Date: Sun, 4 Jun 2017 02:35:32 +0000 (UTC)
From: Brian Masters <brianmasters67@yahoo.com>
Subject: Slave to My Black Neighbor Part 7

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Slave to My Black Master
Part 7

by Brian Masters (which means don't steal it cause its mine)

       It all happened so fast after the decision was made. Master moved
into our house and Daddy Art moved into his. Master moved all his clothing
into the room I used to share with Beth and now the two of them are living
together like a married couple while I have moved into the spare
bedroom. Beth greatly enjoyed making up my new room and it is an
embarrassing nightmare of pink and lace. I now sleep in a canopy bed with
pink ruffles all over the top, pink sheets and a pink comforter with a
unicorn on it. The carpeting is one shade of pink with the walls are
another. There are murals of unicorns and fairy princesses all over the
walls.
        Of course I complained and tried desperately to remove myself from
the situation. I told Beth I would just leave without any trouble. I begged
her to let me out of this nightmare and let me go my own way. She just
laughed and told me the facts of my predicament. She told me Master enjoyed
using a sissy white boy too much to let me leave. The videos and pictures
he'd taken of me would ensure my silence and cooperation. She told me she
still loved me as a husband but had no respect for me as a man what so
ever. She was thrilled with what Master provided for her and explained it
to me like this.
        "It's not just his big cock that makes me want him Timmy" she
said. "Jake is a real man. He's strong and intelligent. He's an Alpha stud
and that's what I now know I was missing in my life. I never realized what
a wimp you were till I saw how Jake had tamed you. Now I just see you
differently than I once did. I mean of course I still love you but now,
well, I just enjoy seeing you humbled and humiliated so much that it makes
me wet every time I witness a new level of degradation being imposed on
you. Huh, maybe I don't actually love you after all. Maybe I just enjoy
seeing you beaten down by Jake and Art so much that I want to keep you
around for entertainment. Kind of like a pet or something. I'll have to
give that some thought. Now get back to your chores so I can finish
watching my shows".
       And that was it. The only conversation we'd have on the
situation. Beth was happy and content in her new life and enjoyed
witnessing my debasement. We'd been living our new arrangement for only a
few days now but to me it seemed much longer. Master moved in that first
weekend after outing me to Beth and decided I needed to focus all of my
attention on my new life. He first made me quit my job. I was devastated!
My job was to be my only sanctuary and it was taken from me with no regard
to my needs. It turns out Master is the silent partner in a chain of
nightclubs and receives quite a tidy sum of money each month from those
business dealings so my meager salary was not needed at all. Beth would
continue working but had cut back to part time and making her own
hours. She was doing it just because she enjoyed it, not because the money
was needed with Master's income now driving the household.
       I was now kept dressed as a girl full time since there was no reason
for me to go out at all. Master warned me this was only temporary for as
soon as I looked natural enough there would be plenty of outings to keep me
occupied. That thought sent chills down my spine. All of my male clothes
were burned in a solemn ceremony in the backyard. Master, Daddy Art and
Beth took great joy in throwing my clothes onto the fire as I knelt there
in tears watching my old identity disappear. I was made to thank the big,
strong, black men by sucking their cocks as my clothing burned. I swallowed
their thick cum to the sound of my wife clapping and laughing.
       Master made me wear the breast forms all the time and I was told to
stay hairless and made up like a whore permanently. It was my job to keep
my appearance up to a certain level of accuracy so I had to watch makeup
tutorials on youtube and learn to walk and talk by watching sissy
conversion videos on the more obscure porn sites. There were also the daily
doses of hormones and other pills meant to make me more feminine. Master
and Beth had been making jokes about plastic surgery too and I was growing
more worried every day. Any deviation by me from my prescribed routine
resulted in a beating. We were less than a week into our new living
situation and I already had so many rules and stipulations to follow my
poor head was spinning. But fear of beatings and of having the videos
distributed kept me in line.
       I was terrified to have my family find out about me. I wasn't too
close with my parent since we lived so far from each other but I still
never wanted them to see what I was becoming. My father is extremely
conservative and old school and I knew he would disown me if he ever found
out. Beth knew all this and used it to help Master keep me in line.
