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Can my lover earn her collar as a sex slave?

The white slave has been named Cumdump and she is the collared property of her Master. She has only one primary purpose - because she is a sex slave and her Master has told her so. Her primary purpose is quite clear and straightforward, she is for her Master's pleasure and nothing else.

The black slave has been named Tutu and while in training she must wear the collar of a novice - because she is to be a sex slave and her Master has told her so. Tutu's training will aim to develop her mind, body and spirit. She will learn to accept her status and be proud and confident because of it. Only then will she be granted the collar of her Master and considered owned.

Until such time as Tutu has been granted the collar of her Master, the two slaves will refrain from any further sexual relations between themselves - because they are willing sex slaves and their Master has told them so.

To be absolutely clear, if Master's two slaves want to be lovers then they must both accept his terms and his terms are non negotiable. They must BOTH be the collared property of their Master... or else bye bye Tutu, Cumdump's sexy black lovebird.

~

"Come on, Cumdump. What the fuck are you doing?"

"I'm just fastening my nylon stockings, Tutu. Hold on a minute."

Tutu still sounds full of nervous energy, but she'll be OK once she's learnt how to stay focussed on becoming a sex slave and it was her idea after all. That's what a tutu is in her part of Africa, a girl who spreads her legs to get what she wants.

I like the name Tutu and the reason she suggested it, her depth of knowledge of African culture has also been the source of many other refreshing ideas for our Master to consider. For instance, polygamy is perfectly acceptable to Tutu and her native tribe's use of traditional symbols is something all three of us very much appreciate.

Our enlightening discussions are useful because the primary purpose isn't just about sex, not even our Master can fuck us all day. As his slaves we can also please him by developing our minds and that's one main reason I've always wanted to serve him. Master has never screwed around and it was me that found Tutu, it was me and my lifestyle she fell in love with, which is why she's here now. She also wants to be collared and serve my good Master, that way she'll have everything she desires, including her dream of having a blonde submissive white girl as her permanent lover.

"Hurry up, Cumdump. Master wants the Black Pussy Spread. You've got to prepare me."

"I'm coming, Tutu. Just give me another minute."

Dear Tutu, last night she was introduced to the joys of bondage and how the humiliation of forced lewd exposure acts as a delicious kind of foreplay. Master strapped her in his favorite position for restraining and fucking a slave girl, a position which in Tutu's case he now refers to as Black Pussy Spread. She was more than willing to be fully used, but Master only teased her with gentle touches and now she's desperate for a repeat performance with a more climactic ending.

Tutu's training is teaching her the realities of becoming a sex slave, she has to learn that everything else in her life is now secondary to pleasing her Master, even her relationship with me as her lover will always be subject to his approval. I thought she would have struggled with such demanding expectations much more than she has, but Tutu is a highly intelligent young woman, she knew Master would expect far more from her than just to fuck her.

It's a huge help that Tutu is extremely submissive and obedient in the right circumstances. She has no problem in always using our slave names, nor in accepting the highly respectful manner in which we slaves must address our Master. All of the other rules of etiquette have been no problem for her either. Master wants her as a high class slave and Tutu oozes nothing but class, being so well educated, stylish and well spoken.

What's most important though is Tutu's self evident determination to fulfill her primary purpose, something which is never more apparent than when she's sucking on her Master's cock, or his "big bulla" as she likes to call it... which is another taste of Africa she's contributed to our dynamic.

Despite having such strong lesbian tendencies, Tutu loves pleasing her Master with her oral skills. There aren't many greater acts of devoted submission than giving long sloppy blow jobs, before thanking Master for cumming in his slave's mouth. Which all helps to prove that Tutu and Cumdump both want the same thing, we want to be lovers to each other and sex slaves to our Master.

I am already collared to prove I'm owned, and I expect Tutu may well join me tonight with all the enthusiasm she's showing to repeat the Black Pussy Spread. Only this time she's been promised the full treatment, bound with legs spread wide open again, then repeatedly fucked and hard used. She'll love it as much as I do, and I expect Master will make huge efforts to keep pounding his big cock into her until she's fucked senseless. I'll keep score of her orgasms and hopefully be allowed to play with her myself after he's done with her.

Tutu calls me again, but I still don't rush, our Master won't be here for a while and I have to ensure I look desirable, feminine and pretty. I am Cumdump. I am a sex slave and it is absolutely vital I present myself according to my Master's wishes, a slave girl must, or else risk failing in her primary purpose.

