by Mias_bitch
“Squeal for me you little cock pig!” Tanya bade, her hand coming down sharply over the tattoo on her slave’s ass.
The slave’s high pitched screeches were muted by the round red ball gag strapped firmly between his lips. Immobilized and naked, Tanya had bound her bitch face down on a weight bench; arms and legs spread out fettered to the legs at either end. His keeper stood above him at the rear end in a well fitted white blouse that hugged the curves of her bosoms, while a long brown strap-on worn over a tight set of black riding breeches was thrust with increasing intensity into his prone asshole. Circling the pair, Tanya’s friend Erin recorded the scene on a handheld digital camcorder.
“That’s it, you sissy white piggies love that deliverance shit don’t you?” she continued slapping him again and again on alternating cheeks. “I’ll get those plump little ivory cunt lips all pink for you piggy” she went on continuing the spanks with her ceaseless thrusting.
Giggling Erin circled around for some close ups on the bitches rosey behind. Panning upward she framed out Tanya’s round face in cameras viewfinder. “Ready for your close up Lady Tanya?” she said lightheartedly.
Pulling out, Tanya turned towards the lens and fluffed out her curled black locks sticking her chin out majestically. “That’s Goddess Tanya to all you pussy boy slaves out there” she corrected. Gazing down towards the slave, now breathing heavy sighs of relief from the reprieve in the brute violation, Tanya mused. “I think this piggies ready for his too.”
Strolling around to the front end of the bench Tanya removed the slave’s ball gag. “Get a nice close up of this” the ebony goddess requested gripping the back of her piggies hair and forcing the used strap-on into his gasping mouth. “Nice and close” she cooed, forcing him to suck clean the filthy toy. “I want everyone to see this piggy for what he truly is. I’m gonna make you a star” she whispered. “My little faggot white boy, gobbling my big black cock; for all the world to see” she finished chuckling. “Cut.”
“Hot, girl. Hot” Erin praised lowering the camera to her side, shifting her lithe form from side to side in her plaid miniskirt.
“I hope so. The last video sold so well, I’m sure there are plenty of sluts out there just waiting for an encore.”
In the hall, beyond the threshold of the sparsely appointed rear bedroom, came the sound of knocking from the front door below.
“I think that’s Wanda” Tanya reasoned. “Better go down and let her in.”
“K, you need any help with him?”
“Nah, he’ll be fine. I’m just gonna leave him here in case we need him for later.”
As Erin departed Tanya fixed the ball gag back into the slave’s mouth. Placing his eyeless hood back over his head she hit the light switch and made her way downstairs to join her two friends.
Tanya was eager to see her new friends again that evening. It was only a week ago that the two ladies had been introduced through their mutual friend Erin. A little shocked at first Wanda had become quickly intrigued by the way Tanya managed to enslave her “white boys” and have them so willingly commit themselves to her every whim, taking all she wanted from them and treating them like garbage in return. Over some drinks at the club Tanya had invited her friend back over the following weekend promising to show her more about her unique way of life.
Greeting Wanda in the down stairs foyer the three ladies retired back to the living room space at the rear of the building and spent some time catching up on their various weeks. It wasn’t long before another knock came at the door.
“Perfect” Tanya stated rising from the leather couch. “My free range boys are here” she said turning back to Wanda. “You wanna really see how to pimp out some sissy boys, you better take some notes” she added with a wink.
“Oooo, this is gonna be fun girl” Erin assured her companion, with a hand on her shoulder.
Three in total the boys filed in together, instructed to wait at the door till each of them had arrived before knocking. They came baring various beverages, and prepared foods which Tanya had them set on the eat-in counter in the kitchen space adjoining the rear room; before lining up before her in the living room. Her two friends remained seated on the couch as Tanya strode before the three slaves and asserted command.
“You know the drill bitches!” she barked “Strip! I wanna see those tributes out, and your skinny white asses naked as the day your mama brought you into this world!” Pacing back and forth between the boys as they hurriedly disrobed and folded there clothing in neat piles behind them she went on. “I’m you mama now! And mama wants to get paid!”
Halting and tapping her foot impatiently the Goddess waited as her slaves knelt down naked in a line before her. Each was shaved like the tattooed slave laying in limbo on the floor above, each wore a curved clear cock cage locked firmly over their genitals, and each held forth a fan of twenty dollar bills before him heads lowered to the ground reverently.
“Damn” Wanda whispered.
Giggling Erin kicked off her shoes and squatted up on the couch cushion twittering in enjoyment.
One by one Tanya walked down the line snatching up the fans like it was nothing special in the least. With each she would rifle through them briefly, before lifting a booted heel to the back of each slaves neck forcing his head to the ground to kiss her other boot. “Don’t think for a second this is gonna get you a chance to finger those little manclit’s of your’s” she sneered.
