Becoming Black Owned Pt. 06

While Carl cleaned up, humming happily, Delia lay on the table. She was feeling both shame and sexually satisfied.

Still wearing her leash, she felt a tug. Janelle was tugging her off the table.

"Down girl, no pets on the furniture."

Delia slinked off the table. The humiliation filled her, and her sex pulsed. How could it still want more after the fucking she just got?

"Good girl."

Janelle patted Delia's head like a dog as Delia knelt at her feet beside the table. Delia bowed her head in an attempt to hide her blush. It was so degrading.

Janelle turned, picked up the bowls off the floor. She began mixing powdered oatmeal mix into them and microwaved them briefly. Stirring them first, Janelle placed two heaping bowls of microwaved oatmeal on the floor.

"Pets come eat." She snapped her fingers.

Carl, having just dried the frying pan he used for breakfast, fell immediately to his knees. He crawled over and began to eat the oatmeal from the bowl without question.

Delia, was a different story. She slowly got on all fours and approached the bowl. She sat back on her heels and looked down at the mush in the bowl assigned to her.

No spoon. No fruit. No honey. Nothing to make it more dignified to eat. Nothing to make it more tasty. It was just mush in a bowl for her. Her heart sank as she turned her head watching her husband bury his face in his bowl and gobble down the oatmeal.

It was all over his face. He was eating it as hungrily as he would a steak or her pussy. Delia's stomach turned at the idea.

A hand was against the back of Delia's head, and quickly her face was shoved down into the bowl. The warm oatmeal began to overflow from the bowl, it climbed up her face and into her nose. Delia whined and struggled against the hand forcing her face into the bowl.

"Eat you worthless fuck slut." Janelle hissed.

Delia opened her mouth and it was filled with oatmeal. She sucked some in and swallowed it quickly. It was plain oatmeal. There wasn't even a flavor. She shuddered and tears began to roll down her face. It was so dehumanizing to eat out of a bowl on the floor and even more so as the woman pushed her head into it.

"That's a good girl."

Janelle coaxed as she turned Delia's head to ensure she got the sides of the bowl. More of the oatmeal climbed up Delia's face.

"You will learn to be obedient like the sissy. I will train you to be a good bitch in heat."

Delia sat back once Janelle's hand was removed from her head. She was gasping for breath, her face dripped oatmeal on her chest. Tears continued to slide down her face. How did it get like this? Was it all worth it?

"Come Sissy." Emmett snapped his fingers.

Delia turned and watched, as jealousy crept up inside her, while her husband happily crawled behind their Master. It was beginning to get on her nerves that Emmett was using her husband more than her. It was really started to piss her off that she was stuck with Janelle, and her husband got to serve their Master.

Delia was snapped from her jealous glaring by the feeling of a rough warm wash cloth on her face. Janelle was wiping the bit of oatmeal off her. It was a surprisingly caring act.

"Since the sissy will be bathing Emmett, that means we have time to clean your insides."

Delia's eyes widened. Clean her insides? What the hell did that mean?

"They are in the Master bath. That means we will just have to use the hall bath. Come Didi. Come girl."

Janelle threw the washcloth on the counter and began to walk out of the kitchen. Delia slowly crawled behind her. She was terrified of this idea. She didn't trust Janelle. She had a feeling this was going to be terrible for her.

"Face on the tile, ass in the air Didi."

In the bathroom, Delia begrudgingly did what she was told. Her ass was sore from having just been fucked. She wasn't sure what this woman was going to do.

The bit of cool gel caused Delia to shiver. The narrow intruder was a surprise. She had no idea what Janelle was doing and she could only see her feet. It wasn't terribly uncomfortable, especially since she had just been fucked.

"Oooooooooooooohhhh." Delia groaned.

Her muscles began to loosen. She wasn't sure she was going to be able to hold herself up. The warm liquid began to fill her bowels in a rush. Her body tingled all over as Janelle filled her with warm liquid.

Delia had gotten an enema once her in her life. It was when she was constipated in her early twenties. This however, was much different. Her bowels filling with warm liquid caused her belly to distend slightly. Since she was not constipated, the liquid filled her painlessly.

It was so degrading to realize that she was getting wet from arousal as her insides were filled by the woman behind her. As the water rushed inside her and Delia groaned in enjoyment, She felt a short wide hardness against her clit.

