She said - He said Pt. 03

My names is Larry Fischer and I worked as an office boy in a large NYC law firm. My boss, Laverna Johnson, one of the firms partners, is a big Black Woman, 6'3 inches tall, 250 lbs. She's a Black Supremacist and dominant woman. She noticed I was attracted to Black women but was too afraid to ask them out when she saw me desperately fumble and bumble attempts to ask her Black Secretary, Tina, for a date, despite the fact she had made it painfully obvious she'd say yes if asked. That convinced Ms. Johnson that I had white slave potential, so she decided to see how far I'd go.

My name is Laverna Johnson. I'm a partner at a NYC law firm and a dominant Black BBW. Men, especially white men, are inferior and need to be enslaved and controlled by a superior Black woman. I satisfied this craving by finding willing partners on S&M dating sites, While having some white man drink my piss, kiss my ass, and lick me to orgasm was physically enjoyable, there was no emotional connection. That didn't mean I couldn't love my slave, it just meant I had never found one worth the effort. I saw poor Larry trip all over himself trying to work up the nerve to ask my Secretary out on a date. She had done everything short of setting up a neon sign sayin, "I'll say yes you idiot" for the boy, but he just couldn't do it. It was obvious he was very attracted to Black women, but scared shitless of us. Just the sort of man I liked. Definite slave material. I decided to test him. I got hem to shine my shoes at the office, which he did without protest, then told him I'd buy him dinner but had some work I needed to do at home. I told him to come over and I'd order some Chinese take out. The fly walked right into my parlor, eyes wide open. He thought I was just being nice. I soon had him kissing my feet and sucking my toes. Other body parts soon followed.

My boss, Ms. Johnson was always so nice to me. When she asked me to shine her shoes so she's look sharp in court I was glad to do it. Then when she invited me to her house for dinner to say thank you it was just more proof of how nice she was. Ms. Johnson is about 10 years older than I am, but still very beautiful. She's also very big. She's 6'3 and 250 pounds. She's not sloppy fat at that height, but her breasts and ass were enormous. She was intimidating. She asked me to rub, then kiss her sore feet. I was happy to do that too, and found myself enjoying it. She had been so nice to me and somehow, kissing her feet just seemed like the right thing to do. Ms. Johnson was easy to talk to, she was able to get me to see the truth about myself, that I was attracted to Black women but afraid of them because deep down inside I understood that they were superior to me. That what I really wanted was to be a loving relationship with a Black woman in which I was her slave and she my owner. I had to admit that was true and soon found myself agreeing to be her slave... forever. That was yesterday. Today I found myself naked in her kitchen cooking her breakfast.

Larry said he could cook, so I had him make me breakfast. I can't boil water without burning it, so if he was decent he'd be doing all the cooking. Last night had been wonderful. Larry was perfect. Just the slave I had been looking for. I felt a weird connection between us. Like he had been my slave for years and knew exactly what would please me. Last night he agreed to become my property. Willingly drank my piss and licked my ass. He had used his mouth and tongue to give me several orgasms. So many I lost count. Larry had a nice cock, about nine inches. I had made good use of it too. I may be dominant, but I like a hard cock in me as much as the next girl. I even let him cum in me, something I hadn't allowed a man to do in years. Then I made him lick me clean. It also seemed like Larry's cock was always hard. That too was something I could use to control him. Crazy as it sounds, after last night I was in love with the boy and had changed my original plan of using him for a month or two before tossing him back into his office boy life. I now wanted to own him forever.

I took a shower and got dressed. I knew that Larry would be naked, and that being naked in front of me fully dressed would be intimidating. Good! That's the way things should be.

Larry was cooking me breakfast, and I admit it smelled delicious. He had set one place at the table. I liked that he hadn't just assumed he'd be eating too. That pleased me. I sat down and Larry took my plate. He returned with it full of scrambled eggs, buttered toast, and bacon. It tasted as good as it smelled.

"Larry," I said. "You didn't set a place for yourself. It's good and it pleases me that you just didn't assume you were my equal and would eat with me. As a reward, in the future, I grant you the privilege and give you permission to set a place for yourself when you cook for me.

It was just like Mistress Johnson to be so considerate and kind to me. "Thank you very much my goddess," I said.

Ms. Johnson looked at me and said, "Since you didn't set a place for yourself and I don't want you to go hungry, come kneel next to me and I'll feed you."

