BLACK MADAME 5 (Miss Jean's Houseboy)
After the party at Mistress Angela's house I had thought my humiliation
complete. I had been spanked by Madame in front of her friends and their
slaves, including my wife, who also witnessed me being sodomised by her
own Mistress, Miss Dianna, a young black student at my school who took
enormous delight in fucking my ass with her dildo. How could things get
any worse?
I learned the next day as I knelt before my Mistress, my ass still on fire
from the previous evening. My wife was to become Mistress Dianna's
permanent slave, as I was to become Mistress Jean's. I was to resign from
the school and sell all my worldly possessions, the money to be split
between Mistress Jean and Mistress Dianna.
"Do you have any objections, slave?" asked my Mistress. Looking up into
her beautiful black face, I wanted to demand my life back, but she
intimidated me far too much now. I realized, with sadness, that my old
life had gone forever. I was in Miss Jean's power, and I no longer had
the means to escape her. I was genuinely afraid of her. Oddly, a large
part of me also wanted to serve her, and I felt life would be much simpler
with this woman to rule over my every waking moment.
"No, Madame." She seemed pleased with my reply, if not surprised. I was
glad my daughter, Amanda, had recently left home.
"Good, slave. I want you to attend to your affairs immediately, and when
you return I expect to see a large check made out to me. You will then
become my personal houseboy, and we'll see about removing that horrible
restrainer."
My heart leapt. I hadn't been allowed to cum in over a week now, and
remembered the glorious pleasure at Miss Jean's hands. I was desperate
for a relief that I now totally depended on my Mistress to provide, she
holding the only key to the device that kept my penis restrained. Bending
to kiss the toes of her high heels, I was dismissed and left on my final
act of freedom.
My house sold remarkably quickly, to a black couple who I suspected had
been informed of the bargain by Mistress Jean, and the young newly-married
black woman insisted I scrub the house from top to bottom before she moved
in. I soon disposed of all our possessions and cars. I was ordered to
deliver all my wife's sexy underwear to Mistress Dianna, and couldn't help
wondering how Susan had reacted to the change in our lifestyle.
Remembering my wife's soft body, I envied the young vixen who relieved me
of her lingerie with a condescending smile. She had enjoyed fucking my
ass, but I think she enjoyed fucking my wife more, as she seemed partial
to pussy. I didn't expect I would ever again enjoy my wife's pussy - or
any other woman's pussy, in the conventional manner.
I was finally able to present myself to Miss Jean again, with mixed
feelings. I knew that my last chance of freedom lay before me, but the
hold Madame held over me was complete, and I didn't seriously contemplate
disobeying her. The month on my own had seemed like an eternity, and I
realized with surprise how much I missed my Mistress. I had almost had
two "wet dreams", dreaming that my face was buried in her wonderful black
ass, but the cruel restrainer she had locked on my cock prevented any
release. Mistress seemed pleased and welcomed me back with a solid
spanking, having happily pocketed my life savings. There would be a party
that weekend, she informed me, where I could serve her friends and
celebrate my new status as a black woman's slave.
As the weekend approached I was kept busy preparing Miss Jean's large home
for her guests. Everything had to be scrubbed and dusted, polished and
shined. Madame made sure I did not slack, making frequent inspection
tours and handing out swift, harsh punishment if she felt anything was not
up to standard. Of course, Miss Jean was above cleaning, a job she stated
was ideally suited to white sissy-boys, and she spent her days in leisure,
only working up a sweat when she punished my incompetence. In the
evenings I would kneel between her thick thighs, pleasuring her pussy with
my experienced tongue whilst she watched television. Her promise to
remove my restrainer seemed forgotten, and I dared not remind her. My
frustration grew day by day, exasperated by the presence of my beautiful,
sexy owner.
By Saturday morning everything was ready. I glowed with pride as,
kneeling before her, Mistress told me she was happy with my housework, and
chuckled as she said I'd make a fine wife.
"And now that the house is in order, we'd better make a start on getting
you ready, sissy." Madame drove me to her own beauty salon, where I spent
several embarrassing hours being 'prettified' by the colored female staff.
