Sally sissy slave full time for bbc

I'm a 30-year-old man, always straight, divorced and with an ex-wife behind me. I've always had a slim build, long legs, a narrow waist, and a rather effeminate bearing.

Lately, while surfing the internet, I've discovered the world of sissy slaves and BBC masters. Watching submission videos of authoritative black men and effeminate white boys, I realized there's—and probably always has been—a sissy slave inside me, and now I want to bring it out for real.

For a few months now, he has been browsing gay websites specializing in BDSM/BBC, searching for black masters looking for effeminate white slaves to train as servants, prostitutes, or full-time servants.

A few weeks ago, I met Master JAMAL online, a black man who, according to his website, firmly believes in the superiority of the black race. He's always on the lookout for new, effeminate, and inexperienced white slaves to mold and train into total and complete submission.

For several weeks now, I've been spending entire evenings in front of my computer screen. We exchange long messages, photos, and videos. Every evening, he sends me new and increasingly explicit requests. He's made me buy increasingly larger butt plugs. Then he orders me to insert them into my year during video calls. I have to wear a chastity belt all day. He's made me buy extremely sexy women's clothing, like miniskirts, very short dresses, stockings, garters, and a complete makeup kit: lipstick, pencils, blush, and so on. Then he's ordered me to shave my entire body and apply makeup like a real slut, something I do with increasing pleasure.

Every time we chat, I get dressed and put on extremely sexy women's clothing or a waitress outfit: an apron, stockings, and 12-centimeter stilettos. He, however, sends me a photo of himself. He looks like a god: 6'3" tall, with a statuesque physique, glossy ebony skin, and a massive penis with thick veins and a purple, mushroom-shaped gland.

One evening he sent me the message I was both waiting for and dreading.

"It's time to prove you're serious. If you're truly interested in becoming a real sissy slave, we need to meet in person. Otherwise, don't waste my time if you're not really convinced. Forget everything and never contact me again. You have ten minutes to decide."

Oh God, what am I supposed to do now? If I don't answer, I'll lose him forever...

After thinking about it for a long time, I decided that the time had come to take the big step and answered:

“Okay, I'd like to get to know you too.”

I answer him.

"Perfect. These are my orders, which you must follow to the letter if you wish to appear before me.

1. You must be completely shaved from head to toe.

2. You must wear only what I tell you to. First, a remote-controlled electric penis cage, which you will give me when we meet.

3. Disconnect the XL anal.

4. A pink leather collar around the neck with the words 'sissy slave' written on it.

5. For clothing: a low-waisted white pleated miniskirt, like a cheerleader's, and a pink tank top tied around the waist. Red shoes with 5-inch stiletto heels.

You should wear bright red lipstick with lip gloss, black lip liner, blush, mascara, and so on.

A large black patent leather bag containing all the toys I made you buy at the sex shop: vibrators, butt plugs, whips and so on.

After that, get in the car and make the approximately two-hour drive to my house."

"But master, I can't travel that long dressed like an effeminate prostitute. What if someone sees me, someone I know?"

“I don't care, slave. You just have to obey my orders, nothing more.”

I can't believe I'm actually about to do this.

After getting ready as my master ordered, I look at myself in the mirror. Even though I look like a street prostitute ready to work, deep down I'm aroused by my provocative appearance.

I get in the car and set off. Every time I hit a pothole, I feel the plug in my ass and groan. It's going to be a very long trip, but also an exciting one.

At one point, a message arrives from my master:

"Where are you now, bitch?"

As I answer, my hands are shaking with fear and excitement.

“I'm on the highway, master.”

"Okay. At the next rest stop, stop for gas. Then go to the bar, order a coffee, and, swaying your hips, go pee in the men's room."

“But master, the rest areas are very crowded this time of year. I can't do it.”

“Listen, little slut, I won't repeat myself. You simply have to follow my orders without saying a word.”

His voice is authoritative, intimidating and leaves no room for argument.

I feel I have no choice but to obey, and I must apologize for even thinking of disobeying one of his orders. I try to apologize.

“I am sorry, Master. I humbly ask your forgiveness.”

“Don't come and apologize to me, bitch. When you get here, I'll have to teach you a lesson in discipline.”

I approach the gas station and see, with horror, that it is full of cars waiting to fill up.

I head towards the gas pumps, looking for the least crowded one.

