Journey of the Whiteboi- chapter 4
Ch. 4: A Brand New You
“You’d better come into the bedroom,” she said with a smile, taking my hand and leading me to her chamber where she sat me on the big California King-sized bed and opened a door into what looked like a huge walk-in closet. As she rummaged around in her walk-in closet, she told me, “The first thing to do is to rid your boy of all that nasty hair,” she said matter-of-factly.
“My body hair?” I asked in a slightly bewildered voice.
“Yes, having smooth skin will help you to feel more feminine, what do you think?” she asked as she re-emerged with a box of hair removal equipment. “You don’t have much and I was wondering if you wanted to go completely smooth.”
“If you think it’s the way to go, who am I to argue?”
“Okay, the first thing you must do is take off your boy clothes. You won’t need them much more anyway." I shrugged and began to take my clothes off. “You do have a nice, feminine face,” she remarked as she watched me.
I stuttered and almost froze when it came to undoing the button on my jeans and drawing down the zipper. “What’s the matter, Hon?” she asked with genuine concern in her voice.
“Well,” I began, “I’m not the most heavily endowed individual,” I said in an embarrassed tone.
She laughed, “It’s ok, Whiteboi. None of you white bois are particularly well-endowed it’s just part of being white,” she explained. This bolstered my confidence, so I stripped off my pants and underwear and then stood naked as a jaybird before her. She didn’t laugh at the size of my clit or poke fun. She merely looked me up and down, took a small device from the box, and plugged it in. “This is a laser hair removal machine,” she said. “You have sparse enough body hair that this should suffice to remove it all.”
As I stood in front of her, she ran the machine up and down my body. “This will last a lot longer than shaving and after a few applications, the hair won’t grow anymore,” as she went about her work, starting at my feet, being careful around my crotch and up to my chest and arms then she carefully did my face, finishing her task and snapped the machine off returning it to the box. I was now completely hairless except for the platinum shock on top of my head. I touched my body and face in a bit of wonder. It felt strange both from the laser and the lack of hair.
She then withdrew another box, which she immediately ripped open. Inside was a variety of metal rings, pegs a lock, and a tube. “What’s that?” I asked.
“This is a brand-new beginner's chastity device for you. “You have to admit that little clitty of yours deserves to be locked up, doncha think?”
“I suppose,” I said feeling a little bewildered.
“Great, then it’s settled,” she concluded as she began to assemble the device around my clit and balls. When she was finished, I looked down and saw my clitty encased in pink plastic. “Isn’t that cute?” she tittered as she locked me up and labeled the key Whiteboi, then put it on a chain around her neck with dozens of others.
“What are all those?”
She looked at me and gave me a wicked grin. “I have white bois locked up all over the city,” she giggled as she dropped the chain down her shirt and between her glorious breasts, hiding the keys from the view of the world once again. “But you’re special,” she grinned as she gazed at me.
She looked at me and smiled. “Okay, turn around,” she ordered. I obeyed her, I then felt her hand on my back, bending me over. I jumped a little when she applied some lube to my tight and sensitive, little asshole. Then I felt her trying to worm something inside. “You’re right, Honey. “Let’s see if we can do anything about it lie down on the bed.” I did as she asked and the next thing I knew, she had splashed a little massage oil on my back and was beginning to work it in. I felt the muscles beginning to let go and unwind. I had been under such considerable tension lately that could’ve eaten coal and shit diamonds, now she was taking that all away and I was more than grateful.
“You have magic fingers,” I commented, “You’re great at that!”
“Well, relaxing men and white bois is a must. Most white bois are scared silly for the first few days until they acclimatize.”
“Such timid creatures!” I chuckled, knowing she was referring to me too in her statement.
Now that I was more relaxed, she continued with her first task, which was to fit me with a jeweled butt plug. “You have a nice, cute ass Whiteboi, always a bonus!” she said giving me a playful slap. It wasn’t exactly easy, but before long, she’d managed to corkscrew the butt plug home. “There we go! Go look in the mirror!” she smiled. Again, I did as I was told, like an obedient little white boi. There was a pretty, pink jewel winking at me from between my butt cheeks. I smiled at her as I watched it glitter from its perch. It did look pretty against my skin. “Okay, come here and sit down,” she indicated a chair in front of a huge vanity. I sat down and felt the unfamiliar feeling of the plug moving inside me. She opened a tray with a variety of blue-hued eyeshadows to match my eyes. She found a couple that she liked and put them aside. Taking shades of lipstick out of a tray, she began to compare them to my face, putting several down before deciding on one that was poppy red. Grabbing a black eyeliner pen, she proceeded to trace around my eyes with it until she had achieved it. She then dusted my eyelids with the eyeshadow and smoked them out. A little rouge on my cheeks and the lipstick rounded out the picture.
