I had been dating Judy off and on for about a year. We had decided it was a relationship based on two things, first limited friendship and sex. I had found I could never trust her enough as a lover to have a long-term relationship with her. As far as sex went, she was a lousy lay. She gave good head, but when it came to a fuck, she wanted to lay back and do nothing. I knew she was fantasying about being tied to the bed and she claimed she wanted me to do that to her. She knew that I had a collection of BDSM stuff and had a part time slave and both ideas turned her on. BUT she had been abused by her second husband to the point that he went to jail for a few years. The guy was really sick and I just didn’t trust her to be over it, so I wanted to keep our sex very vanilla. Since we had agreed to be friends and fuck on occasion, which basically was when she was horny and willing to ask me for it. (That was as close as I would go to humiliating, making her ask me for a fuck.)
As friends we often went to a local singles club Saturday night dance. We went as friends and would dance once together and the rest apart. No strings attached and if one of got lucky the other would get out of the way. We were not living together, just driving together.
One night we walked in to find a true Nubian Goddess. Tracey was about 5’7” tall, dark black silky skin with long legs and long fingernails. What caught my eye first was the skin tight leather pants, then I noticed the silky purple blouse that made it clear she had perfect 36 C breast and no bra, only then did I see a smile that made my heart stop and eyes that revealed a wonderful soul.
As soon as Judy and I finished our traditional first dance, I had planned to try and meet Tracey, but I did not have the chance. To my pleasure she was waiting on me. As I left the dance floor, she took my hand and led me back to the dance floor. No words were spoken. It was a slow dance, “The Rose” by Bette Midler, my favorite. As we danced she kept her body applied to mine. She raised her lips to my ear with a playful bite, and then said, “I have wanted to meet you for some time. My name is Tracey and I want you to do some things for me.”
I didn’t get a chance to say a word. “I know you have trained slaves for some time. I want to be trained but not as a slave, as a Mistress. I will make it worth you time.”
As the song ended I told her I would think about. She kept my hand in hers and led me outside. I should point out the single dance does not allow any kissing or such in the building. As we stepped to a secluded area she raised her lips to mine. Before I could do more than just touch her lips her tongue was half way down my throat. Most guys never allow the woman to French back, but I love it. My hands stayed on her ass, enjoy the feeling of the leather over the firm buttocks. She worked her way down from my lips until she pulled just far enough back to unzip my pants. Then holding my hands back and using just her tongue and mouth she worked my eight and half inches out from the underwear and pants. She paused only long enough to tell me how glad she was that it was. She did express some concern that she might have trouble taking it up the ass, but hoped to try soon.
To say she proceeded to give me a blowjob is not even an understatement. She worshipped my cock; she made love to it with her mouth. Her tongue twisted and circled my full shaft. She had her mouth next to my pubic hair and yet it felt as if her tongue was jerking me off inside her mouth. She could really have done the proverbial “suck a golf ball through a water hose” – I did not even shoot a load – she drained every drop of cum my balls held, I can not even remember ejaculating, just filling her with my cum.
Eventually she freed my hands from her grasp and zipped my pants back up. She plastered herself against me for another long kiss. As we separated she told me that a friend of hers was my part time slave. Tracey wanted to learn to have that power over men and women. Before going back into the dance we traded business cards and home numbers. I was pleased to learn she was a top lawyer in Little Rock.
As we walked back into the dance, her arm was around my waist and my hand was on her ass. We danced two more dances, then took a break. I would say we did that to keep from looking so obvious, but it was too late for that. She had another guy take her onto the floor for more dancing. As the only black woman there, and the hottest woman there, lots of guys wanted her. While I was taking a drink of my rum and coke, Judy walked up to me. Basically she was pissed that I would even talk to a black woman. She gave me the standard “no race mixing” quotes, exhibiting her hatred and vile views. I quickly reminded her that we were friends and not in any real relationship, so her views did not matter to me.
Before she could say anything else, I noticed the man who had been dancing with Tracey seemed to be doing the same to her. Tracey slapped his face hard and I left Judy to rescue Tracey, even though she did not need my help. We went back to the dance floor. I learned that the guy was a friend of Judy’s and she had talked him into explaining to Tracey that she should be with her “own kind”. I asked if that meant she should be at a place that was only women? That did get a laugh from her.
As we walked off the dance floor this time, Judy was waiting for us. She started to “explain” things to us. At this point I reminded Judy that we were in her car and I did not need a ride home, and to make it even better, Tracey and I were leaving.
Tracey gave me ride back to my house. On the way we talked about finding slaves and how to train them and I answered many of her questions. But I pointed out that it was not so much of knowing what to do, it was more or less just having an attitude. I pointed out she already had the attitude and I would gladly show her the ropes – so to speak.
When we got back to my place I told her she just had to follow my lead. While I would be telling her what to do, I did not want her to think of herself as my slave, just an obedient lover.
First thing on the evening’s agenda was to order a pizza. I had something more in mind though. I called a special place where Jared worked. Jared was a neighbor in college, about 19 or 20 years old with a firm and hard body. While I had never made a pass at him, I suspected he was bi and clearly had a submissive side to him. I asked if it was possible to have Jared make the delivery – and was tickled to learn he would be on his way home and we would be his last delivery.
