Date: Fri, 16 Nov 2018 22:16:46 -0800 From: Ab BC Subject: Slave to a Black Master - Chapter 16 Before I go onto my last adventure with my Master, you may be wondering how I was able to stay married through this 17 month period. It was a crazy balancing act, I wore chastity for my Master for 40 days and a few more times for various days as punishments. My wife loved when I was in chastity because I was a very attentive and great lover orally and she had always only came from large dildos. I was able to get her to cum from oral too but my cock was not big enough to reach the spots that made her cum from penetration. She even had me wear chastity sometimes for her own gratification and my Master would be surprised but really didn't care much about my sex life (or lack thereof) outside of serving Him. My wife never was really interested in bdsm in any real capacity. She did like being called Mistress for a season. She also liked it when I wore butt plugs and did enjoy after a few glasses of wine pegging me with her big black strap-on. And she would get a little aggressive and tell me to take it like a man. Those were fun sessions - yet I sensed she felt a little bit of guilt and remorse the next morning after such a session. I cared for her too much to make her do anything that made her feel that way and in the end, we did these tupe of kinky scenes less frequently. I would get bruises and marks from Master's punishments and would wear clothing to hide as much as possible. Any that were seen by my wife or others were blamed on flag football or basketball which I played often enough to use as an excuse. Being with so many men had inherent health risks as well and while condoms were worn there were unintentional and intentional "accidents." I got tested monthly and at different times got two stds one which was healed with a simple pill and the other which was healed with a series of shots. My wife was fortunate enough to not get anything. Outside the bedroom our life was pretty vanilla and normal. Dinners with friends and family, beach and ski vacations, and normal day to day routines like getting coffee at Starbucks, going to gym, walking the dogs, nights out at movies or plays, and work during the week. I would often sit at a coffee shop or in bed the silent minutes before sleeping and think of the drastic conversion from someone who had never heard of bdsm to becoming a sissy, cocksucking, ass-bitch, whore to droves of black men to serve a superior Black Master and it would all seem surreal. I often thought I was in a dream in these moments. I did harbor some anger to the Mistress that sold me and blackmail material to my Master. I never saw or heard from her again. I had mixed feelings about my Master who I respected as intelligent, fit, attractive, creative and hung and as the same time hated for His hatred towards me, His superior air, and His ruthlessness. Despite this alll, I was able to have continued success at my career and a strong, albeit slightly abnormal marriage. I had learn to grasp and accept my conflicting roles as alpha, Type A male at work and home and complete inferior, low slave cumslut in the bdsm realm. However, I was not prepared for what my last moments as Master's slave would entail and how low I would have to get to free myself.