my Master, my Black Master
You will have guessed the subject from the title. The story takes (took
place) nearly 10 years ago, but as writing is new to me, I will write
it as it happened and how it felt to me at the time.
I have had a bad day, I suppose I should explain who I am first.
I am 23, 5ft 9inches, dark brown hair, blue eyes, fit and tone but not
a muscle freak, I workout most days and I had better say given the
following story, I am straight. I have been a qualified printer for 3
years, and before that an apprentice printer. I work the 10pm until 6am
shift. Today I should have finished at 6am, but some of the day shift
did not appear and as there is a rush job on, I had to stay back till
it was finished. As I said I have had a bad day.
I normally go to the Gym straight from work, arriving about 7.20am, the
manager expects me and although he normally opens up at 7.30am, he lets
me in when I arrive and I get to use the equipment in peace. Today of
course, it was 9.30am before I arrived, the Gym wasn¹t exactly buzzing,
but there was certainly more people around than I am used to seeing.
Anyway I had my work out, or tried, there was a guy at the other end of
the room that was annoying me, you know the sort, loud and mouthy,
hangs around gyms, isn¹t really interested in working out, stays near
the door so he can nip out to have a smoke and check out the guys
coming and going. I see him occasionally as I leave in the morning, but
he normally keeps out of my way. He would choose this morning to try to
come on to me. I suppose he was good looking in his way, 6ft 2inches,
230lbs, well defined, black and with an extreme attitude, obviously gay
and he made it perfectly plain that he was here looking for sex
partners. Today he tried chatting me up and blowing his smoke breath
all over me, I really wasn¹t in the mood for it, so told him that if
there were three things I didn¹t like it was smokers, gays who smoke,
and black gays who smoke, I regretted saying it as soon as I had
finished speaking, but he had annoyed me so much, he just stared at me
and I felt his eyes were boring into my mind, I felt my face flush so I
just walked out. I don't think I am particularly bigoted, I certainly
don't like gays, especially when it affects me, alright if they want to
do whatever they do in private, I suppose that is OK, but not when then
want me to take part. Blacks I can stand, in fact I know a few of them
that do the cleaning in the printshop where I work, and I always talk
to them, but they should stay with there own kind, there are racial and
cultural differences and lets face they believe in segregation as much
as anyone else. Smoking is different again, it is extremely unhealthy
and if people want to kill themselves and ruin their own health that¹s
fine with me, but I don¹t think I should have to breathe their smoke
and there is nothing worse than the smell of a smokers breath when they
are talking to you, even if they are not actually smoking at the time.
I thought about it all the way home and decided I would stay on at the
gym the next day until he came in, in order to apologise to him.
Next day, after my workout I stayed on and sure enough he came in about
9.15am, his mouth proceeding him. I went up to him and started to
apologise, he stared at me with these big brown eyes and I could see
the hurt in them, I tried to continue apologising and I think I did, my
mind seemed to fill with cotton wool, I remember looking at him and he
seemed to radiate, I recall him talking but cant remember what if
anything was said. Truth to tell the next thing I can remember is
catching the bus at the bottom of the road to go home to bed. I laid
awake for a long time, trying to work out exactly what had happened,
one thing that stayed in my mind was that I had to speak the next day
to him to make sure that I told him how sorry I was.
The following day, I hung on again ,this time he didn¹t arrive until
9.45am, I was getting a bit fed up waiting, but I felt I had to see him
and let him know how I felt. I went over and told him how sorry I was,
he said that¹s fine, how about a coffee. Well, normally I don¹t bother
with caffeine, especially as I was intending to go to sleep as soon as
I got home, but, Hell, I had been rude to him the least I could do
would be to buy the guy a coffee.
He took me to a coffee shop I had not been to before, actually it must
have been a fair distance from the gym, because it was nearly 12noon
when we got there, but I am sure we hadn¹t walked for that long. I
ordered two coffees and took them to the table he had sat at, when I
sat down he offered me one of his cigarettes, which I took, that should
have told me something was up as until that point I didn¹t smoke at
all. We sat there chatting and smoking for quite a while, although I
cant remember what we talked about. He walked me towards my house, and
I called in to a tobacconist for some cigarettes, strong plain ones,
the same as he smoked, I got 40, because as he said if I was working
nights I wouldn¹t want to run out at work. We arranged to meet up the
next morning and go for a coffee again.
That night I had to buy another 40 cigarettes on the way to work, and I
got myself a half bottle of whisky too, to help the night pass a bit
quicker, though I seldom drink and never at work.