       So, here we were settling in to our new lives each of us adapting in
their own way. Master was enjoying the thrill of taking over our lives
while Beth was enamored with the joys of having a real man around the
house. I on the other hand was miserable every day. I hated the horrible
way I was treated by my lovely wife and her lover and started and ended
each day in tears.
       This morning, being the first full morning after all the moving and
remodeling was finished, was no different at all.
       I woke up in my pink fluffy bed at five in the morning as ordered by
Master so I had time to make myself presentable before waking them with
breakfast.  I started by taking a quick shower where I made certain to
shave every inch of my body below my eyebrows. I was becoming quite adept
at this chore and made quick work of it so I could focus on my
appearance. After my shower I quickly performed my toilet duties by
removing the plug from my pussy and sitting on the commode to relieve
myself. I was able to pee through the chastity cage so everything could be
completed from a seated position. I was never allowed to pee standing up
anyway so this worked out fine. I was required to keep the plug in my mouth
the entire time I was on the toilet so that it would be cleaned and stay
lubricated for reinsertion. When finished going to the bathroom I wiped
myself very well then pushed the massive plug back into my stretched out
hole. Having completing that humiliating task I went back to my pink room
to finish getting ready.
       I sat down at the makeup table in my room and began to put on my
face. I applied a base that matched my complexion and then started on my
eyes. I had to use eyeshadow, mascara, and eyeliner to make my eyes pop and
to take on the look of a street level hooker. My nails were fake for now
but I was told to let them grow out. For now my finger and toe nails were
painted pink but I would change them to a color chosen by Mistress Beth
when she grew bored with how they looked. The lipstick was always chosen to
match my outfit for the day and as Mistress Beth had laid out a short red
nightie and panties I used a deep red lipstick to match. My stockings were
white and my heels as red as the nightie. I secured the breast forms in
place and used a push up brad to hold them up nice and firm before pulling
the nightie over my head. I put on my long, wavy, blonde wig and stood back
to take it all in using the full length mirror hanging on the door.
       If I wasn't in such turmoil I might have thought myself
attractive. It was astonishing to me what a little practice and fear could
accomplish. I looked like a slut ready to go out on the stroll for the
evening. I was shaking with embarrassment as I opened the door and headed
out to start my daily chores.
       I began with breakfast for Master and Mistress. How easy it was to
think of my wife as Mistress or Ma'am now instead of Beth. A few hard slaps
to the face by Master had put my mind at ease on that score.
        I made the two lovers bacon, eggs and toast with some orange juice
and coffee, then balancing it all on a tray I headed upstairs to serve them
in bed.
       I stood outside the closed door that led to my former bedroom and
steadied myself before knocking. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves
then knocked softly on the door. Master's voice sounded amused when he
asked, "Who is it"?
       Using my best girly voice I said, "It's your sissy with your
breakfast Master. May I please come in and serve you"?
       They just loved to make me ask permission to enter the room. They
knew how humiliating it was for me to have to beg to be allowed entrance
into a room I shared with my wife for years. Careful not to spill anything
I opened the door and made my way inside.
       The sight that greeted me was a familiar one. Master lay sprawled
out on what used to be my side of the bed completely naked and not covered
at all by the bedsheets. His huge, muscular body was coated in a fine sheen
of sweat and his flaccid cock lay against his thigh still glimmering with
the combined juices of he and my wife's love making.
        For her part, Mistress Beth was covered by the bed sheet up to her
neck as Master no longer wanted me to casually see her nude body. I was
only permitted to crawl under the sheets to lick her clean occasionally and
was not to look at her amazing body any longer. Master was very protective
of his property and didn't want me getting too excited so I wouldn't
accidentally squirt my sissy cummies without permission. His words, not
mine.
       I set the tray on the bed between the two lovers and curtsied as I'd
been taught. They both got a big kick out of watching me debase myself this
way and laughed at my red face as I said, "Is there anything else I can do
for you Master and Mistress"?
       Master picked up a piece of toast and pointed at his cock while he
began eating. I crawled up between his legs and began licking and sucking
his cock clean tasting my wife all over the massive organ. They talked to
each other having a normal conversation as if I weren't even there. Here I
was suckling on this man's cock while he lay in bed with my wife and
chatted about the day ahead with no regard for me at all. I found that to
be extremely humiliating. It was bad enough to find myself in this position
but to be ignored as though it were the most natural thing in the world was
horrifying. They found it commonplace to have me sucking cock dressed as a
street whore while they had breakfast in bed together.
