BLACK MADAME 2 (Black Mistress)
As instructed, I knock on Miss Jean's door at exactly 4 o'clock. Past
experience has taught me not to be late; my Mistress will not permit
tardiness.
She makes me wait, but then suddenly the door opens, and I gaze adoringly
on my powerful dominatrix once again. She appears to tower over me,
mainly due to her overpowering persona; although her heels raise her
perhaps 3 or 4 inches above me, I feel tiny before her. Miss Jean's dark
skin and high cheekbones underscore her superiority, and her glossy red
lips part in a scornful smile as she sees my weakness. My black Mistress
is a well built, overweight woman, and is a few years older than me, in
her early 40's. She wears a tight blouse and skirt, emphasizing her
feminine curves. She holds a cigarette in one hand, and waves me in with
the other. Mistress wastes no time on pleasantries.
"I want your balls in my hand! Strip now!" she demands.
I strip. She is amused to see that I have followed orders, and am wearing
my wife's sexiest white lingerie under my work clothes. The white basque
is tight and was very awkward for me to put on, but probably helps to make
my figure more feminine, the way Madame likes it. Suspender straps run
from it to the lacy-topped white stockings they support. White satin
panties almost contain my erect cock, as my shiny helmet pokes impudently
over the top of my panties. It will probably pay for its impertinence
later.
Madame places a pair of white stiletto's on the floor next to my feet.
"Get into them, sissy slut." I obey, feeling ridiculous under the
scornful gaze of my black mistress.
She holds out her palm at crotch height, and as trained I pull my panties
to the side and place my balls in her hand. She gazes into my eyes with a
wicked smile on her lips, and slowly squeezes.
"Who's boss here?" she asks.
"You are, Madame," I gulp, "You are the Mistress of my worthless white
ass, and the owner of my penis and balls, Miss Jean."
Laughing, she cuffs my hands high behind me, in the small of my back.
"Don't you look sweet now, Mr. Law?" she laughs. My face burns in
delicious humiliation.
"Where are the spare stockings I told you to bring?"
I gulp. "Madame, I couldn't find any others in my wife's drawers." She
looks at me sharply, and I quake under her gaze.
"But I found some in Amanda's room. They're in the bag at the door."
Miss Jean's eyes widen in glee. "Excellent, sissy-boy. Your balls will
be punished by your daughter's nylons."
Taking the worn black stockings, she reaches under my panties and begins
to bind them around my balls, taking care to separate and lift each one.
It is tight, and I strive to remain still, knowing my punishment if I
annoy my Mistress. I see them in the mirror, one poking out from each
side of the white panties, taking on a purple hue with the strain.
The second stocking is used as a leash, and Miss Jean pulls on it, leading
me around her living room. I totter after her on my white high heels.
After so many lessons at Miss Jean's hands, I am fairly competent in them,
and take great care to wiggle my ass as I walk, trying to be as feminine
as possible to avoid incurring my Mistress's wrath.
I see her hand firmly grasping the end of my cock-lead, her long scarlet
fingernails appearing as cruel talons to me. Madame's bottom sways before
me invitingly, from side to side - how I long for her permission to bury
my face into its sweetness. Her tight skirt reaches the back of her
knees, and I admire the shimmering black hose-covered legs below.
Finally, I gaze reverently at her spike heels , at least 4" high, long and
tapering. She walks confidently in her high heeled shoes, the very ones I
have spent hours polishing with my humble tongue.
"I wonder when Amanda last wore these stockings, sissy?" She turns and
winks. "I bet she enjoyed wearing them for her boyfriend. Do you think
she allowed his hands to rove all over them? I wonder if they parted for
his hands to stroke her young pussy? Do you think her lover is black? I
bet he is, sissy boy. Next time you come to worship me, bring a pair of
your daughter's sexiest panties!" She gives a sharp tug, and I groan in
pain but voice my assent.
Oh, my Mistress knows what buttons to push. My cock grows even harder as
I try not to imagine my 18 year old daughter making out in the sexy
stockings I now wear bound around my balls. I wonder what torment awaits
me with Amanda's panties.
Mistress then commands me to kneel before her as she sits at her dresser.
"You may ask now, white-boy."
I hate to ask, as well she knows, but dare not disobey.
"Please, Madame, please make my face up in pretty makeup. Please make me
look sexy and girlish." I look up pleadingly into her beautiful face,
knowing that if I don't make it convincing she will punish me more.
"Good sissy," she laughs. "Of course Madame will make you up. We must
make you look sweet for the girls."
My heart freezes. Girls? Oh, no - she doesn't intend to expose me like
this to others, surely!
"Oh yes, sissy. My niece is coming over soon, and she's heard so much
about your little visits here. She's bringing a friend. They're both
dying to meet you. You see, they both remember you from high school.
They were cheerleaders, and we all know how you used to treat colored
cheerleaders. I think you'll be paying for being such a white-ass pig all
afternoon. I wonder if you'll remember them?! You won't forget them
after today, that's a fact, boy."
Miss Jean wipes away a tear from my cheek, and continues to apply the
thick makeup with skill. She knows how I hate being feminised, and enjoys
it all the more because of it. I catch another glimpse of myself in her
mirror. I look so very vulnerable, and know how helpless and ridiculous I
must appear.
"You'll like my niece, sissy," my Mistress continues. "She's around the
same age as your daughter - almost 20. She's so beautiful - and you'll
just be crazy about her legs - they are so long. Of course, she doesn't
have my breasts, but Pauline's are okay in their way. Not that it matters
much to you, Mister football coach. Pauline only takes real men as
lovers. Not sissy white boys like you. But you'll give her lots of fun
anyway, in your own way. Just be sure to treat her and her friend with
respect, boy. Your ass is theirs! Ha-ha!"
I feel a shiver of fear run through me. "Madame, will they hurt me?"
"Of course, sissy. Pauline has a fantasy about fucking a white man's ass.
She's got a lovely big, hard, strap-on to do it, and I told her that
you'd just love to be on the receiving end of her dildo."
"But...Madame..."
"Oh, you don't need to thank me, sissy. You should have heard Pauline
laugh when I told her I knew a white sissy who loved to be sodomised.
When I told her it was you, well, she looked like the cat who got the
cream. And her friend, Cindy, she wants to beat your ass after it's been
well and truly fucked."
Miss Jean finished applying the makeup and put a cute wig on my head. Now
I looked very feminine, if not exactly female.
"Over my lap now, whitey. Let's warm up that fat ass of yours before the
girls get here."
I obey with alacrity. Madame knows how to spank white boys.
And yet somehow, despite knowing what lay ahead, my cock strained against
my wife's scanty panties as I stretch myself across Madame's ample lap.
My now-tender balls flattened out on her tight skirt and I felt a feeling
of total humiliation and fear pass through me as I recited the words
Mistress had trained me to say.
"Please....please punish my naughty white sissy ass, Madame. Please
punish me on behalf of the superior black race."
Madame laughed. "Of course, boy. If that's what you want Madame will be
happy to punish you."