It was 10.15am the next day, Thursday, before he arrived, I was getting
quite worried as I was looking forward to our usual chat, we walked to
a pub he knew, where we had a few drinks, I bought some more cigarettes
and we walked back to his place. As we got into his house, he suggested
that I would feel more comfortable, if I got out of my clothes, he was
right of course, because I had been wearing them at work all night, and
I hadn¹t showered after my workout as I intended showering when I got
home. I stripped down and then he did so that I wouldn¹t feel
uncomfortable, he had a wonderful body and I seemed to stand there
admiring it for a long time, thoughts about sucking his dick and
letting him shove his cock up my arse kept going through my mind. I am
straight but it seemed so hot to think along those lines, eventually I
felt compelled to ask him if I could suck his dick, he seemed
surprised, but said yes if I wanted to. I practically fell to my knees
and took a mans cock in my mouth for the first time, it was like
nothing I had ever experienced before, the world did move, I saw
fireworks and as he came in my mouth, I came too without even touching
my cock.
In the post orgasmic afterglow, he told me that I would enjoy myself
more if I didn¹t touch my cock in future, after the experience I just
had I could believe it, he said I should stop playing with myself and I
found myself agreeing to that. We laid back on the bed smoking for a
while, I found myself hoping that he would want to fuck me, the feeling
got stronger and stronger, until I had to beg him to do it and put me
out of my misery, he tried to dissuade me, kept telling me that I was
straight and that the first time was very painful, but I wanted it, I
needed it and eventually after much begging he finally agreed that he
would fuck me. He told me to meet him again the next day after my
workout and we would go to my flat. I tried hard to persuade him to
fuck me there and then, but he said that I should think about it as it
was a big step for a straight guy like me. I walked home and found I
couldn¹t stop thinking about that magnificent cock and how it had felt
in my mouth, I could imagine being fucked by it too, I couldn¹t get the
thoughts out of my mind, I wanted it and I wanted him. On the way I
stopped in for 60 fags and a bottle of whisky, to hopefully last me
over the night shift.
Next morning was Friday, the weekend starts here, it was certainly the
longest nightshift I had every known but at least I had something to
look forward to now. I got to the gym at my normal time and my workout
seemed to take even longer than the night shift had. Eventually I saw
him, I don¹t know if it was me or not, but he looked taller, broader,
more handsome than I remembered, I was proud that this magnificent man
was going to fuck me. He smiled across the room at me, I felt the pride
surge in my heart, I almost wanted to tell everyone in the room that
this hunk was going to take me home and fuck me. We walked to my flat,
I called in for more cigarettes, I bought a pack of 200 and a couple of
bottles of whisky, and for a change half a dozen cigars, nice thick
ones.
We got to the flat and he insisted that we sit down and talk first to
see if I was of the same mind, he spoke, I looked at him and the room
seemed to tilt and fade. We must have talked at while, but again I
don¹t recall what was said.
"Well", he asked, "do you still want me to fuck you".
"Yes Sir, please Sir", I answered.
"Well boy", he said, "you will need to ask me properly".
Of course I had forgotten that I should ask properly, so I got down on
my knees and said, "Please Master, this slave begs that his Master
takes His pleasure with His slave".
He told me to bend over the chair and present my pussy to him
"I'm gonna make your arse into my personal fuck hole. I will coat it
and my cock with lub and my meat will simply slide in like it is doing
right now along your crack."
I knew what he said was true, and I wanted this perfect man to plough
me, time and time again. I kept thinking that a few short hours ago I
had been straight, I had never considered sex with a man, and now here
I was begging a man to fuck me.
"Please, Sir, fuck me HARD," I whimpered.
He slid a pillow under my tummy and crotch, which raised me to a
comfortable level for his tool.
"Get your hands onto your butt cheeks and pull them apart to widen your
hole, my little fuck slut, at the same time spread your legs as wide as
you can."
I did that instantly and obediently, I knew that I wanted to be his
fuck hole, I need to be the pussy he used, I wanted his seed in me. I
totally believed that the pain would be excruciating, his knob was
massive, it had already stretched my mouth and my hole was at the
moment virgin. He sensed this, so once again slid his cock up and down
my crack, kissing my neck as he did so. I was totally relaxed by the
time he decided to make me his pussy and sex slave. Unbelievably,
between his sliding that juicy creamed-up brute up and down my crack,
and my own relaxation, when he suddenly plunged his cock into me, I
hardly noticed it! I had to ask him, knowing that he had stopped
sliding up and down, what he was doing. "I'm inside you now, whore"
At that moment all the programming that he had be pumping into me for
the last few days took effect, i knew from that second that i was His
slut, His whore, His sex slave, His servant and His totally obedient
slave. i knew that i would become His gay fuck hole and a whore for his
friends, that i would be modified until i was the sex toy He wanted,
and i also knew that i wanted it, that i wanted to be a black mans
slave, that i had always wanted that. Always wanted to be a whore for
black men to use for their pleasure.
