Black Owned Trailer Sissy

​​​​Trailer Sissy Slave

by KathyYes

Sissy lilly L. drove home from work in her small, aging car. The name "lily L." was hanging as the adornment from the dog collar she wore. This was not her legal name, but she knew it would be someday. Everyone in her home area knew her as simply "lily-ell.", a nickname that others found odd, but then she came off as eccentric to most anyway, as goth trans girls often do.

They would find her even more odd if they knew that the "L" of her name stood for "locked clit". She squirmed in her seat and felt the chastity device that she wore for her Master shift between her legs.

Lily glanced at herself in the rearview mirror. The woman looking back had long purple and black hair, dark rimmed glasses, heavy eye and lip makeup, wore a dog collar with a tag on it that said "lily L.", and a dark lacy top over modest breasts, and a "proper for work" knee length skirt. Her look was "gothic slut", which was how she always presented in public these days. It was the style Master Anthony chose for her. This showed His power, since she had always gone for a "girl next door" look before meeting and submitting to Him.

Her high heeled shoes worked the accelerator. She wore pantyhose, as Master required of her at all times, even though this was Florida. Master had a huge pantyhose fetish, so the rule was always pantyhose and heels for Master Anthony. To be caught in anything other than pantyhose would lead to unspeakable punishment. By now it never even passed lily's mind to not wear them.

She felt the snug grip between her legs of the chastity cage as she moved her legs. She was in chastity 24/7 for Master, except for special occasions and cleanings. It was a series of sturdy rings with an insert in the urethra that kept her firmly "protected" from masculine erections.

She was actually grateful that she had no choice in the matter. The cage felt so right being there, under the layer of nylon and the firmly fit cotton panties that folded her sissy clit down into place between her legs. It made her feel safe, owned, and always horny - ready to turn into an instant greedy slut at Master's word. She no longer needed to use willpower to not masturbate - that choice had been taken.

She was driving home from her latest in a string of menial jobs, as a clerk in a dollar store. She had previously worked in coffee shops and other retail stores. She had an application in to be a clerk at a sex shop, but hadn't heard back yet. There was also rumor that a man who owned an auto parts distributorship who was a kinky friend of Master's might want a receptionist, but there was no confirmation of that yet. Master would simply tell her if she ever had to work there, if his friend agreed.

Even though sissy lily worked outside the home, her life was strictly controlled. She had to report all her doings and events of the day to Master, and her commute was timed. She texted and sent pictures to Master regularly, as well as following daily tasks to remind her of her status as Master's abject slavemaid.

Master Anthony was a practitioner of an alternative lifestyle in many ways. He was a Black Man, who had been a high school teacher before becoming radicalized, first in the Black New World Order (BNWO), then as an almost "off the grid" independent lifestyler who sought financial and social total freedom for himself.

Master Anthony and his white homebound female slavewife donna usually would be waiting at home at the trailer. Working outside the home like this was part of sissy lily's contribution to the financial well being of the household. The low status of the work was part of Master Anthony's intention, but the small checks she brought home were still enough to truly be useful since the trailer was long paid off and they had no debts.

Despite living in a trailer, Master and donna were almost financially independent, but they did require lily's paycheck to supplement. So lily obediently worked in the outside world as told.

Sissy lily's current situation was an extreme departure from her past. Not that long ago, she had been living as a male, closeted tgirl/sissy. She was blessed by being truly pretty and had enjoyed flirting online with men for years. After meeting Master Anthony online and communicating with Him online for almost a year, her life changed enough to allow a trip to Florida to meet with Master and His slavewife during a vacation. During that brief trial time they found that their goals and desires meshed well. lily quit her job, moved from her northern city, and started living as a full-time girl in the trailer (their mutual desire), styled as a goth slut (Master's desire).

Master got rid of any male clothes she owned immediately. His sissy would be a full time sissy, femme and proud to be serving her Master in this way, even in public. It was not an easy transition. Even though lily mostly passed as a woman right from the start, she hadn't been out in public a lot before so had a lot to learn. People could read her sometimes, and people can be cruel. lily would often arrive at Master's home and cry at his feet, before going into her normal slave role.

Master was supportive but firm. After all, he wanted a full time sissy slave, happy in her role, to complete His household. He'd been searching for one for a long time.

Master's female slavewife donna had been injured in a work related accident, rendering her incapable of serving Master's more extreme needs and tastes. This is what lily was for. Master still loved his slavewife, and lily and donna served side by side in Master's household as slave sisters of equal lowly status.

lily turned her car into Master's driveway. It wasn't much, just a short stretch up to the door stoop of the trailer home. It was payday, and lily had been given her modest paycheck from the dollar store. She got out of the car, knelt at the door stoop, put the paycheck envelope between her lips, and rang the doorbell. There was a long pause, but lily knew better than to ring again. She could feel the stares of neighbors, whether imagined or not.

