My previous slave training had taught me not to speak unless spoken to, but I would've told her that I would have given it to her anytime. She didn't need to force me.
"Now!" She announced in a commanding tone. "You must atone for a few things." She sat on my chest with her eyes looking into mine. "For depriving me of the my privately owned big black dick for the next twenty years!"
The vicious slap burned the side of my face and snapped my head to the side. A matching backhander seared the other side of my face, and snapped my head to the other side. Then another forehand, another backhand, another forehand, another backhand, made my face feel like tenderized meat. "I am a woman scorned, slave!" That was followed by two more forehands and backhands. Being face-slapped made me feel hurt as well as humiliation.
Then she reached behind her and got a firm grip on my still hard cock. Instead of a tender caress, it was a tight-fisted squeeze. Cringing in shooting pain, my cries of anguish filled the room. Not satisfied yet, she smoothly moved her hand to my vulnerable balls. In no time I was screaming and writhing, There was nothing I could do to lessen the painful pressure as beads of sweat formed on my forehead. Nobody had ever brought me to tears before, but soon I was blubbering. Mercifully, Mistress Black Canary finally released her grip on my balls. Coupled with that earlier slap, my nuts ached like hell as tears ran down my face.
Then holding herself up by her arms, She looked down at my suffering, so that her clearly visible breasts were pointing right over my face. Pulling the thin material to the side, she pushed both tits onto either side of my nose, smothering me...and I loved it. If She wanted to smother me to death, I'd let Her. Then She pushed a nipple into my mouth. "Lick!" was her terse command, which I had no trouble following. Predictably this caused my steely manhood to tent my panties out even farther. Tonguing that hardened nub, I heard her gasp. Repeating the process on Her other nipple, my only intention was to please Her.
Then slowly the dark skinned vixen dragged her silky breasts down the front of my stretched out body. The feeling was ecstatic! When She reached my crotch She firmly grasped the waistband of my panties and dragged them to my knees. A wide smile looked into my face as she dragged her tits over my raging cock.
"Wanna cum slave?" She asked teasingly.
"YYYes Mistress" I gasped.
Cruelly, She lifted her breasts. A mocking laugh followed. Then She lifted my cock up between her thumb and forefinger, and ran Her finger around the sensitive head. I could feel my juices churning in my balls. Then with hardness-of-heart, she released Her hold. Then She did something which almost blew my load. She bent Her head down beween my splayed legs and licked my tender balls.
"Your balls have taken a lot of punishment today; I am not a sadistic bitch!" Her tongue was so soothing, I forgot all about the excruciating torture I had received.
She abruptly stopped licking and leaned over me again with those magnificent tits pointing toward my face. My eyes were pleading with Her to continue licking, but She laughed scornfully.
"You may only cum, slave, when I allow it!"
Swallowing hard, I looked downward and with a barely audible voice answered, "Yes Mistress."
"And you must earn the right to cum. So far you haven't," She said with glaring eyes.
"Yes Mistress."
"Frank!" Mistress called out to the big man, who was upstairs. I could hear the lumbering footsteps.
"Yes ma'am?
"Put my new slave over the spanking bench."
Dutifully, the giant freed my ankles and wrists, then forcibly yanked me up by my hair. He handled me like a ragdoll, as he forced me to follow him over to the wooden device that resembled a saw horse. It was padded on top, which meant it really wasn't hard to take when he laid me across it lengthwise. Efficiently, the strong man attached my wrists and ankles to the legs, which left my butt-cheeks presentable to anyone. The panties had already been yanked off before my ankles were secured.
"Now slave, let's see how much your ass can take."
Having experienced this before with other Mistresses, I was pretty sure I could hold out. Feeling the coolness of the hard-leather paddle on my upturned buttocks, I relaxed my rear muscles. With forcefullness Mistress Black Canary unleashed a fury of hard spanks to my nether globes. The heat was building steadily, but I remained stoic. The swats came so fast, I lost track of the number. Then She stopped.
Was it over? I thought.
She was only switching paddles.
