Five Year of Black and White

 

 

 

Author’s notes

 

The important parts

 

• The storytelling swaps perspective between the two main characters. When this happens, a stylized ’A’ for Ayanti or ’J’ for Jessie/Jocelyn is included in the text. Stay sharp. This is pretty experimental and may turn out to be a horrible idea, but I couldn’t really decide on follow just one of the characters :>
• This is my first erotic story ever, more may come depending on my mood and feedback.
• This story is not finished, I may or may not finish it depending on my mood.

 

The less important parts

 

The story starts out kinda slow and the intro if you want to get on with the more kinky bits, skip the intro section. My intent is to stack up the kinkyness of the story along the way. The first few chapters may seem fairly harmless but as the story progresses our two main characters will become more decadent and go to longer limits to fulfill their craving for new experiences.

 

During the fall Ayanti dommes and Jessie/Jocelyn subs.

During the springs, it’s the opposite.

 

Since i want to explore different kinks in different chapters, each chapter will have its own unique story codes. The system is taken from the one used at www.bdsmlibrary.com but I might modify it somehow if I find it lacking.

 

Thanks for reading, and don’t be shy to give me a review or two :)

 

/Naug

Five Year of Black and White

 

 

 

J • Year 6 – Summer

Interracial, Romantic, Slow

 

Most people don’t like hospitals. I’m not like most people. I sat in the waiting room at the maternity ward. An Indian family sat across the room. An older man and three children. He was rocking back and forth and talking to himself, clearly nervous and stressed. When the nurse walked into the room I didn’t notice her, but he did. He quickly stood up but sat down again in disappointment when he saw that she was walking towards me.

“I was going to be a father. Me, of all people.” I smiled to myself.

“Are you family?” the nurse asked me. “I’m her husbands sister” I replied. “She’s asking for you ma’am, follow me”. I followed her.

 

We passed through a corridor. “Our life as we knew it now comes to an end” I thought for myself. I closed my eyes.

A black girl crouching down and offering her wet sex to me. A strap on, pushing itself into a puckering ass. A pink mouth embracing a cock, her head locked to its hips for the night. Sweating from exhaustion and ecstasy. Metal in her body. A dragonfly and a pony. Loving arms embracing me. A kneeling figurine under her skirt, tonguing her.

“All gone now. No… not gone. A memory. This is our memory. This was our life.”

 

J • Six years earlier…

 

“Get out of the kitchen woman!” I said laughing, locking my arms around her belly and lifting her up, setting her down in the living room. “What’s the point of a surprise dinner if you sneak peek my every move?” I said smiling. “But I was just looking for my purse” she said and scratched the carpet with her foot with well-played innocence. “It’s in our bedroom” I said with my arms crossed, clearly not impressed by her so-so theatrics. “Oh” She smiled and hurried away. I slapped her ass when she turned away. She jumped, not expecting the quick pain. “Sadist.” She said and looked at me with even less well-played indignation. “And you like it” I said with a grin. People say that black people can’t blush. This isn’t exactly true. The only difference is that you can’t tell from looking at their cheeks, since the extra blood isn’t visible through their darker skin. Ayanti on the other hand, she always gave it away. Her whole body language shifted to shy-mode the instant the blush came along and her eyes met the floor. “Beautiful as ever, both in body and soul.” I thought to myself.

 

I returned to the kitchen.

 

* A   *

 

“Jesse Greenbough. The only man I ever loved” I thought to myself, rubbing my sore buttock. “After all, he’s my first man. Before him there was Lisa, and before her there was Amanda, and before her there was Linda. River. Kayla. All girls. I never thought myself to be bisexual before I met Jesse in that kinky club In L.A.” I sat in front of the mirror in our bedroom trying on earrings. “But he has a female soul. I’m sure of it, otherwise I would’ve never fallen so hopelessly in love with him. Well… that and the fact that he’s white.” I blushed. I had never quite gotten over my fetish for white people. It was something about the contrast of my hands on their skin that got me all lubed up. I pressed my thighs together. “But he does, he does have a female soul. He’s even admitted that when he was young he often fantasized about the notion of being a girl sexually. God, he’s so cute.” I smiled. “And he looks quite good as well. Almost no body fat, which by the way is unfair in a number of ways, and just the slightest amount of muscle so that they could be seen but never were in the way. Blondish short hair and calm blue eyes. Not to mention that his cock is nearly 8” long. I was so scared of it the first time I saw it, I hadn’t ever been with a man back then, but now. Well, I love it when he fills me up completely with it, I always feel so dirty.” I pressed my thighs together even harder, getting a bit wet down there.

