Speaker 1: I'm in trouble and there is no getting out of this.
Speaker 1: Perhaps you can help me out regarding what I should
Speaker 1: do to avoid whatever's coming, though I doubt your answer
Speaker 1: would improve my chances of escaping the wrath of my
Speaker 1: master's punishment. Firstly, you'd have to know what is happening.
Speaker 1: Minutes ago, Terence, my black Master, arrived at our home
Speaker 1: for a quick chat. According to him, I've been disobedient.
Speaker 1: I've recently acted inappropriately when I ought to have known better,
Speaker 1: and his mission was to straighten things out with me.
Speaker 1: But before that he first needed to discipline my husband.
Speaker 1: My husband fell to his knees to receive a tongue
Speaker 1: lashing diatribe on account of my latest insubordinate attitude. Harold
Speaker 1: should have corrected me when he had the chance. He
Speaker 1: should have reminded me of whose property I belonged to,
Speaker 1: who we both belonged to, and had he mentioned anything,
Speaker 1: I would have possibly accepted accountability for my actions. Harold
Speaker 1: said and did nothing. The reason why was because I
Speaker 1: never mentioned my activity to him. He couldn't have known
Speaker 1: what act I committed that raised Master Terence's ire, compelling
Speaker 1: him to pay us an unscheduled visit. Master Terence coldly
Speaker 1: dismissed me from the living room, instructing me to come
Speaker 1: upstairs to the bedroom. He told me to get undressed
Speaker 1: and await punishment on my elbows and knees on the bed.
Speaker 1: That's why I'm in this position awaiting his arrival. I
Speaker 1: know he'll be arriving any minute, and I'm worried how
Speaker 1: dire my punishment will be this time. Yes, this isn't
Speaker 1: my first time getting punished by my master. It's not
Speaker 1: even the fourth. Those early times came with me not
Speaker 1: seriously relishing his mode of ownership and training. Back then,
Speaker 1: I still can considered myself as a regular housewife, married
Speaker 1: faithfully and dedicated to my husband of eleven years. That
Speaker 1: dynamic changed when we encountered Master Terence. We signed a
Speaker 1: cuckhold agreement with him, which he accepted to become our
Speaker 1: black master for life. Master Terence impacted his dominant aura
Speaker 1: upon us individually, our lives as a couple also, our
Speaker 1: home time passed before Harold and I completely adjusted to
Speaker 1: his demands, with plenty of stumbles along the way. Luckily,
Speaker 1: Terence was benevolent enough to guide us further into our
Speaker 1: cuckhold journey. He could be impatiently demanding sometimes, but his
Speaker 1: words and actions always worked out fine. What is most
Speaker 1: amazing about Master Terence is his humongous cock. His cock
Speaker 1: is huge once it gets turgid, and once he gets
Speaker 1: it inside me. I've never been as unbelievably stretched as
Speaker 1: when he fucks me. Even Harold agrees unequivocally about my statement.
Speaker 1: Terence's cock is as mighty as a sword, and he
Speaker 1: wields it authoritatively when exacting damage to my pussy and anus.
Speaker 1: By enticing me to climax faster than I can exhale,
Speaker 1: it required less period of time for me to become
Speaker 1: addicted towards wanting his cock inside me, and far less
Speaker 1: for me to adopt my current submissive attitude that entails
Speaker 1: me worshiping him every time he visits. However, Terence demanded
Speaker 1: that I not only worship him whenever he arrives, but
Speaker 1: even when he isn't around, we should always desire his presence.
Speaker 1: He wanted us to be thinking about him twenty four
Speaker 1: hours of the day, every passing minute. He demands that
Speaker 1: our thoughts center on him and on stuff he'd want
Speaker 1: to do to us. The things I've done since I
Speaker 1: got to know Master Terence are stuff I never would
Speaker 1: have known about had I continued on being a typical housewife.
