Submissions Of A White Wife Ch 07

It was only a week after my punishment that I was expected to go back to the black club for the formal initiation that would make a white sex slave of me. I was to be owned by the black man called Robert. His plan was to bred me as many times as he could; my womb would belong to him.

I also knew that my initiation would involve me being tattooed and collared to show the world that I was black owned.

My husband Ed was excited to see me given up to be a black man's sex slave. He encouraged me to go through with it, insisting that that was my purpose in life.

I still had grave misgivings, but having been caned already for my reluctance, and with Ed pushing me forward, I saw no alternative but to go through with it. Suffice it to say I was very frightened.

The day of my scheduled enslavement was very strange. Ed was the most loving husband, encouraging me all the way. He took me to a spa that was recommended by men at the club. I had an appointment with a particular black lady who knew what she was preparing me for.

She was very beautiful, so much so that I felt a little intimidated. But she was also very gentle. She started by trimming and dyeing my hair. She soaked and bathed me in an aromatic bath. Then she shaved me. Finally she gave me a manicure and pedicure, coloring my finger and toe nails bright red.

The way I was pampered, I should have been completely relaxed, but the uncertainty of what lay before me overshadowed everything.

Back home, Ed took charge. He dressed me in an outfit he had picked out for the occasion. The shortest possible shorts, nice and tight. And a string bikini top of very thin material. Black high heels completed my wardrobe. Ed likes the way I tend to thrust my pelvis out as I walk in them. He says I'm very sexy wearing heels. Of course there was no underwear. Ed believes that a slut shouldn't wear underwear.

Ed drove me to the club. I was feeling the convergence of the very complex, mixed and strong emotions of fear, excitement, and pending loss.

Even though it was a warm day, I was shivering slightly. My pussy was wet. My nipples were taunt, clearly visible against the flimsy fabric of my top.

Ed was cheery and kept telling me how proud he was of me, and how it was my destiny to be a brood mare for black men.

I felt that I might throw up at any moment.

We arrived at the club at the appointed hour of 5 o'clock.

Everyone was happy to see us as I was the main attraction for the evening.

We were greeted at the door by the black man, chosen by the leaders of the club, who was to be my master. His name is Robert. Robert was 40 years old, 6'3" tall, very muscular, and pitch black. Looking at him I just knew he would be breeding black babies.

Just as before, the place was dark, all the shades were drawn, and it smelled distinctly of sex and marijuana smoke. The lighting was low except for lights over several breeding tables. These were padded benches raised just high enough that a tall black man could stand as he fucked the white girl chained to it.

For the first 15 minutes, Robert took me around and introduced me to some of the members of the club. There were about 30 people there. I got many compliments on my slutty outfit. During that short time, I had several drinks and smoked a little marijuana to help steady my nerves. I may have looked calm and collected on the outside, but I was shacking in fear on the inside in anticipation of what was about to happen to me.

It seamed as if no time at all had passed before Robert introduced me to a group of black women explaining, "these fine black ladies are going to get you ready for your formal presentation to the members of the club."

The women smiled at me as if they knew something I didn't.

"You ready to become black property honey?" one of them asked.

"Here let's take off those slutty clothes. You white trash wear the sluttiest outfits." said another.

With that they stripped me naked. Then they proceeded to oil my body. It was odd to feel all those hands touching, rubbing oil on to me, all at the same time.

When they were done, and my body was liberally covered with oil, one of them called, "the bitch is ready boys."

Four black men came and lead me outside to a fancy wooden cross in back of the building. With two men lifting me up, the others tied me by my wrists and feet so I was suspended.

There I hung for the better part of an hour as the members of the club paraded by looking upon the white woman who was about to become property of one of their members, and by extension property of the club as a whole.

My shoulders ached terribly by the time I was finally taken down and lead back inside to the central breeding bench.

A quite descended over those gathered. Robert spoke to the group, "This is Mary Patricia Schelske. Tonight she's going to be fully initiated. She will be collared and tattooed to show she is my property. From now on she is my bitch, and I'll breed her as I please."

A black woman approached. As Robert watched, she produced a stainless steel slave collar for around my neck.

"This is what we do with cheap white bitches," she said. "We make slaves out of them for our men to breed."

I was stunned by the size of the collar. It was 2 inches wide with a large chain link attached to a ring on the collar. I was somehow expecting a collar that was more ornamental. This was a true slave collar. No one could ever mistake it for anything but, and there was no way it could be hidden. I knew that the clasp was designed so that once it is closed, it can not be opened. I was to wear that collar and the accompanying shackles for the rest of my life.

I wondered what people would think seeing such a thing on me. Everyone will know I'm a slut. I was having second thoughts and preparing to bolt.

As if reading my mind Ed encouraged me, "Mary, be brave. You can do this."

Robert interjected, "That collar shows my dominance over you and blacks' dominance over whites."

As always, I yielded to Ed's desires and stayed. I thought about how I had gotten myself into it all. I never thought things would go this far. Somehow I thought that this would all just be some kind of role play. Things just moved so fast.

The reality sank in as the black bitch locked the slave collar around my neck. I heard an audible click as it was snapped shut. It weighs over a pound and is a constant reminder of my new status.

At that moment I realized that I was trapped, my fate was sealed.

Next she placed steel shackles around my wrists and finally my ankles. Those weigh half a pound each. As with the slave collar, they were wide and permanently locked closed. With the help of another black woman, chains were run through rings in the collar and shackles to rings set in the floor until I was chained face down tightly to the breeding bench.