 

I took a pair of simple golden round earrings and put them on. Looked at my self in the mirror. Dreadlocks weren’t really my favourite way to wear my hair, but it sure was easy. Otherwise it just looked like a giant mushroom. I took blue silk ribbon, pulled my locks together and tied them together. I looked down to my cleavage and felt satisfied. Then I looked down to my belly and my hips. “God blessed me with big boobs. Why couldn’t he have added great metabolism to that?” I sighed. When we stopped clubbing and got steady jobs, I stopped training. From there on, I’ve just grown. In the wrong direction! I stood up and shook of my thoughts, straightened my dress, stepped into my heels, checked the mascara one last time and walked out to the dining room.

 

 

* J  *

 

My hands slid over her beautiful skin, her ample breasts covered by her silk dress. Her hand was already in my crotch, massaging my stiff cock. I looked straight into her deep black eyes. My finger traced down her forehead, over her black nose down to her full lips. I let it stop at her lips and playfully, slowly pulled down her lower lip, showing her teeth and the pink inside of the lip. I kissed her, my tongue entwined in hers. She sighed and let go of my cock and locked her hands around my neck, pulling me down into the bed.

 

“I’ve never had kinkier sex then when I first met Ayanti. We tried a bit of everything, just to make sure we didn’t miss something we might’ve actually liked. We were heavy into bondage, and some S&M regularly. But a couple of years ago, something stagnated. Now we don’t even pull out a pair of cuffs any more.“ I let my hand slide up her dress, over her thigh. I grabbed her panty and slowly, slowly slid it of her pussy. I brushed her dress away so that I had full access to her crotch. Ayanti’s pussy was a thing of beauty, or at least I thought so. Biggish outer lips, covering mostly everything when she wasn’t aroused. When she got lubed up, there was subtle differences. Her outer lips grew somewhat but her inner lips grew and peeked out just a millimetre out of her outer lips. A pink slid peeking out, and parting her outer lips. Above all that, her clitoris shyly pouted out of it’s hood just above.

 

I quickly got out of my pants and laid down on top of her, taking one of her nipples in my mouth. My hand starting to fondle her lips and slowly stroking my hard warm cock on her thigh, making sure she felt the effect she had on me. She held my head and stroked her fingers through my hair. It didn’t take long before I was inside her and she had hooked her legs around my hips. It was warm and sweaty. She moaned, I moaned and suddenly the phone rang. I stopped, glaring at it. “Honey, leave it” she panted to me, and I did. But it just continued ringing. I stroked hard into her, my pelvis brushing her clit. She moaned. RRRING. The phone rang still. “What the fuck…” I grabbed the phone and quickly said “I’m fucking my girl, call me later” and hung up. Ayanti looked at me with big eyes for a second before she started to laugh. I stroked into her once more but it was apparent to me that she wasn’t going to stop anytime soon, so I stopped and held my cock inside her. “You should’ve seen the look on your face” she managed to blurt out in between laughs. It was contagious, I started smiling as well, even though I wanted to be more concerned to finish our fuck I couldn’t.

 

Chuckling I bent down and kissed her neck. I whispered into her ear “By the way… happy birthday”. “ohh… honey. With you, my birthdays are always happy” she said back to me. I took a breath to whisper something equally romantic in her ear. The phone rang again. I shuddered. I closed my eyes and focused my self, picked up the phone and said, “Yes?”

 

 

* A  *

 

He slid out of me sitting up on the bed, the phone pressed to his ear. He looked distressed. I layed my hand on his leg, “What is it Jesse? Honey?”. He hung up and looked at me, “My father is dead.”

 

 

J • About half a year later…

 

And so it began.

 

With neither of us having any living relatives and me inherited an enormous amount of money. We decided to change our lives, we both longed back to era when we visited the kinky scene once every week and explored each other every day. With the money we had we could’ve moved to Europe and bought a 200 room castle if we wished, but we settled for a secluded little house outside New Orleans. We we’re both new to the town and we’ve heard that there is a smallish but dedicated scene in the town. We got a house on a cliff looking out over a small bay. You can see the neighbouring houses, but none of them sits real close. A largish backyard with lots of trees and chances for gardening. A pool with an outlook over the sea.

