Part Four
The first day with my new tormentors was absolute anguish. I was made to rush around serving them food and drinks as they inspected the house. The two huge men whose names were John and Tye set about redesigning the basement.
I was told I would no longer be living in the spare room but would now have my own space downstairs. I didn’t see much of those men during the first few days except when they shouted for drinks. If I heard one of them yell, “Hey faggot!” and I didn’t come running, I would get a hard slap on my ass.
I spent my time upstairs with the other three being trained in the ways of a good sissy servant. Marcus was the older man and I soon found him to be a humorless taskmaster. His wife, the tall, beautiful, Michelle, was my trainer while Marcus, or Daddy as he made me call him, was the disciplinarian.
Day two was when my training really started. I was in the living room with Daddy and Michelle. The extremely large woman, Delta, was lounging on the couch eating an entire cheesecake and laughing at my efforts.
Daddy was sitting straight up in Jake’s leather recliner holding an elaborate walking stick he never seemed to be without. The shaft of the cane was pure black, high gloss, metal that shined in direct light. The tip that touched the ground was gold colored while the handle was a carved image of a closed, black fist. There was a ring carved into the fist around its middle finger in the shape of a spade from a deck of playing cards. I would soon learn a lot about that symbol.
Daddy tapped his cane on the floor two times and said, “Alright Shell, this little bitch needs to learn how to curtsy properly. My nephew ain’t taught his sissy fag how to be respectful.”
So, Marcus was Jake’s uncle. Interesting ****** dynamic.
Michelle had me dressed in a simple maid’s uniform today with a black dress that ended just at the bottom of my ass, white stockings, my black Mary Janes, a Barbie diaper with no panties, blonde wig with no tiara. I was also wearing my white gloves and a pair of dangling earrings with that spade symbol on the end.
I was standing in the center of the room with Michelle circling around me, riding crop in hand, assessing my body and my movements. She had been working me for over an hour making me curtsy repeatedly while Daddy gave notes on my progress.
“No!” The black man shouted, “Bow your head lower sissy”. I hurried to comply, trying desperately to get this right and avoid any punishment. Too late, I felt the swift crack of the riding crop on the back of my thighs. Michelle didn’t hit my ass because the diaper would have softened the blows.
I cried out in pain and quickly moved my body into the right position. Any man would have thrown these people out of his house. A real man would never have let them in. Only a true wimp like me would let this horrible humiliation continue.
“Again!” Daddy exclaimed, and I started from the beginning. I smiled and extended my right foot behind the left, resting on the ball of my foot. Keeping my back straight and my head lowered, I bent my knees outward. I lowered myself down until my right knee almost touched the ground, all the while holding my skirt out to the sides with both hands.
Michelle said, “Damn Marcus, this white boy almost looks pretty like this. Faggot knows how to be a good girl don’t it?”
Daddy stood up and circled me as I held my position, my legs trembling from exhaustion. The older man tapped my ass with the end of his cane and said, “Yeah, that’s good bitch. You are learning. Now you practice that every day till it becomes second nature. You always bow like that when you’re around black folks. You white boys all need to learn your place in the Black New World Order.”
I had become very familiar with the BNWO through all the reading I’d done while diving into my fetish for interracial porn. I was being taught how to be a proper white boy in the world of dominant black men and women.
I was finally allowed to be finished with my curtsy practice for the time being as Daddy announced he was ready for lunch. From the couch Delta hollered, “Hell yes!” making me wonder how the huge woman could possibly fit more food.
I set about making lunch for everyone, BLTs and French fries, and was left alone in the kitchen while I worked. I could hear the others in my living room discussing my afternoon schedule.
Daddy said, “I think we need to start the bitch on cock sucking. Every white boy needs to know how to swallow a black dick.”
Michelle answered, “Oh c’mon Marcus, that’s all you ever think about, getting that monster between your legs sucked. I know how much you love putting white boys in their place like that but why not let us girls have a little fun today? We have two weeks with that faggot, so you’ll get your dick wet plenty. I honestly can’t stand the stink coming from Delta’s nasty bush any longer. No offense sweetie, but you stink.”