My fingernails and toenails were all manicured and painted in a deep pink
color. My hair, by now quite long, was cut and styled in a very feminine
look, and my eyebrows were plucked and shaped. Most embarrassing, the
owner of the salon, Miss Alison, lay me face-up over her lap and shaved
off my pubic hair, saying that my Mistress wanted me smooth all over.
Much to her amusement I began to cry at the symbolic removal of my last
shred of masculinity, and the other ladies came over to laugh at my
profound shame. It seemed to me the final proof that Madame did not
consider me a real man.
To do the job properly Miss Jean had provided Miss Alison with the key to
my restrainer. When it was removed my penis sprang quickly to full
erection. This provided even more amusement. A very young, and very
pretty, assistant of around 15 was asked to come and look at her first
white dick.
Approaching, she stood by my head, where I was able to get a close look at
her tight denim-clad crotch.
"Doesn't it get no bigger?" asked the young innocent. There was wild
laughter all around as I continued to lie across Miss Alison's lap. I was
by now well acquainted with the cruelty of black women to white men, but
it didn't get any easier.
"Oh no, honey, that's as big as he's ever likely to get." laughed one of
the beauticians.
"He's probably outdoing himself, sugar, what with that leather restrainer
being locked on him so long." laughed another of the ladies. The young
girl reached out and took me in her hand.
"But I can wrap my fingers right around him. I ain't never been able to
do that to no man before!"
"Lori, that's no man there! And you've never touched white meat before
anyway, have you?" My heart was pounding. The girl's hand, simply
wrapped around my cock, was bringing me close to orgasm. I wanted so much
to cum, but was terrified of the shame, and the consequences.
"Careful there, girl. That little white cock looks like it's enjoying
itself too much. We don't want it spitting at us, now do we?" I gritted
my teeth in frustration as Miss Lori removed her hand from my erection.
"He's actually not too bad, for a white boy," put in Miss Alison kindly,
"I've seen a couple, and he's about average."
"Average?" asked Miss Lori, incredulously, and began to laugh herself.
"Well, I'm glad I ain't never messed about with no white boys. I couldn't
have kept my face straight, that's a fact."
Miss Alison finished shaving me, and asked one of the appreciative crowd
to fetch her a bag of ice. Miss Lori hurried to get one, and when she
returned it was placed on my rock-hard cock. I half expected a loud
sizzling noise as my hot erection was quickly reduced to its even smaller
flaccid size, and I was locked up once again in my hated restrainer.
Miss Jean returned to collect me, many long hours later. I was made to go
around each member of staff and thank them very much for their attention.
Miss Lori laughed in my face and dismissed me with the most contemptuous
look I have ever seen. By contrast, Miss Alison took my face between her
hands and kissed me long and hard, slipping her tongue into my mouth. I
struggled to keep my hands by my sides, knowing that it was not my place
to respond as I desperately wanted by pulling the sexy black woman into my
arms. My cock tried to erect as she pushed her body into mine, but the
arousal only caused me pain. When she released me she winked. "See you
tonight, sissy." she smiled, knowing exactly how much she had frustrated
me and clearly enjoying her power.
Back home, Miss Jean did my makeup. I had expected to be made to look
like a slut, but the pale pink lipstick, which matched my nail varnish,
made me look more like a young teenaged girl. The theme was confirmed
when Miss Jean produced my outfit for the night - a pink and white
cheerleader's uniform. The only alteration, it seemed, was that I would
be required to wear pink 3" stiletto's over the short socks, rather than
sneakers. And my skirt was much shorter than the girls at school wore! I
was made to first don a very brief and sexy bra and panty set in white
satin, over which my cheerleader's dress snugly fitted. I was then given
some cheerleading instruction from my Mistress.
It was so embarrassing, but I wanted to please my owner and was a quick
learner, having been watching the cheerleaders at school for over 10
years.
"Now remember, sissy. When the chant is 'Fuck the Bitch, Fuck the Bitch,
Harder, Harder!' what do you do?"
"I sway my hips from side to side in time to the 'Fuck the Bitch' part,
Madame. And I grind my ass in a wide circle at each 'Harder'."
"Well done, sissy. Now, keep practicing while I get myself ready. I
don't want you to let me down tonight!"
Despite the humiliation, I knew I also didn't want to let my Mistress
down. I wanted her to be proud of me. I also wanted to avoid her
punishment.
