Bootlicker

Tave texted Elizabeth, telling her to be all dolled up in her sexiest white lingerie. She spent the afternoon taking a long hot bath, rigorously applying her makeup, and looking like the reigning beauty queen, and not the former beauty queen.

Tave showed up late, as usual. He texted Elizabeth, telling her to come out to his vehicle. And then they drove, out of the neighborhood, out to the railroad tracks, out to the wrong side of town. The neon haze from the local strip club was in the distance. Groups of Black men sat around, smoking and drinking booze.

"Umm ... Tave?" Elizabeth asked. "What are we doing here?"

"It's time for your reckoning," Tave said simply. Seeing Elizabeth's alarmed face, he calmed here. "You ain't gonna be hurt, I guarantee that. But I want to see you submit tonight." Elizabeth swallowed hard, reluctantly nodding.

Quantavious fixed a rough dog collar around her throat, attaching it to a heavy steel linked leash. Then he stepped out onto the streets, with her on all fours, crawling across the muck.

"What the hell you got there, boy?" one of the older Black men yelled.

"Her ancestors were **** owners," Tave said. "I thought the bitch could stand some humility. C'mon, bitch, why don't you kiss this old man's boots." Elizabeth swallowed hard, but started to lick them, her soft tongue brushing along the old man's boots as they chatted. She felt the collar tighten.

"C'mon, bitch, apologize to the man," Tave said.

"I'm ... sorry, Sir," she stammered.

"Master. Just like this man's ancestors had to call your honky ancestor."

"I'm sorry, Master," Elizabeth said, flushed.

"Fuckin' ought to piss on this bitch," the man said, staring at the white beauty.

"You could," Tave agreed. "But I got a better idea. Bitch, look pretty so I can unlock your phone. What's your name, my brother?"

"Leon."

"And what's your number?" Tave typed it into Elizabeth's phone, then programmed his number in with a Leon and a heart next to it.

"That's worth two sessions of free head, at her mansion. If you want to piss on her after, that's your call, my man. Anything more ... we can negotiate something that takes into account the sins from her family. C'mon bitch, I want to get through twenty men tonight. I want that tongue as black as your knees."