Chapter 1 - Showing My Commitment
I have been told by my black master that I need to show publicly my commitment to him and the cause of Big Black Cock supremacy. He has left the way and the means of my commitment up to me to plan and execute, I am not following specific instructions but the general order that I have been given.
I am here in my bathroom looking at my reflection in the mirror. I see myself looking back at me, twenty-one, naked. 170cm tall, 60kg, pale white skin, firm 36c breasts, and my pride and joy - my copper red hair cascading over my shoulders almost to the top of my ass. It has taken years to grow out, and I have spent so much time and money maintaining it; shampoos, conditioners, styling products, and hairdressing.
In front of me, I have laid out the tools that I will need to show my love and commitment to my black master. I have the camera focused on me; I am visible from the waist up on the screen of my iPhone. I reach out with a trembling hand and press the record icon on the camera screen. I pause for a moment gathering my thoughts before starting to speak to the camera: "My name is Ingrid Masterton, I am here to publicly show my commitment to black master Marcus and to declare myself black cock only for the exclusive use by the superior black man."
I take the first tool from the bathroom vanity, a brush that I use to lovingly brush my silky hair out. "I am going to make a sacrifice," I put the brush back down and pick up the next item a set of battery-powered hair clippers, and with my other hand grab a large handful of hair in the middle. I turn the clippers on take a deep breath and run the clippers through the hair leaving close-cropped stubble in their wake, no going back now. I take the hair still grasped in my hand and put it into an envelope and proceed to shave the rest of the hair off my head and put it into the envelope. Tears are dripping down my face as I see the change in my look, my precious identity falling away to be placed into the envelope. Steeling my resolve, I dash the tears away with the back of my hand and take the can of shaving cream off the vanity squirting some into the palm of my hand. I reach up and start massaging the shaving cream into my scalp causing my breasts to sway. I fully cover my scalp in the cooling cream before wiping the excess from my hands with a towel. The next step has come, reaching down for the razor, I wonder if the microphone can pick up the sound of the five blades of the men's razor being pulled through the stubble of my head thinking how my father would feel if he knew how his razor was being used. I complete the job, reapplying the shaving cream and running the razor through a second time making sure that there are no missed bits. I look at myself, still sexy with my shiny bald head replacing the flowing coppery locks of not fifteen minutes before.
Taking the second last item off the bench and showing its label to the camera, Veet Depilatory Cream. I speak to the camera again, "Whilst the shaving of my head is a sacrifice, over time it will grow back, just like it was before. My need is to show my commitment to the cause of Big Black Cock supremacy, I shall make this change permanent." I squeeze some of the contents of the tube onto my hands and massage the cream into my head ensuring a full coverage, as with the shaving cream I reapply a second coat, I want to ensure that I have not missed anything.
It is time for the last, finishing touch. I take the towel and soak the corner in water and use it to wet the center of my forehead. I pick up the last item, a temporary Queen of Spades tattoo, and use the towel to move it from the transfer paper to my forehead ensuring that it is straight and unwrinkled. It is time for my declaration "I am White Slut Ingrid, property of Black Master Marcus. I am a Queen of Spades, black only slut, and pledge all my slutty fuck holes to Black Master Marcus".
I take the video I have just made and copy it to my computer. I then go to the mainstream porn video upload sites and create accounts under the ID "ShavedSubSlut" and upload the video to them ensuring that the video is made public carefully tagging them as Interracial and Submissive. The die has been cast; the decision has been made. My commitment was made public for the whole world to see. I am not a public figure, I am not important, and my career will not be ended if discovered but I have laid myself bare and open to discovery by friends and ******. Strangers on the street may recognize me, some may have jerked off to me showing my commitment. The thought of this makes my bald cunt wet and throb with longing, I sit at my computer stroking my clit watching the counters on the websites go up as people access the videos seeing the numbers of likes and comments come in. I am finally free, free to be myself, free to be owned by my black master. I copy the URLs to an email to blackmastermarcus@bnwo.net and send my electronic declaration, get dressed in a short sundress with no underwear, and walk down to the post box on the corner my bald head and tattoo attracting the stares of men and women alike. I place the envelope stuffed with my hair and mail it to my master. I hope that I have done enough and that he will take me on and change my young life forever.