“May I see? I asked.
“Just wait until I have you all done up, okay Whiteboi?”
“Oh, you look so cute, next, we need to do something about your hair. Come on over to the sink, Sweetie. Let's wash and style it for you.” she smiled. She proceeded to wash and blow my hair dry. “Wow, you’ve got great hair to work with!” she beamed as she sat me up. “Now for some hair extensions,” she said as she opened a drawer and began to rummage for suitable ones. She fed them through my hair so that they looked natural and grinned as she examined her handiwork. “You’re getting cuter by the second!” she giggled as she bounced her finger off the tip of my nose.
She sat down on a stool next to me, “Let’s see your hands,” I showed her my nails and the backs of my hands. She took out a nail bar and began to buff them. “You’ve got beautiful nails, but they are a bit short. Would you like to try some nail extensions?” she asked as she brought out a little package of them.
My eyes widened at the sight of them, I’d never thought about anything like this before, but it all seemed so natural, “Yes,” I smiled, “I’d like to try that.” She busied herself with the process and, when she was finished, each of my delicate fingers was tipped with a pink nail topping. There were four crystals set into the edge of each pinky making them look quite stylish. I beamed up at her when I examined them after she’d finished. “Thank you!” I said sincerely.
“Ok, sit up straight and close your eyes,” she demanded. I heard her rummaging in another drawer. “Perfect,” I heard her whisper. Next, I felt something cold being put against my neck and started slightly. “Shh, shh,” she soothed. “It’s okay.” I sat back and let her continue. I heard a lock snapping shut and then she said, “Okay, you can open your eyes now.”
I couldn’t see anything of what she’d done, so I asked,” May I go and see now?”
“Why don’t we wait until we have you dressed in some lingerie? Then you can see the whole effect all at once.” She found a black Basque with a lacy front and small cups, then grabbed a pair of black lace top stockings. I put the Basque on and tucked the stockings onto my feet. She helped me adjust and attach the garters. A pair of black, two-inch heels rounded out my ensemble, “Okay, now go and have a look!”
I strolled over to the full-length mirror almost afraid of what I’d find. When I looked, I couldn’t believe the raunchy-looking girl in the mirror was me! Her transformation on me was astounding. At my neck was a graceful, pink collar with a heart-shaped lock affixed to it. I touched it and wondered.
“It’s a bit of jewelry for you, Whiteboi, what do you think?” she asked as I stood and studied the image in the mirror as she took a camera and began to snap pictures.
She began to assemble cute outfits and then hand them to me to try on always taking more and more pictures. Each time I looked at myself in the mirror, I was stunned at what this woman had done to me. I danced around the room for her amusement, lifting my skirt and showing her my chastity device then dropping my skirt to twirl and frolic again. We played with the clothes and exchanged jokes until the wee hours of the morning.
“Wow, look outside, It’s getting light.”
“I think we should be getting some sleep, but there’s one more thing I want to do, Sugar. Sit down on the bed, lean back, and lift your skirt,” she ordered as she grabbed a flat box, put a stool between my legs, and sat down. “Don’t move,” she commanded. Very gingerly and daintily, she painted something an inch or so above my clit. With my skirt flayed out, I couldn’t see exactly what she was painting. “There!” she smiled, indicating that she was finished. “Now go look in the mirror!” she beamed. I did as commanded, walked over to stand before the full-length mirror, and gingerly lifted the hem. with my clit in it’s cage swinging in front of me. Looking in the full-length mirror, panty-less as I was, I lifted the hem. There was a black spade about an inch-and-a-half in height and centered about an inch above my clitty. She was right. I admired the jet black against the milky white of my skin. The stark contrast did make the image pop.
“What does that mean?” I smiled over at her and asked.
"It’s a decoration I thought would look good on your white skin right there,” she murmured as she finished and took a few more pictures for posterity. “There, go look in the mirror.” I began jiving again like I had been earlier, and she laughed. “Dance, Baby! Lift your skirt, Sweetie! Show your spade and chastity, Sweetie! Wear it with pride! Woo hoo!” she laughed and cheered as I lifted my skirt to show her what I had with a smile and she snapped shot after shot. I was no longer self-conscious now that I was locked safely in my cage. Now, I was just another white boi being willingly led down the road to black dominion and ruination.
I sat on the bed while she rummaged in the top drawer of her dresser. “Ever seen one of these before?” she asked as she withdrew a strap-on harness from its hiding place. I nodded as the harness unwound from her hand. Oh, good!” she bubbled. “Think you can get slung around my waist and done up?” she asked. Again, I nodded. She threw it to me, and I began the task of securing it for her. Before long, her black, six-inch cock was fixed firmly in place.
