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.
