Sissy Missy Gets A Black Master -- Secret No More
By D.O.
"Sissy, I'll be home in an hour. I already ate, so no dinner. I don't have to tell you to be dressed appropriately for Master, in your maid outfit. No panties. Have your pussy plug ready to go and be sitting on your sissy chair, of course. I have a couple of surprises for you, faggot." Black Master spoke the words in his usual tone, relaxed but authoritative. There was no room for argument and he did not suffer me to disagree with him. It simply was not allowed. And I did not want to disagree with him. As much as I hated myself for it, I could not stop my heart from beating faster and my breathing coming in shorter gasps whenever I knew Black Master was on his way to my home, our home now really. He had been spending much of his free time here the last few months and I spent every second he was in the house waiting on his every need, whether it was cooking his dinner, doing his laundry or being the target of his endless libido. I desired his look of approval, his soothing words, and his unyielding sexual authority.
I was already dressed as a sissy maid, complete with super slutty 6 inch strappy pumps and my tramp make-up. God I looked like such a whore and I was in fact. I had become a whore for Black Master's cock. I wanted nothing more than to please his amazing manhood and drink of his sweet nectar. What the fuck had happened to me? I used to love banging chicks, now I could scarcely even get hard thinking about tits and pussy. I was the pussy now. The sissy faggot. And Black Master made certain I knew it.
I let my panties glide down my denuded legs and kicked them to the side. I then slid down onto the huge black dildo that was glued to one of my kitchen chairs, making it my sissy chair. It still made me wince a bit every time I mounted it, even with a ton of lube and plenty of prep time. It was massive but I was learning to push past the pain and revel in the feeling of fullness that shot through my bowels. It was like white hot electricity, just as when Black Master used my pussy, followed by the sensation of an erotic darkness that stole over me as I surrendered more and more of my maleness. That former masculinity was almost gone now, replaced by the feminine and submissive nature of a true prissy bitch. My useless and tiny white prick hung between my legs; it would sprout to hardness soon, but only because of Black Master's power.
I sat there with my guts speared and my knees together, waiting. I soon heard the familiar `thump, thump, thump' of Master's sound system emanating from his car. He pulled in the driveway and I heard the car door slam a few seconds later. Less than a minute later, the door handle was turning and there he was. My Black Master. I blushed as I always do upon first catching site of him after a day apart. His massively muscled physique blocked the entire doorway. He smirked and chuckled, as he often does. "There's my little fucking sissy. Pretty as always. Such a good girl, on her sissy chair, as is expected. Miss me honey?"
I trembled as he entered the house and spoke at me. "Y...yes Black Master. I always look forward to you coming home, Sir..." I spoke in as high a voice as possible, and had recently begun incorporating a bit of a lisp into my speech as well. Black Master seemed to approve. My little boi-clitty was standing stiff now as I belittled myself in front of the man who now practically owned me and controlled my life. I still could not believe how much this whole......thing, aroused me. My sphincter involuntarily clenched around the dildo; it was as if my pussy itself knew to prepare for Master.
"Spread your legs, sissy Dani. I got something new for you to wear... Heh, heh." He chuckled, and evil sounding laugh devoid of mirth or warmth. I did as instructed immediately and Master again chuckled when he saw my stiff cockette. "Boi clitty all fucking hard, eh sissy? I'm flattered that's because of me, but I've been thinking... What does a sissy really need a useless prick for anyway? You're never gonna fuck me. Hell you're never gonna fuck anybody again, as long as you're mine." I wasn't sure what he was talking about, but as he moved closer to me in his swift, cat-like motion, I was suddenly overwhelmed by his scent. It made me stiffen even more and I felt my mouth begin to water.
Black Master stepped between my thighs and forced them apart even farther. He then began slapping my erection, slapping it very hard. I yelped as the pain radiated through my dick and into my abdomen. I tried to push his hands away, reflexively. Big mistake. "What do you think you're doing faggot!?" He raised his voice a bit and I knew he was pissed. "You don't push me away. You don't make the decisions here. You know that. Don't you, you fucking prissy bitch?" He quickly grabbed both my wrists in one strong hand, yanking them above my head and with his free hand twisted my chin so I was forced to look him in the eye. "Look at me faggot." I was helpless to his strong words and stronger grasp. He moved his hand holding my chin down and started slapping my clit again, seeming to derive pleasure from my obvious discomfort and embarrassment. It was his way.
