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Black Owned: White Sissy Slut Training: Vol. 2

Black Owned: White Sissy Slut Training

Romance Divine LLC

Heat Rating: SCORCHING
Word Count: 26,685
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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. This is volume two of the four-volume series, where sissy Pansy endures day eleven through twenty of his sissy-slut re-education. Masters and Mistresses teach the sissy what it means to submit, serve and pleasure.
The audio version of volume one is now available, narrated by famed Dominatrix Miss Erica Kent.
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:

“Sissy Pansy. You look real sweet baby. You gonna wear that for Brianna’s lovers? Bet they’d like that. Men like it when sissy sluts dress sexy for them.”
Pansy knelt. He wore a sheer black nightie that came only to his belly button and black, thigh-high stockings. Kara and Tanika had dressed him as a tawdry, sexy sissy slut after they’d taken him from his cage that morning.
Now, the beautiful black Domme circled him; her black gloved hand stroking his hair while the other hand held her riding crop. He remembered her. Not her name, but who could forget that black leather tulip skirt that hugged those womanly hips? She wore a black corset that nipped in her waist and accentuated her bosom and hips; black gloves and a sheer, black lace Bolero jacket completed her outfit. She’s so beautiful, so powerful, so sexy. His sissy clitty twitched in its chastity cage. He was required now to always wear a condom over his device as his sexual drive continually seemed to be in high gear. Are they drugging me?
Goddess Elena laughed. “Say my name and I will take twelve strokes off your beating this morning. Fail, and I will add twelve strokes with my whip; twelve hard strokes.” She reached down and took Pansy’s nipple between her gloved fingers, squeezing and twisting it. “Say— my— name.”
“G-Goddeth…”
“G-G-G-Goddeth,” she mocked. “Every black woman is a Goddess to you, slut. C’mon, you have to do better than that. Goddess…”
Pansy shook his head in frustration, his shoulders slumped in defeat and resignation, as he leaned forward to kiss Goddess Elena’s black high heels.
“Goddess Elena. I am Goddess Elena. Sissies!” She said in disgust. “You come here as intelligent males, with college degrees and all the rest, and within weeks you can’t even remember names. You better not forget the names of Brianna’s lovers and guests or you’ll find yourself pulled over the lap of a Black Master for a serious spanking.” She glanced over at Kara and Tanika and winked at the young women enjoying Pansy’s humiliation.
“Up whore, over the stool. It’s another day of training and re-education for you, slut. First, a little discipline with my crop and whip and then you can worship my shoes. Then, there’s plenty of laundry for you to do, and plenty of black cocks and asses to worship. Sissy sluts don’t get days off. They serve and obey; twenty-four-seven. I think Brianna will be quite pleased with what we are creating.”
She lashed out with the crop. “Who am I?”
“Goddeth Ewana.”
She struck again and laughed as sissy pansy howled. “Who am I?”
“Goddeth Ewana.”
When Goddess Elena’s crop attacked Pansy’s helpless and exposed balls, he shrieked.
“Say my name, whore.”

Excerpt 2:

The two cruel young women kicked Pansy into the training room.
As he crawled in, he saw two legs in fishnet stockings and two feet in black patent ankle boots with stiletto heels and wicked pointed toes. He kept his eyes focused on the feet as he crawled forward and kissed the boots. “Pweathe punith thith worthleth thithy thlut.”
“Kneel up, slut,” the voice above commanded. “You may look upon me.”
Pansy assumed his kneeling-up position; head up, hands behind his back, and titties thrust out. Normally his eyes would averted to the floor, but he obeyed the instructions and gazed upon his morning’s tormentress.
She was an older white woman of medium height; although the heels added about five inches. Her figure had seen better days. Her breasts, unencumbered by lack of a bra, sagged in the short, low-cut black dress. She was a bit thick around the middle. Her hair was short and white, yet worn in a rather youthful, spiky style. She wore short, black, fingerless gloves and carried a black riding crop. Still, she was a woman; a superior being to be served and obeyed. The sight of her made his clitty begin to twitch in its cage.
She circled Pansy, poking him with her riding crop. “Rather pathetic, aren’t you?” Her voice was elegant and cultured, yet held a tone of scorn and derision for Pansy. “I can’t believe you actually got a woman to marry you.” She stopped and glanced at Kara and Tanika. “Let me guess, this pathetic creature had money and property.”
Tanika nodded. “Condo in the city, weekend beach house and a trust fund.”
Mistress Cora gave an evil laugh. “And now wifey has it all. Yes… I have three daughters and they all married worthless, pitiful wimps like you. And now, everything is theirs, the properties, the cars, the money. Oh, they still have their husbands, now simpering sissy maids like you who wait hand and foot on their wives and the wives’ lovers.”
Mistress Cora walked to the wall, hung up her crop, and selected a wicked Dressage whip. She cut the air with it and smiled as Pansy flinched at the sound.
Pansy saw Tanika and Kara take seats on a sofa across the room. Two uniformed sissy maids came through the door. One pushed a coffee service and the other offered Kara and Tanika their long, black cigarette holders.
“Yes.” Mistress Cora used the Dressage whip to turn Pansy’s face to get a good look at the cowering sissy. “That’s your fate. To be a feminized, servile domestic servant.”

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