Black Mistress & White Bitch - (Slavery)

[hirarandi]

I knelt in the middle of Angel's living room wearing only my black high-heels. In my submissive position I made sure to keep my eyes lowered. From her chair Angel ordered me to spread my knee and place my hands behind my back. I obeyed her command in an instant. Angel must have found the spread of my knees satisfactory, as she didn't reprimand me. 

Suddenly I sensed Angel's movement as she approached. My lowered eyes caught sight of Angel's bare feet as she stood before me. I was surprised that I hadn't noticed her beautiful black feet and the perfection of her toes sooner. As Angel bent over me I had to divert my eyes to keep from looking directly at her. Unexpectedly Angel shoved a hand between my open legs. For the briefest of moments one of Angel's finger slide across my clit. I trembled with pleasure as a soft moan escaped my lips. Angle extended her reach to the back of my wet slit then slid her fingers gently over my lips. Stopping for a second Angel slipped a finger into my craving love hole. My whole body quivered with lesbian lust. Involuntarily my love muscles clinched around the teasing finger. Angel only allowed her finger to enter me to the first knuckle then abruptly pulled it away. I groaned with despair and wanted to beg for its return. But, I was quickly learning wants and needs meant nothing to the African Goddess Angel. 

Angel then fumbled about with my neatly trimmed pubic hair until she held three or four of the hairs firmly between her fingers and thumb. I could plainly feel the slight pressure on one of my pussy lips. 

"Your horny aren't you, ho?"

With my feminine juices already leaking I couldn't lie even if I dared to, "Yes, I ... yes I'm horny, my Niger Mistress."

"Your horny for me aren't you, bitch?" Angel continued to degrade me with her nasty word game.

But, it was a game I had to play. I had to play and win since losing would surely mean further and perhaps more brutal punishment. "Yesss ... oh god yes, I am horny for you, my Niger Mistress." 

'I knew it you, ho. The first time you came over here whining about my music. The way you leered at me I knew then you were nothing but a horny old cow," Then Angel purred, "You love this don't you, ho?"

"Yes ... I ... love it, my Niger Mistress," I immediately replied as I hoped to avoid any unnecessary punishment.

"You LOVE my abuse don't you, cunt."

"Yee ... yees ... yes ... I love your abuse, my Niger Mistress."

Laughing then Angel went on, "And you're just a horny old white cow aren't you, ho"

I was being sucked further and further into the world of total debasement but it was out of my control, "Ye ... yes, my Niger Mistress, I am just a horny old fucking white cow."

Still holding a few of my pussy hairs Angel changed the subject as she returned to her lecture tone, "The next time you enter my home, ho, your pussy hole will be shaved as smooth as a baby's butt. Do you understand, cow?"

You can be sure I didn't hesitate answering even as my body trembled. "Yes I understand, my Niger Mistress."

Smiling Angel went on with a sarcastic tone, "I hope you don't, bitch. Because if you don't I will enjoy dealing with them." To add meaning to her words Angel ripped out the few pubic hairs she had been holding. I yelped at the sharp stabbing pain as Angel cooed sweetly, "See, ya piece of fucking white thrash, if you forget to shave your nasty old pussy I'll will deal with it MYSELF ... one fucking hair at a time." I could sense the delight in Angel's voice.

Standing up again Angel sadistically slapped my already injured tittie and giggled lightly as I yowled with aguish. "Let that be another lesson, ho. I don't need a reason to hurt you. I can hurt you just for the freaking fun of it."

Thankfully, Angel returned to her chair. After seating herself comfortably she beckoned me, "Crawl to me, ho. Crawl to your Niger Mistress on your hands and knees like the old fucking cow bitch you are."

I obeyed by falling forward onto my hands and knees and crawled the short distant until Angel's bare feet came into view. One of Angel's lovely feet dangled in the air as she had crossed her lovely black legs. "Lick it, cow," Angel commanded cheerfully wiggled her toes right in my face, "Lick my black foot, you white fat assed ho, as we talk." Angel constantly reminded me that she was black and I was white. That she was the black mistress and I was her white bitch. She was the 21-year-old black mistress and I was her 34-year-old white bitch. 

