Date: Tue, 7 Feb 2017 05:22:13 +0000 (UTC)
From: keithjw@yahoo.com
Subject: BLACK MASTER WHITE SLAVE LIFE JOURNEY

Black Master White Slave Life Journey


My attraction to black men started in junior high school. My friend and
swim team captain, Bill, and I were both fourteen-years- old at the
time. He also had a model's good looks and the body to nicely fill out the
Speedo bikinis we wore to practice and to competitions. One afternoon we
were at his house where I started to give him a blowjob; however, our
experience was abruptly ended when his parents returned home from work. We
quickly got dressed, spoke to his parents, and never finished our moment of
afternoon delight.

As a gay white male, I dated white men, but I always preferred dating black
men. Denzel Washington, Cuba Gooding, Jr., Shemar Moore, Levar Button, Jamie
Foxx, Montel Williams, and Michael Jordan were a few of the many black men
I lusted after. I dated many nice white gay men, but no one could make me
as happy as a black man. My college boyfriend, Curtis, and I dated for two
years in college, but ended up breaking up when his parents continued
pressuring him to try and find a black man instead.

After college, I got a job as a stockbroker with a major corporation, which
is where I met the man of my dreams. I had been invited to a luncheon, and
he was there too. As I walked in the door of the hotel meeting room, I
immediately saw a few people I knew and said hello to them before scanning
the room, where I noticed him. With his 6'1" 195 pounds, athletic body, he
was the most handsome man in the room. He was heading to the refreshment
table to get something to drink. My gaydar was in full force, and I walked
to the table and began a conversation with him. He and I formed an
immediate connection, and he asked me if I wanted to eat lunch with him. We
ate lunch, exchanged business cards, and he told me to keep in touch as we
walked out the door.

That night at home, he was all I could think about. I jacked off three
times thinking about him. The first time was thinking of what he'd look
like in his underwear. The second time was thinking of him getting in bed,
and the third time was what he would look like as he was giving me a good,
hard fucking. I decided that in the morning, I would come up with some kind
of excuse to call him and ask him out to lunch.

However, my day was so busy starting off the minute I walked through the
door and didn't ease up until I left the office at 6:55 that night. That
night I jacked off thinking of him four times. I decided before falling
asleep that in the morning I would simply call him and ask him if he wanted
to meet me for lunch. My plans were changed when he called me at 9:17 that
morning and asked me out to dinner that night. Before he could finish his
question, I said yes, as my dick once again got so hard I thought it would
put a whole in my underwear.

After dinner, we went back to his condo, which was less than a mile from
the restaurant. We sat on his sofa and continued our conversation, where
within five minutes later, I felt his tongue down my throat. After several
minutes of heavy kissing, I started to go down to his crotch when he told
me, "Not tonight, if this works out like I hope it does, we'll soon start
Step 1 of a three step relationship plan." I was so embarrassed, but he
told me not to be so hard on myself. We dated the next night, and the
result was the same; his perfect body was still a fantasy.

On Thursday night, we again went out to eat and then returned to his
condo. We kissed heavily once again, and after about five minutes, he told
me, "Go to the bedroom, and get naked." I walked to his bedroom, pulled
back the comforter to his bed, got naked, laid in his bed and waited for
him. About five minutes later, he walked in the bedroom wearing a pair of
red silk briefs. His body was even more perfect than I dreamed about. He
crawled in bed next to me and was now on top of me kissing me. I told him
that he could have his way whenever and however he wanted to use my body.
He then told me, "That's good to hear; I plan to take you up on it."

The next night, as we got in bed, he sat on my face. I rimmed his athletic
ass before he then pumped my mouth with his dick. He fucked my mouth going
deeper and deeper down my throat without ever allowing me to catch my
breath. A few minutes later, I tasted the first load of his warm, salty
cum. He later fucked my ass three times that night.

On Saturday night, I cooked for him at his condo, and soon after dinner, we
were once again in his bed. He was wearing a pair of gray silk briefs as he
looked down at my naked body in his bed. He then opened the drawer to his
nightstand and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. I offered no resistance as
he secured my wrists firmly to the bed; it was my first time ever being
tied up. Again he pumped my mouth with his cum before walking out of the
room for a few minutes. He then returned and repositioned my still
handcuffed wrists before he fucked me, his first time not wearing a
condom. After he came inside me, he then got up, went to the bathroom to
wash up, and then returned to the side of the bed. He was smiling as he
told me, "You look so good tied up; I could easily keep you that way all
weekend." He then asked me if I was ready to move to Step 2, and without
hesitating, I told him I was. Although, I had no idea what he meant by Step
2.

He released me from my bondage and sat down at the foot of his bed in the
middle. I got up, and he then told me to kneel. I thought I would once
again give him a blowjob, but he began talking. "You're a great bottom, and
you handled being tied up really well. I am very pleased with your
performance here tonight."