Slavewife donna opened the door, and lily crawled inside. donna was wearing a schoolgirl outfit, as Master often dressed her. The tiny skirt accentuated her plump curves, highlighting her big ass, belly, and small tits very prominently. lily noticed that donna's ass was deep pink, and had some red stripes across it. "Somebody got disciplined today," lily thought to herself.

Master was in His chair, watching TV, His back to the entrance. lily crawled to the side of His chair, facing Him, and knelt at attention, legs spread, eyes lowered, hands behind her head, with the envelope in her mouth. Master casually commanded donna to fetch Him another beer. donna minced in pink high heels to obey. Her white stockings with bows at her plump thighs were adorable. lily didn't dare move a muscle. Fifteen minutes later Master's show was over, and He finally acknowledged lily's presence.

"There you are, slave. I see you have something for me here." Master took the envelope from her teeth. It was difficult holding it this way so long without getting it all soggy, but lily found that delicately clenched teeth worked best. This let the drool roll down past the envelope to her chest once it had pooled in her mouth. Master opened it to look at the already signed over check, as was always prearranged with lily's employers.

"Good girl."

Those words always made her feel so good, a deep slavish warmth. They were also her signal of permission to kiss Master's boots in gratitude for taking her pathetic tribute. She planted passionate kisses on them, and ran her tongue over them when Master held them out. Master turned the sole upwards and lily ran her tongue flat up and down it, cleaning in total obedience.

After worshipping both of Master's boots, Master dismissed her. She crawled to her tiny room and put on her very short, ultra revealing sissy maid uniform. It was black, shiny, and tight, with a plunging neckline that highlighted her tiny but growing hormonal tits. It had a tiny, flared skirt with a flourish of white ruffles underneath that left her ass open to any of Master's touches. It had lace around the short sleeves, and lace around the neckline. It had a tiny white apron. her glasses stayed on her dresser, as Master said that maids didn't need perfect sight if they knew the home they serviced well enough, as they should. The dark pantyhose stayed on, to fulfill Master's raging pantyhose fetish. The outfit was completed with a set of 6" black spike heels.

Master had required lily to buy several maids outfits before she had moved in with Him, as part of her initiation. She remembered fondly the evenings spent modeling them for Him on her webcam from her faraway bedroom. Those days seemed so long ago, as she now lived out the dream of being in His actual service.

She stood, heels together, legs straight, fussing with the last touches of her makeup. Master preferred her in rather heavy makeup, and she had to be perfect in her presentation for Master's dinner service.

She stepped to the kitchen where wifeslave donna had prepared the food that slavemaid lily was required to dish up and prepare for presentation to Master. lily set the table for one, immaculately. Master's house may have been a humble trailer on the outside, but here on the inside Master was treated as if He lived in a mansion, and Master had two highly trained servants at His beck and call. He was a Black King in every way in His house. There were two doggie bowls on the counter. lily filled one and placed it on the floor next to Master's chair, and the other stayed on the counter for now.

Master soon walked into the room, taking donna's leash as He led her into the "dining room". lilly was on high protocol, and acted as the ultra attentive maid and server. donna heeled by Master's side on the floor, as lily pulled out the chair, and Master was seated. Then, she served her Owner His dinner. When all His food and drink were served, she set donnas bowl on the floor. donnas head sank to the bowl and her hands went to her back, her wrists held by her hands.

The happy couple ate as lily stood at attention waiting for the slightest indication of need from Him.

"Pepper this, slut."

"Yes Master."

"More juice, whore."

"Yes Master."

lily was the ultimate attentive servant and hastened to please. These curt, sharp commands really showed her place, and they made her caged clit pulse. He was casually commanding, showing her zero respect but not particularly paying her any attention either.

"It's time for my dessert, cumdump." Master uttered casually, as he pet donna's head.

"Yes Master."

lily served Him the desert that donna had made. Dessert was not for the slaves, unless it was a very special occasion. Master enjoyed His pie, then pushed back His chair and signaled donna it was time for his evening blowjob.

donna had been gifted by Master with a triple bar belled tongue piercing that formed a "V". Since she no longer worked outside the home, it didn't matter that she was able to speak clearly. Her mouth had a higher purpose now. lily was a bit jealous of the studs in donnas' tongue since they gave donna an edge in cocksucking skills that helped her make up somewhat for the delicate state that prevented harder use.

donna could only give a more delicate form of blowjob these days due to her injury, but she got Master hard and could give Him some pleasure. donna knew of lily's envy, and made a show of the studs as she raked them up and down Master's beautiful long, dark, thick shaft, trying and failing to wrap her tongue around it.

