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Black Madame 6 (Fdom-M, prost)
by C Moon (cmoon01@aol.com)



BLACK MADAME 6  (The Finale)  

Although still reluctant to humiliate myself before other black ladies, I
had by now plenty of practice, and expected that I would be able to serve
my Mistress’ guests competently.  I managed to retain my composure when I
welcomed the first guests, Mistress Angela and Mistress Debra, dropping a
perfect curtsey and prostrating myself at their feet to ask permission to
kiss their shoes.  Shortly afterwards, Mistress Dianna turned up, with my
wife on a leash, but I managed to greet the young domina with submissive
respect, trying to avoid my wife's ashamed eyes.  My wife’s arms were
bound behind her back, and she wore an extremely short, white dress which
displayed three or four inches of soft thigh above her virginal white
stocking tops.  My heart missed a beat as I thought I caught a glance of
bare pussy under her skirt, but I was allowed no time to stare as Miss
Dianna led her off behind her, tottering on white 4" high heels, with a
dismissive glance at me.

I was bracing myself for Mistress Pauline, Miss Jean's 19 year old niece
who had brutally taken my "virginity" with her strap-on early in my
training.  She had cause to hate me, as I had to admit I had treated her,
and her colored friends, badly at school, and she had tortured me with
enthusiasm.  I had expected her to arrive with her friend, Mistress Cindy,
who had given me a sound thrashing after Miss Pauline had finished raping
my ass, or even with her mother, Ms. Veronica, who also had witnessed my
slide into slavery, and had dealt a harsh beating to my ass.  I was
shocked, however, when she appeared on the doorstep with a tall, powerful
looking black man.

Mistress Jean had been watching closely for this moment.  She knew I was
now broken to her will, but was keen to see my humiliation in the presence
of a real man, not a white wimp like I'd been exposed to at the last
month's gathering.  I felt myself flush deeply, and was acutely conscious,
beneath his grinning gaze, of how  ridiculous I looked.  I found myself
unconsciously pressing my smooth legs together, trying to make my short
skirt longer.  Trying to look less sexy!  

"Welcome, Miss Pauline, and...er....Sir.  I am Sweet Sissy."  Blushing, I
dropped a nervous curtsey to them both, trying to ignore their cruel
grins.  I tried to cover my embarrassment by kneeling to kiss Mistress
Pauline's shiny boots, then with only slight hesitation, the black man's.

"Why, thank you, Sweet Sissy.  But I think Master Michael would like to be
greeted by a kiss from that lovely mouth of yours."

I looked at Mistress Pauline in astonishment.  I had never kissed a man
before, and had absolutely no interest in doing so.  I would gladly have
kissed the beautiful Pauline, who's forbidden lips taunted me beneath
their glossy lipstick.  From the corner of my eye I noticed a stern look
crossing Miss Jean’s face, and realized that I would face her wrath very
shortly if I failed to obey.  Approaching the grinning man, I saw that,
even in my high heels, I would have to stand on my toes to reach his
mouth.  Fighting the feeling of revulsion in the pit of my stomach I
stretched my neck and pressed my pink lips to his.

He returned my kiss with passion, parting my lips and inserting his tongue
deep inside my mouth.  I felt his hand grasp the back of my head, and his
other arm reached around behind me, under my short skirt to slip beneath
my brief panties to caress my bare bottom with a large, unmistakably male
hand. A finger brushed against my clenched asshole and I heard him
chuckle.  Miss Pauline was looking at me triumphantly as her boyfriend
broke off the kiss.

"That was very sweet, sissy boy," he said, as I tried to regain my
composure, "Perhaps I’ll feel those soft lips around my cock later?"

I was shocked, and looked to my Mistress for support.  I was her slave, I
was not a fag, had never before had any homosexual leanings.  I could
never suck another man’s cock.  My heart sank as Miss Jean simply winked
before turning to converse with Miss Debra.

"See you later, slut." said Miss Pauline, leaving me to welcome some new
arrivals - two young black men!