 Before I could say anything, he put his hand across my mouth. From this
point on, I want us to be in a Dominant/submissive relationship. I expect
you to address me as Sir in both oral and written communication. After
ninety days, we will evaluate your performance to see if you are ready for
Step 3. Are you interested? If not, you're free to leave now with no hard
feelings. What do you want, boy?"

I answered, "Sir, please allow me to be your submissive." He smiled and
patted me on the head. I was then led to the bathroom where he told me I
would be required to shave my chest, pits, crotch, and ass every morning. I
would never be allowed to grow any form of facial hair. Every morning and
night I would kiss his feet in submission and drink his piss.

His piss tasted so good, and I quickly learned to swallow every drop of
it. I was trained long and hard for those three months. I cleaned his home,
did all laundry, cooking, ran whatever errands he assigned to me, and had
my body used for his sexual pleasure at his command. Humiliation was used
almost daily in my training. I was his pussycat at times and lapped every
drop of cold milk in a bowl on the floor. On several occasions, as Sir's
dog, I was given a doggie treat for being a good boy. TT and CBT were part
of my training, and on three occasions, Sir fisted my ass. I was taught how
to worship his feet and began to take pleasure in licking the soles of his
feet clean from his sweaty socks, eating his toe jam, and sucking his
toes. I was no longer allowed to sit on the furniture or sleep in the bed
with him; the floor was now my furniture, and it seemed so right.

One week after beginning my life as a submissive, Sir had me paint the
attached garage to his condo. When I asked him why there was a closet in
the garage he told me, "It was used for storage for a little while about a
year ago. I hope to use it again soon."

During my three months, I was spanked hard when I messed up. Sir trained me
to kneel or stand in the corner for several hours at a time. I worked my
hardest to please Sir in taking care of all his needs in order to avoid his
hard, bare ass spankings with his paddle, hands, and belt buckle.

Some nights Sir dismissed me and told me to go home to my apartment. Those
were long nights because I had become used to serving Sir in all of his
personal and sexual needs. In my own apartment, I soon found it odd sitting
on the furniture or sleeping in my own bed. After a few nights of this, I
then began to sit on and sleep on the floor in both homes.

Three months came by quickly, and I hoped that Sir would be evaluating my
job as his submissive in a favorable way. On Saturday morning, I served Sir
his breakfast in bed and then trimmed his toenails. Sir looked so sexy in
his navy blue briefs. Once I finished trimming his toenails, Sir then told
me, "Boy, go to the head of my bed, kneel, and lower your head. I'll be
with you soon." Sir then left his bedroom.

A few minutes later, I heard Sir walk back into his bedroom. He was now
standing in front of me, and I could see that he was wearing a pair of
leather boots with leather pants. I quickly looked up to see that he wasn't
wearing a shirt, but he was wearing sunglasses and had a riding crop in his
right hand. He looked so handsome in leather. Sir noticed when I lifted my
head, and he bent down to slap my face. "I told you to lower your head,
boy. You did not have permission to raise your head and look at me." He
then continued slapping my face before sitting down on his bed; I remained
kneeling.

"Boy, in the last ninety days, you have worked hard and have become a very
good submissive to me. It's now time for you to move to the final stage:
Step 3. You are now ready to become my property and my slave for the rest
of your life. I understand this is a hard life, since you will give up
every freedom you have as you begin your life of servitude to me. Should
you choose to accept this lifestyle, there will be no changing your
mind. You will be my property just like my condo and my car. You will be
totally inferior to me, and I will take great pleasure in stripping you of
every freedom you have. All your assets will be turned over to me, and you
will own nothing personally. You will exist to please me." He then used his
crop to lift my head up further so we were now making eye contact.

He then said, "I will give you until 8:00 o'clock tomorrow morning to think
about this. You will take your sorry ass back to your sorry ass apartment
and think this over. Should you choose to accept my generous job offer,
there will be a key and letter under the doormat tomorrow morning. Open the
letter and follow the instructions. If you are not here tomorrow morning at
exactly 8:00 o'clock, I'll understand. But remember, if you choose to
become my slave, this will be a lifetime position. Remember there is no
turning back as you learn to embrace your new life of inferiority and
enslavement to me." He then left the room; I got dressed and left Sir's
home.

For the rest of the day and all that evening, I felt like a kid at
Christmas. I could have given Sir his answer the night I became a
submissive. Yes, I wanted to be his slave; I wanted to serve him for the
rest of my life. My last day of freedom was like the first two days of our
first meeting; I can't remember how many times I came that day and evening
thinking of what new responsibilities he would require of me. At the same
time, I realized that in a few hours, cumming like this would only be
allowed when he would give me permission to do so.

I arrived at the condo at 7:55 and waited until 8:00 o'clock before picking
up the key and opening the letter. I read my soon-to-be Master's letter
written in his beautiful cursive writing:

Slave,

Attach the key to my home on the key ring for the vehicle I will allow you
to use. Then, go in the garage and hang up your clothes in the closet
there. This is where you will keep you clothes from now on. You will dress
and undress there every morning and every evening, since you will never
again wear clothes in my home. Then go in my bedroom and kneel with your
head lowered and wait for me. You have five minutes to do this.

