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CAUTION: This story is not politically correct. It includes the humiliation and degradation of willing and maybe not so willing black women. The "n" word is used liberally.
by Neal
When Julia woke up the next morning, Charlene was still asleep, laying next to her. The colored girl slipped out of bed, careful not to wake her new mistress. She put on a tee shirt and sweat pants before leaving the room to head off to the bathroom. In the familiar public surroundings of the hallway, the colored girl was taken by the normalcy of the scene in contrast to what had taken place last night behind the closed door of her dorm room
Upon her return to the room, Julia saw that Charlene was awake and sitting up in bed. The brunette watched the black girl close the door.
"I didn't notice you gettin' up," said Charlene, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "I wondered what happened to you."
"I had to go to the bathroom," replied Julia.
Charlene stretched and yawned, keeping her eyes focused on Julia.
"You know, I used to have Donna pee for me," she said, returning to the subject of her domination of her high school friend.
"Really?" asked Julia. "Was that somethin' else she used to fantasize about doin' for her pretty white lady?"
"She never said so," answered Charlene. "It was somethin' else I thought of. It really embarrassed her. I loved it. Pretty nasty, huh?"
Julia was familiar with that particular kink. Mike, Sean, and their father Mister Kelty all had enjoyed having her put on that particular degrading performance for them. At first she'd thought it was nasty, but mainly it was just embarrassing to have to squat and pee in front of someone. The thing was, seeing how much they liked seeing her pissing like a puppy made her not mind doing it for them. Still, it was incredibly humiliating. Of course, that added to her own pleasure, as well as her shame.
"I dunno," said Julia. "I... uh... used to do that for... um... a guy in high school I knew."
"Are you serious?!" exclaimed Charlene, no longer appearing sleepy. "You peed for some guy? Was he your boyfriend?"
"Um... not exactly... he was... well... yeah... I guess he was... kind of," Julia replied uncertainly.
"Wait a minute," said Charlene. "You're gonna have to explain that to me. You're not sure if some guy you let watch you pee was your boyfriend or not?"
Julia wasn't sure how to proceed. Explaining herself would involve the whole story of her high school experiences with Danny, Mike, Sean, and maybe even Mister Kelty. Still, she'd never really felt like she had anyone she could share it with who'd understand and not judge her. Perhaps Charlene would be the one she could tell.
"It's kinda complicated...," said Julia. "See, this boy..., Mike..., was friends with a guy, Danny... that I... was with... kinda like a boyfriend, but..., kinda not. Anyways, Danny let Mike... you know... do stuff with me. After junior year, Danny moved away, but Mike was still around. He was never really a boyfriend to me, but I kept... doin' stuff with him. One thing he really liked was makin' me pee for him. Once he made me do it for him an' his little brother."
"Whoa!" exclaimed Charlene. "Let me get this straight... You had a boyfriend, kind of, Danny. He let his friend, Mike, "do stuff" with you. He moved away, but you kept "doin' stuff" with Mike, like peeing for him and his little brother. Is that it?"
"I guess there's a lot I still haven't told you about," said Julia.
"I guess not!" laughed Charlene. "You gotta tell me how this ended up happening!"
"Okay," Julia started. "When I was in high school I got with this boy, Danny. I heard about him from this girl who just broke up with him. She said he was a pervert for the stuff he wanted her to do with him. I got turned on hearin' it an' thought about how I'd love it if a white boy wanted to do that with me."
"Was she black, too?" asked Charlene.
"No, it wasn't like that," answered Julia. "The stuff he wanted to do wasn't treating her like a slave or anything."
"What was it?" Charlene wanted to know.
"He wanted to treat her like... an object, I guess," Julia told her. "He liked to kiss her and have her not kiss back. That was the first thing this girl told me. It turned me on. I wasn't sure why, but it did. He liked to make her do stuff. Like go around topless under her coat. He liked it when she got embarrassed. He made her take her top off and stand with her hands behind her head and her mouth open. She said it made her feel like a piece of meat."
"Wow," said Charlene. "No way I'd do that. It's so nasty."
"Maybe, so," Julia went on. "But, it turned me on hearin' about it an' imaginin' it happenin' to me. I didn't think anybody else had such nasty thoughts or wanted to do nasty stuff like that. His girlfriend sure didn't.
"So, now I knew there was somebody who liked that kind of stuff. I 'accidentally' met up with him at this pizza place she said he liked to hang out at."
"What happened?" asked Charlene.
"Nothing that first time," answered Julia. "We talked a few times before I told him that his ex-girlfriend had said something to me about what he liked and how, unlike her, it turned me on."
"He musta liked that," said Charlene.
"Yeah, he did," Julia replied. "It ended up with me doin' stuff for him she wouldn't. It was pretty objectifying, lettin' him kiss me an' grope me with me not doin' anything back. It was kinda humiliating, actually. Just bein' a female body for him to use. But it turned me on like crazy. Seein' how much he liked it made it even better."
