Date: Fri, 23 Feb 2018 18:55:33 -0500
From: swduma
Subject: Unconventional Convention

Unconventional Convention (BlkF/WM, BlkM/WM, D/s,Exhibitionism,
WaterSports, Toys, Consensual) by swduma 2014

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"Today, boy, You must be on your toes," saidMistress Cleo, my coffee-hued
Owner and Domme. "Today, slave, you willserve me before a large group of
Superiors. This is the annual convention ofthe National Black Owners
Association. NBOA helps Superior Blacks connect withwhites who willingly
seek to serve Blacks. We are the educational demonstrationbefore the
keynote address."

"Are you up to this task boy?" She sternlyasked.

"Yes, Mmma'am," I stammered.

"Well, yyyyou, better be," She mocked.

"It's morning toilet time, slut." I knew whatthat meant. I dashed off to
the bathroom, jumped in the tub and reclined fullywith my mouth wide
open. Mistress followed, straddled my face and made a littlewhimper sound
and then a "mmmm" exhale as She let loose an Amazonrainforest deluge of
piss. It seemed the cascade had a mind of its own as Itried to collect the
beads but they were willy-nilly on my face, my chest andin my hair. Women,
I believe, are the more evolved of the genders. But theycertainly got
gypped in the urethra category. A penis would have dedicated aconstant
stream right into my mouth ... as has often happened to me. Mistressenjoys
watching men abuse me, including using me as a toilet. I'm kind of tiredof
hearing: "After all, toilets are white, yadda, yadda."

Such is my new life. Ever since Mistress Cleo collared mefive years ago, I
have served Her with, I believe, distinction and devotion.She's now in the
hotel room shower. I quickly cleaned up after toilet time. NowI'm ironing
Her clothes for today's events. I work during the week at the Bankof Hawaii
in Honolulu. Mistress collects my paycheck and provides me with
astipend. Weekends are for full-time servitude to this marvelous maven of
D/s.

"Come towel me off slave," She purred.

I was Wily E. Coyote, leaving a jet stream trail from thecloset to the
bathroom of the Hyatt Regency Waikiki Beach Resort and Spa. Igrabbed a big
white fluffy towel for Mistress and respectfully began drying Herdelicate
skin. This is a special duty. From my knees I fluff Her feet
andankles. Looking up I think to myself: "She is God's work. Auguste
Rodinhimself could not capture in marble what is chiseled before me in
flesh. Agoddess of perfection. Six feet tall, perfect skin, taut muscles,
firm pointybreasts, a sleek ass of womanly curves ..."

"Concentrate on Your work, damn it," Shebarked, bringing me back to
earth. "You'd better be more attentive later.I don't want any screw-ups."

"Yyyyesss, Ma'am."

Mistress doesn't need any make-up and Her hair is croppedshort, nearly
bald. She put in Her earrings and stepped into a short tennisskirt and
matching white top. I knelt down to put on Her socks and sneakersnoticing
She had on the frilly white panties I laid out for her. The skirt wasshort
enough that everyone on court would see more than just a glimpse ofMistress
this morning. She was a cock tease ... especially for my little whiteone.

"I'll be back," She growled ala Arnold in'Terminator,' "no later than
noon. Then lunch with conference organizers.Have my clothes ready. We go on
in the main conference room downstairs at 3PMsharp. Wear a t-shirt and
shorts, change in the men's room off the QueenKamehameha ballroom. Wear
Your leather collar ... nothing else. Wait for mejust inside the east
door."

"Yes, Ma'am."

I did as told, as always. At exactly 2:59 PM, MistressCleo approached. I
was on my knees, nearly naked, wearing nothing but theleather collar. That
doesn't exactly cover much, none of the bare essentialsanyway. But I'm a
bit of an exhibitionist so this, I found, exciting. I'd beendisplayed by
Mistress before. This event, however, was a blockbuster. Theballroom must
have held 2,000 people. I was the one pale-faced attendee in thecrowd and
the only one naked.

"Make me proud, boy. Just as we've done before. Justfollow my lead."

"As always, Mmmmistress," I stammered.

>From the podium: ".... my pleasure to welcomeMistress Cleo." Warm applause
followed, the lights dipped and a spotlightenveloped the divine Cleo as She
made Her way to the front. She wore a blackleather catsuit that hugged Her
every curve. Mistress was a vision ... a visionof the future for the
new-found movement of Black Supremacy which was swellingmore and more.

She attached a leash to my collar and led me (on myknees; I hate these
hotel ballroom carpets. They're so run down they scrape andrub the skin off
my knees. Oh the travails of a slave.) A few catcalls andwhistles (for Her)
and louder applause when people noticed me and we ascendedthe dais
platform.

"Thank you, everyone. To get the ball rolling -- orshould I say little
white boy's balls moving, She reached behind the speakers'platform and
grabbed a sac spreader. Just strips of black leather thatseparated my
testicles from my body and each other. They hung precariously andquite
clearly, especially with the spotlight tight on them.

"Turn and bend over, boi."

I did. She grabbed my vulnerable jewels in Her righthand. Rolling them like
a pair of cat's eye marbles She tugged a little and Iflinched. Through Her
lavaliere microphone She purred, "Isn't it arevelation, ladies and
gentlemen, how easy it is to capture, captivate andcontrol whites?"