I've finished fastening my stockings and my make up and hair are done. It's time for the final check of my appearance in Tutu's full length bathroom mirror. Do I pass? Yep, the mirror tells me. You look great with your tits pushed up and exposed by your quarter cup PVC bra and it's cool showing off your perky pink nipples. The little bra is a no brainer and you can't go wrong wearing stockings and suspenders. The miniscule open thong looks good too, doesn't cover much does it? Very immodest, Master is sure to approve, he loves to see you looking trashy in shiny black PVC.

Excellent. And finally, a few seconds to admire the brushed steel collar my Master has locked around my neck, a very stylish collar only a quarter inch thick. I can wear my collar anywhere and it's a great way for owned slaves to identify one another, we have our own secret world.

That's it, I'm ready. As Cumdump I step out of Tutu's fancy bathroom and into the main sprawl of her open plan warehouse apartment. Tutu's stylish home is where the two of us have so often met to make love, and now we're using the place as an ideal environment to entertain our Master as his slaves. It's perfect, a multicultural boudoir with Tutu's erotic collection of Ashanti tribal carvings scattered all around, together with artistic nude images of beautiful white girls on the walls.

I like the carvings best, they're mainly fertility symbols in the shape of big dildos. Tutu loves fucking me with them, especially with the one she calls Kofi - he's ancient, a huge, smooth, black, wooden phallus with a challenging girth for any pussy to take. It's really something being fucked by Kofi, especially when his mates join in and take turns doing a double act on me.

I expect Kofi is watching his little white slut, as I continue walking across the large lounge section of Tutu's apartment, confident and steady in my strappy, patent high heels. With no hint of teetering, I place one foot in front of the other and gently sway my hips as I progress. I keep my back straight and my head held high, let Kofi and his gang see the great pride I take in being a sex slave.

In fact I feel absolutely brilliant in my minimalist lingerie and seamed nylon stockings, I'm flaunting myself and absolutely buzzing with the excitement of my own raw femininity. I love being dressed as I am, it makes me feel so alive, it's what I dream of and my dreams keep getting better, I'm so happy my lover has joined me as a slave and all because we adore each other so much.

"Oh, Cumdump. You look amazing. I want to feel your tits."

"Oh, Tutu. You look... Wow, what happened?"

I'm not the only slave exhibiting her inner debauchery and shameless persona, Tutu has completely abandoned the stylish image which her Master admires so much. Instead of the chiffon silk dress she was in ten minutes ago, she is now sat on the sofa before me in a lacy bustier top and wearing by far the shortest latex micro skirt I have ever seen. Her tight, black skirt is amazingly short, far too short to provide even the smallest pretense that it's wearer is anything but a tramp out to get fucked.

"I love this skirt," she tells me. "It makes me feel so cheap."

"You look dirt cheap," I reply, and she sighs with pleasure at my compliment.

I can't stop staring at the expanse of sexy, bare black thighs her tiny skirt is revealing, and when she crosses her legs, she sighs again and a clear flash of her deepest ebony pussy meets my eyes. She's all legs and bum cheeks and so clearly at ease with herself looking so raunchy and wanton. My lover, my classy African princess, when did you buy your tiny skirt and why have you so radically changed your image?

"I bought it today," she tells me. "To help me focus on becoming a sex slave."

"But you always dress classy, Tutu. You always look so..."

"Boring? I'm fed up with my boring clothes. I want to dress like this for my Master."

"Fine, if looking cheap turns you on. Are you turned on now, Tutu?"

"Oh God yes."

Bless her. She's so keen to be collared. I don't know for sure what Master will say, but I expect he will be understanding. If her new image really gets her going then it can only be a good thing in my opinion.

"Are you ready then, Tutu?" I ask her.

"For the Black Pussy Spread?"

"Yes."

I follow her as she elegantly moves across the apartment towards her bed, I wonder what Kofi thinks of Tutu. His mistress is such a highly sophisticated young woman, intelligent and full of self respect. All her life she's been conditioned to dress and behave modestly, yet last night she allowed herself to be lewdly exposed.... and loved it so much she doesn't want the feeling to stop.

Tutu certainly looks one hellish, hot babe in her tiny short skirt, with legs to die for and the curvy bottom cheeks of her sexy black butt on full show. I'd love to see her stood down some scummy back alley dressed like she is, bent right over and sucking on her Master's cock. We could take Kofi and his gang along, they could do her from behind like she has them do me.

