Date: Mon, 13 Feb 2017 00:03:59 +0000 (UTC)
From: keithjw@yahoo.com
Subject: Black Master White Slave Life Journey..Part 2

Black Master white slave Life Journey
Part 2


	After receiving almost two -dozen emails and questions within two
days of my posting, Master told me to write this second piece to answer
those questions. The questions were typical: What's a typical day like for
your Master and you? Does your family know you're a slave?  Did you always
want to be a slave? Etc.etc. I'll try to answer them all as best I can.

First of all, yes, this story is our REAL life story. I am a white man who
is a slave to a strong and dominant Black man. With much gratitude and
enthusiasm, I plan to be at his mercy and his beck and call 24/7/365 for
the rest of my life. The story I wrote and posted on Nifty is how our
relationship began. Here's a little more detail of our initial meeting and
our day-to-day life together.

	We met at a charity luncheon sixteen years ago. Master is an
architect, and I am a financial planner for a major corporation. In
college, I dated a black man whose parents pressured him to find a black
man instead of a white man, which is why we broke up. I dated white men as
well and always hoped that I would find my Mr. Right to spend my life
with--whatever race he would be. During the luncheon where we met, I was
very interested in him and found him to be intelligent, charming, strong,
confident, and yes, so damn handsome. Two days later, we had our first
date.

	I fell in love with him instantly, and I had hoped he might be
interested in me as well. Being a slave had never even crossed my mind. On
our fourth date, he sat on my face and pumped my mouth really hard with his
dick, and this was the first time I swallowed his cum. Yes, I now hoped
even more that he would be interested in me.

This was the first test he put me through to see if I showed potential for
him to soon dominate me. I really made bonus points with him when I told
him he could use my body anytime and anyhow he chose to. I was so horny
when I said it; although, I meant every word of it. My comment pleased him,
and he realized at that moment that it would be easy for him to take
control of me, and he could now start the process for me to begin my life
in slavery.

	When he tied me up to the bed the next night, I never resisted, and
that also pleased him. After fucking me, he left, and when he returned a
few minutes later, he was pleased that I was still calm and not
overreacting to still being tied up. I told him how much I enjoyed it and
asked him if he could do it to me again. He laughed as he released me, and
I can still remember him saying, "Good; I'm glad you enjoyed it. This is
just the beginning of what I have planned for you."  A few minutes later,
he became my Dominant. It was an immediate enjoyment for me to be his sub,
and from the moment I accepted this position, all I could think about was
how to please him. Again, I never figured that three months later we would
soon move up to the next level: Master and slave.

	When I questioned Master about having a closet in the garage, he
told me he had used it in the past and hoped to use it again soon. After
becoming his property and slave, I learned that a year and a half earlier,
his first slave (a black man) got tired of a life in slavery, and Master
granted him his freedom. The garage closet was once again occupied because
it is where I now keep my clothes. I dress there in the morning and then
leave for work. When I get home in the evening, once the garage door
closes, I immediately undress from work there. When I enter and leave
Master's home, I am always naked and collared. It is my responsibility to
attach my collar in place (" my uniform" as Master calls it), and of
course, he attaches the leash to it whenever he chooses to do so.

	A typical weekday morning begins this way. I get up about 60-90
minutes before Master. I do a few minutes of exercising and then shave my
pits, chest, crotch, and ass before showering. After showering, I then put
on the coffee maker before going back into Master's bedroom. I then kneel
on the side of his bed and wait for him to wake up. Usually, he is already
up by this time. He then gets up, and I begin kissing his right foot to
show another day of gratitude to him in being his slave. When he removes
his foot from my mouth, I then do the same thing to his left foot. A few
minutes later, he'll guide his dick to my mouth, and I swallow his morning
piss.

	Master then sits up in his bed while I go into the kitchen to get
his breakfast. On weekday mornings, we eat toast and drink coffee. I place
his breakfast on a lap tray and then serve him breakfast in bed. I then
stand a few feet away from his bed and lower my head while he eats. When he
is finished, I remove the tray. He then goes into his bathroom to shave and
shower. I then go to the kitchen, eat my own breakfast and clean the
dishes. I then go back into his bedroom and make his bed and lay out the
clothes for him to wear to work.

