He's taking his cocksleeve for a walk!

But even the most discerning eye had it's limits. And like life, the truth was often stranger than fiction.

From both perspectives, both his and hers, they both desired this. They both wanted this, and in a way needed each other, although, clearly with the black woman being collared and on his leash, she certainly needed him more!

For her, she was eagerly, lovingly, and obediently givng her body and submission to him, her white Owner and Master. Where as he, simply by the right of being white, had accepted her submission, taming and training her to know her place as his ebony whore! His personal cocksleeve!

In fact, that exact word was inscribed on her thick white leather collar, that stood out obviously against her dark skin. Emblazoned with the word 'Fuckcow" - clearly his nickname for her. In the light of her submission, the curves of her body, and as a black woman the lusty needy desire to be Owned by him as his ****, her name did not matter.

All that mattered was her service and submission to him.

All that mattered was....him!

It had been a long week for them both with their jobs, even more difficult for her, as her job was her secondary responsibility. He was her first.

As you might expect, this involved the basics of tending his needs. Cooking, cleaning, caring for his needs.

But she had surrendered herself to him gladly, even begging him in utter need and **** desire for him to collar her as his ****! She served him fully and completely understanding her place and purpose as his ****.

And this, her being cuffed, collared, and on his leash, following behind him through the park was all for him! Despite it all being his idea, she had leapt at the prospect of him taking her out to the park. Enthusiastically offering herself to him, to serve her Master and the preparation she knew he required!

After all - he had decided to take her for a walk! And she wasn't just any woman....

She was HIS ebony whore!

**His personal cocksleeve!

His fuckcow!**