Delta laughed and said, “Oh I know it baby! I ain’t washed my cooch in nearly a week since I found out we’d be training a white boy. I love it when some cracker faggot has to clean all my cracks and crevices. Makes me laugh when they try not to show how disgusted they are with their new job.”
Daddy said, “Alright, you two have your fun. I’m gonna spend some time downstairs with our young bucks and see to the sissy’s new home.” Then to me, “Hurry the fuck up white boy, I’m hungry as fuck.”
I answered, “Yes Daddy,” blushing as I said it. I hated calling another man such an intimate name. It made me feel very small and humiliated. The worst part was how my voice seemed to naturally soften when I spoke to him. Like I was trying to sound more feminine without even wanting to.
I carried a platter of sandwiches and a heaping tray of fries to the dining room table and announced that lunch was served.
All five of my captors crowded around the table and Daddy asked, “What the fuck’s this other plate for faggot?”
“Oh, I’m sorry Daddy, that was for me. Should I not eat at the table?”
They all laughed at me as Michelle got up from the table, went into the other room, and returned with a plastic bag. Out of the bag came two large dog bowl’s, each bearing the name Fluffy. As the group laughed and teased me, Michelle filled one bowl with water then crushed a sandwich and some fries into a crumbled mess in the other bowl. I didn’t need to be told what to do as she set them both on the floor under the table.
The shame I felt burning my skin was hot to the touch as I crawled under my own dining room table. Daddy pulled back from the table so he could look down at me. The bowls were placed near his feet, so he had a direct look at my face. “Now you be a good sissy fag and eat your lunch. I don’t want to hear a word from you till it’s time for you to clear the table. Oh, and no hands you fucking dog. You eat like the white bitch you are.”
I had tears in my eyes from the sheer humiliation of it all as I whimpered, “Yes Daddy”.
As I lowered my face to the bowl, I imagined how my wife must be enjoying her time at the resort with Jake. She was, I’m certain, eating the finest meals at the most expensive restaurants while I groveled under the table for scraps at the feet of these horrible black strangers. I felt my tiny penis stiffen at the thought. How fucked up is that? I got aroused over the mere thought of my wife living a better life than me.
As I ate my food with my face stuffed into a dog bowl, the conversation above me turned to tv shows and movies they’d seen recently. I was forgotten and ignored. Imagine that another human being is eating from dog bowls under the table where you’re having lunch and you simply go on as if it’s an ordinary occurrence. My mindset truly was different than these superior people. I felt my inferiority intensely as I knelt there mouthing my food from the plastic bowl.
After everyone finished, I was made to clear the table and wash the dishes. My bowls were to be left as they were. Daddy said dog bowls were never cleaned by anything other than dog’s tongues.
Delta laughed and said, “Speaking of tongues…”
Everyone got a laugh from that as I was made to join the huge woman in the living room. John and Tye returned to the basement, and I soon heard hammering and power tools again. Daddy and Michelle retired to the master bedroom for an afternoon nap. That left me alone with the hideous Delta.
The large woman wore a tent like dress that I think would be called a moo moo? She sat on the couch with her feet planted flat on the top of the ottoman.
“C’mere puppy” the evil woman said with a smile. “Get down and crawl over to Delta now Fluffy. That’s a good boy.”
Anxiety, trepidation, and shame were heaped on me as I dropped to my knees and began to crawl forward. She motioned for me to move between the ottoman and couch, which I did with some difficulty, and I was immediately assaulted by her noxious odor.
She was giggling at the look of disgust on my face as she said, “That’s right puppy, Ole Delta needs a good scrubbing, and ain’t nothing gets her cootchie cleaner than a white dog’s tongue.”
With that she pulled her dress up over her bent knees and I got a look between her fat thighs. She wore no underwear, so I was treated to the hairiest bush I’d ever seen. The hair didn’t simply cover her pussy, it extended several inches onto her legs and up almost to her navel. The thick, curly hair disappeared down into her ass, and I could only imagine what a nightmare that dark crevice would be.
I was sweating and shaking as I knelt there before her unwashed gash, a fact that delighted her to no end.
“C’mon Fluffy, get your treat! Delta’s got a nice snack for her doggy.”
