Raceplay Stories

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Given Tumblr’s new ban on pornographic pictures, I’m going through my old stories to update them and remove the Nudity.  Hopefully they don’t ban me...

I've been away from Tumblr for awhile, mostly because I've been dating a wonderful girl and I'm spending more time with her. She's also very kinky and is a fan of the blog. This is a funny story about some bdsm play we did early on:

I had tried her to the bed, spread eagle. She was blindfolded and immobilized. We had just gotten a Hitachi Wand vibrator, and this would be the first time I used it on her.

Me: "Alright slave. You know the rules. You may not cum without your master's permission. Understand?"

Her: "Yes Sir"

Me: "Good girl"

I turn on the vibrator to Level 1. She starts to moan and writhe.

bz z z z z z z z z z z z z z z z z z

Me: "Good little slut, you like it when your master plays with you?"

Her: "Ooooh. Yes sir. Please sir, I'm getting close..."

Me: "Not yet slut."

I turn the vibrator to Level 2.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Her: "Oh master! May I please cum?"

Me: "Not yet..."

I turn the vibe up to maximum.

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Her: "Uuuugh!"

Me: "Now slave! Cum for your master!"

I turn the vibe up to Level 4.

Bz. ... Bz. ... Bz. ....

Me: "shit"

I turn it to Level 5.

Bzz bzz bzz. ... Bzz bzz bzz. ...

Me: "Well this is why you read the instructions first..."

I’ve noticed that Tumblr doesn’t show my full list of stories in it’s mobile view.  So, while I’m still a ways away from finishing the next one, I figured I’d re-post the full list here for anyone who is interested.

Parent Teacher Association (NEW!): The moms of a run-down school district adopt a new policy to attract better teachers. (mf+, asian, white, latina, cuck)

New Selma Society: A society of wealthy white men, dedicated to the enslavement of colored women.

Part I: I join the Society (mf+, black, slave)

Part II - First Date: I take a friend’s daughter to the annual Society Breeding Picnic (mf+, white, black, asian, latina, slave)

Part III - The Wedding: I prepare to wed my beautiful trophy-girlfriend, but I suddenly find myself intrigued by a new slave. (mf+, white, black, asian, latina. arab, slave)

Part IV - The Academy: My wife and I go looking for a new slave (mf+, white, schoolgirl)

September Slave Catalog (f+, white, latina, asian, black, slave)

October Slave Catalog (f+, fan, white, desi, black, slave)

November Slave Catalog (f+, white, asian, slave)

December Slave Catalog (f+, white, asian, slave)

February Slave Catalog (f+, black, slave)

The Corporation: A corporation makes the wives and daughters of it’s non-white employees earn their keep.

Part I: The everyday lives of Company women, as they serve their bosses and their families. (m+f+, asian, desi, office, cuck)

Part II - Breeding Policies: Asian wives, daughters, husbands, and sons navigate the Alterna Corp’s rules regarding employee breeding.  (m+f+, asian, office, cuck)

American Dreamers: After the Dream Act is repealed, millions of young immigrant women are enslaved

Maria - Slave Wife: Maria needs to marry if she wants to stay in the country, and she’s willing to do anything. (mf+, latina, asian)

Angela - Army Breeder: Angela is captured and taken to serve as an Army cum-dump. (m+f+, latina, slave)

Bond Maid: Adventures of a viking prince

Part I: An Italian town is sacked, a girl finds her calling in life. (mf+, white, slave, hist)

Part II: An Arabian beauty and her slaves are captured by Harald. (mf+, white, arab, black, slave, hist)

Ask Alex: True stories I’ve heard from people on Tumblr

Call Me ‘Chink’: An Asian girl asks for advice on how to introduce her white boyfriend to raceplay. (mf, asian, true)

Desis and Redcoats: Adventures of a British Officer in India

Part I: I secure our supply lines by “working with” the natives. (mfmf, desi, nc, hist)

Refugee Screening: A Syrian mother and daughter try to convince an American man to adopt them. (mf+, arab)

Plantation 2017: A look at a world where the Confederacy won the Civil War. (mf+, black, slave)

