My name is Jack and I am the white slave of a beautiful ebony goddess named Alex. She had just given me the best orgasm I had ever had and promised me many more if I surrendered myself to her totally, and agreed to be her slave. I then spoke the words that would change my life forever.
I said, "You own me."
She smiled, God I loved seeing her sweet beautiful smile and wanted to make her smile all the time. She took me to her bedroom and lay down on her ginormous bed, lewdly spreading her legs. Since I had just come in her she ordered me to clean up my mess with my mouth. So I did. Alex has a very, let me repeat that, very hairy pussy, and it tickled my face a bit as I lapped my own cum out of her cunt. I liked that. I am a very good pussy eater. I can make any woman cum. One woman who told me she usually had a hard time reaching orgasm told me that I could probably make an Egyptian mummy cum. That was flattering, but probably not true.
Alex reaches orgasm easily. That's good because I can giver her several orgasms when I eat her.
This time was no exception. Alex was soon moaning in pleasure and I tasted her pussy juices shortly after that.
"You know," she said. "Making a whiteboy lick his cum from my pussy makes me super horny. I love it. That's lucky for you because you get to cum in me often...after you've earned it, of course."
"I will work hard to earn it," I said.
She giggled, "Yes, you will, but don't worry, it will mostly be fun work. Mostly."
I was thinking about the incredible changes in my life that had occurred in only a few hours. We had met in a bar only a few hours ago. Alex introduced herself to me because I greatly resembled her late spouse. We talked and she realized I was submissive. She revealed that her late spouse was really her submissive white bitch wife, while she took the roll of dominant black bull husband. That excited me and when I realized that she believed a D/s Black Supremacy female led relationship could be and should be a loving one, I was hooked. It was exactly what I had been searching for. When I told her I wanted that she said "I own you whiteboy," had me open my mouth and spit in it, publicly at the bar. I have no idea if anyone noticed that, but the fact she wanted to perform a symbolic act of dominance in public and that I had accepted it, was thrilling to me. Even if no one had noticed, that time. She then told me I was going to be her toilet bowl and she took me home with her.
In the last few hours I had begged her to piss on my face and allow me to drink
her delicious golden nectar. I had licked her asshole and agreed to become her slave. All in just a few hours. I had just been swept up in her power and strength and felt that she had the right to do whatever she wanted with me. That didn't frighten me because it was obvious she was a good and loving person who would never harm me. Just own me, and I was fine with that.
After eating her to an other orgasm she told me to get dressed because we were going out. Once we were dressed she took a dog collar out of a drawer and put it around my throat. "This was my spouses collar" she said. "It looks good on you," She then pulled a leash out of the same drawer and attached it to the collar. Leading me to the door she said, "Let's go."
Oh my God, I thought. She's going to take me out in public like this. What if we got arrested or something? I told her about my fears.
"Silly slave," she said. "There is nothing illegal about wearing a dog collar or being on a leash. It's merely unusual. I hope that one day the sight of a white boy being led down the street on a leash by a Black woman will be so common that nobody will look twice. Some people might gawk now, but you are paving the road and making it easier for future generations of white slaves. Anyway, it's not like you have a choice. Let's go".
With that she led me to her private elevator and we went to the ground floor. Then she led me to the bank of public elevators that serviced the apartment building she owned, which is probably why the black Doorman who saw us just smiled and said nothing. At the public elevators two people were waiting, a white guy who looked away and pretended to not see us...but he had, and a young Black woman who put her hand over her mouth trying to hide a giggle. She didn't quite succeed and I felt my face turning red.
Alex looked at me. "Don't feel embarrassed. It's all quite natural and the way things should be...will be one day soon. Perhaps the giggling woman will be inspired to get her own white slave because of you. Be proud! You're helping set things right."
We took an elevator down to the basement garage and got into her car. "We're going shopping," she said.
She drove to a strip mall and parked in front of a small woman's clothing store. "You need a new wardrobe Jack...hmm...Jack won't do." She thought for a few seconds and said, "I rename you Jacklyn. That is the name you will answer to. Don't forget it."
"I won't Master Alex," I said.
"Master Alex," she said in a pleased tone. "Yes, MASTER Alex" she repeated stressing the masculine pronoun. "I like that. I also like that you picked it without being told to. We are not on a script. I like it when you use your imagination"