Realizing that Angel never left any margin for error I quickly lowered my mouth to her dangling black foot and began to lick it gently with my tongue. I trailed my tongue all about Angel's foot and toes praying that she wouldn't find fault with my effort. 

After several moments of silence Angel began to lecture again. She told me that I was never to come to her home unless her stereo was blasting or she order me to do otherwise. And, that I was never to wear a bra or panties into her house again unless she specifically ordered it. She added that I the high-heels I was wearing would have to be replaced by ones with at least a six inch heel.

Angel also told me that upon first entering her home I was to walk to the middle of her living room and strip naked. I was told in no uncertain terms that I was to strip regardless of who might be present in the room. Angel's exact words were, "I don't give a mother-fuck if your white assed mommy and daddy are setting on the sofa you better not hesitate stripping naked." After making myself naked I was to proceed to turn down the stereo then return to the middle of the room and kneel to await further instructions. 

My heart raced as I listened closely to what Angel was saying. At the same time I couldn't forget the task at hand. Or should I say at tongue? At any rate, I continued to lick my tongue all over Angel's black foot. From time to time Angel would position her foot so that I could even lick the sole. At those times I didn't hesitate to lick my tongue up and down the sole of her foot. I licked every square inch of her lovely foot that my tongue could reach. Time and again I had to fight the urge to actually suck her toes into my mouth and make love to them with my tongue. Yet I dared not over step my bounds. 

Angel then began to tell me about a shopping trip I would be going on the next morning, Saturday. She told that my wardrobe needed to be updated and that I was to go shopping at a lingerie shop called "Sensual Sister's". She said she would provide me with a list of items to buy. Continuing, Angel stated that she also had a list of items I would buy at a store named "Dark Worlds" She went on to say that I would wear the breezy white summer dress she had seen me in once. I instantly knew the dress she was speaking of. The dress had spaghetti straps with scooped neckline and a mini skirt that hit my leg a couple inches above mid thigh. Angel ordered me to wear a pair of white high-heels. Angel made it clear that I wasn't to wear a bra or panties. Then she added that I should be standing on her front porch at 9:30AM for inspection.

Abruptly Angel moved her foot out of the reach of my tongue. "Stand up, you freaking white cow ho." I obeyed the command as quickly as I could. "Your lists are on the table by the sofa," Angel continued to dictate, "get them and get the fuck out of my house, I have a "guest" arriving soon." 

Depression swept over my completely exposed body as I realized that I wasn't going to be allowed the privilege of once again tasting Angel's delicious dark chocolate breasts. And, I couldn't believe that she was sending me away while the inferno of yearning need blazing between my legs. It puzzled me why Angel didn't seem concerned about her own sexual pleasure either. Certainly she must know I would crawl between her shapely black legs and worship her gorgeous passion pit until she couldn't take anymore. Surely her desires were just as aroused as my own. At least I prayed they were. I couldn't help but wonder that perhaps I had displeased she in some small way of may-be I didn't please her at all.

Dejectedly I retrieved the lists from the table then walked to where my clothes lay on the floor. I bent to pick them up but Angel hissed angrily, "Leave them, ho." My jaw must have dropped a foot as I realized Angel expected me to walk home naked except for my high-heels. What else could she possibly do to me? Glancing out a window I thanked god that at least darkness had fallen.

With my head hung I began to walk towards Angel's front door trying to formulate a plan to get to my house without being seen by all my nosy neighbors. As I approached the door it unexpectedly swung open nearly hitting me in the head. I jumped in surprise as I looked up to see a tall gorgeous black girl with an equally startled look on her face. She wore a full-length fur coat, odd I thought considering the time of year. On her feet she wore gold colored spiked heels must taller than the ones I was wearing. The gold color accented the girl's dark black skin beautifully. As the girl over came her initial shock a demeaning smirk formed upon her lovely lips as her dark eyes scanned my nudity from head to toe and I couldn't help but blush bright red with embarrassment.

