Possible Worlds

...of all Possible Worlds by T.S. Severe Chapter 7 "Thank you, Mercy." I smiled and fidgeted in my seat slightly as the woman served me dinner.  It was chicken breast, broiled I think, but I have to confess I was never very good in the kitchen. Mercy was excellent however and she was Mr. Reiser's housekeeper and cook, although only for dinner. He didn't require her to make breakfast and he said he had lunch at the office usually, and weekends he liked to fend for himself. Of course, Mr. Reiser had me now as well and I wouldn't mind taking care of him at all, as much as Mercy would allow it. She was kind of old and very black and Mercy had been born into slavery and would most likely die a slave. She'd had a child at fifteen, a half-breed with Mr. Reiser's father, and that was how she'd come to be so close with my Master. Mercy had been his wet nurse and nanny and later his personal maid until he'd gone to college. After graduating he'd received her as a gift from his parents, one of many gifts I assumed; a slave alone wasn't worth very much. Mercy had been with Mr. Reiser ever since and whatever the woman's opinion of me, she wasn't sharing it. She clearly loved him like a son and I very much wanted Mercy to like me, as I'm sure Mr. Reiser did as well. I couldn't get a smile out of her though, but not a frown neither, so I was slightly encouraged, and it had been just one day that I'd been there, so...I was hopeful. She didn't eat with us and I suspected that was by her choice more than Mr. Reiser's, but I could be wrong. She struck me as old fashioned though, the way a lot of slaveborn are, especially if they've been in service to one family all their lives. Being a houseslave was a lot different than being a fieldslave too, as anyone knows, and so she possessed a rare dignity and a serious demeanor, I could see that right away. She probably didn't think I should be eating with our Master either. I should eat in the kitchen with her and help her clean up and sleep in my own bed and all of that. It isn't hard to see why she wasn't smiling, when I stopped to think about it. We all do what we have to though. It wasn't up to me where I ate or slept, or what my duties were around the house. I was Mr. Reiser's fuckslave, I thought with a little giggle, just enough so he glanced at me over our dinner with a curious smile. I just shrugged and my face warmed pleasantly with a bit of personal and private embarrassment. He didn't ask, but Mr. Reiser did take the opportunity to speak with me, not that he needed one, but for whatever reason we were at a point where we would smile a lot and look at each other, but not say anything. Perhaps all lovers go through that at first. I wasn't sure as the only lover I'd ever had was him. It was fun though and distracting to my heart, the way every little thing about us seemed exaggerated and important somehow. "After dinner we'll go to the club." He said and Mercy was back, pouring a glass of wine for me, white wine, but it wasn't bubbly like the champagne I'd liked so much. "Thank you, Mercy." I said softly, determined to keep trying because I was going to be there a long time I hoped. "You can show me how well you drive." Mr. Reiser smiled at me, ignoring Mercy as she filled his glass. "What?" I blinked and then smiled. "Your car." Mr. Reiser picked up his wine. "I want to see you drive it before I give you the keys." "Oh." I picked up my own glass and I didn't know what to say. I guess a lot of slaves drive, that's all some of them do, but I hadn't heard of too many who had their own cars. It was kind of a weird idea, actually. "Mercy, did you get the packages?" Mr. Reiser asked, catching the woman as she was about to go through the door and back into the kitchen. "Yes suh, they in the negra's bedroom." Mercy replied slowly and she had a real accent, but I liked it.  I'm sure I have a genuine Southern accent too, like Mr. Reiser and everyone else I knew, but only someone old could talk like Mercy did and it was like music to me. Very melodic and not hard or harsh, but every syllable delivered in its own patient time. A sound that caught the ear and made you stop everything else you were doing, just for a second, and listen to it. I swear, of everything I might say about Mercy, like how she was not so tall and not so thin as I imagine she'd once been, and her black hair was all gone to grey and neat around her wrinkled face...It's her voice I'd most wish to share and more's the pity that my words are such a poor expression of my memory. And that's love too, you see? I was enamored of everything around us. My Master's home and possessions, and even his slave, I was terribly eager in my affections and I wanted to embrace all of it. I was a