       Master was telling my wife that he had plans for me today while she
was working. He said he wanted to stop by one of his clubs and wanted to
show me off to the staff. He was telling her the club was staffed by all
blacks and they loved nothing more than to see a white boy put in his
place. He said it was great motivation for them and made for a great team
building exercise. It was a strip club out near the airport that was open
from noon till 3am and was always crowded with mostly black airport
employees who worked different shifts. That's what made the club so
successful both day and night time were when someone was finishing their
shift at the airport.
       Mistress laughed at this and thought it was a great idea for a first
outing. She said a closed environment like that would do quite nicely for
my first time out dressed as a sissy since it was easy for Master to
control.
        I of course had no say in the matter and couldn't talk if I wanted
to with Master's cock now fully erect and filling my mouth and throat as I
bobbed my head up and down giving him his morning blow job. My wife and my
Master ate their breakfast as Master turned on ESPN to catch the scores
from last night's games. It was a surreal picture of faux normalcy for the
lounging couple. Just a normal morning for them to be lying in bed eating
breakfast, him watching tv, her checking her email. The only thing to make
the scene feel wrong was the crossdressing husband sucking black cock in
the same bed. I shuddered in embarrassment as I slobbered all over the cock
that had stolen my life from me.
       We went on like this for over half an hour as they finished
breakfast. Master then pulled my head down onto his engorged cock and shot
his huge load down my throat with a satisfied grunt. I then licked him
clean as he and Mistress got up to take a shower together. She wrapped
herself in the bedsheet to keep me from seeing her naked body. With barely
a backward glance my wife said, "Clean up the dishes and get to your chores
cocksucker. That big load of cum is the only breakfast you're getting
today. I need you to keep your girly figure so we're starting a new diet
for you today. Lay out my gray suit for me then get this room cleaned up".
       Master laughed and said, "Damn girl you took control too
easily. You're a natural at taming sissies. I love it".
       I heard her giggle in response just as they closed the bathroom door
behind them. I hurried to clear the breakfast dishes to the kitchen then
returned to straighten up the bedroom. I removed the bedsheets and placed
them in the laundry basket then made up the bed with fresh linen before
picking out my wife's outfit for the day. I knew there was a clean pair of
panties and a bra in the bathroom for her as I had placed them there last
night. It was part of the program to make sure I never saw her naked.
       Just as I finished setting out her clothes, my wife emerged from the
bathroom dressed in her bra and panties. My little clitty twitched in its
cage as I saw her beautiful body. But I kept my eyes downcast so as not to
piss her off. I helped my wife get dressed by slipping on her blouse and
skirt then helping her on with her open toed heels. She picked up her
jacket and peaked into the bathroom to say goodbye to Master then left
without a word to me. I was just a servant to her now and not worthy of her
goodbyes.
       Master was finishing up in the bathroom so I took the time to set
out his clothes for him. My hands were shaking as I worried about where
Master would be taking me today. As he exited the bathroom still naked I
was on my knees holding his underwear for him. He walked up to me and
looked down at me with a sneer.
        "You look good down there sissy. You look like a natural whore on
your knees for your superior".
        I said, "Yes sir, thank you Master" as I held his underwear out for
him to step into. My face was level with his crotch and I was staring at
his thick penis as he placed a hand on top of my head to steady himself
while he placed his right foot through the leg hole of his boxer
briefs. Kneeling here holding his underwear while this huge, black man
allowed me to dress him was somehow more degrading than sucking his
cock. One was forced sex, the other was forced servitude. This was much
more humbling as it felt more servile to me. When Master had both feet in
place I began to slide his underwear up his legs and he stopped me just
before I reached his crotch. Give me a little kiss of respect before you
cover me up.
       I shuddered in disgrace as I crawled around behind the towering
black bull and kneeled in place with my face inches from his ass. I reached
up with my small hands to pull his ass cheeks apart and marveled at the
contrast of my white hands with their long pink fingernails against his
dark chocolate skin. I pulled his ass cheeks apart and moved my face into
the crevice to place my lips directly against his puckered hole. I kissed
his asshole with a loud smacking sound and whispered, "I love kissing you
darling" to his dank hole as I'd been instructed.
