Serving my Black Master 4From what I gather the lingerie and heels I first wore, were for another sissy which belonged to Master. She had been moved on to serve another Master and I am now her replacement. I now have my own wardrobe of sexy underwear, all supplied by my Master which fits much better. The strict diet I’m on makes me look sexy as I have very long slim legs and a very slim waist. By bottom looks better in G-strings rather than panties but my new look pleases Master and I like to make sure all his desires are fulfilled.Master was loving in bed last night as he sees how obedient and how eager to please him I am. The hand cuffs are put on less and less but I still wear the hobble restraint every day. I have been his slave for nine months now. I kneel at his side and listen to him discuss his political ideas, the ongoing plan for black domination. I was serving drinks at a party he held last week where the discussion of Isis and the doctrine they adhered to was thought to be a possible solution to overthrowing the white right wing and crushing their ideology of white supremacy.The TV was on in the background and I caught the date on the news.Nine months of servitude. I couldn’t imagine living any other way than the life I had now. Master left the door unlocked now. I was hoovering the hallway one day while he was visiting friends and tried the door. It was unlocked and i simply had a quick look at the hallway outside the apartment then closed the door and continued with my daily chores.With not going outside since I became Masters slave my skin has lost any hint of the tan I had. I’m very pale and I love how white my skin is against Masters dark skin. My favourite outfits are a new sexy white basque and stockings and a pink suspenders set. I have a new even smaller cage on my “clitty” which cuts in deep.As I cleaned the shower room I smiled at this mornings discussion with Master as I towel dried him and helped him to dress. He stroked my face and kissed me as we discussed my progression from doing basic licking of the toilet seat and bowl where he splashed to my now eager acceptance of my role as a toilet.Master kindly introduced me to drinking his piss in small amounts until I progressed to kneeling and drinking his full stream. His friend Ryan who has a massive cock also likes to use me in this way.Group sex is very much a normal part of my week with mostly the regular Sirs coming to the apartment but sometimes like last night , a new face is welcomed. Last evening was very horny. I was hooded for the first time. A black rubber hood was pulled over my head by James and my collar reaffixed to keep it in place. I couldn’t see as the eye holes were closed off but a red ball gag I’d seen on the bed was fastened into my mouth tightly and only released after a long session where my pussy was used by all of the Sis present. I’m quite adept at knowing denizli escort who is fucking me now. Ryan is the easiest as his cock stretches my hole until I think he’s going to rip me in half! James is a spanker, he slaps me hard as he fucks me. Carl, the smaller shaven headed Sir likes to torture my nipples and balls. He’s turned on by my cries of pain and loves it when I sob. This really brings him off.A couple of the new Sirs are just starting to relax with the group sex scenario. I can tell when their confidence is growing as they become more vocal, more demanding of me and ordering me to pleasure them in the way they like, rather than just fuck me.The best of all is Master. I’m totally in love with him. I adore and worship him. He’s also getting into a more sadistic approach to using my body. He explained that despite him owning me and his intention to keep me, it doesn’t mean I am not to pay for the sin of being born white.Regular whippings are now an almost every day part of my life at the Master and discussions about how the other sissies in the Masters lives are treated are an indication of my future.A lot of talk last night was about a new sissy. A former BNP member who had got chatting on a fetish site, had turned up at a Masters home for sex and role play of master slave and ended up being overpowered and k**napped and taken to a place where he’s being “programmed” to accept his new life.Master was very excited. He used the fact a right wing member had been cat fished into a situation where although he would quite happily of had sex with a black man as part of the session he was now almost at the point of accepting his fate. He was another white sissy who now belonged to the Black masters. I overheard Zoom calls, discussions on Black Master websites where the fetish of being a white slave to a black Master was very popular. I once saw another white sissy knelt just like I was at his black Masters feet in a collar and leash. Arms on thighs with palms up. I saw he was crying. His eyes were red and swollen and my clit hardened in its cage. Being used, having superior males explain in great detail why you are being used as a sex object flicks a switch in my inferior brain and puts me completely at the level of where I should be in pleasing my black Masters. They are Gods. They are far superior to any white person on the planet. Listening to Master and his friends and their stories of the latest conquests, seeing the amount of white sissies knelt or serving while the Masters chatted on Zoom confirmed the Masters belief that eventually the Black Masters would rule and the white inferiors be their sub-missives.I polished the glasses and cleaned the windows. It was a new chore. Master had been aware that I would be seen through the windows by passers by and worried I’d be recognised. Now, with my head shaven as well denizli escort bayan as my eyebrows and my weight loss, I was unrecognisable. I’d been cleaning the windows every day for