I tried to imagine my wife’s pristine pussy as I moved my head forward, but nothing could wipe away the horrid image before me. Where Jane took fastidious care of her hygiene, this woman was a complete pig by comparison. Aside from the smell and the unkempt hair, there were bits of lint and other unidentified detritus collected in her bush. I gagged several times before even contacting the hairy vortex, a fact that made Delta laugh harder.
She reached a thick, meaty hand down and gripped the back of my head pulling my face into her sopping wet cunt. The slime covered surface immediately soaked my face and I had trouble breathing. Delta held me there and said, “You ain’t breathing till I feel that tongue.”
I held out as long as possible, but her grip was too strong. So, I did the unthinkable. I stuck out my tongue and began licking the awful woman’s pussy.
She sighed in delight and leaned back into the sofa as I went to work. At her direction I started by licking and sucking her matted bush clean of all the crumbs and lint. I was swallowing without thinking, simply trying to get it all down quickly. Hairs caught in my throat were easily washed down by the continuous ooze of her thick pussy juices. The woman leaked like a sieve.
On it went for what seemed like hours as I moved from cleaning her bush to licking her pussy. I played at the edges of her labia for a while, too afraid of what awaited inside this dark pink hole, but Delta was having none of that.
“Get that tongue up in there Fluffy! Make momma cum! Find my hot little clit. It should be easy to recognize, it’s about the same size as yours.” She found her own joke to be hilarious.
I licked and sucked the fetid swamp for over an hour as Delta had several orgasms on my face. My skin and my wig were both soaked by the time she finally pushed me away.
“Go wash yourself up doggie. Delta needs a nap. When you’re clean, you go find your Daddy and see what your next training session will be. Tomorrow, you can show me how well you can clean my ass.” She cackled out a long laughing spell as I recoiled in horror at the thought of licking her nasty ass crack and hole.
I was shaking in humiliation and fear as I made my way to the small bathroom to clean myself. What had started as a fun little fetish then a game with my wife was now becoming real life horror show. But judging from the way my tiny peepee was throbbing in my diaper, I knew I couldn’t quit. Not now.
End of Part Four
The first day with my new tormentors was absolute anguish. I was made to rush around serving them food and drinks as they inspected the house. The two huge men whose names were John and Tye set about redesigning the basement.
I was told I would no longer be living in the spare room but would now have my own space downstairs. I didn’t see much of those men during the first few days except when they shouted for drinks. If I heard one of them yell, “Hey faggot!” and I didn’t come running, I would get a hard slap on my ass.
I spent my time upstairs with the other three being trained in the ways of a good sissy servant. Marcus was the older man and I soon found him to be a humorless taskmaster. His wife, the tall, beautiful, Michelle, was my trainer while Marcus, or Daddy as he made me call him, was the disciplinarian.
Day two was when my training really started. I was in the living room with Daddy and Michelle. The extremely large woman, Delta, was lounging on the couch eating an entire cheesecake and laughing at my efforts.
Daddy was sitting straight up in Jake’s leather recliner holding an elaborate walking stick he never seemed to be without. The shaft of the cane was pure black, high gloss, metal that shined in direct light. The tip that touched the ground was gold colored while the handle was a carved image of a closed, black fist. There was a ring carved into the fist around its middle finger in the shape of a spade from a deck of playing cards. I would soon learn a lot about that symbol.
Daddy tapped his cane on the floor two times and said, “Alright Shell, this little bitch needs to learn how to curtsy properly. My nephew ain’t taught his sissy fag how to be respectful.”
So, Marcus was Jake’s uncle. Interesting ****** dynamic.
Michelle had me dressed in a simple maid’s uniform today with a black dress that ended just at the bottom of my ass, white stockings, my black Mary Janes, a Barbie diaper with no panties, blonde wig with no tiara. I was also wearing my white gloves and a pair of dangling earrings with that spade symbol on the end.
I was standing in the center of the room with Michelle circling around me, riding crop in hand, assessing my body and my movements. She had been working me for over an hour making me curtsy repeatedly while Daddy gave notes on my progress.
