My black Master’s property

“Make sure you let them know you’re a black man’s whore.” Master’s silken voice was no less of a caress over my skin than his skilled hands. “Make them understand I sell your body at my whim.” His tone grew forceful. “Yes, Sir.” “I own you.” “Yes, Sir.” “My property, do you understand, bitch?” “Yes,... Continue Reading →

Master uses His slave in Public

Sliding my tired body into the hot water, I leaned back in the tub and opened the message icon on my phone. I was bathing a bit earlier than usual Monday night. Four a.m. Tuesday morning would arrive long before I was ready. Sadly not getting up at that time wasn't an option. My sister’s... Continue Reading →

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