After my lunch date that ended with me naked and cum covered in a public parking lot, I knew that my life was on a path that I had not expected it to be heading towards just weeks prior. Yes, I understood that I had only myself to blame for this, but I also didn't completely feel bad about everything. Instead, I felt free and liberated to just let my true self be out and in the open. To give me over to another, and allow them to use me sexually in whatever way they felt best. Did I feel bad for my husband that I allowed this to happen without first consulting him? Just a little, but I also knew that we already had a relationship in which I had the power and that he got off on me being sexually explorative with others while simultaneously humiliating him. I mean it was his idea for me to lock him into chastity, to begin with, so he was comfortable with these themes.
Therefore, when he got home later that evening, I greeted him in a sexy lingerie set and heels, told him to strip down, and then led him to his office. I then secured him to the chair and pressed the play button on his computer to show him the video of me that my new owner had posted online. While he watched his wife get completely dominated and used by a black man, and then submit herself over to him, I teased his little caged cock. I could tell he loved every second of the video and was desperate to have his cock unlocked so I could end the teasing and provide him with an orgasm that he had long been denied.
When the video ended, I pushed back his chair, straddled his lap, and looked directly into his eyes as I spoke to him.
"You see now, that is the man that collared your wife, and made me his property. As you also saw, and have probably noticed since my collaring, the key to your cock cage is also locked onto the collar. This means that your release is no longer in my hands, but instead will be decided by the strong, god-like, black man that owns me. So I hope you understand that if you ever desire to earn release again, you will be on your best behavior and do as you are told. You should be happy, your ultimate fantasy has finally come true; your wife is now the owned slut of a powerful black man."
I gave him a little peck on the cheek, untied his hands, told him to clean himself up, and then get dinner started. When he stood up, he said, "thank you, Mistress," and then walked towards our bedroom to shower. I sat back down on his chair and made sure I had him follow my owner's Twitter page as well as bookmarked his Pornhub page. I wanted to make sure he could stay up to date with everything my owner and myself go up to.
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Life after showing my husband the video certainly changed. I no longer had to worry about when and if to release him from his chastity. That control had been taken away from me when his key was locked onto my collar. Surprisingly, he didn't even put up a fight about it, he became more subservient to me, though I'm sure he was nervous about how much online exposure I was getting. It was only a matter of time before someone he worked with recognized me, and realized he was a chastised cuckold. However, he also understood that for him to ever get released again, I had to do as my owner wanted, so he had no room to complain about what I was doing.
Speaking of which, I had certainly become more visible online than I had ever thought would happen. My owner had not only posted the initial video of me submitting online, but also the video of me blowing him in the public parking lot as well as a large number of photos he had taken of me or had me take of myself. Admittedly, I was nervous about it all, but the desire to serve him and his wonderfully large black cock overruled any hesitations I had about him posting me online.
Most of the time I would meet up with my owner for quick meet-ups at his place in which he would use me, fuck me, and film me only to send me home covered in or leaking his cum. Of course each time the video would be uploaded to his Pornhub page shortly afterward. Also, with each meetup, he would progressively have me behave in more degrading ways. Licking out his ass became a regular task, spitting onto me or directly into my mouth also became a mainstay. During one meeting, he only allowed me to bark as if I was a dog. He also began to more regularly take me anally rather than vaginally and started ordering me to wear a butt plug between meetups.
Though I guess other women would have been put off by the increase in degradation and humiliation, I craved it and let it spur me on. His use of me was what I desired, and I wanted to let him have free reign over my body. The submission of myself allowed me to feel a sense of escape from my normal life. From what I could tell, he just enjoyed that he had good content to share on the internet, and never once indicated a desire to let my husband's key come off my collar.
One memorable meet-up that happened recently was when he called me in the middle of the night. I was sleeping when he called, but dutifully answered his call when I saw it was him.
"Slut, come over to my place right now," he ordered once I greeted him.
I responded in the only way I could, "yes sir, I will leave right away."
"Good, and make sure you have one of your plugs in too," he added before hanging up.
I felt a little caught off guard by the suddenness of it all, but I dutifully slipped out of bed. Looking at my husband, he was sound asleep and none the wiser that I was about to head over to my owner's house to more than likely be fucked. Quickly, I washed up in the restroom, before retrieving a pair of heels and a butt plug from my closet. I quickly pushed the plug into place in my ass, from the consistent wearing of one, the plug went in easily. Once my heels were on, I grabbed my car keys and purse, and headed out to see my owner as I always did; naked except for my collar and heels.
My drive on the nearly deserted roads was quick, and I was soon pulling up to his place. I noticed several other cars parked on the street but didn't take any time to wonder too much about them as my mind only lusted for the big black cock to dominate me. I knocked on his door and only had to wait a few seconds before he opened it for me. He said nothing, but instead reached up and clipped a leash to my collar. I was then led inside where I instantly became aware of why there had been far more cars parked outside. In the living room, I stood in front of a group of 5 other black men. They looked at me like a pack of hungry lions, and my heart began to race as I understood what my future held for me that night.
"Let me introduce you to my friends, slut," my owner said, "these are just a few guys that I play poker with and hang out with. We were just playing our weekly poker game when they began asking about you, my newest white slut. Of course, I told them all about you, how you are probably the most loyal white slut I had ever had, how you are married but have no problem leaving your husband at home to come fuck me. I told them how I collared you on the first night we fucked, how you do whatever I ask, whenever I ask it. I explained how you get off on being humiliated and degraded, how you love to be treated like a stupid white slut. I showed them your videos that prove you take black cock in any of your holes without complaint and especially love it when you get your ass stuffed full. Eventually, one of the guys suggested that you should come over, and get a huge helping of black cock to service and to prove that everything I told them and showed them was accurate. 10 minutes later, here you are; naked and ready."
I stood silently in the center of the room, in front of the lustful black men, and ran through everything in my head. The result? My pussy was dripping with arousal, and I eagerly wanted to service every single one of them. So, not wanting to wait another minute, I nodded my head and then asked, "well then, how should we get started?"
"That's it slut," my owner said enthusiastically, "well, some of us are still finishing out the poker game, so you can get yourself acquainted with Donnie and Stu as they are out." I then watched as he and three of the others walked over to the table to continue playing cards and I was left standing in front of the other two black men.
Walking up to the men, I dropped to my knees in front of them and said, "you guys must be Donnie and Stu, it would be my pleasure to pleasure you." I then reached out with my hands to help unfasten the man's pants standing directly in front of me. Of course, I had no idea if he was Donnie or Stu, but I was impressed to see that he was packing quite the hefty package. My hands took hold of his growing member, stroking it to life and full attention as the other man moved to undo his pants and reveal he also had some thick meat to offer me. I let go of the first cock with one of my hands and grasped the other. I began slowly stroking both of the ebony shafts, and though I knew their names, I didn't know who was who.
It didn't matter though, I was just happy to be the slut I was meant to be and to be servicing two powerful black men. Both of their dicks were soon erect and standing out menacingly in front of me. Each was tantalizingly thick and over eight inches in length. My owner of course had each of them beat, but at that moment, two were better than one. With each of their cocks fully hard, I began alternating between sucking them and stroking them. As I bobbed my mouth back and forth between the two of them, they started talking about me in very humiliating and derogatory ways.
