Journey of the Whiteboi

Ch. 5 Slut School

I woke up in the morning feeling incredibly horny and flushed. She took the set off my head and noted the wild look in my eyes, “Good morning, eager beaver are we?”

“Yes,” I nodded. I was ready to partake in anything she wanted me to do, so excited and intrigued, was I? She had captured my attention like no other woman except my wife. I excused myself to go for morning business. When I got there I discovered another little problem. I was unable to aim the cage properly. After thinking about the problem for a moment, I decided that the only solution was to sit down like a girl. I turned around to do so because my need was great when I heard her laughter. I looked up to see her standing in the doorway watching me figure out my conundrum and giggling. When I returned, she was sitting on the bed and waiting for me. “Everything come out all right?” she giggled as I sat down.

“Smooth and flowing!” I grinned.

“Good,” she smiled as she reached down and grabbed my encased clit. “How’s your little clitty adjusting to captivity?”

I’d never really thought about it until now, but it felt good, so I said, “Straight, tight, and outta sight!” and we both laughed. "I had such erotic dreams last night and am so horny can you help me with that?” she smiled as she spread her gorgeous, golden legs to reveal her sweet snatch. I dove between her legs tongue first and began licking her glorious pussy, tasting, and licking up to her swollen and sticky little clitty. She moaned as I settled comfortably to a labia-lapping good time. Her hands fell to my head to help guide and control me, I licked and responded to her little pressure applied as unspoken instructions, and soon after her legs were quivering in pleasure as her orgasm exploded taking her with it.

When she had calmed, she looked at me and said, “Get my harness,” with a grin. I grabbed the device and the lube, returned to her, and slipped the harness around her waist. 'I’m becoming quite proficient at this!' I thought happily.

“To the edge of the bed, ass toward me,” she said authoritatively.

I moved quickly to assume her preferred position. I felt her hands gripping my hip and her cock entering me again. I breathed out and pushed back helping her cock to slide in all at once she was deep inside me. “You’re loosening up,” she remarked as she began to pick up speed with her hip action, "I want you to call me ‘Goddess’ from now on, okay?” she commanded as she continued.

“Okay, Yes Goddess,” I huffed as she speared me.

“Good,” she replied and sat up for extra power in her thrusts reaching around, she took my arms and held them behind my back. I was fully immobilized and helpless to prevent her from doing whatever she wanted. I reveled in the feeling of defencelessness before my black Goddess and surrendered to it immediately. I knew I would want more, so much more.

She pounded my boi-twat until my clitty was juicing. Pulling out she grabbed the mirror that had again been placed between my legs and held it for me, and this time there was no need for a command I instantly and automatically began licking my whiteboi cum from the reflective surface as she giggled in delight, “It’s so hot watching you clean up after yourself!”

When I was finished, she put the mirror back and then turned to me. “Leave us to retire to the kitchen. I’m hungry,” she decided as she snapped a leash onto my collar. “Down on all fours,” she commanded. I complied and looked up at her, “You are my pet now, Whiteboi,” she told me, “This will be your position of travel from now on.”

“Yes Goddess,” I responded.

“Good,” she said as she led me to the kitchen on all fours to continue my training. Naked cooking was not a good idea, so she handed me an apron. “Put this on,” she ordered as she handed me an apron. “Don’t need to mark up the beautiful, white, little body unnecessarily,” she smiled. She sat at the table talking with me as I prepared porterhouse steaks with baked potatoes and peas for our supper.

She wiped her mouth when she was done. “You’re a pretty good cook, Whiteboi!” she winked and complimented as I cleared off the table and began to rinse the plates, “I’m thinking we should have called you something like Kiki?” she grinned.

“Yes Goddess,” I answered promptly, “What does that mean?”

She smiled. “It means ‘cunt’ in Philippino!” she exclaimed and burst out laughing. “My little Kiki!!” she said and laughed some more. While things were quiet and I was busy rinsing the dinner dishes to put in the dishwasher, she stole off to the bedroom to retrieve an article to surprise me.

I was very surprised indeed when her dark hands crept around my white hips, and I felt the cool sensation of lube being applied to my ass crack and hole. Her other hand found its way under my chin, jerking it upwards and exposing my throat to her before I felt her dildo knocking at my back door.

“Kinky? "It takes doing the dishes to a whole new level,” We both laughed. From then on, doing the dishes became our favorite euphemism for sex. Time and effort had worked their magic on my oversight body. She fit the head of her cock inside fairly easily and began a slow penetration into my interior. She pulled back harder on my chin, arching my back and penetrating me to her fullest.

“Apologize to me for your white inferiority, Whiteboi,” she demanded suddenly and imperiously as she cycled in and out of my love hole.

