Date: Fri, 5 Nov 2010 18:54:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: D.O. <celliophonic@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sissy Gets A Black Master - Night Games (TG, Authoritarian)

Sissy Missy Gets A Black Master -- Night Games
By D.O.

I had been scared shitless walking into the mall dressed like a woman, but I was
more scared of Black Master's wrath. So I trooped into the Victoria's Secret,
feeling like a complete douchebag. I didn't feel very pretty, but the sales girl
who assisted me picked up right away that I was a sissy and not a very confident
one at that. I was clearly not the first sissy customer she had ever had. She
even commented that my Master was a lucky man, because of how beautiful I was.
She showed me how everything went on, how the clasps and hooks worked, how to
slowly slide stockings up your legs without snagging them. I was surprised by
her professional demeanor in dealing with me and left a couple hours later with
all the girlie lingerie (in the proper sizing) Black Master had demanded, plus
some sexy perfume, stockings and the costumes he had told me to buy. I left the
mall with not only over $700 worth of new wardrobe, but also a new
self-assurance and a renewed desire to please Black Master.


I stopped at the grocery store on the way home, equipped with the list of
Master's favorite food and drink. The bill came to over $350, but I knew Black
Master's tastes were going to be expensive and as his bitch, it was my
responsibility to cover those expenses, apparently... Shit! I make pretty good
money, but this could get out of control in a hurry. What could I say though? My
Master might just kick my ass if I complain. I knew he wasn't averse to getting
a bit physical with me and I didn't want to push my luck. I would remain silent
on the matter.

I got back home, still trying to be as discreet as possible, hoping against hope
that my neighbors wouldn't see me. I have a slightly sheltered driveway due to
trees and foliage, but it's still a small neighborhood. All the noise that Black
Master made, pulling in late at night with his bass pounding, I was certain some
of the people around had at least an inkling that something untoward was going
on at my place. I only hoped to God they hadn't guessed what yet. I was dreading
the time when I would have to inform my family and my boss of my lifestyle
change. I would rather jump off a cliff than tell my father that I had decided
to turn sissy, and worst of all, sissy for a black guy. I wasn't sure his heart
could take it and I was almost certain I'd be disowned. As far as my boss, I was
already trying to figure out a way to avoid dressing like a prissy at work, or
worst-case-scenario, getting another job. In my mind I was still working on
finding a way to back out of this, to tell Black Master (with the utmost
reverence, of course) that I just wasn't into this lifestyle and I respectfully
decline his generous offer to help me get started in `the life'. Would it work?
Fuck if I knew... Christ, I didn't even know his name, only knew him as Black
Master. I found myself wondering if he would ever tell me his real name...

I decided to try small steps and so began preparing for His return later
tonight. I took a steaming hot bath and proceeded to shave and wax every spec of
hair from my body, except that on my head. I knew Black Master would want me
smooth and soft, so I used a lot of moisturizers and lotions and such, to make
my skin as pliable as possible. It took most of the evening and I had almost
lost track of time as I applied my makeup and dabbed some perfume on my wrists
and neck. I then had to decide which outfit to wear for him. I settled on the
Isla Collection Bustier in a-cup, a light blue number with embroidered edging
and attached garters that I then hooked to the most unbelievably sheer
powder-blue silk stockings. I decided on the matching crotchless panties. Jesus,
I looked sexy as shit! I loved cross-dressing, but I was still on the fence in
regards to turning my life upside down. I just needed more time to think things
through. It was barely a few weeks ago that I had begun to communicate with
Black Master online and I thought that was as far as it would go. Then twenty
four hours ago, the big brute comes bursting in my front door, like some kind of
modern-day black Lancelot and I'm just supposed to drop everything and become
his concubine? WTF?!


My heart was thumping in my chest as the hour got later and midnight approached.
Should I expect him just after midnight or like 3am? Shit! I didn't know so I
decided to risk sending him a text message, to try to find out when he might be
over. "Master -- could you let me know when to expect you? Should I have some
food prepared?"Send. Then nothing. A few minutes go by and then a return
message. "Sissy -- it's none of your fucking business BITCH! I told you I'll be
there when I'm there. But I'm in a good mood so I'll let you know. Leaving the
bar now. Be at your place in 15. Be fucking ready for me whore."I swallowed the
lump in my throat and quickly dripped some lube onto my sissy chair dildo. Then
I squatted above it, positioning my moistened hole right above it and slowly
sank down, reveling in the twofold feelings of pain and pleasure as my sphincter
was stretched and my rectum filled with rubber dick. I groaned as I felt the
last inch slide into me. Fuck! Balls deep on that fucking thing. I looked around
a bit and suddenly shuddered as I saw my computer with the webcam on it. I could
only imagine what perversities Black Master had in store for me with that.