Depositing the funds in the drawer of a wooden end table adjacent to the couch, Tanya returned to the prostrate slaves. Turning she shot Wanda a knowing grin “You wanna pimp some pussy white boys like these, there’s some tricks I can teach ya. Lesson 1: choose carefully. There no shortage of dickless white pussy boys out there, so it shouldn’t be that hard to have your pick of the litter” she instructed sauntering over to pick up a riding crop leaning against the side of the sofa. “The more pathetic the better, I’m talking no close friends or family, certainly no girlfriends” as she spoke Tanya batted the top of her boot against the first slaves still bowed face, before gently kicking it aside and moving on to the next. “No scrawny white bitch would have anything to do with these sad little slut boys, let alone a strong ebony queen” punctuating the statement she brought the crop down hard on the second slaves elevated buttocks. He flinched as she proceeded down the line. “Pathetic, but it makes them perfect little cattle.” Circling around the third slave she slid the crop down between his spread legs and began tapping his balls with it’s leather head. “Leave them only enough money for there basic necessities, lock up their useless little clits” a sudden swat to the slaves balls caused him to yelp. “And send them off back into the world to toil for you all week as little cash cows” she finished placing the sole of her boot on the third slaves ass and pushing, laying him out on the floor.”
“Interesting” Wanda mused rising to her feet and wandering over to Tanya’s side. “So what’s lesson two.”
Beaming Wanda turned to her new friend “You’ve already heard it. Always let them hear exactly what there sorry asses are good for. Don’t let them forget there true place, little more then white pussy boy cattle for their black masters.”
As the night wore on, the ladies found varying uses for the three slaves.
The first Tanya had kneel on all fours atop the thick wooden coffee table. She had the other two slaves balance a silver serving tray upon his back, and adorn it with various drink glasses and food spreads the trio had brought them. ‘So they wouldn’t have to bend down for their snacks’ Tanya explained. To keep her slave ‘focused’ as she had so aptly put it she lit a candle and put it on the coffee table just behind the slaves balls Staging the cruel predicament, she had threatened the slave with dire consequences should any of the drink a top the tray spill. His time was one of careful stillness and balance amid uncomfortable shifting at the flickering flames perimeter.
The second, the most fit of the pair, Erin had all but begged Tanya to use. She had secured a curious toy from the hall closet, a cold metallic butt plug with wires dangling out the base connected to a remote. A small dial sat atop the remote, used to send an electric shock up through the device. Securing the device firmly into the slave’s rectum, and cuffing his hands behind his back; the excitable woman marched the slave into a small powder off the kitchen space in the rear. Leaning back on the closed toilet seat, with the slave kneeling before her; the last Wanda and Tanya saw of the pair for some time was Erin’s grinning countenance as she wrapped her slender ebony legs around the boys neck and drew his face up beneath her plaid miniskirt pushing the door closed as she did so.
That left the third who stood naked before Tanya and Wanda in the center of the chamber. Taking a thin necked glass of red wine from atop the ‘serving tray,’ Tanya took a slight sip before setting the beverage back down.
“Eyes to the floor slut!” Tanya spat, catching the slave sneaking a peak at the Goddesses before him. Shaking, the nervous slave complied immediately. “Which brings us to our last lesson” Tanya said her tone of voice calming. “Now this one really has to do with you” she said addressing Wanda. “You’ve picked your ideal bitch, the lowest of the bunch, and let him know what his place is. The last is all in you.”
“What do you mean?” Wanda asked confused.
“When you look at this sorry ass sissy white boy what do you see?”
Looking the fearful slave up and down Wanda considered the statement for a moment before responding “A slave?”
“Ok but what makes a man” pausing she considered the statement “or in this case a little fagget cuntboy” she corrected raising her timbre at the slave “a slave?”
A questioning look on her face Wanda remained silent.
“What is a slave to his master?”
“Property” Wanda answered.
“Exactly, and you have to adjust your thinking to see him as that, nothing more.” Turning she began circling the slave caressing his body up and down. “Pussy boys like this are natural little abuse sluts” Tanya went on her hands lingering for a squeeze on the slaves ass “they crave being so far beneath us, wallowing in it like the inferior sub-humans they are, but if you really want power you can’t just play pretend” coming in close she began to nuzzle behind the slaves ear breathing more heavily. “You’ve got to believe it” she continued softly “that they are nothing to you, that you’ll do anything you please with them.” The slave shuddered as Tanya’s voice died down to slow panting. “You’re gonna eat my shit” she whispered into his ear. “And drink my piss” she continued softly making her way to his other ear. Sliding around his front she started to lick him from the neck up his cheek. Gripping his cheeks between her fingers she bore into his eyes with her own drinking in his fear. “I own you…my little white nigger” she finished with a smile.
Suddenly her smile was gone as she spat in the slaves face, and slapped him hard enough to drop him to his knees. Gripping him by the hair she inhaled deeply as she forced his face up against the moistened crotch of her skin tight riding breeches. “Can you smell it bitch! How wet it makes me?”
Releasing him, she gazed calmly over at Wanda. “I’m telling you, master this and it’ll make you so hot.”
“I guess we have all night to practice” Wanda quipped back.
Back in the kitchen a yelp from behind the door, and the sound of Erin lighthearted laughter; gave the two women pause and a smile.
“All night” Tanya confirmed, beaming.
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