“To your knees, Whiteboi” she commanded. I dropped to my knees as she seized my head from behind and pushed my lips closer to the black cock in front of me. “Suck it, Whiteboi! Put your lips over the head!” she demanded and lifted my head to plant it on her she-prick, “You know you want to! It’s in your nature.”
I was a little shaky about giving head at first, but with some encouragement and help from Virginia, she managed to plant it in my mouth. Very slowly, she began to rock her hips back and forth, slowly and gently, allowing me time to acclimate before continuing to teach me the finer points of the art of cocksucking. She finally pulled her dong out of my mouth, “Okay, flip over onto your back with your knees spread, Whiteboi.”
I complied with her order quickly. She took a flexible, black dildo about eight inches long and an inch and a half around out of a drawer then turned to look at me with a slightly evil grin. Gently, she began to drum my little bitch-balls with it. I moaned and groaned in the pain/ pleasure that I was receiving from her treatment. “What are you doing?” I groaned and winced.
“I’m destroying the ability of your pathetic little bitch-balls to produce sperm, thus sterilizing you, Whiteboi,” she said matter-of-factly. She put her truncheon down and looked at me “Now, flip over onto your hands and knees at the edge of the bed,” she ordered. I turned over slowly, still feeling the painful aftereffects of the rubber truncheon beating she had just given my balls. She poked and prodded me into the position she wanted before smiling. I felt her seize the plug inhabiting my ass, remove it, and set it aside. It felt tingly, different, exciting, and new. Then, she slathered a cool, semi-viscous liquid into my hole and up my crack as she greased me up. I let out an inward sigh with feelings of femininity, vulnerability, and surrender swirling inside me, “Are you ready?” she asked in a low, sultry voice. At the same time, she stood behind me and massaged my hole with her fingers, smearing the lube around and inside me as she loosened and prepared me for what was to come. I’d never had anyone touch me like this before and I was enthralled.
“Yes,” I whispered, though I hadn’t a clue as to what was coming.
“Ooh, you’re still very tight, little Whiteboi!” as she began to prod at my taught hole with her slender fingers. “Never done this before, am I taking your anal virginity?” she asked as she slid a mirror between my knees.
“Yes,” was all I huffed, not being much for conversation at that moment.
“Ooh, now that is so hot!” she moaned as she pried my ass cheeks apart, then began to press and prod my tense and tiny hole with more intensity. With a little work and a lot of time, the head disappeared little by little up my tight ass. Finally, with patience and perseverance, she managed to penetrate me, and I felt the soft pop deep inside as I groaned like a whore. “I have no idea this felt this good!” I thought through the endorphin soup engulfing my system. She began to move back and forth, driving her plastic prong in and out of my anal orifice, thrilling me no end. She peered down at me with a soft little smile, and she loosened my ass and picked up her tempo bent low over my shoulder she whispered, “Are you okay?” into my ear as she continued to chug in and out of my chute.
“Yeah,” I groaned, “Oh, yeah!” My ass was tingling, and my little clit was jumping in it’s cage. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this excited.
“Good,” she smiled, “Relax and breath,” she coached as she clutched my hip and stroked my ass. “You do have a cute little ass, you know? High and tight,” she observed as she playfully slapped a cheek to watch it move. I began to take deep even breaths amid the vibrations now emanating from my hindquarters and absorbing my senses, dissolving them into the sensations and drooling precum all over the mirror.
Clutching my hips and rubbing my ass, she increased her tempo as I lay prostrate before her being taken for the first time, loving every second of her sexual attention. I was moaning and groaning like a little trollop beneath her, completely lost in the lust-filled scenery.
Suddenly, a familiar tension gripped my loins, and I knew I was very close to cumming. A few more strokes from her and the dam burst. Thick white cum began to dribble out the end of my cage to join the precum on the mirror.
Oh, that’s marvelous!” she said as she withdrew and looked at the mirror. She slid it out from between my legs and put it in front of my face. “Lick,” she demanded. So lost was I that I instantly obeyed and began to clean my cum off the reflective surface, “Perfect!” she squealed in delight as she watched me.
When the mirror had been cleaned to her satisfaction, she replaced it on the dresser and then turned to me. “That’s what I want you to do with all your white boi cum from now on, okay? She asked in a sweet and leading voice.
“Okay,” I agreed in an airy voice. I have a feeling that I would have agreed to almost anything at that point.
She took hold of my soft, inner thighs and jerked suddenly, spinning me onto my back. “Woo!” I cheered at the thrill of my world going topsy-turvy for a moment, I giggled and she smiled.
She took my slender thighs in both of her majestic black hands and lifted them so that my knees were touching my chest. “Hold these,” she said as she slipped my hands around my thighs. My legs naturally split apart exposing my little fuck hole to her. She plunged into me quite easily after the thorough fucking she had just given me and pushed all the air out of my lungs as though driven by a piston and my eyes were the size of dinner plates.