Within minutes I heard the now familiar thump of the stereo bass in Black
Master's car as he drew closer to my house. The house started to shake a little
and I cringed at what my neighbors would think or worse, what they might do,
about all the rap music at about 1230 at night, although it was Saturday. But
just as suddenly, it shut off and I heard the car door slam shut. Then I heard
the key in the lock and in he stepped. He looked pissed, once again, but I
consoled myself with the fact that it was simply his demeanor all the time, to
appear ticked off. He slammed my front door behind him and stopped in front of
me, his usual smirk playing across his features. "Shit Dani! Lookin' pretty
tonight! And you're even sitting on your sissy chair. What a good gurl. Yea, you
like that shit up in your pussy... You my fuck whore, Danielle? Cause I got ta get
my nut. Fuck! Those strippers fucking grind all over my lap, all over your cock,
and even though I fucked a couple of `em in the backroom, I'm still horny as
shit, baby!" He moved closer to me as he spoke and I could tell he'd been in the
strip joints all night long. He reeked of booze, smoke and stripper perfume and
cooch. And sweat... And masculinity... Jesus, I felt my knees already beginning to
weaken, my insides turning to jelly as I imagined submitting to him. His eyes
bored into me as he looked down at me with a mixture of disdain and superiority.
"Those crotchless panties? Good for you, sissy. Very nice. I like that shit." He
quickly stripped off his shirt and then kicked off his sweatpants. He still had
his basketball shoes on and wore nothing else but a black jockstrap, leaving his
ass completely exposed. I caught my breath as I took in his amazing physique
once more. God! He was an absolute alpha male, a Black Adonis. Muscles rippling,
his gait said everything you needed to know about him. When he spoke, you
listened and he always got his way.


"Shit, gurl, turn on Sportscenter for me. I gotta tell you? I'm gonna sit on one
of your barstools; kneel down behind me and work on my asshole, sweetie! Just
your mouth. I gotta let loose!" I did as told, watching as he sat down on the
stool and leaned against the breakfast bar to watch TV. I looked up at his thick
gluteus muscles, hanging off the stool and partially covered by the straps of
his jock, his buttocks beckoning to me. My mouth began to water as I prepared to
taste my Master in a way so intimate that few could possibly know the feeling.
As I drew close, I sniffed the air and could smell his strong, earthy odor; it
had the strange, unknown effect on me acting like an aphrodisiac and I found
myself actually desiring to eat him out this time around. I leaned upwards and
placed my lips around his asshole, sealing us together in a manner so personal,
there could be no doubt that I was his slave, his sissy...


"Yeaaa, sissy! Get your tongue all up in my shit, Danni. Feels great, baby! You
like eating your Master's hole don't you, bitch?" I moaned out my agreement,
unable to speak as I was busy French kissing his asshole, making out with his
nether lips like I would make out with a gorgeous young woman. I gently flicked
my tongue across the outer rim of his anus, eliciting a moan of appreciation
from Black Master. I pushed my tongue up flat against his sphincter, then pulled
back and then repeated this action several times, causing him to wriggle his
ass, groaning for me to continue. I licked completely across the hairy opening
several times, using varying pressure. I heard him growl, deep in his throat and
I could tell I was getting to him. After several minutes of this treatment, I
finally went for the coup de grace. I paused a moment in my ministrations to
pull back and look at my handiwork. His asshole was glistening with saliva, my
spit soaking every nook and cranny of his crack, every butt hair. I then slowly,
so very slowly began to push my tongue right into that beckoning hirsute hole,
inserting it as far as I could get in there. I curled my tongue into a pointy
spike and began to probe in and out, in and out, seeking out Black Master's
pleasure center and when I found it, I probed even harder. I must have been
doing something right, because Master was pushing back against my mouth,
grinding his ass into my entire face.