 

We both quit our jobs and settled down in our house. Ayanti implanted contraceptive rods in her upper arm. We spent months to reacquaint ourselves with our kinks and fetishes while we refashioned the house to our liking. As we knew before, we we’re both switches. It turned out I was quite the crossdresser. Womans clothing could be extremely sexy and hot. Since me and Ayanti we’re both the same height (I was 5’10”, she was less than an inch shorther than me), I tried her clothes on a lot. Quite often when she was on top, she ordered me to dress up in certain ways, applying makeup and fake boobs. We actually got me to look quite like a woman at first glance. But the muscular arms, the adam’s apple and a number of other things gave it away pretty quickly. We talked a lot about transsex and kinks in general. She was into objectification when she was subbing. An object for my sexual pleasure and little else. This not only turned me on, but also made me ravenous. When I thought of her bending over and presenting her glistening sex to me, I could barely focus on anything else. Thankfully, it happened every now and then so I could blow off the steam.

 

We visited the kinky scene as well and made lots of friends there. They we’re nice likable people and it was nice to once again share common interests with more than just one person.

 

When Ayanti dommed, she was a controlling domme who enjoyed putting me through long term humiliation, and small everyday reminders that she was in charge. When I was on top, I opted more for short intense experiences of pleasure and ecstasy. I bound her and fucked her a lot. We both loved to switch, but could never really decide when to switch. It was often that we were both in a domineering mood, and got locked in a stalemate.

 

 

* A  *

 

 

And it was then that Jesse came with a solution to our problem. A solution, and a kink we’ve never tried. It was decadent and perverted and utterly magnificent, but also dangerous. “He’s either crazy, or a genius. My beautiful boy.” I thought when I looked at him. “So? What do you think?” he said eagerly. “We can’t rush into this.” I thought for myself. I shifted in my seat and looked at him. “So let me get this straight… You want us to submit to each other one semester at the time?” I asked. “Yes! Isn’t it a great idea? I mean, you’ve always liked long term domination, and you’re not exactly alien to long term submission either? My birthday is at the spring equinox and yours is at the autumnal equinox. Exactly half a year from each other.” He slid down from his chair to his knees in front of me. “Your birthday is coming up, if you want me to be in your hands 24/7 for half a year, I will offer my self to you.” He looked up at me with anticipation, hoping I would say yes. “Jesse, honey. It’s a lot of commitment. If you submit to me for six months, you will be my slave. I will own you, do you understand?” I said to him. He nodded back, still eager. “I will do with you as I will. There will be no safe word, if I want to pull your teeth out and replace them with jewelry that says ‘I lick cunt’, I will. Do you understand?” I looked seriously at him. He swallowed hard, “Yes, off course.” He took my hand, “I trust you”, he said and looked deep into my eyes. “I have to think about it…”, I said and tenderly laid my hand on his head. “You don’t have to feel any pressure about repaying it at my birthday, if it works out it works out, right?”.

 

Three weeks later at my birthday, he woke me up with the morning sun resting on our bedsheet. He gave me but one gift. I opened it and it was a leather collar with a silver plaque on. There was a text inscribed on it that said ‘Belongs to Ayanti’. I tentatively touched the collar. Feeling the leather underneath my fingers, fingering the silver plaque. He sat naked in front of me on the floor with closed eyes. “I love him, my little boy.” I thought. “But are we ready for this? Will this tear us apart? Or will it make us stronger”. I took the collar out of the box and looked at it, and then looked at him. “This is either the best or the stupidest thing I’ve ever done in my life.” I thought as I slid the collar around his neck bent forward and whispered into his ear “I love you. And now… you are mine”. The padlock clicked, as it looked the collar to his quivering body.

Five Year of Black and White

 

 

 

A • Year One – Spring

M/f, Interracial, modification, toys, BDSM, slavery, real, romantic, consensual, humiliation

 

“Is he still sleeping? Yes he is, good.”, I sneaked out of bed, slid into my bathrobe and walked away to the kitchen. “Spring equinox, Jesse’s birthday. His servitude towards me ends now… I have treasured the last six months. But do I want to submit as he did?”, I walked out to the courtyard and leaned onto the wall overlooking the sea. “His submission was genuine. Is he mad at me for what I’ve done to him? Will he pay me back if I submit? What if I don’t? Will things between us ever be the same, or will they just tense up and go back to the way they were in L.A.?”, I splashed with the pool water with my foot. One of the neighbours cats jumped up on the wall, squinting at me. I looked back at it. “What do you think?”, I said out loud. The cat yawned sleepily and laid down on one of the pedestals.