I got on my knees next to Ms. Johnson and she took a piece of the scrambled eggs in her fingers and put it in my mouth. It was just like her to be so kind and considerate of her property. I felt very brave, which is totally unlike me, but nevertheless I was able to bring myself to say, "My Goddess, may I ask a big favor of you?"

She arched an eyebrow. "You may ask, but I may not give you what you wish. If it annoys me, I might punish you. Are you sure you wish to ask"

Now I really was scared, but Mistress Johnson was always so nice to me and I knew she was a fair and just slave owner, so I decided to take the risk.

"My Goddess, will you grant me the favor of blessing my food with your spit."

I held my breath hoping my request didn't anger her, but she smiled and said, "Of course I will. I should have thought of that myself. Thank you for reminding me." She then put a piece of egg in the palm of her hand, spit on it, and held it out for me. I ate the egg and licked her palm clean. That was how we finished breakfast together.

After breakfast she said she had some work to do, and gave me instructions on how she wanted the kitchen cleaned as well as some general mopping, sweeping and housework she wanted done. She sat down at her computer and started doing something. I was just finishing up the chores she had given me when the printer in the corner started printing something. Ten to twelve sheets of paper were printed. Ms. Johnson went to the printer, examined the papers, took out two and handed them to me.

"Read this and sign it," she said.

I read it and saw I was petitioning the courts to legally change my name from Larry Fischer to Linda Johnson.

"Don't be scared," she said. " Have decided to marry you my beloved slave. So naturally you will take my name. Also, as my wife the name Larry just won't do. I like Linda, I think it fits you. Anyway you have no choice."

She was right about that. I had no choice. I understood that she was superior to me. I had agreed that I would be her slave. I wanted to be her slave and slaves usually were renamed by their owners. I signed the papers.

Queen Johnson led me to a small bedroom. "This is your new room," she said. "The door locks from the outside only. I can lock you in, but you can't lock me out. I have to go out for a bit. You can relax and watch TV while I'm gone. I'll be back soon.

Soon turned out to be five hours.

I hated leaving Larry alone, especially since breakfast had made me horny and I wanted his white tongue in my Black ass, but there were things that needed to be done and could only be done in person. Being a lawyer, I knew all the shortcuts and by calling in a few favors got Larry's now Linda's name change request done immediately. The poor boy didn't know it yet, but he was now legally Linda Johnson.

I got our marriage license and a judge to sign it. That would be legal as soon as the marriage was performed by someone recognized NY State to perform marriages and their signature, Linda's and mine, and two witnesses were added to the document. I knew just the people I wanted and arranged to have them come to my apartment later today. Linda was going to be Mrs. Johnson before the sun went down. He didn't know that yet either.

My next stop was at a thrift store. I bought a used wedding dress that would fit Linda. He was going to look adorable in it. Finally, I stopped at a lingerie store and bought the sluttiest lingerie they had. For the boy's wedding night naturally.

At long last I heard my Queen return. The locked door to the bedroom opened and she stepped in carrying a bunch of packages that she dumped on the bed. She came to me, swept me up in her arms, and started kissing me. My Queen is almost a foot taller than I am and outweighs me by 100 lbs. She is big and curvy while I am short and slender. I lost myself in her curves. It was heaven. Finally, she reluctantly I hoped, broke of the kiss.

"I have decided we will be married today," she announced. "Everything is ready. The paperwork needs to be signed and the ceremony performed in front of witnesses. Everything has been arranged. They will arrive in about an hour. I know this is quick, but why wait? We both want this. Don't we?"

"Yes, I want to marry you more than anything, but how did you know I was ready for it?"

"I just did," she said after a moments thought. "Don't you have the feeling that you've known me your entire life? That you just know, what I want and what will make me happy?"

"I do," I said. "I didn't know you had that feeling too."

My Ebony Mistress hugged me. "Oh yes, I feel that way. I'm starting to believe that maybe we were Mistress and slave in a former life. Or fate just picked us to be together. I know for certain that marrying you today is the right thing to do, and that it will make us both happy."

I knew she was right.

Larry, now Linda had just told me he wanted to marry me more than anything. I knew he would. He also told me he felt the same strange feeling I had of knowing each other our entire lives. I just knew he was going to be happy being my slave bride, and that I'd be happy as his Ebony husband and owner.

"Very well Linda," I said. "There are a couple of things you need to know. I got your name change request rushed through. You are now legally Linda Johnson."