I have been told by my black master that I need to show publicly my commitment to him and the cause of Big Black Cock supremacy. He has left the way and the means of my commitment up to me to plan and execute, I am not following specific instructions but the general order that I have been given.
I am here in my bathroom looking at my reflection in the mirror. I see myself looking back at me, twenty-one, naked. 170cm tall, 60kg, pale white skin, firm 36c breasts, and my pride and joy - my copper red hair cascading over my shoulders almost to the top of my ass. It has taken years to grow out, and I have spent so much time and money maintaining it; shampoos, conditioners, styling products, and hairdressing.
In front of me, I have laid out the tools that I will need to show my love and commitment to my black master. I have the camera focused on me; I am visible from the waist up on the screen of my iPhone. I reach out with a trembling hand and press the record icon on the camera screen. I pause for a moment gathering my thoughts before starting to speak to the camera: "My name is Ingrid Masterton, I am here to publicly show my commitment to black master Marcus and to declare myself black cock only for the exclusive use by the superior black man."
I take the first tool from the bathroom vanity, a brush that I use to lovingly brush my silky hair out. "I am going to make a sacrifice," I put the brush back down and pick up the next item a set of battery-powered hair clippers, and with my other hand grab a large handful of hair in the middle. I turn the clippers on take a deep breath and run the clippers through the hair leaving close-cropped stubble in their wake, no going back now. I take the hair still grasped in my hand and put it into an envelope and proceed to shave the rest of the hair off my head and put it into the envelope. Tears are dripping down my face as I see the change in my look, my precious identity falling away to be placed into the envelope. Steeling my resolve, I dash the tears away with the back of my hand and take the can of shaving cream off the vanity squirting some into the palm of my hand. I reach up and start massaging the shaving cream into my scalp causing my breasts to sway. I fully cover my scalp in the cooling cream before wiping the excess from my hands with a towel. The next step has come, reaching down for the razor, I wonder if the microphone can pick up the sound of the five blades of the men's razor being pulled through the stubble of my head thinking how my father would feel if he knew how his razor was being used. I complete the job, reapplying the shaving cream and running the razor through a second time making sure that there are no missed bits. I look at myself, still sexy with my shiny bald head replacing the flowing coppery locks of not fifteen minutes before.
Taking the second last item off the bench and showing its label to the camera, Veet Depilatory Cream. I speak to the camera again, "Whilst the shaving of my head is a sacrifice, over time it will grow back, just like it was before. My need is to show my commitment to the cause of Big Black Cock supremacy, I shall make this change permanent." I squeeze some of the contents of the tube onto my hands and massage the cream into my head ensuring a full coverage, as with the shaving cream I reapply a second coat, I want to ensure that I have not missed anything.
It is time for the last, finishing touch. I take the towel and soak the corner in water and use it to wet the center of my forehead. I pick up the last item, a temporary Queen of Spades tattoo, and use the towel to move it from the transfer paper to my forehead ensuring that it is straight and unwrinkled. It is time for my declaration "I am White Slut Ingrid, property of Black Master Marcus. I am a Queen of Spades, black only slut, and pledge all my slutty fuck holes to Black Master Marcus".
I take the video I have just made and copy it to my computer. I then go to the mainstream porn video upload sites and create accounts under the ID "ShavedSubSlut" and upload the video to them ensuring that the video is made public carefully tagging them as Interracial and Submissive. The die has been cast; the decision has been made. My commitment was made public for the whole world to see. I am not a public figure, I am not important, and my career will not be ended if discovered but I have laid myself bare and open to discovery by friends and ******. Strangers on the street may recognize me, some may have jerked off to me showing my commitment. The thought of this makes my bald cunt wet and throb with longing, I sit at my computer stroking my clit watching the counters on the websites go up as people access the videos seeing the numbers of likes and comments come in. I am finally free, free to be myself, free to be owned by my black master. I copy the URLs to an email to blackmastermarcus@bnwo.net and send my electronic declaration, get dressed in a short sundress with no underwear, and walk down to the post box on the corner my bald head and tattoo attracting the stares of men and women alike. I place the envelope stuffed with my hair and mail it to my master. I hope that I have done enough and that he will take me on and change my young life forever.
