Chapter 2 - Disappointed in the reaction next steps are taken
My black master Marcus is pleased with my public display of commitment to him and the Black New World Order but he is not fully satisfied with the permanency of the situation. He tells me as he jams his 20 cm cock down my throat holding my bald head by the ears to compensate for the lack of hair; "Stupid slut, I told you to do something permanent to show your commitment to me and the movement! Even with the cream the hair will grow back in time, and you can wear a wig to disguise it. I wanted you to do something that permanently declares your love of the black man, black cock, and the submission of the lesser whites, can't you do anything right?!"
Tears stream down my face as he speaks caused in part by the rough treatment of my throat and head. The loss of my hair not being enough but more importantly the feeling of letting my Master down and his feeling that I am not committed to the cause.
Marcus thrusts hard into my throat shifting his hands to the back of my head pulling my mouth down his length as he cums deep in my throat pulling out as he does to finish in my mouth. I am choking on his hot, tasty cum which fills my mouth to the brim causing some to leak out as I try to recover enough to swallow his offering. He slaps me "Stupid bitch, can't you even do that right? If I have told you once I have told you a thousand times not to waste a black man’s cum unless he wants to shoot it on your slutty face or whore body." He stands back and looks at me calming down, "You do look so sexy with the tears running down your pretty face mixing with my cum. I think, I will give you another chance but this time, since you can't follow general instructions, I will take you to have what I want to be done. I warn you this is just the start of the journey for you. You will be challenged and I expect those challenges to be met without fail."
He leaves me to go make some phone calls. I do not know who he is calling or why, I can hear his low, deep voice muffled by the apartment's walls. I remain kneeling, tears and cum drying on my face as he has not told me I can move yet or clean up. I am on my knees with them spread far apart, back straight, head bowed, hands resting on thighs displaying my beautiful tits and shaved cunt. Master Marcus returns after about fifteen minutes, "There's a good little sub slut. I am pleased that you have not taken it upon yourself to move or clean yourself without my permission. You are learning your role but still need some work. We have an appointment tomorrow, it will take all day. First thing in the morning you will need to call in sick and you should plan on being off work for the week. Where you are going, we will be able to obtain a medical certificate to support your absence."
With that said he drops his pants, turns around, and bends over in front of me. "Time to get you to work again, get that whore tongue to work on my arse," he demands and I gladly separate the cheeks with my hands and press my tongue deep into his crack savoring the flavor and smell, flattening my tongue and lapping at his sphincter alternating with making my tongue hard and probing inside as deeply as I can. "Good bitch." he moans, "Tomorrow is going to be so much fun, for me that is. For you maybe not so much initially, but it will give you what your heart desires." I continue for another ten or so minutes his beautiful uncut cock is now hard as a steel bar again and he tells me to stop and turn around. I anticipate another face fucking, and pray for him to fuck my cunt or to take my virgin arse but he tells me to stay on my knees and to finger my cunt while he jerks his cock demanding that I look up at him. He films me on my phone telling me to tell the world what I am.
I respond; "I am a submissive white slut for black men. I am a cumbucket owned by Black Master Marcus and will do whatever he requires of me. All my cock holes are available for his use anytime and anywhere."
Marcus informs me "You missed one criteria cumbucket." I look at him questioningly, "You forgot anyone," he says. "You will be shared from time to time, you will need to get use to it. It is part of the life of being a black owned slut."
Throughout this time he has still been stroking his cock and I have still been fingering my hot, wet hole with one hand and diddling my clit with another. He groans "I'm going to cum, bow your head before me.". I lean my head forward and feel the hot splats of cum as four thick, heavy spurts of cum are splashed over my bald head. "Look up at me." he demands and proceeds to wipe the spendings from the end of his cock across my face, baptising me in the Black Cock Church. "Now thank me and rub it into your head fully and after I leave the room, you may shower but are to remain naked until we leave the apartment tomorrow. Before you shower you will take the footage from your phone, edit out this commentary from me and post it to the same porn sites that you uploaded the last lot to as well as three new ones - don't forget to upload the previous video to the new ones." he concludes, "We have quite the adventure tomorrow, I will leave you to ponder what may be in store for you. You may continue to get yourself off as it may be some time before you get another opportunity." I follow his instructions to the letter; I do not wish to disappoint him. I check the status of the original sites and peruse the comments, the hit counters are moving up fast, the comments are largely positive with the occasional negative ones, the negative ones have a positive reaction to my libido with my strong exhibitionist side and desire for humiliation. If that was not enough to keep me horny I bring myself off another three times imagining what he has in store for me tomorrow in apprehension as much as lust.
