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Five
Year of Black and White
A • Year One – Spring
M/f,
Interracial, modification, toys, BDSM, slavery, real, romantic, consensual,
humiliation
“Is he still sleeping? Yes he is, good.”,
I sneaked out of bed, slid into my bathrobe and walked away to the kitchen. “Spring equinox, Jesse’s birthday. His
servitude towards me ends now… I have treasured the last six months. But do I
want to submit as he did?”, I walked out to the courtyard and leaned onto
the wall overlooking the sea. “His
submission was genuine. Is he mad at me for what I’ve done to him? Will he pay
me back if I submit? What if I don’t? Will things between us ever be the same,
or will they just tense up and go back to the way they were in L.A.?”, I
splashed with the pool water with my foot. One of the neighbours cats jumped up
on the wall, squinting at me. I looked back at it. “What do you think?”, I said
out loud. The cat yawned sleepily and laid down on one of the pedestals.
“But… if I don’t submit… there wont be a next
year…”, that thought saddened me. I would very much like next fall to be
now, to put him under the knife again and refashion his body for real this
time. At a real doctor. “I wonder what
he’ll do to me if I give myself to him…”, I shook my head. “What am I thinking? This is a kink I’ve
never tried before. I’ve never submitted 24/7, and I can’t say I don’t like it
until I’ve tried.”, I gazed back at the house. The sun was rising. It was
time.
* J *
*click* I
woke up. Something felt strange, my throat. I touched my throat. “Skin, not leather…” I sat up and looked
at our clock. 20 march. My birthday. “Oh…
oh!” Ayanti sat on the floor next to the bed. “In honour of our agreement
my love, I Ayanti Gold, submit to you for six months until the autumnal
equinox, my birthday. If you wish to have me.” I looked on her and smiled
wryly, “Oh do I ever wish to have you.”
The next
couple of weeks felt weird for both of us. She cooked the food, cleaned the
house, tended to the garden and served me. I called her Mistress now and then
and, to her great embarrassment, she sometimes called me slave. I cut her some
slack the first days.
She had
done a number on me. My mind, my hair and my tongue were all modified, and I
felt I had to repay the courtesy. So on the first day, I cut her hair. She begged
me not to, but I still did. Then we went to a hairdresser who chemically
straightened her hair. No more ‘mushrooms’ or dreadlocks. Just straight,
pretty, black hair. After that, we went had all her hair under her neck removed
via electrolysis. Permanently gone. She would never have to shave my legs
again, She would never have to shave her armpits, and her pussy hair is gone,
forever. About a week later I took her to a piercing shop. She looked
terrified, but in we went. We had an appointment, and after a short wait the
shops owner came out. An older man with large tattoos over his arms and body.
“Ayanti Gold?” he said and looked at my pet. “Yep, that’s me”, she said and
stood up, clearly nervous. “Let’s see what we can do about you then”, he smiled
and placed his hand on her back, bringing her into the back of the shop.
* A *
The needle
ran through my skin, my left nipple was pierced, and just as quickly a metal
rod had been inserted into it. I bit my lip hard and breathed deeply, rapidly.
I looked down upon it. “My breasts we’re
a largish C-cup and, as Master often described them, ‘ample’. My nipples on the
other hand are quite small, and very sensitive. Definitely not intended to be
run through with a n…AAaaa!” The
skin around her other nipple broke and a metal rod was inserted into. The shops
owner looked at me “That was nice warm up, wasn’t it?”, he said with a wicked
smile. “Stick your tongue out please”. “Oh
God… God!” I didn’t really have any choice but to extend my tongue. He
fastened a clamp onto it and motioned for Master to hold it. I looked
desperately into his eyes.
“Please make him stop, this hurts”, I
thought. Sadly, Master never could read minds. The needle passed through my
tongue and he quickly slid a barbell through it, which he fastened. Weirdly
enough, it didn’t hurt much at all. I calmed down for a second until he said
“All right, please take of your pants and panties miss”. I looked bewildered at
Master, but he just nodded at me.
He pierced
my left outer labia, my right outer labia, my left inner labia and my right
inner labia. All of them in one sitting. Master was holding my hand and soothed
me by caressing my head. Tears ran down my cheeks. “There, there little miss.
Only the last one left now. He reached down and pressed back on my clit hood,
making my clit peek forward. I panicked, I truly did. Master had to hold me
down on the bed and talk calmly with me for a quarter of an hour. Not that I
could say much back, my tongue had already started to swell from the piercing.
I looked at him and shook my head, tears silently straying down my face. He
took me by surprise and ran the needle through. “I’ll die…”, I thought.