My boner soon shrank under the constant backhand and forehand smacks. Black Master stepped back. I could see the enjoyment in his eyes and I could do nothing to disguise my own delight and desire from his knowing stare. He reached into his pocket and withdrew an object. As he moved to show it to me, I recognized what it was and my heart skipped what felt like two beats. A chastity device. Fuck! I met Black Master's perceptive look again and we both knew that I knew what was about to happen. "You see, Dani, I've enjoyed our time together and plan to continue enjoying the future. But, really what does a sissy faggot need to sport wood for? I have decided that you have been a tad too focused of late on your own pleasure and that disappoints me. A sissy should always be 100% centered on her Master's desires and well-being, not thinking about the next time she might cum...... So easy fix: you aren't going to cum anymore, unless I deem it suitable. Putting you in chastity will ensure that your thoughts remain focused on your Black Master......me." He stopped talking and caught my gaze again, staring at me with an intensity I could barely remember from him.
My mouth felt dry and I couldn't swallow. I tried to croak out a few words. "M...mast......Master... P...please... I... I'll try to do b......better." I was crying, ashamed of my position and my behavior. "This is happening sissy. Of course there are......other options. I could always take you to a specialty surgeon and have your cock and balls removed permanently. We can do that, Dani. Sound good?" He continued onward, without pausing for a response from me. "Or I can slip this little cock harness on you and presto! No more bothersome boners for my little sissy missy." I nodded my consent, not that he needed it, through crying eyes, my face undoubtedly streaked with mascara now. "P...please p...put me in ch......chastity, B...Black Master, S...Sir." I was begging for it, as I knew that Black Master might not be joking about the surgeon thing.
He laughed again. "If you insist, sissy." The look he gave me was positively wicked as he knelt down between my spread thighs and proceeded to strip away the final relics of manliness from me, rendering the very thing that made me a man......useless. Less than useless. A wrinkled appendage I would now use only to pee with. He fit it onto me and I heard the click as he latched the tiny padlock and made a show of putting the key in his wallet. I looked down at my now truly ineffectual boi-clitty and wondered at the rubbery plastic now sheathing it. Black Master then proceeded to tie a little pink bow around it, making it even girlier. My emasculation seemed complete and it was difficult to describe just how right it felt. I felt a strange simultaneous feeling of loathing toward myself and my weakness, coupled with overwhelming love and gratitude toward Black Master for delivering me from my former life of unenthusiastic sex with women. I would never have known the joys of serving and submitting to a man such as Black Master, the man who showed me my true self. I looked up into his hard eyes and hoped I was showing my thanks properly.
"Occasionally, when I decide, I may allow you to remove the clitty cage and stroke yourself off. It will not be often. In the meantime, we will also work together on getting to know your pussy more thoroughly. Lots of sissies learn how to cum just from having their Master inside them, just like a woman. Heh, heh." He looked at me with a depraved grin and I felt myself blushing again. "Thank you, Black Master. Thanks you for letting me become your obedient sissy bitch.
He chortled again. "You're welcome Sissy Dani. But you may want to save some of that blushing for the next surprise. I got a real fun night in store for you, my sexy little vixen." I swallowed hard, feeling a sense of trepidation at his words. He pulled me up roughly off the sissy chair and quickly jammed a big plug up my ass. With that he walked out of the room, down towards the bedrooms. I started as I heard another car pull into my driveway and shut off. Who the hell was here now? Was Black Master planning to share me with his other black friends, as he'd been talking about doing for some time? "When the doorbell rings, answer it sissy. I'll join you in a minute or two." I felt my heart pounding as I heard a car door slam shut. I heard the steps up the walk and up onto the porch. The doorbell rang. Shit. I couldn't not answer it without risking Black Master's wrath. My sissy maid skirt covered my chastity-encased prick and kinda covered my ass, barely. It would have to do. I moved to the door, my breathing coming in short gasps now as I wondered with dread who this could be. I opened the door in one swift motion. I practically fainted as I saw the man on my doorstep.