By this time, I had lost track of everything except the way her cock was making me feel. “I’m sorry, I apologize for my white inferiority, Goddess!” I would have said or agreed to anything just to make sure she didn’t stop.

Her hand was like a vice on my hip and the other under my chin as she pumped furiously in and out while noises of pleasure and lust eked out of my mouth. “That’s it, Whiteboi,” she whispered, “Relax and enjoy!” She felt the total submission to her in my body and reveled in the sensation. Soon precum and then cum began to fountain out of my cage as my little clit began to pump, squirt, and vibrate inside its cage, Goddess increased fucking me harder and faster until I had finished leaking all over the floor.

“Gonna have to clean that up,” remarked Virginia with a smile. I began to cast around for cleaning equipment when she caught my leash and jerked it hard, “Where are you going?”

“I was looking for a mop and bucket or something?”

She laughed as she reeled me in and pushed me to my knees. “The same way you clean your mirror!” she giggled as she grabbed me by the back of the neck and forced me to my knees. I looked at the cum laden floor and balked. She took her foot, put it on the back of my neck, and pushed my nose to the floor, I began to lick, “That is so hot, Whiteboi!” she giggled triumphantly in a lust-laden tone, “Eat up!” She stood over me and watched as I cleaned up every drop from the floor with my tongue. She loved humiliating her white bois at this stage looking down at her black boot against my white skin as I licked my cum off the floor she knew she had conquered me, that I was hers to do with as she pleased and I lavished the feeling my new position was giving me as I worked.

I sat up and she examined my work, then nodded her head. She took her harness off and pulled aside the leotard she wore, exposing her pussy, my grin went from ear to ear as I dove into her gorgeous muff, 'She certainly is horny!' I thought as I licked sweet pussy juice from her and liberally coated her cunt in the liquid. Flickering my tongue over her swollen and spiky clitty caused her breath to stutter and her hands to come down to control my face to ensure she wrung every ounce of pleasure out of it she could. Moments later, I felt the quivering in her legs that was the harbinger of her orgasm. I smiled to myself and redoubled my efforts and within a few minutes, she was screaming and squealing in her glorious orgasm.

I sat back while she panted and regained her senses, “You do that way too well to be gay, Whiteboi. I think you’re bisexual and don't know it,” she giggled. Then she began to rise from the chair, “Come on,” and led me back to the bedroom on the leash still on all fours.

In the bedroom, “Fix my harness,” she said in a deep throaty tone. Instantly, I knew what she wanted to do, and my body was thrilled with the idea. I quickly fetched the device and the lube I knew we’d need and returned to kneel and present the items to her. She stood up and wordlessly handed me the harness. Without being ordered, I knew exactly what to do, and moments later, I was tightening the final buckle, securing her cock at her waist.

Palming the back of my head, she encouraged me to accept the head of her cock between my lips and into my warm, wet mouth. “That’s right, make sure you soak the whole thing,” she coached, “That’s a natural lubricant, you look so good with a black cock passing between your lips.” She fucked my mouth brushing the back of my throat causing me to gag the first few times but with some direction from her, I soon got the hang of it. Before long she had it down my throat and my nose pressed up against her pelvis. "That's hot!” she remarked as she withdrew, “Okay, up on the bed on all fours with your ass facing me.”

The feeling of the cooling lube seeping into the crack of my ass no longer made me jump. I was accustomed to her applying it. I heard her slathering up her cock and her hands on my hips. She slid the mirror between my legs and gently pressed and my asshole parted to greet her cock. Steadily she applied pressure and was soon deep inside my cooing body. “See, entering you is getting easier, isn’t it?” she asked as she began to step up her tempo.

“Yes, Goddess,” I huffed as she had her way with me. Soon I was squealing and moaning like the little tramp I was becoming and she sat behind me and smiled as she pounded me harder and faster, bringing cum to the mirror again. She brought it to my face, and I did my duty, licking the mirror clean under her amused gaze. “Your Goddess is pleased with your progress, Whiteboi, be on your knees here,” she ordered. I complied with her instructions. “Open up,” she smiled. She then dropped a square of exquisite chocolate on my tongue. I savored the delicate and silky flavor running down my throat. “Thank you, Goddess,” I intoned subordinately and smiled up at her.

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“I would love for you to play for me again,” she said in a low voice one evening. “Would you do that for me?” she asked sweetly.

“Of course, my Goddess,” I smiled, “Anything for you,” she took my leash and led me out to the piano. I began to play a song I knew, and she began to sing the lyrics. I was enthused and kept playing it was beautiful, “Do you know any others?” I asked wearing an ear-to-ear smile.

“Play something, and I’ll sing if I know it,” she related. I thought this sounded reasonable, so my next selection was an old one by Meatloaf, Two Outta Three Ain’t Bad. I began softly and gently, hoping that she knew it when her wonderful voice burst through again. I sang with her, then played a myriad of other songs well into the night, by the time we were finished, I was ready to call a studio and book a recording session.