It hurt, a
lot. But not nearly as much as would’ve thought that it would. “Nerve endings
are specialized miss, the ones who send pain are not the same as the ones who
send pleasure” he said and patted my pubic bone with a smile.
He informed
us that the nipple piercing and the outer labia would take quite some time to
heal, months, and that touching the piercings or moving them would slow the
healing. The tongue piercing would heal quicker, less than a month if lucky. In
other words, masturbation wasn’t exactly going to speed up any healing. Master
locked my crotch in a chastity belt made of leather and steel.
A • Train and strain
“You we’re
never happy giving up your training, where you slave?” he asked me one morning.
I looked at him quizzically. “You know, when we both got jobs, you stopped
practising your…”, he made a mock guard-like stance and desperately tried to
mimic one Bruce Lee’s shout, “…karate.” Slightly amused, I looked at him “No
Master, I loved practicing the art. And… I’ve also grown fat due to lack of
training…”, I said, my eyes hitting the floor. “Yeah, I know”, he said. Now
playing with an apple. He caught flying in the air from one hand to another. He
took a bite out of it and smiled at me. “Take a look at the front yard.”
Curiously, I walked to the hall and looked out. Brown boxes. And lots of them.
“What’s that Master?”, I asked as he walked up behind me. “Gym equipment”, he
casually said biting another chew from his apple.
* J *
I made her
work out every day, hard. When she ran, I tied her wrists loosely to the
running machine, making a fall both uncomfortable and painful. Some times, I faked
leaving the room after switching on a 45 minute long program for her, but I was
always nearby. But the look of dread on her face was priceless. As for her
other training, changed her chastity belt to a jock strap belt, giving me full
access to her ass. I inserted electrode ridden butt plugs into her, making it
easy to punish her if she was going to slowly on the sit ups, or didn’t put her
heart into the push ups. I started with a hard training program for her and
tightened it up as we went along.
One day, a
couple of weeks after training started…
“God that’s hot. Ok, I admit. I’m a racist,
so shoot me. Black girls look better…”, my thoughts trailed of as I looked
on my slave. She was doing sit ups on the yard above the pool. I had her doing
sets of 100 and then one minutes rest. She was somewhere between 300 and 400 at
the moment. I had a butt plug in her ass connected to an electrical unit for
administering shocks to her if I wasn’t satisfied with slave’s performance. The
battery was fastened on her thigh “Oh
man, that sweaty body glistening in the noon sun. I think I’m gonna burst a
vein in my cock.” Sweat was literally dripping from her to the stone below.
Under my parasol it was about 85 °F. Needless to say, she wasn’t in the shade.
“Threehundredfiftythree,
threehundredfiftyfour, threehundredfiftyfive…” Ayanti panted, diligently doing
her sit-ups. It was important that her back never completely touched the
ground, otherwise sit-ups don’t have any decent effect on the training. At
first, I manually administered shocks to her ass when her back touched the
ground, but I found a better way. I taped the remote control on a tile just
where her shoulder meets with the ground.
“Threehundredsixtyseven,
threehundredsixtyeight, threehundredsixtynNNAAaaiii…”, she yelped and her face
contorted in surprised pain, and seconds later in disappointment. “Forgive me
Master for my clumsiness”, she said with down caste eyes. “It’s all right
slave. Go on.”, I said to her and lazily waved my wrist. She nodded and continued,
apparently very tired. She hit 400 pretty quickly there after and collapsed on
the floor, careful not to lie down on the remote. Panting heavily she looked at
me from the floor, with a hint of desperation in her eyes. I usually had her do
300, and she used to be quivering after that. I looked at her with a wicked
smile and said, “Up for another hundred?”. “P-p.. please Master, I can’t”, she
said and crawled up to me and hugged my leg, looking up at me with her big
eyes, pouting her lower lip. I looked down at her for a second. I looked away
briefly. “This slave would do anything for you Master, if you would just spare
her more work out, she’s so very tired.”, Ayanti said and caressed her cheek
against my leg. She gasped and then looked up at me again. ”Damn her and her seductive wiles…” I
looked down at her and said, “All right, I’ll let this one slip. But you owe me
for this”, I said, cooking my head and looking meaning at her. “Thank you
Master”, she said and bowed to kiss my feet. “Please. Let me make this up to
you somehow”, she said, ready to fall over from exhaustion.
“Listen
carefully, I’m gonna tell you this only once.”, she sat up in attention. “Go
into the house. Bring me four pieces of 30 foot rope. The bag of body
jewellery, a three foot silver chain, one of the small delicate ones. And a
cold beer.” I looked at my watch, “you have 90 seconds. I suggest you run”. She
looked at me surprised, got to her feet and ran quickly into the house. I
picked up the remote and started clocking her.