When my turn comes, I summon the courage to get out of the car, trying to act as natural as possible. But my miniskirt is really very short. I head to the self-service kiosk and insert my credit card. It feels like time has stopped. I feel everyone's eyes on me.

I can finally refuel. To reach the nozzle, I have to bend over slightly. I'm not wearing underwear and I'm afraid the plug I've inserted into my butt might be visible.

In the car behind me, in the queue, there are four guys in their twenties. Out of the corner of my eye, I see them elbowing each other and giggling. They're even taking pictures of me with their cell phones. Despite the embarrassment, I also feel intense excitement.

Before getting back into the car, I deliberately drop my keys on the ground and bend over to pick them up, exposing my bare, padded bottom to the applause of the four men.

I park the car to go to the bar, but find a spot quite far away. I have to walk quite a distance. I'm not yet used to walking in stiletto heels, and it's really hard. I sway my hips exaggeratedly under the gaze of all the drivers parked in the parking lot, trying to pull down my skirt, which continues to reveal my butt.

I'm thinking about getting back in the car and disobeying my master. He'd never find out. But just then, a text message arrives on my phone from him, as if he'd read my mind:

“Of course, when you’re at the bar, you have to ask someone to photograph you while you’re drinking your coffee, as proof of your obedience.”

There's no escape. Red with embarrassment, I get in line, first at the register and then at the bar.

Behind me, as I wait for my coffee, there are three very dark-skinned men who look Moroccan or Tunisian. I feel the one closest to me rubbing his genitals against my butt, probably because of the crowd. I ignore him and let him continue.

His friend leans close to my ear and says, "You're very pretty."

I smile at him and say, “Thank you, that’s very kind of you.”

When we got to the counter, I plucked up the courage to ask him if he could please take a picture of me drinking my coffee.

“Sure, darling, with pleasure. Then we can do another one with my friends, too.”

Finally, we take a selfie together. I thank them and head for the bathroom.

The three men, now aroused, follow me. Once inside, they begin touching and caressing me. I'm in a kind of aroused trance, like a nymphomaniac, and instinctively I slide my hand into the shorts of the two men in front of me. I can feel their excited, already hard cocks. The third man behind me lifts my skirt and notices the butt plug and cage.

"I'm a sissy slave, and unfortunately, I can't remove my plug without my master's permission. But I can suck all three of you, if that's enough for you."

In response, they pulled down my shorts and underwear. I knelt between the three already hard cocks and sucked them until they came in my mouth and on my face.

I got back in the car without wiping my face or mouth. I had this new sticky feeling on my face and a bittersweet taste in my mouth that I loved so much. I kept running my tongue over my lips to collect whatever was left. I never thought the cum of complete strangers could taste so good. I wanted more and more.

After another hour of driving, I arrived in front of my master's house, in a working-class neighborhood inhabited almost entirely by immigrants, mostly Africans, Moroccans, and others.

I texted him to let him know I'd arrived. He replied almost immediately:

“Okay. I live at number 12, on the fourth floor. My name is on the intercom. I'll be waiting for you.”

I found a parking spot quite far away, so I had a long walk ahead. I mustered up my courage, got out of the car with my shoulder bag, and started walking. I tried to walk casually in my stiletto heels, swaying my hips. A little wind lifted my skirt slightly. I tried to pull it down, but there wasn't much I could do: it was too short.

I reached number 12 and pressed the button my master had indicated. I heard a loud, powerful voice say:

“Hurry up. I’ve been waiting for you for hours.”

I climbed the stairs with my heart pounding. I was scared and excited at the same time.

As I was getting on, two black men were getting off. I tried to lower my gaze and act as casual as possible. They waved at me, and I waved back.

"Hi, beautiful. Are you looking for someone?"

“Yes, I was looking for Mr. Jamal. I'm his new housekeeper.”

With a chuckle, one of them said, "Here's another one."

Apparently, I wasn't the first.

“Then we'll definitely see each other again. Mr. Jamal is a dear friend of ours. He lives on the fourth floor.”

“Thank you, gentlemen. You are very kind.”

A few seconds later, I heard the door open. I saw my master for the first time and nearly fainted, because in person he was even more handsome and virile than in the chats. He was wearing short, tight gym shorts and was shirtless. Since it was so hot, he was drenched in sweat.

