Date: Tue, 9 Jun 2015 18:58:57 -0400
From: Swduma
Subject: Lady Baltimore & The Temple Of Doom

Lady Baltimore & The Temple Of Doom (BlkF/WM, BlkM/WM, D/s, Exhibitionism,
WaterSports, Chastity Device, Toys, Consensual) by Swduma 2015
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Lady Baltimore & The Temple Of Doom Chapter 1
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Remember that forgettable Indiana
Jones movie with Cate Capshaw opposite Harrison Ford where a fierce shaman
grabs a beating heart out of a live man's chest? Then the desperate soul falls
into a fiery pit.That's me. Sorta.I lost my heart to an exotic alchemist of
Dominance and submission. Lady Baltimore held the epicenter of my being in
Her hands. Like that demon in the Indiana Jones flick, She held my heart aloft
in triumph. Then casually, She fed it into a wood
chipper.Bbbrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrruph!! Mashed, splintered, pureed, sliced, diced,
fricasseed, spit out and gone. My body a vacated torso, my head a spinning top. All
that remained was a hollowed-out shadow of a man.I loved Lady Baltimore. I
loved how She molded me. I loved how She dominated my thoughts and actions.
I loved how, well, how She fucked me with Her strap-on and made me Her
slave.I met Lady Baltimore on a sun-dappled Sunday afternoon in Maryland. I saw a
FetLife announcement from ClubFEM for a munch. I fit their description of a
sub male seeking a female-dominated relationship. I'd been without a Domme
in my life for a couple of years. I felt unfulfilled and lonely. It was, I
deduced, time toget back into the game. At age 48, I still had an athlete's
build and a full (almost) head of blondish hair.At the munch we filled two
long tables at an Italian eatery. I felt like a wispy gazelle on the Serengeti
as the surrounding lionesses gauged my tastiness. These expert feline
predators hid their claws as we chatted and bantered about. But if I ran, I
imagined a quick strike of teeth into my flank. I stayed still.The entire group
was comprised of maybe 25 Women and 10 men. Next to me sat a mother/daughter
combination. They liked to dominate men as a tag team duo. On my other side
was a very interesting woman into Greek poetry. We discussed Euripides and
Homer but then I was spent and She took pity on me and turned to a cocky
red-headed man who owned a Ferrari.My problem? The panel here was as white as
Hillary Clinton's dorm mates at Wellesley College. I had only served Black
Women. My first Domme was a serious Ebony Superior who taught me about
servitude and obeying Women. Ever since, my brain has been imprinted that Black
Women equaled Dominance and authority. I've never had the yearning to bow down
to a white woman, although I'm sure they are worthy.Then, She walked in.She
was regal. She walked with a purpose. She was dressed in a green, floral
print sundress. It hugged Her curves and highlighted Her fine Black carriage.
The bodice was cut so a hint of bosom flashed for my delight. Her hair was jet
black with a Geisha Girl comb atop. Her high cheek boned face was accented
by a shiny gold nose ring.She was a vision of power and beauty.She was also
accompanied. A small, milquetoast white man followed at her hip. She
consulted another woman, pivoted and then kissed the guy on the lips. He slunk
away.Lady Baltimore took a chair opposite me and offered a knowing smile. My
pulse quickened and I fought off my first impulse to crawl under the table and
kiss Her feet. Shyly, I lowered my gaze and offered a meek, "h-h-hello."
Eventually, She struck up a conversation with me. We agreed about the dominion
of Black over white and that She was an experienced Domme who owned a stable
of white men, including Her husband, a cuckold slave ... the man who had
dropped Her off previously. I opened up about my experience kneeling before
Black Superiors and She seemed genuinely delighted.Upon leaving the
restaurant, She slipped me a piece of paper with Her name and e-mail address. I'm
surprised I didn't wet my pants.When I arrived home I posted this: Dear Lady
Baltimore: I need to serve You, Ma'am. I knew immediately that You are a
Goddess par excellence.I need to worship You, Master. For You are royalty and
worthy of worship.I need to obey You, Mistress. Because You are wise and noble.
To my delight, She responded: You will serve Me.You will worship Me.You will
obey Me. Hosanna in the highest! I was off on the most exciting adventure
of my life.Lady Baltimore is a wise, kind, gentle, demanding, authoritative,
sensual and expert Domme. She deserves the highest respect.Unfortunately, I
let Her down and as a result, I was down and out with my aforementioned
heart in the wood chipper.

