BLACK MADAME 3 (Miss Jean's Party)
After a month's behavior training at her hands, Miss Jean decided to invite some
friends to view my progress, and she informed me that I was to be the
entertainment. This made me very nervous; I was used to serving my own
Mistress, but dreaded the added humiliation of other participants. The worst
experience I had so far had was when she had invited two surprise guests at a
previous session, her niece, Miss Pauline, and her friend Miss Cindy. Miss
Pauline had brutally raped my ass with a strap-on dildo, and afterwards, as I
lay bound, sobbing at my violation, Miss Cindy had soundly whipped my butt. I
desperately hoped those two young dominas would not be guests this time.
I arrived at my Goddess's house an hour before the party was due to begin, and
Miss Jean gleefully showed me my costume for the evening - to my great shame I
was again to be feminised, dressed in a little pink maids outfit, frilly
underwear, stockings and pink 4 inch heels. As each guest arrived I was to open
the door and let them in. I was instructed to clearly and loudly introduce
myself to each by curtsying, kneeling and kissing the toes of their footwear,
and announcing that my name was "Sweet Sissy."
It took over an hour for Mistress to get me ready. There was really no need to
take so long, but Miss Jean enjoyed humiliating me, and stretched it out. She
often paused to let me admire each item of attire, and painstakingly applied my
makeup.
"What do you think of this sexy bra, Mr. Law?" she asked.
"It's beautiful, Madame. I'm such a lucky sissy to be allowed to wear such
pretty things." This was the way Miss Jean liked to rub my nose in it. I had
quickly learned that lack of appreciation or enthusiasm for my training meant
I'd end up with a very sore ass. My mind urged me to resist her crude
brain-washing techniques, but my body remembered the glorious orgasms she had
the power to give - and also the pain she could dish out. And so I strove to
keep her pleased with my behavior.
"Do you like these panties I got for you, sissy?"
"Oh, Madame, they're gorgeous. You are so kind to me, Madame. Please may I be
allowed to put them on?"
"Of course you may wear the pretty panties, Mr. Law. But I don't want you
staining them again. You remember what happened last time?"
Indeed I did. I had been teased all night when, as Miss Jean surely expected, I
had cum in my panties, much to my severe embarrassment. I had been promptly
pulled across Miss Jean's lap and soundly spanked for the offense.
Miss Jean informed me she had invited three friends. The first to arrive was a
Miss Angela, one of the sexiest ladies I had ever seen. She wore an incredibly
tight, short dress in black leather, black panty-hose over the most wonderfully
long, shapely legs, and 4" high heeled shoes. Her 27 year old ebony face was
impeccably made up, and her flowing hair curled around her bare shoulders.
"My, how sweet you look, boy," she laughed as I rose from dutifully kissing her
shoes, "Your Mistress told me how you loved to be her sissy, but I didn't
believe it until now."
I withered under her condescending gaze, wishing I could assure her that I was
indeed a real man. Had I met this beauty in other circumstances, where I could
have done something to impress her, I might have had the chance of seducing her.
Although I tried to disguise my rampant lust for her, she seemed to know the
effect she had on me, and with a shock I realized that she had noticed my little
cock pushing out the front of my skirt. With a self-satisfied smile, she
contemptuously turned on her heel to join my Mistress in the living room.
I had barely recovered when the other two guests arrived hand in hand, Ms
Valerie and Miss Debra. The older of the two was Ms Valerie, around six years
older than I, at 47. She was a very attractive woman, expensively dressed and
with a haughty air of sophistication about her. As I took her fur coat I
realized with a shock that this was Miss Pauline's mother, as I had met her
several times at PTA meetings at my school, when I had arrogantly dismissed her
complaints about my poor treatment of her daughter. Miss Pauline had had her
revenge. I expected tonight Ms Valerie would have hers.