"Fuck YES SISSY! Eat that fuckin' asshole, eat my fuckin' manhole, you fuckin'
cunt! It's all you're good for, pussyboi! Eating a black man's ass. Get up in
there sissy! Suck my furry shitter! Is your little clitty hard from sucking me
whore?" It was stiff and aroused and his words made me even hornier so I busied
myself with pleasing him, slavering all over his proffered opening, loving the
taste and scent of him, knowing him more thoroughly than I had ever known
anyone, male or female. I was slobbering into Black Master's asshole, making it
wet as he continued to grind his hairy hole onto my face, both of us moaning in
abject bliss. I could not previously have imagined how much pleasure I could
derive from bringing Black Master the enjoyment he so richly deserved. What was
happening to me?

Suddenly Black Master rose from the stool, pulling his ass away from me,
although several strands of saliva were still connecting my face to his buns and
they broke as Master stood up. I remained kneeling."Jesus, sissy! That was
fantastic! I love the way you devour my asshole. You're really taking to this,
huh? Good! It's good for a gurl to enjoy every part of her Master's body, to
desire to taste every inch of him..." He grabbed my computer from my desk, then
strode over to my recliner and stood looking at it for a moment, as if pondering
something. He set my laptop down on the end table next to the chair, opened it
up and angled the top downwards. He motioned for me to get up and approach him.
"Grab those couch pillows, sissy and put them over here on this chair." I did as
instructed, unsure of what this was supposed to accomplish. Black Master ripped
off his jock strap and then sat down on the pillows and hung his knees over the
chair arms. When he leaned back a bit, it had the effect of exposing his cock
and balls, but also leaving his buttocks hanging over the edge of the couch
pillows, thereby allowing me access to his asshole as well. "Now it's time for
you to suck me off, gurlie. Start with my balls, but take your time and keep
using your mouth on my asshole. Switch on and off, get into a rhythm, have some
fun with it sissy. It's dinner time for you." I looked up into his hardened
eyes, and I could see there was no room for questions or negotiating and he
clearly wasn't in the mood for me to do anything but comply with his orders. I
was beginning to realize that this whole situation was no joke and this man was
a true no-mercy Thug Top. "Now crawl to me, pussyboi. Come over to feast on your
Master's private parts, which he is so generously offering up for you to
service." I crawled over to him, trying my best to be sexy, but not sure if I
was succeeding. My face was burning up as I approached my Master, the shame
almost overpowering. I couldn't believe I was going along with this degradation,
and yet I could not deny how much it turned me on; having this black man in
control of my life felt oddly satisfying.


I was almost between his legs now and I looked up expectantly, like an obedient
dog. "Yea that's right. You look very pretty tonight, Danielle. I like the
lingerie you bought. Does it make you feel pretty, like the gurl you are?" I
gulped, unsure of how to respond. "T...thank you Black Master. I...I'm happy you're
satisfied with my purchases. I do feel pretty, Master. Like a...a like...a gurl..."
Again I felt a blush creep across my face, as shame and embarrassment took over
my emotions. He grinned and chuckled evilly. "Heh, heh, yea I like makin' you
blush baby. But I also like my gurls to know their place, unequivocally. Before
you start sucking me, pick up my jock strap and place the cup over your face and
then hold it there and just breathe, until I tell you to stop." I did as he
said, yet more humiliation awaiting me in his latest game. I placed the sweaty
cup over my mouth and nose and began to draw in deep breaths. It smelled like
Master and it made my mouth water and a foreign sensation stole through my loins
as I took in his Black scent. He held my gaze, that knowing, cocksure smirk
plastered across his features. "Look at your little white cockette, all stiff
and hard, like a man's cock. But it's no man's cock, is it sissy? It's just a
clitty, a tiny boiclitty." I could feel tears almost beginning to form, as I
continued breathing in Master's jock sweat. I could feel my masculinity slowly
slipping away from me, and I wasn't sure I could get it back. "You wanna stroke
your stiff little clitty, Danielle? Stroke it until you shoot your sissy jizz?"
I nodded my agreement, mumbling out a muffled "Yes" into the funky jock cup.


I was startled as Black Master struck my face with a mongoose-quick slap across
my cheek. "Tough fuckin' shit, sissy! The correct answer is that you only have
eyes for my cock. You are to focus %100 of your attention on me. I don't give a
fuck if your puny, worthless gurl dickie is ready to explode, you NEVER pay
attention to your own needs! Is that fuckin' clear enough to you bitch? You
never touch or stroke yourself unless I say! You never cum unless I say! You
don't even think about your clitty unless I have given you permission! And that
goes for all times, whether I'm here or not! Got it cunt?!" I was sobbing from
the ferocity of his strike and the finality of his words, as I blubbered out my
reply. "Y...ye...yes, B...black M...m...master. I'm...mmm s...sorry, S...sir."