    Lady Baltimore & The Temple Of Doom Chapter 2
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There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow. From the day I met Lady
Baltimore at a ClubFEM munch, I fell hard. I knew then I would serve Her
and be as a tiny bird cupped in the palm of Her hand.Nearly a year had passed
since that first meeting during which She led me into a new realm of
servitude. She controlled my thoughts; She controlled my body; She controlled my
destiny. But everything was prelude to our final night together ... which I
shall detail shortly.Of course I'd fallen in love with Her. Her white cuckold
husband didn't know. I think Lady Baltimore understood even though I hadn't
professed it to Her.Here's why I was in love. She tapped my innermost
desires. She understood my need to abase and serve. She's fun and beautiful.Lady
Baltimore is a little over 40. She stays in great shape and dresses in
classic vanilla designs while in public and provocative fetish wear during
scenes.I recall one evening at The Crucible in D.C., She wore a blue official
police hat, a blue officer's on-duty jacket, jodhpurs, long black kick-ass boots
and carried a MacArthuresque riding crop. The jacket was unzipped and She
wore neither shirt nor bra. Her full ebony breasts spilled out and flashed
Her cocoa nipples.One guy couldn't keep his eyes off her and finally came up
to us and introduced himself. He was effusive in his praise. He said he had a
breast fetish and finally admitted that he would go directly to heaven if
he could just touch Her's one time. After about an hour of getting felt up by
this guy, Lady Baltimore put a stop to it. He exploded and called Her a "
cock tease." We moved away. I wanted to come to Her aid but it was bizarre. I
was wearing high heels, pink panties and a bustier. I didn't feel like being
a Clint Eastwood enforcer, nor did I look like one. We spent the rest of
the night dodging him.I apologized for not standing up for Her. Still a little
shaken by this guy, She sternly said: "I don't need you for that. You're
not my man. You're not a man at all. You're my boi cunt. I need you on your
back with legs spread so I can fuck you. I don't need you for anything else.
Don't ever think you're any more than that."Well, at least I knew where I
stood (or knelt).Another thing that blew my mind, was our mid-week lunch
dates. I would drive down from Philadelphia and arrive at Her place in
Baltimore mid-morning. She was always waiting with some surprise. Once She greeted
me on the porch ... stark naked ... in Her crowded, row-house neighborhood.
She didn't care who saw.Another time She drank cup after cup of tea waiting
for me. Frantically, with wide eyes, She ordered me to strip ... NOW! and lay
down in the tub. She came flying in and positioned Herself over my face and
let loose a fire hose stream of piss that She had been holding. It was
dreamy.I usually arrived at 10 and by 10:02 I was naked and getting my ass
lubed. Within minutes I was sucking Her big black dick. The strap-on was snug and
I loved to deep-throat that cock, at least until my gag reflex kicked in.
Then Lady Baltimore would deftly change to a smaller, more slender cock we
picked out together, slip it in the harness and get my ass in the air.The
Woman was a marvel. Never any pain, never any hesitation. She fucked me probably
over a 100 times and it was always nirvana. This time I recall screaming
for Her to "Fuck me, Master! Please fuck me." I'm usually reserved and quiet.