Then I heard Angel nearly scream, "Get the fuck out of my house, you frigging white ho." Angel's words propelled me to action and I stepped through the still open door. As I turned to close the door behind me I saw the new arrivals fur coat slide to the floor. I couldn't help but notice that under the coat the beautiful black girl wore only the briefest of bikinis. I gawked for a scant second at the black girl's perfectly flared hips and full bottom before the door was swung closed. "So much for Angel's pleasure," I fumed. I had never felt so used and degraded as I realized that I had only been Angel's opening act.

Once outside I immediately crossed my arms over my titties and quickly walked down the porch steps. Ignoring the sidewalks I decided to go cross-country. Staying close to the front of Angel's house I cut across her lawn doing my best to hang in the shadows. Actually the trip to my house wasn't nearly as bad as I had anticipated. However, I was slowed as the heels of my shoes kept sinking into the ground making it difficult to walk.

Once inside my house I slipped my heels off and went straight to my bedroom for a robe. I slipped it on as I walked back towards the living room. Feeling somewhat more comfortable I settled onto the sofa to read Angel's lists, which I still held tightly in my right, hand. First I began to read the list of items that Angel demanded I buy at a place called "Sensual Sisters". Angel had included the stores address, which I recognized to be in the roughest part of town. The list included two pair of pink high-heels with six-inch heels. One pair was to be a classic pair of pumps the other a pair of open toed sling backs. Both pair of shoes were to have a buckling ankle strap. I was to buy two pink garter-belts; at least one was to be made of leather. To go with the garter-belts I was to buy six pairs of pink nylons. I was also to buy three pink mini dresses. One had to be strapless while another had to have a neckline that plunged to my naval. I could choose the third dress as long it was pink with a plunging neckline and it had to be knit so that it clung to my curves like a glove. An empty felling overwhelmed me as I saw that I was to also buy a bottle of red hair dye. Tacked on to the end of the list almost as an after thought was four pair of dangly earrings. 

Shifting to the other list I first noticed that its address also placed it in the poorest part of town. I quickly realized that "Dark Worlds" must be an adult toy store judging from the items I had to buy there. Three black colored dildos with diameters of one and three quarter inches, two and a half inches, and three inches were to be purchased. Each fake black cock was to have a realist nut sack. I was horrified to see I was also to buy three butt plugs in sizes of one, two, and two and a half inches thick. Somehow I wasn't surprised to find several items of bondage gear including locking black leather cuffs, and two pair of steel handcuffs. Angel directed specifically that one pair of the metal cuff had better fit my ankles.

As I looked over the lists my mind occasionally drifted to Angel's house. I couldn't help but wonder what might be transpiring in Angel's living room at that very moment. Was the new black girl I had seen arriving on her knees before Angel like I had been earlier? Was she now feasting upon Angel's treasures? Did Angel have other black girls under her control? Did she have other white, hos? The more I considered the possibilities the harder my pussy throbbed. And the more my pussy throbbed the more humiliated I felt as I realized Angel's control was nearly complete. 

Setting the lists aside I fought off the urge to sneak next door to peek into Angel's windows. "God," I thought, "I could peek in on her and masturbate at the same time." But, while the thought excited me I couldn't lower myself to that depth of perversion, at least not yet. Besides, if Angel were to catch me there was no telling what she might do. 

Sinking further into a funky depression I forced myself to stand and head off towards the bathroom. I drew a warm bath and added some soothing bath oils then relaxed in the tub for over a half hour. As I was relaxing in the tub Angel's horrifying words began to echo in my head, The next time you enter my home, ho, your pussy hole will be shaved as smooth as a baby's butt. Do you understand, cow?" I knew that I had no choice in the matter. So after shampooing my hair and shaving my legs I carried out Angel's demeaning dictate and shaved away all my pubic hair. I shaved myself until my "Venus" was as completely smooth and soft. Looking down at myself I couldn't help but blush as I realized my hairless pussy made me look like such a little girl. 

Standing up and after stepping from the tub I toweled myself dry. After drying my hair I applied an ample amount of moisturizing cream and rubbed all over my body Throwing my robe back on I padded around the house locking up and turning off the lights. Finally, I found my way back to the bedroom. After setting the alarm clock for 8AM I turned off the light and slipped into bed nude, for what would turn out to be another steamy night of fitful sleep.