"Once he knew I was into it, he started doin' more. I'd have to take my panties off in the girls room after school an' ride in his car like that. He'd play with me the whole way home an' I could see people on the sidewalk an' in their cars while he did it. It was real embarrassin', but real exciting, too.
"Eventually, I told him my own fantasy about bein' a nigger. Kinda like you, he wasn't real comfortable with that at first 'cause he didn't want to say hurtful things to me. Once he did, though, he really got off on it an' so did I. He'd call me nigger an' I called him sir. He loved fuckin' me while I told him how I was his nigger.
"I guess he was kinda like a boyfriend, but to me, he was kinda like my master an' I was kinda like his slave," Julia explained.
Charlene didn't speak for a long few seconds as Julia's story sank in.
"Wow," said Charlene at last. "I thought me an' Donna were the only ones who'd ever do stuff like that."
"I thought the same thing about me an' Danny," replied Julia. "When you told me about you an' Donna, it sounded kind of familiar in a way. Of course, you were both girls, but you know what I mean."
"Yeah," agreed Charlene. "I do. But, what about this Mike guy?"
"Well, Mike was kinda... well... not so popular," said Julia. "Danny wasn't either, really. I guess they'd been best friends for a long time. But, Danny was kinda cool an' kinda cute. Mike was kinda chubby an'... well... kinda nerdy, if you know what I mean."
"I know guys like that," said Charlene. "Actually, I'm real good friends with one. I don't see him as boyfriend material, though."
"I didn't see Mike that way either," Julia went on. "One time, Danny took me an' Mike to his house when his parents weren't there an'... well... let Mike do stuff to me."
"Like what?" asked Charlene.
"At first, I had to... show him my tits," answered Julia. "It was real embarrassing for me, but it turned me on, too. Mike really got into it. Then I had to get naked. Then he just kissed on me. I didn't kiss him back or anything. He really liked that, jus' like Danny did. He groped me some, on my tits, an' between my legs. Then I had to jerk him off. He nutted all in my face an' on my tits. It was totally humiliating, but totally hot."
"After I jerked Mike off, Danny made me suck him off while Mike watched. On the ride home, Danny parked in these woods an' he played with my pussy until I came while Mike was gropin' my tits. It was super embarrassing but I came really hard. Then I had to get naked there in the woods an' jerk both of 'em off.
"Another time, Danny took me to Mike's dad's place. Mike's parents were divorced an' he liked to go to his dad's place 'cause his dad wasn't around that much an' he could have the place to himself. Danny let Mike take my clothes off an' I had to jerk him off again. Then, Danny took me upstairs an' fucked me. Right afterwards, he let Mike come in the room and look at me with his... you know... stuff leakin' out of me. I felt like a total slut.
"Danny told Mike he could fuck me if he wanted. I couldn't believe he'd do that even though he did make me jerk him off a couple times before.
"You actually let this Mike guy fuck you just because Danny wanted you to?" asked Charlene.
"I wanted to do what Danny wanted me to," Julia answered. "But Mike didn't act like he was fuckin' a girl. It was more like he was usin' my pussy to get off in. The thing was, I liked it. It kinda made me ashamed for likin' bein' used that way 'cause it was pretty degrading."
"But you didn't really like Mike, right?" Charlene wanted to know.
"Well, I liked him okay," Julia explained. "Not like a boyfriend or anything if that's what you mean. The thing was, I liked how he looked at me. Like I was some really desirable... thing. So, even though I didn't see him as really attractive or anything, I still liked how he wanted me an' saw me like some kind of sex object. I guess that doesn't make a lot of sense..."
"The way we feel doesn't always make a lot of sense," Charlene replied. "I really liked Donna a lot; she was my best friend. But, I loved treating her like a... well, like a dog. I got turned on by humiliating her. It doesn't make any sense to get off on doing stuff like that to someone you care about."
"She wanted it, too, didn't she?" asked Julia.
"Yes," answered Charlene. "But, still..."
"Danny knew what I liked," said Julia. "He wouldn't have made me do any of that stuff if he thought I didn't want to. Mike could tell I liked it, too. I mean, Danny made me show Mike how wet I got from it, so he knew."
"So... uh... when did you... pee for him?" asked Charlene, steering the discussion back to where it had started.
"That was after Danny left," Julia answered. "His family moved away after junior year."
"So Danny didn't make you do it for him?" said Charlene.
"No," replied Julia. "I didn't do anything with Mike for months after that."
"What happened?" asked Charlene.
"I kinda missed..., you know..., doin' stuff like that... bein' a nigger for a white boy," Julia explained. "I tried goin' out with other guys, but, none of 'em... did it for me. This one guy got me alone at a party an' I let him do what he wanted, but it turned out he had a girlfriend an' she walked in on us. He told her that I was the one comin' on to him! I couldn't believe it!"