 

“But… if I don’t submit… there wont be a next year…”, that thought saddened me. I would very much like next fall to be now, to put him under the knife again and refashion his body for real this time. At a real doctor. “I wonder what he’ll do to me if I give myself to him…”, I shook my head. “What am I thinking? This is a kink I’ve never tried before. I’ve never submitted 24/7, and I can’t say I don’t like it until I’ve tried.”, I gazed back at the house. The sun was rising. It was time.

 

 

* J  *

 

 

*click* I woke up. Something felt strange, my throat. I touched my throat. “Skin, not leather…” I sat up and looked at our clock. 20 march. My birthday. “Oh… oh!” Ayanti sat on the floor next to the bed. “In honour of our agreement my love, I Ayanti Gold, submit to you for six months until the autumnal equinox, my birthday. If you wish to have me.” I looked on her and smiled wryly, “Oh do I ever wish to have you.”

 

The next couple of weeks felt weird for both of us. She cooked the food, cleaned the house, tended to the garden and served me. I called her Mistress now and then and, to her great embarrassment, she sometimes called me slave. I cut her some slack the first days.

 

She had done a number on me. My mind, my hair and my tongue were all modified, and I felt I had to repay the courtesy. So on the first day, I cut her hair. She begged me not to, but I still did. Then we went to a hairdresser who chemically straightened her hair. No more ‘mushrooms’ or dreadlocks. Just straight, pretty, black hair. After that, we went had all her hair under her neck removed via electrolysis. Permanently gone. She would never have to shave my legs again, She would never have to shave her armpits, and her pussy hair is gone, forever. About a week later I took her to a piercing shop. She looked terrified, but in we went. We had an appointment, and after a short wait the shops owner came out. An older man with large tattoos over his arms and body. “Ayanti Gold?” he said and looked at my pet. “Yep, that’s me”, she said and stood up, clearly nervous. “Let’s see what we can do about you then”, he smiled and placed his hand on her back, bringing her into the back of the shop.

 

 

* A  *

 

The needle ran through my skin, my left nipple was pierced, and just as quickly a metal rod had been inserted into it. I bit my lip hard and breathed deeply, rapidly. I looked down upon it. “My breasts we’re a largish C-cup and, as Master often described them, ‘ample’. My nipples on the other hand are quite small, and very sensitive. Definitely not intended to be run through with a n…AAaaa!” The skin around her other nipple broke and a metal rod was inserted into. The shops owner looked at me “That was nice warm up, wasn’t it?”, he said with a wicked smile. “Stick your tongue out please”. “Oh God… God!” I didn’t really have any choice but to extend my tongue. He fastened a clamp onto it and motioned for Master to hold it. I looked desperately into his eyes.

 

“Please make him stop, this hurts”, I thought. Sadly, Master never could read minds. The needle passed through my tongue and he quickly slid a barbell through it, which he fastened. Weirdly enough, it didn’t hurt much at all. I calmed down for a second until he said “All right, please take of your pants and panties miss”. I looked bewildered at Master, but he just nodded at me.

 

He pierced my left outer labia, my right outer labia, my left inner labia and my right inner labia. All of them in one sitting. Master was holding my hand and soothed me by caressing my head. Tears ran down my cheeks. “There, there little miss. Only the last one left now. He reached down and pressed back on my clit hood, making my clit peek forward. I panicked, I truly did. Master had to hold me down on the bed and talk calmly with me for a quarter of an hour. Not that I could say much back, my tongue had already started to swell from the piercing. I looked at him and shook my head, tears silently straying down my face. He took me by surprise and ran the needle through. “I’ll die…”, I thought.

 

It hurt, a lot. But not nearly as much as would’ve thought that it would. “Nerve endings are specialized miss, the ones who send pain are not the same as the ones who send pleasure” he said and patted my pubic bone with a smile.

 

He informed us that the nipple piercing and the outer labia would take quite some time to heal, months, and that touching the piercings or moving them would slow the healing. The tongue piercing would heal quicker, less than a month if lucky. In other words, masturbation wasn’t exactly going to speed up any healing. Master locked my crotch in a chastity belt made of leather and steel.