It then became accepted practice that each man was greeted with a loving
kiss from me.  I had to fix my lipstick several times, and lost count of
the number of fingers which pushed themselves into my ass.  Pretty soon
the house was filled with Miss Jean’s friends.  The majority of the guests
were black men and women, but several white slaves had been brought along
for entertainment.  I noticed Mistress Dianna standing talking to a
middle-aged black couple, and could see that her hand was under my wife’s
short skirt, absent mindedly frigging her pussy as she conversed.  My wife
submissively accepted her young owner’s attentions, and in fact I was sure
I saw several sighs of pleasure escape her lips.  I felt brief jealousy,
before I was down at the feet of a couple of late arrivals.

I was eventually called to help serve drinks, and spent the next few hours
fetching and serving.  Tonight’s roles seemed well defined - three white
slavegirls, including my wife, were there to provide pleasure to any
Master or Mistress who desired it, and the five houseboys, including
myself, were there to serve the food and drinks.  We were kept very busy,
and I desperately strove to avoid catching the eye of any of the men.  

Even I could see that the evening was going to be a roaring success.  The
guests were all enjoying themselves immensely, and I saw that, for a few
of them, this was their first taste of putting whites in their place.  One
young girl, attending with her mother, was very hesitant at first, as she
looked to be a sensitive, caring person who was alarmed at the abuse being
meted out to fellow human beings.  Within an hour, though, she was
joyously whipping the upturned ass of one of the slavegirls - who I
overheard had been a bitchy classmate of the black girl’s, and who had
tried to steal her boyfriend a few weeks previously.  The young schoolgirl
- Miss Rachel, I later discovered - soon accepted the common view that
white slaves are not really 'people' and, as such, she need show no
concern for their welfare.  And yet another black female discovers the
joys of domination, I thought cynically, and began to wonder just how
widespread this lifestyle was amongst the black community.

As the evening drew on, Mistress Jean called me over, informing me that it
was my turn to provide some entertainment.  I was told to get up on the
coffee table.  Mistress then produced the key to my restrainer and
proceeded to free my imprisoned cock.  My joy was tempered with
trepidation - I knew that, whatever was planned, it was unlikely that I’d
enjoy it.  

Handing me my twin pom-poms, Miss Jean ordered me to begin my routine. 
Conversations around the room faltered and ceased as the guests turned to
view the spectacle of a middle-aged white male sports teacher putting on a
sexy cheerleading show for them.  Forcing my pink lips into a wide smile,
I began to move my body as required.  I knew I couldn’t kick my legs up as
high as the girls at school, but the guests seemed to enjoy the show,
especially when my little white panties were glimpsed below my swirling
skirt.  I dropped one of the pom-poms once, and Miss Rachel handed it up
to me with a smile.  She was now thoroughly enjoying the revelations the
party had to offer.  I felt my stiff cock straining through the front of
my panties, and it formed a little tent as my skirt was pushed out a few
inches at the front.

The routine lasted only 15 minutes or so, but it seemed to me like a
lifetime.  Most disturbing was the appreciative looks I drew from the men,
and I began to understand how women could be offended when they were
regarded as 'sex objects.'  When I’d finished there was warm applause, and
Miss Jean herself handed me a glass of cool water, smiling her approval at
me as I recovered from my exertions.  I felt vastly relieved that she was
pleased, but knew more torment was to come. 

"Assume the sissy-display position, Mr. Law." commanded Miss Jean,
relieving me of the water.  I hastened to obey, spreading my legs wide,
back straight, backs of hands on hips and eyes lowered. I pushed my crotch
forward, and, unbidden, my little white dick suddenly freed itself from
its silky prison and pushed forward from under my skirt, going on display
for all to enjoy.  Madame was delighted, this couldn’t have been planned
better, and there were loud whoops of ridicule from her friends.  

I remained the center of attention for another 10 minutes or so, listening
while everyone made comments about how cute I looked in my sexy uniform,
or how little my sissy dick was and how ridiculous I looked trying to
impress everyone with it.  Miss Rachel, after some encouragement from her
mother, reached out and gave my cock a couple of very hard smacks with her
hand, which brought tears to my eyes.  I heard Miss Dianna say, in a loud
voice, that she felt sorry for my wife, which brought more laughter as
everyone turned to look at my 36 year old spouse, still tethered to the
end of Dianna’s leash.

"Why don’t one of you men show my bitch what she’s been missing?" asked
Miss Dianna.  Several men stepped forward at once, obviously keen to fuck
my wife’s pussy, which by now was soaking wet, having been softly stroked
by her Mistress’s experienced hand for most of the night.  There was some
light hearted argument amongst the studs as to who should do the honors.