"Mike came to me after that an' told me he heard about it. He also said he didn't believe it 'cause he knew I wasn't like that. It was funny, really. Mike was kinda crude an' not really attractive or anything. I didn't like him... that way, you know? But, I did trust him. I mean, he knew my secrets..., you know..., how I liked bein' a nigger, an' he never told anybody even though I'm sure I was the only girl he ever... did anything with."
"He offered to drive me home. We ended up in the same woods that I went to with him an' Danny. Mike started... touchin' me an' stuff. I didn't try to stop him an' I let him do what he wanted. Finally, he had me get out of the car an' take my clothes off an' lie on the ground so he could fuck me.
"He got between my legs, but when I tried to... you know... help him get inside me, he kinda... shot off early, if you know what I mean."
"Oh, yeah," smiled Charlene, "I know what you mean."
"I didn't mind or anything," Julia explained. "I mean, I kinda liked knowin' he got so excited by me that he couldn't control himself."
"Anyways, I tol' him I had to pee an' was gonna go off into the bushes an' do it. He said I'd get all scratched up in there an' how I should jus' do it right there. I said for him to turn around an' not look. He refused an' tol' me to do it while he watched. It was embarrassin' but, I kinda liked him tellin' me what to do like that, so I did what he wanted.
"So, you just peed on the ground there?" asked Charlene.
"It wasn't easy 'cause I was so bashful about it," Julia answered. "But, eventually I did it. It was so humiliating, but the look on his face while I did it... I could tell he really got off on it 'cause his dick started gettin' hard again even though he just came. I even started suckin' on it for him while I was still peein'.
"That's hot," said Charlene. "Really hot."
"Yeah," agreed Julia bashfully. "Then he wanted to fuck me, so I moved away from there an' lay down an' spread my legs for him. This time he got inside me an' started fuckin' me. It had been a while since I had a dick in me an' it felt really good."
Julia could tell that Charlene would want to hear more. Her roommate seemed to find the notion of the colored girl pissing for an audience quite stimulating, so she decided to tell her about an even nastier occurrence.
"Another time I went to Mike's dad's place to meet him. I was... well... suckin' Mike's cock when his little brother came in the front door."
"How little?" asked Charlene.
"Well, Mike was eighteen at the time, so I guess Sean was fifteen or sixteen," answered Julia.
"He saw you?" Charlene wanted to know.
"Not right away," replied Julia. "We were in Mike's room with the door closed. He came up an' knocked on the door. Mike... came in my face an' made me open the door with his... stuff... still drippin' off. Sean jus' stared at me with his mouth open. I felt like a whore."
"Mike made me strip for his brother an' let him touch me. After a little of that I had to suck Sean's cock. Then they both were playin' with me at once an' took turns lickin' my pussy. They both fucked me, one after the other while the other one watched. I couldn't help cummin'. It was so humiliating to have that kid think I was some kind of slut.
"After they were done with me, I tried to excuse myself to go use the bathroom an' get cleaned up. I kinda tol' Mike I had to pee, too. He tol' me he wanted to watch an' invited Sean to come along. Mike made me get up on the edge of the tub an' spread my legs so they could see everything. That was even more humiliating than gettin' fucked by both of 'em. I mean, there was still, you know, cum comin' out of my pussy an' they could see it.
"The thing was, I could tell how turned on they were by it, so I kinda got into it, too, even though it was so embarrassin'. I peed into the tub like that while they pretty much just stared between my legs.
"They both got hard watchin' so I had to take care of 'em. I sucked one while I was jerkin' the other one off. They kinda argued about whose turn it was to use me an' how one was hoggin' my mouth... It was like I was a new toy they were fightin' over. I was just a thing to them, but a thing they both wanted real bad. It was so degrading I was ashamed of myself for getting so turned on by it.
"When I got home I was still so worked up I had to play with myself an' get off even though my pussy was pretty sore from havin' them both fuck me.
"That's so cool!" exclaimed Charlene. "You seemed like such a quiet serious girl an' all the time you were... well... as much of a freak as me an' I didn't even know it. Peein' for some guy while you sucked him off! Outside in the woods! Lettin' two guys at once see you with your legs spread sittin' on a bath tub while you pissed for them! Holy shit, Julia! You're incredible!"
"Well...," blushed Julia. "I dunno about that... Maybe I got carried away doin' that stuff... an' tellin' you so much of it now. You must think I'm a total slut."
"No," said Charlene seriously. "I don't think you're a slut at all. You weren't takin' on every guy you met. That's what a slut does. You... you are a good girl who wants to please guys who'd appreciate it for what it is. You were just bein'..., like you say you are..., a good nigger."