My black master Marcus is pleased with my public display of commitment to him and the Black New World Order but he is not fully satisfied with the permanency of the situation. He tells me as he jams his 20 cm cock down my throat holding my bald head by the ears to compensate for the lack of hair; "Stupid slut, I told you to do something permanent to show your commitment to me and the movement! Even with the cream the hair will grow back in time, and you can wear a wig to disguise it. I wanted you to do something that permanently declares your love of the black man, black cock, and the submission of the lesser whites, can't you do anything right?!"
Tears stream down my face as he speaks caused in part by the rough treatment of my throat and head. The loss of my hair not being enough but more importantly the feeling of letting my Master down and his feeling that I am not committed to the cause.
Marcus thrusts hard into my throat shifting his hands to the back of my head pulling my mouth down his length as he cums deep in my throat pulling out as he does to finish in my mouth. I am choking on his hot, tasty cum which fills my mouth to the brim causing some to leak out as I try to recover enough to swallow his offering. He slaps me "Stupid bitch, can't you even do that right? If I have told you once I have told you a thousand times not to waste a black man’s cum unless he wants to shoot it on your slutty face or whore body." He stands back and looks at me calming down, "You do look so sexy with the tears running down your pretty face mixing with my cum. I think, I will give you another chance but this time, since you can't follow general instructions, I will take you to have what I want to be done. I warn you this is just the start of the journey for you. You will be challenged and I expect those challenges to be met without fail."
He leaves me to go make some phone calls. I do not know who he is calling or why, I can hear his low, deep voice muffled by the apartment's walls. I remain kneeling, tears and cum drying on my face as he has not told me I can move yet or clean up. I am on my knees with them spread far apart, back straight, head bowed, hands resting on thighs displaying my beautiful tits and shaved cunt. Master Marcus returns after about fifteen minutes, "There's a good little sub slut. I am pleased that you have not taken it upon yourself to move or clean yourself without my permission. You are learning your role but still need some work. We have an appointment tomorrow, it will take all day. First thing in the morning you will need to call in sick and you should plan on being off work for the week. Where you are going, we will be able to obtain a medical certificate to support your absence."
With that said he drops his pants, turns around, and bends over in front of me. "Time to get you to work again, get that whore tongue to work on my arse," he demands and I gladly separate the cheeks with my hands and press my tongue deep into his crack savoring the flavor and smell, flattening my tongue and lapping at his sphincter alternating with making my tongue hard and probing inside as deeply as I can. "Good bitch." he moans, "Tomorrow is going to be so much fun, for me that is. For you maybe not so much initially, but it will give you what your heart desires." I continue for another ten or so minutes his beautiful uncut cock is now hard as a steel bar again and he tells me to stop and turn around. I anticipate another face fucking, and pray for him to fuck my cunt or to take my virgin arse but he tells me to stay on my knees and to finger my cunt while he jerks his cock demanding that I look up at him. He films me on my phone telling me to tell the world what I am.
I respond; "I am a submissive white slut for black men. I am a cumbucket owned by Black Master Marcus and will do whatever he requires of me. All my cock holes are available for his use anytime and anywhere."
Marcus informs me "You missed one criteria cumbucket." I look at him questioningly, "You forgot anyone," he says. "You will be shared from time to time, you will need to get use to it. It is part of the life of being a black owned slut."
Throughout this time he has still been stroking his cock and I have still been fingering my hot, wet hole with one hand and diddling my clit with another. He groans "I'm going to cum, bow your head before me.". I lean my head forward and feel the hot splats of cum as four thick, heavy spurts of cum are splashed over my bald head. "Look up at me." he demands and proceeds to wipe the spendings from the end of his cock across my face, baptising me in the Black Cock Church. "Now thank me and rub it into your head fully and after I leave the room, you may shower but are to remain naked until we leave the apartment tomorrow. Before you shower you will take the footage from your phone, edit out this commentary from me and post it to the same porn sites that you uploaded the last lot to as well as three new ones - don't forget to upload the previous video to the new ones." he concludes, "We have quite the adventure tomorrow, I will leave you to ponder what may be in store for you. You may continue to get yourself off as it may be some time before you get another opportunity." I follow his instructions to the letter; I do not wish to disappoint him. I check the status of the original sites and peruse the comments, the hit counters are moving up fast, the comments are largely positive with the occasional negative ones, the negative ones have a positive reaction to my libido with my strong exhibitionist side and desire for humiliation. If that was not enough to keep me horny I bring myself off another three times imagining what he has in store for me tomorrow in apprehension as much as lust.