He didn't let me in right away. First he looked me up and down.

"I see there's still a long way to go before you look like a real sissy. Come in."

He led me into the living room and I followed him like a puppy.

"Now let's see if you've followed my orders to the letter. Lift your skirt and bend forward... Good. The plug's there, and so is the little cage. Good girl."

“By the way, give me the remote control for the cage.”

“Yes, immediately.”

Without warning, I was hit in the face.

"When you address me, you must call me Master and you may only speak with permission. Do you understand?"

“Yes, Master. I ask your forgiveness.”

I reached into my bag and gave him the remote control and keys to my cage.

Then he started listing all the rules and my duties.

“First of all, I've decided that from now on your name will be… Sally. Forget your boy name. From now on, you're nothing but a little girl.

“You'll take care of all the household chores: mopping the floors, cleaning the bathroom, dusting, and doing the laundry. Make me lunch, dinner, and even breakfast.

“You must do everything I order you immediately, without the slightest hesitation.

“You must be perfect, always perfectly made up and always tidy. You must always wear your sissy uniform: stiletto heels, a white apron, collar, cage, and butt plug. The plug must always be in your ass. You can only remove it to go to the bathroom and only with my permission. This way, your ass will get used to receiving big cocks.

“Now go make me breakfast: coffee and scrambled eggs.”

“Yes, Master.”

I turn and head toward the kitchen, swaying on my stiletto heels. As I turn, my master grabs my ass.

"You have a nice little ass. I think I'm going to have a lot of fun with you."

“Thank you, Master.”

I'm in the kitchen preparing breakfast, my first breakfast for my master. I sincerely hope I'm up to the task.

Once everything is ready, I arrange it on a tray and head to the living room, where my master is waiting for me in an armchair. I enter the room and notice that there's no table next to the armchair to place the tray on, so I kneel down, holding it in my hands while I wait for him to serve himself.

Without even looking at me, he picks up his coffee cup and starts sipping. Then, suddenly, he spits it in my face.

“This coffee is absolutely disgusting. Damn.”

With a quick wave of his hand, he knocks the tray, cup, eggs, and everything else to the floor.

"Now clean it all up, bitch, and do it all over again."

I get down on all fours, pick up everything, and clean up. Then I go back to the kitchen.

I hear my master calling me and I hurry to get up, awaiting his orders.

"You ruined my appetite, bitch. Let's see if you're better at sucking cock than cooking."

He's sitting completely naked on the chair, his legs spread wide and his penis dangling between them like a huge black club. It's the first time I've seen him up close, and I don't think I'll be able to take it all in my mouth.

"You've sucked a lot of black cock already, haven't you, bitch?"

“Yes, master. I'm crazy about black cocks.”

"Would you like to suck mine?"

“Yes, master. Please, let me suck your cock.”

My mouth is an inch from the tip of his penis. He has a strong, sour smell. He tells me to start by kissing him and tasting him with my tongue.

I place my lips on the enormous head and kiss it repeatedly. After each kiss I say:

“Thank you, master. Thank you… slap… Thank you, master… slap…”

He seems very amused.

"Now try to take as much of it into your mouth as possible."

There's no need to tell myself twice. I manage to fit about half of it in my mouth, but it's too big for me. Then I feel my master's hands grasp my head and push it down. I feel the thick head reach my throat, and saliva drips from the corners of my mouth. I'm almost choking when, with a single thrust, he withdraws his cock from my mouth for a few seconds.

Then he starts fucking my mouth again, moving back and forth like a vagina, until I feel a jet of hot, creamy cum running down my throat.

Finally, he lets himself fall back into the chair. With a snap of his fingers, he points to his penis, dripping with cum.

“Clean it up.”

I quickly clean up every last drop, especially the sperm that dripped onto his huge balls.

While my master showers, I clean the kitchen. Suddenly, I hear the doorbell ring. I don't know what to do until my master comes out of the bathroom, still dripping wet, and shouts:

“What the hell are you waiting for, bitch? Go open the door. That's one of your duties too.”

“But Master… I’m ashamed. I’m almost completely naked.”

“I don't care if you're ashamed. You're my slave now, and you must obey my orders without hesitation.”

I think to myself: Good heavens, what kind of trouble have I gotten myself into?

Despite everything, I lower my gaze and head for the door. I open it and find three black men standing there.