part of his life now and a special part, or so it seemed to me. Mr. Reiser was spoiling me in so many ways, and too much, I was certain, or I wouldn't have dared questioning his decision to send me to Hathaway High School, for one thing. It was a school for slaves and that was what I was and I certainly had no business crying to my Master about my treatment there. I was a faggot and a cocksucker, and I wasn't the first slave, male or female, who'd ever been raped and I wouldn't be the last. I was probably one of the few who cried on her Master's shoulder afterwards though. I should have been whipped for it, in my honest opinion, and doubtless Mercy would have attended to it herself. I had little doubt the woman was experienced with keeping a teenage girl in line, even if the girl in question was really a boy. A woman like her would have standards of a higher sort than many Masters and she'd pride herself on presenting a well disciplined household. Mr. Reiser was undermining her authority in that respect, or so I feared. These were very much the thoughts I had, despite my happiness at Mr. Reiser's attentions and his seemingly odd treatment of me. At times he terrified me, like the evening before when he'd spoken of running away and showed me the auction house in the cellars of that club. Other times he seemed to delight in bringing me pleasure, with his words or touch. Emotionally I was up and down constantly, and it was all very confusing. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= "I picked up some things for you today." Mr. Reiser was saying and we were standing in one of the smaller bedrooms. There were four bedrooms in the house and slave quarters above the large garage, but they were unused and this bedroom had been set aside for me by Mercy, although I didn't think I'd be using it very much. At least not for sleeping. The closet I would use though, as well as the dresser and vanity. It was a nice room, dressed in baby blue and white, but impersonal as yet and I was decided to decorate it soon to make it more personal, with permission of course. "Oh, is all this for me?" I gasped at a small pile of cardboard boxes and several plastic bags sitting near the bed. "Hopefully some of it will fit you." Mr. Reiser smiled. "Take a look." I did look and found several outfits, skirts and blouses, a full length dress, and some underthings. Lingerie from Victoria's Secret and I was reminded of my camisole and I promised myself to wear it for my Master soon. There were shoes as well, several pairs of high heels, higher than I would have picked, but no worse than the leather boots my mother had bought for me. It was fun opening the packages, rather like my birthday, and I was smiling and giddy with excitement. Mr. Reiser had me try everything on for him of course, and I caught Mercy looking in on us through the open door. She neither smiled nor frowned and I chose to ignore her as she retired to her own room for the evening. I was busy putting on the dress that Mr. Reiser had picked out, a very real evening gown of all things and it probably had no business being on a teenager, but it fit me wonderfully and even with my lack of breasts there was nothing to complain about.  It was blue, but such a dark shade that it looked black, and covered with fine sequins that shimmered when I moved. It seemed to cling to me like a second skin, conforming to every contour of my body and I removed my panties somewhat belatedly as they were altogether too obvious beneath that exquisite dress. It was ankle length and slit in the front, halfway up my dark thighs, and the gown showed off my ass wonderfully, and my flat little tummy and narrow waist. I wished I had bigger hips, but they didn't look bad. The back of the dress was open to the very top of my ass, to the small dimple at the beginning of my buttocks, and the front was a deep V so that even without full breasts, my smooth brown skin looked soft and inviting and my swollen nipples showed clearly when I turned the proper way. "God." I swallowed hard and I couldn't believe what that dress was doing for me. I was beautiful. "Whew." Mr. Reiser let out a breath and smiled at my reflection in the mirror. "Put on the shoes, there's a pair that match." I found them; a pair of leather slings the same color as the dress with three inch heels and they ft me perfectly. My Master had evidently done his homework before he'd gone shopping. I put them on, fastening the delicate ankle straps and stood up carefully, afraid I'd break them somehow just standing there and ruin everything. The heels pushed my ass out nicely, causing my to arch my spine slightly and I told myself to keep my shoulders back. I had a habit of slouching slightly, since I was always self-conscious about my chest.  "Shoulders back, Dani." I whispered, checking my posture in the mirror and chancing a smile at Mr. Reiser as I turned around for him. "Mmmm..." Mr. Reiser had his arms crossed and he lifted his right hand to his mouth, looking me up and down. "Is this okay?" I asked, suddenly afraid it wasn't and my heart was thumping. "You're excited." He observed and I blinked at that, not understanding at first. "Oh...Oh!" I looked down and realized I had the beginnings of an erection and even though I wasn't fully hard, my penis was obvious beneath that dress. "I'm sorry, I'll...uh..." I frowned, thinking he didn't like it. I was spoiling it for him. "...Maybe I can wear a thong, or..." "No..." He chuckled and shook his head. "...It's perfect, just like that." "Like this?" I looked down at myself again and my penis had actually softened again with my rising panic, but even so it was there and noticeable. The dress was just too perfect for my body. "Oh yes, that's exactly what I want from you." He told me. "I want a girl with just a hint of something else, something hidden and waiting for me. That's what I like." "Alright." I swallowed hard and tried to smile, but I was still anxious that he might be unhappy. "But, what about other people, I mean..." "Shhh..." He smiled into my eyes. "...I like that too. Wear that tonight, I want to show you off." "Yes sir." I smiled back and it was easier now. "I told Mercy to make sure there was makeup in the vanity, go ahead and make yourself beautiful." Mr. Reiser told me. "I'm going to change real quick. You make me feel underdressed." "Really?" I giggled and nodded. "Okay." And I sucked my bottom lip, posing for the man as he gave me one more long look and he was very happy, I thought. I was hardly an expert at applying makeup, it wasn't a skill I'd been allowed to practice very much growing up. The good thing about being sixteen though, is that very little makeup is actually required. Of course, being a very pretty boy like I was didn't hurt either. I found some lipstick I liked, a shade of sienna that seemed to go well with my complexion. Some blue for my eyes, although I had no idea if it was supposed to match my dress or not, I rather hoped so because I liked the effect. Some mascara to give my eyelashes a little substance, and some perfume. Some Chanel #5 in a tiny crystal vial that smelled like so nice it gave me goosebumps and it was such a small bottle I only used a tiny amount, deciding I was going to make it last as long as possible. Mr. Reiser retuned to find me brushing my hair, although I was just waiting for him by then. I made him wait though, smiling inwardly and promising the man I was almost ready. I knew that much at least about being a woman.  "You need these, here..." Mr. Reiser was carrying a small wooden box and he set it down. "...Pearls? I think so." It was a jewelry box and a very simple one. There were a number of rings, earrings, and bracelets and necklaces inside it, all rather jumbled, I'm afraid to say. The presentation made me wonder a bit. "Are they real?" I asked, thinking no one would keep real jewelry tossed haphazardly in a jewelry box like that. It was the sort of box a man would use for cufflinks and tie clips maybe, not earrings and tennis bracelets. "Oh yes." Mr. Reiser smiled and he was carefully extracting a pearl necklace from the mess. "An assortment of decorations for certain...Friends in my youth." He seemed slightly embarrassed so I didn't press for more of an explanation for that. I supposed he'd bought jewelry for his male lovers, as he'd bought them clothes, and tried to turn them into the girls he desired. The girl I was. It hadn't worked with them, or so I gathered from the clues, but now he had me and as Mr. Reiser put a real strand of white pearls around my slender black neck, we could both see it was working fine. "That's it." He breathed into my ear, both of us looking at me in the mirror. "Perfect...Um, earrings...You have pierced ears, right?" "Yes sir." I said softly and I was touching the pearls with my fingertips, finding it hard to find the breath to answer him. "Sapphires...I think there's some...Here..." He did have sapphire earrings, of course, small ones, but nonetheless beautiful as they were surrounded by tiny diamonds in a circular cluster. I put them on one at a time, fitting the backs to the posts and turning my head from side to side to admire them and it was all too perfect. "What's wrong, Dani?" He asked me and I was frowning sucking my top lip and closing my eyes. "Hey?" I felt his hands on my shoulders and I shook my head, taking a deep ragged breath and letting it out. I wasn't going to cry, it would ruin my makeup and there was no reason for it. I was