"Would you like to walk down the street in your micro skirt, Tutu?"

"Oh yeah, I'd love to. But I could never..."

"I'll mention it to Master."

"Please do."

Being seen in public would be another huge step for Tutu to take, people can be so nasty and judgmental of girls who are honest and overt about their sexuality. It would take courage for her to go around looking like a shameless black slut. She has so much to lose, she's so highly respected for her academic achievements, her stylish image and the impressive career with all of the benefits that come with it.

I'm sure Master will know what to do, he has a different way of looking at things. He's always saying he wants his slaves to have healthy minds and not be weighed down by other peoples' prejudices. Although one thing's for sure, he won't want a sex slave that can't follow the lifestyle seriously. If Tutu wants to earn her collar then she's going to have to face up to what she is and stand by it. Master will doubtless put her to the test, but there's no hurry, tonight we've other things to think about and when we reach Tutu's bed we get straight to it.

First, I tell her to lie on her back and stretch her arms out towards the headboard, Then I fasten a leather cuff around each wrist, attach longer leather straps to both cuffs, then immobilize her arms by tightly fastening the longer strips to a metal bar on the bed's steel headboard. She's already going nowhere, she can't possibly free herself.

"Comfy, Tutu?"

"Yes, thank you."

"Trust me?"

"Of course I do."

OK. Next I remove the lace from the front of her bodice, so it spills open to reveal her small tits with their big, black as black nipples. Such lovely suckable nipples, which won't take much to excite.

Now to restrain and spread her legs. I repeat the procedure I followed with restraining her arms, attaching leather straps to cuffs fastened around both her ankles. Then I tell Tutu to raise her legs and roll back as best she can, so her feet go past her head towards the headboard. Tutu is lithe and toned and can easily manage to get her legs way back and very well spread.

And in that position I secure her by the ankles to the headboard. Brilliant, her back remains slightly arched which raises her pubis and nicely exposes her asshole. Her pussy is now the easiest target for every cock in the world. Her tiny micro skirt provides absolutely no cover whatsoever, exactly as she intended I expect. I can't think of another position where the slave's cunt and ass are so vulnerably exposed and accessible, it's beyond humiliation for the slave, it's totally degrading and Tutu loves it.

"The Black Pussy Spread. Still comfy,Tutu?"

"Oh yeah."

"Your black pussy looks beautiful."

"Thank you."

Mmm, lovely deepest, darkest labia, so much darker than the rest of her body, and when I open her pussy a little, there's a delightful pinkness inside. I love that, I love kissing her pinkness and running my tongue along the folds of her most feminine flesh. I love how wet she gets and she's dripping wet now.

"You're not allowed to make love to me," Tutu reminds me. "Not until I've been collared."

"I'm not making love to you, I'm preparing you for your Master."

"Oh, OK," she says. "I might cum though."

"You'll have a lot of orgasms tonight."

She sighs when I resume kissing her lovely wet cunt, she sighs even more when I begin gently probing her asshole with oily fingers. I'm making the most of her while I can, and I'm not going too far beyond my Master's instructions on making his novice slave ready for him. We have been good slaves and not made love to each other since he forbade us... well maybe a little bit of kissing and touching, it's hard not to seeing as we love each other so much.

I suppose I'll be little more than a fluff slave for the rest of this evening, I might not get to orgasm. Master will have me suck his cock, just to make sure he's really hard and throbbing, and then he'll fuck the helpless Tutu until her pussy and mind are turned to mush. And that's exactly what happens. Within half an hour of his arrival, Master is naked and hammering his big cock into his willing and well spread slave.

There were no tender words, explanations or ritual, only comments about what a lascivious slut Tutu has revealed herself to be. Her micro skirt really got him going, especially when I told him she dreams of being seen in public as a cheap, teasing tramp.

Master is wearing a cock ring, so his erection is very impressive and his heavy balls will be reluctant to empty themselves. And Tutu is a sloppy shag just like me, with lots and lots of pussy juice soon smeared all over her cunt, tummy and thighs. The slurpy sounds of her being fucked provide an erotic soundtrack to the relentless pounding she's taking. Almost every penetration, thrust and screw are met with an audible response from Tutu's joyous cunt.

Tutu is bound with her arms strapped above her head, her legs are held back and spread wide open. There is absolutely no doubt that her pussy and asshole are for her Master to own if he chooses to collar her as his willing fuck slave. She's offered herself already, all she can do now is rock her head from side to side and mumble sweet profanities as Master continues to have her, hard, deep and fast.

