Boss Gets a New Lesson
Chapter One
Hi, my name is Janette and I'm thirty-eight years old. I and five-feet 6-inches tall and I weigh one-hundred-fifteen pounds. With this small frame, and having a 36C chest, they really stand out. I guess I've been a bit self-conscious of this and I was always trying to keep them covered up.
I've been married for eighteen years to Chris and he is only five-feet seven-inches tall and he weighs one-sixty pounds. He's also not very well hung, coming in under five-inches.
Being on the shy side I never really dated and Chris is the only man I've ever been with. So, with my shyness, and his five-inch cock, it meant our sex life was not the greatest. We did produce a son, who is now eighteen, but with us as his parents, and not great role models, he doesn't have a girlfriend either.
Chris was always picked on and belittled, so he had a bit of a problem with that. He was always trying to talk me into dressing sexier and showing off my body more, saying he wanted to feel better about himself by showing me off a, "See what I've got," kinda thing. But I couldn't do it and we had small fights about it. He would send me texts and emails talking about it all the time.
His dad owns a very big electric company in Mississippi where Chris was a supervisor for the company and did a lot of computer work setting up jobs and doing layouts for the jobs. But his computer skills weren't great and he had problems with his computer.
The company kept bidding on bigger jobs, but to qualify to bid, they had to have at least ten-percent of interracial people in the company. That didn't set well with either of them, but they hired a few black guys and one Mexican, so that now they got the bigger jobs and the money was rolling in.
Thery both were a bit harassing to the black guys because the entire family was racist.
But the black guys put up with it due to the money they got paid, so there was a bit of tension in the company.
One of the men named Clyde was well over six-foot and built with a hard strong body, but he was also a computer geek. Chris didn't get along with him, but once he found out about his computer skills, he kept asking him to fix his problems.
"Damn, you got this all fucked up! I can fix it but I need to have your password to get into it," so
Chris gave it to Clyde so he didn't have to send it out for repairs, and then Chris had to go out on the job site, so he left him working on it.
Chris is always playing games online and talking crap about how good he was. He even talked me into playing at times, but it's not my thing. He bragged about beating a black man, that was on his site, badly.
Clyde now had his password, and my stupid husband used the same password for his emails, so Clyde could now see, and read, his emails and texts. He could see that my husband wants me to dress sexy and show off more. He sent out copies to his computer and smiled as he closed Chris's down. Plus, he saw pictures of me and knew I was very shy, and the only person I had ever been with was Chris. He also knew how to link to our home computer and Chris's game site.
Later that night Chris was online, playing with a new member who came into the game, by the screen name, BLACK MASTER. He started talking crap to Chris and was getting him mad, as Chris kept trying to challenge him. But he told him, "I only fight with white teams," so Chris came out to find me.
"I need you to come play with me. This black guy is talking crap and will only fight white teams, so I need you to sign in." He was so mad I had to go in and log in, and with this being VHS, I wore the goggles.
I could see he had a huge, black, male figure and we started to play. It wasn't long before we ended up going into some type of vortex and falling into a hole. I was feeling funny while falling and a funny noise was coming through. When I hit the bottom, texts and emails would flash by, when I noticed they were ones that Chris had sent to me. They kept coming at me, and then there was a soft voice saying, "Make your husband happy." It kept getting louder and louder, and more demanding, "Dress better and become better warrior. When you hear, White Slut, you become the warrior.
In the end I felt I needed to dress better to fight better. He drew me back in to want to fight better and I kept coming back to playing, wanting to beat him.
Then one day, a package came with my name on it, so I opened it and was a bit shocked. I started to pull out clothes that I would never wear, a very short mini dress, a mini skirt, a very deep V-neck top, and a tiny bikini. Then I pulled out what looked like a string with patches, which I later found out they call a sling bikini. It would just cover my nipples and my pussy, "Damn, I can't wear this stuff!" I said no one.
Later that day, I went to check my email and got a video challenge, so I logged in and it was Black Master. 'What the hell,' I thought to myself as I signed in and started ending up falling into that tunnel again and the funny noise.
He asked, "Are you dressed like a warrior in your new outfits?"
I found myself telling him, "No."
He shot back, "Get ready for battle and get dressed."
I just got up and put on the dress, then coming back and telling him, "I'm ready."
A phone number came up and he said, "Facetime, my mighty warrior."
Without thinking I punched in the number and hit Facetime. At the other end I was looking at a well-built, black man in a loin cloth, but no face, so I type in, 'Ready,' on the computer.
"No, you're not! You are weak!"
"Why am I weak?"
"You don't wear it right! There is no bra or panties in that warrior outfit."
"Oh crap," I whisper as I step away and slip them off. That's when I noticed how short and how deep the neck was. I went back and sat down telling him, "I'm ready, Black Master."
"You are better, but I think you need more power!"
"How do I get that?"
"You got many new outfits, so try them on and see which one gives you the most power!"