Speaker 1: The things my husband Harold has done since he fell
Speaker 1: under Master Terence a spell, never would it have occurred
Speaker 1: to me that he would get involved in doing Since
Speaker 1: becoming Master Terence's slut, I've gotten my pussy and anal hole, fucked, pillaged,
Speaker 1: and stretched in ways I never thought possible, and not
Speaker 1: solely by him. I have acquired a Queen of Spades
Speaker 1: symbol tattooed on my butt and on my ankles. Never
Speaker 1: before had I imagined having any tattoos until Master Terence
Speaker 1: owned me. I have gotten fucked in various places besides
Speaker 1: my bedroom, aside from inside my home, in hotels, in
Speaker 1: ceedy motel rooms, in the back seat of vehicles and
Speaker 1: bushy parks. I have gotten fucked and gang banged by
Speaker 1: multiple people, all black men, and they have all ejaculated
Speaker 1: on every spot of my body, including my mouth and
Speaker 1: inside my pussy. Similar work was carried out on Harold.
Speaker 1: He initially felt disgusted by it, but as time continued,
Speaker 1: as did his training, he now looks forward to being
Speaker 1: used humiliated and man handled by Master Terence and whichever
Speaker 1: other Black dom he appoints to visit us. That was
Speaker 1: the reason why I am being punished today. Two days ago,
Speaker 1: I went shopping and got accosted by a black woman
Speaker 1: when it came time to stand in line at the
Speaker 1: checkout counter. The black woman made it known that she
Speaker 1: had my spot before I arrived and had merely gone
Speaker 1: to grab one last item, only to see that I
Speaker 1: had shoved her cart to the side. I argued that
Speaker 1: such wasn't true, but she deemed me a liar. She
Speaker 1: threatened to fight me, and were it not for the
Speaker 1: supermarket security guy who appeared at the right moment to
Speaker 1: settle our grievance, I probably would have left with my
Speaker 1: hair disheveled and my clothes torn. The checkout lady bagged
Speaker 1: my items, and then I hurried toward my car as
Speaker 1: fast as my feet could take me. I didn't mention
Speaker 1: the incident to Harold when I arrived home, figuring it
Speaker 1: meant nothing but some minor misunderstanding. However, Master Terence heard
Speaker 1: about it. I have no idea how he did, except
Speaker 1: he arrived minutes ago and laid out my error before
Speaker 1: both of us and where I'd gone wrong. You ought
Speaker 1: to have allowed the black woman to go before you, Anna.
Speaker 1: He said that was wrong and utterly disrespectful on your part.
Speaker 1: I tried to explain to Master Terence, but he wasn't
Speaker 1: having it. As long as I was a black owned slave,
Speaker 1: as was my husband, we are required to assume second
Speaker 1: place when standing before a black individual, regardless of class
Speaker 1: or status, and it concludes wherever such occurrence takes place,
Speaker 1: whether in a supermarket, in an office, or even in
Speaker 1: an elevator, It is part of our submissive duty to
Speaker 1: show deference towards any black individual, whether male or female,
Speaker 1: including a child. I dropped to my knees and humbly
Speaker 1: apologized to Master Terence, but then he ordered me to
Speaker 1: head upstairs while he felt with Harold. I came into
Speaker 1: the bedroom, got out of my clothes, and now I
Speaker 1: await his arrival, clad in my panties and bra excited
Speaker 1: with fear and anticipation of what's coming. Oh my god,
Speaker 1: I can hear his footsteps approach. What do you think
Speaker 1: Master Terence would do to me once he arrives. My
Speaker 1: nerves stiffened when I heard footsteps outside the door and
Speaker 1: Then the door creaked open and someone entered the room.
Speaker 1: I didn't have to over my shoulders to know how
Speaker 1: it was. From his measured steps, I knew it was
Speaker 1: Master Terence here to mitigate his punishment. I remained in
Speaker 1: my submissive position, on my elbows and knees. I couldn't
Speaker 1: remember how long I'd been waiting, not that it mattered.
Speaker 1: He was my black master. My husband and I were
Speaker 1: his loyal slaves. You know you fucked up, Anna, didn't you,
Speaker 1: said Terence. When I heard what you'd done, I dropped
Speaker 1: everything I was doing and made it here to put
Speaker 1: you in correction. I'm sorry, Master, I said, I'll do
Speaker 1: better next time. That's what you said the last time
Speaker 1: you disobeyed my training. I listened as he unbuckled his belt.