"Oh yes, my Master... fuck me... fuck me. "

"Be silent, slave. Control yourself."

I wish Master was fucking me like that, but then he's done his white slave a countless number of times. I'm not jealous, I love Tutu with all my heart and don't resent her in the slightest for wanting to join in on the action. Besides we're sex slaves, we're not allowed to feel jealous and our Master can treat us however he likes.

"Oh cum in me, Master... cum in me."

"Shut your filthy mouth, slave."

"Please, Master. Please"

Master gives the side of Tutu's butt a few hard whacks, which only turns her on even more. A slave making any kind of demand is another thing that's not allowed. Although some rules are designed to be broken, something which Tutu has already figured out for herself and I doubt if Master really objects to her profanities. She's loving being in bondage and screwed, she's on the edge now.

They cum together. Master shooting inside his new slave as she repeatedly gasps and spasms with the sheer joy and release of a deep, vaginal orgasm. You need to be really well fucked for those kind of orgasms and they're by far the best.

"What do you say to your Master, slave?"

"Thank you, my Master. Thank you for fucking and cumming in your slave."

"She's an excellent fuck." Master tells me, after he's withdrawn from her.

Master rises from the bed to admire the results of his fine work spread before him. His hard screwing has pummeled Tutu's cunt, leaving her labia covered in a mix of pussy juice and creamy white sperm. I watch as more of Master's generous deposit trickles from her and slowly runs down over her asshole. The easy fuck slave loves that as well, and she sighs with the satisfaction of having fulfilled her primary purpose.

"You didn't do her up the ass, Master," I comment.

"I'm not finished with her cunt yet. Go and fetch the tawse, Cumdump."

"Yes, my Master."

Excellent, a pussy spanking! And best of all, when I return with the punishment strap, Master orders me to deliver the soft blows on my fellow slave. The tawse is a single strap one, a long flat piece of leather about two inches wide and ideal for whacking an aroused pussy. The gentle blows must be carefully delivered, so the leather is flat when it hits the target, that way you can really splay out and delight wet, spunky labia and clit.

I kneel on the bed with my unmissable target as helpless as ever before me. Master stands watching, stroking his renewing erection as I deliver the first gentle blow.

"Oh yeah."

Another blow receives the same reaction, so I use the strap a little harder.

"Oh yeah."

Tutu's cunt looks gorgeous, all swollen and messy. The strap is soon covered in her juices and spunk, which splatters everywhere when each successive blow is delivered. Her pussy lips keep sticking to the leather and her leaking slit only keeps adding to the mess. She might cum again I reckon, so I keep striking her ever harder with the strap.

"Oh yeah," she keeps going in response.

"Oh yeah," and starts writhing with pleasure.

She's absolutely loving it and those endorphins must really be pumping through her. I reckon she'll appreciate a really special whack. So l draw the strap much further back, take steady aim... and then really let her have it...

"OH MY CUNT. MY CUNT. OH JESUS MY CUNT."

"Oh, Tutu I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I..."

"Out of my way, slave."

I don't get chance to move, Master throws me aside and dives onto Tutu, grabs hold of her legs, spreads them even more, then thrusts his cock straight into her, arching his back to force every fraction of his length deeper and deeper into her stinging cunt. He stays buried inside his wounded slave, grinding and screwing her with full force as she whimpers beneath him.

"There, there, Tutu. Now learn to be my slave."

Tutu has tears in her eyes and gasps keep coming from deep inside her. Master is so good to his slaves, he soothingly screws the hurting pussy until Tutu responds with her hips. Then he begins humping her, drawing his cock back a little more each time, before thrusting his rock hard erection home with full force.

"Oh yes, Master. Yes."

He keeps on humping his recovered slave, only now he withdraws almost completely before launching himself into a succession of truly awesome thrusts of his throbbing cock. The power of his fucking becomes even stronger when he decides to push against her legs for extra leverage, he raises more of his body each time he pulls back, then drops back down again to add considerable weight and force to each ruthless penetration. Every thrust is brutal and delivered with the full intention of debasing the slave beneath him. Master is now giving Tutu a merciless fucking, on and on, harder and harder, faster and faster.

"Take my bulla, bitch."

Tutu has no choice but to keep taking his cock, she's wide eyed and open mouthed and there's real tension on the straps restraining her, such is the force her Master is having her with and the strength of her spasms. There's a slapping sound every time Master slams into Tutu's flesh and her sopping cunt is slurping louder than ever, Master is getting covered in her sex juice.