The black bitch stepped away, and a black man approached. "You will be marked to show all that you are a white slut, the property of a black man," he said. "When I'm with you no white man will ever again want a whore like you."

With that, he proceeded to tattoo a map of Africa high on my back between the shoulder blades. The needle stung, burned as it buried black ink into my white skin. I couldn't see what he was doing.

My singular thought was that I was now completely under their control. My body was now Robert's to literally do with as he pleased.

When the map of Africa was done, the black bitches returned and loosened the chains so I could sit up. In that position, the ace of spades was tattooed on my upper right arm.

After that I was re-chained face up by my neck collar, wrists and ankles. The chains were tight so, I couldn't move. My legs were spread apart exposing my bare pussy to the crowd. In this position, I was tattooed with the queen of spades on each breast, just where the breast starts to curve out. They will be visible with any low neck line blouse.

Finally "Black Owned" was tattooed above my pussy, just below my belly button, high enough that low riding pants will reveal it.

After about an hour, the tattoos were finished. When I was released and finally had a chance to see my tattoos, I saw that they weren't dainty girl tattoos. They were tattoos to mark me for what I was.

I was already in the position to be bred. The black bitches pulled the chains a little tighter, stretching me out. My ass was on the edge of the bench, my legs spread apart so Robert would have easy access to my pussy.

One of them talked to me as she adjusted the chains to open my legs a little wider, "This is how white masters bred black women on the plantations. This is how your nigger master is going to breed you. Its how a whore like you deserves to be bred."

Robert approached me naked. That was the first time I saw him naked. His whole body was the blackest black. His muscles rippled underneath his ebony skin.

I marveled at how masculine he looked. White men by comparison seamed so feminine to me. His cock, which was already semi hard, was even blacker still. Hard it would stretch to 10 inches and was 6 inches around. Seeing him naked like that, I strangely felt proud that I was to belong to him, be his white bitch.

Standing by my face, he said, "Now bitch, suck my black cock. Get it ready to impregnate you."

The chains attached to my neck collar limited my ability to do much more than turn my face toward him and open my mouth. I closed my lips around it as he stuck that cock into my mouth and began fucking my face.

It was hugely thick. Never had I had such a thick cock, and as he thrust in and out of my mouth, it grew in size and firmness. Before long he was rock hard. I marveled at that beautiful black phallus glistening in the lights from my saliva.

He moved to the base of the bench and placed the head of that cock against my spread pussy lips. They were wet from anticipation. My vagina had been wet from the time we started driving to the club.

"I'm going to breed you now with the first of what will be many black children you will have by me."

"Yes, fuck me, breed me. Make me pregnant with your black babies," I cried out.

"You have a beautiful body made for black breeding,'' he responded. "You're a fine looking slut. I'm going to be proud to show you off when your belly is swollen with my baby."

With that, he slowly began working his thick black cock into my vagina. The girth of his cock stretched me as no other cock had ever done before. I felt like my whole body was opening up to him.

In the beginning the stretching hurt. Knowing this he entered me slowly and began fucking me almost tenderly.

But, before long he started fucking me hard. It was breeding type of sex, not love making sex.

I was bound so tightly that I could barely move. I was at his complete mercy. He could hurt me as much as he wished, and I could do nothing to stop it, and I didn't think any present would interfere.

The joints I they had given me beforehand had been laced with cocaine. I think they helped me relax and submit to him as my new master. These people knew what they were doing.

It wasn't long before the first orgasm started to well up inside me. I had a rutting Negro furiously fucking me in public, my vagina hurt from the assault of his enormous black cock, the fresh tattoos burned, I was chained and helpless, I had been marked as a black man's property, I was so close to ovulation that I would most likely become pregnant form the black seed that would soon be pumped into my womb. All of those factors came together in a cascade of intense emotions. I yielded to my new master completely and allowed myself to be consumed by the most powerful orgasms that I had ever experienced.

I was moaning in ecstasy all my limbs shook against their chains. My mind was consumed by a kaleidoscope of colors. My breathing became ragged.

I have no idea how long it was before Robert pressed the head of his cock against the opening of my womb and released an incredible load of sperm. I could feel his cock jerking inside me and the pressure of his erupting semen as he bathed my womb with his black seed.

"My nigger seed is inside you woman," Robert declared as he came for the first time. "I've marked you for life!"

With that I had such an intense orgasm that I thought the top of my head would blow off.

As soon as he finished ejaculating in me, Robert began to fuck me again.

Coming down a little from my orgasmic high, I challenged Robert, "fuck me harder nigger. Breed me good. Put a nigger baby in me."

Meeting my challenge, Robert proceeded to punish my pale white body with his thick black cock, sending me back into waves of intense orgasms.

Before he was done with me, Robert came three times. Each time he pressed his cock tight against my cervix and spewed his seed into my womb.

As he finally finished with me, he leaned over me and said, "You have nice hips for breeding. You were born to be nigger bred."

Robert stepped away, and the black bitches returned. They adjusted my chains just enough so they could work a pillow under my hips. I was let to lie in that position for an hour to help insure that the black sperm inside me would fertilize an egg.

The only one to talk to me was Ed. He told me how proud he was of me, and how erotic it was to see me being fucked by a black man while I was chained helpless.

The black bitches returned and freed me. In total I had been on the breeding bench for about three hours. They removed the chains from the shackles on my wrists and ankles, and took the chain to my collar out of the floor ring. That chain they handed to Robert.