From the other room I hear my master shouting:

“Well, don’t just stand there, you stupid bitch. Get down on your knees and say hello to these men. Guys, don’t worry about hurting her. She can handle it.”

I stepped away from the door and slowly lowered myself to the floor, resting my butt on my heels again. Obediently, I stuck out my tongue and tried to keep my eyes as wide open as possible.

I heard the zippers of their pants unzipping as each man crossed the threshold and entered the house. The first easily pushed his semi-erect penis deep into my throat. Both of his huge hands were pinned behind my head, holding me down on his penis.

"It's been a shitty day, bitch. I've been holding my pee all day just for you."

said the man standing over me.

I felt like a python in my throat began to expand as the man emptied his urine directly into my stomach. It burned, but I knew I couldn't do anything because he had me tightly gripped around his penis.

I tried to look as grateful as possible as this complete stranger urinated down my throat. I didn't know if he'd ever stop, as my stomach was filling up more and more. Finally, he sighed in relief and slowly eased the pressure on the back of my neck.

I didn't want to hurt the glorious member that had just invaded my throat, so I tried to slowly guide it out of my eager mouth. Just as it reached the base, I sucked in all the air around it and let it go.

With a loud, satisfying pop, the man's penis shot out of my mouth, coated in saliva and urine, as it filled my throat with that warm, delicious liquid.

With a little groan, I said to the men:

I had lost all inhibitions and all my dignity. Looking the three strangers in the eye, I said:

"Thank you so much for your wonderfully sweet juices. If any of you glorious men ever need to empty themselves inside me, I'd be more than happy to be your personal toilet."

Now three more glorious, gigantic black cocks surrounded my face, ready to empty themselves down my throat. At that moment, I couldn't have been happier.

They shoved their huge cocks in my face like I was nothing. One of them must have been desperate to go to the bathroom, because he started urinating on me while slapping my face. Before I knew it, I found myself with a huge 10-inch cock pissing down my throat.

The force of his stream of urine, and my attempt to swallow it, were a real challenge. Eventually, he managed to push his hips hard against my nose and keep his penis firmly inside me.

I think a minute passed before he finally decided to withdraw from my gaping mouth. Urine was running down the sides of my lips. I could already feel my stomach swelling, so this would have been a problem with the other two men, but I was ready to accept the challenge.

The next man stepped forward and shoved his cock deep down my throat, releasing his delicious, wonderful stream. I was in heaven, like a little girl. I mean, what more could a little girl like me ask for? If someone had gone back two hours and told me I'd be satisfying a group of strangers by letting them piss directly down my throat, I never would have believed it. But now that it was happening, I didn't think I wanted anything else in the world.

The third man had finally finished and was withdrawing. A large amount of urine was dripping from my lips.

“Why don’t you start lube this up, bitch?” he said, looking me up and down as if I were a servile pet.

"Yes, sir," I said as I began licking the tip of his penis. I licked it from base to tip, thoroughly moistening it. After a couple of minutes of licking it up and down like a lollipop, I thought he was finally ready.

"Okay, bitch," he said. "I want you to try to keep your eyes open as long as possible. Is that clear?"

With the tip of his penis in my mouth, I nodded. Without warning, he began to violently push his penis all the way down my throat. He thrust hard like an animal, trying to force it into my throat as if it were a gaping vagina. I tried to relax every muscle in my body and let myself be carried away.

I looked into his eyes the whole time. I felt tears starting to fill my eyes.

Finally, it was over.

Amidst vulgar comments and laughter, they were all about to leave when my master said:

"Sissy, while my friends and I go to the bar, you can clean up this mess"—he pointed to the urine- and semen-covered floor—"but don't use my mop, which I just bought and is still clean. You'd be better off cleaning it with a sponge and your tongue."

“Yes, Master. I will do my best.”

"Now thank my friends for letting you drink their urine."

“Thank you, gentlemen. Thank you for dedicating your precious time to a useless slave like me.”

I knelt down on all fours and kissed their shoes.

They left laughing. I immediately got to work, exhausted and humiliated, but ultimately happy, because I was fulfilling my lifelong dream: to be an effeminate, submissive slave in the full-time service of black men.

After I finished cleaning and tidying up the house, I took a moment to shower, touch up my makeup, and put on some perfume, so I would be presentable when my master returned.