"Thanks, Charlene," said Julia. "I'm glad you understand."
Once again, Charlene seemed lost in thought again before continuing.
"You know," Charlene started, "I haven't told you everything about Donna, either. I didn't want to... you know... freak you out or anything by tellin' you some of the stuff we did. But, now, I guess you'd be cool with it."
"I wanna hear it, if you don't mind tellin' me," said Julia. "It's like I found somebody I can talk to about this stuff who's actually done it, too. I never really tol' anybody about the stuff I did in high school 'cause... well... you know why."
"Yeah, I know just what you mean," said Charlene. "Donna was really into bein' a pet. I mean, really into it. I remember it was one of the first times we got together after school after that week she was stayin' with me an'... well..., we started doin' stuff like that."
* * *
Like usual, nobody else was home when we got to my house after school. We went up to my room and were just talkin' about stuff; nothing about us. It had been almost a week since we'd done what we did when she was stayin' over with me and I wasn't sure how she'd react if I just came out an' started tellin' her to do stuff. Donna seemed like she was waitin' for me to say something, so when I didn't, she spoke up.
"Remember when I was stayin' over last week?" she started.
"Of course!" I told her.
"I really liked bein' your... pet, you know?" said Donna. "You liked it, too, right? You're not feelin' weird about it now, are you?"
"I don't feel weird about it, no," I said. "I liked it a lot."
"I still wanna... keep doin' that..," she said. "You know, bein' your pet... if you want me to. You still do, right?"
"Yes, I do want you to, Donna," I said.
She smiled, but didn't look at me. I could tell that it embarrassed her to talk about it. Of course, I thought she was precious being all bashful about something like that.
"I'm glad," she said finally. "Can I tell you somethin' else about that? Somethin' I didn't tell you about before. I was afraid what you'd think..."
"Tell me," I said.
"You know how I been thinkin' 'bout bein' a pet to some pretty white lady?" she started.
"Yes," I replied.
"Well..., you're gonna think this is weird...," she went on, "but I used to pretend... in my room, alone..., that I was a real... pet... like a dog for her. I even... well..."
"One time, where I used to live, the people down the street were havin' a yard sale. I was jus' lookin' at the stuff they had an' I saw they were sellin' some dog stuff. A collar an' a leash. The collar was reddish brown an' had chrome studs all around it. The leash was mainly chrome chain with a leather handle. They had a dog bowl, too. A red one. I guess they used to have a dog but never got rid of the stuff 'til they were gonna move. I never knew they used to have a dog until then.
"When I saw it on the table in their driveway, I wondered what it would be like to... you know... wear it. Like a dog. I guess their dog was big, 'cause the collar looked big enough for me. I felt kinda weird about buyin' that stuff 'cause they knew I didn't have a dog or anything, so I didn't get it.
"I went home an' went up to my room," said Donna. "I thought about the pretty white lady puttin' the collar on me an' puttin' the leash on it an' walkin' me around in her yard, naked, like I was a dog. I'd hafta drink outta the dog bowl while she held the leash and watched."
"Wow, Donna!" I said. "You really got into it!"
"Well, I kinda got pretty worked up about it an' I had to... you know... take care of it an'... play with myself," she said. "Even after I came I kept thinkin' about it. Then I started thinkin' what it would be like if I... well... actually put it on in my room an' pretended the white lady was holdin' the leash. I started gettin' so worked up again I had to make myself cum."
"So what did you do?" I asked.
"I decided I didn't care what those neighbors thought about me buyin' that stuff even when I didn't have a dog," she told me. "I figured there was no way they could know what I was gonna do with it anyways. So I went over to their house an' saw the dog stuff was still there. The lady there didn't say nothin' 'cept "thank you" when I bought it."
"I took that stuff home an' went straight to my room 'cause I didn't want my parents to see it. I closed the door to my room an' put the collar around my neck an' buckled it. It fit!
"Right away I got that funny feeling in my tummy an'... down there..., you know? I looked at myself in my mirror wearin' it. I tilted my head back so I could see the buckle an' studs an everything. I clipped the leash on it, too, an' let it just hang down in front.
"My pussy was really jumpin' an' I decided to take my clothes off. I looked at myself in the mirror naked 'cept for the collar an' leash for a while before I got down on the floor an' started crawlin' around. I got so turned on I had to get myself off again. I mean, my pussy was startin' to get sore from me rubbin' on it so much, but I didn't care... I couldn't help it.
"Later that night, I went to the bathroom an' filled the dog bowl up with water an' took it back to my room. I got all naked again an' put the collar an' leash on an' drank out of the bowl down on the floor. I kept thinkin' 'bout the pretty white lady holdin' the leash an' tellin' me what a good girl I was an' what a good pet I was.