I handed him a document. "That is an agreement in which you renounce your freedom and consent to being my slave. It says that for the consideration of one dollar you sell yourself to me and are my property. I will give you a dollar when you sign the document in front of witnesses."

He said, "I don't think that legal."

"I'm the lawyer, but you are right. This contract wouldn't hold up in court right now. That may change, and sooner than you might think when the new Black run government takes control. We Black supremacists are slowly converting white boys to the realization they not only deserve, but will be happier being slaves of the superior Black Race. When that day comes this contract will be legally binding in any court. Until then it is legally binding in our society. The society we and those who share our believe in Black Supremacy have with each other."

"I understand," he said, his head sweetly lowered showing humility.

The Reverend Cynthia Regal will be arriving soon. She is a Black Supremacist and dominant woman like myself. She is also authorized to perform marriages legally in NY State. She will perform the ceremony. It will be a little different than the usual ones, for one thing you're going to be the bride, but just follow the prompts and say "I do" when asked.

"I'm the bride," he asked?

"Of course," I said. You will be my submissive white wife, and I your Black Bull husband. You're going to love it."

He looked at me shyly and said bowing his head, "I think you're right."

"I got some things for you. Open the box."

Goddess Laverna told me to open the box on the bed. I did. It contained a wedding gown. She had me put it on and it fit almost perfectly, even without alterations. I guess she was pretty good at guessing sizes, or maybe an unseen hand was guiding her. She put a wig on me and applied makeup. "You look adorable," she told me.

Just then the doorbell rang. We both went to the door and she opened it. I saw two people, one a tall dark skinned Black Woman who looked a little like Queen Laverna, tall, but thin and rather muscular, and, shockingly, Ms. Johnson's secretary, Tina. The last person I expected to see.

Tina stared at me then started to giggle. "Larry? Is that you?"

Ms. Johnson broke in and said, "Larry is Linda now. Please call him that. You are here to witness our marriage."

Tina stared at me. "Marriage? You couldn't even ask me for a date and you're marrying Ms. Johnson after 24 hours?"

I could feel my face turning red, but I said, "Tina, please try to understand. I couldn't ask you for a date even though I wanted to because deep down inside I knew you were superior to me, although at the time I couldn't admit that even to myself. I just thought I was shy. Ms. Johnson made me see the truth about myself, that I was attracted to Black Women, but also afraid of them. She made It like we had known each other for years and face the fact that what I really wanted was to be a Black woman's slave. Later, I will sign and you will witness a document in which I sell myself to Ms. Johnson for the sum of one dollar, and agree to become her property."

Tina looked stunned. "If I had known that... well maybe you'd be wearing a wedding gown for me. I wouldn't mind having a white boy licking my ass or drinking my piss."

"I'm sure you would enjoy it, but not with Linda," my owner said. "We have some sort of spiritual bond. It's like we've known each other our entire lives. That's why we can marry after only 24 hours and know, beyond all doubt, that we are doing the right thing. If the fates wanted Linda to be your slave, he would have asked you out, and you would have figured out what he really wanted, what you wanted, and you'd have taken it. However, that doesn't mean you can't have your own white slave. We encourage you, and my brother and I will help you find one."

"Ahem," the dark skinned muscular woman said, "it's about time somebody paid some attention to me." She smiled sweetly at Tina, "Hi. I'm Vera, and I'd be happy to help you find a white ass licker. There are tons of them out there. Just waiting for someone like you to drag them into slavery".

My Goddess had called Vera her brother. Looking at her more closely I could see she was a TS. Mistress Johnson introduced us. "Linda, this is my brother Vera. He's a Black Transexual who just loves turning white boys who think they're straight into

faggot whores for Big Black Cock."

Vera smiled at me, "mmm he looks delicious. Are you sure you won't sell him to me Laverna?"

"Don't be greedy. You already have two white slut boys servicing you."

"Always room for one more," Vera said. "He'd be my favorite too."

Coming over to me Vera whispered in my ear, "You'd love a big black cock up your boy twat. Right?

"Enough!" Laverna said. "Let's get the slave contract signed and witnessed before Reverend Regal arrives".

My Ebony Queen held out the slave contract and asked me if I had read it. "Yes," I replied. "Do you understand it," she asked?

"Yes."

Do you agree to the terms"?

"Yes."

"Very well" she said, handing me a dollar. "Sign the document using Linda Johnson, your new legal name,"

I signed. Then she did. Then the two witnesses. It was done.

