Nadine's Submissive Games

"Don't forget, bitches," the Overseer Bitch reminds us before she leaves. "Failure to swallow a load is a whipping offense. So, swallow everything that they give you or else."

She no sooner closes the glory hole room door when I feel cock entering my mouth.

"Suck me good, slave," I am told. "Or, I will see that you spend some time on the whipping post before the night is over."

His comment reminds me that during the antebellum period, black women were nothing but bitches to the white landowners. They were not considered human. They were just pieces of property that were bought and sold purely for the purpose of doing some form of 'work'. Quite frequently, that 'work' was to be a cum receptacle for 'Masta's cock'. Of course, an unplanned pregnancy only meant one more slave for the plantation.

Right now, my 'work' is to get him off by giving him the best BJ that I know how to give. Thankfully, it's something that I learned early in my life to do. My mamma taught me how to give a proper BJ when I was eight. I've been sucking cock ever since. She also taught me that a submissive bitch's only purpose in life is to give pleasure to men. I lost my pussy cherry a year after giving my first BJ, and my ass cherry a year after that. Now, I love being a submissive bitch and Ebony slut. So, why should tonight be any different?

So, I just give his big cock my best lip lock and allow him to fuck my mouth. God, he's big for a white boy. Or, at least I think he's white. After all, I can't see the owner of this nice, big piece of man meat. I just know that it feels good going in and out. With each stroke, he's getting longer and wider. I can feel the juices in my cunt beginning to run. My nips are getting harder, too.

Suddenly, he pulls that marvelous prick completely out of my mouth. Oh Fuck! Is he unhappy? Am I headed for the whipping post? But, just as suddenly as that lovely man meat withdraws from my mouth, I feel it enter my cunt. Fantastic! He's even better at fucking a cunt than fucking a mouth. This guy must be a brotha! I've never had a white bastard fuck like this. Only black brothas!

Suddenly, while he's plunging in and out of my twat, I feel a mouth on my left tit. Then, another one starts sucking on my right tit. Shit! I must have the attention of three 'Mastas'. At least two. And, that's assuming that the guy fucking my twat is limber enough to bend over and suck one of my tits at the same time. But, he definitely cannot suck both tits simultaneously. Damn this wall! I want to see who's fucking me. But, then again, the theme of this club is that I'm nothing but a black slave bitch. My feelings don't matter, do they?

As I am in seventh heaven, I suddenly head Henrietta scream in pain.

"FUCK YOU, YOU BASTARD!" she yells. "Suck, don't bite! That nipple is attached to my body, and I want it to stay that way!"

Suddenly, the door to the glory hole room bursts open. In come the Overseer Bitch and two dyke slaves. Henrietta is quickly unbuckled from the wall and then pulled up to face the Overseer Bitch.

"Slave Henrietta," the Overseer Bitch says. "You know better than to talk to any of our white Mastas like that. I have no choice but to send you to the whipping post."

"But, the SOB tried to bite my tit off!" Henrietta answers.

"Listen, bitch," the Overseer Bitch answers. "You, better than most of the bitches in this room, know that we have no rights. You volunteered to be a black submissive slave bitch for the night. You also know that anything goes. You also know that in slave times any fuck-up by a plantation slave bitch always ended up with her getting a good whipping. Well, you're going to experience that part of the fantasy now. Take her away and strap her to Whipping Post 3. Her Masta will be along shortly to whip her ass."

With that, the two dyke bitches drag Henrietta out of the door, followed closely by the Overseer Bitch. But, before she leaves, she reminds us that any more outbursts like Henrietta's will earn us a severe whipping, too. She then leaves the room, and I think I hear a lock snapped shut after the door is closed. It sounds like we're locked in this room for the rest of the night.

Shortly after Henrietta is dragged from the room, I feel the cock pounding my puss begins to swell. A sure sign that it's about to cum. Suddenly it thrusts hard and deep into my twat and begins to spit out its seed. Thousands of little swimmers flood my cunt. At the same time, the mouth sucking on my left tit bites down. Hard! Fuck, he's trying to bite it off, too. But, unlike Henrietta, I don't care. I have always loved the mixture of simultaneous pain and pleasure. My cunt is receiving pure pleasure! And, for some reason that I have never understood, my tit is receiving pain. Pleasurable pain. I don't know why, but I love it.