Her legs were spread, leaving her sex open to Janelle. Janelle was using her foot to stimulate Delia's clit.

"God you are disgusting." Janelle scolded. "You white twat is dripping while I clean you out."

Delia put her forehead against the tile and whined. It was true. She was so turned on whenever this couple did anything to her. She let out a loud squeal as she felt Janelle's toe slip inside the hole of her sex.

"So fucking wet you whore! You were just fucked and you want more don't you?"

"Yes Nubian Goddess." Delia panted as Janelle's toes wiggled within her.

She had worked three of her toes inside Delia. She was pumping them in and out while Delia pushed back against them.

"It's a good thing you are a black owned pet now then. You can get fucked over and over because we are gonna' breed that white womb. Maybe we should talk to our friend, and get you on those fertility drugs so you can have a litter of superior black babies."

Delia shuddered as another toe slipped inside her desperate hole. Her bowels were so full, it was getting somewhat painful, but she wanted more. She whined and moaned alternating between enjoying and hating the experience.

"I wonder if that useless fuckhole can take my entire foot. Let's try."

With a shove, Delia nearly fell forward. Her pussy stretched, straining against the size of Janelle's foot. Delia let out a loud scream and then the pop happened. All of Janelle's toes were up inside Delia and she was pushing back groaning, her clit on fire. She was so full.

Janelle laughed and pumped her foot more. The way her toes wiggled, it tickled Delia's g-spot. Despite the pain and cramping from her full bowels, Delia felt an orgasm building. She was gasping for breath, desperate now. Delia was desperate for another orgasm at the hands of her owners.

To her shock, Janelle's foot was pulled from her sex abruptly. She felt the tube being removed from her ass and then something longer and thicker was forced in its place. The feeling of fullness continued and Delia exploded in orgasm. Her body twitching as she howled.

Janelle laughed as Delia trembled on the floor of the bathroom. Her bowels filled with liquid, a large anal plug inserted painfully, to keep the liquid inside her, and her pussy dripping cum.

"Shake your ass bitch."

Delia whimpering, coming down from the orgasm did as she was told. Something swished against the back of her legs and she heard Janelle laugh harder. She realized she had a tail. Like a true dog, Delia now had a tail and wore a collar and leash. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. What had she become for these people?

"Okay, you are going to hold this for a while. Up."

Delia, whimpering got up on all fours. The liquid inside her sloshed a bit and the cramping in her belly increased.

Carl, dripping wet, came crawling into the room. Delia stared at him, he smelled of urine, and Delia began to gag. Carl was smiling proudly, happily.

"Oh good!"

Janelle slapped Delia's ass.

"Move to let sissy in. He is in charge of bathing us. A true service slut."

Delia crawled to the side and Carl moved past her. He barely glanced at his wife. Delia, despite being completely disgusted by her gay, urine stinking, husband, felt her heart fall. He should still be concerned for her. However, he appeared to be indifferent to her, ignore her, he seemed to no longer care about her and what he had gotten her into.

Carl turned on the shower, tested the temperature, and then stood waiting for direction. Delia watched as she slipped the robe from Janelle's body, offered her support to enter into the shower, and then climbed in behind her.

Delia was made to watch as her husband lovingly soaped up a loofa. He used to caress the woman's skin. She felt tears slide down her cheeks as he husband, lovingly, tenderly, cleaned every inch of the woman's body.

She had almost made peace with the idea that her husband was a faggot. She had almost made peace with the fact that her husband craved Emmett's big black cock as much as she had. However, watching him bathe another woman, tenderly, and with such affection, was almost too much for her to bear.

Delia felt the tug of her leash from behind her. She had almost forgotten that she was wearing it. She turned, Emmett, fully dressed in a T-shirt and shorts was standing behind her holding the end of her leash. Delia's heart swooned. It was her turn to be with her Master.

He didn't say anything. He instead pulled her toward the master bedroom. Delia crawled along hopefully. Without even realizing it, Delia was wagging her new tail. Her bowled sloshed filled with liquid. It was painful, but she kept telling her it was worth it.

She felt it might be worth it to get some private time with her Master. It would be worth it for him to use her the way she had been imagining since the day she met him. Without all the others around them, she wanted him to make love to her. Maybe the game was all about show.

