Date: Wed, 21 Sep 2011 04:39:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: D.O. <celliophonic@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sissy Gets A Black Master 4 (Secret No More)   (TG, Interracial)

Sissy Missy
Gets A Black Master -- Secret No More

By D.O.

"Sissy, I'll be home in an hour. I already ate, so no dinner. I don't have
to tell you to be dressed appropriately for Master, in your maid outfit. No
panties. Have your pussy plug ready to go and be sitting on your sissy
chair, of course. I have a couple of surprises for you, faggot." Black
Master spoke the words in his usual tone, relaxed but authoritative. There
was no room for argument and he did not suffer me to disagree with him. It
simply was not allowed. And I did not want to disagree with him. As much as
I hated myself for it, I could not stop my heart from beating faster and my
breathing coming in shorter gasps whenever I knew Black Master was on his
way to my home, our home now really. He had been spending much of his free
time here the last few months and I spent every second he was in the house
waiting on his every need, whether it was cooking his dinner, doing his
laundry or being the target of his endless libido. I desired his look of
approval, his soothing words, and his unyielding sexual authority.

I was already dressed as a sissy maid, complete with super slutty 6 inch
strappy pumps and my tramp make-up. God I looked like such a whore and I
was in fact. I had become a whore for Black Master's cock. I wanted nothing
more than to please his amazing manhood and drink of his sweet nectar. What
the fuck had happened to me? I used to love banging chicks, now I could
scarcely even get hard thinking about tits and pussy. I was the pussy
now. The sissy faggot. And Black Master made certain I knew it.

I let my panties glide down my denuded legs and kicked them to the side. I
then slid down onto the huge black dildo that was glued to one of my
kitchen chairs, making it my sissy chair. It still made me wince a bit
every time I mounted it, even with a ton of lube and plenty of prep
time. It was massive but I was learning to push past the pain and revel in
the feeling of fullness that shot through my bowels. It was like white hot
electricity, just as when Black Master used my pussy, followed by the
sensation of an erotic darkness that stole over me as I surrendered more
and more of my maleness. That former masculinity was almost gone now,
replaced by the feminine and submissive nature of a true prissy bitch. My
useless and tiny white prick hung between my legs; it would sprout to
hardness soon, but only because of Black Master's power.

I sat there with my guts speared and my knees together, waiting. I soon
heard the familiar `thump, thump, thump' of Master's sound system emanating
from his car. He pulled in the driveway and I heard the car door slam a few
seconds later. Less than a minute later, the door handle was turning and
there he was. My Black Master.  I blushed as I always do upon first
catching site of him after a day apart. His massively muscled physique
blocked the entire doorway. He smirked and chuckled, as he often
does. "There's my little fucking sissy. Pretty as always. Such a good girl,
on her sissy chair, as is expected. Miss me honey?"

I trembled as he entered the house and spoke at me. "Y...yes Black
Master. I always look forward to you coming home, Sir..." I spoke in as
high a voice as possible, and had recently begun incorporating a bit of a
lisp into my speech as well. Black Master seemed to approve. My little
boi-clitty was standing stiff now as I belittled myself in front of the man
who now practically owned me and controlled my life. I still could not
believe how much this whole......thing, aroused me. My sphincter
involuntarily clenched around the dildo; it was as if my pussy itself knew
to prepare for Master.

"Spread your legs, sissy Dani. I got something new for you to wear... Heh,
heh." He chuckled, and evil sounding laugh devoid of mirth or warmth. I did
as instructed immediately and Master again chuckled when he saw my stiff
cockette.  "Boi clitty all fucking hard, eh sissy? I'm flattered that's
because of me, but I've been thinking... What does a sissy really need a
useless prick for anyway?  You're never gonna fuck me. Hell you're never
gonna fuck anybody again, as long as you're mine." I wasn't sure what he
was talking about, but as he moved closer to me in his swift, cat-like
motion, I was suddenly overwhelmed by his scent. It made me stiffen even
more and I felt my mouth begin to water.

