Tamika's Descent By femmeslave I am a 24 year old ex high school cheerleader. I also would describe myself as extremely cute girl next door type, I love my beautiful caramel skin and pert breasts and I also have a ass that would make anyone want to stop and stare. I guess being a only child with well-to-do divorced parents I am a little spoiled and stuck up. I'm very harsh on anyone whom I feel do not meet my standards of knowing their place whenever they are around me. About a year ago I took a job in the human resource department of a local factory. Everyone seem pleasant enough from first appearances with the exception of this girl named Beth. I hated Beth from the moment I first met her, I found her very ugly and almost gross in appearance. Though she was not fat she was still a big girl like one of those softball or basketball girls in high school, she wore her hair short and unkempt she reminded me of some kind of dyke, her manners were crude and her speech was almost like that of a sailor. So, when I was assigned a project in which I had to work directly with her, I was almost ready to quit, but I figured I would just try and get it over as quick as possible. As it turns out Beth proved to be a very capable administrator and her knowledge of various office software made the project go much smoother than I had expected. Though I was still put off by her appearance Beth's quick wit and professional confidence actually made the time I had to spend with her no where near as bad as I thought it would be. Beth suggested we work a little overtime on the project to finish a little ahead of schedule so she invited me over to her apartment to get some work done. When I arrived at her apartment I thought it was a mess, it looked like she had made an attempt to straighten up a little before I arrived I offered to help her tidy up a little, which seemed to pleased her a whole lot, I guess in our own way Beth and I were becoming friends. We lucked out and got the living room clean and did a few hours work on our project all before seven o'clock. She insisted on making dinner for me before I left, I was a little hungry and figured what harm could it do. After dinner she offered a drink or two and I figured sure why not. She showed me around her apartment in the bedroom a noticed a few dvd's that had been left on the nightstand, they were all girl/girl movies, and though I had suspected that Beth was gay now I guess the cat was out of the bag, but it did not bothered me that Beth was gay... because I was straight and even if I was gay I'm sure I would be with a "Halle Berry type" of girl and not this 140 pound white girl (but why was I even considering "if I was gay") In the weeks that followed Beth and I finished our project and our "friendship" seem to blossom. I found myself visiting her more and more, and for some reason I always found myself just automatically cleaning up as soon as I got there, and Beth would kid that it was nice to have her own little maid (which oddly made me blush with pride). We would talk about work, family and friends and do a lot of drinking and sometimes I would stay over and sleep on the sofa if I felt I had too much to drink. Despite all logic I found myself thinking about Beth more and more and I seem to be drawn to her apartment like a magnet or a moth to a flame. Why could I not get this girl off of my mind? Sometimes if we were watching tv we could accidentally touch and I would feel that jolt of electricity that you feel when your physically attracted to someone, sometimes we would playfully wrestle a little if we have had a few drinks and she would always win, pinning me until I would say "I give". I became so curious about Beth's lifestyle that I begin asking her more and more what it was like to be with another woman, she was always vague with her answers but my dreams would have to be satisfied I wanted to try it to get it out of my system once and for all, it was just going to be a little experiment because I was after all not gay, besides I just wanted to see what it was like to try gentle love making with another woman. I knew my charms could seduce Beth easily, as pretty as I was what dyke would not jump at the opportunity to show me pleasure. My plan was to get Beth to do me and the go on about our friendship as before making sure that she know it would be a one time deal for her and she would not be allowed to make love to me anymore after the first time, and in a few days I was going to put my plan in effect. I took the liberty of inviting myself over to Beth's apartment for the weekend, I made it a point to wear a super sexy outfit no bra and the cutest thong I owned (this was going to be the most exciting night Beth ever had). I guess Beth knew something was up from the very beginning and instead of being helpless to all of my overtures she seem aloof and indifferent, quick turning the tables, taking control of the situation. Now it was me that seem to take the passive role, it was Beth that controlled the conversation, she seemed so much stronger now, I had only seen small parts of this part of her personality and it had a unusual affect on me. She leaned forward on the sofa looked into my eyes and told me point blank that she would not be "used" by me or anyone else for that matter and that I owed her an apology