       Master laughed at the way I defiled myself then told me to finish
dressing him which I did without further incident. When Master was fully
dressed he told me to fix my makeup which had been smeared by both sucking
his cock and kissing his ass, then to get to my chores while he took care
of some paperwork in his office. His office. It used to be mine but like
everything else in my life it now belonged to my tormentor.
       While Master was working in his office I did the breakfast dishes
then started vacuuming the living room and dusting. It was strange for me
to do housework like this especially dressed as I was. The heels were
difficult to walk in and I felt silly stumbling around on them while
pushing the vacuum cleaner. It had become my duty to keep the house clean
now as Master said sissies were the bottom of the household hierarchy.
       I was just finishing up with the dusting when Master called me into
the office. I hurried in as quickly as possible on the heels with the fake
tits flopping up and down as I sprinted. Upon entering the office Master
told me to get dressed in the clothes Mistress Beth had laid out and then
come back to the office when I was ready. He told me to hurry as he was
eager to get going.
       I hurried upstairs to find an outfit laid out on my sissy, pink
bed. It was a sheer white blouse that ended at my belly button showing off
my stomach and a very short ruffled pink skirt. There were white knee high
stockings with a pair of pink, open toed heels the same color as my
nails. She'd also laid out some jewelry and I was terribly ashamed to put
it on as it made me look like an even cheaper whore. There were large, gold
hoop earrings and several bracelets along with an array of gaudy rings. My
ears had been pierced a few days ago so I was able to insert the earrings
with no trouble despite my shaking hands. The complete ensemble made me
look quite ridiculous but even I had to admit I looked kind of hot. They
had done such a good job teaching me to make myself up that I didn't look
like a man in drag, I actually looked like a slutty young woman.
       After touching up my makeup I made my way downstairs on shaky legs
in absolute fear for what was about to happen. Master was taking me out
dressed like this. I had been worried about being discovered but Mistress
had thought of everything. The push up bra covered the fake tits perfectly
so that you couldn't see the seams where they were attached. Also the skirt
hid my tiny clitty and its cage quite well. Plus the plug in my pussy and
the heels made my walk look completely feminine.
       The entire package was just too much for me to take. I felt like I
was going to have a breakdown so I needed to try again to save myself any
further humiliation. As I entered the office I cleared my throat and began
speaking, not even certain what I wanted to say but unable to stop
myself. I begged, "Please Master don't make me go out like this. Please,
I've done everything you've wanted. I have lived through every kind of
humiliation possible without fighting back. I'm so afraid of you Master and
what you'd do to me but please, I'm begging you don't do this to me. Don't
take me outside like this. I can't stand this any longer please just let me
go. I'll...."
       I didn't get another word out as Master had moved from behind the
desk and slapped my face so hard my head was ringing. He quickly slapped me
again on the other side of the face and tears of pain and terror filled my
eyes. I tried again to speak but Master grabbed me roughly by the arm and
dragged me over to the reading chair in the corner. He warned me to be
silent as he sat down and pulled me over his knees with my ass sticking up
and my face almost touching the floor.
       "I knew you'd try something sooner or later bitch, I just thought it
would have been sooner. Now I need to put you back into your place and
believe me slut this is going to hurt you a hell of a lot more than it
hurts me. I honestly can't believe it took you this long to rebel. Too bad
my lady isn't here to see me discipline your sissy ass".
        With that Master pulled up my skirt and began slapping my ass
hard. He hit me over and over alternating ass cheeks with brutal force. The
plug in my ass made the pain that much worse and I was bawling and shaking
all over. Master's spanking of my panty covered ass lasted forever with him
having to switch hands at one point. I'd love to say it was the hormones
making me cry so much but the pain really was terrible. My ass was on fire
and the savage man kept beating me until I was begging him to stop. I
pleaded through the tears and sobbing till my Master finally took pity on
me and stopped. He pushed me from his lap and I lay on the floor in a heap
crying and rubbing my sore ass. Master stood up and kicked me once on my
ass telling me to get moving and fix my makeup. Another savage kick to my
beat red ass got me scurrying to my feet still crying and sobbing like a
pitiful wretch.