Black Master stepped between my thighs and forced them apart even
farther. He then began slapping my erection, slapping it very hard. I
yelped as the pain radiated through my dick and into my abdomen. I tried to
push his hands away, reflexively. Big mistake. "What do you think you're
doing faggot!?" He raised his voice a bit and I knew he was pissed. "You
don't push me away. You don't make the decisions here. You know that. Don't
you, you fucking prissy bitch?"  He quickly grabbed both my wrists in one
strong hand, yanking them above my head and with his free hand twisted my
chin so I was forced to look him in the eye. "Look at me faggot." I was
helpless to his strong words and stronger grasp. He moved his hand holding
my chin down and started slapping my clit again, seeming to derive pleasure
from my obvious discomfort and embarrassment.  It was his way.

My boner soon shrank under the constant backhand and forehand smacks. Black
Master stepped back. I could see the enjoyment in his eyes and I could do
nothing to disguise my own delight and desire from his knowing stare. He
reached into his pocket and withdrew an object. As he moved to show it to
me, I recognized what it was and my heart skipped what felt like two
beats. A chastity device. Fuck!  I met Black Master's perceptive look again
and we both knew that I knew what was about to happen. "You see, Dani, I've
enjoyed our time together and plan to continue enjoying the future. But,
really what does a sissy faggot need to sport wood for? I have decided that
you have been a tad too focused of late on your own pleasure and that
disappoints me. A sissy should always be 100% centered on her Master's
desires and well-being, not thinking about the next time she might
cum...... So easy fix: you aren't going to cum anymore, unless I deem it
suitable. Putting you in chastity will ensure that your thoughts remain
focused on your Black Master......me." He stopped talking and caught my
gaze again, staring at me with an intensity I could barely remember from
him.

My mouth felt dry and I couldn't swallow. I tried to croak out a few words.
"M...mast......Master... P...please... I... I'll try to do b......better."
I was crying, ashamed of my position and my behavior. "This is happening
sissy. Of course there are......other options. I could always take you to a
specialty surgeon and have your cock and balls removed permanently. We can
do that, Dani. Sound good?" He continued onward, without pausing for a
response from me. "Or I can slip this little cock harness on you and
presto! No more bothersome boners for my little sissy missy." I nodded my
consent, not that he needed it, through crying eyes, my face undoubtedly
streaked with mascara now. "P...please p...put me in ch......chastity,
B...Black Master, S...Sir." I was begging for it, as I knew that Black
Master might not be joking about the surgeon thing.

He laughed again. "If you insist, sissy." The look he gave me was
positively wicked as he knelt down between my spread thighs and proceeded
to strip away the final relics of manliness from me, rendering the very
thing that made me a man......useless. Less than useless. A wrinkled
appendage I would now use only to pee with. He fit it onto me and I heard
the click as he latched the tiny padlock and made a show of putting the key
in his wallet. I looked down at my now truly ineffectual boi-clitty and
wondered at the rubbery plastic now sheathing it. Black Master then
proceeded to tie a little pink bow around it, making it even girlier. My
emasculation seemed complete and it was difficult to describe just how
right it felt. I felt a strange simultaneous feeling of loathing toward
myself and my weakness, coupled with overwhelming love and gratitude toward
Black Master for delivering me from my former life of unenthusiastic sex
with women. I would never have known the joys of serving and submitting to
a man such as Black Master, the man who showed me my true self. I looked up
into his hard eyes and hoped I was showing my thanks properly.

"Occasionally, when I decide, I may allow you to remove the clitty cage and
stroke yourself off. It will not be often. In the meantime, we will also
work together on getting to know your pussy more thoroughly. Lots of
sissies learn how to cum just from having their Master inside them, just
like a woman. Heh, heh."  He looked at me with a depraved grin and I felt
myself blushing again. "Thank you, Black Master. Thanks you for letting me
become your obedient sissy bitch.

He chortled again. "You're welcome Sissy Dani. But you may want to save
some of that blushing for the next surprise. I got a real fun night in
store for you, my sexy little vixen." I swallowed hard, feeling a sense of
trepidation at his words. He pulled me up roughly off the sissy chair and
quickly jammed a big plug up my ass. With that he walked out of the room,
down towards the bedrooms.  I started as I heard another car pull into my
driveway and shut off. Who the hell was here now? Was Black Master planning
to share me with his other black friends, as he'd been talking about doing
for some time? "When the doorbell rings, answer it sissy. I'll join you in
a minute or two." I felt my heart pounding as I heard a car door slam
shut. I heard the steps up the walk and up onto the porch. The doorbell
rang. Shit. I couldn't not answer it without risking Black Master's
wrath. My sissy maid skirt covered my chastity-encased prick and kinda
covered my ass, barely. It would have to do. I moved to the door, my
breathing coming in short gasps now as I wondered with dread who this could
be. I opened the door in one swift motion. I practically fainted as I saw
the man on my doorstep.