for ever thinking I could come into her home and take advantage of her. Tears started to flow from my eyes uncontrollably, Beth hugged me and I found comfort in her large warm soft bosom. Holding my face in both hands she looked me in the eyes and said let's go to bed now baby. Once in her bedroom my sprits quickly lifted, but Beth still let it be known that she was still in complete control. She sat on the bed and told me to stand in front of her and do a slow strip, and though I suddenly felt a little shy I found myself obeying her. I slowly took of my demin shorts revealing my thong then I removed my shirt which I was sure my 34C breasts with little Hershey kisses for nipples would get the desired reaction, instead she told me to model for her, which I did. I I made several 360 degree turns and a few playboy like poses on the floor (my eyes searched her face for a reaction) but she still had her poker face. Beth ordered me on the bed, I was on my side trying to look sexy when she removed my panties and told me to lie on my back with my thighs spread, she then got her digital video camera and told me to play with myself. I should have stopped right then and there, put on my clothes and left, but I found myself doing just what she said not quite understanding the power this woman had over me. Beth made me do some very nasty things with my fingers, under her instruction I fingered both my pussy and asshole and diddle my clit for her. Part of me felt like a fool but my brain was in my pussy now and I was at the point of no return. Finally, Beth sat the camera on the night stand and climbed between my thighs with no foreplay what so ever and attacked my clit with her tongue, stopping only long enough to tell me to lick and suck my fingers clean while she ate me, the fact that I had waited so long for this moment and the kinky act of tasting my own cunt juices I had the most intense orgasm of my life, but Beth was far from finished with me and over the next several hours she brought me to cums that I would have never thought possible. She fingered me to several climaxes making me lick her fingers clean afterwards she ate my pussy and clit better then any man ever had, she sucked my nipples until they were erect beads of passion, she rolled me over on my tummy and spread my ass and and tongued fucked my ass until I moaned with ecstasy and even came from ass loving, then she rolled me over and kissed me deeply making sure I could taste the flavor of my own ass. These acts went on for hours including the occasional whisper into my ear that she would own me, and that I would belong to her and that she was going to make me her slave. Around 3am she put on her strap on and fucked the Hell out of me, my pusssy was so juicy and wet that the dildo sunk right in to the hilt, she pinned my arms down to the bed and fucked with long deep masterful strokes teasing my mouth with her tities before letting me suckle like a little baby. I lost count as to how many times I came but I felt it odd that she did not let me go down on her. I felt it was the least I could do to show my gratitude. The weekend went on pretty much the same way, Beth bringing to mind blowing orgasms, Beth masterfully fucking me, Beth videotaping me doing and saying stuff I would have not thought possible just a few months earlier. By Sunday night I was down right begging Beth for a taste of her pussy but she still refused, and said I would have to earn the right to service her and then she ask me to leave and not come over unless I called first, so for the next week or so Beth completely ignored me at work and she did not return my calls. I by this time was consumed with thoughts of Beth 24 hours a day so when she finally allowed me to visit her I was determined to make the best of it, and whatever she wanted I willing to do it to make her happy When I arrived at her apartment the first thing she did was have me to strip naked, she told me I would be cleaning her apartment for the better part of the morning. Rather than argue I simply swallowed my disappointment and proceeded with my housework while Beth snacked on Danish and watched television. After about 3 hours her whole apartment was spotless as she inspected my work for flaws she commented on the fact that from now on I would INDEED be her maid when I visit and that my new task was to clean the apartment each and everyday in the nude weather she was there or not, and ask if I had a problem with it I told her no I had no problem with it, suddenly her mood changed to anger and she said, "listen you fucking stuck up black bitch, you have been looking down your nose at me from the moment we first met. It was my plan to teach you a lesson from day one, and when I said I was going to make you my slave I was not kidding, now get you slut ass over here and worship the feet of your Mistress". My response was a instant thud as I drop to my knees, covering the distance to where she stood, lowering my head to the lowest of crouches I look up to her for permission to begin and slowly planted kisses on all ten of her toes, and while still maintaining eye contact I bathed her feet with my tongue and mouth, and I noticed my pussy getting wet from the act of licking and sucking her beautiful feet and toes, after about a hour of this I was so hot that I tried to