Or is it...

The next morning, I woke up more sore than I could ever remember having been.

My head was still cloudy from the pills, but I couldn't help but flash back to the previous night. I was pretty sure that I had been pimped out in the back of the club, my body sold to any black man with enough cash to use me.

As embarassed as that made me, and sad, since I had thought John really cared for me, deep down, when I thought about it, it had felt...right.

Shaking my head clear, I decided to shower. I took a long one; pouring Nair on every place that grew hair, aside from my head of course. Once I had throughly cleaned myself top to bottom, I stepped out of the shower. The cold caused my already small clit to nearly disappear.

Once again images of last night invaded my mind. The seemingly endless line of powerful black men paying to use my body.

That was it. I couldn't deny it. I had to go back.

By six o'clock, I had made up my mind. I was going back to find Master. I would fall to my knees, thank him, and beg to be his whore.

I got dressed in a long, silver party dress, slid stockings up my legs, and put on another of my hooking thongs, this one white with gold clasps. Next came a pair of heels, longer than the ones I'd worn last night, the straps stopping midway up my smooth calves.

I called a Lyft, and gave the address. About thirty minutes later, I was walking into the club. The bouncers were the same as the previous night.

The one id sucked off in the DJ booth smiled at me, almost seeming unsurprised to see me. As he let me through, he leaned down and whispered into my ear, making my knees shake.

"Welcome back, baby. I knew it wouldn't be long."

I walked up to the admission booth to the back of the club, and the bored looking white woman buzzed me in without a word. She didn't even look up.

As the door slid open, I was met with the imposing, slightly terrifying, extremely attractive sight of Master, looking down the hallway at me from the "Open" private room at the end of the hall. He sneered at me contemptuously, wagging his index finger, beconing me to him.

My heels clicked on the concrete as I strode down the hall as confidently as I could, allowing my ass to sway from side to side somewhat as I did. When I reached him, he pulled me into the room and shut the door, locking it with a key he put back into his pocket.

"I knew you'd be back, white bitch." He said, his African accent still as beautiful and powerful as it had been last night.

I feel my clit twitch, and I fall to my knees. He places a hand on the back of my head and slides his zipper down. With his other hand, he pulls out his long, thick, uncircumcised black cock. The long vein still seeming to run down the entire length. I could see him already getting hard.

My god, how did that thing fit in my pussy

"I...I..." I stammer, fear in my voice, "I want to be your whore, master. I want you to sell my body every night. I exist to serve superior black men with my hands, my mouth, and my pussy... I... I want you to own me, master."

"Open your mouth, white boy." He says, his deep voice making me shake

I obey without question, and he aligns the head of his cock with my mouth. Slowly, degradingly, he slides his entire cock into my mouth, and then down my throat. His hand on my head holds me in place for what seems like ages before pulling me back, allowing me a breath, and then forcing himself back down my throat.

His balls rested on my chin, drool running from my open mouth down onto his huge sack, making him glisten in the light of the TV.

I sucked him that way for nearly an hour before he finally pulled me to my feet by my hair and threw me, hard, onto the couch. He literally rips my dress off, shredding it into several pieces, leaving me in only my bra and thong. He tossed the handcuffs next to me, and tucked his cock back into his pants.

"You live here from now on, bitch. You will service every superior black man that comes through this door. You will suck their cocks, surrender your little white pussy to them without question, and you will not waste a single drop of black cum. You will swallow it, or take it in your pussy. If any spills, you will lick it up and swallow it. If you don't, I will know, and there will be consequences. You are also to take hormones every day. We are gonna shrink that worthless little dick down even further, and get those little titties to grow. This is your life now. You are my whore. I fucking OWN you. Do you understand me white boy?"

Shaking, I pick up the cuffs and secure my hands behind my back as they had been last night.

"I understand master. Thank you so much for making me your whore."

He turns and unlocks the door. Holding his arm to the side as if to admit someone, I see the first man Master has rented me to tonight.