My owner snatched back the dollar. "As my slave whatever you own is now mine.

Tradition says you must now perform a service for the witnesses. Vera already had her giant cock, nearly a foot long I thought, out. "Suck it till I come bitch," she commanded. "Get on your knees and suck your first Black Cock."

In my wedding gown I put the cock into my mouth and started sucking it. It was something I had never done before, but I found it easy to do. A week ago I would have gagged and gotten sick just thinking about sucking a real cock, but today, it wasn't hard at all. It felt natural. It didn't take long. Vera's cock was huge, hot, throbbing. It tasted a bit salty. Soon, it exploded a gush of creamy cum into my mouth. I am proud to say I swallowed every precious drop. Having been made to eat my own cum, I can say Vera's tasted pretty much the same. Maybe everybody's does?

Tina came next. "What do you want Linda to do for you", Ms. Johnson asked her.

"I don't know," she stammered. "Will he kiss my ass?"

"Of course he will."

"Get too it white slave," my owner ordered.

Tina dropped her pants and pulled down her panties and I started licking up and down the crack of her ass. When I found her asshole I did the best job on it I could. I owed her that much. She started moaning..."Oh my God... I never knew... oh damn"

She then spun around and stuck her pussy in my face. "Make me cum," she cried. So I did.

Tina turned to my owners brother and asked if she could really help her find a white slave. "Of course Darling.," Vera said. "They're all natural born ass cleaners if that's what you like. I think I know just the one for you. Have you ever shit in a white man's mouth"? The two walked off and huddled in a corner. No doubt discussing the fate of some poor white guy who'd soon be eating Tina's shit. I felt happy for her.

The doorbell rang. Goddess Laverna opened the door and a stern looking Black woman of around 60 entered. It was Reverend Regal.

"Have all the preparations been made," she asked?

" Yes Reverend. Everything is ready."

"Then let's not waste time. Everyone take their positions."

My Queen told me to kneel besides her while Tina and her brother took up positions behind us. Reverend Regal took out her Bible and began to speak.

" Dearly beloved. We are gathered here to join Laverna, a superior Black Woman, to Linda, an inferior white slave, together in the bonds of marriage. The Apostle Paul wrote that wives should obey their husbands and husbands should love their wives as they love themselves. That is the word of God, but what does it mean?

It is important to remember that the Bible was not written in English. Paul's original text was written in Greek because in ancient times Greek was the language of commerce and the educated and could be read by the widest audience. It wasn't translated into English for another fifteen hundred years. The Greek words Paul used are not generally translated as husband and wife. Those words were common and well understood. Paul used different words that could best be described as 'Head of Household and Helper. More gender neutral terms as women are often the head of a household. even in ancient times. So Paul was advocating a Dominant/submissive type marriage, not marriage between equals. Marriage between equals is the Devil's idea because it inevitably leads to conflict, strife, and unhappiness. A Dominant/submissive marriage between two people who love each other is far more harmonious as one side has ceded all power to the other and obeys. There is nothing to fight about. The submissive also knows they are loved and will be treated fairly and have their needs attended. That is God's plan for marriage. It is the type of marriage Laverna and Linda are about to enter."

Turning to Laverna, Reverend Regal asked, "Laverna, do you understand the wedding contract you are about to enter? Understand your rights and obligations? Do you enter of your own free will?

"I do" my Queen answered.

"Laverna, do you promise to love Linda with your entire heart and soul?

"I do."

Laverna, do you promise to respect Linda for surrendering himself to you. Promise to care for him in sickness and in health and see that he has everything he truly needs.

"I do."

"Laverna, do you promise to give Linda the guidance and control he needs and desires. Promise to give his life the structure and direction he wants by making your will known so he can obey? Promise to be a fair and just husband who uses her power and control to benefit you both?

"I do.""

Then turning to me, she asked. "Linda, do you understand the wedding contract you are about to enter? Do you understand your obligations and that you have no rights under it? Only privileges that Laverna can revoke at any time for any reason.

Do you enter this contract of your own free will?

"I do."

Linda, to you promise to love Laverna with your entire mind, heart and soul?

"I do."

Do you promise to tend to her needs both physical and emotional. Accept her power and authority over you in all things willingly and without question?

"I do."

"Linda, do you promise to obey Laverna without hesitation. Do your honest best to please her and submit to her authority without resentment or strife? Do you promise to be a submissive wife who serves his husband?

