Jacinta's Story Ch. 05

Driving into work the next morning...thru the heavy traffic...blinking...trying to wake up. Thinking a little of her clients...business she is trying to complete... and if her perverted "play". It keeps her going...wound up, even if it sometimes distracts her from real work.

She struggles into the building and in the elevator, up to her floor...thru the electronic doors, and into her office. Drops her bags on chairs, floor and sits down to flip on the computer and log in.

Wades thru the early morning emails...stock market reports ...upcoming meetings. filing paperwork. Checks her contact system...sees who she has to call...trying to remember what projects she is working on. She works on for a few hours, feels herself tiring, and opens a new window. Looks around guiltily...logs on to alt.

Checks her mail on alt...smiles... checks to see who is in the gallery, then moves to see who is in the special interest group rooms. Checks the rooms...peeks into some...pauses at the Black Masters, white slaves room. Bites her lip...enters looking for the Black Men who had used her before.

Sees they aren't there ...but, decides to kneel... in the room recalling the positive reaction to the submissive posture of a white slave by the black men. She enters information, typing away....kneeling...mentioning her office attire, her professional blond coif.

She searches the members in the room... sees a BlackPimpDaddy...smiles... trying to remember...recalls the name. Wasn't this Roggie? She winces, trying to recall... jeesh.

She sees him approach her...grab her hair!?

Oh my.....!?!? He is so... strong, so... assertive... he doesn't seem like Roggie. He offers to collar her... collar her!!!??

Whhhaaa--?? Nooo way...but then... he threatens her.

"This is your one chance"

Huh??......

She dumbly mumbles an 'ok' to his collaring of her. Before she knows what has happened, she is collared and enslaved. This guy is serious, she thinks. She feels a strange vibration inside her as he talks to her. She plays along, waiting for his fantasy to end, but...hey this isn't Roggie at all, she realizes. This is a serious guy. She checks his profile...Cyprus!!....Cyprus??? He isn't an American black...mind reeling.

He takes her to a special room and uses her forcing her to whore for Him and whore for him and whore for him. She is slowly exhausted, worn down by the long usage, forced to gag on his cock. He doesn't wish to her to suck him. He wants her to take his cock down her throat.

Usually she pretends this is impossible, and gags but, he is unrelenting, forcing her to gag...relax, forcing her to gag again. She becomes exhausted from his insistence, over and over. He begins beating her. She actually feels it... his domination... his strength. Decides she should take his cock down her throat... let him fuck her throat.

She can feel his cock in her throat, sliding in and out. She feels herself moistening.

Jeeez...

Then he beats her ... again.... forcing her submission.

Jeez......

Feels her self wanting to please him...feels her self becoming a white slave....for him..

Feels her pussy becoming raw from his crop... forced to respond quickly ... unable to take a break ... he makes her say ...repeat what a stupid whore she is... all his rules... Christ, she can't remember them all... forgets one... beaten again... struggling even in her office...sweating to remember...

By the time He is done with her she is a limp, exhausted rag. She feels her self twitching in real time to his berating, his threats, his intimidation, his use. He wants to pierce her. Pierce her for rings!! Her nose!!!???! Feels her nose...Christ ...she would be like an African tribal woman...or her clit...uughhhhhhh!

Grunts to herself... pictures him... leading her by the ... clitoris...on a leash.

Jeezuz...

She gulps...feeling her face heat. He sounds serious!!

He has her so flustered, she actually feels like a slave. She can tell he really is black by his attitude. White men don't... think ... act like that.

She can just see him leading her into a restaurant in the city, all black, telling her she has to keep her eyes down... and act subservient, his slave, then maybe making her kneel on the floor next to his chair... the blacks pointing at the blonde whore, giggling. His hand petting her head... mashing down her hair over her eyes... feeding her from his hand like she is a dog.

Jeezus.....

A leash connected to her clitoris... him going to the men's room... taking her along... pulling the leash... black people pointing... smirking... tying the leash to the handle of a rack by the door... making her kneel... head bowed... men coming in and out...the white slave waiting by the door for her master... his tying the leash so tight she can't move.

...or taking her in the men's room....tying her by the leash to a urinal.... Then tying her wrists behind her... making her offer her mouth to men...

She gasps... shakes her head to clear it. She sees she has arrived home, from work.