Older Black Mistress

By JOAN NICHOLS

Published on Oct 12, 2004

Lesbian

This story contains graphic sexual scenes between consenting adults, if you don't like this kind of story or are too young to be here please click off. I plan to keep up the Mistress April story but for now am going to concentrate on getting a few chapters done for this new story line. Please send all comments, thoughts or suggestions to x2432jn@msn.com

Older Black Mistress Part 2

After my first night with Mistress Alice I took a hard look at my life and didn't see much going on. So a job, free room and board and lots of pussy, I knew this was a no brainer. I also knew if I didn't live up to Mistress April's standards life wouldn't be too pleasant there either. So I spent some time getting my thoughts and life together and called her. We sat a time and date to met. This time I wasn't late and had decided to dress a little more proper.

She started out all business. If I choose to live there it would be in the basement, the area was large enough to have a sitting area and bedroom, there was also a bathroom down there. The only way to leave the house from the basement was upstairs but Mistress Alice let me know I would not be leaving without her permission first. I would also be unable to enter the house without her letting me in as she would keep the basement door locked from the other side and possess the only key. I would only be allowed to use the bathroom in the basement and of course too this would require her permission.

When she would be away from home she would either leave me locked in the basement or secured upstairs. She expected Sunday dinner to be ready when she returned from church so while she was gone I would be secured in the kitchen on a leash, for these occasions I would be left nude, a ball gag secured in my mouth and wearing a diaper. I was to plan the dinner prior to her departure, she would secure me only in the area I needed to be in and allow limited movement of my hands. She had certainly put a lot of thought into all this and I was soon to find out planning too.

It would be my duty to keep the house clean, we would work the details out daily till I had my routine down. I would come to her bedroom every morning at seven to clean and dress her and then at night to bathe her, massage her, or service her in bed. She believe strict discipline was what made for a useful slave so she would inflict punishment for any failures by me to live up to her sat standards. There would also be two sessions weekly to remind me of my status and hers. She explained that she felt these sessions were very important in order to keep a slave mentally in tune with their positions in life.

I was of course to keep her sexual needs fulfilled. No matter what she asked for I was to do it and do it with enthusiasm. We talked again about her church group, she felt she might be able to break the ice with a couple of them then I would be on my own in regards to the rest. They met once a week and I would accompany her to every meeting. She didn't want to waste time on this so expected me to have eaten out at least 2 women every month. Should any of the women want my service after the first time she would work it out with them. She also had a bridge group that met weekly at her house, al the member were part of the ladies church group. She expected me to remain in my capacity as her slave/housekeeper when the ladies were there.

When I was home, I was only to wear an apron, if I was summon to her bed I was to come nude. Should there be times when my chores were done I would either be locked in the basement or made to stand in a corner, there were a couple other ideas she was working on also. She lead me down to the basement to show me my new home. It was sparsely furnished, containing a full size bed and night table, also a couch and coffee table. There was a small place to hang clothes and I noticed she had already hung several aprons there, I saw no other clothing. In the bathroom she had put toothpaste, a toothbrush, razor, deodorant, ear cleaners and soap, along with towels and wash cloths. Once a week I would be required to wash all my things, aprons, towels and bed linens. While in the basement she instructed me to remove my clothes and shoes and put them in a bag. She led me back in the bathroom and told me to sit on a tub seat that was in the tub. When I did she produced a razor from some where, plugged it in and shaved my head. I was thrilled to be minus the hair, as a woman I had already tired of the daily upkeep, this would be so much easier. Then I was told to get a towel, put it on the bed and lay down with my ass on the towel and legs spread. Then she went to work on my cunt, shaving all the hair away, next I lifted my arms and she shaved there, then I rolled over and she ran the razor inside the crack of my ass.

"Now go to the bathroom and be sure to remove all remaining hair from yourself, take a shower, put on an apron and return upstairs." I set about my chores, so far feeling okay about things. With no hair I felt squeaky clean. I got out and apron and tied it around me, it was short and my clean shaven cunt hung below it. I returned up stairs and went to stand before my Mistress awaiting her next order.

She had me turn and bend over while she examined my ass and then pussy and other places to make sure all hair was removed. Satisfied that it was she told me to follow her to bed room. Once there she placed a collar around my neck and secured it. Then I was told to lay on the bed on my back and raise my legs. She put cuffs on my wrist and ankles and then fastened them together, my pussy and ass laid open to her.

She came back with a belt that she said had been her husbands and began to strap me between the legs. All I could do was roll a little from side to side and take her blows. She stood at the foot of the bed, extended her arm and laid the belt on my sensitive areas. The belt landed on my pussy over and over after about 20 strokes she stopped. Then traded the belt for a crop which she lashed my inner thighs with, it really stung and I could see the red marks criss crossed up and down my inner thighs, she lashed them at least another 20 times then pop the lash on my pussy twice. This pain was sharp and intense.