Girls And Ponies: Three highschool girls explore the career paths open to them. (m+f+, white, latina, asian, slave)

Bimbo Academy: A school where girls can train to be the perfect woman. (f+f+, white, modification)

The Life of Shu: A neglected Asian schoolgirl falls in love with the man of her dreams. (mf+, m+f+, asian, black, prost)

Karissa’s Interview: An Asian office girl applies for a job at a free-use company. (mf+, asian, fan)

Adopt A Liberal: A husband and wife help to re-educate local college girls. (mf+, asian, white, black, slave)

The Talent: An up and coming film director gets recruited to work overseas.(mf+, black, arab, asian, white, slave)

Enslaved By SEALS: The wife of an ISIS general learns to regret her choices.(m+f+, arab, nc)

Mindy Becomes a Toy: In a world ruled by whites, an Asian girl is chosen for enslavement. (mf+, asian, slave)

Free Use Asia: Vietnam recruits foreign talent by offering them a unique benefit. (mf+, asian)

The Dentist’s Office: I inherit the family dentistry practice, including the nurses.(mf+, black, latina, asian, white, nc)

Happy Wife, Happy Life: Omar endeavors to make his wife and daughters happier, no matter what (or who) they want. (m+f+, black, cuck)

Ghetto Whore: A white college boy realizes that pimping may be a worthwhile profession. (mf+, black)

Rosa Gets a Job: A young Latina achieves the American Dream. (mf, latina)

Shenika Goes White: A black high school girl seduces her teacher. (mf, black)

Amy’s Education: An Asian college girl learns to be a good teammate. (m+f, asian, cuck)

Public Cum Dump: A white girl is punished for her crime with “community service”. (m+f+, black, latina, asian, white)

Naked at Work: An office girl comes to terms with her Company’s new policies. (m+f+)

The Wrong Luggage: A white man grabs the wrong bag at the airport and finds something shocking inside. (mf, asian, slave)

Breaking the Cycle: America ends the cycle of violence in Afghanistan by “adopting” the family members of dead insurgents. (mf+, arab, slave)

Story Codes:

fan: Contains fan-submitted pics

mf+: One man, many women

m+f: Many men, one woman

m+f+: Many men, many women

mfmf: Several couples

black, white, asian, desi, latina, arab: Races of the girls involved

hist: Historical

This is a true story that happened to me while writing this blog.  However, all the names/details have, of course, been removed, altered, or embellished.

A couple months ago, I was contacted by a Chinese girl attending University in the United States.  She was in a long term relationship with her boyfriend back in China, whom she was constantly fighting with.  She was also falling for her hunky American classmate, whom she had secretly slept with several times.  She was unsure of what to do; she didn’t want to hurt her Chinese bf, but she wanted to be with her new classmate.

To be clear, when giving IRL advice, I don’t give “raceplay” answers about racial superiority and shit.  That’s all kinky fun, but relationships are (somewhat) serious.  However, it was clear that she was unhappy with her old boyfriend, and wanted to be with her classmate, so I recommended to her that “ripping off the band-aid” was the best thing to do.  Dragging things out with her Chinese BF, or ghosting him, would just prevent him from getting back into the dating scene for longer.  Moreover, staying with him would likely just make her, and by extension him, miserable.  Many people stay in relationships because they don’t want to be the “bad guy” and end it.  However, relationships (especially ones without kids) are a time where it’s OK to be a bit selfish.  If you don’t like the person you are with, don’t feel obliged to put up with them (my own parents learned that the hard way)!  I also advised that she not tell him why, just say that they “grew apart” or something, so as not to destroy his confidence.  In the end she basically did just that, and soon after started officially dating her new white boyfriend.

A few months after that she got in touch again.  She loved being with her new stud, but she wasn’t loving what they did in bed.  Sure, he was good, and she enjoyed the sex they were having, but she couldn’t figure out how to get him into her darker fantasies, the kind she searched for on my blog, and others.  She was embarrassed, and afraid he would freak out.  Fortunately, being an expert in the psyche of college-age white men, I gave her exact instructions on how to proceed:

That night, the two of them crawled into bed as usual.  She put her arms around him, and they began to make out.  Then, just as things were getting hot, she pulled back.