After he shoots his wad into my puss, I feel that lovely cock withdraw from my cunt. But, he's not done. He, or someone, suddenly begins to lap at my twat. It must be clean-up time. Maybe this guy is more thoughtful than I would have ever guessed. I've never had any guy fuck me, then clean-up his mess by licking his cum from my cunt. God, I'm still horny. That tongue feels great.

"Keep it up," I yell through the wall, "You lovely bastard, and I will cum again. Fffffuuuuuccccckkkk! Here it comes. Ddddaaammmmnnnn ttttthhhhaaatttt ffffeeeellllss gggrrrreeeeaaattt!!!!!"

Two cums in less than five minutes. Hubby has never done that to me. Maybe I need to get this guys' name.

"Thank you," I yell through the wall. "My name is Nadine. You can cum in me anytime. Just ask the Overseer Bitch for my phone number. I will be your slave and bitch anytime you want."

"I am to please," is the reply that echoes through the glory hole wall. "I may do that. But, I usually spank my bitches before I fuck them. Are you into that?"

"Promises! Promises! Promises!" I reply. "I can't wait!"

"Until next time," he replies. "Now I need to find someone to get me ready for round two. But, I want to watch that bitch get whipped first. Don't go anywhere."

Don't go anywhere? Fuck! I'm strapped in this position until morning. How in the Hell am I going to go anywhere. Just go watch my friend get whipped, and then bring that lovely cock back to me!

But, unfortunately, I don't hear his voice any more the rest of the night. Or, feel that cock either. At least, I don't think that he comes back. If he does, he doesn't say anything and his cock is not as good the second time around. But, I don't go unfulfilled. Less than five minutes after he finishes cleaning my cunt, giving me my second O in less than five minutes, I feel another cock forcing its way into my mouth.

And, so it goes. All night long. Before the night comes to an end, I give at least two dozen BJs and at least a dozen more cunt fucks. And, I don't know how many guys try to bite my nips off my tits. By the time I am released from the glory hole room, both my jaw and cunt muscles are sore. In fact, everything between my legs is so sore that I can barely walk. What's worse is that with every step, both of my tits jiggle and bounce. Each one is black and blue. Sorer than Hell from the many bites that each received during the night. But, once again, I love every second of it. What a wonderful night.

When I catch up with Henrietta, I see cum dripping from her cunt, her ass, and her mouth. Not only that, but that her back, her ass, and her tits are all covered with red welts. She was whipped well. But, my guess is that she loved every second of it, too.

"Well, bitch," Henrietta says when she sees me. "Let's go home and let the fuckin' cocksuckers loose. After the cocksuckers go to work, I know the perfect place for us to go for breakfast. If I remember right, yesterday I promised you a shopping trip. I know just the place for us to go get some sexy shit.

"Let's go home, release them, and then remind them about what they'll be missing if they don't stop sucking cock," I reply.

"Hell, I think that they both will be happier living together and living with us," Henrietta replies.

"If that's the case, then I will kick his ass out," I answer. "Tonight proved to me that I don't need him to get all the cock that I want."

"I agree wholeheartedly," she replies. "Now, let's go home, kick the cocksuckers out the door, and then get cleaned up and go do some serious shopping!"

*

Chapter Five

After returning from the Ebony Club, Henrietta and I release both of our hubbies, and then George and I return home. I tell him that in the future if I catch him fucking or sucking another guy, he will spend more time hanging from the garage rafters. Only this time it will be in our garage, and it will include a whipping with the cat without a BJ. Pain, not pleasure, the next time around.

"Do you agree to those terms?" I ask. "If not, pack up and get the fuck out of my life now!"

Naturally, he agrees. After all, who will do his cooking, cleaning, and laundry if I'm not around? Another pussy he can find. Finding another domestic slave will be more difficult.

After hubby leaves for work, fatigue starts to set in, so I call Henrietta and tell her that I need some sleep and am going to take a nap. I have been running on empty for about three days. Although I do want to go shopping with her, I need a cat nap first. She agrees and we decide to change our shopping trip to after lunch instead of after breakfast. She agrees to pick me up about noon. She then promises me both lunch and a rather unique shopping trip. She doesn't give me any details about the trip. She just says that it will be interesting.