I quelled at the cool look Ms Valerie gave me, and knew instantly that she had
been told all about my degradation at her daughter's hand, and had been looking
forward to seeing me Her friend, Miss Debra, was the youngest of the guests, in
her early 20's, and she was also stunning to look at. Her hair was styled
short, and I thought she dressed a little butch, in tight black leather jeans,
but her see-through white silk shirt proclaimed her a very feminine woman. She
wore ankle boots that boasted long, cruel heels. Her face, also, was very
feminine, and she wore dark red lipstick on luscious, untouchable lips. Her
sultry eyes promised an interesting evening lay ahead.
They all went and sat in the living room, and I went to serve them drinks. I
knew to curtsy properly each time I entered or left the presence of one of the
ladies. Ms Valerie did not think I had curtsied well enough, and I had to ask
her very nicely to slap my little sissy dick so I would learn to be a better
sissy servant. Of course I then had to thank the lady for taking the time to
punish me.
The evening went successfully enough, with me fetching and serving and having my
semi-erect white dick slapped when one of the ladies thought my curtsies were
not cute enough. Things began to get interesting, however, when I was having my
little cock slapped by Miss Debra, and it began to harden under the stimulation.
The ladies all waited for it to acquire its full size, then realized, with much
mirth, that this was as big as it got. Mistress Angela, with a wink at me,
asked my owner when I had last been allowed to cum. I was instructed to answer
the lady.
"I was allowed to masturbate in Madame's presence last week, Mistress Angela." I
replied, in my most deferential voice. Mistress Angela overawed me, her
breathtaking beauty bringing home how pathetic I must appear.
The lady laughed, then Ms Valerie asked me when I had last been allowed to take
pleasure with my wife. My face reddened.
"I was given permission to make love to my wife 17 days ago, Ms Valerie."
"Did she enjoy it, white boy?"
My face got even redder. "I was instructed to cum before my wife had an orgasm,
Mistress."
The group of ladies laughed.
"And what did your wife think of this, boy?" asked Mistress Debra.
"She...she wasn't too happy with me, Miss Debra." I replied. It was rather an
understatement, we had had a blazing row and I'd been packed off to the spare
room until I learned how to be a 'proper' man. I'd listened to my wife bring
herself off with the vibrator I'd been ordered to give her by Miss Jean when I'd
first began my training.
Miss Jean spoke as the laughter began to subside. "I told sissy that he may be
allowed to show his respect for us tonight, girls."
I was mortified. Not before all Madame's guests, surely.
"A splendid idea," spoke up Mistress Angela, "He can use my panties if he asks
nicely."
I wanted the room to swallow me up, but I noticed Miss Jean looking at me,
expectantly. I would be allowed no escape. Besides, I realized with a shock, I
was desperate to feel Miss Angela's panties on my cock.
"Please, Mistress Angela, may I be allowed to masturbate into your beautiful,
sexy panties?"
"Are you sure you want to do it in front of us, sissy?" she asked, gazing deeply
into my eyes.
Everyone knew I had no choice, but the ladies were enjoying playing it out. My
face could not have gotten any redder now.
"Yes, please, Mistress Angela. It would be a great honor to me to be allowed to
show my respect to Madame's guests."
"Go on." Miss Jean ordered sternly as the ladies continued to enjoy my
humiliation.
"I love to jerk off into beautiful ladies panties. Especially beautiful black
ladies panties. It makes my little white penis very hard."
I wanted to die as the ladies roared their laughter.
Mistress Angela then stood up and, reaching under her leather dress, pulled down
a pair of white, silky briefs. I realized then that she was actually wearing
stockings, not panty-hose, and my dick twitched more as I caught a glimpse of
smooth, ebony thighs. Miss Angela draped her panties over the end of my exposed
cock.
"Hands on head, sissy," said Miss Jean, "I'm going to masturbate your pathetic
little cock myself."
So saying, she stood behind me and wrapped the gorgeous panties, still warm from
Mistress Angela's pussy, around my already hard dick.