I stood there in the doorway of my home, dressed like a total fucking sissy
as I surveyed the startled face of my father!

I spoke before I could think. "Dad! What are you doing here?" It dawned on
me seconds later that had I not called him dad in my own voice, it's
possible I may have been able to pass myself off as some slut I was fucking
and perhaps ushered him out before he even came in. But by the time those
thoughts had occurred to me, I had already called him dad.

"Daniel! Is that you? What the hell are you doing dressed like that?
Immature costume party or some ill-conceived practical joke?" He stepped
past me into the house and I started to panic. I couldn't let dad and Black
Master meet. He saw my sissy chair immediately. "Jesus Christ, Daniel. I
don't need to know what you do with your perverted girlfriends. Why did you
invite me over if you have a girl here?  Huh?" I wrinkled my nose in
thought, trying to remember when I would have invited him here, especially
without mom. "Uhh, Dad. I didn't invite you.  You're mistaken. Look, I'm
kinda...... busy right now. Can you come back some other time?" I kept my
voice down, hoping Black Master was maybe in the bathroom or something and
couldn't hear us.

"There's no mistake. You sent your dad an email invite to come over
tonight. Or rather, I sent him an invite from your email account..." My
heart and mind both shrank as I heard Black Master speak and I realized my
father was about to find out my secret. My straight-laced, Catholic,
right-wing, and kinda racist retired cop father was about to find out that
his son was a cross-dressing sissy faggot with a giant black thug for a
Master and lover.

My father and I both turned and I gasped a little at the sight of Black
Master. He was wearing a pair of relaxed-fit jeans and a white tank top
that accentuated his massive muscles. He looked like some kind of African
god. He had a slight smirk playing across his features and he was obviously
already enjoying this scenario. A scenario which he had planned out
meticulously. "Well hello Officer Williamson. So pleased to finally meet
you." He held out a hand to shake my father's hand. Jesus what was
happening? "Daniel, aren't you going to explain what's going on now? Aren't
you going to introduce me to your......friend here?" I cringed a little at
the venom with which my dad said the word `friend'. I had a feeling he
would feel even more harshly towards Black Master in a few minutes.

"Yes, Dani.  Why don't you introduce me to your father. You can do that,
right?" I felt myself trembling, my knees going weak as my world started to
crash down around me. I didn't even know Black Master's name. How would I
introduce him? We caught each others' gaze and suddenly I understood. Shit.

I started to stammer and stutter, uncertain of how to proceed. "Uhhh,
Dad. This is......Black Master..."  I said the words under my breath;
mumbled, hoping they might not be heard.  "Speak up, son. I can't
understand you!" My father tended to be a direct man. "This is Black
Master............" I didn't know what else to say, could think of no other
way to explain it.

My father looked perplexed. "No name, just Black Master? Sounds like a gang
name to me..."  Having been a cop, he felt he knew all about that kind of
thing. Black Master just smiled and answered him gruffly, but
directly. "Black Master is all I permit your son to call me. It is more
than sufficient and more importantly, to my liking. And really, he's not
your son anymore...... she's your daughter. This is now how your `boy'
dresses. And do you know why? Because I say so. I control every aspect of
his life and he enthusiastically gave me that right. Just like he gave me
himself......" He allowed the sentence to trail off and I could just see
the glimmer of cognizance in Dad's eyes as he began to realize just what I
had become. I kept my eyes lowered; I couldn't look him in the face.

Black Master reached over and lifted up the frilly hem of my
mini-skirt. "See how I keep your `boy' in chastity now, Officer? That
little white dick ain't getting hard again unless I allow it. Turn around
Dani!" I did as ordered and felt him again pull up the hem of the skirt,
this time exposing my naked lily-white globes with my girliest pink
buttplug shoved up my hole. I felt a smack on my ass cheeks as Master made
a production of the entire thing. "See how quick he moves to obey me? Just
like a jail-house bitch, this one is. He, or should I say she, gave it up
so sweet, just like sugar. She couldn't for wait for her Black Master to be
inside her little pussy. Heh, heh......"