“We should record something together?”

“Slow down there, Tiger. Let’s have some hot chocolate, sleep, and think about this, okay?” she smiled. “But I do love the way you play!” I thought about how my wife had reacted to the few musical creations I’d made for her and contrasted them with Virginia, Virginia appreciated my talent.

“Yes, Goddess,” I responded. I was getting further and further away from my old life with each passing day.

A few days later, she straddled me on the bed and asked “Comfy?”

"Yes, Goddess,”

She pulled out two glass balls and placed one over each of my tits. Then she took up two vacuum hoses extending from a small piece of machinery, “What’s this, Goddess?”

"This is to help your breasts start developing,” she replied, “You are gonna look so sweet and innocent with a nice set of tits!” I grinned and she continued about her task. She turned it on for a few minutes and I felt the pull on my chest. “It’s working already!” she giggled. To my amazement, it appeared as though I had small, compact tits on my chest. She repeated this procedure with me once per day, every day.

'Curious, I thought it would take longer for them to develop,' I thought as I peered down at my tiny tits growing in. A little while after taking my hand, she said, “Come with me.” and led me to a door at the end of the hall inside the room she guided me to a machine. “Put your chest up on this pad, Whiteboi, with your legs out here,” she patted an upholstered piece. I did as I’d been told, then, the feeling of lube was upon me again. I wasn’t sure about what was going to happen, but I thought I was going to love it. I felt a dildo squeeze into my tight ass, and I thought she was fucking me. I looked and she was sitting beside me, looking intently at my ass. She switched it on, and the cock began rhythmically plunging in and out of me. I groaned and put my head down, surrendering to the feeling once again. I moaned and groaned like a bitch in heat as the machine took hold of me. “This is a fucking machine,” she stated, “We’ll use it to condition and tenderize your tight little asshole further?

“Yes Goddess,” I whispered as the cock inside me began to take me away into a moaning, cumming little mess. She disconnected me from the machine, which I would become very familiar with over time, and led me back to the bedroom. “Watching and listening to you in that machine made me hot, Whiteboi!” You know the drill up on the bed on the edge on all fours, ass pointed at me.”

Again, I felt her hands touching my ass and the tingly feeling I got when I was about to be fucked. She was moving very slowly and carefully as she slid her cock into my accepting little ass. I felt that this one was bigger, but I accepted. When her hips touched my ass, she gripped and began to lunge in and out destroying my asshole. Once she had stretched me out, she began to pound in and out, harder, and harder. She put her leg up on the bed to fully dominate her little, sissy slut, soon-to-be whore. I moaned and squealed like the little tart I was and always had been. I creamed under her sexual assault and all over the ever-present mirror. She withdrew and left me gasping for air for a moment before presenting me with the mirror which I dutifully cleaned. The next thing I knew, my head was being lifted and turned, then deposited into her hot, wet pussy. My tongue automatically flicked out and began slurping away at her juicy goodness.

Virginia taught me a lot of different skills and was all ready with tips and suggestions from drink mixing to makeup to lingerie advice. We both knew that black was my color right away, and she taught me to work with it. She helped me learn to walk in heels, to which there is a real trick. It took a few days to fully capture that lesson, not to mention a few bumps and bruises. I enjoyed trying on lingerie and looking at the fit in the mirror. One day while I was engaging in this hobby, she strolled in. “You look great in that, Whiteboi!” she remarked lasciviously.

“Do you like it?” I said stretching out a little and basking in her compliment.

"Oh, yeah!” she growled, “Makes me want to do the dishes!” she giggled.

She strolled up behind me with her harness already attached grabbed me by the back of the neck and simply bent me over it, admiring the look of the silk and lace undergarment against my white skin. Grasping my hip with the other hand, she pressed her cock slowly inside me. The now familiar rhythms were starting all over again with the silky-smooth underwear riding against my skin. She grabbed my hair and pulled to arch my back as I thrilled to her motions then pushed her prong home deep in my ass as I moaned in delight. Her grip on my hips and movement caused me to dance in front of her. I looked into the mirror and saw both of us, the site of her tall, beautiful, chocolate body towering over me, controlling my white, weak, and bent form being pegged for the first time as nature intended. I was thrilled by the image it burned into my mind. Soon after I was leaking cum that she scooped up in her fingers and deposited into my mouth, I sucked her fingers clean, “What do you say?”

“Thank you, Goddess,”

I was on the machine almost every day now and taking bigger and bigger cocks into my rectal cavity. I consider what it would be like to be claimed by a big, beautiful black man. Thoughts like that always produced more juice than I was made to lick off the mirror when we were done. I thought about how all this made me feel and began to suspect that I was substantially gayer than straight now.