"I do."

Reverend Regal held up her hands and looked upward. "Then by the power invested in me by God and the State of NY, I pronounce you Black Master female Husband and White Submissive male wife. Linda, you may kiss your Husband.

My Black Goddess then dropped her pants and presented her ass to me, which I kissed joyfully, happily, and lovingly.

Reverend Regal then asked, "Are you ready for the final step", she asked?

"Yes," my owner answered, " I am."

"Final step," I asked looking puzzled. "What final step?"

"I must Deflower you in front of witnesses."

"Deflower me?"

"An old term meaning take your virginity."

"But I'm not a virgin,"

"You are in the way I am going to take you, but it doesn't really matter if you are a real virgin. It's symbolic and needs to be witnessed."

"Oh," I said weakly. Finally understand what she was talking about.

She led me into the bedroom, followed by the wedding party. My owner removed my wedding gown and panties and I understood that what was about to happen was the proof that I was ready to surrender completely to my goddess.

Ms. Johnson then stripped naked and strapped on a dildo that looked to be about seven inches long. She whispered in my ear.

"Sorry. When I pop a mans cherry for the first time I usually use a smaller cock, but this is the smallest one they'd allow. I will be as gentle as possible, but there will be pain. Sorry."

"I'll try not to embarrass you. Is it okay if I need to scream or cry when you fuck me?"

"Oh yes, you're allowed. They'd prefer it if you do."

She then put me on the bed and put a lot of lube up my ass, and all over her dick.

She carefully positioned me face down my ass in the air held up by pillows. Kneeling on the bed she pressed the tip of her dick against my asshole and let it sit there for several seconds. then I felt her starting to push.

I could feel the Black invader pushing against my defenses and tightened up.

She seemed to expect that, and said, "Relax. Take a deep breath and relax. It will hurt at first. That's true, but I promise the pain will fade and you'll feel a new kind of pleasure you've never felt before."

She started pushing again and I tried to relax. It was hard and I was still trying to keep the Black monster out when she gave a quick hard shove.

"Aaaagh," I shouted incoherently as my defenses were breached.

"The head is in," She said. That's the hardest part. I'm just going to keep it there and let you get used to feeling a cock inside your boy twat."

I did relax and did get used to the feeling of having my asshole stretched. Then, she started pushing again. "Time to get fucked", she said.

She pushed harder and the head made its way in deeper. stretching areas that had never been stretched before, and it did hurt. I bit the pillow and gave out gasps of pain. I'm pretty sure I was crying, and I know I was giving out yelps of pain.

"In balls deep," she announced, and I heard clicks and saw flashes of light. Somebody was taking pictures. She stayed motionless and let me get used to being filled by a big black cock. Then she started to withdraw.

As her cock pulled back my ass closed up behind it, so when she pushed in again it had to force me back open. That hurt too, but not quite as much as the first time. She withdrew again, and then started a gentle in and out fucking motion. Each time she pushed in, it hurt. I am pretty sure I was crying and I know occasionally giving yelps of pain. It was awful, but I wanted my goddess to know my body was hers.

Then, the pain lessened. Each thrust hurt less than the one before. An odd feeling replaced the pain, slowly but steadily. It was pleasant, like a mini orgasm with each stroke. I became more aware of my surroundings. I noticed Vera filming the whole thing with her phone. Then I became aware that my body on its own was moving my ass backwards to meet each stroke. In effect making them faster and harder.

"Do you want to be fucked harder white bitch," my Black goddess asked?

"Yes, please."

Dear God, I had just asked my husband to fuck me harder. If that made me a slut, I didn't care. All I cared about was the pleasure her big black cock was giving me.

My cock had grown hard at some point during my being fucked. I could feel her hand stroking it while she shoved her dick in and out of my boy twat. Soon, I shot my load. I had reached orgasm while being fucked up the ass. I should have been ashamed, but I was proud. I had given my body to my owner in the most intimate way, and I was proud I was able to do it.

Laverna took off her cock, turned me so I was face up, and sat on my face. She was dripping wet and soon had an orgasm herself, then another as I continued licking her. Finally, we both collapsed in each others arms. Exhausted.

Reverend Regal motioned for the wedding party to leave, as she turned to go she said, "Congratulations. I'm sure you will both be happy." Then, she left.

We both drifted off to sleep.

To be continued