a couple of months now and hadn’t seen anyone look up to look at me. What would they have thought if they had? A skinny white sissy in stockings and heels ,shaven and smooth, not even with eyebrows. I finished off, cleared away the cleaning materials and shuffled to the bed. I soon dropped off to sleep.I hadn’t eaten yet. I checked my bowl earlier and it was still empty. This was the second day without food but the water bowl was always topped up so I drank all of it up.The gag and hood had been put on the table top in the second bedroom where we had sex and my clit hardened as I knew I would be wearing them that evening.I had douched twice already and would be ordered to shave and douche again before answering and welcoming Masters friends that evening.I was awakened by Master entering the bedroom and I slid off the bed and onto my knees and placed my hands palms up.He motioned to me and I crawled on all fours into the shower room and put the stool in front of the toilet and then lay back on it with my head over the bowl to receive his hot sweet stream. I guzzled it up without missing or any of it overflowing on to me and then slid off to suck him clean as he stood looking down at me.I could smell the sauna on Masters skin. I showered and douched, my skin smooth already and dressed in the black stockings and suspenders set left out for me.Black usually meant a rough session. I slipped them on and checked they looked straight and crawled back to Masters feet. I knelt palms up and waited. He put the Viagra into the eye of his cock and I sucked it out and swallowed it before softly taking the head of his cock in my mouth and could taste another mans pussy on his cock. I took him deep into my throat and then slid my lips up and down his shaft before deep throating him again.Master groaned as I tasted his pre cum in my throat. I went deeper and sucked softly and gently. Just how he likes it and gagged as he grabbed the back of my smooth head and fucked me hard. He thrust deep and quick as I gagged, eyes streaming as his cock choked me. I gasped as he pulled out and then rammed it straight back down my throat.”I’m coming you fucking white bitch” he said as his hot salty load filled my mouth. He didn’t like me to swallow it immediately but to kneel palms up and show him the contents in my mouth.He stood back panting for breath. I knelt eyes closed and put out my tongue, balancing the salty creamy load in my mouth so it didn’t dribble.”Good bitch” he said “swallow”I did and waited obediently for my next command.imknelt in the bedroom for quite a long time. He’d closed the door and I could hear him talking on the phone. I couldn’t make out escort denizli any conversation but he was laughing .After about two hours he came into the room. I squinted as the light from the hallway beamed into the darkened room.He snapped his fingers and I crawled after him into the living room.He was on a zoom call. He motioned for me to stand next to him. The faces of the four black men, all strangers to me smiled as they saw me in sissy clothing. Master pulled down the front of my panties to expose my throbbing clit in its extra small pink metal cage.Shes had two Vs up to now to keep it hard but I must admit she is such an obedient sissy that she would be hard most of the day and evening anyway! He laughed One of the men spoke. “ And she accepts totally her role as white servant?” He smiled”I haven’t locked the door for six months now. If she had wanted to escape, the opportunity was available. She could have swapped out of her sissy outfit and put on something of mine and run for it. But she is here, still obedient, still subservient to me and any other black superior who I sanction to enjoy her.” Said Master proudly.Master clicked his fingers and I quickly got back down on my knees by his side. He stroked my head as he chatted.“Lindel’s sissy is proving a little harder to train.” He laughed. “I beat this one for pleasure, not out of any punishment or necessity to break her will, she already gives herself totally to Black Power” he said softly “ But I fear Lindel is going to end up disposing of his sissy in the canal very soon. Last week we had a very hard session but despite Ryan and I explaining the indoctrination and life commitment needed to live the life of a white submissive sissy, the subject remains quite unreceptive to his Masters needs. Im lending him mine tonight while Ryan and myself give it one last go, but I think we will be disposing of it at the end of the evening.My clit dripped. I wanted to see the sissy being trained.Master promised he would feed me the following day as I helped him into his black tracksuit and fastened his Nike trainers.I knelt in the hallway as directed and he left. The door was left unlocked.About one hour later the bell rang and I sprang up and straightened my stockings and suspenders and pulled the g string up over my cage. My panties were soaked from pre cum.A small black master with a trimmed beard and shaven head pushed past me and pointed to the floor. I knelt and looked down and awaited his orders.I crawed after him into the bedroom and knelt up. Palms up as he fastened the hood over my head and fixed the ball gag tightly around my head pulling it so it hurt my mouth. I must have made a noise because I received a hard slap which stunned me as he told me to keep quiet.My ordeal with this Master was one of the most unpleasant I’d had. One other equalled this when I first started my toilet training with Master. Another Master had taken me into the toilet and as I positioned myself to receive his piss, he squat over me and dumped in my mouth. I was sick and he beat me for embarrassing him. My Master diffused the situation by beating me in front of him.It was going to be a long night but my clit dripped at his touch.