After being blindfolded and tied to the bed for almost an hour, Dela suddenly started to cry. I imagined it was the humiliation, the pain and maybe the frustration that finally had become to much for her. I had abused and hurt her all this time and had let her come close to an orgasm at least two times without actually letting her climax, so she must have been pretty desperate. Although I had strictly forbidden her to make any sound, she had moaned and begged continuously for the last couple of minutes. And now she had begun to sob, the blindfold stopping her tears from running down her cheeks.
I must admit the sight of this helpless weeping sex slave did not particularly calm me down – on the contrary. I felt like a predator having paralysed his prey with a fierce bite in the neck, taking its time to play around with its terrified victim before ripping it apart. The mix of cruelty and lust dazed my brain and tickled my balls. I think never before I had felt the emotion of absolute power so intense.
This was partly the achievement of Dela as well, since she played the part of slave with excellence. She didn't pretend, she really was a servant, surrendering to her master in ultimate obedience. It might have been because she actually had some ancient slave blood running in her veins. She had told me she was born on some Caribbean island, her mother a black Creole, her father a white European. The racial mix had given Dela the typical Mulatta looks, a lovely warm coffee skin, broad hips and long black curly hair smelling of coconut oil. She had a buxom figure without being fat, her ass was firm and her breasts were huge.
I guess a pair of tits like that usually attract men like mosquito's to an oil lamp, but Dela wasn't as sweet as she looked. She had a sharp tongue and a quick wit to back off any unwanted sexual approach. Knowing this I wouldn't even have tried to come on to her with some stupid oneliner, but luckily in my case that wasn't necessary. On a party of a mutual friend she had started a conversation with me, telling me almost instantly she liked my – I quote - 'choirboy' appearance. Her directness made me drop my defences and we talked all night, ending up fucking like rabbits in my apartment for three days continuously.
So how come she ended up lying naked on my bed, her hands cuffed above her head to the bedpost, her feet tied with rope to the metal frame under the mattress? Actually she had to blame herself, since she had brought up the fantasy of being dominated in the first place. Although she didn't say it, I sensed she liked the idea, which instantly stirred up my imagination. I tried my best not to sound to eager so we dropped the subject, but my mind kept running and a plan formed in my head. As soon as Dela fell asleep I dug up my equipment. She squeaked when I woke her up with a slap in the face, finding out she could not move her arms and legs. She looked up to me in full surprise and was just able to see my huge erection before I put the blindfold on her eyes.
After she had made some useless attempts to get loose and asked me what I was doing, she quickly understood her position when I explained she had become my sex slave and that resisting would only make things worse. I had started on her quite easily, sitting on top of her, fucking her slowly between her tits while twisting her swollen brown nipples with my fingers and thumb. "No, please, it hurts!," she had begged with a little voice but after I told her to shut up and slapped her face some more, she kept her lips tightly shut, only producing some vague 'aahmmmm' sound when I squeezed her tits too hard.
She did not keep her lips shut though when I started jacking off near her face, smearing my pre-cum all over her face and mouth. I guess the smell aroused her because she kept sticking out her tongue, licking off the cum and trying to get hold of my cock. However, every time her exploring tongue came near I slapped my dick violently in her face, telling her to back off - which she did, but only until the pain had passed and she dared to open her mouth again, welcoming my big cock inside. I couldn't resist and I let her suck on it for a while. Inside her mouth I felt her tongue moving quickly around my penis head, stimulating the juices to flow, so I fiercely pulled back. "LISTEN, you whore," I yelled at her, while I grabbed her hair and shook her head up and down until she screamed. "You must think you are one hot cum slut but right now you are nothing, you hear, NOTHING! I am your master and you do as I say. You are a worthless bitch and in the next couple of hours, maybe days, I will teach you some manners. NOW WHO AM I?"