I peeked upward and saw the look of incredulousness crossing my father's
face. It wasn't everyday a man found out his heretofore straight son had
turned into a prissy, cock-sucking faggot eager to sexually please black
men; all things considered, it could have gone worse.

"You...... You sir, cannot do this. Daniel is my son and this, THIS is NOT
going to happen."  He started to raise his voice and began to point a
finger in Black Master's direction. Not something Master takes kindly
to. In his calmest, but most dangerous sounding voice he spoke, cutting off
my father's rambling words. "You will never point a finger at me again, old
man. You may have been a cop at one time, now...... well not so much. This
has already happened. Take a look around you. Dani may still legally own
this house, but it's mine, understand? And don't think for a minute that
she didn't want it. She makes my dinner, does my laundry, and pays for all
my shit. I turned this bitch out months ago and now she stars in movies on
the internet, making me cash. She sucks my dick...... your `boy' here
swallows, old man. Heh, heh. She swallows so nice. Such a good girl... And
that ass? What a sweet, sweet cunnyhole your boy got. You ought to see her
bucking like a mare in heat when I'm giving it to her. I've bred that
shithole, probably three hundred times by now. Yeah, Dani wants this. If
she didn't, I'd find another bitch, but Dani has been so accommodating,
never putting up an argument.  A real sissy for a real Black Master..."

Black Master was staring at me as he finished his sentence and I was beet
red, tears streaming down my face. I had never been more mortified in my
life, yet I couldn't deny his claim that I had never resisted. Not truly,
anyway. If I had strictly wanted out of our arrangement, I'm sure I could
have, perhaps not without some awkwardness to my personal life, but nothing
that couldn't have been overcome. But the truth was......I didn't want
out. I was falling for Black Master, falling hard. I adored everything
about him, every inch of his hard sculpted body.

My father looked to be just shy of enraged, but he managed to keep his
calm. "Well if you two queers want to suck and fuck each other, who the
hell am I to stop you?" He looked me dead in the eye. "I hope you're
pleased Daniel. pleased with your faggot nigger boyfriend......or whatever
he is." He paused. "You will never tell your mother about this, is that
clear?"

I swallowed hard and nodded, barely daring to look up at him. I
mumbled. "Agreed." Black Master took over the conversation again. He looked
my father dead in the eye. "And you white man, will never again address me
as `faggot' or `queer' or least of all `nigger'. Is that fucking clear? I
hate racists. Maybe I'll let your little girl here pay for you calling me a
nigger. What do you say? I think I'll take it out of her ass
tonight... Heh."

My father had turned white as a ghost as he realized that what he'd said
meant that I was almost certainly going to get fucked extra hard
tonight. Probably with the utmost brutality and cruelty Black Master could
muster. I didn't have the heart to let it be known to Dad that I would love
such a thing and might even have an assgasm while Black Master raped me.

My father turned stiffly. "I'm leaving. Don't contact me again, other than
for family emergencies.  You two will not be welcome in our home. You
two......degenerates..." With that he left, slamming the door as he exited
the house. I looked up at Black Master through tear stained eyelids and saw
him giving me a look of utter contempt and yet, I knew that in his way, he
cared about me. Was it love? Perhaps, perhaps not. But in any event, I knew
that I was in for some rough manhandling tonight; I felt my tiny cockette
desperately trying to get hard, aroused by the thought, but finding nowhere
to go in the hardened rubber prison enclosing it, trapping it like a
useless worm.

"How did you like your surprises, sissy? Not much fun, I'm sure, but both
necessary to allow you to truly become the prissy faggot you want to be. No
more secrets, at least from your father. And no more worrying about your
tiny fag clit anymore.  Now you can focus on me, like a good little sissy
girl..."

He chuckled again, clearly enjoying my distress and the manner in which he
held me in sway.  He grinned devilishly at me. "Well that shit made me
horny as hell! Get on down to the bedroom and get ready for Master,
Dani. I'm gonna be bringing it full-on tonight, bitch."

With one final hard slap of his hand to my buttocks, I scurried down the
hall, my desire deepening. I could almost feel the wanton need creeping
through my guts, my very bowels in heat. I was about to become the happiest
sissy on the face of the earth. I'm so lucky to have Black Master.


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