Speaker 1: How many times have I tried to put you on
Speaker 1: the right path? How many times have I drummed it
Speaker 1: into you the position of hierarchy you and Harold are
Speaker 1: meant to follow. There came a ruffling noise that sounded
Speaker 1: like Master Terence was taking off his clothes. That told
Speaker 1: me one thing. I was about to get fucked. The
Speaker 1: anticipation excited me, though I pretended not to be aware,
Speaker 1: I pretended he was going to waial me with his belt.
Speaker 1: He had done it before when I angered him, and
Speaker 1: I seldom desired that encounter. But even last time, when
Speaker 1: he whipped me with his belt, he had been naked,
Speaker 1: so I might expect a double dosage. I'll bet your
Speaker 1: wondering how I came to know about your insubordination at
Speaker 1: the supermarket, right, Terence continued, Did you wonder how I
Speaker 1: learnt about it? Anna? Andn e e E No, Master,
Speaker 1: I never knew. That's because I have spies following you,
Speaker 1: he answered. Another one of my sluts was fortunate to
Speaker 1: be at that same supermarket. You'd probably have recognized her. No,
Speaker 1: if you'd looked. She watched you engage with the black woman,
Speaker 1: and then she called me. That's how I got to
Speaker 1: find out. Are you ready, bitch? I nodded my head,
Speaker 1: too afraid to utter any word. Something tapped against my butt.
Speaker 1: I couldn't figure out what it was initially, but then
Speaker 1: Terence ran its cold surface over my meaty flesh, and
Speaker 1: then I knew. Terence poured a bottle of lotion over
Speaker 1: my butt and then rubbed it over my ass cheeks.
Speaker 1: He leaned closer While he did so, I felt the
Speaker 1: touch of his penis against me. He continued to talk
Speaker 1: while he carried out his action. You know you're one
Speaker 1: of my favorite ways. Do you know that? I've trained
Speaker 1: many other wives like you. Some gave me more headache
Speaker 1: when training them, but you're one of a few who didn't.
Speaker 1: You and your cuck downstairs, don't worry. I've got something
Speaker 1: coming for him. Later, Terence splashed more lotion over the
Speaker 1: downside of my butt, and I sighed when he fingered
Speaker 1: my asshole with it. So many white bitches out there
Speaker 1: always demand to take orders from a black king, but
Speaker 1: they're quick to disobey whenever I'm not around to watch.
Speaker 1: That's why I've got spies around to inform me whenever
Speaker 1: any of my bitch slaves messes up. You're lucky. You
Speaker 1: haven't given me much trouble since last time, so I'm
Speaker 1: going to go easy on you. But next time. He
Speaker 1: pressed the dildo against my butthole, which made me tense,
Speaker 1: then squirmed as I attempted to relax my inner muscles.
Speaker 1: I could feel Master Terence breathing over my backside. Something
Speaker 1: else pressed against my vulva. Then he lurched forward against me.
Speaker 1: The dildo perforated my anis while his cocks I slipped
Speaker 1: against my labia walls. My body tensed. I tried not
Speaker 1: to make too much noise, but that was impossible. I
Speaker 1: continued to squirm while my hands pulled at the bed sheets.
Speaker 1: A haunting cry escaped my lips. My eyes squeezed shut
Speaker 1: while my body tensed harder against the double penetration happening
Speaker 1: to me. A tremor ran through my body. Hairs on
Speaker 1: my arms stood up as a shiver coursed through my body.
Speaker 1: I could feel my heart kicking up a trot. I've
Speaker 1: never taken any illicit drug before in my life, but
Speaker 1: I would swear this was what people felt once that
Speaker 1: shot of cocaine hit them hard. My face lifted from
Speaker 1: the bed, and a screeching cry rolled off my tongue.
Speaker 1: As I absorbed inches of pain and pleasure stabbing me
Speaker 1: from both holes, my cries turned into stuttered groans as
Speaker 1: Mastered Terence didn't let us from his action. He grabbed
Speaker 1: my neck and pulled me upright while still lurching against me.
