Date Night SeXStoRY

From 2000-2006, I was exclusively "Black Owned," in that I was the personal property of three different, but very dominant, Black Women. Since then, I have been on a self imposed hiatus. While on said haitus, I composed many short stories revolving around dominant Black Women and the white submissive men who live to serve them. This is one such story. Date Night: As she pulled me up by my ear from my kneeling position in front of her, my thirty six year old, divine black goddess, Mistress Dana, looked deeply into my eyes, almost seemingly looking right through me, as she firmly said to me, "It's nearly 9:00 PM. "D," will be here soon and I want to leave the moment he arrives. Go and fetch my black pumps for me." "Yes, Mistress Dana, of course, gladly," I replied. I got up from my kneeling position at her feet and headed off to her walk in shoe closet. I find the pair she commanded me to fetch at the back of her closet. The size ten, Stuart Weitzman, black pumps. They were still in nearly immacualte condition from all the care I lavished on them. The smooth black leather fairly gleamed from the polishing and buffing I gave to them earlier. With their 4 inch heel and sharp, pointed toe, they were sure, as always, to compliment her perfect, ebony feet. I return to the living room where Goddess Dana sat, waiting. I knelt before her as she looked down at me from the raised position of herhigh backed leather chair. I placed her pumps at her side, and at the same time, without prompting, lowered my head obediently. In my minds eyes, I could almost see the slight, knowing smile she had on her flawless face. Looking down at me, almost as if Mistress Dana were reading my mind, as if she instinctively knew what I desired to do more than anything else. "Yes, go on my little boy, you may," she told me. She raised her left foot in its sheer black stocking out towards me. I took her left pump and placed it softly on her foot. As I slid the pump onto her perfect foot, I looked at her gleaming, lacquered red toes, polished with care by me earlier. Mistress Dana then raised her right foot, and I did the same with the other pump that I did with the left, taking care not to be too f***eful or too rushed in placing it on her foot. As I finshed this task, I next placed both of my hands on the floor and bowed my head once more. As I gazed down at the carpeting, Mistress Dana placed both of her high heeled feet on the floor in front of me. She spoke to me again. "Yes, go on, my hungry little white slave." At her command, I brought my lips nervously to the toe of her right pump, kissing it gently in supplication. I next did the same with the left, being very careful not to leave a mark on the rich, highly polished, black leather. I wondered if Mistress Dana realized the power she has over me? The power she had when she allows me to even see her in high heels? I also wondered if Mistress Dana knows that I would do anything for her? Even if it involved walking over burning hot coals just because it would please her to have me do so. She then rose nonchalantly from her chair, smoothing down the front of her black leather skirt which ended just above her knees. She again commanded me to look up at her and to tell her what I thought of her finished look for her evening out with her lover. She knows how much I enjoy looking at her. She knows the powerher perfect, curvy form has over me, either clothed or naked. She knows that it reduces me to a compliant, mindless state. Mistress Dana relishes that power she has over me. I look up at my superior black Goddess, Mistress Dana, with a look of awe, respect, love and arousal. I blush from the arousal I feel. My emotions very evident to her I am sure. I know Mistress Dana can see how excited I am. She knows everything about me. She can read me like the proverbial book, while she is unreadable to me, this young, dynamic, cerebral, erotic and beautifully bossy black goddess. Her being able to instinctively know my very thoughts is her advantage in the relationship we have. I truly would not want it any other way. The black leather skirt not only matches her black pumps, but also her sheer black hosiery and the white silk blouse she chose to top off her ensemble. The skirt hugs her luscious hips, giving her a sexy, yet subtle look. I start at her black pumps, looking upward to her ankles, then her calves encased in her black hosiery. I love the way Mistress Dana had done her hair and makeup. She had chosen a red lipstick to accentuate her lips and I also was able to to catch the scent of her fragrance in my nostrils. "Oh Mistress Dana, you look so breathtaking, so sexy," I hoarsely replied, my excitement being very obvious to her. She then walked over to me, patting me softly on the head. "You are such a good boy. Loyal and so eager to always please," she told me as she leaned down and kissed my right cheek. "This is my reward to you, my little clean up slut. Your treat from me for helping to bathe and dress me for the swing party my lover "D," and I will be attending tonight." I sighed deeply, reveling in Mistress Dana's