The Training of Kristy
My journey has been a whirlwind of tribulation. It started over two months ago when I had anonymous sex with a guy in a darkened room of a frat house at the big southern college I go to. I'm a freshman there. The problem was that this "anonymous" guy turned out to be a black guy. I found out the next day when he sent me a text picture of his giant cock. Instead of embracing the idea of being with a black guy, I felt overwhelmed and didn't answer him back right away. But over the course of the next week, I couldn't get my mind off him.
When we met again, it was to explain myself and prove to him that I was OK with it, and with him. It turns out that he was still mad and I have been paying the price for it. He has been putting me through his paces ever since. Since that night he had placed a collar of consideration on me and has been training me to be his black cock slut. My name is, well, used to be Kristy. Now I am just known as "slut."
I've always gotten guys to fawn all over me because I have a body built for sex. I dress provocatively, showing off my 34DD-25-38 body. I have a nice ass but "the girls", my boobs are what have always been my biggest attention getter. Just a flash of some cleavage would have most guys drooling to do anything I wanted. That was different with Jamal. Because of the guilt I felt for the way I handled finding out he was black, I went to meet him humbly, asking for forgiveness. The way he treated me the night we met face to face, had my deep submissive feelings come crashing to the front. Since then, I have been his submissive little slut, doing anything, and I mean ANYTHING he commanded me to do. I wear what he tells me to. I go where he tells me to. I do what he tells me to. If he has friends over, I expect to be shared. This includes male and female friends. My body is his. All of my holes are his. I have no free will. I don't want it. All I want his big black cock. It's all I think about. My body responds to just the thought of it. If Jamal didn't care about my schooling, I would be failing my classes, but he requires me to keep up with my classes and to make sure I maintain my grades. Lucky for me I'm not just a pretty face, I have a brain too. Just sometimes it's focused too much on my Master.
My training started like most other submissives. I professed my desire to be his in every way and he agreed to train me to be his black cock slut. I attend all my classes and after the last one on Friday, I head over to Jamal's apartment. I say apartment but it's very large. He works as a game designer for a major gaming company and makes quite a bit of money. Some would say that I am after him because he is rich, but those that know me know it's because of his big cock. I am a slave to it. Anyway, I head over to his apartment. When I arrive, I immediately strip and place my clothes in the closet in his foyer. I put on my training collar, and both wrist and ankle cuffs in case Jamal wants to restrain me. I kneel there at the doorway until he comes to recognize me
If there happens to be anyone over at Jamal's place, I am led around and "introduced" to them. This usually means that I am led around the room on my hands and knees and suck their cocks or pussys. I am open to their gropes and fingers as well. I do all of this because of my feelings for Jamal. I will do anything for him, and to have his big black cock inside me. We spend the weekend training or being punished for any infraction or poor grades. It is a nice routine. After a long week of classes and homework, it's nice to come here and submit totally to his whims. It's very liberating.
I never know what Jamal will have in store for me. He tests my limits every day. One occasion I was in my normal weekend attire and he restrained me in the center of his living room. My arms were above me, my legs were spread and secured. I was blindfolded and left there. I could tell that he was in the room but he made no sound. Then I hear the doorbell chime. A rush of blood races to my nipples and clitty. I know that whoever it is will no doubt see me but I won't know who it is. I can hear his footfalls as he goes to answer the door. Their voices are mumbled as they talk in the hallway, then they come into the room.
My body is tingling with anticipation. My senses are heightened with the loss of my vision. I hear footfalls around me. Someone has sat down in Jamal's chair. I assume it's him. The other person is walking around me. I'm sure they are admiring my displayed body. When I first started my submission I would be somewhat embarrassed by my openly displayed body, now I relish in it. My body is no longer mine but Jamal's, to do with whatever he desires.
A hand touches my breast. It's lifted and squeezed. I whimper with the touch of a calloused hand. My nipples are hard but now they are aching with need. The hand takes the nipple between its finger and thumb and tweaks it roughly. I moan loudly like the slut that I am. My nipple is released and the hand comes down sharply on my breast. It sways while the hand grabs my other breast and repeats the same torment. My head falls back. My mouth open. The hand moves down my taunt belly. I'm trembling with need.
My pussy is always wet once I enter Jamal's apartment. But now with me on display it is leaking down my thighs. My nipple play has my clit throbbing and peeking out from under its protective hood. Jamal often attaches clamps and weights to my labia, so that now my lips hang down. I love how they are pulled when he fucks me with his giant black cock. The pull is somewhat painful but I love it so.
Now the stranger is running his hand through my wet lips. His calloused fingers rub across my engorged clit. The stranger is standing beside me and fingering me. I can feel the hardness of his bulge pressing against my hip. As he fingers me, I try and rub against his hard cock through his pants. I whimper hoping that he will take it out and use it on me. Two thick fingers enter my gaping cunt. I moan loudly, loving the feeling of being used. The fingers move in and out of me, as his thumb is circling my hard clit. I try not to focus on the pleasure he is giving me but those thick fingers have me writhing in no time.
"Sir, may your slut cum?"
The fingers continue to pound me as his warms lips take in my pert nipple. His teeth bite down on the tender bud. I yelp but don't complain as an electric shock goes straight to my core.
"Please SIr. May your slut cum?"
The fingers are quickly removed and a sharp slap comes to my open cunt. I yelp and hang there writhing. I am left needy. I hear the person move over to the couch and sit down. Jamal and the stranger start talking. I hear glasses clicking and smell cigars being lit. I just hang there while they talk about work as if I am not there. I stay silent knowing I am just their entertainment. Time seems to tick off slowly. My body's needs cool off but I can still feel the juices from my wanton pussy leaking down my thighs. Their conversation goes on about work and tech ideas. I finally whimper hoping to get their attentions again.
"What have I told you about interrupting my conversations slut?"
"I'm sorry Sir."
"That isn't the answer I'm looking for."
Just as I hear someone get up, the doorbell goes off. Footfalls head towards the door instead of me. I can only hear some light conversation but distinctly hear a female's voice. Jamal and the female come into the room. He introduces the female (Jessica) to the stranger whose name I now know as Reggie. Jamal gets her a drink and she sits on the couch near Reggie. Jamal comes over to where I'm still restrained.