thinking this was a dream, or even if it wasn't, it couldn't last. I was a slave, Mr. Reiser was my Master. He wasn't going to marry me. He probably wasn't even going to keep me, once he was bored with me. I was just new, just another pretty boy for him to fuck. This wasn't going to last and I'd have all of this now, but he'd take it all away from me someday. That's what I was thinking and it was sad and self-pitying and, I don't know, it was wrong. I was being childish and I knew it. I was just afraid of being too happy. "I'm just really happy, Master." I told him. "You don't have to call me that in this room." He said and I felt his lips in my hair as he kissed my head. "But...Can't I? Please?" I opened my eyes and looked at us in the mirror. An older white Master and his too young black mistress looked back and we were hardly unique in history, I knew. "If it pleases you." He shrugged after a few seconds of silence. "I don't know your first name." I smiled and lowered my eyes. "It's Master." Mr. Reiser laughed as I blinked at him and then I smiled as well. "Yes sir." I agreed. =--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= We went to the club in a small Mercedes and Mr. Reiser assured me it was my car to use, although it would remain his in name, obviously. A slave couldn't own anything. He was driving however, as my dress and especially my shoes were wholly unsuited to the task. I much preferred being the passenger anyway and I'm not sure I'd trust a man who let a woman drive him, or at least a mistress or girlfriend. It always seemed to me that driving was a gentleman's responsibility, by custom if nothing else, and I liked being the mistress. "Are you cold? Come here..." Mr. Reiser held up his right arm to hug me as I slid close as the seats allowed. "I should have picked up a fur coat or something too. I didn't think of it." "A fur coat?" I laughed and pressed my hand to his chest, rubbing him slowly through his dress shirt. He was wearing a silk suit and it was soft and a wonderful shade of grey, like smoke. "Well, you have to have something in a dress like that." He smiled. "A stole maybe, I don't know. I've never had a real girlfriend before." "Is that what I am?" I asked playfully, sliding my hand down to his trousers and feeling his flaccid penis laying in wait for me. "You're my negra slave." He shrugged. "And tonight, yes, you're my girlfriend too." "Thank you." I sighed, snuggling just a little closer as he held me, steering with one hand. "Tomorrow morning you drive yourself to school, right?" Mr. Reiser said and I'd been expecting him to mention something about it.  It was typical of him to mention it when I was feeling especially happy about something else and I just nodded. His cock was stirring under my fingers and I continued to rub him through his pants, coaxing Mr. Reiser's cock to become swollen and excited for me. I was feeling horny and had been ever since I'd started trying on all my new clothes for the man. Even being reminded that I had to return to my new school the following day wasn't enough to dissuade my lusty interest. "Hmmm...You better not do that too much, we're almost there." Mr. Reiser warned me and his cock was hard now, pulsing every now and again beneath my hand. "Drive slower." I whispered and I was unzipping him. "Slower?" He chuckled. "I am driving slower, uh...I'm going to have to park in a minute." "Mmmm..." I giggled and then I had his cock out and Mr. Reiser didn't stop me as I leaned over carefully, taking him into my mouth and sucking his penis gently while he drove. "Oh, Jesus...You're getting better at that..." Mr. Reiser sighed and moved slightly in his seat, trying to give me more room. "...You learned something in school today, didn't you?" "Hmmphh?" I lifted my mouth and laughed, licking my lips ad looking at his face in the dim light. "I guess I did." "Don't stop..." He grinned down at me and pushed my head back onto his cock gently. "...That's too good." It was slightly awkward giving Mr. Reiser a blowjob in a moving car and I couldn't deep throat him like I wanted to, but I was able to get half of him in my mouth anyway and I contented myself with bobbing my head up and down and following my mouth with my right hand, jerking him off while I sucked him. It was nice like that, for both of us I thought, and I just loved the feeling of his smooth hot shaft sliding between my stretched lips. It was thick and sexy and I washed his cockhead happily with my tongue, tickling at the man's pisshole with the tip and then wriggling beneath the head as it went in and out. "Damn...Ummm...Hold on..." Mr. Reiser chuckled with frustration and I realized he was pulling over. We were on the Owner's Club plantation by then, for lack of a