inch my way up her legs to get to her pussy but each time she stopped me short of my goal, she told me I would have to learn to beg before I would be rewarded. Not sure exactly what she wanted I just let the words flow from my heart, honest and sincere she felt my devotion and slowly removed her panties open her bathrobe and spread her legs for me. My heart was beating a thousands beats a minute, as my head got close I could smell the faint aroma of her pussy and it made my mouth water. I dove in head first and what I lacked in skill I made up for with enthusiasm. At first she just let me get my fill of her and I could hear her laugh at my total abandon and make comments like I was a born cunt eater. But she gradually instructed me on the finer points of eating pussy and after a few hours of just learning how to suck her clit and tongue her hole properly, she sunk her hips deeper in the sofa and arched her backside up offering her ting asshole for my pleasure, and unlike her pussy I now had a good idea what I was doing. I licked and sucked her ass cleaning the whole crack with my tongue and mouth and actually loving the taste, but loving the way it made me feel to be on my knees and worshipping Beth's asshole. After spending the better part of two hours eating her ass Beth was ready to teach me the phase of what being a slave was all about. After 4 or 5 hours of eating pussy and ass I headed to the bathroom to was my face and brush my teeth, but Beth was having none of that. She told me I should be honored to have her juice on my face and in my mouth, Beth was opening the door to my most deepest and darkest part of my soul, the extreme need I secretly needed to be used as a whore and slut. As the days turned into weeks I grew to crave the names she called me. When she called me names like a black whore or a ass eating slut or her lesbian freak I actually became what she called me. Everyday I would go to her apartment get naked and serve as her maid doing all of her cooking and cleaning, I made sure to always dress sexy for her and I wore the collar and leash she brought me. I worshipped her pussy, ass, feet and tits. She introduced me to her friends as her slave and I felt nothing but pride knowing that I was indeed becoming a very good slave. Beth also introduced me to bondage and I especially like to be tied up while being fucked by her and her strap on. I was spending so much time with Beth that I decided to come out and tell my mother that I was now gay and wanted to introduce my mother Beth. I told my mother that I was gay, and that my girlfriend was a girl named Beth. Mom took it real well and assumed I was just experimenting or going through a phase and asked to meet Beth. I did not go into details about the true nature of my relationship with Beth, but Beth was very anxious to meet my mom. The introduction went well, and everyone seem to get along well, bet has great social skills when she wants to, but she always made sure I knew my place with her even around mom. She would do little things to let my mom know that she controlled me like making sure I waited on her hand and foot. After a few visits to mom's house we would stay over on occasion and when mom was gone Beth would go to my mother's bedroom and make me eat her asshole while she lay across my mother's bed. I cannot begin to tell you the thrill it is for a slave to be dominated and humiliated in such a complete fashion. One night while staying over at mom's I awoke in the middle of the night and Beth was not beside, I figured she was in the bathroom, and I figured I would go visit her and do something really hot and kinky........ something very wet in the bathroom or maybe she needed some tissue and Beth says my tongue makes the best toilet tissue. But, as I tiptoed past my mother's room I noticed the door was ajar, peeking in I saw my mother on her knees, her face buried between the cheeks of Beth's ass Beth saw me and we simply both smiled because now I knew that mom would soon be Beth's slave just like me. My name is Tamika and I am the pussy eating asshole licking black lesbian slave of Beth To be continued..................
Tamika's Descent Part 2 By femmeslave Caution: This story contains adult themes and subject matter and is intended for readers over the age of 18. Anything and Everything My name is Tamika. In just a few short months I have went from a stuck up conceited bitch, to the willing and humble lesbian slave of Beth. To the casual observer my complete turn around may seem swift, but as I search the depths of my soul for my true self I realize that my whole life was geared to this eventual self awareness. As a little girl both my Mother and Father spoiled me rotten. I guess I was sort of a pawn for them to use against each other. When other kids were being disciplined and given clear parameters for unacceptable behavior I can't recall not ever having my way or being able to do what I wanted. In many ways it was I that seem to punish my own mother when "her" behavior did not meet "my" approval. You can almost imagine what this type of behavior had on my psyche. I was so lucky to have met Beth when I did. Beth and I are complete opposites on the surface but deep inside she is the missing part of myself, she is the dark part of my soul and it is only through Beth that I found