"After that, I used to do that a lot," Donna went on. "You know, put the collar on an' stuff. I loved playin' with my pussy while I was wearin' it an' the leash. That's pretty weird, ain't it, Charlene?"
The whole time she was talkin' I kept thinkin' about what she'd look like wearin' a dog collar. I thought about what it would be like walkin' her around naked on a leash. Now I was the one gettin' worked up.
"I guess it's pretty weird, but it's really hot, Donna," I said. "Um..., you don't still have that stuff, do you?"
"Yeah," she said bashfully. "I still... use it. After... you know... last week..., I been thinkin' of how I could tell you about it an' how I could ask if you'd... you know... wanna do that with me."
"Go get it," I said right out. "I wanna do it."
"Right now?" she asked, all happy.
"Yes, pet," I said, taking the tone of the mistress. "Go get it an' bring it all here. Right now."
"Yes, Mistress," she said. "I'll go get it. I'll be right back."
Since she lived close by, Donna was only gone for a few minutes. She came back with a shopping bag. She took the contents out and put them on my desk. Sure enough, there was the collar, leash, and dog dish she'd described. I could tell by looking at her that she was more than a little excited about what was going to happen. So was I.
"Take your clothes off, pet," I ordered her.
There was always something about watching Donna get naked while I just stood there, fully dressed, watching that gave me an incredible feeling of power over her. I could only imagine what it was going to be like having her on the end of a leash. I enjoyed every second of seeing her take off her school blouse and skirt followed by her bra and panties.
Once Donna was naked, I picked up the dog collar and stepped in front of her. She stood passively while I fastened it around her neck. Seeing her collared was quite a turn on for me.
"Get down on the floor, pet," I commanded.
Donna got down on her hands and knees. I leaned down and clipped the leash to the collar. Then, I took a couple steps towards the door and gave a little tug on the leash to get her moving. She started crawling after me with her head down. I walked her down the hallway to the living room and back again.
I got so turned on I couldn't believe it. I mean, there I was, walking around, still in my school clothes, leading my best friend naked around the house, crawling naked on the floor at the end of a leash. I slipped my panties off from under my skirt and lay on the bed.
"Come an' lick my pussy, pet," I ordered her, urging her closer by tugging on the leash.
Donna started licking me between my legs. It didn't take long for her to make me cum. It was a really strong one, too.
After that time, whenever Donna came over and no one else was home, she would just take her clothes off as soon as we got to my room. I didn't have to say anything, she just did it. She'd kneel on the floor and put the dog collar on then she'd get down on her hands and knees and wait. I'd clip the leash to her collar and lead her around the house. Sometimes, I'd fill the dog bowl up with water and she'd stick her face in and slurp it up. At the end, I'd always have her get me off and if there was time, I'd rub her pussy until she came.
One time a couple weeks after we started doing that, we had just come into my room from the school bus.
"I gotta pee before we start, Charlene," said Donna. "I'll be right back, okay?"
Suddenly, I got a nasty idea.
"No," I said. "Take your clothes off an' put your collar on first."
"Okay," she said, all soft.
Donna seemed to like it when I exercised my authority over her like that. Especially when it had to do with my enjoyment of her. She'd get all quiet and submissive and I could tell she was aroused. She got undressed and kneeled on the floor and put the dog collar on. She looked at me like she didn't know what to do next. I guess she thought I wanted her to get naked and collared before I'd excuse her.
"Get down on the floor, pet," I told her sternly.
Obediently, Donna got down on her hands and knees. I clipped the leash to her collar and led her out into the hallway. I imagine she wondered where I was taking her when I walked her past the bathroom next to my bedroom and kept going towards the living room. She didn't say anything when I led her into the kitchen, but, she never said anything when I was walking her like a dog.
Just past the kitchen, was another bathroom. Unlike the one by my bedroom, which had a bath tub, this one just had a shower stall in it. I led her into the bathroom past the kitchen. She seemed puzzled, but didn't speak. I opened the glass door to the shower stall.
"Go in there an' pee," I directed her.
"Um..., you want me to pee in the shower?" she asked, breaking her silence.
"That's right," I said. "Pets don't use the toilet. Actually, pets pee in the yard. But, I don't want anyone else to see. So, you can squat over the drain an' do it."
"Okay," she said, crawling on into the shower stall.
I guess she was waiting for me to leave the room, but that wasn't going to happen.
"Go ahead, pet," I said. "Don't take all day."
"Aren't you gonna... you know... wait outside?" she asked.
"Nope," I told her. "I'm gonna watch."
I'd come to be able to tell when Donna was blushing, and she was blushing big time. With all the stuff we'd done, I couldn't remember her ever seeming so embarrassed as she did right then.
"I dunno if I can with you watchin'," she said.
"Then we'll wait an' find out," I replied. "Squat over the drain."
