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Black Owned: White Sissy Slut Training: Vol. 1

Black Owned: White Sissy Slut Training

Romance Divine LLC

Heat Rating: SCORCHING
Word Count: 31,049
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Hot Wife Brianna is going on a thirty-day cruise with her black lover Jamaal, paid for by her pathetic sissy cuckold husband. While Brianna and Jamaal enjoy their romantic holiday, poor sissy Pansy is sent to the White Sissy Slut Re-Education Institute. Under the severe tutelage of Black Goddesses, sissy Pansy learns what it means to be a white sissy-slut and is molded into the perfect creature to serve Mistress Brianna and her lovers.
Note: Contains themes of Female Domination, Chastity, Cuckolding, Sissy Sluts, Sissy Maids, Interracial BDSM and Humiliation.
Ms. Constance recommends that if you aren’t into these themes of fetish fiction you look for other reading material.

Excerpt

Excerpt 1:

The hood was pulled from his head and he shut his eyes at the intrusion of light. The hood had been on for the last hour while he rode in the trunk of Master Jamaal’s car to some unknown location. Then he was led, crawling on his hands and knees into a building and down a hallway to who knew where or what. Mistress and Master had revealed nothing, only laughed as they watched his sissy-clad body clamber into Jamaal’s trunk and assume a fetal traveling position.
He looked up to see a black woman seated on some throne–like chair.
“Eyes down!” the strange woman commanded.
He heard Brianna and Jamaal chuckle behind him. He started to turn in their direction and stopped. Best to obey. Wait. A good sissy waits.
“Not bad,” the strange woman said. “About what we usually receive here. I think you’ll be pleased with the results.”
He blinked his eyes. Are they talking about me?
“Look up slave.” Her voice held the authority of one who is always obeyed. “You may gaze upon me. I am Goddess Patricia.”
He raised his head slowly. She was middle aged and possessed a good figure from what he could see of her seated form. She wore a chic black leather dress with a high Mandarin collar. Her stockings had seams and her feet were shod in what looked to be expensive designer black pumps. Her perfect red nails and elegant fingers held an exquisite flogger of black and red leather. The word ‘MISTRESS’ was spelled out in metal studs on the handle. She was very beautiful, regal and imposing, and a shudder of fear ran through him. What’s going on? Where am I?
She crossed her legs and seemed to relax onto her black and red leather throne. When she spoke again her voice was smooth and cultured.
“A few more days, sissy, and Brianna leaves on her month-long cruise with her black lover, Jamaal. And we get you. Excited? Scared? You should be. You’re going to be trained. Re-educated. You are going to learn what it really means to submit. To serve. To be a…slave. The ladies here simply love working on white sissy males, breaking them and watching them suffer. We’ll film all the good parts. Brianna will get a video she and Jamaal can watch when they return. We’ve re-educated thousands of white sissy males who now serve happily. Of course they are all addicted to black ass, black balls and big black cocks.”
She paused to allow her ominous predictions to sink in. “Who are we? We are a group of women who run a sissy re-education institute of sorts. We are going to turn you into a world-class white sissy slut. Your mind and body will be re-programmed. Even as you now exist in twenty-four-seven chastity, we will enhance your sex drive to levels you can not imagine. Your frustration will be maddening. You will be trained to become aroused by all women and to serve and obey all women. You will especially become addicted to black cock and ass-cracks. If you don’t get those on a regular basis, you will start to get stomach cramps. The pain builds slowly until you are on your knees begging Brianna to take a black lover or to pimp you out. It’s quite delicious to watch a sissy in such pain crawl to a black woman and grovel at her feet; begging her to sit on his face and smother him in black ass. Ha-ha-ha, that’s going to be your fate bitch and there’s nothing, absolutely nothing you can do to stop it.”

Excerpt 2:

Pansy held up his left hand and marveled at the ridiculously long fingernails while the black nail technician finished putting the top coat on the nails of his right hand.
The young girl laughed. “Yea, they are long, but that’s what Brianna specified. She said you once told her that long fingernails were sexy, so…” She laughed again. “They’re special… And expensive. Don’t worry though, they probably won’t break. It’s a new formula, very strong.”
The bright red fingernails were over one and a half inches long and Pansy wondered how he'd be able to function.
“These are your gloves.” Tanya held out three pair of elbow-length gloves: black, white and pink.
Pansy looked at the gloves and back to his long fingernails.
Goddess Tanya laughed. “They all have slits in the fingertips; your nails will slide right through. Looks very sexy, a sissy in long gloves with long red fingernails. Trust me, the men love seeing a tiny sissy hand in gloves with long nails wrapped around their cock. Of course, since the gloves had to be modified for your long sissy fuck-me nails, they are more expensive. Fifty dollars a pair.”
Pansy stared with bewildered eyes at the gloves.
The nail technician shook her head and laughed. “This one’s kind of a bimbo, huh?” She playfully slapped Pansy’s hand. “Are you a stupid bimbo? Huh?”
“I… Uh…”
Goddess Tanya shook her head. “None of this is free, slut. Our institute is a business. And Miss Brianna sure isn’t paying for your stay here.”
Pansy glanced around the room, as if seeking help he knew would never come. “I… I don’t have any money. Brianna took it all, she—”
Goddess Tanya shook her head. “The rules, bitch. No personal pronouns? Lisping? I will see you are punished for those infractions at tomorrow morning’s beating. For now, you will go without the evening feeding. Of course you don’t have any money.” Tanya shook her head. “What would a sissy do with money? I’m well aware Briana has taken control of all your assets; as well she should. Still, you’ll be expected to pay for everything.” She held up a pink purse. “Your purse and makeup is two hundred dollars. Garter belts and stockings, three hundred dollars. Bras, three hundred dollars.” She smiled an evil smile and held out a pair of shoes. “Shoes, five hundred dollars. Go on, take them.”
Pansy reached out to accept the shoes and almost dropped them. They were heavy, made entirely of steel. Oh my God. They can’t expect me to wear these. His eyes focused on what would normally be an ankle strap, only this was a circular piece of steel that locked around the ankle.
“Lovely, aren’t they?” Tanya purred. “Cold, hard, unforgiving steel. No padding. Five and a half inch heels. Once they are locked on…”
She gestured around the small cell at the rack of dresses, the wigs and all the rest of the clothing and accessories worn by white sissy sluts. “You are paying for all this, as well as for your training here at the institute. Don’t worry, we’ll get our money; we always do. We have an on-site sissy brothel where you will work as one of our sissy whores. You will work in our laundry as well as perform live cam sessions on our pay-per-view white-sissy slut web site.”

