Miss Jean sat reading the current issue of Ebony magazine as she waited
for her new slave, Mr. Richard Law, to arrive. A 42 year old black woman,
she took great delight in enslaving white men to her will. Although she
was now a full figured woman of color, she was still extremely sexy and
attracted many admiring looks from black men and white males. She laughed
to herself, thinking how much the phrase “white man” was an oxymoron. She
had never met a manly white. Years ago, as an attractive young black
woman, she had had her share of white boys who looked down on her as if
she was a piece of shit, and treated her like some kind of whore. At
first she accepted it as the way of the world, but gradually resentment
and hatred had set in. However, it wasn’t until she met Charles, when she
was just 19, that she realized there was a breed of white man who actually
desired to serve as the slaves of black women.
Charlie had been older – in his mid 20’s, strong…and white. The
arrogant white girls all fancied him like crazy, and practically threw
themselves at him, yet he had gone down on his knees before Jean and
begged her to accept him as her slave. She’d been rather shocked, if
flattered, but he’d explained to her that he’d be hers to command as she
wished. The idea had appealed, it was a way of getting her own back. The
first time she had punished him, with his own leather belt across his
naked ass – and he plainly accepting her right to do so – had set her off.
He spent hours kneeling between her dark legs, bringing pleasure
previously undreamed of, to her pussy with his tongue.
Jean’s respect for him, and for white men in general, began to deteriorate
rapidly as she realized the depths to which she could take him. He was
well off with an excellent job, and began to buy her the paraphernalia of
a domina; leather clothing, high heeled boots and shoes and expensive
lingerie to dress her magnificent body in. Handcuffs, ropes, chains and
straps to bind him with. Whips, straps, canes and crops to punish him
with. She was at first amazed how he would willingly bring her her whip
to punish him with. She later allowed him to move in, and he would keep
her house clean, polish all her shoes and look after all her clothes. His
maid service alone began to make Jean wonder how she could ever live
without a slave. He would give her the bulk of his unspent money, and
eventually he presented her with a solid black plastic dildo, which he
begged her to fuck him up the ass with. She really enjoyed that.
She became the envy of her friends, to whom the thought of having an
attractive white man worship you as their superior was a wild and exciting
fantasy. Several acquired slaves of their own, but most tired of the
novelty, preferring their sexual desires to be satisfied by young, virile
black cock rather than white tongue. Jean also found her slave’s tongue a
poor substitute for black virility, and Charles’ cock, which she tried
once or twice, was never big enough to satisfy her. Eventually her need
for a “real” man rather than her pathetic white wimp found culmination in
LeRoy, a strong, dark man who was greatly amused to find his young
girlfriend had a white slave-boy. LeRoy had been a soulmate, and she had
allowed him to master her slave, beat him, even fuck him. Boyfriend
became her husband, and the abuse continued, until Jean became pregnant.
They decided not to keep a full-time slave while they were raising
children, and Charlie was given away to her single cousin, Donna.
Thereafter, throughout their married life, they had continued what she had
started, training white men, and even couples, to become good, obedient
slaves. Many whites became expert in serving their superior black masters
and mistresses thanks to the training they received at the hands of LeRoy
and Jean. LeRoy had especially enjoyed training the women, fucking them
with his huge cock in front of their helpless husbands. Jean had become
quite famous within the black community, and had actually made a large sum
of money selling a well trained white teenage slaveboy – a virgin – to a
famous black model, who wanted a white male maid as a status symbol. He
had been feminised, teased and tormented, and his new Mistress promised
him that she intended to keep him a virgin forever. Thereafter, Miss Jean
made a good income from training and selling white slaves to wealthy
blacks.
Back in the present, Miss Jean was contemplating how to start Mr. Law’s
training as her newest ass-kissing foot-slave. He was not her willing
slave, though, which turned her on even more than usual. Richard Law had
acquired a rather poor reputation in her neighborhood, being something of
an over-opinionated racist bigot, who treated black students very badly
at the school where he worked as a sports teacher. Making it her business
to sort things out, she had asked around, and been rewarded when she
discovered from a girlfriend that he was fucking the head teacher’s
teenage daughter. A private eye who owed her had obtained the necessary
evidence, with which she had confronted him. She laughed as she
remembered his reaction; she had never seen a white man turn whiter!
Terrified of the exposure to his wife and employers that she threatened,
he had no choice but to agree to report to her for “behavior training.”
Today would be his second session.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Miss Jean rose from her sofa and
opened the door to greet a very nervous looking Mr. Law.
“Hello there, white boy. Come in here. I can hardly wait to get you under
my heels.”
He entered the room, closed the door behind him and stood hesitantly
before her, not quite knowing what to do. His hopes that it was all a joke
had quickly evaporated on his first visit, but he still felt resentful.
He was determined not to let the black woman reduce him to tears again.
Miss Jean looked him over, thinking to herself that it was going to take a
lot to whip this lowly piece of white shit into a decent slave.