He slowly pushed his cock all the way down till it hit my prostate.
what a feeling that was, to have this man, my Master, taking possession
of my entire being with the whole length of my anus stuffed with this
big beautiful black cock. He laughed. Now He knew He had me in His
power. "I'm going to plough you now, slowly at first, then build up
into a crescendo of thrusts which will turn you into a lust bunny,
hankering to be fucked every day of your life."
And without more explanation He fucked me. He slowed down, He sped up,
He slowed down, He sped up. It took about 40 minutes, but 40 minutes of
delight, while at each thrust He breathed instructions into my ear and
directly into my mind. For myself i knew i had gained a small slice of
paradise, and that life would never be the same. Now my Master `knew'
me through and through. My virginity was sold and the price was very
high, it was servitude for the rest of my days but it seemed worth it
to me.
i know now what i have been searching for that all my days. my Master
is going to train me to be the slut He says i am, i am to move out of
this flat and into my Masters house, He will sell the freehold, and my
car to help pay for my accommodation and my training, i am to give up
my job as soon as possible. i am to refer to my Master always as Master
and to all black men as Sir, my cock is now redundant, my balls are a
waste of space and my arsehole is my pussy. my pussy is available to
all black men and when i am in Masters house i am to remain naked at
all times.i am now a sissy, a sissyslave, a sissy pussy for the use of
all Black men.
Master told me that He has many surprises in store for me and that my
life will be different, i am now His property and my formal training
will begin next weekend when i officially move into His house, until
then all my spare time will be spent learning my new trade with the
help of His friends. With their help i will become a cock hungry white
whore.
i worked my normal shifts throughout the week, having handed in my
notice on Sunday night when i started back to work, i had spent the
weekend being fucked constantly, so much in fact that my pussy felt
empty all day at work. i have become a heavy smoker too, smoking
between 60 and 100 full strength unfiltered cigarettes a day, i also
drink at least a bottle of whisky a day, but Master says that from the
weekend i will drink only lager and dress as the skinhead lager lout i
am going to become.
Friday morning i finished my work with my final pay packet, i emptied
my flat and handed over the keys to my Master along with the pay
packet, everything i once owned belongs to my Master now. This is to
pay for my training and the modifications Master says i will need if i
am to serve Him properly.
Saturday Master took me to the tattooists to have His mark put on my
right arse cheek and above my left nipple, both were very sore but it
is worth it because i am now owned, the owner of the shop took me into
the back room and tattooed bulldogs with a Union Jack flag on both
sides of my neck, LOVE and HATE on my knuckles and a Union Jack on my
chest, Master says the eventually i will get more National Front
emblems all over my body. Then i was taken to another room where my
nipples and left ear were pierced, i now have a ring through my ear
with a swaztika on it. Then i was fitted with a collar around each of
my balls, Master likes low hanging balls and i will have more and more
weights attached to these until my balls hang down far enough to
satisfy my Master who likes to be able to kick them. Master had told me
to pay for the tattooing, piercing and other work with the use of my
pussy and the owner seemed to enjoy himself very much, as i said Thank
You Sir to him one of Masters friend's came by to pick me up to take me
for my new wardrobe and to have my hair cropped and bleached.
First i was taken to the back room of a hairdressing salon, where my
hair was bleached and my body waxed. i know Master wants me to remain
naked when He has guests, but He also wants me to join the local
National Front party so i was dressed as a skinhead, scuffed jeans,
white shirt, khaki blouson, red braces and 20 hole Doc Martens.
I spent the weekend naked, although i must admit that during the short
times that my pussy was not in use i did enjoy the massive black cocks
i had the honour to suck.
Monday morning i joined the National Front, my tattooes and piercing
seemed to delight the recruiter, Master had programmed me with the
answers i was to give how blacks and asians were ruining the country,
and how i enjoyed pakki bashing, gay bashing and the like.
Then it was back to Masters house to continue my training, i do love it
so when Master invites His friends to use my previously straight mouth
and pussy.
Well as I said in the introduction, this took place nearly 10 years
ago, i am still Masters slave/whore, i still have bleached hair,
cropped hair, although my hair is receding now, my nose has been broken
five times as Master and His friends like to show what they think of
skinheads, i smoke more than 100 cigarettes a day and what few teeth i
have left are blackened as are my fingers and i have a massive beergut.
i also now have many fellow slaves, who i met at the National Front
meetings that i still attend, i know the sort of men Master wants, i
invite them back to the house and Masters adapts them as He adapted me.
my body is now covered with tattooes, mainly National Front logos, and
pictures of skinheads.
During the day i keep my Masters house, cook His food and do His
laundry, at night the boys that i help recruit from the meetings serve
Him and His friends and from time to time i earn a little extra money
for Him by being a whore. The day i met my Master was the best day of
my life, which is why i remember it so well and why i am so happy to
present you with my story.