I stood there in the doorway of my home, dressed like a total fucking sissy as I surveyed the startled face of my father!
I spoke before I could think. "Dad! What are you doing here?" It dawned on me seconds later that had I not called him dad in my own voice, it's possible I may have been able to pass myself off as some slut I was fucking and perhaps ushered him out before he even came in. But by the time those thoughts had occurred to me, I had already called him dad.
"Daniel! Is that you? What the hell are you doing dressed like that? Immature costume party or some ill-conceived practical joke?" He stepped past me into the house and I started to panic. I couldn't let dad and Black Master meet. He saw my sissy chair immediately. "Jesus Christ, Daniel. I don't need to know what you do with your perverted girlfriends. Why did you invite me over if you have a girl here? Huh?" I wrinkled my nose in thought, trying to remember when I would have invited him here, especially without mom. "Uhh, Dad. I didn't invite you. You're mistaken. Look, I'm kinda...... busy right now. Can you come back some other time?" I kept my voice down, hoping Black Master was maybe in the bathroom or something and couldn't hear us.
"There's no mistake. You sent your dad an email invite to come over tonight. Or rather, I sent him an invite from your email account..." My heart and mind both shrank as I heard Black Master speak and I realized my father was about to find out my secret. My straight-laced, Catholic, right-wing, and kinda racist retired cop father was about to find out that his son was a cross-dressing sissy faggot with a giant black thug for a Master and lover.
My father and I both turned and I gasped a little at the sight of Black Master. He was wearing a pair of relaxed-fit jeans and a white tank top that accentuated his massive muscles. He looked like some kind of African god. He had a slight smirk playing across his features and he was obviously already enjoying this scenario. A scenario which he had planned out meticulously. "Well hello Officer Williamson. So pleased to finally meet you." He held out a hand to shake my father's hand. Jesus what was happening? "Daniel, aren't you going to explain what's going on now? Aren't you going to introduce me to your......friend here?" I cringed a little at the venom with which my dad said the word `friend'. I had a feeling he would feel even more harshly towards Black Master in a few minutes.
"Yes, Dani. Why don't you introduce me to your father. You can do that, right?" I felt myself trembling, my knees going weak as my world started to crash down around me. I didn't even know Black Master's name. How would I introduce him? We caught each others' gaze and suddenly I understood. Shit.
I started to stammer and stutter, uncertain of how to proceed. "Uhhh, Dad. This is......Black Master..." I said the words under my breath; mumbled, hoping they might not be heard. "Speak up, son. I can't understand you!" My father tended to be a direct man. "This is Black Master............" I didn't know what else to say, could think of no other way to explain it.
My father looked perplexed. "No name, just Black Master? Sounds like a gang name to me..." Having been a cop, he felt he knew all about that kind of thing. Black Master just smiled and answered him gruffly, but directly. "Black Master is all I permit your son to call me. It is more than sufficient and more importantly, to my liking. And really, he's not your son anymore...... she's your daughter. This is now how your `boy' dresses. And do you know why? Because I say so. I control every aspect of his life and he enthusiastically gave me that right. Just like he gave me himself......" He allowed the sentence to trail off and I could just see the glimmer of cognizance in Dad's eyes as he began to realize just what I had become. I kept my eyes lowered; I couldn't look him in the face.
Black Master reached over and lifted up the frilly hem of my mini-skirt. "See how I keep your `boy' in chastity now, Officer? That little white dick ain't getting hard again unless I allow it. Turn around Dani!" I did as ordered and felt him again pull up the hem of the skirt, this time exposing my naked lily-white globes with my girliest pink buttplug shoved up my hole. I felt a smack on my ass cheeks as Master made a production of the entire thing. "See how quick he moves to obey me? Just like a jail-house bitch, this one is. He, or should I say she, gave it up so sweet, just like sugar. She couldn't for wait for her Black Master to be inside her little pussy. Heh, heh......"