        I hurried to my bathroom and wiped my eyes of the tears before
touching up my makeup. I fixed my face and made myself presentable but
stood there staring at myself in the mirror taking stock of what had
happened. My small rebellion had been cut short by a spanking. A spanking!
Here I was a full grown man trembling and crying from a spanking and I was
so frightened of it happening again that I knew I had to obey every command
of my terrible Master. With a final look to make sure I was presentable I
hurried back downstairs and stood before my Master with my eyes cast
downward still shaking from the beating.
       Master said, "Now that we understand each other bitch let's get
moving. I got shit to do and more lessons to teach your sissy ass".
       As scared as I was at that last comment I humbly followed Master out
the door and walked behind him toward his SUV. Just before we made it to
the car we were interrupted by Daddy Art calling as he crossed the
street. He met up with us by the car and looked me up and down laughing at
my pitiful state. He told Master he'd done a great job training his sissy
and was thrilled with the way I looked.
       Daddy reached over and grabbed my ass fondling it as he talked to
Master. The pain was terrible and I moaned and squirmed as the big man
squeezed my soft cheeks. Daddy said, "So Jake I was wondering if I could
ask your permission to date your sissy".
       I stiffened up and stood completely still listening closely to the
dreadful conversation. I was too terrified to speak as my ass was still so
sore from my spanking.
       Master answered, "Oh course you can buddy. I know you have a thing
for our little Blanca here. When were you thinking"?
       Daddy said, "Well I thought she could come visit me tonight at my
house. I'm horny as hell and could use a little attention from such a cut
little slut. She's such a whore I'm sure she'd love to have a visit with
me".
       I was so scared a soft whimper escaped my lips and both of the huge,
black men laughed as Master said, "Well it sounds like Blanca loves the
idea. You hear that little noise she made? She definitely wants to spend
some quality time with you Art".
       Daddy Art looked amused as he asked, "Is that right Blanca? Do you
want to spend some time with your Daddy tonight"?
       The fear was overwhelming and I was shaking but I knew better than
to object. So, with tears forming in my eyes I said, "Yes Daddy, of course
I want to spend time with you. I'd love to have a date night at your
place". Both men laughed at my obvious discomfort.
       Master said, "I have some business at one of my clubs and I'm going
to teach sissy a bit of a lesson while there but we won't be all day about
it so I'll make sure she's ready for your date tonight".
       Daddy squeezed my ass hard one more time before letting go of me and
saying his goodbyes telling me he'd be seeing me later.
       I climbed into the passenger side of Master's car and kept my head
down as he pulled out onto the street. "Give me a little stroke while I'm
driving sissy. Just reach over and jack me off slowly. I like to be
entertained".
       I didn't even hesitate but instead reached over and unzipped
Master's pants and took out his massive cock. I began sliding my hand up
and down the shaft watching it grow longer and fatter with each
stroke. Master had me spit into my hand to lube it up and I began jacking
him off slowly as he drove me through town. I could feel the heat of his
cock, could feel the blood pumping through its thick shaft as my hand
glided up and down.
       The drive lasted 20 minutes and as we pulled in to the parking lot
Master ordered me to place my mouth over the head of his cock and keep
jacking till he came. He warned me not to mess up my lipstick and to make
sure I swallow everything.
       I stroked him faster and faster till he thrust his hips up and shot
my mouth full of thick creamy cum. I was familiar with the taste and
consistency of Master's cum so it was no problem for me to swallow every
drop without messing up my makeup and I obediently licked the head clean
before placing his cock carefully back into his pants. I thanked Master for
my treat as was customary and we exited the car.
       Master had me follow him into the dimly lit club and as my eyes
adjusted I was shocked at what I saw. There were 3 stages with women
dancing on all of them each in various stages of undress. Two of the women
were black and the third was a large busted white girl of about 19 years
old.
       I fully expected the strippers so wasn't surprised by them. It was
the wait staff that had me in shocked terror. Each and every one of the 5
waitresses walking around the crowded floor was a sissy like me. It took a
while for me to realize it but once I spotted one of them the rest were
easy to identify. Master chuckled as he said, "I see you noticed my wait
staff. Yes, they're all just like you. Dumb ass little white boys who had
to learn the hard way how to obey a strong black man. They all belong to
one of the regulars here. Men like me who love to take a married couple and
make them their own. You could say we have a little club. You met some of
the guys at poker night".
