Six months had passed since the New Year's Eve party where Tyra claimed me as her own. Much had happened an my life was now totally different than it had been that night that seemed ages ago. I had also learned much about what had happened, and why.
It started when my supposed girlfriend dumped me on New Year's Eve, prompting my boss, Tyra's brother, to invite me to a New Year's Eve party he was throwing. There, Tyra swept in, took control of me, had me worship her massive ass orally and eat her pussy to several orgasms. She then finished the evening by dressing me in panties and lingerie and fucking me up the ass with a strap on dildoe. She said it was the last part of my entrance exam. Apparently I passed and she marked me as hers by making me drink her piss.
It seemed strange given that I had only met Tyra once, briefly a few months earlier. She caught me staring at her ass, asked me if I liked what I saw, and when I said yes replied that was sweet and wandered off. Little did I know at the time that Tyra was attracted to me and was already wondering if I could be the white submissive, sissy, bitch boy she wanted. Nor did I realize it when she started a plan to see if I had the submissive nature she suspected I had.
Tyra hired a black hooker to pretend she was interested in me. She came up to me in a bar where I was having a beer after work and started talking to me. I have always been physically attracted to black women and am pretty sure that I had mentioned that casually to my boss, Tyra's brother, and he had told her. So, I was receptive to the hookers advances, not knowing she was being paid. Looking back perhaps I should have realized that she was a little too friendly, a little too quickly. I wound up back at her place where I ate her pussy while jerking off. That was our sex life. She sat on my face. I jerked off while eating her pussy or ass. I never pushed her for more than that. Facts I'm sure she reported to Tyra.
So I was set up. Once Tyra was convinced I could be controlled, she told the hooker to dump me on New Years Eve. Tyra's brother, my boss, was in on it. Ready to come to the rescue with a last minute invite to a party.
Now it was six months later and Tyra had revealed the whole plot to me. I was hopelessly in her web so there was no harm in telling me how I had been trapped. She seemed to gloat a bit about it too.
My life changed immediately. Tyra's brother informed me that I was going to be fired after the holiday because he had planted evidence that I had stolen money from the company. That would make it nearly impossible to find another job. I had also told the hooker about my shaky financial situation, so Tyra new I'd get evited from my apartment because I wouldn't be able to pay the rent.
My world was suddenly in ashes, but Tyra took me into her muscular arms and said, "Don't worry. I take care of what's mine. You'll move in with me." So I did, and spent the next week selling or giving away everything I had except for a few personal items. Tyra took the money from what I had sold, and I had nothing. She was all that stood between me and being homeless.
Tyra explained the house rules to me. I was given a small, very small, room. The door could be locked or unlocked only from the outside. She had the only key and could lock me in, but i couldn't keep her out. She said not to worry about the size of the room, I'd be sleeping with her, but would be locked in my room if I was bad.
She insisted that I call her Ty, and that she'd punish me if I forgot. She said she would call me Jenny.