I looked at
my watch, “40 seconds left”. I could
see her running about in the house. Ropes, a beer and the jewellery bag already
in her hands. “20 seconds…”, I
thought and smiled. “She better get
moving back her soon if she’s gonna make it poolside in 20 seconds.” And
then Ayanti burst out of the house, her arms spilling over with equipment. She
ran up to me and stopped just before me, panting. I stopped my watch. “Here…
Master… The… The things you asked for…”, she managed. I took the beer out of
her hand, turned around and sat it down on the table under the parasol. Looking
at my watch as I did it. I walked up to her and showed it to her. It said ‘91.4
seconds’. I lifted the remote and she cringed, readying herself for the
incoming pain. I made a mock push of the button, and she cringed even further,
pulling one of her legs up to her chest, whimpering. “Now the anticipation grew into a bigger torment than the punishment
itself, always a lovely sight to see”, I thought, smiling to myself and
pushed the button. She jumped a bit and yelped, but nothing more than that.
* A *
Sweat ran
down my body and left wet footprints on the stones were I’ve walked. “Hands
behind your back, feet apart”, he said without looking at me, rummaging through
the bag of body jewelry. I did so. He took up two pieces from the bag and
closed his fist around them, and walked up to me. He took of my chastity belt
and laid aside on the ground. “Fresh air
on my pussy”, I sighed happily. “That
feels so good.”, I looked down upon it, I havn’t seen it since he looked me
in that dreadful piece four weeks ago. “My pretty pussy hair, gone. My body,
refashioned by his will.” I immediately got hot, I thought of Master using
me for his urges, converting my body to a tool for his sexual prowess. “I am a sex toy…” I tasted the words. It
sounded alien, but not scary or wrong. We both knew I liked the idea and had
liked it for a long time.
I could
feel him fiddling with the piercings in my pussy. Carefully staying away from
the unhealed outer lips. He took out one of the barbells in my inner lips and
inserted a flesh tunnel instead. It’s like a short empty cylinder. The cylinder
walls pressing out onto the pierced flesh, keeping it in place, and cylinder
itself empty, so you could see through it. He took the silver chain and
inserted it through the flesh tunnel so it ran through my inner pussy lip. I
was growing more and more horny, my clit had already started to peek out of its
hood. So he had no trouble fastening the end of the chain in my small clit
ring.
He stood up
and looked me in the eye. “That beautiful
boyish face…”, I could feel myself getting a bit wet. Or was it just sweat
running down crotch? I felt hot anyway. “Your
tongue slave”, he said with a slight smile. I extended my tongue and he
replaced the stud in it with a ring, it’s circumference just enclosed the tip
of my tongue. I couldn’t really close my mouth when it was there, so I
uncomfortably kept it open, looking questioningly at my Master.
“Kneel”, he
said gesturing towards a mattress he’d laid out next to the pool. I slowly sat
down on my kneels, then bringing my butt to my heels, as he had taught me to
sit. He took one the ropes and tied my right ankle to my right upper thigh, and
did the same with my left leg. My ankles now securely pressed and locked to my
sweaty buttocks. “Sit up straight slave”, he said and prodded me in the back. I
immediately straightened up. He took my arms and placed them in the small of my
back, tying each wrist to the other arms elbow, securing the arms together. He
placed one hand on my head, pushing me forward, laying my chest down on the
mattress, my face pressed toward the floor, my ass jutting up in the air,
showcasing my wet pussy and sweaty body for all to see. “Ayanti, there’s no one here but Master.”, I tried to tell my self.
But I still felt exposed and vulnerable. A mixture of sweat and juices dripped
from my pussy down to the mattress, adding to the moist spots that already
covered it.
He removed
the battery from my thigh, disconnecting the wires to my butt plug. He then
took a steady grip on the plug and steadily, but slowly, started pulling it out
of me. I gasped as the thick end passed out of my ring. It had obviously been
there for a while, because I could feel the wind blowing into my ass, hinting it
was not completely closed. “AIIiii!”, I yelped when I felt a sudden tug on my
clit. I opened my ass and saw Master squatting next to me, playfully pulling at
the silver chain that was connected to my clit. “Open your mouth”, he said. He
grabbed hold of my tongue ring and pulled my tongue out of my mouth. “What is he doing?”, I thought before
trying to vocalize it. “Oaae ae ou…”, I tried but realised that talking was out
of the option. He fastened the silver chain in my tongue ring, my tongue now
connected to my clit. He tightened the chain so I had to bend my head down and
extend my tongue to not pull painfully hard on my clit. I whimpered and shifted
positions, trying to find what was the least painful and finally found that
laying my upper body crooked the one side and pressing my head underneath it
gave me the most slack.