“Honey, I was wondering.  When we have sex... can you please... call me a ‘Chink’?”

Her boyfriend was momentarily flabbergasted.  For a few seconds the tolerant PC culture embedded in him since childhood battled against his primal urge to dominate others and take their women.

“Really?” he asked, hardly able to believe it.

She nodded.  Well, if an Asian girl wants to be called a ‘chink’, its not racist.  Is it?  Satisfied with this reasoning, he got to work, his cock growing harder than it ever had as he felt the thrill of total dominance over his oriental girlfriend.

She grew wetter and hornier too, as he rained down racial abuse on her.  She let herself go, embracing her hidden fantasies with a man she loved and trusted.  When they finally came together, it was the strongest pair of orgasms they’d ever had.  As they caught their breath she leaned over and whispered in his ear: “I love it when you say that.”

The next day she went online and told me, her confidant, the above details.

The lesson here, is that partners should be open about their sexual needs and wants.  Many partners (especially men, though many women too) can be open to some pretty crazy experimentation if it is done with someone they love and trust.  So don’t feel shame for what you enjoy and, one day, you might get lucky!

And, if you ever want to enlist the advice of an experienced online smut author (among other things), feel free to msg me here or on Kik (alexrane55).  I hope to write more of these Ask Alex vignettes in the future!

For decades, the cycle of violence continued in the Middle East.  A terrorist would be killed by a drone, his sons would be left fatherless, on reaching adulthood they would take up arms before being killed by a drone, leaving their sons to do the same.  And so the cycle would continue.

Until the United States decided to break it.

Aliah got off the airplane in Newark with her mother, two sisters, and three younger brothers.  One week ago, they had been living in a remote Afghan village when their father, a local Taliban commander, was killed by an American drone strike.  Her younger brothers had vowed revenge against the infidels, but they were still young, and the next day a car full of Afghan police officers arrived at their house.

Aliah’s mother was dragged out behind their hut and fucked by every man there.  The police had wanted to do the same to Aliah and her sisters, but her mother convinced them not to.  They were then stuffed in a truck and driven for hours.  Aliah feared they would be killed by the CIA, but instead they were dropped off at a large building near an airport where a friendly-looking Arab woman greeted them.  She wore a tigh-fitting business suite, which revealed ample cleavage.  Aliah was shocked by her lack of veil, high heels, and the obvious collar she wore around her neck.

“Welcome, welcome, please come in” she said.  “Sit down, have something hot to drink.”

They were soon joined by dozens of other Afghan families.  Talking to them, Aliah found that they were all family members of dead Taliban fighters.  They ranged from a young bride (now widow) with stunning green eyes, to an old man, his wife, and seven marriage-aged daughters (all there for a crime committed by their older brother).  Finally, when the hall had been filled with hundreds of people, the friendly-looking women stood up on a podium and asked for silence.

“I’m sure you’re wondering why you’re all here today?  Well, for decades now, America has been bombing Afghanistan, while we Afghans have been fighting back.  This must end, and a new project is underway aimed at breaking the cycle of violence. From this moment forward, America will take seriously it’s duties to the families of dead fighters.

In a few minutes, you will all board planes to America!  There, you will be put into the care of the American soldiers responsible for killing your loved ones.  They will be responsible for feeding you, sheltering you, raising you and, once you are old enough, ‘bringing together’ our peoples.  And yes” she winked, “I do mean that in the biblical sense”.

Aliah’s mother gripped her close.

The woman continued. “I know you probably are feeling a bit scared right now.  Don’t be. I can promise you, from personal experience, that this will be the best thing that ever happens to you.  You see, two years ago this was me.”

She brought up a slide show on the wall behind her, showing an old, bearded, angry-looking Taliban fighter, surrounded by three women in full burkas.

“That’s me on the left there.  My father married me off to this man at an early age.  He beat me, made me wear a stifling blanket over my head, and did the same to our daughter!  I shared him with two other wives, but he never had time for any of us (he preferred boys).  Two years ago, he was killed in a drone strike, and we were all picked up and sent to America.  We lived with the colonel who ordered his assassination and look at is now!”