Master


About ten minutes later I heard my Master enter the room. Once again, I
could see he was wearing his leather boots. He was tapping his cane in his
hands, and I took a deep breath. The moment I had wanted for three months
was now here, and I was so excited and a little nervous at the same
time. He then spoke.

" Your life in slavery now begins."  He then bent down and attached a
leather collar around my neck. "That fits you well. Unless I tell you
otherwise, you will wear this collar the entire time you are in my
home. You will take it off only to sleep, to shower, or when I tell you to
do so. Understand, boy?"

"Yes, Master."

 Master then sat down on his bed and ordered me to crawl to him. He read my
slave contract to me. It of courses stated that I was to address him as
Master. It stated several things I was already doing as a submissive:
sitting and sleeping on the floor, my body shave, and the morning and
evening kiss of his feet and drinking his delicious piss. I was told that
the use of credit cards or checks was prohibited unless I was given
permission to use them. My contract also stated that I should be home from
work no later than 6:30 every evening. All monetary assets would be
transferred to Master's name, and in the event of his death they would be
returned to me. There were several other provisions Master explained to
me. He asked me if I understood my contract. I told him I did, and we both
signed our names to it. I was now officially his property, his slave, and
his inferior.

He then began my official slave training. CBT was brought up to the next
level. He used his leather boots to step on my dick and balls. As I moaned
in pain, he then lifted his foot and kicked me in the balls. "Get used to
this, boy. It will get more intense very quickly."  He then grabbed the
leash to my collar, and I crawled to the third bedroom of his condo, my new
home.

In the bedroom, I noticed a table set up in the corner where a chair and
end table had been just the day before. I was told to lie on the table,
which I noticed was a bondage table. In twenty minutes of slavery, I was
now receiving my first slave training session.

Master grabbed eight straps and strapped me securely to the table; there
was no way I could move. He then inserted a mouth gag. Clamps were attached
to my pecs. A string was tied around my balls, and then clothespins were
attached throughout my body. Master told me my safe word would be "dirt
bag" when I didn't have a mouth gag. In cases like today, I would squeeze
Master's hand if the pain was getting too rough for me.

	Master started pulling on the clamps on my pecs and then squeezing
on the clothespins. Realizing this was now my life, I tried to sit back and
get used to this new bondage table activity, which Master told me would be
"his fun." He then took the clamps off my pecs and bit them with his teeth
while at the same time pulling up on them. Through my mouth gag, I was
letting out muffled moans of pain. Master then laughed, "Get used to this,
boy. This is your new life."

	He then attached the clamps once again, and then he started hitting
my balls with a ruler and then a ping-pong paddle. I was squirming trying
to avoid this, but of course, I was going nowhere. Master then made a fist
and began hitting my balls with his fist. My first bondage table experience
ended with Master using his belt and spanking the tops and bottoms of my
feet. He then put away his belt and left the room. I lay there with sore
pecs, balls, and hurting feet.

	I'm not sure how long he left me there, but Master eventually came
back into the room. He told me he would not have me on the bondage table
often, but I better get used to it because he enjoyed doing this to me. He
then released me from the table and told me to fix him lunch. I fixed him a
boneless chicken breast, baked sweet potato, and garden salad. After
serving Master his lunch in the dining room, he told me to fix myself a ham
and cheese sandwich and to bring it to him. He then stepped on it with his
leather boots before pissing all over it. The rest of my first day in
slavery was spent cleaning the condo and then going to the grocery store
for the next week's meals.

	My first six months in slavery were spent in very intense training,
which has helped me become the slave and property Master is proud to
claim. Master outlines my daily routines and duties, and I follow them
without question. Of course, when I mess up, I am given a severe spanking
and punishment to follow. For the most part, we have established a
comfortable routine. Sometimes at night or on the weekends, Master allows
me to sit on the floor near him and watch television or read.

	Luckily, I am not punished too often. My destiny was met when I was
intelligent enough to realize it was to spend my life in servitude to a
very strict and very demanding Black man. Master still does have me on the
bondage table occasionally, just as he told me in my first day of
training. Another time I am often punished, whether I did anything wrong or
not, is when Master watches movies like Twelve Years a Slave, Roots, Gone
with the Wind, or other slave-themed movies. I am then punished with either
a spanking, time on the bondage table, or both.

	When I became his human property and a slave, I was a young man
twenty-nine, and Master was thirty. From our first meeting to today,
sixteen years have flown by. I have now been his slave for a third of my
life. At times, it seems my life as a man in freedom was centuries
ago. Fortunately, I was able to meet the man whom I love and who has
rewarded me with the honor to spend my life in servitude to him. Thank you,
Master, for allowing me to be your slave.