       I swallowed hard and tried to keep from crying as I started to see
the truth of my situation. Master had done this before. He and his friends
were pros at forcing white men like me to be their bitch while seducing the
white boy's wives. My god I was never getting away from this man, he was
too good at keeping up this lifestyle.
       I was shaken from my reverie by Master pulling my arm and dragging
me to the back of the club. We passed the men's room and entered the next
door into a small dark room that filled me with terror. Inside the room was
a small stool on which was seated a distressed looking white sissy dressed
similarly to me. The poor sissy was leaning over with her face to a hole in
the wall sucking a huge black cock that was obviously coming in from the
men's room next door. It was obvious the wretched sissy boy was swallowing
a mouthful of cum as the black man finished shooting his load.
       As the sissy finished and the now flaccid cock disappeared back
through the hole Master lifted the poor white boy by the arm and said,
"You're finished in here for the day DeeDee. Get cleaned up and go back out
on the floor and wait tables".
       The sissy said in a cowed voice, "Yes sir. Thank you sir" and
quickly disappeared out of the room. Master pushed me onto the stool and in
a fierce voice said, "Now listen up bitch, I was just going to bring you
into the club and make you serve drinks all day but after that display of
attitude you showed back at the house I decided to teach you some
manners. So you'll sit your ass on that stool and suck every single cock
that comes through that hole. You'll swallow like a good bitch and drink
every load that shoots into your sissy mouth. Don't you spill a drop and
don't you hesitate at all. I'll be watching from my office through the
camera up on the wall. If I hear even one complaint I'll beat holy hell out
of your ass. You'll think today's spanking was me tickling you. You
understand me slut"?
       I shook all over and my voice cracked as I said in my best feminine
voice, "Yes Master I understand".
       Without another word Master left the small room and locked the door
behind him. I sat on that little stool staring in horror at the hole in the
wall through which I could clearly hear men pissing in the next room. I was
only there a few minutes when I saw a shadow fall across the hole then a
flaccid black cock poked its way through hanging there level with my
face. Knowing Master was watching I leaned quickly forward and took a
tentative lick at the head of the cock. I heard a groan from the other side
of the wall and the cock twitched. I wrapped my lips around the soft
mushroom of the black cock head and began swirling my tongue around sucking
softly. The cock grew quickly and soon filled my mouth with around 7 inches
of length but a girth that rivaled Master's cock in stuffing my mouth. I
bobbed my head forward and back sucking the cock for all I was worth just
trying to get him off as fast as I could just to get this over with. I
reached up and started to jack the shaft of the stranger's cock but he
growled, "No fucking hands slut"!
       I obeyed the command without thinking and continued to suck using
only my mouth to pleasure the strange cock filling my throat. The man
lasted around 15 minutes and without preamble shot his load into my waiting
mouth and I swallowed every bitter, salty drop. I licked the cock clean and
watched it withdraw back through the hole.
        I was just starting to lean back when another cock shot through the
hole already hard and stiff. This one was average sized and smelled
horrible. There were small clumps of white smegma coating the area just
below the cock head and it was obvious the man was no fan of soap and
water. I gagged as I took the entire cock in my mouth in an attempt to wash
it clean right away. I wanted to clear away all the gross filth covering
the cock but struggled to do so as the taste was far worse than the
smell. The man must have been jacking off for a while because he didn't
last long and soon shot the foulest tasting cum ever into my mouth. I
gagged and choked but fearful of a beating didn't allow a drop to spill
from my lips. When the cock pulled out I noticed how clean it was and
shuddered at the thought of swallowing the crud from that disgusting cock.