	When Master finishes his shower, he comes back into the bedroom
with a towel wrapped around his waist, exposing his perfect body. He
usually sits in a leather chair in the corner of his bedroom while his body
cools down. When he gets up, my duties as his valet now begin, and I remove
the towel wrapped around his waist. He'll lift his arms, and I'll rub
deodorant to his armpits and then spray his cologne on him. I'll then dress
him and see if he requires anything else of me.

	A few minutes later, Master leaves for work. I follow him to the
garage where I remove my collar, and I then get dressed for work. We
usually leave his home around 7:30 every morning. I usually return home
from work before Master does, where once the garage door closes, I now
undress, put on my collar, walk inside the house, start preparing dinner,
and wait for him. When he comes home, I then undress him. He often times
has me give him a full body massage or sometimes a long relaxing foot
massage. I've come to love worshiping his feet when I am allowed to do so.

I then serve him dinner in the dining room. While he is eating, I stand
several feet behind him, once again with my head lowered. If he needs
anything, he rings a dinner bell, and I immediately respond to his
needs. When he is finished eating, he then goes either to the office area
of the condo or to the living room. I then go into the kitchen and eat my
dinner, standing up over the kitchen counter. I then clean the kitchen and
then go to wherever Master is.

I have selected corners in the living room and bedroom where I
stand. Master requires that I am seen and not heard. I speak when spoken to
and must raise my hand to request permission to speak unless I am having a
conversation with Master. In the corner, I have my punishment and my
relaxed stances. My relaxation stance means I stand as straight as possible
with my hands on my side and try to move as little as possible in order not
to disturb Master. Sometimes, he'll let me sit in the corner and
read. Other times, he'll allow me to sit on the floor in front of him to
watch television. He then uses me as his human ottoman and rests his feet
on my shoulders.

	Usually I stand in the corner until bedtime. When Master announces
it's time for bed, I then go into my slave bathroom and brush my teeth. I
then go into Master's bedroom and pull back the comforter to his bed and
wait for him. Once again, I'll undress Master and then dress him for
bed. He likes to sleep in silk boxers with no shirt (he wears silk briefs
during the day). Before I place his boxers on him, I once again kneel and
swallow his evening piss.  He gets into his bed, and I then go to the foot
of his bed and I pull out the sheet and blanket I use to sleep, which he
allows me to store under his bed.

At one time, I was allowed to use a pillow to sleep on; however, once when
I was punished twelve years ago, Master took away this privilege and never
reinstated it. At the time Master told me that sleeping with no pillow
would serve as a reminder of my inferior status and prevent me from
thinking like an uppity white slave. The plush carpet in the bedrooms is
very comfortable and makes a nice pillow. Of course, i am grateful to have
such a comfortable sleeping area on the floor on the side of Master's
bed. It's nice to be able to look up at night and see Master resting
comfortably in his bed.

	On weekends, the routine changes drastically. I still get up at the
same time and do my morning routine while Master usually sleeps later. His
breakfast is usually more elaborate since he has more time to relax and
enjoy it. Every other Saturday, I trim Master's toenails. He'll rest his
feet on a low rising footstool. As I trim each toenail, I place the
clippings on a tissue, which is on the floor on the side of the
footstool. Sometimes when I'm finished, he rewards me by letting me suck
his toes. I have learned how to give Master a pedicure, and I do this
periodically in the warmer months since he likes to wear Adidas or Nike
slides with his shorts.

         Master uses this toenail trimming time to review the cell phone he
allows me to use for texts and phone calls. He also checks the emails to my
personal email account, which I must have permission to use. I also turn in
my spending report for my weekly allowance ($20.00). I must account for
every item I buy by producing receipts and returning the remaining cash. My
allowance is for food, snacks, breath mints, sodas, etc., and may never be
used on any personal item unless I first receive permission from
Master. Should the receipts and cash not balance, I am punished and lose my
allowance for a few weeks.