The fleeting hopeful optimism was dashed when Delia entered into the bathroom following her Master. In the center of the glass enclosed shower was a bucket.

"You will crouch over the bucket. I will remove your tail for now. We need you cleaned for tonight's activities."

Whimpering Delia nodded. "Yes Master."

He stroked her hair and then shoved her forward. Delia crawled into the shower and squatted over the bucket. She closed her eyes and the tears slid down her face again. She knew exactly what was going to happen. Her stomach was cramping terribly.

It was like a dam burst when Emmett removed her plug. The soiled liquid spewed from her bowels at first without her control. It splashed into the bucket and up her legs as she blushed profusely.

To her dismay, Emmett stood over her, with his arms crossed, monitoring her humiliation. She could not bring herself to look him in the eye as her bowels emptied into the bucket.

The fear of what was going to happen with the contents of the bucket didn't fill Delia until she forced the last remaining contents of her bowels into it. She prayed to God that she would not be made to wear her own feces That would just be too much.

To her thankful surprise, once she stopped dripping, Emmett took the bucket and dumped it into the toilet. She breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

"Didi, all fours."

Delia did as she was instructed. Her ass felt so empty now that the plug was taken out. She watched as Emmett rinsed it in the sink. He then jerked her leash, without saying anything to her, and led her through the house.

The sounds of ecstasy from the other bathroom didn't even phase Delia. Initially, she had been heartbroken to see Carl with Janelle. However, now that Delia was with her Master, Carl wasn't even a blip on her emotional radar.

It didn't occur to her until she felt the grass under her palms and naked shins did Delia even realize that Emmett had taken her outside. Her heart quickened. It was nearly the afternoon. That would mean their neighbors would be out in their yards. This significantly increased her odds of being seen on a leash held by Emmett.

She saw that Emmett was leading her to a large basin. He pointed to it without saying a word. Delia whimpered but did what she was told without hesitating. She had no idea what was in store for her but knew there was nothing she could do about it.

Emmett brought a hose from around the house and was carrying a bottle of soap. Delia's heart flipped in terror when she realized what was about to happen. She screamed when the cold spray from the hose hit her body. It was like pure ice.

Emmett wet Delia down. He then took a rough sponge, filled with body wash, and began to soap up her body. He roughly ran the sponge over her arms, legs, and belly. She spread her legs and forced the sponge over her sex.

His hands spread her folds and he squeezed her clit. Delia let out a guttural moan and did it again. Over and over he squeezed and rolled her slit. This caused her cold body to begin to heat up despite the temperate of the water he was using to bathe her.

Emmett forced three fingers deep into her pussy. Delia shivered not from the cold this time but from being used by her Master. He pumped them in and out of her pussy, which was getting sore from all the stretching that was happening.

The sponge then came down between her ass cheeks. Her sore asshole was the next to get filled. With his other hand he worked three fingers inside her asshole. She squealed and he laughed.

Emmett would insert his fingers, four of them, deep into her pussy and withdraw the three from her ass. When he pushed the three in her ass, he would pull the four out of her pussy. He kept a thumb on her clit and press and rubbed it.

Delia was groaning and moaning completely ignoring that she was in a basin in the backyard. She was focusing on the sensation. She was focusing on the use her Master was giving her. Her body so full, her body of use to him. She was savoring every second.

"You gonna' gape tonight Didi. We gonna' open up your little pet hole. It's mine. You're my pet."

"Yes Master, yours oh God, I am yours Master." She nodded and realized she wanted all of it. She wanted all he was offering her. She needed it. If it meant she got his cock, the world be damned, she was black owned.

He removed his fingers from her holes and she immediately whined. It was like the world crashed back into focus when her stretched out holes were emptied. She blinked a few time and realized she was on all fours in a basin, covered in soap, being hosed down by her neighbor. She was wearing a collar and leash, and was a human pet.

Before she could even think to react, the cold spray hit her sex and she screamed out loud. It was like a million needles of ice being pressed into her skin. He had it on jet, and he was hosing her pussy.

"Gotta have a clean white cunt."

Delia cried out louder. She shivering now. It was the cold. The sexiness of the moment was lost. It was gone immediately when the hose hit her. Tears welled up and fell down her face, mixing with the water in the basin. She was nothing more than an animal to this man.