 

 

A • Train and strain

 

“You we’re never happy giving up your training, where you slave?” he asked me one morning. I looked at him quizzically. “You know, when we both got jobs, you stopped practising your…”, he made a mock guard-like stance and desperately tried to mimic one Bruce Lee’s shout, “…karate.” Slightly amused, I looked at him “No Master, I loved practicing the art. And… I’ve also grown fat due to lack of training…”, I said, my eyes hitting the floor. “Yeah, I know”, he said. Now playing with an apple. He caught flying in the air from one hand to another. He took a bite out of it and smiled at me. “Take a look at the front yard.” Curiously, I walked to the hall and looked out. Brown boxes. And lots of them. “What’s that Master?”, I asked as he walked up behind me. “Gym equipment”, he casually said biting another chew from his apple.

 

 

* J  *

 

 

I made her work out every day, hard. When she ran, I tied her wrists loosely to the running machine, making a fall both uncomfortable and painful. Some times, I faked leaving the room after switching on a 45 minute long program for her, but I was always nearby. But the look of dread on her face was priceless. As for her other training, changed her chastity belt to a jock strap belt, giving me full access to her ass. I inserted electrode ridden butt plugs into her, making it easy to punish her if she was going to slowly on the sit ups, or didn’t put her heart into the push ups. I started with a hard training program for her and tightened it up as we went along.

 

One day, a couple of weeks after training started…

 

“God that’s hot. Ok, I admit. I’m a racist, so shoot me. Black girls look better…”, my thoughts trailed of as I looked on my slave. She was doing sit ups on the yard above the pool. I had her doing sets of 100 and then one minutes rest. She was somewhere between 300 and 400 at the moment. I had a butt plug in her ass connected to an electrical unit for administering shocks to her if I wasn’t satisfied with slave’s performance. The battery was fastened on her thigh “Oh man, that sweaty body glistening in the noon sun. I think I’m gonna burst a vein in my cock.” Sweat was literally dripping from her to the stone below. Under my parasol it was about 85 °F. Needless to say, she wasn’t in the shade.

 

“Threehundredfiftythree, threehundredfiftyfour, threehundredfiftyfive…” Ayanti panted, diligently doing her sit-ups. It was important that her back never completely touched the ground, otherwise sit-ups don’t have any decent effect on the training. At first, I manually administered shocks to her ass when her back touched the ground, but I found a better way. I taped the remote control on a tile just where her shoulder meets with the ground.

 

“Threehundredsixtyseven, threehundredsixtyeight, threehundredsixtynNNAAaaiii…”, she yelped and her face contorted in surprised pain, and seconds later in disappointment. “Forgive me Master for my clumsiness”, she said with down caste eyes. “It’s all right slave. Go on.”, I said to her and lazily waved my wrist. She nodded and continued, apparently very tired. She hit 400 pretty quickly there after and collapsed on the floor, careful not to lie down on the remote. Panting heavily she looked at me from the floor, with a hint of desperation in her eyes. I usually had her do 300, and she used to be quivering after that. I looked at her with a wicked smile and said, “Up for another hundred?”. “P-p.. please Master, I can’t”, she said and crawled up to me and hugged my leg, looking up at me with her big eyes, pouting her lower lip. I looked down at her for a second. I looked away briefly. “This slave would do anything for you Master, if you would just spare her more work out, she’s so very tired.”, Ayanti said and caressed her cheek against my leg. She gasped and then looked up at me again. ”Damn her and her seductive wiles…” I looked down at her and said, “All right, I’ll let this one slip. But you owe me for this”, I said, cooking my head and looking meaning at her. “Thank you Master”, she said and bowed to kiss my feet. “Please. Let me make this up to you somehow”, she said, ready to fall over from exhaustion.

 

“Listen carefully, I’m gonna tell you this only once.”, she sat up in attention. “Go into the house. Bring me four pieces of 30 foot rope. The bag of body jewellery, a three foot silver chain, one of the small delicate ones. And a cold beer.” I looked at my watch, “you have 90 seconds. I suggest you run”. She looked at me surprised, got to her feet and ran quickly into the house. I picked up the remote and started clocking her.