"Slutty..." Master calls out as he drives his cock home.

"Easy..." Another spectacular thrust and another insult for his slave.

"Cheap..." The magic word for Tutu and she's taking one hell of a pounding.

"Tramp..." And I reckon the bed might start falling apart.

This is what it really means to be a lifestyle sex slave, and the purpose of tonight's lesson is for Tutu to sample the joys of how violently fucked and degraded slave girls often are. This is much more than a sex game, Master is fucking her so senseless it will change her whole way of thinking. She's experiencing fantastic hard sex and she'll want it again and again.

Tutu is learning to love being a sex slave and she'll take great pride in the the way she keeps getting fucked and deliciously degraded. She is privileged and will want to show it, bigots can look down on her all they like but how many of them get fucked like Tutu and taken to such incredible heights. The bigots are jealous, they're too hung up and scared to even jump off the ground.

Master goes back to grinding and screwing his slave and she screws back against him. She's gone now, she's floating on clouds and her voice has changed to whispers of heavenly bliss, she must feel so good, so delightfully helpless and ready for the most amazing orgasm of her life... so Master withdraws his cock and denies her.

"Oh, Master. Don't stop... Don't stop screwing me."

Master rises from the bed and stands hands on hips, leans back a little to better display the magnificent splendor of his powerful, huge erection. I drop immediately to my knees to show my respect. I am a sex slave. I have only one primary purpose and at this moment my Master's only use for me is in sucking his cock.

"Look at the state of you, Tutu. I thought you showed real class as a slave."

"Oh, my Master... Have I displeased you?"

I'm so wet and turned on by all that's happening. I have one hand on Master's thick shaft, the other cupping his balls and my lips wrapped around his big purple bell end.

"You've not displeased me, Tutu, quite the contrary, I love your new image."

"Oh thank you, my Master."

"The thing is though, Tutu. I already have an excellent slave in this nasty, little cocksucker."

I suck all the harder after hearing those lovely words, then he grabs clumps of my hair and begins slowly fucking my face, forcing his cock in and out of my throat. I don't gag , but I do make a sexy gurgling kind of sound before he pushes me away... Ten seconds or so later, Master is back on the bed, teasing Tutu with the tip of his cock.

"So maybe I'll just fuck you for a novelty. Eh, Tutu?"

Master slowly and easily slides back into the sopping mess of Tutu's cunt. A long, slow penetration until he's buried in her once more with his balls pressed against her.

"Oh my Master.... my Master... Please be my Master."

"That feel good, bitch?"

"Oh yes, Master... Collar me... please, please collar me."

There's fear in her pleading. She thinks her Master is going to fuck his novice slave and then reject her, just at the very moment any last remaining doubts and inhibitions of being owned have all been swept away. No collar means no fine Master to dress like a slut for and fuck her to paradise. No collar means no more blonde, white slave girl for a tender loving playmate. All the fun will be over for Tutu, unless...

"Show pride in pleasing your Master."

"Oh yes, my Master... I promise... I promise."

He pushes down on her legs so when he resumes screwing and grinding her again, he's doing her from a different angle. She starts going wild, he must be hitting another perfect spot and I don't think there's going to be any turning back for Tutu.

"Prove you're proud to be my slave."

"Oh yes, my Master. I will... I will."

"And keep pleasing me over and over."

"Oh yes, Master... Yes."

Master is still having her, only now they're face to face and Tutu opens her mouth wide to take his forceful tongue when he kisses her. Tutu always snogs wide open mouthed when she's really turned on, her luscious kisses are as sloppy as her cunt,

White tongue in black mouth, white cock in deepest black pussy, it's so erotic watching their interracial fusion. Master is snogging and screwing the black beauty with real passion, desire and emotion. Now he's after her heart and giving her a taste of what else it would mean to be his slave. She would be loved, cherished and protected to the point of obsession, but only if he chooses to lock his collar around her neck.

"You please me exactly how you are, my precious black jewel."

"Oh, my Master... I love you... I love you."

"I'm gonna fuck your precious asshole next."

"Oh, my Master... fuck me however you want."

And she sets him off again, ravishing her cunt as hard as he possibly can. Master is fit and strong, he's wearing a cock ring and he's already cum once. I've been hard fucked by my Master many, many times, but none of those fucks came close to the treatment being dished out to Tutu. I really do think she'll have to get a new bed tomorrow.