better word, somewhere along the drive leading from the main road up to the mansion. Mr. Reiser had pulled to the soft shoulder and he was getting out as I sat up, unsure of what we were doing until he opened the passenger door. His long white cock was still standing out straight from his trousers and he stood there smiling and presenting it to me. "Okay...Go ahead, Dani...Take it...Suck me off now..." It was a lot easier, I had to admit and I just turned in my seat, putting my right foot outside the car and leaning forward to take my Master's fat cock back into my hungry mouth. I pulled his balls free then, so that they hung loose in the night air and I moved my mouth up and down slowly while I played with them. A car drove by a minute later and slowed down, but didn't stop and neither did I. Whether the people in it could see me or what I was doing, I didn't care. I was sucking my owner's cock and taking him into my throat finally as Mr. Reiser groaned softly and held my head. "Jesus...I want to fuck you..." He was breathing. "...But your mouth feels so fucking good, you little whore...Jesus...Suck it, suck it all the way..." He was fucking himself into me, the way Mr. Reiser liked to do it, holding my head when it started feeling too good, and just moving his hips to slide his aching cock in and out between my lips. I was definitely getting better at it and all I had to do was remember to lean way forward and wipe my chin a lot. Everytime Mr. Reiser would pull back from my throat my mouth would be overflowing with saliva and precum and it was always more than I could swallow. I usually needed a big drink of air too and so all that wet mess would spill from my lips and if I wasn't careful, onto my brand new dress. I was being real careful, which probably explains as much as anything why my Master decided to fuck me instead of cumming in my mouth. "Come on...Stop, Dani...Come here...Bend over, I'm going to fuck you now..." Mr. Reiser was pulling me out of the car and I giggled breathlessly as he pushed me over the hood of the Mercedes, which was at least nice and warm after all the driving. "Yeah...Careful...Oh God!" I laughed as I just stretched out on my tummy, breathing hard and laughing. "Oh yeah, I'm careful..." Mr. Reiser promised and he was pushing my dress up, exposing my long brown legs and then my nice round ass and I spread my thighs for him, nodding over my shoulder because I wanted it now. "Fuck me...Put it in..." I begged the man and then I sighed with pleasure as Mr. Reiser pressed his cockhead to my anus, which was more than ready.  I was already greased with KY jelly, having come to the conclusion that I'd be needing it before the night was done and now I was very pleased to find I'd been right. I was loose anyway, having been fucked a half dozen times already that day, but now I was hot and slippery and my owner's rigid manhood went balls deep into my asshole with one deliciously long push.  "Ohhh fuuuuuck...Dani that's good, baby..." Mr. Reiser moaned and held my hips, pulling me off the hood slightly so I could thrust my ass back against him. He fucked me hard then, as hard as he wanted to and it was feeling good for me. I was sore, yeah, and tender and abused back there, it would doubtlessly really hurt later, or in the morning, but right then, being fucked on the side of the road by my Master? It was heavenly and his thighs were slapping mine as his urgent cock rushed in and out of my asshole easily. My semi-hard penis was hanging down with my balls, swinging and swaying and that felt both funny and good all at once too. A car drove by, giving us a honk and I saw a black girl's face looking out the passenger window as she stared at us. It just made me giggle and push my ass back harder; rolling my hips and grinding my ass against the man I loved. "I'm cumming...Fuck! I wanna fuck you all night...Ohhh..." Mr. Reiser pulled me to him hard, all his motion coming to a stop while I worked my ass around on his dick, squeezing him with my asshole, working those muscles to milk his cock for every drop of sperm I could get inside my horny black ass. "Oh God!" I breathed, turning my head so I could kiss him. "That feels good." "Shit." Mr. Reiser kissed me and grinned. "You're telling me? I'm going to need some Viagra after a few more days of this." "No." I kissed him again. "You're not that old. I love you, Master." "I love you too." He whispered and that was the first time he'd said it and I felt my heart skip a beat and then keep going, even harder than before. He loved me. I reached back, holding Mr. Reiser's head and his mouth to mine because I needed a long, deep and serious kiss while his cock still leaked his creamy orgasm into my hot trembling body. End of chapter 07