She undid the ankle and wrist clamps and the secured my wrist to the head board. This was not the same woman who had turned all tender on me the last time I was in her bed. Now she had a small whip and was dancing across my tits, after about 10 lashes she stopped and pinched my nipples hard, then she twisted and pulled them up and popped them out. Once they were erect she laid the whip on them, the tip of it landing on my nipples over and over. I twisted back and forth, tears pouring down my face.

"Your nipples are pitifully small, we'll need to stretch them if they are to be of any use, but for now let's clip them."

She produced two nipples clips and put one on each of my nipples, being already tender they cut into me. She removed my wrist from the head board and told me to roll over. With the same whip she had used on my tits she began lashing away at my back, again I assumed it was about 20 licks. They stung my back but I was pretty sure she had not drawn blood. She had quite and arsenal and her next object of pain for me was a paddle, flat black and shinny.

"You are to count each slap of my paddle by loudly saying one Mistress, two Mistress etc." She pulled my head up and I answered, yes Mistress.

She landed the paddle with great force, my count erupted from me. Once I got to 10 she stopped. Then she went to a leather strap and informed me not to count. With this she plummeted the back of my legs, the leather curling around them. After what once again seemed like 20 blows she traded the strap for another paddle, this one with hole drilled in it.

"Count", she commanded as she laid the paddle to my ass. Already tender my ass burnt from the stings. Each count was given in a voice on the edge of tears. Praying she would stop at 10 she didn't and the torture only ended when I cried out 20.

"A slave needs a good beating at least two to three times a week, this is what you will receive each time we have a discipline session. It may vary some but you will notice, I broke no skin, you have marks but no bruising. I will change things up from time to time but your ass, pussy and tits will always receive at least 20 lashes every session, you back, inner thighs, front and back of your legs at least 10. After time you will be able to take these sessions with no problem. Now come and kneel before me."

It hurt to move but I got off the bed and went to my Mistress, knelt before her and lowered my head.

"What are you?"

"I am your slave Mistress", I thought I had gotten it right but she slapped my face and asked again what I was.

"I am your housekeeper and white sex slave", wrong again and this time she slapped my face then back handed it.

"You are a worthless piece of white trash, who only exist to serve a black Goddess and even less, you will learn to except the fact that you are the lowest form of human and reply this fact to me every day. Now whore, what are you?" she demanded, slapping me again.

"I am a worthless piece of white trash, a useless whore and slut, I am here only to satisfy my black Goddess and to serve her, Mistress."

"That's better but I know you can do even better, I will expect you to each time you are asked." She attached the leash to my collar, ordered me to crawl behind her. We went to the kitchen where she said she had already prepared something for her supper. She lead me to corner that had a small shelf tacked to it with holes drilled in it.

She instructed me to get up on my knees then cuffed my hands behind my back.

Next I was to scoot under the shelf. Once in place she lifted my breast, removed the chain she had attached to pull my nipples in ward and then ran it up through the hole in the shelf, stretching my tits up and tearing at my nipple. To my amazement and fear she pulled my nipple out more and then secured the chain to the shelf, she repeated this with my other nipple.

"Maybe this will lengthen those pitiful nipples of yours, but as small as they are I don't see one time or a few hours doing it, I expect I will see you in the corner a lot."

With that she went and fixed her plate and left the room, a few minutes later I hear the TV go on. I prayed the pain would subside or she would have mercy and not leave me here to long, my knees already ached. But I watched the kitchen clock go around 4 times before she came back. For 4 hours I was on my knees my nipples being torn off. The pain had only gotten worse as often I swayed or shifted to give my knees some relief.

When she did come to release me she didn't undo the chains first, instead she undid the clamps and my tits fell, the blood rushed back into them and the pain made my head swirl. She reattached the leash, gave me no time to adjust and snapped it, I scrambled behind her and into her bed room, it was then I realized the room she had beaten me in earlier was not in fact her bedroom but I suppose a play room.

She undid the leash instructed me to get my apron back on. She went and used the toilet and called to me. "Lick my pussy dry of piss cunt", nope not the lady I had first met. But as I extended my tongue to her pussy, ah it was the same sweet pussy, piss and all.

Over the next couple days we continued to hone our routine and my duties became more defined. She had her woman's church group scheduled for the week but it was at another woman's house and she decided to attend without me. She would save my first introduction to the ladies for the bridge game at her house on Friday afternoon.

Next: Chapter 3


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