(Everyone in this story is 18 and older. If you do not like Trans, Gay sex, anal, or other crazy stuff, then I suggest you find a different story.)
Eden was actually very excited despite what she was about to do. She glanced at her flawless ebony body in the mirror before donning the uniform she had been provided from The Company. The thin black cocktail dress barely covered her thick, juicy ass and her round 36DD-cups barely fit inside the top. She stepped each of her little feet into the four-inch black stilettos and straightened herself. She liked the way the heels made her legs look even more toned. She tied her jet-black hair into the required ponytail and let it fall to her mid-back. She applied the dark eyeliner and the black eyeshadow along with the mascara. Finally, she applied the gothic black lipstick and gave herself a kiss in the mirror. She hoped her master would be impressed that she followed his every demand to a tee, including not wearing any underwear.
Eden sat in her car contemplating on how great this new change of lifestyle was going to be. Soon, she would be tortured and some would say raped by someone she had never met before. However, when that training was over, that same person would teach her to become a Trainer, herself. They would become a team for the rest of their lives. She certainly hoped that she was paired with a good-looking man. She was actually nervous that she would get paired with a pig of a man and that she would hate being tied to forever. With some trepidation, Eden put the address of The Company into her GPS and slowly backed out of her driveway.
It only took about ten minutes to get to the big stone mansion on the city's north side. A latex-clad woman opened the door for her and took the keys to her car. She walked up to the door, where two men awaited. She approached and her heart was beating faster and faster.
"Name?" said one of the men holding a clipboard.
"Eden." She said a little meekly. The man smiled and checked the list.
"Let's see. Eden, Eden, Eden...here we are. Okay, your Master is Micah Snow. Please follow the attendant to your Master, once entering. You will have one hour alone with your Master before being presented to The Company. Good luck." The man said and never looked at her again. The other man opened the door for her and she slowly walked inside.
A young woman smiled at her and took Eden's hand, pulling her along the corridor. She was several inches taller than Eden and she had a nice body on her thin frame.
"So, you are going to become a Trainer?"
"Yes. I hope it will be worth giving myself over for the next month." Eden said cautiously.
"Who is your master?" the girl asked.
"Micah Snow." Eden replied.
"Well, you just may be the luckiest woman here." The girl replied with a wide smile.
"Do you know him?" Eden asked.
"Very well. He is my Master, of course." She said with a giggle. Eden was shocked.
"Really?"
"He has been my Master for over 5 years now." The girl said stopping in front of a thick wooden door.
"Here we are. My name is Trinity, by the way. I will see you in the Meeting Hall in about an hour." The young girl said with a smile. "Good luck."
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Micah Snow watched the young woman enter and was surprised. She was very short at maybe five foot tall, made a little taller with the stilettos. It wasn't her height that had surprised him, but the fact that she was black. He had never trained a black slave and the irony was not lost on him. She was absolutely stunning, though. Had he known she was black he would not have bothered with the goth makeup. It did make her look sexier, though.
He watched through the two-way mirror as she checked herself out. She pushed her very large breasts up and turned to see herself in profile and jutted her big, juicy ass out making the dress ride up and expose the bottom of her jiggly butt cheeks. Micah felt his cock begin to stir thinking about that ass. So very shortly, he would have his cock buried withing the tight confines of the ebony goddesses' asshole.
He didn't want to waste any time. He entered through the same door she had entered and she smiled at him flirtatiously. He didn't smile back. He was watching her face and saw the surprise on her soft features.
Eden's heart leapt to her throat as her Master entered the room. To her genuine, shock he was absolutely gorgeous. Short brown hair on a youthful face. She could tell, even though he was wearing a very expensive-looking suit, that he was in very good shape. He was just under six foot tall and she guessed he was about her age of 25. She had smiled at him and when he didn't smile back, she became nervous.
"Hello, Eden." Eden's body trembled at the sound of his voice. It was deep and commanding, but the tremors it had caused in her body had her mind reeling. He sounded like an angel and a demon at the same time.
"Hello, Master." She replied looking to the floor. She really had no idea what she was doing, but she thought avoiding eye contact would be the right thing to do. Micah smiled at the young black woman. She apparently thought she was doing the right thing.
As he stepped closer to her, he could smell her rose-scented soap and he inhaled deeply. She smelled intoxicating. He would have to restrain himself.
"You have one hour to ask me any questions you want. At the end of this hour, you will decide whether to continue onto your own training and the future of becoming a Trainer, or you will leave and we will never speak again." Micah took the left side of the couch and watched the ebony princess join him on the right side, crossing her legs. She looked good enough to eat.
"What can be expected of me, Master?" Eden said locking eyes with him. He noticed for the first time that she had green eyes and it just added to the exotic look she carried. At the same time, Eden gasped realizing that her Master had violet eyes.
"From me over the next month, or from The Company in general?" Micah replied trying not to stare at her huge tits ready to bust free of their prison.
"Well, from you, for starters?" she said.