“Do you like that?” she asked. All I could do was nod excitedly as she looked down on me with her liquid black eyes and I peered up through my blue ones. “Good,” she smiled as she began her excellent hip motion again. “This lady can fuck better than a white boi!” I thought as she bounced and fucked my brains out again.
She kept smiling down on me with her captivating eyes as she pressed her prong in and out of my relaxed hole, pushing on my legs and increasing speed. I was delirious, moaning and groaning like the little bitch whiteboi I was learning I was as I took her prick for a second time.
Fucking me hard like she was made my little clit first leak precum all over my stomach. She squealed with delight when my seminal fluid began to leak out of the slot at the end of my chastity cage. Much to her delight, I began to cum hard, spurting right up to my ribcage. “Ooh, that is so hot watching you waste your seed all over your stomach like that! You know what to do!” she giggled as she began scooping up fingerfuls. “Open wide!”
When most of my cum was in my stomach, she lay down on her back and fisted her cock looking at me, “Climb aboard, cowgirl!” I complied and fit her prong to my tight asshole and pressed and to my amazement, my relaxed, little asshole sucked it right in and I began to bounce up and down in it. She was ticking my prostate and exciting me no end, my body flushed just before my clitty began to leak and then cum, I squeal and moaned in delight, like a good little bitch, she was thrilled.
“You’re so responsive!” We’ll chalk up another big ‘yes’ for cowgirl,” she giggled. “Okay, Honey. Watching you enjoy yourself has worked me up. Take off my harness and provide me some relief?”
I pulled her prong out of my ass with a deliciously sharp, clambered down, and undid the buckles on her harness. Sliding it away from her body, I dropped it over the edge of the bed and onto the floor. Moving back, she palmed my small skull with her majestic black hand. I felt her fingers curl around and shake lightly. I do like that!” she giggled as she guided me into position.
Her delightful scent was in my nostrils yet again as my tongue touched down in her moistening, pink slot. She moaned and her other hand found its way to encompass my head. I traveled down her swelling slot into her creaming love hole. Swirling my tongue inside her brought more of her nectar to me. Slurping back up, I tickled her swollen and spiky little clitty and listened to her delighted sounds. I was enthralled with making her cum and realized that I didn’t care if I did. Before long, she was thrashing and moaning in the throes of the orgasm I’d delivered. She grabbed me by the head in both hands and pulled me up to her, kissing and biting my lip, "Did you like that?” she asked as she lay back basking in the afterglow of my latest oral assault. There was no denying that I had adored the treatment from the way my clit was leaking, “I loved it, WOW, that was amazing!” Suddenly, a lot of points began to clear in my head, that had been the single most amazing sex I’d ever experienced, and I knew I wanted more.
She smiled and said, “Good, I knew you would since the first time we met. I knew if I took my time and led you here you would find what you needed, you’re a great student!” Her eyes glowed as she gazed at me, “Have you ever considered that you may be bisexual?”
“I’ve had urges in the past that I denied and gone to gay porn on occasion, but always banished the thought from my mind, recovering Catholic,”
“Say no more.” She then took my left arm and drew on my bicep a line that looked like a vine with the outline of a spade leaf on it. (Before the wild ride I was on was through, I’d have vines up and down both arms and legs announcing to anyone in know.)
“What’s this for?”
This is like a diary of sorts, A leaf outline means you’ve been penetrated by a Goddess. Bulls get the same leaf, only filled in. We’ll extend your vine as you go along. Now, hold still!” She finished the design and said, “Okay, these are semi-permanent, but can be inked if you should so decide.”
“Thank you,” I said through fogged thinking.
“Okay, you look really tired and I’m also feeling fatigued. Let’s climb in and sleep,” I got up and slipped between the sheets with her, Once settled, she began to put a full-faced headset on my head.
“What’s this?
“You’re full of questions, aren’t you? It is something to aid in your training, now, lie back and relax, I’ll switch it on.”
I complied with her order and immediately, I was immersed in a land of big, black cocks, pathetic, white clitties in cages, sissies getting their asses and faces fucked by big black cocks, and on it went. The audio was playing the high-pitched squeals, moans, and groans of the sissy betas and the slapping of cock entering an ass or mouth, and the masculine voice of the black Alphas encouraging their sissies. Along with the surface, visual and audio were more subliminal messaging with messages like ‘White resistance is futile, pussy-free whiteboi, love black cock, serve black, submit to the BNWO, suck alpha cock, submit, serve, among others. These were the messages my brain was to marinate in every night for months at a time as this device was on my head for the duration of my stay with Virginia. Over time, her training techniques would transform me into a submissive, little, BBC snow-sissy.
