moaned as she lick at the big luscious balls. She listened to every word and only thought how her Master was kind enough to give her instruction. She was grateful, and so lucky, to be on her knees licking his balls. The New Kings Ch. 4 In the coming weeks Angela’s life changed forever, without her really having the time to think about what she wanted. Thomas’ demands and rules immediately took up every minute of her day. She knew she did not want to risk losing him again, she knew she had no where to go and noone the help her, even if she wanted help. And Thomas explained to her very patiently, it was now her duty to obey him completely, and take care of him and his house, always. Thomas told her she was beautiful and therefore she must always be naked for him, with high heels and a sexy swing to her walk. Thomas made a long list of daily duties, including a complete cleaning of the home, punctuated by two extensive workouts to keep “her 41 year old body” in good shape, he would remind her. Thomas would add to her duties continually and she was expected to keep a daily diary of her service. A service for which she must always express her complete gratitude. Her days were so completely filled with service and obedience she could no longer think of any thing else than the proper completion of her tasks. Thomas made it very clear that he would discipline her immediately for any infraction because he couldn’t tolerate an “ungrateful bitch”. His discipline took many forms, other than the more ritualistic belt whipping she received for overall problems with performance. The most common was the brutal spanking when he would lift her by her pony tail and growl “Ass”, at which time she was required to stick out her ass prominently for the swat of his big black hand, as she counted and thanked him for each one. This happened on a recent afternoon as she completed her new toilet duties. She was now required to attend all his bathroom needs, from cleaning him after defecation to ensuring his cock was handled properly for the complete evacuation of his bladder. She held his twelve inch cock while his great stream of piss hit the toilet water. At the same time she used her other hand to gently stroke his ass, while she licked his nipples. All part of Thomas’ instructions to aid him through a good piss. The feel of his cock, and this degrading duty she must perform, and perform well, filled Angela with a heat she could not explain. “Thank you for letting me hold your beautiful cock while you piss into the toilet you let me clean” Angela said lovingly before resuming her duties. The soft white skin of her hand lovingly caressed the firm black skin of his buttocks as her pretty face rubbed against the black smooth chest with her pink tongue dancing across the muscles and nipples of his chest. Thomas critically watched her performance as he fondled her fat tit. When he finished pissing, she licked the tip of any excess piss and, with the cock in her mouth, looked at the shaft and felt the balls for any areas that may need lotion, or require cleaning with her tongue. Sometimes her efforts would make Thomas hard, and today was no exception. “Finish what you started bitch, I need to meet with the bankers in thirty minutes” He said in a menacing tone. Angela fell to her knees and immediately took the cock down her throat. She stuck her tongue out as far as it could go as her nose flared for air. Thomas demanded the first stroke to hit the back of her throat. A tear of exertion trickled down her cheek, her tongue worked to give him pleasure. Thomas stood with his hands on his hips watching her closely. One of her hands stroked his large ball sack lovingly as the other stroked his ass or erotically massaged his asshole, a delicate white hand against the firm black skin. Suddenly, he lifted her by the pony tail causing his fat black cock to pop from her red lips, “Ass” he simply states, causing Angela to turn and arch her back, presenting her ass for his big black hand. WACK, the impact lifted Angela’s whole body off the ground, her big tits swayed and jumped. “One, Thank you, sir” WACK “Two, Thank you, sir” “Now, show me you love my cock!” She dropped back to her knees and again swallowed his cock, grateful he only spanked her twice. Soon she was licking his balls and trying to see, despite the flesh of the ball sack draped across her face, whether Thomas wanted his asshole tongue fucked. When she saw him look at his watch she redoubled her efforts and began making long open tongue licks of the ball sack before taking his cock down her throat again. It is then he held her head and jammed the cock as far as he could into her mouth as he unloaded his cum. She swallowed quickly and often, both to drink his cum and to create the contraction of her throat muscles around his cock that will drain him completely. She breathed through her nose as quietly as possible because Thomas loved to cum and she was not to disturb him as he completely emptyied his balls. Sometimes it could go on for several minutes. This single minded devotion to Thomas had become a life she enjoyed more and more. She was happy to be busy in this forbidden life of obedience. She wanted to be good for Thomas, who was openly proud of his demanding ways. She began to see how it made her a better woman; the exercise and diet he required had made her body slim and firm, with a round ass and big tits, she was less selfish and better at giving her man pleasure. The days went by quickly as she lost herself in the intimacy of Thomas’ world. Thomas took his spent cock from her mouth and slapped her face with it as she began to lick it clean. After a few more minutes he said “Crawl to the bedroom and get ready to dress me. Be quick! I will be wearing the green suit” Angela’s body was wet with sweat as she worked at the stair machine. She found herself thinking of Thomas as she increased her pace for the last thirty minutes of her workout. He was so handsome and smart. He often spoke to her about their life together and why it was important that she always know it was her choice to be his woman. He often required her to write him long letters telling him how much she wanted to serve him. She did not know why, but she felt so safe and secure when she was under his control. Next she went to the weight machine to shape and firm her arms and abdomen. The sweat dripped on the floor. The house was silent. She must be able to hear the BMW if Thomas returns home early. After her workout she showered and put on her makeup, and high heels. She was stunningly beautiful ans as she checked herself in the mirror, her red hair pulled back tightly, then falling against her soft white skin, she thought “Thomas makes me beautiful”. There was still many chores to do. Naked she scrubbed the bathroom floor. Thomas was very fastidious and wanted a complete cleaning of all the bathrooms and the kitchen each day. Her breasts jiggled slightly as she scrubbed. She thought of ways she could please Thomas when he returned; a small gesture of adoration, or a way she could move her tongue better as she worshiped him.