She flipped the slide. Now it showed her and two other brown MILFs wearing skimpy dresses, following behind a svelte American soldier and his wife.  Behind them followed what must be their four teenaged daughters, wearing what could only be described as slutty clubwear.  She then flipped the photo again, showing a picture of herself topless, in the bedroom of her new master.

“I have no doubt that you will love it in America!  We women get to wear what we want and can walk around in broad daylight with out men. Plus, American men know how to please a woman.  They know about her beauty bud, how to lick her pussy lips, how to fill every part of her…” The woman shuddered before continuing.

“For all the young men here, as part of this cultural integration plan, you will need to be ‘fixed’. The point is to ensure that the next generation is all mixed race, and as for why you won’t be given white women? Well, you aren’t the ones with the Predator Drones.”  The woman winked and smiled.

“If you will all go down that hallway, you’ll receive a medical check before boarding the airplanes.  I’d like to thank you all for participating in this bold experiment to break the cycle of violence.  Allah bless America!”

The plane ride terrified Aliah, but the prospect of meeting her new, white, “caretaker” worried her even more.  The thought of serving the man who killed her father disgusted her.  Still, she found herself adjusting her hair repeatedly on the flight over, trying to make sure she looked her best.  When she finally landed in Newark, she, her mother, and five siblings were met by a young American man who looked to be in his early 20s. With him was a white woman who must have been his girlfriend.  The woman looked at them apprehensively, as if sizing them up, but after a few seconds she calmed down and started to smirk.  As if she didn’t consider them a threat!  Aliah bristled.

The man she would be serving was hardly rippling with muscles.  He introduced himself as Jeb, a Drone pilot.  He spent most of his time dropping bombs from a couch somewhere. Still, his training gave him a good figure, and his tight shirt made Aliah squeeze her thighs together.  Jeb spared Aliah a quick glance before loading her family into her pickup truck.  As they drove through New York, Aliah saw a lot of girls that looked like her walking the streets.

“As you can see, a lot of girls like you have taken an active role in growing the economy” Jeb explained.  “I won’t have you do that, but I may send your mother out to work on some occasions. You’re the first family I’ve adopted so I’m not sure yet how much your upkeep will cost.  Wait, honey, pull over!”

They pulled up next to a woman wearing a face scarf and practically nothing else.  She immediately bounced over to the car window and pulled off her top, revealing a wonderful pair of tits.

“Hey honey!  Anything I can do for you?”

The white man turned back to Aliah and her family.  “These little sluts back here are new.  They don’t know what it means to serve a white man.  I want you to show them.”

The girl gave Aliah and her mom a knowing look, before turning back to their master.  She quickly pulled off her panties and knelt beside the car.

“May this brown cunt please taste your powerful white cock?”

“Sure, slave.  Suck it.”

“Yes Master.”

She dove onto his throbbing dick, bobbing up and down with abandon.  Soon he was loudly moaning.  Aliah tried to look away, but her mother stopped her.

“Like it or not, my sweet child, we are now owned by this man.  If we don’t learn how to please him, we could end up on the streets.  So pay attention!”

Aliah watched.  And learned.

That night Jeb enjoyed Aliah’s mother.  Aliah herself was tied up outside the beadroom, able to listen to the sounds they made, but unable to see anything.  Her high heels made it almost impossible to balance, and Aliah swayed on her feet, as her mother’s moans grew louder and louder.  The vibrating dildo stuffed in her tight cunt didn’t help things either.

Finally, her mother came to a final shattering orgasm, and fell silent.  A few minutes later she came out and untied Aliah, her skin glowing from the pleasure and exertion.

“My dearest, I’ve spoken with our Master, and he has such wonderful plans for us.  Tomorrow I will start working at a high-class escort service, to bring in money to support you.  Can you believe it?  I have a Job!!! “

Her mother had always wished she could have a career, but her husband had stopped her.  Aliah felt happy for her.