Excerpt 3:

The morning began with his two demonic Goddesses rousing him from his slumber. Pansy shuffled from his cage, kissed their feet and awaited their first commands of the day. He avoided looking directly at Tanika and Kara as they removed the empty baby bottle from his velcroed hands.
Kara shook the empty bottle. “Good sissy. All those hormones and mind altering drugs will turn you into a perfect feminized white sissy slut. That is what you want, isn’t it?”
“Oh, yeth Goddeth Kawa.”
They undressed the sissy and handed him baby wipes. “Clean your ass off.” Tanika said. She fastened his leash as Pansy wiped his bottom.
Tanika jerked on the leash and the kneeling sissy slave began following her high-heeled boots out the door. “Come on, Mistress Dolores will give you your morning beating.”
The two young women chatted as they walked the halls and led sissy Pansy to the punishment room.
Pansy wasn’t surprised to find another new Demoness to torment him. This one was an older white woman; perhaps in her late forties. She was attractive. Her brunette hair was styled and her makeup was perfect. She was dressed for the part in a leather corset whose garter straps held up shiny black latex stockings. Her feet were shod in exquisite black pumps with five-inch heels. Black, elbow-length gloves snaked up her arms and her gloved hands held a leather flogger.
Tanika unclipped the leash and Pansy crawled to the woman and kissed her feet.
“Thithy Panthy begth for dithipwine.”
Mistress Dolores cocked an eyebrow and looked at Kara.
“It said, ‘Sissy Pansy begs for discipline’.” She laughed.
“Really?” Mistress Dolores ran her gloved hand through the leather tails of her flogger. “I suppose one gets used to the lisp.”
“Its owner specified it to lisp very sissy-like,” Tanika said.
Mistress Dolores nodded to the two young women. “Thank you, I’ll call you when I’m finished.”
Sissy Pansy was left alone with the Dominatrix who circled her prey, her stiletto heels clicking on the cement floor.
“You are a slave,” Mistress said. “Eyes down. More specifically, a white sissy slave.” She stepped on Pansy’s right hand. “A white sissy slave being trained to serve and worship Mistresses and Masters. That’s what we do here; turn males into white sissy bitches, sissy-bois.” She applied weight to Pansy’s hand and then stepped back.
“You will learn to serve and obey all. Today, you are going to be punished by a white woman. Tomorrow it may be a black woman, or Asian, who knows. But you… You will submit. Endure. Suffer. Obey.”
She draped the falls of her flogger over Pansy’s back and laughed as he flinched. “You have no choice. You gave up your freedom to serve your wife and her lover.” She kicked him in the thigh with her pointed-toe stiletto. “Didn’t you?”
“Yeth, Mithtweth.”
She used her flogger on his bottom. “Up! Get up on the bench. If I have to restrain you, I promise, it will be worse. I expect you to suffer in silence for me. Understood?”
Pansy’s body shook as he answered. “Yeth, Mithtweth.”
“I know your type,” she reached around and pinched one of Pansy’s nipples. “Hurts. But you like it, feels good; you like to have a woman play with your girly nipples, don’t you?”
“Yeth, Mithtweth.”
She smirked and mouthed a silent, mocking ‘Yeth, Mithtweth’.
“I have a step-son like you. A feminized, high-heeled, sissy bitch. His father cheated on me with his secretary. But I found out about that and about other things at his company. Now both daddy and step-son are my sissy maid slaves. When my black lovers come over one of them washes my lover’s car and the other one fluffs Master.”
She stepped back, adjusting the flogger in her hand, finding the sweet spot for balance. “But you didn’t have to be blackmailed, did you?” She struck at sissy’s back.
He gripped the spanking bench yet remained in position and silent.
“You ran in your fuck-me heels straight to your sissy life didn’t you, slut?” She struck again. “Couldn’t wait to submit could you?”
“No, I mean yeth, Mithtweth.”
“Slut! Whore! Bitch! Loser! Faggot! Wimp!” She punctuated each word with a blow from her flogger across sissy’s back.

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