I peeked upward and saw the look of incredulousness crossing my father's face. It wasn't everyday a man found out his heretofore straight son had turned into a prissy, cock-sucking faggot eager to sexually please black men; all things considered, it could have gone worse.
"You...... You sir, cannot do this. Daniel is my son and this, THIS is NOT going to happen." He started to raise his voice and began to point a finger in Black Master's direction. Not something Master takes kindly to. In his calmest, but most dangerous sounding voice he spoke, cutting off my father's rambling words. "You will never point a finger at me again, old man. You may have been a cop at one time, now...... well not so much. This has already happened. Take a look around you. Dani may still legally own this house, but it's mine, understand? And don't think for a minute that she didn't want it. She makes my dinner, does my laundry, and pays for all my shit. I turned this bitch out months ago and now she stars in movies on the internet, making me cash. She sucks my dick...... your `boy' here swallows, old man. Heh, heh. She swallows so nice. Such a good girl... And that ass? What a sweet, sweet cunnyhole your boy got. You ought to see her bucking like a mare in heat when I'm giving it to her. I've bred that shithole, probably three hundred times by now. Yeah, Dani wants this. If she didn't, I'd find another bitch, but Dani has been so accommodating, never putting up an argument. A real sissy for a real Black Master..."
Black Master was staring at me as he finished his sentence and I was beet red, tears streaming down my face. I had never been more mortified in my life, yet I couldn't deny his claim that I had never resisted. Not truly, anyway. If I had strictly wanted out of our arrangement, I'm sure I could have, perhaps not without some awkwardness to my personal life, but nothing that couldn't have been overcome. But the truth was......I didn't want out. I was falling for Black Master, falling hard. I adored everything about him, every inch of his hard sculpted body.
My father looked to be just shy of enraged, but he managed to keep his calm. "Well if you two queers want to suck and fuck each other, who the hell am I to stop you?" He looked me dead in the eye. "I hope you're pleased Daniel. pleased with your faggot nigger boyfriend......or whatever he is." He paused. "You will never tell your mother about this, is that clear?"
I swallowed hard and nodded, barely daring to look up at him. I mumbled. "Agreed." Black Master took over the conversation again. He looked my father dead in the eye. "And you white man, will never again address me as faggot' or queer' or least of all `nigger'. Is that fucking clear? I hate racists. Maybe I'll let your little girl here pay for you calling me a nigger. What do you say? I think I'll take it out of her ass tonight... Heh."
My father had turned white as a ghost as he realized that what he'd said meant that I was almost certainly going to get fucked extra hard tonight. Probably with the utmost brutality and cruelty Black Master could muster. I didn't have the heart to let it be known to Dad that I would love such a thing and might even have an assgasm while Black Master raped me.
My father turned stiffly. "I'm leaving. Don't contact me again, other than for family emergencies. You two will not be welcome in our home. You two......degenerates..." With that he left, slamming the door as he exited the house. I looked up at Black Master through tear stained eyelids and saw him giving me a look of utter contempt and yet, I knew that in his way, he cared about me. Was it love? Perhaps, perhaps not. But in any event, I knew that I was in for some rough manhandling tonight; I felt my tiny cockette desperately trying to get hard, aroused by the thought, but finding nowhere to go in the hardened rubber prison enclosing it, trapping it like a useless worm.
"How did you like your surprises, sissy? Not much fun, I'm sure, but both necessary to allow you to truly become the prissy faggot you want to be. No more secrets, at least from your father. And no more worrying about your tiny fag clit anymore. Now you can focus on me, like a good little sissy girl..."
He chuckled again, clearly enjoying my distress and the manner in which he held me in sway. He grinned devilishly at me. "Well that shit made me horny as hell! Get on down to the bedroom and get ready for Master, Dani. I'm gonna be bringing it full-on tonight, bitch."
With one final hard slap of his hand to my buttocks, I scurried down the hall, my desire deepening. I could almost feel the wanton need creeping through my guts, my very bowels in heat. I was about to become the happiest sissy on the face of the earth. I'm so lucky to have Black Master.
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