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Tales of a Dedicated Jack Of Spades - Part 3
Russo:
My Master has me marked with the Jack Of Spades symbol in three places: on the back of my right hand so it is in plain sight every time I shake a man's hand; on my chest, which was his first location so that the guys at the gym have a clear view of it when I'm in the steam room, jacuzzi, or showers after a good work out; and finally, on the back of my right butt cheek. This last one may seem like a strange location as no one is going to see my butt, except my Master. But with this third and last location came a new rule from my Black King. As a slave it was expected that I would sit down to pee because with my dick in chastity it made it easier, but when I got my last JofS tattoo on my ass, my Master instructed me that whenever I had to piss in public I had to lower my pants to the floor and fully display my ass tattoo and my cage to the other guys using the urinals at the same time.
Master called these my Jack Of Spades adventures and he instructed me to share them with you on Nifty.
These adventures were great. The first one happened in a busy bar. We were sitting at the bar having a drink when the bartender noticed the tattoo. He asked me what it meant and I was reticent to tell him because it was a busy place, with noise so I would have to yell it to him. I looked to my husband/Master for help but he Just shrugged and said "tell him boy." So I leaned over and told this total stranger, in a loud voice that the tattoo meant I was dedicated to being used by Black Kings in anyway they choose. He smirked and told me " I know what it means faggot I just wanted to make sure you did." Then our table was ready so we sat and ordered our meal. Then, just as the food was delivered, the bartender came to our table and said he had a 15 minute break and asked my husband permission to borrow me. He took me to the alleyway behind the restaurant by the trash cans and told me to strip. I was terrified because this was still a pretty visible area, but I did what he said and took off my clothes. Then he pushed me to my knees and I sucked him off. I was aware that other people had seen us because they offered catcalls, etc. I even heard the man I was blowing tell someone that I only served Black Kings so to get lost. I was hard as a rock through all of this but eventually he came all over my face and hair. Then he picked up my clothes and told me he would return them to my owner. For the next 30 minutes I hunkered down by the trash, naked, loving every minute of it. Finally my Master came out and he was laughing his ass off at me, but I was still hard as a rock. He made me put back on only my shorts which did very little to hide my hard dick and then we took a leisurely stroll back to our hotel with him fully dressed and me barefoot and trailing behind him by a couple of feet with my head hung in shame.
I am a dedicated jack of spades Sir and have taken an oath to serve black men in any way they choose because I believe in my heart Sir that black men are far superior to us whites. Therefore I have taken an oath to serve my superiors Sir
It is working out pretty well Sir but I find there are still a lot of black men out there who don't understand their superiority over we whites. I display the jack of spades symbol every chance I get and I do get used sometimes but not as often as I like. But it is not only about sex. For instance if I am going into a store and a black man is behind me I step aside and hold the door for him. If I'm in line at the grocery store with one or two items and a black man with a full cart comes up behind me I step aside and invite him to go first. I refer always to black men as Sir no matter their status in life.
The last time the symbol was recognized was when I was in the bathroom at the big mall. I always go to the most remote bathrooms so there is less traffic. Like I told you before, mY husband/Master, who is black has had the jack of spades symbol tattooed on my ass. So when I am at a public urinal he has instructed me to lower my pants all the way to the floor when I piss so the tattoo is visible. Last month there was a tall black man who came in, about 65 or so years old and he walked up to me and spanked me hard on my ass. I said `thank you Sir how may I serve you?' Which is how I have been trained to respond to any contact from a superior black man. And he told me to get on my knees and drink his piss. Which I was most happy to do. Before he was finished the door opened and a couple of other men entered who were not happy. So they left and the man I was serving laughed and pulled his dick out of my mouth and pissed all over my hair. Then he asked me for my tshirt and he used it to wipe off his dick and I was left to clean up the mess on the floor which I did with my tongue then I hightailed it back to my car with no shirt and stinking of piss with wet hair. One of the best days of my life.
As a jack of spades I have taken an oath to serve all black men, no matter who they are, what they look like, what they need, whether it is private or in public. And it goes beyond sex. It's running errands, cleaning houses, chauffeuring you around, paying your bills, always letting you go first. Even today I went out and I held the door for 2 black men and when they said thanks I said it was my honour Sir. Things like that Sir. It is a lifestyle. Not just a sexy thing.
I also work out in a small neighborhood gym that is mostly black guys, so some days when I strip down to get changed to my workout gear I don't even make it out of the locker room. I am well known as the white bitch who will do anything to serve a Black King. Sometimes I wash them in the showers, sometimes I'm forced to be their urinals or their toilets. Sometimes my throat is fucked and sometimes my pussy. And sometimes I just go and work out...so my body can be as perfect as possible for the use and abuse of Black Kings everywhere.
TO BE CONTINUEDÉ
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