       I gasped in deep breaths of fresh air trying to clear away the
stench and taste of the dirty black man's cock but was quickly interrupted
by yet another entry through the hole. The cock pointing at my face was
huge. Easily an inch longer than Master's and thicker by an inch in
diameter. I tried my best to fit as much of it into my mouth as I could but
I was fighting a losing battle. My lips stretched to the point where they
hurt badly. My tongue was pressed down painfully hard in my mouth and my
throat was filling to the point where I could feel my neck bulging out. I
moved back and forth over the cock swallowing as much of its massive size
as I could. The punishment lasted for more than half an hour and my jaw
felt as though it were dislocating. Finally the man yelled out and began to
fill my mouth. His load was as impressive as his cock and I fought to
swallow it all. Three times my mouth filled completely and I was forced to
swallow what seemed like a quart of cum.
        The man pulled out of my mouth and laughing said, "Well slut that
was fun but a line is forming over hear so I gotta go. Maybe I'll use your
mouth again before I leave for the day. It's amazing how many guys want to
try out the new girl's mouth. Have fun sissy"!
       And with that he was gone and another cock poked through the hole. I
started sucking it out of reflex while thinking about what the man had
said. A line forming? Oh god no! How long was this torture to continue?
       I didn't get a break for the next 3 hours or more as cock after cock
shot so much cum down my throat that I started to feel full as if I'd eaten
a large meal. My stomach was fighting me, my throat was sore, my jaw ached
and I felt exhausted from constant sucking. My lips and tongue were numb
and all my joints were stiff from sitting in the same position for so long.
       I sucked thick cocks, thin cocks, clean cocks and dirty cocks. Cocks
that smelled like piss and sweat and cocks that tasted like they'd never
been cleaned. I lost count of the number of black cock's that fucked my
face and felt like I could pass out when finally a full minute went by
without a cock poking through the hole and I sat back in surprise.
        The door opened filling the room with light and I squinted up to
see Master filling the doorway. He snapped his fingers and motioned me to
follow him. I had trouble standing as I was so sore and stumbled out after
my black Master. When I entered the hallway Master stood back and took a
look at me and started to laugh.
       "Damn you look like a 50 cent whore and you smell like a used
condom. You are one nasty slut aren't you bitch"?
       With a rough sounding but still feminine voice I answered, "Yes
Master I am a nasty slut".
       I was so tired and humiliated I just stood there on wobbly legs and
stared at the floor till Master said. "Now did you learn your lesson or do
you want to go back in there for a couple more hours"?
       I immediately started begging, "Please Master don't send me back in
there. I've learned my lesson. I'll never mouth off to you again. I'll
never disobey or act out again. Please don't put me back in that terrible
room Master. I'll be a good sissy for you".
       Master chuckled and told me to follow him and we walked back out
into the club. He snapped his fingers at the first sissy waitress we passed
and said, "Yo bitch, get your ass back to the gloryhole. You're up".
        The defeated sissy hung her head and whimpered, "Yes sir" before
trudging back the hallway to her unwanted job.
       Master had me look around at the other servers and said, "You see
what we have here right. It's a stable of sissy bitch husbands like
you. Every one of those white bitches is owned by a strong black man. This
is your future bitch. You were meant to be owned by a black bull so you
remember what you see here and what you just did and keep your place".
        I told him I understood and would be a good sissy for him and his
friends, which made him laugh at me. He told me he was sure I would buck
the system again someday and would wind up back at the hole. He seemed
certain of it as if he'd been through it before.
       Master led me down another hallway and into the room where the
dancers got ready. The room was full of women of varying sizes and
ethnicities. The smell was of baby powder, sweat, and a faint whiff of
pussy. The women all fawned over Master as if he were a celebrity and
either ignored me completely or looked at me with disgust.
       Master introduced me as Blanca and told the women I was his newest
sissy bitch. They all laughed at me and made rude comments about how slutty
I looked. Master told them to keep an eye on me while he finished up some
business in his office.
       He left me in the room full of strippers and I never felt so
alone. The women who were to go on stage ignored me and went about
preparing themselves for their next dance while the others surrounded me in
a circle making comments about my looks.
       They laughed at me and called me a wimp and a weakling while playing
with my wig and touching my ass and fake tits. "You are a nasty little
whore you know that bitch?" one of them said. Another pinched my ass and
said, "You got an ass like a teenaged girl, you sure you're a man"?
       "She ain't no man" another dancer said. "Just look at how slutty she
is".
        "Let's check and make sure" a third woman commented and I blushed
all over and began to shake.