“You’d better come into the bedroom,” she said with a smile, taking my hand and leading me to her chamber where she sat me on the big California King-sized bed and opened a door into what looked like a huge walk-in closet. As she rummaged around in her walk-in closet, she told me, “The first thing to do is to rid your boy of all that nasty hair,” she said matter-of-factly.
“My body hair?” I asked in a slightly bewildered voice.
“Yes, having smooth skin will help you to feel more feminine, what do you think?” she asked as she re-emerged with a box of hair removal equipment. “You don’t have much and I was wondering if you wanted to go completely smooth.”
“If you think it’s the way to go, who am I to argue?”
“Okay, the first thing you must do is take off your boy clothes. You won’t need them much more anyway." I shrugged and began to take my clothes off. “You do have a nice, feminine face,” she remarked as she watched me.
I stuttered and almost froze when it came to undoing the button on my jeans and drawing down the zipper. “What’s the matter, Hon?” she asked with genuine concern in her voice.
“Well,” I began, “I’m not the most heavily endowed individual,” I said in an embarrassed tone.
She laughed, “It’s ok, Whiteboi. None of you white bois are particularly well-endowed it’s just part of being white,” she explained. This bolstered my confidence, so I stripped off my pants and underwear and then stood naked as a jaybird before her. She didn’t laugh at the size of my clit or poke fun. She merely looked me up and down, took a small device from the box, and plugged it in. “This is a laser hair removal machine,” she said. “You have sparse enough body hair that this should suffice to remove it all.”
As I stood in front of her, she ran the machine up and down my body. “This will last a lot longer than shaving and after a few applications, the hair won’t grow anymore,” as she went about her work, starting at my feet, being careful around my crotch and up to my chest and arms then she carefully did my face, finishing her task and snapped the machine off returning it to the box. I was now completely hairless except for the platinum shock on top of my head. I touched my body and face in a bit of wonder. It felt strange both from the laser and the lack of hair.
She then withdrew another box, which she immediately ripped open. Inside was a variety of metal rings, pegs a lock, and a tube. “What’s that?” I asked.
“This is a brand-new beginner's chastity device for you. “You have to admit that little clitty of yours deserves to be locked up, doncha think?”
“I suppose,” I said feeling a little bewildered.
“Great, then it’s settled,” she concluded as she began to assemble the device around my clit and balls. When she was finished, I looked down and saw my clitty encased in pink plastic. “Isn’t that cute?” she tittered as she locked me up and labeled the key Whiteboi, then put it on a chain around her neck with dozens of others.
“What are all those?”
She looked at me and gave me a wicked grin. “I have white bois locked up all over the city,” she giggled as she dropped the chain down her shirt and between her glorious breasts, hiding the keys from the view of the world once again. “But you’re special,” she grinned as she gazed at me.
She looked at me and smiled. “Okay, turn around,” she ordered. I obeyed her, I then felt her hand on my back, bending me over. I jumped a little when she applied some lube to my tight and sensitive, little asshole. Then I felt her trying to worm something inside. “You’re right, Honey. “Let’s see if we can do anything about it lie down on the bed.” I did as she asked and the next thing I knew, she had splashed a little massage oil on my back and was beginning to work it in. I felt the muscles beginning to let go and unwind. I had been under such considerable tension lately that could’ve eaten coal and shit diamonds, now she was taking that all away and I was more than grateful.
“You have magic fingers,” I commented, “You’re great at that!”
“Well, relaxing men and white bois is a must. Most white bois are scared silly for the first few days until they acclimatize.”
“Such timid creatures!” I chuckled, knowing she was referring to me too in her statement.
Now that I was more relaxed, she continued with her first task, which was to fit me with a jeweled butt plug. “You have a nice, cute ass Whiteboi, always a bonus!” she said giving me a playful slap. It wasn’t exactly easy, but before long, she’d managed to corkscrew the butt plug home. “There we go! Go look in the mirror!” she smiled. Again, I did as I was told, like an obedient little white boi. There was a pretty, pink jewel winking at me from between my butt cheeks. I smiled at her as I watched it glitter from its perch. It did look pretty against my skin. “Okay, come here and sit down,” she indicated a chair in front of a huge vanity. I sat down and felt the unfamiliar feeling of the plug moving inside me. She opened a tray with a variety of blue-hued eyeshadows to match my eyes. She found a couple that she liked and put them aside. Taking shades of lipstick out of a tray, she began to compare them to my face, putting several down before deciding on one that was poppy red. Grabbing a black eyeliner pen, she proceeded to trace around my eyes with it until she had achieved it. She then dusted my eyelids with the eyeshadow and smoked them out. A little rouge on my cheeks and the lipstick rounded out the picture.