the guidance and release that I had so desperately been seeking. I should make it perfectly clear that Beth "does not" make me do anything, everything I do for her is for my own deep inner need, and it's a natural submission and total power exchange. Beth unlike me has always been confident but never arrogant and conceited. I guess by not being "popular" when she was growing up taught her to not be so self centered and shallow. Even though Beth has taught me a lot about not being so self- centered, I would not ever dare to not look my best for her, "I guess some habits die hard lol". My long dark hair and flawless ebony skin are in such contrast to her almost "plain jane appearance". I think most people would be shocked to find out that this sexy, ultra femme black girl is a voracious pussy and ass eater. I have Beth to thank for teaching me so many little tricks over the last few months, but deep in my heart I knew I was a natural born cunt-eater and I was hooked from the first taste and I pride myself on my ability for prolonged pussy and ass licking. It was through Beth's "no non-sense" approach to my "attitude adjustment" that I came to understand my true place and purpose in life. Beth's simple technique of telling me who I was and what I would become had a stronger effect on me than a zillion hours of therapy. The first time I felt the sting of her hand slapping my face I was changed forever. I now look back and know that her punishment and discipline was just the reality check I needed. After our initial encounter Beth would often say, "baby, someday this will all make perfect sense to you" and though I did not understand at the time, I know now that Beth knew me better than I knew myself. The burden of the horrible secret I carried was a source of excitement rather than a feeling of shame. The skillful manipulation of my mind, body, and soul by this woman now seems only a faint dream. During the first few months of our relationship it was like an "out-of-body" experience to me. I knew I was doing things that my mind initially rejected but my body seem all too willing to please this forceful woman. Sometimes when Beth was fucking me with her strap on she would whisper things like, "tell me you love that cock you black whore" or "who does this pussy belongs to?", my response was always from the heart, and sometimes even through tears, I all ways told the truth. "Yours!", "this is your pussy" "I'm your slut" "I'm your whore" "this black slut belongs to you" . Beth would sometimes laugh out loud when I begged her to let me come. She knew how to push all of my buttons, and only when my pleas sounded like a babbling idiot did she allow me the "privilege" of cumming . I know now that she was breaking down the last of my defenses and inhibitions and preparing me for the real world of slavery. I do not profess to be an "expert" on the subject of bdsm, but I do know the feeling of "subspace". My head gets light and I reach a HIGH that no drug can ever equal when I serve Beth. The nastier and more humiliating the sex act, the harder I come. I especially like the verbal aspects of our love making. I sincerely doubt if anyone can equal the way Beth can make me feel just from her words alone. I would rather hear words like, "slut' and "whore" from her lips than, "I love you" coming from a lesser person. If I am doing a particularity good job serving her pussy she coos sweet names like calling me her, "good girl" or her "sweet baby". Beth all ways seem to know just what words I needed. I make it a nightly ritual to "confess" to her each night. "Confession", is something I recommend to anyone who seeks to better themselves as a slave. A night does not go by in which I do not tell Beth how much she means to me. I all ways tell her that that I will be the best pussy eater that she has ever had. I also tell her that there is "nothing" my "MOUTH" would not do to make her happy. I go into great detail to say what a "real" slave should do to please her Mistress. I know that even after a year I am still very much still in my learning/training stages but I also know that this is the perfect life for me. Whenever, my face is buried between the thighs, or the creamy white cheeks of Beth's ass I am in Heaven. I'm still not crazy about sharing Beth with my Mother, but I dare not mention it to Beth. I've also longed to perform something in the way of a "public display of affection" to my Mistress. I will try to gather up the nerve and "confess" to Beth about my insecurities. I'm sure that Beth will have a solution to my dilemma but in the meantime I just want to get my Mother out of the picture. In just one year I have went from being a stuck up conceited black bitch to the pussy eating, asshole sucking slave of a butch, white dyke (and I Love it). I have also willingly helped Beth enslaved my very own mother. I do not expect most of you to understand how it makes a woman feel to give her heart and soul completely to another person and be rewarded with the sense of belonging that I feel, but for those of us whom have made the leap from empty shell to (almost, lol) total satisfaction............. The future is bright. To be continued................... p.s. "thanks for the feedback" comments and reviews are most welcomed.
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