"OK then, sissy. I assume it won't happen again... Anyway I got a surprise for ya,
sweetie. With you busy buying all that shit and prettying yourself up for me, I
had my boy Denard's white sissy get that website up and running, so we're ready
to go with some webcam action. Huh? What do ya think of that? You ready to eat
me on camera, slut?" I looked up at him again, his words not quite registering
with me. I was feeling panic rising inside me. Fuck! I thought I'd have more
time to talk my way out of this, but it appeared Black Master expected to forge
ahead with his plan to show me off to the world. Terror hit me square in the
chest and I did something most regrettable. I stood up and then started speaking
out of turn.

"Shit, I can't do this Black Master, or, or whatever your real name is. This
isn't what I wanted or expected when we started chatting. Look...you can't make me
do any of this stuff...... Let's just break this off now..." I was breathing hard,
huffing in fresh air for the first time in several minutes. I barely dared to
look at him, but forced myself to. He was staring at me with a previously
unknown anger bubbling just beneath the surface. He slowly rose to his full
imposing height and moved closer to me. I swallowed hard as he spoke. "Whatever
my real name is? My real name, to you sissy, IS Black Master. You fuckin' white
cunt! I can in fact, make you do this stuff! I already have. You gonna go run to
the cops, pussy? Huh? You gonna tell them how you fag out and dress like a
prissy and suck my prick and how I breed your ass? Huh faggot? Don't pretend you
didn't want it then or that you don't want it now. You fuckin' white boys are
all the same. Think you're gonna stand up to me AFTER you've already gone down
on me..."


Everything was a blur, as tears rolled down my cheeks and I heard myself
speaking yet again. "Look, Black Master. Just please leave. I've made my
decision and I don't want to take part in this life..." He loomed over me as he
stepped even closer, his proximity certainly intimidating. "Oh you've made your
decision? Is that right? Little sissy Dani has made up her mind and I guess now
I have to go along with it... Well guess what faggot? I've also made a decision
and you might want to listen up. You don't want me to have to get rough with you
again, right?" He grabbed my chin in his hand forcing me to look up at him, the
disgrace etched on my face. "This is how it's going to be, bitch. I'm not
leaving and you're not getting out of this. You don't actually want to get out
of this, you just think you do. You'll thank me later that I didn't let you go
back to your old life of having passionless sex with your cunt girlfriends." He
leaned in and whispered in my ear. "I know what you need, faggot. I've already
seen it, seen the way you give it up to me. I've felt you convulsing around me
when I'm inside you, breeding you...... Now let's go meet our audience, shall we?"
With that he let go of my chin and grabbed both of my wrists and twisted them
around behind my back. I felt the cold steel of handcuffs fastening around them
and my body went stiff as once again, I was practically helpless.


Black Master grabbed me by the hair and dragged me back over to the recliner.
Shoving me down none too lightly, he sat back down and started typing on my
laptop, while at the same time making a call on his cell. "Hey Denard, your
sissy got that site for me? ......Awesome! Cool bro! I appreciate it...... Yea, yea
she's trying ta back out......... No, no I put her back in her place. Gonna be good
man, I got it all set up for her to suck my cock and balls and eat my asshole on
webcam...... Yea right? Shit nigger, I got a fuckin' load stored up for this gurl!
Ha!......Alright brother! Catch ya!" He hung up and started focusing on the laptop,
typing away, talking to himself. "Yea, www.bbcsissydani.com. Yea, this shit is
gonna be for real. He looked down at me with a disdainful gaze. "Jesus, you look
like hell, sissy. Makeup all smeared from your pussyass cryin'. Saliva all over
your lingerie. Fuck! But it is what it is. And it is Go Time!" He put the laptop
back on the table and I could see a webpage with a barely discernable pic of me
and I felt some relief sweep over me; no one would likely recognize me like
that. I was probably safe. Black Master's voice broke through my thoughts. "Yea
you there sissy Cami?" He was speaking to someone on the laptop. "That's
Denard's sissy Cami. Used to be Cameron. She's punked out now too. Another
fuckin' whitey overcome by Black Cock Lust. BCL. Heh, heh."