Master then gives me a grocery store shopping list for the food to buy for
the next week's meals and tells me whatever other errands he may be
assigning me. Master then tells me whether to write a check or use the
credit card for these transactions. Otherwise, I may not use them without
first getting permission. I then leave the house to do the errand(s) and
return home to clean house, do the laundry, and cook several dishes to eat
during the week. I also wash and change the sheets to Master's bed as
well. My laundry is done after Master's, and my clothing is never mixed in
with his clothing.

	Master is an avid golfer and plays when the weather permits (we
live in Michigan). Otherwise, he may play basketball, volleyball, or tennis
with other friends and Masters, go to the gym, go out to lunch with
friends, or make a date with another bottom (he's been in an open
relationship ever since we met). I stay home and cannot leave the house
without permission. Should I finish my household duties before Master
returns home, I am then allowed to sit in my corner and wait for him to
return home.

	On Sundays, we go to church. Before my slavery, I was a Methodist;
however, since Master is an Episcopalian, I changed faiths. For the second
time in a weekend I am allowed to temporarily wear clothing to attend
church with Master. Sometimes, Master will pay for us to go out and eat
after. Those times spent with him are always nice. Sometimes Master goes to
the gym on Sunday afternoon, and in summer he often goes swimming in the
pool the condo association built several years ago. I then either stand or
sit in the corner and wait for Master to return home, unless he has
assigned me other chores to do.

	My parents were older when they got married (32 and 40). Four years
later, I was born (an only child). Mom died when I was ten-years-old, and
Dad died when I was thirty. He died about a year after I became a slave. He
met and really liked Master, but he never knew when we visited him that I
was sleeping on the floor in my old bedroom while Master was sleeping in
the new comfortable bed he had gotten for the room.

Master's family and friends know of our status. Master and his Brother
(whose slave is American-Samoan) have an older sister who is aware of her
Brothers' ownership of us. His sister, brother-in-law, two nieces, and
their boyfriends are used to seeing we two slaves naked in their
presence. Master knows that his brother-in-law (who is also a white man)
would like to have a slave as well, but his sister would never approve of
this. She is accepting of her brothers' lifestyle as Masters, but she has
expressed many times she doesn't think it is right. I still have the
greatest amount of respect for her; she's a great woman. Both Master and I
think his brother-in-law would make a great Master. In time, I think his
sister would enjoy her status as a Mistress, but it will probably never
happen.

	Master is in a Tuesday evening poker club. Every Tuesday night the
men rotate their homes as hosts. The club has black and white men, with gay
and straight men. When it is Master's turn to host, the men are now used to
seeing his naked white slave serving them drinks and snacks. The few
straight men in the group aren't as nervous seeing me naked and collared as
they once were. Usually when a new straight member sees me naked the first
time, he may often ask me if it hurts to shave my crotch every morning
since he may have never seen a man's hairless crotch before. Master has a
great group of friends.

	Fortunately, I am not punished very often. When I am, Master
usually gives me a hard spanking with his hands, belt, and belt buckle,
cane, or paddle. I then stand in the corner with my hands placed in the
middle of my back. I have stood in this position for as long as ten
hours. When Master checks in on me, I must raise my hand to get permission
to speak. When he plans to have me punished for most of the day, he will
usually give me a five- minute break to use the bathroom and get something
to eat before I once again resume my position. When he is inspecting me, I
always get so nervous because if I move too much, he will then give me
another spanking.  He does have a bondage table, but he does not use it all
that often. The most he uses it is every weekend in February. I hate those
years February may have five weekends.

	Every February during Black History Month, Master and I spend
either a Saturday or Sunday afternoon or evening each week watching several
episodes at a time of Roots. I will sit on the floor on the side of him
while he grips the leash to my collar. Whenever a scene showing
mistreatment of a slave is shown, Master then tightens the grip to my
leash. When we are finished watching the miniseries for the day, he removes
the chain and collar from around my neck. This is my cue to crawl to the
bondage table, get up on it, and wait for him. He'll then strap me securely
to it and give me a severe punishment of TT, CBT, and spanking my feet
until they are about to bleed. He'll spit in my mouth when he doesn't
attach a mouth gag on me. This is my punishment for the mistreatment he
believes his ancestors in North Carolina must have gone through when they
were slaves. He sometimes keeps me strapped to the table for one to several
hours after my weekly February torture when he repeatedly reminds me that
the circumstances have been reversed, and that he now owns a white man.