“May I see? I asked.
“Just wait until I have you all done up, okay Whiteboi?”
“Oh, you look so cute, next, we need to do something about your hair. Come on over to the sink, Sweetie. Let's wash and style it for you.” she smiled. She proceeded to wash and blow my hair dry. “Wow, you’ve got great hair to work with!” she beamed as she sat me up. “Now for some hair extensions,” she said as she opened a drawer and began to rummage for suitable ones. She fed them through my hair so that they looked natural and grinned as she examined her handiwork. “You’re getting cuter by the second!” she giggled as she bounced her finger off the tip of my nose.
She sat down on a stool next to me, “Let’s see your hands,” I showed her my nails and the backs of my hands. She took out a nail bar and began to buff them. “You’ve got beautiful nails, but they are a bit short. Would you like to try some nail extensions?” she asked as she brought out a little package of them.
My eyes widened at the sight of them, I’d never thought about anything like this before, but it all seemed so natural, “Yes,” I smiled, “I’d like to try that.” She busied herself with the process and, when she was finished, each of my delicate fingers was tipped with a pink nail topping. There were four crystals set into the edge of each pinky making them look quite stylish. I beamed up at her when I examined them after she’d finished. “Thank you!” I said sincerely.
“Ok, sit up straight and close your eyes,” she demanded. I heard her rummaging in another drawer. “Perfect,” I heard her whisper. Next, I felt something cold being put against my neck and started slightly. “Shh, shh,” she soothed. “It’s okay.” I sat back and let her continue. I heard a lock snapping shut and then she said, “Okay, you can open your eyes now.”
I couldn’t see anything of what she’d done, so I asked,” May I go and see now?”
“Why don’t we wait until we have you dressed in some lingerie? Then you can see the whole effect all at once.” She found a black Basque with a lacy front and small cups, then grabbed a pair of black lace top stockings. I put the Basque on and tucked the stockings onto my feet. She helped me adjust and attach the garters. A pair of black, two-inch heels rounded out my ensemble, “Okay, now go and have a look!”
I strolled over to the full-length mirror almost afraid of what I’d find. When I looked, I couldn’t believe the raunchy-looking girl in the mirror was me! Her transformation on me was astounding. At my neck was a graceful, pink collar with a heart-shaped lock affixed to it. I touched it and wondered.
“It’s a bit of jewelry for you, Whiteboi, what do you think?” she asked as I stood and studied the image in the mirror as she took a camera and began to snap pictures.
She began to assemble cute outfits and then hand them to me to try on always taking more and more pictures. Each time I looked at myself in the mirror, I was stunned at what this woman had done to me. I danced around the room for her amusement, lifting my skirt and showing her my chastity device then dropping my skirt to twirl and frolic again. We played with the clothes and exchanged jokes until the wee hours of the morning.
“Wow, look outside, It’s getting light.”
“I think we should be getting some sleep, but there’s one more thing I want to do, Sugar. Sit down on the bed, lean back, and lift your skirt,” she ordered as she grabbed a flat box, put a stool between my legs, and sat down. “Don’t move,” she commanded. Very gingerly and daintily, she painted something an inch or so above my clit. With my skirt flayed out, I couldn’t see exactly what she was painting. “There!” she smiled, indicating that she was finished. “Now go look in the mirror!” she beamed. I did as commanded, walked over to stand before the full-length mirror, and gingerly lifted the hem. with my clit in it’s cage swinging in front of me. Looking in the full-length mirror, panty-less as I was, I lifted the hem. There was a black spade about an inch-and-a-half in height and centered about an inch above my clitty. She was right. I admired the jet black against the milky white of my skin. The stark contrast did make the image pop.
“What does that mean?” I smiled over at her and asked.
"It’s a decoration I thought would look good on your white skin right there,” she murmured as she finished and took a few more pictures for posterity. “There, go look in the mirror.” I began jiving again like I had been earlier, and she laughed. “Dance, Baby! Lift your skirt, Sweetie! Show your spade and chastity, Sweetie! Wear it with pride! Woo hoo!” she laughed and cheered as I lifted my skirt to show her what I had with a smile and she snapped shot after shot. I was no longer self-conscious now that I was locked safely in my cage. Now, I was just another white boi being willingly led down the road to black dominion and ruination.
I sat on the bed while she rummaged in the top drawer of her dresser. “Ever seen one of these before?” she asked as she withdrew a strap-on harness from its hiding place. I nodded as the harness unwound from her hand. Oh, good!” she bubbled. “Think you can get slung around my waist and done up?” she asked. Again, I nodded. She threw it to me, and I began the task of securing it for her. Before long, her black, six-inch cock was fixed firmly in place.