But She hit the spot that morning. She often said to me: "If you lived
here, I'd fuck you three times a day, morning, noon and night." It happened a
few times.On one of those triple play days, we were dressed and ready for our
lunch date at a nice restaurant downtown (post-morning fuck). She wore a
pretty, pleated skirt and a short sport jacket. When we returned, She ordered
me to strip for my mid-day fucking. She watched me undress and as soon as I
was on all fours She came up to me ... still in Her nice clothes. That was
odd. Pulling the skirt up I could see why. She had worn the strap-on dildo
under Her skirt to lunch. Clever girl. I loved it and engulfed the big dick in
my mouth with gusto. She fucked me like never before—doggy style, and then
bent me over a chair ... on my back with legs splayed ... and finally on all
fours again. Thinking back to our lunch I had no clue She was still
sporting a cock. Man, I was hot for Her.After this second fucking of the day, we
took a little shopping trip and picked up a new outfit for Lady Baltimore. It
was a long "Matrix-like" black coat with shiny pants and bodice, like the
one worn by Carrie Ann Moss in the film. She looked stunning in it. For some
reason She didn't want to linger and mull over more clothing. She was
unusually rushed.We hustled home and I gathered that She was just horny for my
third fucking of the day. This time I was ordered to get dressed in frilly
things. I retrieved my bag and put on a black collar, black thong panties,
garter belt and smoke stockings, and my treasured black spike heels. She was in
Her lingerie, white panties and a white bra. The contrast with Her stunning
silky black skin took my breath away.As was customary, I modeled for Her,
walking an imaginary catwalk sashaying my hips from side-to-side like a
stripper. Then, the doorbell rang. "Answer that, pet, will you?" She said with a
sly grin. I did. At the door was a handsome, 6 foot Black Man. His hair was
cropped short and he appeared fit and trim. I invited him in and he and Lady
B. exchanged pleasantries. I felt somewhat embarrassed dressed as a slut.
But hanging in the air was a sense of excitement that made me more intrigued
than shy."Is that any way to greet our guest?" She asked. "No Ma'am, I
responded" and immediately fell to my knees and kissed the shoes of our mystery
man. "Welcome, Sir," how may I serve You, Sir?""Well, Matthew, how may my
white boi slave serve You?" She purred."Now?""Yes, now," She
agreed.Matthew slowly undressed. He was chiseled. Strong, sleek, a god. When He dropped
His trousers my eyes, of course, went straight to His groin. I'm used to
seeing well-hung Black steeds. But Matthew was a little different. His cock was
beautiful but stubby. And fat! This guy was as wide as a Coke can but only
about four inches in length. That girth, though, was impressive."Matthew,"
Lady Baltimore asked, "what would you do with this white boi?""Whatever I
felt like!""Good answer. Please proceed."And proceed he did. Matthew rammed
my head into his groin. I sucked and licked his ebony pecker until my mouth
ached. After twenty minutes or so, I felt a gloved hand daubing lube in and
around my ass. Matthew was in my face pulling a condom over his porky-pig
pecker.He and Lady Baltimore switched positions and I started to suck Her
enormous but well-known phallus. But my attention was keenly aware of what (who)
was behind me as Matt slapped his cock on my rump and then aimed for the
prize. My asshole was uneasy as the wide-body jumbo jet pushed to get inside
me. I was stretched and keelhauled until I screamed a bit. Lady Baltimore
laughed out loud. "That's a thick one, mate, just relax and don't embarrass me.
I promised Matt a good ride on a white boi's ass. Give it up, boi."So as
not to let my Mistress down, I accepted the ebony intruder and rode it hard.
We rocked and rolled for nearly half an hour. My Lady at the helm and the
man at (and in) my stern.Here ended my third fucking of the day. It was a
religious experience.There are scores of encounters I fondly recall. For
instance, I love it when two Mistresses are talking with their slaves under tow. It
seems like we're invisible as the ladies talk about us. One time Lady
Baltimore and I were at a private party where we knew most everyone. Her good
friend came over with Her slave. As we stood mute, Lady Baltimore rattled on
about the new T-style ball spreader I was wearing to separate my testicles and
allow My Lady easy access."Drop Your trousers, boi, and show Her," Lady B
ordered. "I like that look plus they're hanging right there for punishment
or fun. He had a piercing in days past, you can see the little purple scar,"
She said while pointing out the particulars. All the while, we men were
standing by like bulls at an auction. "His cock is way too small for my taste
but the balls hang nicely.""Yes, they have a certain buoyancy to them," as
the other Domme cupped my hanging fruit. "You know I had a slave who had the
whole Prince Albert thing done. Bit of a mess, though, he had some problems.
My current boi is great with me milking his prostate. Does he like it? Sure
... and he drinks his cum right up. He's a fricking slut.""Mine, too,"
Lady Baltimore chimed in."Did you know he's got a new cage?""No! Can we see?"
 Lady B asked."Sure," as she pulled down Her slave's panties to expose a
new Spike Cage male chastity device. "I like it," she said admiringly. "You
can see it's a stainless steel spiked cage. He's got a good sized dick. So,
I got a cage that is bigger than most. But I really like the seven spiked
rings, beginning at the base and ending with four spikes inside the head
touching his dick head." She was glowing.Not once were we included in the
discussion or even acknowledged for being there. Such is the life of a true slave.