I leave them to it for a while, go and pour myself a glass of white wine. By the time I get back, Master has kept his word and impaled his cock up Tutu's oiled back passage. There's nothing she can do except to take it, but she loves it up the ass and her cries of ecstasy confirm it.

Yet still Tutu is unsure of her Master's intentions. She loves him and there's nothing she won't give to be forever owned as his slave. Tutu keeps begging to be collared and there's still a long night ahead for her yet.

~

I don't speak. Because I am a slave and my Master told me not to.

I don't think Tutu wants to speak, not just yet. With a towel I begin wiping up the mess between her legs, tenderly clean up her beautiful pussy and asshole. I silently release her from being bound Black Pussy Spread. I massage her arms and legs, then proceed to fasten up her bodice top. I help her swing her legs around so she can prepare herself to stand up off the bed. I check her shoes are on correctly and then straighten the novice collar she wears around her neck.

I help Tutu to stand upright and allow her a few moments to compose herself more. She tosses her head from side to side, moves each limb around in turn, then stands still while I ensure she looks desirable, feminine and pretty. She is a novice sex slave, it is absolutely vital she presents herself according her Master's wishes.

I painstakingly check every last detail of Tutu's appearance. I adjust her bodice and micro skirt. She takes a long deep breath, holds it, and when she exhales a river of spunk runs down her left leg. Master came at least twice in her tonight. I'll have to clean her up again with the towel.

We both smile at each other to acknowledge what a state Master has left his novice slave in, but a smile is all we need to confirm that she has more than fulfilled her primary purpose for tonight. We'll talk about her experience in fine detail later. I'm looking forward to hearing her describe how she felt, even though I can pretty well guess everything she might say. It is nice to talk about our sex sessions and Master encourages us to.

I can speak now. Because I am a slave and my Master told me I should at this moment.

"Are you OK, Tutu?"

"Yes, Cumdump. Thank you."

"Would you like a glass of water?"

"No I'm fine, honestly. I feel great."

"I love you so much, Tutu."

"I love you too, Cumdump. More than ever."

"It is good isn't it, the three of us together like this?"

"Amazing. I hope Master is still pleased with me."

"Of course he is. He's waiting to speak to you. Are you ready?"

"Yes."

"Come on then, my love."

A few more seconds to compose herself and off we go on the short journey back to the lounge area of her open plan warehouse apartment. Tutu's first few steps are a little wobbly, but she's soon walking nice and steadily in her high heels. A few seconds later, I present her to our Master. He's had a shower and is now fully dressed in his smart, tailored suit. Master has a few questions for his novice slave.

"What are you, Tutu?"

"I am your slave, my Master."

"What is your primary purpose, my slave?"

"I am for your pleasure, my Master."

"Then I insist you wear my collar."

"Yes, my Master. Thank you, my Master. Thank you."

Tutu smiles but looks a bit puzzled when Master hands her his car keys. He soon explains everything and his instructions for Tutu are quite clear and straightforward.

"My car is parked outside about fifty yards down the street. In the trunk of my car is an unlocked briefcase. Inside the briefcase is a thin collar. A collar like Cumdump wears to confirm that I own her as my willing sex slave. With me so far, Tutu?"

"Yes, my Master."

"Good. The collar in my car is for you to wear at all times. It will confirm that I also own you as my willing sex slave. Do you understand?"

"Yes, my Master. Thank you, my Master."

"You will walk to my car as you are. You will collect the collar and bring it back here to me. Then I will lock it around your neck. And remember, you are my willing slave. You will act like my slave at all times, with great dignity and pride."

"Yes, my Master. I am very proud to be your slave."

"Excellent. I will be watching over you the whole time. You will be safe."

"Thank you, my Master. I will feel protected as your property."

"Good girl. Now go and fetch your collar, Tutu."

"Yes, my Master. Thank you, my Master."

And off she goes, with another smile on her pretty black face. She is a sex slave and doesn't think twice about walking the street looking cheap in her high heels and tiny micro skirt. She loves looking cheap because it pleases her Master. She's proud to be a sex slave and I'm proud to be one too.

We love you, Tutu. We love you so much.

Cumdump xxx

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HotBttmInBriefs
Posted 08 Jul 2013 23:50
An enjoyable read. Good job.
Gym
Posted 13 Feb 2013 16:32
An excellent story, really enjoyable reading.
 

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