"Pump your white dick, sissy boy."
Miss Jean was determined to wring every bit of humiliation out of the situation.
The ladies sat back to enjoy the show as I pumped my ass back and forward,
causing wonderful sensations to run along my cock. Miss Jean grasped the
panties tightly around me. She wasn't masturbating me at all - instead she was
making me fuck the panties in her hand.
Despite the intense humiliation I could feel myself building to a climax. It
had been a long week, and I was unable to stop myself groaning loudly with
pleasure, which brought forth fresh peals of laughter from the ladies. I knew I
must have been a pathetic sight, and Madame's friends, sitting before me with
legs crossed, had surely never witnessed a more degrading spectacle. I realized
that they did not really regard me as an individual - instead I was an example
of the white male who was a bane on their lives.
I came in a torrent, soaking Mistress Angela's delicate panties with my cum. I
noticed Miss Debra pressing her thighs tightly together, and wondered if my
humiliation had actually turned her on. Ms Valerie, despite enjoying my
degradation, looked slightly disappointed that I had been allowed to cum - I
think she would have enjoyed denying me release.
My Mistress released my cock and joined the ladies before me. I was left
standing alone, with a pair of soft panties wrapped around my cock, sighing in
pleasure in the aftermath of a rare orgasm. My tormentors remained seated
before me, giggling like schoolgirls and making disparaging comments about my
performance and inadequate equipment. My cock gradually lost its hardness and,
to my shame, Miss Angela's panties dropped off my cock and landed at my feet,
prompting fresh laughter.
Mistress Angela rose from her seat to pick up the sodden panties. She held them
up before my eyes.
"You disgusting, vile creature. You've ruined my underwear."
"I'm...I'm sorry, Miss Angela." I replied, returning to reality with regret.
"Make him clean them, Angela." spoke up Miss Debra.
"You heard her, white boy. Open up."
Reluctantly I opened my mouth, and Miss Angela deposited her panties inside with
a smile.
"Suck them clean, boy," she instructed, delight at my degradation clear in her
dark face.
I began to chew, fighting against the urge to spit them out. I had never tasted
cum before, and struggled against the vile taste, knowing I dare not show my
displeasure. Mistress Angela watched my face for a few moments then returned to
her friends, who lost interest in me as they began to converse.
I remained ignored for ten minutes or so, when I saw Ms Valerie asking something
of my Mistress. Miss Jean smiled, and beckoned me over.
"Kneel before us, Mr. Law." she ordered. Miss Angela reached forward to reclaim
her panties, which she threw to the floor with hardly a glance.
I knelt, looking up at the four superb ladies, wondering what was to come next.
"Ms Valerie would like to hear how you enjoyed her daughter's dildo."
It was a double-barbed question. I could not possibly tell her how much I had
hated it - the punishment for such impertinence would be severe indeed. But I
was scared that if I took the only reasonable alternative I would be subjected
to an ass-fucking again.
"Well, boy?" asked an impatient Ms Valerie.
I determined to take the lesser of the two evils.
"I very much enjoyed being fucked by your daughter, Ms Valerie. I am a very
lucky sissy to lose my virginity to Miss Pauline's dildo. She was very ...
masterful, and my ass was well and truly fucked."
"Good. I'll let her know how much you loved being her slut, Mr. Law."
"Yes please, Ms Valerie. Thank you."
"Meanwhile," Ms Valerie continued, with a broad smile, "There's the matter of
your impertinence to me. Would you like me to teach you some manners?"
Although I had expected a beating at her hands, I groaned inwardly in fear. But
I remembered my training.
"I would be very grateful if you would punish me for failing to show you enough
respect, Ms Valerie."
The older lady's lips parted in a cruel smile as she reached into her bag and
produced a vicious looking whip.
"I'll be happy to teach you to respect your betters," she replied, "Nose to the
carpet, Mr. Law. Get your sissy white ass high for me."
I steeled myself for the ordeal to come...