The next strike hurt far more than any others so far. There was no give to it. I was soon writhing, as she kept up the onslaught. Being in this position, I really couldn't see what She was using, but it was harder than what She used before. Ten more swats and I was pleading for Her to stop.
She leaned over and whispered in my ear. "You don't get a safe-word slave! Your spanking will be over when I say it is!"
Then she showed me the shiny wooden implement. "You get ten more, and I want you to count them!"
Humiliatingly, She indeed forced me to count the last ten. By the time She finished, I was almost brought to tears again. My ass burned and I was sure the color matched my panties.
As Mistress strolled back to hang up the wooden paddle, She told me that she had to find out what what my limit was, and that I had taken it well. I didn't forget to thank Her. She then rubbed some cool soothing lotion on my burning buttocks and I thanked her again.
"Spanking you slave has tired me out a bit. I'm going upstairs. Relax for a while; your slave-training will continue once I have rested."
About a half-hour later, I heard footsteps on the wooden stairs.
I heard Mistress's voice. "Chain him up!"
Quickly and efficiently, Frank freed my wrists and ankles, yanked me up again by my hair, and forced me to follow him toward two parallel chains dangling from the ceiling. The giant forced my wrists into the leather cuffs attached to the chains. He then forced my ankles into two matching cuffs, that forced my legs three feet wide.
Feeling assailable, I watched as the gorgeous black woman approached my chained up form. She teased me by running a fingernail down my body, drawing a sensuous sigh when she ran it softly over my pulsing manhood.
Withdrawing her hand, she walked over to her toys hanging on the wall. "I saw the marks Mistress Grey Sparrow left on your body, slave. Let's see if I can match her effort, or do better." Removing a black-tailed flogger from its hook, she snapped the tails in the air. "Yes I think this will do," she said with an intimidating laugh.
I relaxed myself as much as I could, keenly aware of Her presence directly behind me. The first stripe landed in the middle of my back, causing an audible grunt from my lips. Another slash landed an inch from the first one, forcing the identicle yelp from my lips. Then over and over, up, down and around She whipped me. Back, buttocks, thighs and chest felt the brunt of Her long leather tails, as She circled my chained up frame. Mistress Black Canary was indeed matching the assault on my body, that Mistress Grey Sparrow had exacted.
Arching my body in an effort to relieve the ever- increasing sting was really futile. My brutal whipping continued until I was literally hanging limp by my wrists.
Mercifully, she stopped.
I felt her hand lifting my chin up. "You've done well slave. You have one more test, before I admit you as my slaveboy." My "Yes Mistress" was a whisper. She left me there, as She and Frank took another break.
An hour later, I once again heard the footsteps. Also, once again, Frank released my wrists and ankles and dragged me by my hair to another part of the vast dungeon. This time the big man forced into a jack-knife position over a contraption similar to the spanking bench. Only this time my head and feet were pointed downward, and my butt was raised in a much more accommodating position. The purpose was plainly obvious. Once I felt soft hands on my butt-cheeks, I knew my time was near. When the bulbous object pressed against my rear passage, I tried to relax. I had done the same at Mistress Grey Sparrow's.
Steadily, the head of the dildo forced its way inside and I groaned loudly. While I did not have a virgin ass, the unvarying force was parting my anal walls so completely, that I couldn't help but cry out. However, when it reached that wonderful void past my sphincter, the estatic pleasure was worth the initial pain. Then she withdrew until just the tip was still imbedded. She then pushed it in more forcefully, drawing a louder cry from my lips. But then the bliss! She pulled back again, and then in, harder. I yelped...Then once again the joy. Then in-and-out, in-an-out, She began fucking my ass faster, drawing agonizing anguish and savory sighs from my lips.
"Atta boy, take your fucking like the slave you are!"
At that point from my jack-knifed position I could see Frank's bare feet standing in front of the fucking-bench, which is what Mistress called it. He pulled up my head by my hair, which allowed me to see that Frank was completely naked. His rock hard big cock was pointed directly at my face.
