I feel empowered.

I crawl out of bed and walk into the bathroom to wash my face and sober up.

It's only 4 AM.

Another glance in the mirror reveals that my breasts are bigger and glorious. D cups! My ass is nice and juicy too! My lips a fuckin' masterpiece. I look like a bad bitch. I smile, I've never been this happy. Or horny. Still horny. Fuck.

I decide to go mess with that panel. I see the self training buttons. There is a range of intensity. I pick the most intense ones. I'm feeling gutsy. Must be that dream.

I see 'ultimate worship training' and select it. Let's give it a try.

A voice, "Training activated. Please follow instructions."

My collar jolts my body, and a command is fed directly into my brain. 'Get on your knees.'

The bed mechanically folds out of the way, giving me more room.

I get on my knees.

Another command, I close my eyes.

"I worship black cock." I state. Pleasure fills my body. "Black cock makes me happy. Submission fulfills me. I will be complete when I am bred."

I girlcum, pleasure zapping my whole body as my hips buck and my body shudders.

Another command. I prostrate myself. "I submit my heart. I submit my mind. I submit my body. I submit my spirit."

I girlcum a second time. My brain starts getting drilled with whispers and words.

"I am black owned. I am black exclusive. I submit. I submit. I worship."

I shout it at the top of my lungs, rolling on my back, twitching a bit.

Another command, and images are flooding back to me. A flowing series of memories. Images narrowed down. Cassidy kissing Daniel. I can't stop girlcumming. My body starts to ache with how much I've cum. I think about Theo, and cum again. His lips, his mouth, his chest, his cock!

I start to get hazy...

"White submits. It's our nature!" My brain tingles. "I submit! It's my nature!"

"Own me! Mark me! Breed me!" My memories get hazy, I girlcum again.

"Own us! Mark us! Breed us!" I scream a raspy moan as I cum once more.

Visions of interracial connection.

Deep, burning desire for unity.

I'm drooling everywhere.

My hips buck again and again.

My eyes open wide. I don't know if I'm even saying cohesive words anymore. My brain is only drilling deeper and deeper inside of me.

My eyes roll back.

Black. White. Mixing. Belonging.

Three hours pass.

I stumble to my feet, body tingling, head dizzy. The program must be over, because I can think again.

I hobble over and hit the button, and the bed comes back to where it was. I collapse onto it, breathing heavily. I glance over, holy fuck it's 7 AM. A three hour session.

I glance over at the panel. It states, 'Training ended ad 5:00 AM'.

Oh my god. It was that intense? I spent two hours still just feeling the ripples from the initial hit?

Jesus. That was fucking nuts.

I'd do it again though. In fact, I kind of want to start it again right now, but I don't know if that's a good idea.

My head is kind of blurry. I grab a water bottle, there was also a few in the fridge.

I drink it down, feels nice. My head starts to clear up.

I chuckle to myself. First the dream, then the training session.

I try not to think about the dream too much. It was just a dream after all. But something about it felt spiritually enlightening.

I sit on the side of my bed, sigh a sigh of relief, close my eyes, and do one last little bit of worshiping.

I chuckle, and then there's a knock at my door.