touch, and her kiss. She asks me, "Are you truly happy my pet? Do you truly enjoy this relationship you and I now have? Do you like the way I treat you and all of the things I have you do for me, and that we do when I allow you to spend time with me?" "Yes, Mistress Dana, " I reply, "I love everything that you have me do for you, and that we do when we are together. I love being your slave, your shoe bitch, your piss addicted slut, and your clean up boy. I love the fact I am neither a boyfriend, nor a lover, not even a friend, but merely your property. An object to do with as you wish." She coolly looks down at me as she says, "If you remember,in the beginning, when we first began to talk and get to know one another, I told you that I thought you might be different. That you might actually be for real. But I did not realize just how right I would be. She laughed as she continued talking to me. "I must confess that in the beginning, I did not think that given our distance, you there and I here, anything tangible would be possible between us." "As well, and again given our distance from one another, there was the thought always in the back of my mind that you were not very serious about truly serving and being my slave, my cuckold, my clean up boy, my personal toilet and my dildo bitch. At first, I suspected this might be simply a passing phase for you, just another white boy curious about being with a black woman." She continued to smile at me as she said, "To tell you the truth I am very glad that you have proven yourself, that you are very much for real and revel in the role I have chosen for you." The fact that you have been obedient, not tried to "Top from the bottom," that you have freely given yourself to me on all levels, which has allowed me to truly be who and what I am, pleases me greatly." She continued. "And here we are now several months later. You are truly and totally mine. My affection and power over you have both grown and I have taken control of the very real, very deep submissive needs you have inside of you. Those needs belong to me, and I bring even still deeper ones out in you. This is all a a deep source of both pleasure and arousal to me I must admit." "Your attempts to please me, you placing me on a pedestal, treating me like the supreme Matriarch that I am, your willingness to be kept in constant, long term, 24/7 chastity, to participate in anything I ask of you without question, your unswerving devotion, your total loyalty only to me, your love for me, of truly enjoying me telling what you to do, of dominating you, controlling your every move from what you eat, to what you wear, to how often you are allowed pleasures, is very pleasing, as well as very exciting to me." "Oh, Mistress Dana," I reply in a hoarse whisepr, my head still bowed," I truly love and adore you and the way you treat me,and all of the things you do to me and ask of me." She leaned back againsted her writing table, facing me, her high heels again in front of my still bowed head. "This is good my pathetic white slave," she said to me as she reached behind her to pick up a small sheet of white paper with her handwriting on it. She turned again, looking down at me as I continue to kneel before her, head bowed. "I am truly glad of that because I do not intend to stop what I am doing to you. In fact, I intend to intensif your situation as well as my control over you. I plan to take possession of you completely now. You have freely given of yourself to me to do with as I wish. And very shortly, your mind and your soul will also belong to me. Over the last few months, I have truly come to enjoy using you on many different levels. From allowing you to buy me shoes and fetish clothes, to to having you wash my car, run my errands, do my laundry and even clean my home. I have immensly enjoed turning you into my cuckold and clean up boy and my personal toilet as well." "And now, now that I have you locked and keyed in 24/7 chastity, now that I have trained you to respond only to me both mentally and physically, now that you are to the point where you are calling me constantly throughout the day; that you are sending me text and instant messages, where you beg to hearmy voice, to see me, or to be allowed to receive an email from me, I now intend to take that next, that ultimate step andmake you my 24 hour a day, 7 day a week slave." "I am going to enjoy that immensely and you will too. On the surface, to the rest of the world, we will appear to have the most traditional of relationships. If people see usin public, they will only see a black woman and her doting white companion. And no one, except we two, and those I choose to let know, will realize that you are my loyal, devoted supplicant and that it is I who sets the dynamics in our relationship. Then, when I have you like that, when you are truly mine 24/7, we shall delve even deeper into these submissive desires of yours and I shall exploit them for my own pleasure." Mistress Dana then walked toward me and placed the piece of writingpaper she hled in her hand on the floor directly in frontof me. I am able to see that it is a