"Oh, you can all fuck my bitch," laughed the young goddess, enjoying the
look of horrified acceptance now settling over my wife’s lovely features. 
"We just have to decide who gets to go first!"

My Mistress then looked up at me with a malicious smile on her lips and
took charge of the proceedings.

"We should let Sweet Sissy decide who gets to fuck his slut wife." she
said. All eyes were suddenly back on me, not least of all my wife’s.  

"Sissy, I want you to go and give a sexy kiss to the man you think should
take your wife’s virginity!" instructed my Mistress.  Looking down at the
crowd, I knew I had no choice but to obey.  I stepped down from the coffee
table and approached the first man in the crowd, who I recognized as
Master Michael.  He grinned down at me but made no move to bring me to
him.  This I’d have to do myself.  Reaching up, I pressed my pink lips to
his, steeling myself for the tongue that I correctly guessed would quickly
follow.  It was a brief kiss, and I was sent back to my position on the
coffee table as he took my wife’s leash from Miss Dianna’s hands.

"Take my cock out and give me head, bitch." I heard him say as he forced
my wife to her knees before him.  Desperately, I hoped my wife would
refuse, but watched in sadness as she released his monster - without doubt
the biggest cock I’d ever seen, even bigger than the dildo’s that had been
used on me by Miss Pauline and Miss Dianna.  I wanted to close my eyes,
but couldn’t tear them away as I watched her give an expert blow job to
the large Negro.

Miss Alison started the chant, which began softly before being taken up by
the crowd.

"Suck his cock!  Suck his cock!  Harder!  Harder!"

It slowly dawned on me that this was my cue.

"Suck his cock!  Suck his cock!  Harder!  Harder!"

Miss Jean looked up at me and raised an eyebrow in expectation.

I heard a girlish laugh of glee from Miss Rachel as I began to move my
hips in time to the chanting.  

"Suck his cock!  Suck his cock!"  I swayed my hips from side to side.

"Harder!  Harder!"  I grinded my ass in a circle. I was the embodiment of
the sexy white cheerleader.  Except I was not encouraging a team.  I was
encouraging my wife to suck a black man’s monster penis.  I tried to
remember the last time my cock has been in a woman’s mouth.  Many months
ago, it seemed.  Trudi Simpson, the head teacher’s obliging young 16 year
old daughter.  And the one who had, indirectly, gotten me into this mess. 


I noticed the chants begin to change.  "Fuck the bitch!  Fuck the bitch! 
Harder!  Harder!"  In my reverie I hadn’t noticed that my wife was now on
her back.  Her hands had been released, and they were wrapped around the
stud’s muscular back, just as her legs, encased in their white stockings,
were wrapped tightly around his waist.  I could hear her gasping in
pleasure above the chants of the crowd as Master Michael thrust manfully
into her, providing her with a thorough, expert fucking.

"Fuck the bitch!  Fuck the bitch!  Harder!  Harder!"  I ground my sexy ass
from side to side, hands clasped firmly behind my head.  It was a
nightmare and I longed to wake up from it.

There were seven black men at the party, and all of them took their turn
fucking my willing wife, one after the other.  At one time she had a cock
up her pussy, another in her mouth, and one in each hand.  Two of the men
came in her mouth.  She swallowed every drop of one of them, but the other
pulled out and sprayed his thick cum all over her naked breasts.  She had
orgasm after orgasm, and I would never have believed my wife could have
behaved so lewdly.  The ladies present congratulated Miss Dianna on her
slave’s training, compliments that made the young domina beam with pride.

When the final man had been sated Miss Jean beckoned me down from my
pedestal.

"It’s time you thanked the gentlemen for giving your wife such pleasure,
Mr. Law."

"Yes, Madame." I groaned inwardly as I approached the first man, aware
that everyone was watching me with interest.

"Sir, please allow me to thank you for fucking my wife."

The young stud looked at me with clear contempt.  "Your wife’s got a nice,
tight pussy, white boy.  Or she used to, anyway, till me and the brothers
stretched it for her."  He laughed.

I went around each man, respectfully thanking them for pleasuring my wife.
 My heart skipped a beat when I approached the last one, Master Michael.

"Sir," I began hesitantly, "Please allow me to thank you for fucking my
wife."