“No!” The black man shouted, “Bow your head lower sissy”. I hurried to comply, trying desperately to get this right and avoid any punishment. Too late, I felt the swift crack of the riding crop on the back of my thighs. Michelle didn’t hit my ass because the diaper would have softened the blows.
I cried out in pain and quickly moved my body into the right position. Any man would have thrown these people out of his house. A real man would never have let them in. Only a true wimp like me would let this horrible humiliation continue.
“Again!” Daddy exclaimed, and I started from the beginning. I smiled and extended my right foot behind the left, resting on the ball of my foot. Keeping my back straight and my head lowered, I bent my knees outward. I lowered myself down until my right knee almost touched the ground, all the while holding my skirt out to the sides with both hands.
Michelle said, “Damn Marcus, this white boy almost looks pretty like this. Faggot knows how to be a good girl don’t it?”
Daddy stood up and circled me as I held my position, my legs trembling from exhaustion. The older man tapped my ass with the end of his cane and said, “Yeah, that’s good bitch. You are learning. Now you practice that every day till it becomes second nature. You always bow like that when you’re around black folks. You white boys all need to learn your place in the Black New World Order.”
I had become very familiar with the BNWO through all the reading I’d done while diving into my fetish for interracial porn. I was being taught how to be a proper white boy in the world of dominant black men and women.
I was finally allowed to be finished with my curtsy practice for the time being as Daddy announced he was ready for lunch. From the couch Delta hollered, “Hell yes!” making me wonder how the huge woman could possibly fit more food.
I set about making lunch for everyone, BLTs and French fries, and was left alone in the kitchen while I worked. I could hear the others in my living room discussing my afternoon schedule.
Daddy said, “I think we need to start the bitch on cock sucking. Every white boy needs to know how to swallow a black dick.”
Michelle answered, “Oh c’mon Marcus, that’s all you ever think about, getting that monster between your legs sucked. I know how much you love putting white boys in their place like that but why not let us girls have a little fun today? We have two weeks with that faggot, so you’ll get your dick wet plenty. I honestly can’t stand the stink coming from Delta’s nasty bush any longer. No offense sweetie, but you stink.”
Delta laughed and said, “Oh I know it baby! I ain’t washed my cooch in nearly a week since I found out we’d be training a white boy. I love it when some cracker faggot has to clean all my cracks and crevices. Makes me laugh when they try not to show how disgusted they are with their new job.”
Daddy said, “Alright, you two have your fun. I’m gonna spend some time downstairs with our young bucks and see to the sissy’s new home.” Then to me, “Hurry the fuck up white boy, I’m hungry as fuck.”
I answered, “Yes Daddy,” blushing as I said it. I hated calling another man such an intimate name. It made me feel very small and humiliated. The worst part was how my voice seemed to naturally soften when I spoke to him. Like I was trying to sound more feminine without even wanting to.
I carried a platter of sandwiches and a heaping tray of fries to the dining room table and announced that lunch was served.
All five of my captors crowded around the table and Daddy asked, “What the fuck’s this other plate for faggot?”
“Oh, I’m sorry Daddy, that was for me. Should I not eat at the table?”
They all laughed at me as Michelle got up from the table, went into the other room, and returned with a plastic bag. Out of the bag came two large dog bowl’s, each bearing the name Fluffy. As the group laughed and teased me, Michelle filled one bowl with water then crushed a sandwich and some fries into a crumbled mess in the other bowl. I didn’t need to be told what to do as she set them both on the floor under the table.
The shame I felt burning my skin was hot to the touch as I crawled under my own dining room table. Daddy pulled back from the table so he could look down at me. The bowls were placed near his feet, so he had a direct look at my face. “Now you be a good sissy fag and eat your lunch. I don’t want to hear a word from you till it’s time for you to clear the table. Oh, and no hands you fucking dog. You eat like the white bitch you are.”
I had tears in my eyes from the sheer humiliation of it all as I whimpered, “Yes Daddy”.
As I lowered my face to the bowl, I imagined how my wife must be enjoying her time at the resort with Jake. She was, I’m certain, eating the finest meals at the most expensive restaurants while I groveled under the table for scraps at the feet of these horrible black strangers. I felt my tiny penis stiffen at the thought. How fucked up is that? I got aroused over the mere thought of my wife living a better life than me.