list of tasks to be carried out while she is at that swingers party with her big cocked lover. "I am going to be at this swing party pretty much all night. I will not be back home until dawn. But while I am gone and enjoying "D's," and lots of other hard cocks tonight, you will not be idle here. Because on the paper in front of you is a long list of chores you are to do the entire time I am gone. I relish the fact you will be here at home, collared, your little white cock locked tightly away and working so hard for me while I am at this swing party, enjoying all of the hard cock I could possibly want or desire. I expect you to be thinking about me constantly while I am gone too. Imagine, my lovers cock in my wet pussy, another in my mouth, one in each hand, my toes and nipples being sucked, and you totally denied and not able to see any of it." I gaze upward, "Yes, Mistress Dana, oh how could I not be thinking of you, seeing you dressed as you are, looking so lovely, so breathtaking, so sexy. I will revel in the total denial of not being able to be with you while you are at that party tonight. I want so much to be with you, to watch as you are enjoying yourself with "D," and with others, but you will not allow that." For that remark, I earn another pat on the head from my Mistress Dana. I continue to kneel as she moves to the picture window looking out on the front of the house. "I just heard "D," pull into the drive, and so it is now time for me to go," she says as she collects her purse and coat and heads for the side door leading out onto her driveway. Mistress Dana stops and turns back, looking at me. "You are such a good little white cock sucker, so loyal and so devoted to me. If you are extra good and do your tasks really well tonight while I am out fucking the night away, I will allow you the treat of cleaning me when I return. Would you like that my little white cunt? Would you like me to come home and allow you to lick and suck and swab and clean my freshly fucked, swollen, cum filled pussy? You want to be my cum cleaning bitch, don't you? You need to use those lips, that mouth and that slutty tongue on your juicy black goddess, don't you? You only being allowed to lick and clean and taste and smell where all those cocks, real mens cocks, were all night, don't you, bitch?" I am shivering at that thought as I reply, Yes, Mistress Dana," my arousal being blatantly obvious to her. "I truly, truly, truly would love that. More than anything else in this world." "Very good," Mistress Dana says. "You really are a treasure, never ceasing to amaze me in your submission and your devotion. You are truly one of a kind. Now make me proud of you by doing your chores and think about that sticky, sweet reward I might have for you in the morning when I come home." Oh, by the way, I'm taking your car keys with me. You won't be needing them tonight after all, will you?" Mistress Dana says with a slight slight smile. Then, after touching up her lipstick one more time, she leaves, closing the door behind her. I then hear the "click, click, click of her high heeled pumps on the pavement outside as she walks to her lovers car, off to spend the evening at that swing party. Kneeling still, I study in detail the list of tasks she hasleft for me. Her list is very specific: 1. Wash the bras, stockings and panties I have left for you in the laundry roomand hang them neatly on the on the drying rack there. 2. Scrub and mop the floor in my master bathroom. 3. Iron the 2 new skirts that you brought for me. 4. Change the sheets and pillowcases on my bed, washing the soiled ones and making up my bed with new, fresh linens. 5. Polish the high-heeled pumps I have set out for you in the bedroom to a very high sheen, but you are not to so much as sniff them as I know how much you love the scent of my feet mixed with the leather of my high heels. I read her list once, then twice as I begin to become excited.I cannot help this feeling, this effect this bossy black Goddess has on me. Mistress Dana is sweeter than any d**g and much, much more addictive. I cannot believe how lucky I am. For I truly love the dynamics of the relationship she and I have. I love that Mistress Dana is the one in charge in our relationship,and that she allows me to spoil her, and to pamper her. When she has me do chores for her, when she uses me for her own pleasures, allowing me my own as a treat, it is wonderful.I love being ordered around by her and crave it more and more as each day goes by. Being the personal property of Mistress Dana is more exciting than anything I have ever experienced. I have at last realized my dream and desire of belonging again to a bossy, assertive and juicy black Goddess, my divine Owner, Mistress Dana. Mistress Dana is my dream come true on all levels. Mentally, emotionally, spiritually. She is the Alpha and the Omega for me. After the last several months of being under both her polished thumb and her stiletto high heeled pumps, there is no other place for me than being completely under her control. That truly is my rightful place. I would not trade this for anything else in the world.