I was able to get home and in the house with no one seeing. I head up to the bedroom, take off my clothes and look in the mirror. Both my lips are swollen, the top one is cut, one side of my face is very red, it may bruise, and the other side is even more swollen, and one eye is bloodshot, I turn to look at my behind, it's ugly, a bruised mess, every strap mark is visible and there is bleeding in places. I turn back and see liquid leaking down my leg. It's my pimp's seed still dripping out of me.
In the bathroom I run a bath, in my mind, I am thinking if I clean myself up, I'll feel and hopefully look better. In the tub my thoughts are on my situation, my husband will be gone for another 5 days, my son is at college, and my ******** and other son live in another state, I can work from home so maybe I can stay hidden till my face looks better. My ass, that's a different story!?
After my bath, I put salve on the cuts on my ass, and a little on my lip. I try to eat but can't, I get some ice in a towel for my face, and take a few Tylenol. Downstairs in the kitchen I try and eat but cannot and have hot tea, things should be better tomorrow.
Later that night lying in bed I think about what has happened in the last few months. I went from wife, and mother to a Black Cock Whore! I still don't remember that nite in the casino, I blew this guy for money out of fear of blackmail but now realized he was conditioning me to be a whore through all of this. Don't get me wrong, I love sucking Black cock, his and the others, their sweet cum, plus the cash is intoxicating and I thought it was going well. But somehow It led to a beating, being violently sodomized and *****... let's not forget the possible pregnancy?!
Now, I realize it was my fault, I told him I would be his whore and then reneged in that I thought I has a say in my actions leading to what he did to me, what he had to do, I made him do that, I put him in that position, I now understand, when a whore like me starts to forget who she is and feels she is independent a reminder like this must be made. A message has to be sent not just to the individual but to the 'others', it's not violence, it's discipline, it's business. I felt sorry for him, that he had to act that way, I admire him that he can put himself aside and worry about me losing my way enough to set me straight, I can almost love him for that. I hope, I heel up soon so I can show him my appreciation, I owe him.
Most white women deny themselves these passions, they keep this passion buried because they are weak and require a strong man, a strong Black Alpha to help them to realize their desires. The trouble is most women never meet that guy, that strong man, I was lucky, I did. I meet the man who showed me the path to my truth and I thanked him for that by disobeying... with these new realities I know I don't need 14 days to make a decision. I know now what I'm doing and the first thing I need to do is apologize to my strong man, my pimp.
The second is to get a birth control device, I can't go back on the pill since my Dr. knows my husband is fixed there would be too many questions, and no doubt he would say something to my husband if he did not find the pills first. There is no way I'm going to ask a black client to wear a condom. It's a Black man's decision if he cums in a white pussy, it's not the woman's choice. So it's prob the sponge, vaginal foam, female condom, or maybe some spermicide.
Laying there I start thinking about the ****... My lesson again and when I do, I find myself rubbing my belly as if I am carrying it. I think and feel every thrust, every comment, every ounce of pain when he shoved it forcefully into my ass. But most of all I feel him pumping his seed into me. I'm getting wet thinking about it, I masturbate, I cum very quickly and deeply, I smile, then sleep.
The next day I am sore from the waist down. My butt, my hamstrings, and my face hurt. I remember a saying, 'WOW, that's gonna hurt tomorrow!' My face looked worse and my ass looks like ground meat, purple ground meat. The trick was trying to pull on my panties without reopening the small cuts. In a stroke of genius I put on a pair of hubby's boxers, and a loose pair of sweats, rearrange my computer so I can stand for work, took a few Tylenol, and punched into work.
Several hours later the doorbell rings, It's my GF Dotty, one of the ladies from the casino nite. She knows I'm home, so I have to let her in. When she sees me, she gasps and begins to cry and says she is sorry. "I fell down the steps."
"The funny walk?"
"I think I knocked a hip out of place."
"OK, we have a cuppa?"
"I'm still working," So after some distracted chat as I am still working, she says the standard "Call me if you need anything, I'm a phone call away," blah blah. We hug as best we can, then she leaves. A few minutes later I hear something outside, I look out and see Dotty on the phone in a heated conversation. Oh well, I'm not the only one with problems I guess.