Irritated, she snapped at Mr. Law, “Well, Mr. Law, have you forgotten your
first lesson already? Whenever you come into a room and are within three
feet of me, you will drop to your knees, crawl to my feet, and kiss my
feet in greeting, unless instructed otherwise. Is that understood,
footboy?”
“Yes, Madame.”
Miss Jean smiled – at least she would have fun training him to know his
place without thinking.
“So why are you still standing there looking so stupid, moron??”
Mr. Law dropped to his knees, crawled over to where Miss Jean was
standing, and began to kiss the toe of her 4″, black patent leather high
heels. Miss Jean looked down at the pathetic lily-white creature kissing
her shoe.
“Well, well, look at this. My own personal shoe-kissing slave. You like
kissing my sexy shoes, don’t you, white boy??”
“Yes, Madame.” replied Mr. Law, between kisses.
“I’ll bet ten lashes on your ass that you would just love to stick out
your unworthy tongue and lick my pretty heels clean for me. You want to be
my shoe-shine boy, don’t you, you worthless piece of shit?!”
“Yes, Madame.”, answered Mr. Law with his lips still pressed to the toe of
Miss Jean’s high heels.
Suddenly, without warning, his Mistress stepped away from him and sat down
on the sofa. Mr. Law crawled after her, looking up in confused anxiety.
Miss Jean crossed her legs as she spoke.
“All right, shoe-shine boy, beg me to allow you to put your unworthy
tongue on my heels.”
Like a well trained dog, Mr. Law began to beg for the privilege to clean
his black mistress’s high heels. When Miss Jean had heard enough of his
pleading, she raised the sole of her shoe to his face.
“See that dirt on the bottom of my shoe, slave?”
“Yes, Madame.”
“You are lower than the dirt on the bottom of my shoes, and therefore you
should be grateful that I allow you to clean my pretty shoes. You are
grateful, aren’t you, shoe-shine?”
“Yes, Madame.”
“I have one last word of warning for you. I don’t want you slobbering all
over my nylons. You are a shoe-shine boy, concentrate on my shoes. Touch
my stockings and you’ll be punished, boy”
Mr. Law lowered his head and began to clean her high heels, hating the
feel of grit and dirt on his tongue. Directing his efforts, Miss Jean
moved her foot to direct his tongue where she wanted it.
“That’s right, shine the toe of that shoe, now the side, now the other
side. Clean the bottom of that dirty shoe. That’s good, you little
shoe-licker. Now you can suck that heel. I know how much you want to. Good
boy. Get all the dirt off of that heel. That’s where I like to see
arrogant white boys – with their lips wrapped around my high heels. Now
clean the other shoe!”
After Mr. Law finished, Miss Jean inspected her shoes.
“I am not satisfied with your shoe shine.”
She attached a leash to his neck and pulled him down to her feet. She
placed her foot on his head.
“This is going to hurt you a lot more than it will me,” she laughed.
Miss Jean punished his ass with ten strokes of her whip.
“Now try it again, you lowly shoe-licker.”
Sniffing back the pain and indignity, Mr. Law again tried to please his
Mistress by cleaning her high heels right. But, once again, Miss Jean
pulled him to the floor.
“I told you, I don’t want your wimpy tongue on my nylons. Time for
another lesson. She gave his raised ass another ten strokes with her
whip.
“Fetch me a pillow, slave. Put it there on the coffee table.” Miss Jean
ordered. He scurried to obey, feeling terribly vulnerable, naked before
this powerful black woman, ass pulsing in pain. When he had placed the
pillow she raised her legs and rested them on the pillow.
Get your snotty nose down at my shoes, footboy! Kneel at my feet, I like
to see you kneeling there. Now, remove my shoes – gently! That’s right,
white boy. No kissing or licking, boy, you have not earned that privilege
yet. I want to see how good a foot sniffer you can be, slave. That’s
right, press your nose to the soles of my feet. Yes, you can touch my
stockings this time. Now sniff in between my toes.” She chuckled deeply.
“Sniff good, white boy. I want to hear you.”
Miss Jean watched the white man who, until recently, thought he was the
center of the universe. His training was coming along nicely now, she
thought. She smiled as she noticed his cock was erect, despite the
humiliation she was putting him through. Or maybe because of it. White
men were so fucked up.
“Look at you, you pathetic, foot sniffing, piece of shit!! I did not tell
you to stop! The only reason you’re here and not in jail is because my
feet enjoy being worshipped by white wimps like you. You owe your freedom
to my feet, so show some gratitude! Let me hear you sniffing my hot
sweaty feet now!! You enjoy smelling my hot, tired, sweaty feet, don’t
you, my little foot-sniffer?”
The required reply was slightly muffled. “Yes, Madame.”
After a while, Miss Jean became bored of watching her slave sniffing her
nylon covered feet.
“Stop, slave!! I’ve got something that you will enjoy worshipping.”
She stood, tugging at his leash, and pulled him into the center of the
room. Turning her back on him, she pushed her ass into his face.
“Beg me for the privilege of worshipping my beautiful black ass, white
boy!” she commanded.
Mr. Law would have refused, but his ass was so sore, he knew he couldn’t
stand another beating. “May I kiss your ass, Madame?”