 

I looked at my watch, “40 seconds left”. I could see her running about in the house. Ropes, a beer and the jewellery bag already in her hands. “20 seconds…”, I thought and smiled. “She better get moving back her soon if she’s gonna make it poolside in 20 seconds.” And then Ayanti burst out of the house, her arms spilling over with equipment. She ran up to me and stopped just before me, panting. I stopped my watch. “Here… Master… The… The things you asked for…”, she managed. I took the beer out of her hand, turned around and sat it down on the table under the parasol. Looking at my watch as I did it. I walked up to her and showed it to her. It said ‘91.4 seconds’. I lifted the remote and she cringed, readying herself for the incoming pain. I made a mock push of the button, and she cringed even further, pulling one of her legs up to her chest, whimpering. “Now the anticipation grew into a bigger torment than the punishment itself, always a lovely sight to see”, I thought, smiling to myself and pushed the button. She jumped a bit and yelped, but nothing more than that.

 

 

* A  *

 

Sweat ran down my body and left wet footprints on the stones were I’ve walked. “Hands behind your back, feet apart”, he said without looking at me, rummaging through the bag of body jewelry. I did so. He took up two pieces from the bag and closed his fist around them, and walked up to me. He took of my chastity belt and laid aside on the ground. “Fresh air on my pussy”, I sighed happily. “That feels so good.”, I looked down upon it, I havn’t seen it since he looked me in that dreadful piece four weeks ago. “My pretty pussy hair, gone. My body, refashioned by his will.” I immediately got hot, I thought of Master using me for his urges, converting my body to a tool for his sexual prowess. “I am a sex toy…” I tasted the words. It sounded alien, but not scary or wrong. We both knew I liked the idea and had liked it for a long time.

 

I could feel him fiddling with the piercings in my pussy. Carefully staying away from the unhealed outer lips. He took out one of the barbells in my inner lips and inserted a flesh tunnel instead. It’s like a short empty cylinder. The cylinder walls pressing out onto the pierced flesh, keeping it in place, and cylinder itself empty, so you could see through it. He took the silver chain and inserted it through the flesh tunnel so it ran through my inner pussy lip. I was growing more and more horny, my clit had already started to peek out of its hood. So he had no trouble fastening the end of the chain in my small clit ring. 

 

He stood up and looked me in the eye. “That beautiful boyish face…”, I could feel myself getting a bit wet. Or was it just sweat running down crotch? I felt hot anyway. “Your tongue slave”, he said with a slight smile. I extended my tongue and he replaced the stud in it with a ring, it’s circumference just enclosed the tip of my tongue. I couldn’t really close my mouth when it was there, so I uncomfortably kept it open, looking questioningly at my Master.

 

“Kneel”, he said gesturing towards a mattress he’d laid out next to the pool. I slowly sat down on my kneels, then bringing my butt to my heels, as he had taught me to sit. He took one the ropes and tied my right ankle to my right upper thigh, and did the same with my left leg. My ankles now securely pressed and locked to my sweaty buttocks. “Sit up straight slave”, he said and prodded me in the back. I immediately straightened up. He took my arms and placed them in the small of my back, tying each wrist to the other arms elbow, securing the arms together. He placed one hand on my head, pushing me forward, laying my chest down on the mattress, my face pressed toward the floor, my ass jutting up in the air, showcasing my wet pussy and sweaty body for all to see. “Ayanti, there’s no one here but Master.”, I tried to tell my self. But I still felt exposed and vulnerable. A mixture of sweat and juices dripped from my pussy down to the mattress, adding to the moist spots that already covered it.

 

He removed the battery from my thigh, disconnecting the wires to my butt plug. He then took a steady grip on the plug and steadily, but slowly, started pulling it out of me. I gasped as the thick end passed out of my ring. It had obviously been there for a while, because I could feel the wind blowing into my ass, hinting it was not completely closed. “AIIiii!”, I yelped when I felt a sudden tug on my clit. I opened my ass and saw Master squatting next to me, playfully pulling at the silver chain that was connected to my clit. “Open your mouth”, he said. He grabbed hold of my tongue ring and pulled my tongue out of my mouth. “What is he doing?”, I thought before trying to vocalize it. “Oaae ae ou…”, I tried but realised that talking was out of the option. He fastened the silver chain in my tongue ring, my tongue now connected to my clit. He tightened the chain so I had to bend my head down and extend my tongue to not pull painfully hard on my clit. I whimpered and shifted positions, trying to find what was the least painful and finally found that laying my upper body crooked the one side and pressing my head underneath it gave me the most slack.