Over the next few days, the swelling in my face is gone, just a little scab on the cut on my lip, and my butt doesn't hurt as much, but the bruising is still there. My hubby comes home tomorrow, the scabs can be explained and we are in separate bedrooms, so he won't see the bruising... I think my healing is progressing well.
A few days later, my pimp texted for an update. I tell him I'm healing up well. I also apologize and explain that I misunderstood our arrangement and that I am sorry for making him discipline me and will try not to let it happen again. "Have you made your mind up?"
Even though I have another week, I say "Yes, I can't wait to get back to work."
"Is your mouth ready for use?"
"Yes." He tells me he is on the road and will be stopping by my house for a blow job. "My house?!"
"Yes, this will prove your commitment and loyalty to me." He then adds that he will look professional, have a briefcase, and act like my agent.
I say "Yes," because I have to, but also because I want to. I give him a time.
"OK, I will bring your lipstick." I'm excited, but can't believe what I've just consented to!!! I have one hour.
I finish up my work, sign out for lunch (the job is pretty liberal as long as 8 hours a day is done) clean up a bit, sit and wait. I hear a car pull into the driveway and a minute later the doorbell rings, I open the door. He comes in "How long till hubby gets home?"
"Five of six hours, we have plenty of time."
"Good, where is your bedroom? Your going to suck my cock where your husband fucks you!" I lead him upstairs where he has me undress, down to my boxer shorts.
I sit (Gingerly) on the edge of the bed. He stands over me like a God, I unzip him, drop his pants and underwear and there's his cock. It looks even better and bigger than I remember. My Pimp grabs my head and says "Get to work whore!"
I suck him, occasionally stopping to apologize, then resume sucking. "All of your clients are asking when you are going to return and want another appointment, minus the last guy...LOL. Word has gotten around about your oral skills and the request list is growing. I have another girl filling in for you while you're out, so getting back is a priority."
I hear everything he says, but keep sucking. He stops me and lies on the bed. I get between his legs, lick his balls, kiss his cock, lick up and down the shaft then start sucking, shortly he takes hold of my head and starts fucking my mouth. He pulls my head up by the hair, he is videoing me on his phone! "Are you enjoying my black cock?"
"Yes!"
"Is your pussy available to be used by niggers, or do we need to have another chat?"
"Everything I have is owned by niggers." He pushes my head back down, I caress his balls while I'm sucking. I feel his balls and body convulse and ready myself for the first load. I swallow eagerly, swallow the second and wait, wait, yes, the third load goes straight down my throat, I won't spill a drop.
"Am I forgiven?"
"Yes, remember you will be working for free." His cut is always his cut, my cut is the only one that goes toward my debt. Even my tips go towards the debt now. He kept track and had paid me $3600 for blow jobs altogether. He gave me credit for the first two days, tips are mine, and I owe him $3400 and I just gave him a blowjob in my marital bed.
"There is no going back now, you are going to be my whore till I say otherwise or you get a replacement."
"I know, Sir."
"Because you failed to know your place, for a while your clientele will be the guys who are difficult but pay well."
So, I am forgiven I just have to earn your trust again and re-climb the ladder so to speak?"
He said sternly as he is pulling my hair in a way where I had to look at him, "ARE WE CLEAR WHORE?"
"Yes, Sir."
"I hope so because I hate the 'reminding'. It costs me money when my bitches are out of service,"
We go back downstairs where he sets up his laptop and asks for tea, which sounded good. Over our tea, My pimp shows me a black site on his computer that has profiles of women selling themselves. I was on there, my profile gave the basics, stats, age, race, etc, it stated that I'm for Black cock only and that I give top-notch blow jobs, anal(ouch), and vaginal. I swallow, take cum inside, prefer it rough, and a price list breakdown. He explains it costs $10k a year to be a member of the site, whore's profiles are free. I also had a picture and some videos of me sucking cocks on my profile. My face has been blocked or edited out Thank God. He then added 'Few limits for Black Cock, No scarring, blood, or extreme violence.' I gasp, he looks sideways at me, and I apologize.