Donna obeyed and squatted and I waited. After about a minute or so, I saw a couple of spurts of pee come out from between her legs and then, finally, a nice strong stream. It made a pretty loud sound when it hit the fiberglass floor of the shower stall. I could tell from the look on her face she was totally humiliated. I got so turned on, it was all I could do to not just make her get me off right then and there.
When Donna was through pissing, I tugged on the leash and she crawled out of the shower stall onto the bathroom floor. I ran the water in the shower to rinse the stall off.
I led Donna back to my bedroom and made her eat me. I came in about a minute. I had her lay on her back on my bed and spread her legs. She was totally creaming. I masturbated her to orgasm in less than thirty seconds, she was so worked up.
* * *
"Making Donna pee for me became part of our regular after school play," Charlene continued. "It never failed to totally embarrass her. It was deliciously humiliating an' it always turned both of us on."
"That is so cool," said Julia. "I know just how Donna felt. It was totally humiliating for me to have to pee for Mike while he watched, but it totally turned me on."
"I'm glad you feel that way," smiled Charlene, "because I'll be having you do it for me."
"Um..., okay," replied Julia bashfully.
"I don't think I heard you right, Julia," said Charlene in a correcting tone.
"I mean, yes, ma'am," said Julia.
"That's better, pet," Charlene told her. "Now, get dressed to go out. We're going shopping."
"Yes, ma'am," replied Julia.
Despite having no idea what her roommate had in mind with this shopping trip, Julia dressed quickly.
The two roommates headed out the parking lot near the dorm where Charlene's old silver Honda was parked. Julia climbed in and they were off. They drove off the university campus and headed downtown.
"There's this cool surplus store I want to go to," explained Charlene. "They've got a couple things I want you to have."
"Me?" asked Julia.
"That's right, pet," smiled Charlene.
On the outskirts of the downtown area, Charlene pulled into a somewhat run down looking strip mall and parked in front of a store with a sign that read "Acme Surplus".
Inside, there was variety of random stuff on display, but no other customers. A pimply faced teenaged boy was sitting behind the cash register by the door, engrossed in a magazine. Irregular clothing, camping stuff, tools, and what appeared to be electronic parts, all side by side on the shelves. Charlene went straight to the back where they had pet supplies.
Julia caught up with Charlene while she was looking at dog collars hanging on the wall. The purpose of the shopping trip instantly became clear to the colored girl. The brunette held up a black collar with chrome studs on it and looked it over.
"Come here, pet," said Charlene. "I want you to try this on."
Quickly checking the front of the store, Julia could see that the cashier wasn't paying any attention to them. However, the idea of trying a dog collar on in a store was quite embarrassing. Nevertheless, she wanted to please her mistress and obediently stood still while Charlene buckled the dog collar around her neck.
"It fits perfectly!" exclaimed Charlene. "I love it!"
Charlene's voice got the cashier's attention and the teenager looked over at them. Julia felt her face flush hot knowing that he could see that not only was she wearing the dog collar, but that Charlene was the one putting it on her. Oblivious to their audience, the white girl turned her attention to the leashes hanging near by.
"Look, this one is just like Donna's!" she said happily. "Don't worry, I won't clip it on you here."
Julia was relieved that she was to be spared the indignity of having the leash fastened to the collar, but she was still wearing something meant for a dog. The cashier was watching them intently now. She wasn't sure if he was just making sure they didn't steal anything or was he enjoying the sight of a negro girl wearing a dog collar placed on her by a white woman.
"Let's go buy this stuff," said Charlene. "I want to get back and play."
"Okay," replied Julia. Then more softly, "yes, ma'am."
Charlene smiled at Julia's response.
"You can take that off, by the way," said Charlene.
Julia took the collar off. Charlene gave her the leash to hold. They walked up towards the cashier. On the way was a stack of small plastic pails marked one dollar each. The brunette picked one up and handed it to the black girl who took it to the counter along with the dog collar and leash.
The teenaged cashier rang up their purchases and Charlene paid for them while Julia stood by, her eyes downcast. The black girl was certain that the pimply faced white boy had seen how subservient she'd been and was probably already imaging her being led around on the leash. He watched as the two women left the store and got in the Honda.
"I think that kid got a hard on watchin' you try on that collar," laughed Charlene. "I bet he figured out enough of what it was for to give him something to think about while he jerks off."
Julia blushed and looked back at the store through the windshield. Sure enough, the pimply faced teenager was definitely looking at them.
"Put the collar on, pet," said Charlene.
Embarrassed, but excited, Julia took the dog collar out of the bag and put it around her neck. The white boy was staring open mouthed while the negro girl buckled the dog collar. Charlene giggled.
"Let's really give him something to think about," she said, her eyes sparkling.