As I ate my food with my face stuffed into a dog bowl, the conversation above me turned to tv shows and movies they’d seen recently. I was forgotten and ignored. Imagine that another human being is eating from dog bowls under the table where you’re having lunch and you simply go on as if it’s an ordinary occurrence. My mindset truly was different than these superior people. I felt my inferiority intensely as I knelt there mouthing my food from the plastic bowl.
After everyone finished, I was made to clear the table and wash the dishes. My bowls were to be left as they were. Daddy said dog bowls were never cleaned by anything other than dog’s tongues.
Delta laughed and said, “Speaking of tongues…”
Everyone got a laugh from that as I was made to join the huge woman in the living room. John and Tye returned to the basement, and I soon heard hammering and power tools again. Daddy and Michelle retired to the master bedroom for an afternoon nap. That left me alone with the hideous Delta.
The large woman wore a tent like dress that I think would be called a moo moo? She sat on the couch with her feet planted flat on the top of the ottoman.
“C’mere puppy” the evil woman said with a smile. “Get down and crawl over to Delta now Fluffy. That’s a good boy.”
Anxiety, trepidation, and shame were heaped on me as I dropped to my knees and began to crawl forward. She motioned for me to move between the ottoman and couch, which I did with some difficulty, and I was immediately assaulted by her noxious odor.
She was giggling at the look of disgust on my face as she said, “That’s right puppy, Ole Delta needs a good scrubbing, and ain’t nothing gets her cootchie cleaner than a white dog’s tongue.”
With that she pulled her dress up over her bent knees and I got a look between her fat thighs. She wore no underwear, so I was treated to the hairiest bush I’d ever seen. The hair didn’t simply cover her pussy, it extended several inches onto her legs and up almost to her navel. The thick, curly hair disappeared down into her ass, and I could only imagine what a nightmare that dark crevice would be.
I was sweating and shaking as I knelt there before her unwashed gash, a fact that delighted her to no end.
“C’mon Fluffy, get your treat! Delta’s got a nice snack for her doggy.”
I tried to imagine my wife’s pristine pussy as I moved my head forward, but nothing could wipe away the horrid image before me. Where Jane took fastidious care of her hygiene, this woman was a complete pig by comparison. Aside from the smell and the unkempt hair, there were bits of lint and other unidentified detritus collected in her bush. I gagged several times before even contacting the hairy vortex, a fact that made Delta laugh harder.
She reached a thick, meaty hand down and gripped the back of my head pulling my face into her sopping wet cunt. The slime covered surface immediately soaked my face and I had trouble breathing. Delta held me there and said, “You ain’t breathing till I feel that tongue.”
I held out as long as possible, but her grip was too strong. So, I did the unthinkable. I stuck out my tongue and began licking the awful woman’s pussy.
She sighed in delight and leaned back into the sofa as I went to work. At her direction I started by licking and sucking her matted bush clean of all the crumbs and lint. I was swallowing without thinking, simply trying to get it all down quickly. Hairs caught in my throat were easily washed down by the continuous ooze of her thick pussy juices. The woman leaked like a sieve.
On it went for what seemed like hours as I moved from cleaning her bush to licking her pussy. I played at the edges of her labia for a while, too afraid of what awaited inside this dark pink hole, but Delta was having none of that.
“Get that tongue up in there Fluffy! Make momma cum! Find my hot little clit. It should be easy to recognize, it’s about the same size as yours.” She found her own joke to be hilarious.
I licked and sucked the fetid swamp for over an hour as Delta had several orgasms on my face. My skin and my wig were both soaked by the time she finally pushed me away.
“Go wash yourself up doggie. Delta needs a nap. When you’re clean, you go find your Daddy and see what your next training session will be. Tomorrow, you can show me how well you can clean my ass.” She cackled out a long laughing spell as I recoiled in horror at the thought of licking her nasty ass crack and hole.
I was shaking in humiliation and fear as I made my way to the small bathroom to clean myself. What had started as a fun little fetish then a game with my wife was now becoming real life horror show. But judging from the way my tiny peepee was throbbing in my diaper, I knew I couldn’t quit. Not now.
End of Part Four