He seemed pleased with his new abbreviation and I could add nothing, so I
didn't. It probably wouldn't have been a good idea anyway. "Hey lookie here, we
got ourselves a nice-sized audience, for a first time site. Already got over
three hundred fuckers waiting for you to start in on me......" He paused a moment,
as if contemplating something. He tied a black bandana over his head and then as
he pulled it down over his face, I could see that it had eye holes cut in it,
Zorro-style. He made a comment about maintaining his anonymity then he motioned
for me to draw closer to him and I did so, immediately. All right, Cami, you got
this shit runnin'?" A couple seconds later a slightly hollow sounding voice
answers back, very effeminate and timid but clearly a male. "Yes, Black Master.
I can control the camera from here, and Master Denard is here watching the whole
thing so he can make certain I'm getting the proper shots. You can start
anytime, Black Master. I have both the audio and video up and running smoothly.
We're live." I felt a cold fear creeping over me as I realized what was
happening. I was going to be on display, online, for anyone to see. Fuck. How
the hell was I going to get out of this? And suddenly, it was all out of my
control.


"Yo, yo, yo what's up, Bitches? This is Black Master here on my new site
www.bbcsissydani.com. What the fuck is up? Yea! Uhh, this site is going to
chronicle my training of my new sissy bitch, Danielle or Dani. She and I are
going be having all sorts of fun and you can believe me when I say that I am
going to put her through her paces! You'll find that I am a no mercy Black Top...
I am all Top, all the time. I will not be gentle with my sissy, but then I doubt
any of you'd be here if I was going to be gentle now, would ya? The show's gonna
be starting in a couple, but first I thought you'd all like to meet Dani, so
she's gonna tell you all about herself...whether she wants to or not." He looked
down at me, his gaze hard and motioned for me to turn my face towards the
webcam. I could not recall a moment in my life when I felt more scared and sick
to my stomach. I could NOT go through with this and I started to rise,
determined to walk away and get this guy out of my house, out of my life. Once
again, I underestimated Black Master's resolve to enslave me.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? I tell you to get up, sissy? We're
live, bitch! Now talk to the camera!" Again, he didn't sound like a man to be
trifled with, but I could not let this go on. "P...please, sir. I can't do this..."
He looked at me with a mixture of loathing and anger and I instantly knew I had
fucked up majorly. He jumped down from his perch on my recliner and squatted
down next to me, taking my skull in both of his huge hands and pointed me up
towards the webcam lens. With my hands secured behind my back coupled with his
strength, there was little I could do to fight him and I felt myself meekly
submitting to his raw power. "Now talk sissy! Tell the folks, your adoring
public, your real name, your job, maybe your favorite type of lingerie and why
you love black cock. That's a nice start..." I obediently looked up into the
camera, my former life flashing before my eyes. My voice quavered as I spoke.
"M...m...my name is... is D...Dan. Dan W...W...Williamson. I...I...m a s...software engin...neer..." I
paused, still unable to process the humiliation I was going through, like I was
watching some other white guy being bound, sissified and put on film by a
Dominant Black Master. Tears streamed unchecked down my face, undoubtedly
smearing my mascara and blush. I hoped and prayed that no one I knew would ever,
EVER see this. "And, what's your fave lingerie and why do you worship black
cock?" He spoke in a conversational tone now, like he expected complete
acquiescence......and I gave it to him. I couldn't believe what a fucking sissy
faggot I was, I just didn't have the will to fight him anymore. Black Master now
points to this moment as the second I gave into my deepest desire and became his
fully. "I...I like b...babydolls, cause B...Black M...Maste likes them the b...best... And I
w...worship black c...cock because...... b...because......" I didn't know what to say. When I
paused too long for his liking, Black Master helped me out. "Is it because you
like the taste of it faggot? Is it because you like the feel of it in all your
holes? I think it's all those reasons that you love black dick. Now fucking say
it, cunt!"


I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly vey dry and hoarse feeling. I managed to
croak out my agreement with him, into the miked-up webcam. "I...I love b...black
dick......... be... because I......I like the t...taste of it and I l...like t...the feel of it
i...in my......holes..." Jesus, I had just uttered my love for black meat right on the
internet, live to hundreds of folks, apparently. What the hell path was my life
now careening down, like a runaway roller coaster? I had no idea, but Black
Master didn't give me much time to sink into my own thoughts. He immediately sat
back down on his makeshift dais, exposing his asshole and genitals to me. "Get
to eatin', sissy! Smile for the camera before you stick your tongue back up in
my shitter!"



 Best, D.O.
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