During the blowjob, lily set her own bowl on the floor, knelt down and folded her hands behind her back to eat. lily could only eat as long as donna worshipped Master's cock. Knowing she had a limited time to eat, she lapped it up as best she could while donna's tongue worked. The slavewife managed to make some nice slurping and wet smacking sounds as lily lapped at her bowl on the floor. donna did that to make her jealous, and it worked every time. Master let out a pleased groan.

Without cumming, but with a still erect cock, Master rose and lead donna on her leash to the living room. This was the cue for lily to rise and do the dishes as quickly as she could. She heard the television go on in the living room. When she finished the dishes, she quickly fixed her makeup in a mirror next to the sink, then sank to her knees at the entrance to the living room and crawled to position in her corner.

The living room had two open corners, and donna was already in hers. lily faced her corner upright on her knees, eyes lowered, hands folded behind her over her ass. Pinned to the wall was a framed print of a Black Superiority mantra that lily was trained to focus on reading over and over while seated there. donna was allowed to fully kneel, facing her own corner. Her hands were facing palm upward on her thighs, in slave resting position. She had a picture of Master's cock in front of her in her corner. Both were mercifully allowed a cushion to kneel on, unless they were being punished.

Master was enjoying his television, ignoring the waiting slaves in storage positions. They both held as still as possible, as they'd been trained. They were also a little competitive about this. They knew better than to disturb Master by twitching. It was rude, and punishable by many strokes of the cane or paddle.

Finally, Master rose and clapped His hands. "Time for some entertainment, ladies," He said.

Master dragged out a homemade device, a raised wooden and padded rail with two dildos attached. The device held identical large dildos at the height where they could be inserted into rear fuckholes. "donna, lily, get those asses here and show me what you can do." Both slaves immediately crawled from their corners to the mounted dildos. The two slaves were happy to at last get Master's attention. lily raised her skirt - not that it needed any clearance - and backed her sissypussy up onto the large dildo. lubing was not a problem as it was part of both their daily preparations. she glanced at donna doing the same, although more tenderly.

Soon, both their ass cheeks were pressed against the board, the dildos shoved up inside them up to the black rubber testes. The two slaves were side by side on the living room floor watching up at Master attentively for the signal to move. Master, seated, watched with a grin on his face.

"Ready?" Said Master.

In unison, the slaves said "Yes Master."

Master clapped his hands. "Go, cunts."

At the word "cunt", the slaves started to fuck the dildos in unison, as this was the trigger for this game. Master sat back and watched. "lily i think you needed this pretty bad today - were you turned on by some hot customers at work today?"

"i am always turned on Sir. But yes Sir, I checked out a superior Black couple at the store who were so sexy."

"And you, donna - it looks like having that vibrating egg in you all day only got you hornier. Work that ass, slut."

"Yeah Mather, it feelth tho good." donna's triple tongue piercing gave her a lisp.

Master watched with pleasure. Then, he picked up the phone. He dialed as the two slaves pounded away, starting to work up a small moist sheen in the humid Florida air, mouths open in O's, small squeals of pleasure occasionally emitting from them, a series of gentle thwapping sounds.

As had become part of the ritual during this game, Master called his mother in law. Master picked up his phone and dialed, staring at his dual humping slaves.

"This is Bob," said the male voice on the other end of the phone. Bob was donna's mother's second husband and first Master. He was her second husband, whom she'd met after donna's father had left her because he did not appreciate her increasingly kinky desires.

"Hey Bob, it's Tony. Can you put your slave on the phone tonight?"

"Sure Tony, but hold on. She's a little tied up tonight." Bob chuckled. He never grew tired of that joke.

Master Bob was a bondage/Shibari enthusiast, and their mutual interests led to their meeting and eventual marriage. Master Bob was Black, a big plus for attracting donna's mother, and was a retired intelligence service officer.

donna's mother was now his bondage slave, and Master Bob had her bound in some creative way as He usually did in the evenings, since He saw creative ropework on a curvy female body as a big stress relief for himself. Master Bob put the wireless phone headset on her, then Master Anthony heard the buckles and wet sounds of a ball gag being removed.

"Hi mom."

"Hello Master Anthony," she said. She had fully adopted the lifestyle by now, and paid her son-in-law the respect of a proper title. Always close, there was nothing they didn't share. It was she herself who had helped nudge Master Anthony to go deeper into this kink lifestyle back when He was a teacher.