With that, I head for the bedroom for a shower and a nap, not necessarily in that order. I set my alarm for 11, and then hit the hay. My cunt still contains cum, but I don't care. As soon as my head hits the pillow, I am in Never Never Land. The next thing that I know is the alarm is blaring away. I want to reach over and shut the damn thing off. But Henrietta will be here in an hour, and I need a good cleansing -- both inside and out. I not only need a good shower, but I also need a douche and an enema.

"Wear something that's easy and quick to remove," Henrietta tells me when she calls to insure that I am still willing and ready to go to lunch and shopping. "No bra, G-string panties, and a sun dress will be perfect."

Well, I don't know what she has in mind for today, but curiosity is killing me. So, I dig out the companion to the G-string that I wore yesterday. That one was black silk and the one I pick for today is white. Other than the color differences, they are identical. This one, just like the one I wore yesterday, barely covers my cunt. And its back strap disappears in my ass crack. I decide on a white flowered print sun dress which really shows off my chocolate tits, and, naturally, a set of 6" white FM stiletto heels. I don't know where we're going, but I'm dressed to fuck!

Like last night, Henrietta keeps our final destination a secret as she quickly drives us out of our neighborhood and into a part of town where all the rich WASPs live. However, we're just passing through WASP-town and end up driving about 15 miles outside of town. At this point all she will tell me is that we're going to a topless restaurant. Oh boy, I think. The place will be crowded with horny young guys ogling all the tits on display by the lily white server girls.

Eventually she pulls up to what looks like a mansion. And, like last night, the front door is unmarked. But, once again, there is valet parking out front. She gets out and tosses her car keys to a very scantily clad boy. All he's wearing is a rhinestone lined jock. His chest and ass are totally exposed, and he appears to have a huge bulge hidden behind that jock. I feel my nips getting hard as I catch myself starring at his package.

As we enter the room, I see the female Matre'D / Hostess is wearing even less. She's totally naked except for a very skimpy G-String, and she has bells dangling from each of her nipples. In addition, her make-up appears to be dried cum.

"Welcome to the Topless Club, ladies," she greets us. "The dress check is to your right. Would you prefer a table in the Main Dining Room or the Golden Room?"

"The Main Dining Room for now," Henrietta replies.

Then, she walks over to the check room, removes her sun dress, and hands it to another naked guy. She then gives me a dirty look when she sees that I am still wearing my dress.

"We can't go in until you take your dress off."

"I thought we were going to a topless bar for lunch," I reply.

"I never said anything about a bar," she replies. "This is a very special place. The only customers allowed into the place are women. And, they must be topless before they can enter. Now, take your fuckin' dress off so we can have some lunch."

After I remove my sundress and hand it to the naked guy in the check room, the Matre'D / Hostess leads us into the main dining room and shows us to an empty table. While walking through the dining room, I notice that all of the patrons are, indeed, nearly naked women. But, what really surprises me is that some of them also have other naked women, all with their wrists cuffed behind their backs, on their knees under the table. My guess is those women are busy eating the cunts of the ladies sitting at the tables.

As the Matre'D / Hostess shows us to our table, I look down and see that the chairs have a rather unique design. They are all shaped like any other dining room chair on the back and top, but the front of the seat is a 'C' shape. When I sit down, I notice that my ass covers most of the seat, but my pussy hangs over the opening in the front. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know that this chair is designed so that my cunt can be easily accessed while I eat.

Next, I look up and see a totally naked male server standing between Henrietta and me. Of course, his manhood is sticking straight out at us. Naturally, Henrietta reaches over and begins stroking his big cock. Without saying anything, she leans forward and takes his cock into her mouth. She sucks on it for about a minute, and then pops it back out. She then offers it to me. I do the same. I suck on it for about a minute, too. Then, Henrietta tells me that all we are allowed right now is a sample. So, I reluctantly let the lovely piece of young man meat out of my mouth.

"I want this for desert," she tells me with grin on her face.

"Would you ladies like to order from the Full Price or Lottery Special Menu?" he asks.

"We've got places to go today," Henrietta replies. "Full Price for today. But, we would like to purchase a Lottery Girl."

Lottery Girl? What the fuck is that? Eventually we both order a steak salad with cum dressing and a bottle of chardonnay. The waiter nods his head, then turns and walks away with his cock bouncing up and down with each step he takes.

"What the fuck is a Lottery Girl?" I ask.