In the
middle of my bodily contortions I froze. The head of his cock touched my ass. “Oh, my God…”, was the only sensible
thought I could produce as he pressed his cock deep inside my ass. He steadily
hilted it at the first stroke, I could feel his sack hitting my pussy lips.
“Uunngh…”, I moaned, feeling my insides being filled with his cock. He pulled
out completely of me, and pushed it inside me again. Grunting with pleasure as
he slowly inserted the entire length of his cock into my ass. His sack hit my
pussy again. Now he slowly began to fuck my ass. “My body sates Master’s urges…”, I thought and closed my eyes. I
could feel my clit throb. I pulled slightly at my clit with my tongue. A wave
of pleasure struck over me, I cringed with my entire body. Master gripped my
hips roughly to hold me in place, still fucking my ass. I started to carefully
tug at my clit with my own tongue, my tongue extended out of my mouth,
flickering in place. “Just like going
down on a girl”, I thought to my self. “But
I’m going down on myself”. I closed my eyes yet again and kept on flicking
my tongue. Moaning from pleasure.
All of a
sudden, he stuck two fingers inside me and scooped up as much pussy juice he could
hold. He smooched it over my ass and his dick a couple of times and continued
ramming me to the hilt. I could feel the pressure building up inside. “God… Please, do that again. Your cock, your
hand, your finger, just anything! My pussy needs it so badly.”, I thought
as I continuously flicked my clitchain with my tongue. The chain looping
through my inner lip and tugging my clit downwards. Master grunted and shifted
his footing, bending forward almost lying on me. He rested one hand on my hip
and his other hand on my head, pressing my face down into the mattress. The way
he so carelessly handled my body forced humiliation to spread across me, I
blushed and I could feel my sex swell, pressure building up even more inside
me. “Oh God… oh God-oh-God!!”, I started
panting and screaming, violently thrashing about. He seized me firmly and held
me in place as I came. And I came hard. I pulled on the ropes that held me in
place, my legs quivering of pleasure and exhaustion. The muscles in my
abdominal cramped up. I pressed my eyes shut and could see the very stars.
When the
euphoria had faded, I realised that my upper body had straightened out on the
mattress and that my clit hurt. I quickly shifted back down and let my tongue
out. The pain subsided. I lay there panting, eyes closed with a smile on my
face as Master sated himself on my ass. Me, still being high on the orgasm
really didn’t care what he did to my body, but it felt nice being fucked. I was
fulfilled. He came shortly there after inside me, pulled out, patted me on the
back and said “Good girl”. I was filled with warm fuzziness. He left my tied up
like that, sat down in his chair under the parasol and opened up his cold beer.
“Cheers, m’love.”
* J *
As her
piercings started to heal, I took her back to the piercing shop. Partly for a
check up, making sure that the aftercare was done properly, but mostly because
she wasn’t done yet. Ayanti didn’t know this, and was quite dismayed when she
found out. Regardless, she took itlike the good girl she is, with obedience.
When the summer was over, she had five piercing in each outer lip, and three
piercings in each inner lip. Her petite clit ring perpetually peeked out
underneath her hood. This also means that she hadn’t been fucked in the pussy
for the last six months, which seemed to frustrate her to great lengths. Still,
I made sure she got to cum more than enough. Since her pussy was off limits,
but I still wanted to bury my cock in something wet and warm, she got quite
used to anal sex over these months. In fact, she even started to enjoy it.
Also, she
honed her skills at fellatio, perfecting them. I used a numbing spray on her
tongue, making her practice deepthroating. I could tell from her reaction that
she never really liked it, but she got the hang of it. I on the other hand
enjoyed laying her on the back and pushing my sack onto her face, watching how
her throat flexed and shifted as my cock stroked through it. Also, cumming with
her nose in my belly button was delicious indeed. I always made sure to reward
her when she managed to stay calm through an entire deepthroating. She could be
such a good girl.
Her
training really paid of. She started to look more and more like the Ayanti I
first met all those years ago. Her thighs and her butt tightened up, losing
excess fat. Her arms became thin and strong. You could see her abs when she
tensed up, forming a square pattern pointing downwards to her hairless sex. Her
crotch now beset with small rings, sitting neatly in her folds. Her ample
breasts had a piercing each through the base of each nipple. There she was
ornamented with captive bead rings, the lower end of the ring following the rim
of her nipple. Her regular hair now extended down all the way to her shoulders,
straight and black. She was the epitome of beauty, just the way I made her.
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