“As for you dear, he was thinking of sending you there with me, but I convinced him to train you as a house puppy instead.  You will have to crawl around on all fours, and serve him playfully and happily, but I don’t think you’ll have a problem with that?  I saw the way you look at him.  Do you think you can do that, darling?”

Aliah thought about it. From this moment on, her life would be changed forever.  She knew that women in America were supposed to be treated better than this.  Still, even this was far better than being locked away in a mud hut in Afghanistan.  She decided she would make the best of things,and see where this life took her.

“Yes mommy.  I’ll do my best.”

Her mother beamed and kissed her.  “I know you will darling.  Now, let’s go introduce you to your master.  He’s been dying to enjoy your virgin holes.”

Aliah stopped and paled. Virgin holes?

This month I figured I’d give the spotlight to some black girls, as they haven’t had many stories lately.  I went with an interesting format here where my slave Prize would tell me her sexual fantasies and I’d have 5 minutes to turn them into short stories while she played with herself.

Name: Donna (My IRL Slave) Edit: Pics Removed.

Grade: A

Special Traits: Lawyer

Method of Acquisition: Volunteer Slave

Price: $149,000

Donna Jefferson was the co-founder of Jefferson & Whiteman, the most respected law firm in Miami. A tall, fit black woman of 28, she had graduated top of her class at Yale Law, and worked for three years as a pro-bono immigration lawyer before moving to a far more lucrative job in Corporate Law.  Her firm partner was Jake Whiteman, and there were often rumors around the office that the two of them were secretly together.  This wasn’t the case though; Donna always kept things professional at work, and Jake got more than enough pussy from his young Latina secretary.

It was a normal evening as Donna drove home from work.  She had a fancy apartment in the city, but she hadn’t lived there in years.  Instead she drove out of town, while taking a late-night conference call on a recent corporate merger deal.

“Tell Kim to get her shit done or she’s fired, you head me!?!  I know you think she’s hot, but I’m not gonna spend my hard-earned money on your T&A!”

“Sure Donna, I get you” replied Jake as he hung up.

Donna rolled her eyes and her focus returned to the road as she approached the trailer park.  She parked her Mercedes in front of #215 and approached the door.  She drew in her breath and knocked.

“Enter!”

Donne quickly stepped inside and began to strip off her business attire.  Her power-suite was intimidating, and her bra and panties were modest.  Beneath them was a body that belonged on a Playboy cover.  Her DD tits were firm and bouncy, thanks to her long gym sessions, and her perfect ass was a gift from her mom.

When she’d finished undressing, Donna walked into the living room and knelt before her master.  Bob was a white truck driver in his earlier thirties.  His arms rippled with muscles and were adorned with countless tattoos.  He’d never been to college, or even graduated High School!  In a good year, he earned maybe 1/50th that of Donna, although since becoming his slave he’d been collecting income on her behalf.

Donna struggled to take her eyes off his muscled body.  “How can I please you tonight master?”

“Dance for me slave.  Show me the value of those stripping classes I made you take.”

Donna grinned, thrilled to be able to show herself off for her master.  Her dance started slow, then slowly grew in speed as she knelt in his lap and brushed his growing erection with every part of her body.  Finally, he told her to get on her knees and open her mouth.  Spurts of white sticky cum covered her face and lips, some missing completely and falling to the floor.  

“Clean it up, slave!”

Donna eagerly knelt and began to lick up her master’s seed.  She didn’t want to waste any of it!  Technically she had a proposal to write for the next day, but her master hadn’t eaten yet, so she spent the next hour preparing his favorite meal for him (Crispy fish Po-Boys).  Then, as he ate, she enjoyed her own favorite meal, while on her knees before him.  When he’d finished eating he began shoving her further down on his cock causing her to gag on his fat cock, before once again emptying his seed inside her mouth.

Tired, he led her back to bed where he fucked her pussy to a shattering orgasm before going to sleep. As she felt his breath on her back, Donna considered getting up to finish her work, but decided against it.  She’d make one of the interns do it tomorrow, and her master’s embrace was so comfy!  Donna smiled as she drifted off to sleep in her master’s arms.