"Sounds like you're entertaining Master Bob tonight again. Well I've got my 2 cunts putting on a nice show for me here too."

The conversation went on for some time. lily and donna kept up their enthusiasm for the humping unabated. lily even tried to step up her show of arousal as Master seemingly ignored them as he casually talked on the phone. Both slaves knew this was a competition to see who would be judged the most enthusiastic. There could be rewards and punishments based on their performances. Not always, but they never knew.

The conversation meandered. The slaves had a hard time following it as their asses slapped on the wooden backings of the dildos, their bodies pumping rhythmically. There was some talk about having some sort of family get together next week, and something about a new tattoo that Master Bob was planning for donna's mother. Then, goodbyes.

"You want to say hi to your daughter?" asked Master Anthony.

"Yes, please?" said mom.

Master Anthony held up the phone towards the humping slaves.

"Say hi to your mom, slut."

The sounds of humping, panting, and ass slapping was evident as donna spoke.

"H-hello mom. H-hope you are good! Everything is - is -ohhh - so good here!"

Mom managed a chuckle. "It sounds like it, dear. You keep doing what Master Anthony says and please Him! I'm just, um, hanging around trying to please Master Bob myself."

Master Anthony put the phone back to His ear again. "Be obedient, mom."

"Always, dear Master Anthony."

Once the conversation was over, Master heard the sound of Bob saying so long in the distance, and then of mom thanking her Master for allowing her to speak to her Son in Law and daughter. There was the sound of the ball gag being reinserted. Bob knew that Steve liked that, so He usually left the call open for it. Then the call ended.

Master put the phone down with a stern look on his face. He looked at donna. "You, whore, come here." With a pop, slavewife donna dislodged the phallus from her stretched anus and crawled to Master's open legs. she undid his pants, pulled out His cock, and stuck out that usefully decorated tongue. The tip touched the edge of his already nearly fully hard shaft, and she stared up into her Owner's eyes, waiting for permission. Her plump tits had fallen out of her tight white schoolgirl shirt.

"Now, whore." said Master. donna started sucking and licking His cock. lily continued pumping her pussyass with genuine enthusiasm.

Slavewife donna succeeded in hardening Master's cock, but as was usually true - she did not bring Him to orgasm. Master required more extreme actions to meet His tastes for that to happen.

He pushed donna away, rose, and uncovered another device he'd made. This one was designed for slave lily - and he called it the "facefucking stand". A large platform with a post holding up a small platform, with many buckles and straps placed around it. Master's background as a woodworker certainly showed in the quality of his devices.

"Cunt! Now." Master commanded and pointed at the stand.

lily finished her stroke, then dismounted with a pop, and crawled in her now sweaty maid uniform to the stand. she rose to her knees, a bit wobbly, eyes lowered.

"Yes Master."

Her hands were folded behind her. her clit was soggy with precum, which dripped a drop of clear sissyjuice from its metal cage. Master nudged it with his foot, collecting the sissyjuice on it.

"Ugh," Master said in mock disgust. "Clean that slime up, cunt."

lily eagerly put her face to His shoe and licked in loving gratitude. His foot touching her sissyclit had just given her the thrill of her day.

Master looked at donna as lily passionately licked His shoe. "Fetch the arm binder, bitch."

lily's heart raced as donna nodded obediently saying, "Yeth Mather".

She was allowed to walk on her feet in Master's presence when it involved expediting a direct order. She rose and stepped out of the room, returning with the custom made black leather arm binder from the storage closet.

Master motioned lily to stand in position to be locked into the facefucking stand. The arm binder went on first. Her arms were laced up securely behind her. Then, she was bent over and her head and ankles were locked in place. The stand was designed for Master to facefuck her with maximum comfort while standing, which he enjoyed. He could easily straddle her face hole, which was harnessed into place. Her head had very limited movement, and could not go backl.

Sometimes Master secured lily into this for an evening just to put her in decorative storage, so she was quite used to its confines.

donna knelt behind Master, her head lowered, in case she was needed.

"Open that fucking piss hole, toilet whore," Master kindly advised.

lily opened wide, proud to save Master the inconvenience of walking to the bathroom. The first warm urine splashed on her face, then the rest flowed neatly into her mouth. She eagerly gulped it down as fast as she could, spilling only a few drops. The urine was warm and had that familiar taste, as lily had grown expert at swallowing Master's pee. However, those few missed drops seemed to displease Master a great deal.

"Stupid fucking cunt! Can't even properly do the work a brainless toilet does!"