"Do you like your profile?" It was rhetorical, he closes his laptop and finishes his tea. I walk him out, My neighbor was outside and saw us but with the suit and laptop bag, she did not ask anything. (I explained later that I had gotten a new system for work, and that he was the company IT guy "Training me") He drove away and I went back inside to investigate OTC birth control a bit more as I see now I'm going to need a LOT of it!!
In the bathroom I run a bath, in my mind, I am thinking if I clean myself up, I'll feel and hopefully look better. In the tub my thoughts are on my situation, my husband will be gone for another 5 days, my son is at college, and my ******** and other son live in another state, I can work from home so maybe I can stay hidden till my face looks better. My ass, that's a different story!?
After my bath, I put salve on the cuts on my ass, and a little on my lip. I try to eat but can't, I get some ice in a towel for my face, and take a few Tylenol. Downstairs in the kitchen I try and eat but cannot and have hot tea, things should be better tomorrow.
Later that night lying in bed I think about what has happened in the last few months. I went from wife, and mother to a Black Cock Whore! I still don't remember that nite in the casino, I blew this guy for money out of fear of blackmail but now realized he was conditioning me to be a whore through all of this. Don't get me wrong, I love sucking Black cock, his and the others, their sweet cum, plus the cash is intoxicating and I thought it was going well. But somehow It led to a beating, being violently sodomized and *****... let's not forget the possible pregnancy?!
Now, I realize it was my fault, I told him I would be his whore and then reneged in that I thought I has a say in my actions leading to what he did to me, what he had to do, I made him do that, I put him in that position, I now understand, when a whore like me starts to forget who she is and feels she is independent a reminder like this must be made. A message has to be sent not just to the individual but to the 'others', it's not violence, it's discipline, it's business. I felt sorry for him, that he had to act that way, I admire him that he can put himself aside and worry about me losing my way enough to set me straight, I can almost love him for that. I hope, I heel up soon so I can show him my appreciation, I owe him.
Most white women deny themselves these passions, they keep this passion buried because they are weak and require a strong man, a strong Black Alpha to help them to realize their desires. The trouble is most women never meet that guy, that strong man, I was lucky, I did. I meet the man who showed me the path to my truth and I thanked him for that by disobeying... with these new realities I know I don't need 14 days to make a decision. I know now what I'm doing and the first thing I need to do is apologize to my strong man, my pimp.
The second is to get a birth control device, I can't go back on the pill since my Dr. knows my husband is fixed there would be too many questions, and no doubt he would say something to my husband if he did not find the pills first. There is no way I'm going to ask a black client to wear a condom. It's a Black man's decision if he cums in a white pussy, it's not the woman's choice. So it's prob the sponge, vaginal foam, female condom, or maybe some spermicide.
Laying there I start thinking about the ****... My lesson again and when I do, I find myself rubbing my belly as if I am carrying it. I think and feel every thrust, every comment, every ounce of pain when he shoved it forcefully into my ass. But most of all I feel him pumping his seed into me. I'm getting wet thinking about it, I masturbate, I cum very quickly and deeply, I smile, then sleep.
The next day I am sore from the waist down. My butt, my hamstrings, and my face hurt. I remember a saying, 'WOW, that's gonna hurt tomorrow!' My face looked worse and my ass looks like ground meat, purple ground meat. The trick was trying to pull on my panties without reopening the small cuts. In a stroke of genius I put on a pair of hubby's boxers, and a loose pair of sweats, rearrange my computer so I can stand for work, took a few Tylenol, and punched into work.
Several hours later the doorbell rings, It's my GF Dotty, one of the ladies from the casino nite. She knows I'm home, so I have to let her in. When she sees me, she gasps and begins to cry and says she is sorry. "I fell down the steps."
"The funny walk?"
"I think I knocked a hip out of place."
"OK, we have a cuppa?"
"I'm still working," So after some distracted chat as I am still working, she says the standard "Call me if you need anything, I'm a phone call away," blah blah. We hug as best we can, then she leaves. A few minutes later I hear something outside, I look out and see Dotty on the phone in a heated conversation. Oh well, I'm not the only one with problems I guess.
Over the next few days, the swelling in my face is gone, just a little scab on the cut on my lip, and my butt doesn't hurt as much, but the bruising is still there. My hubby comes home tomorrow, the scabs can be explained and we are in separate bedrooms, so he won't see the bruising... I think my healing is progressing well.