       A tall, muscular, black woman with large breasts stepped forward and
ordered me to lift my skirt. She said, "I wanna see what you packin
bitch. Lift up that skirt and show us".
       I reached down and lifted my skirt up revealing my panty covered
chastity cage which contained my tiny penis. The women all laughed loudly
and heartily. They pointed and the black woman who'd given the order said,
"Shit, that sure ain't no cock is it ladies".
       They all agreed with her assessment and asked me what I called the
little thing. My voice barely a whisper I said, "It's my little clitty"
which caused a new round of laughter and jeering. The women were being
especially cruel to me as if they wanted to humiliate me as much as
possible. It was obvious they had no respect for little white men like me
and they made their opinions known without a doubt.
       One of the white girls stepped forward and bent down to look at my
caged penis saying, "Damn that thing is smaller than my little sissy
hubby's dicklet and I didn't think that was possible. If she wasn't taking
her shift at the glory hole I'd call her in here to compare".
       It actually took me a minute to realize she was referring to the
sissy white boy I had passed in the hall that Master had ordered into the
room I'd vacated. This woman not only worked here dancing in the club but
her poor husband was one of the sissy wait staff. I felt horrible at the
thought of what had become of this married white couple and feared for my
own future.
       The girls continued to torment me pushing me around and eventually
shoving me to my knees. One of the ladies just returning from the stage saw
me kneeling there and said, "Is this the new ass cleaner"?
       The other girls all laughed and I got the feeling they were just
messing with me. That is until the woman who spoke turned around and
presented me with her sweaty ass. "Start licking you sissy white bitch" she
said. "My ass is feeling funky. I can feel the sweat running down my crack
and I need a quick cleaning".
       The other women laughed and called me "Wimp" and "Sissy Ass
Sniffer". They kicked me with their spiked heels and one of them slapped my
face hard. I was starting to sniffle as my eyes filled with tears. The
women laughed harder and told me I was definitely more of a sissy than a
man. Two of the terrible strippers grabbed my head and pushed my face into
their friend's ass crack. The pulled my face up and down along the sweaty
crevice while calling me names and slapping my ass.
       I was forced to lick the sweat from the stripper's ass as I was
tormented by her friends. Her ass tasted salty and earthy and I was
humiliated beyond explanation. What should have turned me on was crippling
me with embarrassment. Here I was in a room full of strippers and I was
crying in humiliation as they made fun of my tiny penis and my sissy
attire.
        I heard Master's loud voice and was almost relieved to be saved by
my abuser. He was laughing as he told the women to be nice and stop picking
on someone who was obviously inferior to them. The women laughed and
giggled as they let me go and I climbed to my feet unsteadily my makeup
smeared and my face smelling like stripper ass.
       Master laughed at the sight of me and said, "C'mon bitch you have a
date tonight so we gotta get you home so you can get ready. Tell the nice
ladies thanks for watching you while I was gone and let's to".
       I mumbled "Thank you" to the dancers and sulked like a child while
following Master out of the club and into the street. The daylight was just
beginning to dim as we walked to the SUV.
       Master told me I smelled too badly to sit in the front with him and
made me crouch in the small space between the rear hatch and back seat. The
ride was uncomfortable and cramped but at least I wasn't sucking a cock
while we travelled.
        When we reached home Mistress Beth was waiting for us and laughed
raucously as I was forced to replay my day in detail. I had to describe
every cock I sucked and tell her how they tasted and smelled. I had to tell
her about the sissy wait staff and the dancers. I regaled her with the
story of how the strippers tormented me and made me like one of their
sweaty asses. My wife loved every detail and hugged Master while he played
with her tits the entire time I talked.
        When I finished my story I was ordered to go take a shower and get
ready for my date. Mistress Beth loved the fact that I had a date with
Daddy Art and said she'd laid out a special outfit for me to put on. I
walked to the stairs with my head down and dread in my heart on my way to
make myself look slutty for my date. I shuddered at the thought that after
the horrible day I'd had and the countless cocks I'd sucked, I still had a
full night of torment from Daddy to look forward to. The tears flowed
freely as I climbed the stairs.

Hope everyone is still enjoying this tale. I'd love to be the sissy in this
story. This is pure personal fantasy for me so I'm loving writing it.

Peace, Love, and Good Scotch
Brian