Charlene took hold of Julia's collar and, pulling her towards her, kissed her full on the mouth, pushing her tongue between the negro girl's lips. After a few seconds of that, the white girl broke off the kiss and turned the key in the ignition. The Honda roared to life, and she backed out of the parking spot and out onto the street.
"I bet he's headed into the bathroom right now," said Charlene. "If I were a guy an' saw that, that's what I'd do. Lucky for me, I get to enjoy you properly and have a nigger slave girl to get me off. Isn't that right, pet?"
"Yes, ma'am," agreed Julia, her face burning and her pussy buzzing.
Julia looked straight ahead and watched the road as Charlene drove along. The colored girl wondered if anyone noticed her riding along wearing a dog collar.
Back on the campus, Charlene parked near the dorm. Since her mistress hadn't said otherwise, Julia left the dog collar around her neck as they walked back to the dorm. The black girl carried their purchases and was relieved that they didn't encounter anyone outside or on the way up to their room.
"Get your clothes off, nigger," ordered Charlene once they were behind the closed door to their dorm room.
"Yes, ma'am," said Julia.
Quickly, Julia pulled off her sweater and then her bra. Charlene sat on her bed and watched, clearly enjoying the view of the bare breasted negro, clad only in blue jeans and a dog collar. Soon enough, the black girl had her jeans and panties off, and was completely naked except for the chrome studded collar.
Remembering Charlene's description of her sessions with Donna, Julia knelt on the floor. Getting down on her hands and knees, the naked negro crawled over to her mistress and waited.
"Good girl," Charlene praised her. "Very good. Now, let's get your leash on."
Charlene leaned forward and clipped the leash to Julia's collar. She sat back and beamed at the sight of her humbled naked negro slave girl, tethered at the end of the leash the white girl held in her hand.
Standing up, Charlene took a step before tugging gently on the leash, urging Julia to start moving. The white girl walked slowly around the room, leading the crawling colored girl by the leash attached to the dog collar around her neck.
"I wish we had more space," said Charlene. "But this is just wonderful anyways. It's been so long since I got to walk my pet girl. And, you're a wonderful pet, Julia. So sweet and submissive. You're simply precious!"
"Thank you, ma'am," Julia responded from her place on the floor at the end of the leash.
Charlene bent down and put her hand on Julia's head and gently stroked her hair. After a half a minute of that, she let her hand run down over the negro's back, as if she were petting a dog.
"You don't know how much I love this, Julia," said Charlene. "I love having you as my pet. My pet nigger. Isn't that right?"
"Yes, Mistress," replied Julia. "I'm your pet nigger, ma'am."
"I think you know what the pail is for, don't you, pet?" asked Charlene.
Julia had an idea that whatever it was, it would be humiliating. Her pussy tingled.
"Um, I'm not sure," Julia answered.
"You're gonna pee in it for me," said Charlene. "I want you to squat over it like a good doggie an' pee in it. Can you do that for me, Julia?"
"I'll try, ma'am," said Julia.
With Charlene still holding the leash attached to her collar, Julia squatted over the plastic pail they'd gotten at the surplus store. The white girl watched closely as the negro tried to relax and piss in the pail as her mistress desired.
The sound of the urine hitting the plastic pail was loud at first and the splashing sound that followed embarrassed Julia. However, the look of delight on Charlene's face made the black girl want to continue and please her mistress.
"Oh you're such a good girl!" smiled Charlene, once the flow stopped. "Peeing for your better like a good nigger."
"Thank you ma'am," blushed Julia.
Charlene stood and pulled her jeans off, panties and all. She leaned back on the bed with her legs spread. Julia could see the arousal glistening off of the white girl's swollen pink pussy lips.
"Come an' lick your better's cunt, nigger," ordered Charlene hoarsely.
Crawling to her mistress, Julia put her head between Charlene's legs. The white girl's musk was strong; she was very aroused. The negro girl was happy to get such a reaction. Moving her face right up into the brunette's crotch and started licking her vagina.
Charlene moaned as Julia ran her tongue up and down her pussy, making sure to lick her pink clit. As the white girl's excitement mounted, the negro slipped her tongue between her labia, pushing it into the brunette's hole.
"That's my good little cunt lappin' nigger," cooed Charlene. "Lick it good. That's it..."
Julia felt Charlene's thighs squeezing her head, but she continued pleasuring her mistress. She could tell that the white girl was very close to orgasm and licked her even more vigorously.
"Oh!" cried Charlene. "Oh, fuck! Fuck!"
Charlene's pussy gushed in Julia's face as she continued working her tongue up and down the length of the brunette's gash. Finally, the white girl collapsed onto her back and just lay there, her chest heaving, the negro's leash still firmly in her hand.
"Good doggie," Charlene murmured. "Good nigger...."
Charlene relaxed her grip on Julia's head, but kept hold of the leash. It was several minutes before she sat up. The black girl was still kneeling naked on the floor between the brunette's legs, her face wet.