 

In the middle of my bodily contortions I froze. The head of his cock touched my ass. “Oh, my God…”, was the only sensible thought I could produce as he pressed his cock deep inside my ass. He steadily hilted it at the first stroke, I could feel his sack hitting my pussy lips. “Uunngh…”, I moaned, feeling my insides being filled with his cock. He pulled out completely of me, and pushed it inside me again. Grunting with pleasure as he slowly inserted the entire length of his cock into my ass. His sack hit my pussy again. Now he slowly began to fuck my ass. “My body sates Master’s urges…”, I thought and closed my eyes. I could feel my clit throb. I pulled slightly at my clit with my tongue. A wave of pleasure struck over me, I cringed with my entire body. Master gripped my hips roughly to hold me in place, still fucking my ass. I started to carefully tug at my clit with my own tongue, my tongue extended out of my mouth, flickering in place. “Just like going down on a girl”, I thought to my self. “But I’m going down on myself”. I closed my eyes yet again and kept on flicking my tongue. Moaning from pleasure.

 

All of a sudden, he stuck two fingers inside me and scooped up as much pussy juice he could hold. He smooched it over my ass and his dick a couple of times and continued ramming me to the hilt. I could feel the pressure building up inside. “God… Please, do that again. Your cock, your hand, your finger, just anything! My pussy needs it so badly.”, I thought as I continuously flicked my clitchain with my tongue. The chain looping through my inner lip and tugging my clit downwards. Master grunted and shifted his footing, bending forward almost lying on me. He rested one hand on my hip and his other hand on my head, pressing my face down into the mattress. The way he so carelessly handled my body forced humiliation to spread across me, I blushed and I could feel my sex swell, pressure building up even more inside me. “Oh God… oh God-oh-God!!”, I started panting and screaming, violently thrashing about. He seized me firmly and held me in place as I came. And I came hard. I pulled on the ropes that held me in place, my legs quivering of pleasure and exhaustion. The muscles in my abdominal cramped up. I pressed my eyes shut and could see the very stars.

 

When the euphoria had faded, I realised that my upper body had straightened out on the mattress and that my clit hurt. I quickly shifted back down and let my tongue out. The pain subsided. I lay there panting, eyes closed with a smile on my face as Master sated himself on my ass. Me, still being high on the orgasm really didn’t care what he did to my body, but it felt nice being fucked. I was fulfilled. He came shortly there after inside me, pulled out, patted me on the back and said “Good girl”. I was filled with warm fuzziness. He left my tied up like that, sat down in his chair under the parasol and opened up his cold beer. “Cheers, m’love.”

 

 

* J  *

 

 

As her piercings started to heal, I took her back to the piercing shop. Partly for a check up, making sure that the aftercare was done properly, but mostly because she wasn’t done yet. Ayanti didn’t know this, and was quite dismayed when she found out. Regardless, she took itlike the good girl she is, with obedience. When the summer was over, she had five piercing in each outer lip, and three piercings in each inner lip. Her petite clit ring perpetually peeked out underneath her hood. This also means that she hadn’t been fucked in the pussy for the last six months, which seemed to frustrate her to great lengths. Still, I made sure she got to cum more than enough. Since her pussy was off limits, but I still wanted to bury my cock in something wet and warm, she got quite used to anal sex over these months. In fact, she even started to enjoy it.

 

Also, she honed her skills at fellatio, perfecting them. I used a numbing spray on her tongue, making her practice deepthroating. I could tell from her reaction that she never really liked it, but she got the hang of it. I on the other hand enjoyed laying her on the back and pushing my sack onto her face, watching how her throat flexed and shifted as my cock stroked through it. Also, cumming with her nose in my belly button was delicious indeed. I always made sure to reward her when she managed to stay calm through an entire deepthroating. She could be such a good girl.

 

Her training really paid of. She started to look more and more like the Ayanti I first met all those years ago. Her thighs and her butt tightened up, losing excess fat. Her arms became thin and strong. You could see her abs when she tensed up, forming a square pattern pointing downwards to her hairless sex. Her crotch now beset with small rings, sitting neatly in her folds. Her ample breasts had a piercing each through the base of each nipple. There she was ornamented with captive bead rings, the lower end of the ring following the rim of her nipple. Her regular hair now extended down all the way to her shoulders, straight and black. She was the epitome of beauty, just the way I made her.