“To your knees, Whiteboi” she commanded. I dropped to my knees as she seized my head from behind and pushed my lips closer to the black cock in front of me. “Suck it, Whiteboi! Put your lips over the head!” she demanded and lifted my head to plant it on her she-prick, “You know you want to! It’s in your nature.”
I was a little shaky about giving head at first, but with some encouragement and help from Virginia, she managed to plant it in my mouth. Very slowly, she began to rock her hips back and forth, slowly and gently, allowing me time to acclimate before continuing to teach me the finer points of the art of cocksucking. She finally pulled her dong out of my mouth, “Okay, flip over onto your back with your knees spread, Whiteboi.”
I complied with her order quickly. She took a flexible, black dildo about eight inches long and an inch and a half around out of a drawer then turned to look at me with a slightly evil grin. Gently, she began to drum my little bitch-balls with it. I moaned and groaned in the pain/ pleasure that I was receiving from her treatment. “What are you doing?” I groaned and winced.
“I’m destroying the ability of your pathetic little bitch-balls to produce sperm, thus sterilizing you, Whiteboi,” she said matter-of-factly. She put her truncheon down and looked at me “Now, flip over onto your hands and knees at the edge of the bed,” she ordered. I turned over slowly, still feeling the painful aftereffects of the rubber truncheon beating she had just given my balls. She poked and prodded me into the position she wanted before smiling. I felt her seize the plug inhabiting my ass, remove it, and set it aside. It felt tingly, different, exciting, and new. Then, she slathered a cool, semi-viscous liquid into my hole and up my crack as she greased me up. I let out an inward sigh with feelings of femininity, vulnerability, and surrender swirling inside me, “Are you ready?” she asked in a low, sultry voice. At the same time, she stood behind me and massaged my hole with her fingers, smearing the lube around and inside me as she loosened and prepared me for what was to come. I’d never had anyone touch me like this before and I was enthralled.
“Yes,” I whispered, though I hadn’t a clue as to what was coming.
“Ooh, you’re still very tight, little Whiteboi!” as she began to prod at my taught hole with her slender fingers. “Never done this before, am I taking your anal virginity?” she asked as she slid a mirror between my knees.
“Yes,” was all I huffed, not being much for conversation at that moment.
“Ooh, now that is so hot!” she moaned as she pried my ass cheeks apart, then began to press and prod my tense and tiny hole with more intensity. With a little work and a lot of time, the head disappeared little by little up my tight ass. Finally, with patience and perseverance, she managed to penetrate me, and I felt the soft pop deep inside as I groaned like a whore. “I have no idea this felt this good!” I thought through the endorphin soup engulfing my system. She began to move back and forth, driving her plastic prong in and out of my anal orifice, thrilling me no end. She peered down at me with a soft little smile, and she loosened my ass and picked up her tempo bent low over my shoulder she whispered, “Are you okay?” into my ear as she continued to chug in and out of my chute.
“Yeah,” I groaned, “Oh, yeah!” My ass was tingling, and my little clit was jumping in it’s cage. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this excited.
“Good,” she smiled, “Relax and breath,” she coached as she clutched my hip and stroked my ass. “You do have a cute little ass, you know? High and tight,” she observed as she playfully slapped a cheek to watch it move. I began to take deep even breaths amid the vibrations now emanating from my hindquarters and absorbing my senses, dissolving them into the sensations and drooling precum all over the mirror.
Clutching my hips and rubbing my ass, she increased her tempo as I lay prostrate before her being taken for the first time, loving every second of her sexual attention. I was moaning and groaning like a little trollop beneath her, completely lost in the lust-filled scenery.
Suddenly, a familiar tension gripped my loins, and I knew I was very close to cumming. A few more strokes from her and the dam burst. Thick white cum began to dribble out the end of my cage to join the precum on the mirror.
Oh, that’s marvelous!” she said as she withdrew and looked at the mirror. She slid it out from between my legs and put it in front of my face. “Lick,” she demanded. So lost was I that I instantly obeyed and began to clean my cum off the reflective surface, “Perfect!” she squealed in delight as she watched me.
When the mirror had been cleaned to her satisfaction, she replaced it on the dresser and then turned to me. “That’s what I want you to do with all your white boi cum from now on, okay? She asked in a sweet and leading voice.
“Okay,” I agreed in an airy voice. I have a feeling that I would have agreed to almost anything at that point.
She took hold of my soft, inner thighs and jerked suddenly, spinning me onto my back. “Woo!” I cheered at the thrill of my world going topsy-turvy for a moment, I giggled and she smiled.
She took my slender thighs in both of her majestic black hands and lifted them so that my knees were touching my chest. “Hold these,” she said as she slipped my hands around my thighs. My legs naturally split apart exposing my little fuck hole to her. She plunged into me quite easily after the thorough fucking she had just given me and pushed all the air out of my lungs as though driven by a piston and my eyes were the size of dinner plates.