He slapped her face several times. This made lily drip more "down there", and gave Maser a raging erection. His full ten inches was engorged. The large vein on the left side was popping out. Mouth wide, lily knew what was coming next.

She started a mumbled, pathetically inadequate "i'm sorry Master, i - " which was cut off by the gagging/gulp sound of a cock being shoved down her throat.

Master grabbed the harness handles on either side of her head, and held his cock down there deep for a long count. When He pulled out she gasped, red faced, choking a little, before He started to deeply thrust in and out of lili's mouth with raw, aggressive, masculine, assertive passion. The room was filled with wet, sloppy gagging and gulping sounds as Master violently facefucked the helpless lily. Even though lily practiced her deep throating skills every night, this assault was never something she could fully prepare for. She knew it was the reason she was allowed to be here, and to have the honor of serving this true Black Master.

The thing about Master was that he was normally very self-controlled. He even allowed slavewife donna to basically cocktease him on and off all day with her inability to finish the job in her cock worship skills. she was basically an all-day fluffer for the job lily would finish in the evening.

So when Master let go, he really let go and went for the orgasmic kill. His primal self ripped out and lunged for the huge orgasm that his sadistic self could only get from a far more intense scene than his delicate wife could now provide. This was the animalistic side of Master.

lily felt him get harder with successive thrusts. By now she was mindless, a fuckhole desperate to breathe, and to not choke on the cock that was rapidly invading and leaving her throat. She desperately wanted this hard use, yet her body wanted air too! she finally thought she tasted a bit of precum. Master grunted and groaned and he paused, then a series of powerful thrusts, then another pause...

she could feel it building... Master's powerful load... welling up inside. Her tear filled eyes looked up at Him, begging Him to use her hard. Master's cock enlarged and throbbed, resting in her throat. Suddenly, he groaned, and withdrew, stroking it. He let loose several massive waves of cum all over lily's face, including her open mouth. She dared not swallow, but kept her mouth open with cum dripping out of it even after Master's last drops were dropped and He moved away.

He snapped His fingers - "Bitch. Now. Get your reward, bitch." He said. This was donnas signal of permission to lick her husband's cum from the face of the slavemaid, and the floor. donna's tongue lapped up the thick cum from lily's face. lily felt donnas aroused breath on her face as donnas' tongue explored every nook of her face in long, flat tongue licks, scooping up the delicious cum. Finally donna kissed lily deeply, to suck out the cum that had landed in lily's mouth. lily felt the studs as their tongues intertwined, donna made sure of that.

Master removed lily from the facefucking rack and arm binder, then ordered her to strip down to her stockings and heels, and chained her arms to the ceiling hook. Master proceeded to give lily a whipping across her back, ass, and thighs.

He started with the quirt, then a riding crop, and finished with the cane. By the end, lily was striped and sore, crying, with a desperate feeling of dedication to this man who had generously given of his time to do this to her.

She recalled seeing that donna's ass was pink and striped under her tiny schoolgirl skirt when she got home. This must be Master's slave maintenance day, lily thought.

At the end of the whipping, Master pet and soothed lily. "Good girl," said Master. "you took that so well. I'm proud of my property."

That was all she needed. lily's heart swooned, and all her pain, tears, and humiliations were worth every bit to hear these words from Master.

"Thank You Master, thank You." she said, cheerfully, slightly muffled by her fading sobs. She meant every word of it.

lily was unhooked, and told to put on a loose nightie that Master often had her wear after sessions. She was told to bring two glasses of wine to Him, and was given permission to have some water as well, from her bowl. Wine was unusual for Master, who usually preferred beer. But lily knew donna was known to like wine, when she was allowed.

The slavemaid brought the glasses of wine and bowl of water out on a tray, carefully stepping in her heels, her makeup refreshed in the kitchen mirror. she bent to offer the glasses to Master, who was on the couch now with donna curled by his side. Master took the two glasses of wine, and gave one to donna.

lily put her bowl on the floor, set the tray aside, and knelt to lap at the much needed water. She heard the happy couple clink glasses, and drink their drinks. There was the sound of a kiss.

"Footstool!" Master commanded.

lily got on her hands and knees, and Master rested his feet on her recently whipped back. Master turned on the television, as his schoolgirl dressed slave wife snuggled close to him, drink in hand.

The evening wound down from there. lily spent the next couple hours happily as a footstool, in between fetching things at Master's whim. She thought about her life, and all that had happened in the last year. She had made some big life changes, taken a chance. Everything was so completely different from her life a year ago. And she had to agree, she'd made some good life choices. Here in this moment, she couldn't imagine being more content than she was right now.