Becoming Black Owned Pt. 07

Shivering, Delia was permitted to walk behind Emmett, holding her leash, back into the house. She felt defeated, broken. She was dreading that evening, dreading and a small hint of her, her submissive core, her slut core, was looking forward to it. That realization, knowing that she was changing, becoming what he wanted her to be, a depraved black cock hungry slut, filled her with shame.

Her head hung low, Delia slowly followed Emmett through the house. She didn't see Carl right away or Janelle. She wondered where they were. Carl led her to the room with the kennels, the cages, where she had spent her night. It was then she realized that she had only been awake for a few hours but she was already exhausted. As if sensing this Emmett gestured for her to return to her cage.

She whimpered. She didn't want to return to the cage. She didn't want to go back inside. He glared at her and then his large dark hand swatted at her ass cheek. The crack of his dark hand meeting her pale buttocks caused her to squeal. Further defeated, Delia got on her knees.

However, when she began to crawl into the cage, she discovered she couldn't. The slack on her leash was not enough for her to go far. She chocked a bit as the collar pressed hard against her throat. She turned and looked up at him confused. What was she to do?

Emmett merely smiled. He went toward the closet and pulled out a blanket. It looked similar to a moving blanket. He folded it a few times and placed it on top of her cage. He then gestured again. Furrowing her brow, thinking she understands, Delia rises up and sits on the blanket on the cage.

Emmett is quick. He snaps her collar down onto the cage after he pushes her chest. He pulls her ass down so that it's at the edge of the mouth of the cage. He fits her wrists and her ankles with cuffs and attaches them to the cage. Delia's arms are at her sides, but fastened to the cage with little gold locks. Her ankles are spread apart and attached to the bottom of the cage. Her neck is attached to the top of the cage. She could move is she wanted to, but the cage would move with her.

Emmett smiled down at her. He left the room briefly, leaving her tied down and spread. She was used to this position for him. He enjoyed having access to her holes. Despite herself, Delia was getting wet again. She couldn't believe that this position, after all the treatment, still aroused her. It was mortifying.

Emmett returned with some brown rope. Delia was confused. She was already bound, what was he going to do with that narrow, rough, scratchy looking rope? Working fast, he began to coil it around one breast and then the other. The pressure built quickly. Delia winced when she felt the harshness of the rope.

Soon her breasts stood, two large balls of flesh, tied at the base with coiled rope, on my chest, my pierced nipples straight up toward the sky. He smiled at me and ran his hands over my breasts. I realized they felt fuller, they felt heavy, and they were much more sensitive. I moaned as he barely grazed my skin.

"I can't wait to suck the milk from these when you're bred." He whispers. "You gonna' be a fat little hu-cow. You will leak and be milked daily."

She whimpered. She wanted to protest. She wanted to scream, no, never. The idea of him drinking her milk causes her heart to flutter. She says the only thing that she is allowed to say.

"Yes Master."

His fingers find her nipples, fighting to be erect. The sensitivity of them being pierced has increased and her guttural groan is deep. Her sex tingles, swells, grows moist and begins to ache as if she hadn't been touched in ages instead of minutes.

He flicked the rings decorating her pink nipples, hardened into pearls and she sucks in her bottom lip. His touch could be so erotic, so intoxicating. She could lose herself in it; she found she was craving it, his touch, and his use. No matter how depraved, how humiliating, how embarrassing she wanted it, she needed it. Delia balled her fists at the side of her body as he teased one nipple and then the other.

"Didi the human cow leaking milk for all the black men in town to drink while she carries a womb filled with black babies."

It was as though Emmett were saying it to himself and not her. Her body zinged as he pulled and pinched her nipples. Her mind swimming as if drunk on his power, his dominance, his control of her and she couldn't believe she said it when it came out.

"Yes Master, superior black men, superior black babies." It was as if she was channeling Carl. Did she really believe that?

She heard him chuckle. "Good Didi. Good pet. You are learning."

Her body hummed as he praised her. She looked down, to watch his hands and was startled to see that her breasts had begun to change colors. They were a deep red; the rope must be cutting off circulation. She whimpered, concerned for her body. Emmett ignored her and continued to toy with her sensitive nipples.

"My Lord," Carl appeared in the doorway with Janelle behind him.

Carl stood, naked, clean shaven, with his face glistening. He still stunk of urine but his body was dry. Emmett turned with a hand petting and stroking Delia's ball of bound breast flesh.

"Yes Sissy?"

"My Nubian Goddess wishes me to be dressed and instructed me to ask for my proper under garments my Lord."

Emmett smiled as his hand fell from Delia. Immediately she is disappointed. It was a rare tender moment, or well the closest to tender she had ever experienced with Emmett, him stroking her breasts and talking to just her. She was really starting to resent Carl, to resent any time he got with their Master.

Janelle entered the room and snickered down at Delia. She squatted down by the cage and her hands cupped Delia's bound breasts roughly. Delia winched and let out a whine. Janelle, Delia was learning, was always much more rough and cruel with her. Janelle's fingers dug into her bound, sensitive, now purple breasts, molding, kneading the flesh as she watched Emmett and Carl.