"Kiss your better's feet, nigger," ordered Charlene, putting her feet on the floor.
Julia got back onto her hands and knees and started kissing one of Charlene's feet. After half a minute or so, the white girl tugged on the leash and the negro lifted her head.
"Do the other one now, pet," Charlene instructed her.
Putting her head back down near the floor, Julia licked and kissed Charlene's other foot until she once again felt the tug of the leash on the collar around her neck. Looking back up at her roommate from her hands and knees, the black girl saw her smiling down at her.
"You're such a good pet that I'm gonna give you a treat," said Charlene. "Lay on your back."
"Here on the floor?" asked Julia.
"Of course!" answered Charlene as if it was obvious. "Don't niggers belong on the floor at the feet of their betters?"
"Yes, ma'am," Julia responded.
Getting down on the floor, Julia rolled onto her back.
"Now, open those legs up, nigger," directed Charlene. "Nice and wide. You don't have to be shy.
Charlene moved her bare foot and rested it between the Julia's legs, right on her crotch. The colored girl felt the brunette start to rub her pussy with her foot. It was humiliating, but it felt good. She couldn't help but respond to the degrading treatment by humping back.
"That's a good doggie," cooed Charlene. "Hump your better's foot like a good nigger. This is your reward for being such a good little cunt lapper."
Charlene continued rubbing her foot against Julia's splayed pussy.
"I really enjoyed the way you squatted and peed in the bucket for me, pet," said Charlene, still moving her foot up and down over Julia's cunt. "Did you like doing it?"
"Yes, ma'am," replied Julia, starting to breathe more heavily.
"I want a complete answer, nigger," Charlene told her. "Tell me what I want to hear."
Julia could feel a climax building up despite the degrading treatment and humiliating questioning.
"I... liked... squattin'... an'... peein'... for... my... better..., ma'am...," said Julia, spacing the words out in time with the motion of Charlene's foot on her vagina.
"Good girl!" smiled Charlene happily. "That's just what I wanted to hear!"
Julia was almost over the edge of orgasm. Getting so aroused over such degradation was shameful, she knew, but she couldn't help it. Now, she knew she had to ask for permission to cum. A humiliation that in itself almost pushed her over the top.
"Can I cum, ma'am?" Julia asked sweetly. "Please, ma'am?"
"I don't know...," teased Charlene. "Are you gonna pee for me again later?"
Starting to feel frantic, Julia was ready to agree to anything. The black girl didn't think she could hold out much longer, but she didn't want to disappoint her mistress by cumming without permission.
"Yes, ma'am," replied Julia, her voice desperate. "I'll pee for you when you want... Please, can I cum, ma'am? Please, ma'am?"
"Go ahead, nigger," said Charlene. "Cum for your better like a good little cunt lapper."
"Ahhh!" cried Julia. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Ahhh..."
Despite the condescending way Charlene gave Julia permission, or perhaps because of it, she came hard. The brunette pressed her foot firmly against the negro's vagina. The colored girl pushed back just as hard until her orgasm subsided and she lay spent on the floor at her mistress's feet.
Charlene lifted her foot up from between Julia's legs and held it up off the floor. She jerked on the leash.
"Clean my foot off, nigger," she ordered.
Still dazed from her climax, Julia rolled over on her hand and knees and crawled forward. Running her tongue over Charlene's foot, the colored girl could taste herself. She continued to lick the white girl's foot top and bottom until the last trace of her juices was gone.
"That's a good doggie," smiled Charlene. "Did you like your treat?"
"Yes, ma'am," replied Julia. "Thank you, ma'am."
"You're welcome," said Charlene. "Well, nigger, I have to do some reading for a class now, so we'll have to stop playing now."
"Yes, ma'am," said Julia. "I got some reading to do, too."
"Of course, I'll want you to remain naked," Charlene added. "And leave the collar and leash on. You look so precious wearing it."
"Yes, ma'am," said Julia.
The leash still hanging from the collar around her neck, Julia got up on the floor. Charlene pulled a book off the desk next to her bed and proceeded to read it while laying on her tummy. Her skirt had ridden up revealing her bare ass. The colored girl couldn't help but glance at her exposed back side while she walked over to her own desk and sat down.
At first it was distracting for Julia to do her assigned reading while sitting at her desk naked with a dog collar around her neck and a leash attached to it. However, she eventually was able to focus on her book.
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Later that evening, Charlene once again took hold of Julia's leash and had her perform for her; squatting over the plastic bucket and peeing for the white girl's amusement followed by crawling between her legs and licking her pink pussy.
This became the routine of the two roommates for the rest of the year. While studying usually came first, Julia enjoyed serving her mistress in what ever way pleased the white girl. She looked forward to returning to the university after winter break and spending the whole spring semester being used and enjoyed.
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