The crowd roared in approval.

"Isn't it a miracle, ladies and gentlemen, how farwe've come on this road
to Black Supremacy?" Again, loud applause.

"And isn't it perfect harmony for Blacks to riseonce again to our rightful
place atop the natural hierarchy. Our ancestors, theKings and Queens of
Africa, are rejoicing tonight as we re-establish Oursuperiority." Looking
through my legs out at the crowd I could see peoplehad risen to their feet
in applause for my Mistress. She had their raptattention. She certainly had
mine right in the palm of Her hand.

Finally, She let go. She grabbed a handheld microphoneand with just a
finger pointed to the floor, She had me on my hands and knees."Tell me, oh
master of the universe, controller of all you see, what areyou?"

My cue. "I am nothing, Mistress. I live to serveYou, Mistress. You are my
sun and stars, my beacon and leader."

"Uh huh. And what is your objective?"

"My objective, Ma'am, is to serve the Superior BlackRace, Ma'am. I hope to
be the best servant I can be, Ma'am, to serve, obey andworship.."

"Are you happy in this life, boy?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I am fulfilled at Your feet. Myassimilation is nearly
complete. You, Mistress, have brought me closer tohumanity than I ever
thought possible. I hope to live long and prosper at Yourfeet.," I
proclaimed.

"Do you ever want to run away slave boi?"

"I am pleased to be Your property. Resistance isfutile, Ma'am."

With that confession, Mistress motioned to both sides ofthe stage. Emerging
from stage left was a tall, lean, muscled Black Man ofabout 25. Striding
toward us from the right was another ebony gentleman ofequal age. Both wore
a sheath covering their genitals but highlighting theirrippling muscles and
fine physique.

"Show us Your dedication, slave," Mistresssaid. Both men dropped their
sheaths and exposed huge penises. The audiencegasped (especially the women)
as the spotlight caressed these beautifulcreatures and their exquisite
manhood.

I knew what to do. I crawled to the first and took histool into my hungry
mouth. He started to get hard and I relaxed my throat toengulf as much of
him as possible. Every inch, 5, 6, 7 ... 9, 10, 11 wereinside my mouth and
down my gagging throat. I stifled the reflex and kept focuson pleasing
Mistress Cleo. I reached his body cavity and held his entire
shaftinside. Then, I relaxed my oral grip and slid back and forth on his
exposedfoot-long. Caressing the head and using my tongue to circle the
slit, I couldfeel him getting rock hard. After ten minutes of fellatio on
this real man, hiships bucked and I sensed his climax coming. He let go of
his load and I swallowedwith excitement, honored to take his royal
seed. Some landed on my face and Islurped it up as best I could.

"Thank You, Sir. Well done Mr. Jackson. Let's seewhat else this white slave
boi can do to demonstrate his loyalty."

The other man approached. He put one foot up on a chairand I circled behind
him. In this position, his ass cheeks were split apart abit. I dove, tongue
first, into his ass. I then noticed that a huge screenbehind us caught all
the action. The audience had a 15-foot clear picture ofthis white boi
pleasuring the ass of a Black Man. I worked hard to get deep andcover his
dung hole. After a while, we had a rhythm with a natural rocking thatseemed
to captivate the audience. There was an eerie silence as I worked himhard.

Mistress finally turned him around to face me. His bigknot of a cockhead
was in my mouth before She could order me. I then noticedthat Mistress had
put Her harness on and Her favorite Black phallus was parkedin front. She
lubed my ass and I could feel the unmistakable pressure of Hercock looking
for an invitation to rape me. When She mounted me and entered myass, the
big camera caught it all and the crowd went berserk. Mistress Mochaand I
have a long history of fucking. She's the best. She's gentle
yetcommanding. She rubs the back of the dildo against Her clit and gets off
ondoing me. I get off on Her big dick hitting my prostate. We rock and roll
...often. So this was easy. Cocksucking in front; ass fucking from the
rear. I wasa white boi in heaven.

Mistress Cleo picked up Her pace and my ass was receivingthe black piston
with rapidity. The man in front was ready to explode and I wasfeeling like
the fulcrum. The audience was at a fever pitch awaiting the moneyscene just
as Mistress Cleo let out a primal scream and pounded deep inside ofme for
the final time. The man let loose with a vengeance and I swallowed mysecond
big glop of cum of the day.

Hoots and hollers came from the crowd while Cleo composedHerself and
removed Her phallus.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is but one demonstrationof our Superiority.
White bois and girls all over the nation are lining up toserve us. This is
our time ... this is our birthright .... this is our destiny.Seize it!"

We left the stage to an enormous ovation. Mistress took afew curtain calls
and then we sneaked back to our room through the serviceelevator.

"You did well, boi."

Thank You, Mistress. You inspire me."

"Not even one stammer. I'm proud of you."

Thank You, Ma'am. I could never lllleet Yoooou doooown,"I stammered.

We both laughed as She said. "Those two boys arecoming up in a few minutes
to fuck me. You'd better get ready.

"What, Ma'am, ready? You know how much I love creampie for dessert."