A few days later, my pimp texted for an update. I tell him I'm healing up well. I also apologize and explain that I misunderstood our arrangement and that I am sorry for making him discipline me and will try not to let it happen again. "Have you made your mind up?"
Even though I have another week, I say "Yes, I can't wait to get back to work."
"Is your mouth ready for use?"
"Yes." He tells me he is on the road and will be stopping by my house for a blow job. "My house?!"
"Yes, this will prove your commitment and loyalty to me." He then adds that he will look professional, have a briefcase, and act like my agent.
I say "Yes," because I have to, but also because I want to. I give him a time.
"OK, I will bring your lipstick." I'm excited, but can't believe what I've just consented to!!! I have one hour.
I finish up my work, sign out for lunch (the job is pretty liberal as long as 8 hours a day is done) clean up a bit, sit and wait. I hear a car pull into the driveway and a minute later the doorbell rings, I open the door. He comes in "How long till hubby gets home?"
"Five of six hours, we have plenty of time."
"Good, where is your bedroom? Your going to suck my cock where your husband fucks you!" I lead him upstairs where he has me undress, down to my boxer shorts.
I sit (Gingerly) on the edge of the bed. He stands over me like a God, I unzip him, drop his pants and underwear and there's his cock. It looks even better and bigger than I remember. My Pimp grabs my head and says "Get to work whore!"
I suck him, occasionally stopping to apologize, then resume sucking. "All of your clients are asking when you are going to return and want another appointment, minus the last guy...LOL. Word has gotten around about your oral skills and the request list is growing. I have another girl filling in for you while you're out, so getting back is a priority."
I hear everything he says, but keep sucking. He stops me and lies on the bed. I get between his legs, lick his balls, kiss his cock, lick up and down the shaft then start sucking, shortly he takes hold of my head and starts fucking my mouth. He pulls my head up by the hair, he is videoing me on his phone! "Are you enjoying my black cock?"
"Yes!"
"Is your pussy available to be used by niggers, or do we need to have another chat?"
"Everything I have is owned by niggers." He pushes my head back down, I caress his balls while I'm sucking. I feel his balls and body convulse and ready myself for the first load. I swallow eagerly, swallow the second and wait, wait, yes, the third load goes straight down my throat, I won't spill a drop.
"Am I forgiven?"
"Yes, remember you will be working for free." His cut is always his cut, my cut is the only one that goes toward my debt. Even my tips go towards the debt now. He kept track and had paid me $3600 for blow jobs altogether. He gave me credit for the first two days, tips are mine, and I owe him $3400 and I just gave him a blowjob in my marital bed.
"There is no going back now, you are going to be my whore till I say otherwise or you get a replacement."
"I know, Sir."
"Because you failed to know your place, for a while your clientele will be the guys who are difficult but pay well."
So, I am forgiven I just have to earn your trust again and re-climb the ladder so to speak?"
He said sternly as he is pulling my hair in a way where I had to look at him, "ARE WE CLEAR WHORE?"
"Yes, Sir."
"I hope so because I hate the 'reminding'. It costs me money when my bitches are out of service,"
We go back downstairs where he sets up his laptop and asks for tea, which sounded good. Over our tea, My pimp shows me a black site on his computer that has profiles of women selling themselves. I was on there, my profile gave the basics, stats, age, race, etc, it stated that I'm for Black cock only and that I give top-notch blow jobs, anal(ouch), and vaginal. I swallow, take cum inside, prefer it rough, and a price list breakdown. He explains it costs $10k a year to be a member of the site, whore's profiles are free. I also had a picture and some videos of me sucking cocks on my profile. My face has been blocked or edited out Thank God. He then added 'Few limits for Black Cock, No scarring, blood, or extreme violence.' I gasp, he looks sideways at me, and I apologize.
"Do you like your profile?" It was rhetorical, he closes his laptop and finishes his tea. I walk him out, My neighbor was outside and saw us but with the suit and laptop bag, she did not ask anything. (I explained later that I had gotten a new system for work, and that he was the company IT guy "Training me") He drove away and I went back inside to investigate OTC birth control a bit more as I see now I'm going to need a LOT of it!!