"Well, it was no problem, Sweet Sissy.  The bitch obviously needed a
proper fucking, since your sorry ass was incapable of it."

I dropped a curtsey, and was about to take my leave when he froze my
heart. "What about that blow job you promised me, sexy lips?"

I looked at him, dreading what was to come.  "I...I can’t.  Please don’t
ask me."

I will never forget the look of anger that suddenly crossed his face.  He
reached out and grabbed me by the neck, and dragged me over to the sofa. 
Sitting down, he pulled me, struggling ineffectively against his strength,
over his knee.

"I’ll teach you to refuse me, you little slut."

I felt him pulling down my satin panties, as his other hand firmly held my
arms together behind my back.  

"Take this, white boy."

I gasped in astonishment as the first blow came down on my naked ass.  The
pain seemed to shoot throughout my body and, had I not been forcibly held
down, I would have leapt 6 feet into the air.  Before I could recover
another blow landed, then another.  My world seemed to suddenly
crystallize as everything became clear.  It was like a dream sequence from
a movie.  I could see myself, stretched across Master Michael’s lap,
receiving a severe spanking on my tender white ass.  My feet, in their
pink stiletto’s, waved in the air in useless protest.  My wife watched,
through heavy eyelids, still recovering from her own sexual pleasures.  My
Mistress, fondling young Miss Rachel's slim neck, watched my final
humiliation with satisfaction; the sounds of my sobbing was music to her
ears.  She bent to whisper something to Miss Rachel, and the young girl
laughed shyly.

Before I knew it I was kneeling between Master Michael’s legs, releasing
his hardening cock from his pants.  There was no hesitation as I bent my
head to take him between my pink lips.  

Miss Alison was enjoying herself with Miss Cindy, both locked in a deep
embrace that excluded all others, whilst a houseboy fetched her strap-on
dildo.  Miss Pauline, similarly, was kissing one of the black men,
enjoying the attentions of another of the houseboys who had his head up
under her skirt and was worshipping her young ass.  Miss Angela sat down
on a slavegirl’s face, throwing her head back in pleasure as the white
girl’s educated tongue began its work.  Miss Dianna grabbed Miss Rachel’s
white classmate and ordered her to service her pussy, as two houseboys
knelt at her feet, each taking a big toe into their mouth as the 17 year
old lay back to enjoy the sensations the white schoolgirl was producing in
her pussy.

I gently sucked on Master Michael’s fully erect cock, running my tongue up
and down its massive length, teasing it with soft bites.  I could feel him
begin to throb.

Three of the men had disappeared into one of the bedrooms, pulling my wife
behind them.  Thick cum was dripping down her thighs, staining the tops of
her stockings.  She seemed eager for more black dick, even though her
pussy was throbbing from the previous attentions of the black men.  Before
Susan disappeared into the bedroom she glanced back at me briefly, pity
and scorn mixed equally in her beautiful blue eyes.

Master Michael fired his seed into my mouth, holding the back of my head
to ensure I swallowed it all.  I did my best, but was unable to prevent
some escaping, which dribbled out the corner of my widely stretched mouth,
down onto my chin.

I heard the sighs of pleasure all around me, mixed with the strong groans
from my Master above me.  The party was turning into an orgy, with ebony
skinned men and women exercising their dominance over their white skinned
slaves.  Another black man sat down next to my Master and unzipped his
fly.  I felt pain as Sir grasped my hair and pulled me from his cock,
transferring my mouth to that of his friend besides him, as my ordeal
began again.

I felt peace descending over me as I knew that this was where I truly
belonged.  All the years of machismo and delusion were behind me now.  No
longer was I a proud member of the white race, a husband, a father, a man.
 I had found my place at the feet of the superior black race, and would
remain their willing, grateful slave for the rest of my days. 


THE END


CMoon thanks everyone who has responded to this series with appreciative
E-Mails.  What started off as one little vignette has evolved into quite a
lengthy story of 6 chapters, and I have been greatly encouraged in my
efforts by your kind comments

I now feel like a change, and my next story will probably be on a MaleDom
theme, especially since the flood of fan mail from submissive females to
"The Governor’s Sex Slave."  I never knew so many of them lurked in the
newsgroups!

If anyone has any ideas or story requests please feel free to pass them
on. 

CMoon                                                                     
       