	During February, I am also required to kiss the bare feet of any
Black man or woman who comes to Master's home. His family and friends are
aware of this rule, which is a sign of respect to them from a white
slave. Master's Brother learned of this rule several years ago when he
visited Master one weekend in February and I kissed his feet (they live
about 100 miles from each other). He liked it so much, that he also
requires his slave to do the same thing.

	One person asked me if Master and I spent holidays together. We're
in the same house, but our experiences vary tremendously. Master and his
Master and Mistress friends entertain periodically during the weekends and
on holidays. Whether it's an ordinary weekend dinner party, an Easter,
Thanksgiving, or Christmas Day meal, or Super Bowl Sunday get together, the
Masters and Mistresses enjoy the day and time they spend together. We
slaves are not so fortunate because we are constantly busy preparing
appetizers, the meal, and desserts while also washing dozens of
dishes. This is the life of a slave; any get together or holiday gathering
can be a long and tiring day. The satisfaction a slave gets is in knowing
how much his Master or Mistress enjoyed themselves.

	Someone asked if I ever sat on the furniture or slept in the bed
when Master wasn't home or away for a few days on business. The answer of
course is NO. I never even think or have thought of this. I have not sat on
furniture in Master's home since the day I first became his submissive. To
do this would be a total disrespect to Master. Sitting on furniture is a
privilege of a free person, and I gladly gave up those privileges to become
a slave.

	The only time I may be allowed in Master's bed is when he chooses
to fuck me. I then lay a sheet across Master's bed so that my inferior body
will not touch his sheets. He has never sucked my dick or rimmed me, to
answer another question. I do these things to him when he tells me to do
so. Once he is through fucking me, I then remove the sheet from his
bed. Sometimes (about once or twice a year) Master and I will shower
together, and in the shower, he might fuck me one or two more time. Of
course, I must have permission to cum, and he does not give me this choice
but about once a month.

	To answer another question, yes, Master and I travel together and
take our vacations together. Whether it's in a five star hotel or on a
cruise ship, of course. I sleep on the floor while Master sleeps
comfortably in the bed. Nothing changes because we may be temporarily away
from Master's home. In public, he'll call me by my name; otherwise, in
private, he calls me either boy or slave--usually boy more often since he
finds this to be more degrading.

	To the young men asking my advice about becoming a slave, here it
is. Think long and hard about this life. The real life of a slave is
nothing like the jacking off you may get when reading an erotic story about
a Master and his slave. You will give up every freedom you have, all
decision making choices, assets, spending options, and personal
activities. While your Master is out at a function with friends or other
Superior men and women, you will be alone at home more than you might have
imagined you would be.

	Your body is no longer your own; it is owned by a strong and
dominant man to use at his pleasure. If you like the hairy chest you may
have, or the goatee you're proud of, your Master will probably require that
you shave it, since body hair is a sign of manhood and unworthy for a slave
to even try to possess.

	On the other hand, if this is the life you truly believe you were
meant to live, you just won the lottery. Serving a strong, confident,
intelligent, handsome Black man has been the best choice I could have been
offered and gladly accepted. I have never been happier.

When Master took ownership of me sixteen years ago, I was so enthusiastic
to begin our new life together. Over the years, we have settled into a
pretty comfortable routine. I know my limitations as his inferior, and I
know what Master requires and expects of me. I am constantly trying to
become a better slave, and I am constantly working my hardest to please him
so he will be proud of me.

I still take pride every time I give his feet their morning and evening
kiss of gratitude and then drink his piss. My neck almost feels naked
whenever Master tells me I can take off my collar because to me, this is
another symbol to remind me of how happy and proud I am in my life as his
inferior, his property, and his slave. I love my Master so much and have no
desire to ever again be a free man. This white boy is very proud and very
grateful to be spending his life serving his Black Master.