Just as I finish my question, I see two totally naked girls crawling across the dining room. They both crawl over to our table, and, to my surprise, they both crawl under our table. The next thing I know I feel a tongue on my twat.

"There's two ways that you can pay for food here," Henrietta says. "Since we want to go shopping later, we are going to pay full price. However, if we were in a gambling mood, we could have specified the Lottery Special pricing. When you order from the Lottery Special Menu, you are gambling your freedom for reduced food prices. If you win, you get the food at about one-half as much as we will pay on the Full Price menu."

"But, if you lose you become a cunt lapping slave for the remainder of the day. When the server brings your bill, he also brings a set of dice. Each diner must roll the dice. If the number you roll is even, then you win. If the number is odd, then you become a cunt lapping slave until the club closes. Both of the twats under our table lost while eating here this morning."

"OOOOHHHH!" I mumble as the slave licking my twat is getting me close. "It sounds like fun. Can we change our selection to the Lottery Special menu?"

"God, you're one horny whore," Henrietta comments. "Didn't you get enough last night?"

"Never!" I reply as two young server boys deliver our food.

When the servers place our salads on the table, I notice that neither of them contains salad dressing. Then, each guy steps forward, points his cock at one of the salads, and proceeds to jack off. Eventually both shoot their loads onto our salads. Now I know what Henrietta meant when she ordered the salads with cum dressing.

After the naked male servers leave, I ask Henrietta what it costs to belong to this club. She tells me that it's a combination of personal service time and money. She says that it costs $1,000 per year, plus three days as a Main Dining Room cunt lapping slave or one day as a Golden Room slave. I had forgotten about the Golden Room.

"Are you interested in joining?" she asks. "After all, you are one hot, bisexual babe. You would be really popular here working as a slave in either of the rooms. In fact, if you agree to spend a combined 30 days in the two rooms, you can waive the $1000 fee. That's what I do. All the rich white bitches love it when a chocolate drop slave is servicing their cunts."

"Sounds interesting," I reply. "But, what's the Golden Room? What do the Golden Room slaves have to do?"

"The Golden room is where all the food and drinks have special flavoring," Henrietta explains. "It's all natural, if you know what I mean."

"You're talking about piss, aren't you?" I reply.

She nods her head in agreement.

"In the Golden Room, all food is flavored by soaking or simmering it in natural Golden Nectar, or what you commonly call piss," she explains. "In addition, the only drink that is served in that room is Golden Nectar. It's usually served warm, and normally is straight from the source. I didn't know you were into golden games."

"Fuck," I reply. "My mamma taught me to drink my daddy's piss when I was only eight. Hell, hubby makes me drink his piss almost every morning and night. Now, what the fuck are the duties of the Golden Room slaves?"

"They provide the Golden Nectar for the food and drinks," she explains. "They also are responsible for crawling under the tables for cunt lapping duties just like the slaves in the Main Dining Room. Only, in the Golden Room, they are also responsible for drinking any piss that their customer needs to expel. A Golden Room slave can expect to live on a steady diet of piss. No shit, but plenty of piss."

"Sounds kinky," I reply. "Can we give it a try now?"

"Remember when I told you earlier about the Lottery pricing," she asks me. I nod in agreement.

"Well, in the Main Dining Room they use two dice," she explains. "There are six winning and six losing combinations. However, in the Golden Room, they only use one die. So, you're chance of losing is double. So, you may be spending tonight crawling on the floor in the Golden Room drinking piss. Are you ready for that?"

"Fuck, yea," I reply. "I'm getting wet just thinking about it. Win or lose."

When our server comes over with our bill, Henrietta asks him to call over the Matre'D / Hostess. When the Matre'D / Hostess arrives, Henrietta explains that we would like to change our pricing menu selection. She then tells her that we would like Golden Room Lottery Special pricing. She quickly asks Henrietta if she understands the penalty if we lose the lottery. After Henrietta nods her head in agreement, the Matre'D / Hostess tells the server to go get the Golden Room die and two sets of handcuffs.

While we are waiting, we hear another diner scream, 'Ah, Fuck!'

When we turn to look, we see a woman stand up, turn her back to the server, and then place her wrists behind her back. The server then locks her wrists together in handcuffs and then pulls the woman's panties down her legs. Next, the server tells her to get down onto the floor and follow him back to the slave pen. The last we see is her naked ass crawling towards the back of the dining room.