Name: Destiny (Shantel) – User Submitted Pics

Grade: A

Special Traits: None

Method of Acquisition: Volunteer Slave

Price: $59,000

Destiny was a black ho, and she loved it!  From an early age she would walk the streets selling her ass to rich white clients. It wasn’t the money that made her do this, as her family was rich (her mom taught African American History at Harvard).  It wasn’t drugs either; Destiny was clean.  Instead it was the attention.  Destiny (her real name was Shantel, but that wasn’t slutty enough for her) loved to feel wanted.  Every time one of her old white clients looked down at her with that hunger, her panties grew wet and she wanted nothing less than to fuck their brains out.

One evening Destiny was walking through downtown when she came across a wealthy-looking white man in a business suite.  He looked to be about 40, and he stared at her with such intense desire that Destiny knew she’d be fucking him, payment or no!

Destiny leaned over, revealing as much cleavage as she could, and gave him her sluttiest grin.  “25 bucks per fuck suh’, but for you I’ll drop it to 15!”

The man just shook his head slowly, continuing to stare at her.  Destiny held his gaze for as long as she could before looking down and blushing.  She took his hand and walked him into a nearby alley.  It really wasn’t much privacy, as pedestrians walking by could easily see them. However, Destiny preferred it that way. She wanted to be seen!  She knelt down and removed her hat while keeping her coat on (it was cold out!) and began to suck.

Someone walking down the street shouted congratulations at her client, but he never took his eyes off her. Finally, after sucking his cock for a few minutes she looked up at him.  “I’m all wet sir.  Can you please stick it in my pussy now?”

The man nodded.  “Of course, girl.  But we need to do something else first.”

He took a New Selma Society slave collar out of his jacket and locked it around her neck.  Then he grabbed her and shoved her against the wall, ravaging her gushing pussy.  Destiny didn’t understand yet that she’d just willingly given herself to a society of slave owners, to be used and abused for the rest of her days.  But soon she would, and she’d consider it the luckiest thing that ever happened to her!

Name: Daisy

Grade: B

Special Traits: None

Method of Acquisition: Plantation Slave

Price: $49,000

Most of the old Southern Plantations were shut down when the Army of Northern Aggression marched through in 1865, but a few strongholds of slavery were still, secretly, maintained in parts of Alabama and Mississippi.  On these estates, life continued as it had for hundreds of years, with white gentlemen and ladies living in the “Big House”, while field slaves toiled year-round in the Alabama heat.  Daisy grew up on a Plantation like this, in the Slave Shack with her parents, sisters, and cousins, never knowing that Slavery had been abolished hundreds of years ago.

One day, Young Master Jeffrey Carrucan spotted Daisy churning butter and ordered her to come to his room. While Jeffrey was married, with a child on the way, it is commonly accepted that white masters have free use of their colored slaves for simple relief.  Day after day, Master Jeffrey would go to the slave cabins and fuck Daisy in front of all the other girls.  Most were jealous of her and weren’t afraid to show it.  Master Jeffrey didn’t mind; a bit of healthy competition among the slaves kept things nice and orderly.  Every now and then he’d fuck another slave girl in front of Daisy just to keep her in line and show her who was in charge.  Still, he’d always return eventually to his favorite fuckslave.

Life on the Carrucan Plantation continued like this for several years, and all was well. Unfortunately, Master Jeffrey had a heart condition.  One evening, while fucking Daisy in a secluded clearing, he had a heart attack and died.  His white wife had just given birth to a daughter, who could not inherit the plantation, so instead all his assets (his wife and daughter among them) are being auctioned off by the Society.

As the most valuable slave of the lot, Daisy is the perfect addition to any harem!

Name: Jezebel

Grade: B

Special Traits: None

Method of Acquisition: Brainwashing

Price: $39,000

Jezebel was a normal schoolgirl about to graduate from Sudyvent School in downtown Manhattan. It was the most prestigious school in New York, and only a tiny fraction of the applicant got in.  The graduates went on to the most prestigious schools in the country, and many had already acquired jobs or patents before they left!

Jezebel was hoping to go into Art History and was looking forward to graduation.  Part of this was because it would get Clive Barker off her back. The dweeby little nerd was always following her and trying to look up her skirt and check out her tits.  Once she even caught him sneaking a micro-camera up her skirt!  She complained to the principal and Clive got suspended for a month, and after that he kept his distance.

