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 →

Serving Master

Serving Master takes on many forms in his slave's life. It's a challenge to meet every inventive idea that he comes up with. He's very good at that, and the ones I enjoy the most. Which isn't why Master makes me complete tasks. It's for his pleasure. It is the times he shares me, me... Continue Reading →

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