“You don’t sound very enthusiastic, slave. If you don’t sound
enthusiastic I’ll think you don’t really mean it, and then I’ll have to
beat that ass some more. I’ll give you one more chance.”
He swallowed, desperate to avoid further punishment. “Oh, please Madame,
may I? Please may I kiss your beautiful, beautiful black ass?” he begged,
feeling acute humiliation.
Half smiling, half sneering, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her
panties. She slowly pushed her panties down below her beautiful bottom.
“Go ahead, wimp! I will be generous and allow you to kiss my ass. You will
keep your hands at your sides and squirm your face in between my lovely
ass cheeks just like the worm that you are!”
Mr. Law hesitated only a second before he pushed his face all the way up
in between her soft ass cheeks. Smiling in satisfaction, Miss Jean
realized she had taken him another step further. Soon there would be no
way out for him. She sat back upon his upturned face as though she was
sitting on a bar stool. Laughing out loud, she taunted him further. “How
wonderful. I have a nice new piece of furniture for my beautiful ass.”
Mr. Law’s head began to pound under her weight. His neck felt as though it
might snap. He reached up to help support her weight with his hands, but
they were slapped away.
“I said no hands, stupid. It is a privilege that white boys like you are
allowed so close to black beauty. You should be grateful that I allow you
in my presence. Men drool at the thought of making love to me, but, none
of that for you! You’ll be my little virgin slave boy. You can drool over
my body, but white wimps like you only get to look, never enjoy! You are
not a real man to me. You are just a piece of furniture, a door mat to
wipe my feet on, a piece of property to do with as I wish, to use and
abuse in any manner that amuses me.”
Mr. Law began to struggle against the pain and lack of air.
Miss Jean wiggled her ass on his face, raising herself only slightly to
allow him some oxygen.
“Now that you’re where you belong, let me feel that tongue.”
Mr. Law wasn’t sure what she meant. He thought he knew, but surely she
couldn’t mean THAT!
“I said I want to feel your tongue, slut. Get your wimp tongue up my
ass.”
With no choice, he obediently snaked out his tongue, pushing it into his
tormentor’s ass hole.
“Further, boy. Get it right in!”
He pushed further, hearing the sounds of pleasure above him, and felt his
tongue push right into her ass. He was gratified to hear a long sigh of
ecstasy from his Mistress, then jolted as he felt her hand encircle his
unbelievably hard cock.
He heard her chuckle. “Well, my little white slave, it looks like you
really love your Mistress.”
He groaned as she softly began to masturbate him. He hadn’t realized his
arousal until now, but suddenly he was desperate to cum.
“Would you like to cum for your Mistress, boy?”
He struggled to let her know how much he needed release. He tried to nod
his head, with her weight still pressing down on his face. Suddenly he
felt her other hand grasp his balls, and the need was even greater.
Fuck my hand if you want to come, sissy.”
He was beyond humiliation now as he began to buck his hips up and down as
she maintained a grasp on his dick. It was only a loose grip, and he
longed for her to hold him tightly, but she was not going to help ease his
degradation.
With his tongue still up her ass, he began to feel an orgasm of gigantic
proportions approach. He didn’t know it, but up above him Miss Jean was
also experiencing wonderful pleasures. She could feel him about to erupt,
and knew it was another stage of his enslavement, another manifestation of
her power. Goddam, breaking him in was making her so hot!
They both came together, pure, undiluted sexual release. He thought he
would never stop firing his cum into the air, and she lost herself deep
within her own pleasure, his tongue encouraging her body towards ultimate
ecstasy.
When they began to come down, Miss Jean felt on top of the world. In
contrast, Mr. Law realized that he had passed a threshold. His wife, even
his teenage lover, could never give him what Miss Jean had just given him.
He began to wonder if it was such a bad thing, being her slave. Perhaps
he’d be allowed to fuck her one day, if he pleased her enough. He could
avoid punishments by being obedient and submissive, and hopefully earn
more pleasure.
His Mistress raised herself from him, but he remained where he was,
drawing in deep breaths of fresh air. “And what have you to say to me for
allowing you release, slave?” asked Miss Jean as she settled down on the
sofa once again.
He raised himself to his knees before her. “Thank you, Madame. I’ve
never known anything like it.”
He watched in fascination as she unclipped her stockings and slowly rolled
them down and off her legs.
“Good. You may express your gratitude by worshipping my toes.”
He bent to his task without complaint, taking each toe into his mouth
individually as Miss Jean leant back to enjoy his ministrations. He felt
the world slipping into place around him, still enveloped in the afterglow
of the most delicious orgasm of his life.
After half an hour she looked down at the pathetic slave beneath her feet.
“You are my property, I own you. Your only purpose is to serve, worship,
and amuse me. Is that understood, slave??”
“Yes, Madame.” replied Mr. Law, unwilling to cease his loving worship of
Miss Jean’s beautiful toes. He almost pouted in protest when she shifted
on her sofa and removed her feet from his mouth.
“Now, lets make arrangements for your next visit, white boy. I’ve
something very special planned for you…..”