It wasn’t that Jazebel didn’t enjoy white boys, she’d been fucking the white football captain for ages, and had even sucked her cute History Teacher’s cock once.  It was just that something about Clive didn’t feel right…

One day after class Jezebel walked into one of the classrooms and suddenly felt a sharp pain in her forehead.  Looking up she saw a strange rod strapped to one side of the door.  They almost looked like a prop from a tacky 60s sci-fi show. It was then that Clive walked out of the shadows.

“Very good Jezebel, very good.  You’ve walked right into my trap!”

Jezebel rolled her eyes at the super-villain line and turned to walk out.

“Stop right there!”

She halted.  A part of her brain was stunned and told her to keep moving, but somehow her legs wouldn’t respond to it!  In a moment of panic, she worried that she was having a stroke!

“Turn around,” ordered Clive “and walk forward.”

Without her control, Jezebel started to move forward, almost like she was in someone else’s body.  She stopped in front of Clive.

“What the fuck is this Clive!  What have you done to…”

“Quiet.”  Jezebel’s mouth clamped shut.  “Now let’s see here…  Take off your shirt and bra, and then put your arms behind your back.  Also, start to juice up for me.”

Clive grinned at her as she helplessly removed her clothing, revealing her massive black tits. Jezebel was a smart girl, she knew what was coming and was prepared to face it.  She just wished her pussy didn’t feel so good!  It was already gushing when Clive put his finger in it.

“Very nice!  I wasn’t sure if that would work.  Now girl, you know what’s about to happen, and you probably hate me for it.  But before I do it, there’s one last thing I’d like to try.  From now on, you will be my willing slave girl.  You will love me and desire me every second of every day.  You will live to serve my cock, you will agree with every command I give you, and you will enjoy every ounce of punishment I see fit to bestow upon you.  Do you understand?”

“Yes sir” Jezebel said, “I understand and am excited and thrilled for my new life!”

And, to her surprise, she was!

IRL Note

It is actually Black History Month, and if anyone out there is in need of a “palette cleanser” after this, I’ve got some movies to recommend:

Selma is a terrific story about Martin Luther King Jr, and does a great job shining a light on the real tactics required for a movement like his to succeed.  Hidden Figures is both a great NASA movie and an interesting exploration of race.  Finally, I can’t recommend Get Out enough!  There’s a reason it might win Best Picture!  It’s especially good if you’re “super not-racist” white person as it really lays out how racism goes beyond just angry rednecks (and kinky sex blogs).

Enjoy!

This is just a short scenario I thought of on seeing a GIF.  I may write some more Quickies in the future, though I still plan on spending the bulk of my time on longer stories.

Kim and her friends walked through the Women’s Entrance of Casanova’s, the most popular restaurant in downtown Manhattan.  Getting in was almost impossible, but Kim worked as an analyst at a large bank and was able to pull some strings.  Now, she and her friends Diane and Sarah were going to experience the finest dining in the city.

Looking at their menus, everything seemed appealing.

“I’ll have a six-and-a-half, lean.  White meat” said Kim.  “Not in the mood for anything too crazy tonight.”

Sarah, her busty blond friend, scoffed.  “Speak for yourself sister!  I’ll take an 8, whatever you can give me.”

Diana just blushed as the waitress turned to her.  Finally, she said in a faint voice “I’ll try the white.”

The waitress smiled and walked them through the restaurant.  All around, dozens of well-dressed men were sitting down to a delicious evening meal discussing business, vacation, kids, and wives.  Finally, they arrived at their table, where a group of six male Wall Street execs were eating steak, smoking cigars, and laughing about Venezuela’s pathetic attempt to launch a cryptocurrency.  

Kim, Sarah, and Diana knelt and crawled under the table.  Three women were already down below, one of whom Kim recognized as an executive at her company.  Each girl crawled to her placemat, complete with a padded knee-rest and a silk napkin. Fortunately, their meals were already unzipped and prepared.

The three friends all leaned forward and began to eat.