“Do you like that?” she asked. All I could do was nod excitedly as she looked down on me with her liquid black eyes and I peered up through my blue ones. “Good,” she smiled as she began her excellent hip motion again. “This lady can fuck better than a white boi!” I thought as she bounced and fucked my brains out again.
She kept smiling down on me with her captivating eyes as she pressed her prong in and out of my relaxed hole, pushing on my legs and increasing speed. I was delirious, moaning and groaning like the little bitch whiteboi I was learning I was as I took her prick for a second time.
Fucking me hard like she was made my little clit first leak precum all over my stomach. She squealed with delight when my seminal fluid began to leak out of the slot at the end of my chastity cage. Much to her delight, I began to cum hard, spurting right up to my ribcage. “Ooh, that is so hot watching you waste your seed all over your stomach like that! You know what to do!” she giggled as she began scooping up fingerfuls. “Open wide!”
When most of my cum was in my stomach, she lay down on her back and fisted her cock looking at me, “Climb aboard, cowgirl!” I complied and fit her prong to my tight asshole and pressed and to my amazement, my relaxed, little asshole sucked it right in and I began to bounce up and down in it. She was ticking my prostate and exciting me no end, my body flushed just before my clitty began to leak and then cum, I squeal and moaned in delight, like a good little bitch, she was thrilled.
“You’re so responsive!” We’ll chalk up another big ‘yes’ for cowgirl,” she giggled. “Okay, Honey. Watching you enjoy yourself has worked me up. Take off my harness and provide me some relief?”
I pulled her prong out of my ass with a deliciously sharp, clambered down, and undid the buckles on her harness. Sliding it away from her body, I dropped it over the edge of the bed and onto the floor. Moving back, she palmed my small skull with her majestic black hand. I felt her fingers curl around and shake lightly. I do like that!” she giggled as she guided me into position.
Her delightful scent was in my nostrils yet again as my tongue touched down in her moistening, pink slot. She moaned and her other hand found its way to encompass my head. I traveled down her swelling slot into her creaming love hole. Swirling my tongue inside her brought more of her nectar to me. Slurping back up, I tickled her swollen and spiky little clitty and listened to her delighted sounds. I was enthralled with making her cum and realized that I didn’t care if I did. Before long, she was thrashing and moaning in the throes of the orgasm I’d delivered. She grabbed me by the head in both hands and pulled me up to her, kissing and biting my lip, "Did you like that?” she asked as she lay back basking in the afterglow of my latest oral assault. There was no denying that I had adored the treatment from the way my clit was leaking, “I loved it, WOW, that was amazing!” Suddenly, a lot of points began to clear in my head, that had been the single most amazing sex I’d ever experienced, and I knew I wanted more.
She smiled and said, “Good, I knew you would since the first time we met. I knew if I took my time and led you here you would find what you needed, you’re a great student!” Her eyes glowed as she gazed at me, “Have you ever considered that you may be bisexual?”
“I’ve had urges in the past that I denied and gone to gay porn on occasion, but always banished the thought from my mind, recovering Catholic,”
“Say no more.” She then took my left arm and drew on my bicep a line that looked like a vine with the outline of a spade leaf on it. (Before the wild ride I was on was through, I’d have vines up and down both arms and legs announcing to anyone in know.)
“What’s this for?”
This is like a diary of sorts, A leaf outline means you’ve been penetrated by a Goddess. Bulls get the same leaf, only filled in. We’ll extend your vine as you go along. Now, hold still!” She finished the design and said, “Okay, these are semi-permanent, but can be inked if you should so decide.”
“Thank you,” I said through fogged thinking.
“Okay, you look really tired and I’m also feeling fatigued. Let’s climb in and sleep,” I got up and slipped between the sheets with her, Once settled, she began to put a full-faced headset on my head.
“What’s this?
“You’re full of questions, aren’t you? It is something to aid in your training, now, lie back and relax, I’ll switch it on.”
I complied with her order and immediately, I was immersed in a land of big, black cocks, pathetic, white clitties in cages, sissies getting their asses and faces fucked by big black cocks, and on it went. The audio was playing the high-pitched squeals, moans, and groans of the sissy betas and the slapping of cock entering an ass or mouth, and the masculine voice of the black Alphas encouraging their sissies. Along with the surface, visual and audio were more subliminal messaging with messages like ‘White resistance is futile, pussy-free whiteboi, love black cock, serve black, submit to the BNWO, suck alpha cock, submit, serve, among others. These were the messages my brain was to marinate in every night for months at a time as this device was on my head for the duration of my stay with Virginia. Over time, her training techniques would transform me into a submissive, little, BBC snow-sissy.
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