Speaker 1: His cock was similar in size to my ten inch
Speaker 1: black dildo. At some point I could barely tell which
Speaker 1: was hammering me the hardest. Terence retrieved the dildo, and
Speaker 1: only then could I breathe in relief, as he then
Speaker 1: got to pounding me with his cock. He offered me
Speaker 1: the dildo to play with, and I moaned as I
Speaker 1: sucked and rolled it in my mouth while he upped
Speaker 1: his thrusts. He pulled out of me and ejaculated on
Speaker 1: my butt. I ain't done with you yet, bitch. He
Speaker 1: slapped my butt and then went into the bathroom. I
Speaker 1: sat on the bed, waiting, playing with my dildo. The
Speaker 1: bedroom door creaked open, and Harold peeked inside, looking fearful,
Speaker 1: like he expected to encounter Terence. I pointed at the bathroom,
Speaker 1: indicating he was in there. There came the noise of
Speaker 1: a toy toilet flushing, and Harold retreated from the doorway
Speaker 1: and shut the door right as Terence returned to the room,
Speaker 1: looking majestic as ever, his cock stood ramrod straight, ready
Speaker 1: for business. Terence came at me right as I returned
Speaker 1: to my knees. Eager for him. I stroked his cock,
Speaker 1: popped it into my mouth, and busied myself with cleaning
Speaker 1: his pipe. He grabbed the dildo from me and pushed
Speaker 1: it into my mouth. I struggled between sucking his cock
Speaker 1: and attending to the dildo until he discarded it and
Speaker 1: shoved my head towards his pelvis to deep throat him better.
Speaker 1: I gurgled and choked on Master Terence's cock like my
Speaker 1: life depended on it. I knew this was my way
Speaker 1: of exacting penance for my mistake. No other means would
Speaker 1: be more impactful than this. He pushed me to lie
Speaker 1: on my back, and I spread my legs apart and
Speaker 1: rest did both hands on my pussy. I spread my
Speaker 1: labia for him where I wanted him to come. Terence
Speaker 1: positioned himself on the bed, took aim and gave me
Speaker 1: an earth shattering home run with his incredible cock. The
Speaker 1: force of his cock knocked the wind out of my lungs.
Speaker 1: I grabbed him by his waist, adjusted my hips and thighs,
Speaker 1: and welcomed him inside me. Take me, Master, I pleaded,
Speaker 1: Oh God, take me. Master. Terence reached down to cup
Speaker 1: his hands under my meaty thighs, then began jerking and
Speaker 1: thrusting deeper and deeper inside my cunt. I wailed, gasped,
Speaker 1: and cried like never before, the feel of him inside
Speaker 1: me was always like the first time. I was like
Speaker 1: watching a train bulldoze its way into a dark tunnel.
Speaker 1: Here was where I wanted my master to remain. Terrence
Speaker 1: kept fucking me until we got interrupted by his ringing phone.
Speaker 1: He stopped to dig his phone out of his clothes
Speaker 1: and answered the call. He told whoever it was to
Speaker 1: come right in and make themselves at home with a
Speaker 1: sissy boy downstairs. Then he ended the call, My friends
Speaker 1: are keeping your sissy husband company. He dropped his phone,
Speaker 1: then turned to me, grinning, Now where were we? I
Speaker 1: rolled over onto my face, spread my legs again, and
Speaker 1: then he rested his bulk over my back and worked
Speaker 1: his cock into my asshole. He ended up climaxing in
Speaker 1: my asshole this time, and I finished off by cleaning
Speaker 1: his cock. Afterwards, I grabbed a towel and ran it
Speaker 1: over Master Terence's torso he couldn't stay or he would
Speaker 1: have showered, but he said he would return later in
Speaker 1: the evening. He wore his clothes and I went with
Speaker 1: him downstairs. Two black men were in the living room,
Speaker 1: both half naked with their jeanes hanging down their thighs,
Speaker 1: while my husband Harold sucked their cocks one after the other.
Speaker 1: The men looked up when they saw us enter the room.
Speaker 1: They exchanged greetings with Master Terence. I know the men,
Speaker 1: as Terence had offered me to them numerous times before,
Speaker 1: including Harold. They finished by climaxing in his face, then
Speaker 1: wore their clothes and left with Master Terence. Harold and
Speaker 1: I waved goodbye to them as they drove off, then
Speaker 1: returned to our ordinary lives. Later, I couldn't help wondering
Speaker 1: who the spy was that Terrance said he had appointed
Speaker 1: to follow me. Could it be another woman, another slut wife?
Speaker 1: Could she be some one I knew