Sleep did mercifully come although only in bits and pieces. I dreamed that Saturday morning never came and I didn't have to perform Angel's degrading tasks after all. Of course, my dream was just an awkward attempt at denial. I just didn't have the courage to admit to myself that I was truly loving Angel's abuse. I mean what kind of woman would that make me? 

But of course, Saturday morning did come as always. The alarm went off and I shut it off as I arose from my bed. Slipping on my robe I trudged to the kitchen and wolfed down a couple pieces of toast and a tall glass of OJ. Feeling a bit refreshed I walked to the bathroom and after taking care of "business" I threw on a bit of make-up and lip-gloss then combed my shoulder length blonde hair. After applying a hint of perfume behind my ears and around each of my nipples I walked back to my bedroom. There I quickly found the white summer dress that Angel had ordered I wear for my shopping expedition. I slipped into the dress and adjusted it. I couldn't help but feel the dress was much more revealing than the last time I wore it. Even with the dress covering me I felt totally naked and exposed without panties. I tried to put the awful feeling aside as I slipped into my four inch white high heels. After adding earrings and my wristwatch I walked back to the closet and from a shelve pulled out a small white purse.

Then I walked into the living and after finding my everyday purse transferred the items I would need for my day's foray into the much smaller white handbag. Finally I picked up the lists that Angel had given and stuck them in the white bag as well. I placed the bag on the table near my front door and declared myself ready. Looking into the living room at the mantel clock I saw that it was 8:55 and much too early to leave. 

I soon found myself pacing the room and waiting. As I paced my mind began to torture me once more. I couldn't believe what I was allowing that little black bitch Angel such control over me. Yet, I couldn't deny, not even to myself, that she did have control. At least she had control of my pussy, for every time I thought of Angel my pussy would begin to ache insatiably. Yes, much to my shame Angel had control of my white ass.

It seemed like an eternity before the clock read 9:18AM. I couldn't wait any longer knowing that I had better not be late. I grabbed my purse from the table by the door and started towards Angel's house. As I walked I could feel my titties bouncing provocatively under my summer dress. Much to my horror I felt my nipples begin to stiffen under the tight fitting bustier of my dress. Looking down at the top of my dress I could see the small bumps of my hard nipples clearly visible through the thin material. Still I walked briskly with my head up down the sidewalk then up the steps to the landing of Angel's front porch. I felt like such a whore standing there especially after I inexplicably lowered my head and eyes. Looking at my watch I noted the time was 9:20. I felt a sense of relief knowing that I was early. Then caught myself hoping that my early arrival pleased Angel. Or, would it just piss her off, I didn't know. I felt like the submissive whore I was quickly becoming. Time passed slowly and I imaged all the puzzled looks the neighbors must be casting my way. Thank god I thought at least it's early may-be everyone is still in bed.

I felt so relieved when Angel's door finally swung open and she stepped on to the porch. Without saying a word she slowly scanned me up and down with her dark eyes. Then without warning she grabbed my wristwatch and pulled it off, "Fucking white hos don't need to know the time," she coldly stated. I braced myself for the inevitable bitch slap and was totally surprised when it didn't come. Christ I thought she's been out here three whole minutes and hasn't slapped me. I was sure it must be a record. Angel's voice quickly brought me back to reality, as she demanded I turn around. Of course, I obeyed. When I was again facing Angel she asked me if I was wearing panties.

I responded quickly, "No ... no, my Niger Mistress ... I'm not wearing panties."

Smirking sadistically Angel said, "I'll be the judge of that, ho," and she started to reach under my short white skirt. Instinctively I spread my legs slightly to accommodate her hand. Angel's fingers danced between my legs for a full minute. I felt my body tremble whorishly as Angel's agile fingers danced playfully over and around my aroused clit. By the time she removed her fingers my crouch was soaked as her glistening fingers attested. Presenting her fingers to my lips I knew very well that she wanted me to lick them clean. I didn't disappoint Angel as I eagerly cleaned her fingers of my own love juices using my tongue.