Emmett went to the closet of the room and came out with something in his hand. It was something that Delia had never seen before. It was a clear plastic mold of something. Delia didn't truly understand what was going on.

"Up sissy."

Carl rose to his feet and hung his head as if embarrassed to be standing. Emmett squatted down and was now eye level with Carl's crotch. Delia was conflicted. It was not the image she was used to seeing, Emmett lower than her husband. It was uncomfortable, and it appeared to be uncomfortable for Carl who was fidgeting.

Sharp pain filled Delia's nipple and worked through her body, down to her pulsing clit. She let out a yelp as Janelle pinched her pierced nipples hard. Janelle giggled as if she were just trying to remind Delia that she was present.

"Sissy, there will be lots of black cocks over tonight. We cannot have you lose focus. You are our service sissy."

"Yes my Lord, always yours, my Lord."

"Yes sissy," Emmett chuckled, "but since you can't seem to control your little dicklette I am going to do it for you."

"Thank you my Lord, I relish all the control you take. I am such an inferior creature my Lord, please impose your will, please show me how superior you are in every way my Lord."

"This is a chastity device sissy. This will keep your dicklette under control. No hard-ons, no relief unless I grant it sissy."

"Oh thank you my Lord. Thank you for controlling my sissy dicklette my Lord, your dicklette."

Emmett chuckled and rose to his feet. He took his left hand, palm down, and motioned for Carl to get down. Immediately, relief washed over Carl's face, and he fell to his knees smiling. His eyes went down his naked body, Delia's followed, and the two stared at the plastic encased white limp dick.

"The hormones you are getting, they will help your dicklette become the useless piece of flesh you are. It will shrink and your ability to maintain an erection will be worse than it is now sissy."

"Thank you my Lord."

Delia couldn't believe her ears. Her husband was thanking him? His erection problems had been a sore spot in their marriage for years. It had been the sole reason they were in this position. Why would he thank him for that?

"You will only be granted orgasm, release, from anal stimulation; we will work your prostate sissy."

"Oh my Lord!" Carl began to blubber; tears fell down his face, "Thank you my Lord!"

Emmett and Janelle laughed at that moment. "Yes sissy, you are a good pet to thank me. You will be a true white sissy bitch boi, we will milk your prostate when we see fit. Your only release will be when we, all black men, and some black women with strap-ons, fuck that sweet boicunt."

"Thank you my Lord." Was all Carl could muster?

The shame filled Delia again. Her nipples on fire, her breasts felt so heavy. Janelle was idly stroking her nipples with her long sharp fingernails. Each pass of her nail caused Delia's pussy to ache, to twitch, and to beg to be touched. The smell of her arousal was filling the room.

All the while, her husband just had his cock locked up. He just was told that his cock would become even less useful than it was before. It was going to shrink! God! What had Delia married? She was such a fool. Her faggot husband was practically a woman, a sissy, a true sissy.

Emmett turned around and eyed Janelle, "These two have had a full morning my sweet. Let's let them rest, they have a long night ahead of them. Besides, I am craving some sweet black pussy."

Janelle smiled and leaned down so her lips were against Delia's ear. "You hear that white bitch." She whispered. "He wants black pussy, he craves it. You are nothing more than a hole to fill when I ain't around. Never forget your worthless white place cum bucket."

She roughly slapped Delia's breasts three times each. Delia tried to jerk, but only caused the cage to bounce as she screamed. Her breasts so full and sensitive from the binding were now pulsing in pain. Janelle laughed as she rose to her feet. She walked across the room and took Emmett's outstretched hand.

They shared a passionate, lust filled kiss. It was long, loving. Emmett's hands slid all over her body until they settled on her ample ass. He dug his fingers in and pulled up, pulling Janelle up on her toes. He had a good grip on her round plush rump.

Delia filled with jealousy. Her Master should be kissing her that way. He should be using her for his pleasure. That was her purpose, to meet his sexual needs. Her body ached for him. She hated Janelle more now, knowing she got the tender side of Emmett that Delia would never get. She would never get it because she was white.

"Sissy, untie the white cunt's breasts. We will need them later."

"Yes my Lord."

Quickly Carl crawled over to Delia. His fingers pulled roughly and unceremoniously at her bounds. Delia groaned, and frowned in disappointment. She had enjoyed the idea that her body was on display, was presented the way Emmett had wanted.

A loud moan came from the black couple, very much in love, in the doorway. Delia closed her eyes. She didn't want to see it. They walked out of the room and shut the door.

Once her breasts were free, Carl returned to his open cage. He curled up into a naked ball. Delia was still attached to the cage. She was spread open, comfortably for the first time since meeting Emmett. Soon the steady breathing of her husband sleeping filled her ears. She wondered how he could be so content this way.

She was tired too. It had been a long morning. It had been filled with orgasms, with training, with abuse, and wish use. She could use a nap herself. Before Delia realized, her eyes had closed and she fell into the darkness of her own dreamless sleep.