Truth be told, it turned me on more than a little for Mistress to show me
off to Her colleague.Many other times Lady B. fucked me in front of others. I
was shy at first but got to like it. Over a whole week, we worked on a
Master/slave contract. That was fun, except for the condition that my alabaster
ass would be marked with Her initials. But I looked forward to the item
saying I had to move into Her basement as soon as Her daughter moved out.Then,
alas, came my final day of being owned by Lady Baltimore. It was no different
than other outings. We were to meet up with three of Her friends in the
hotel room and go to The Crucible in DC from there. The ever-imaginative
Mistress bought a pouch for me with zoo animals on the front. (I had worked for a
major zoo.) I stripped and put on the pouch with a string backside before
our guests arrived.I met these strangers at the door. Because they knew Her,
they were not surprised to see a white boi 99% naked. There was one guy
Mistress had obviously played with, a chubby Black Woman city employee, and a
tall, dark-haired Asian Woman. She was beguiling and upon seeing Her my pouch
began to swell.First, the chubby girl, an S&M B&D newbie, needed to get
dressed in fetish gear. She had a nifty leather corset with long purple laces in
the back. Lady B. worked on the front while I pulled in the laces, She
pulled in Her blubber, I pulled the laces tighter, She grimaced and sucked in
that gut again and I finally tied Her off. The young Woman was a sport but had
to be close to passing out ... and the night was just starting.I had my ball
spreader on under the pouch. I was told earlier to wear panties and
stockings so I then proceeded to get ready. I made sure I was within view of the
hot Asian Woman. That was easy because She had been watching closely. When I
dropped the pouch and exposed myself, She asked: "What's that?""That's my
little white boi cock, Ma'am," I wisecracked."No. I mean the do-dad
thing-of-a-jig around it."I explained and offered Her the possibility for closer
inspection. "You can touch it if You would like, Ma'am," I offered. She came
closer in the rather tight hotel room and felt the leather and my balls. With
that, I thought someone had turned down the thermostat. But it was the
icy-cold breath of Lady B. observing this interaction. She was not pleased. I
had forgotten to ask before offering the Asian Woman a feel.The car ride to
D.C. was equally icy. Once when I chimed in on a topic, She said plainly: "You
are not to speak, unless you ask permission. Understand, boi?"Whew. She
meant business.Later in the evening, Mistress ambled off to be flogged by an
expert whip maker. She liked to switch on occasion. When She did I extricated
myself. Watching Her in a beta position ruined the illusion for me. I was
wandering around when a guy told me to come and help. They were ganging up on
a very willing woman who was spread eagle on a large drop cloth. They had
two women eating out Her crotch, a guy at each foot sucking Her toes, a guy on
Her left breast and .... me. I started licking Her right nipple and looked
down to see ... the Asian Woman from the hotel room.Yummy!I lost myself in
these chores for what seemed like an hour. The Asian princess was moaning and
writhing. I don't know how many orgasms She had but it was certainly
multiple. She grabbed my head a few times and forced me to Her lips where we
kissed. Heavenly! My hand continued working on Her breast. I was a regular Sgt.
York in manning that battle station. I was no deserter until ....A dark
stiletto heel plopped down near Her breast. I knew immediately. I had been here
too long. Lady B. had completed Her fetish spree and was in search of a boi
to fuck. Instead, She found a man who was enjoying the fruits of this Asian
wench without Her permission for the second time this night.I got up on my
feet—a little wobbly from so much sucking, licking and kissing—and nearly
fell over Lady Baltimore."We're going home. Get dressed now. I'll gather the
others and find a ride for her. Shouldn't be too hard."The ride back in the
cool Autumn air was quiet.At the hotel the other two departed. Lady
Baltimore and I retired to bed as is our norm. I slept with Her but only touched Her
when called upon. Mainly She would ask me to fetch Her strap-on and She
would take me right there often with me riding that dick so She could watch.
Not tonight.We talked for a while and the topic of slavery came up. She
intoned that I didn't really know the true meaning of slavery. That my actions
tonight were a breach of trust and a slap in Her face. I should read up on
slavery, and not just this kind. The real kind about African slaves who didn't
have the options I did. From now on, that's the type of relationship we would
have. Chattel slavery, metal chains and whips. I was to understand what
real slavery was and be grateful for such a kind Owner."It's a different world,
" She lectured, for real slaves. After experiencing the real harsh slavery,
you will respect your Owner and honor me."I said: "What do You really know
about that kind of slavery. You were never a slave yourself. Nobody alive
today is or was.""Get the fuck out of my bed!" She screamed. "Take me home!
Now! Damn you! I've had enough off your backtalk. Smart-ass fucker!"We
packed in a hurry and left in a huff. I drove Her home and She slammed the
door. That was the last time I ever saw Her in person. Next morning I received
an e-mail from Her cuckold husband banning me from Her presence. I was never
to contact Her again. He was glad to see me go. I was a definite threat and
I think he wrote that e-mail or made it more harsh.So, an inviting nipple
sent this relationship to its doom. I often wonder where I'd be if I was still
under Her spell.Years later I did contact Her and it was a friendly on-line
chat. She apologized and said She missed me. I, too, apologized and told
Her I missed Her. Reconciliation yes. Resumption, no. Those bridges were not
only burned, they were napalmed.Lady Baltimore is well-known in the D/s
community. She's done very well and is a star. I was a lucky guy to serve under
Her even if it was for just one year.But I would sell my earthy soul to just
one more time get on my knees and kiss Her
feet.

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