Black Domme Pt. 02

This is the second part in a story about the sexual journey of a strong mature black woman as she becomes a domme to an older white man. This tale unabashedly touches on racial tropes and stereotypes along the way. If this subject matter is not to your taste, please move on to another story better suited to your personal kinks.

Comments and constructive feedback are always appreciated.

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Black Domme: Pt. 02

"Everything's set. Friday night at my house," Regina announced with a gap-toothed grin as she sat down in my office and closed the door.

"What do you mean everything is set?" I questioned.

"I told you I'd find you a sub," she proudly bragged.

I looked around, nervous to talk about this subject at work.

"Give me a break, Kenesha." Regina laughed, sensing my hesitation. "You're not getting cold feet on me now, are you?"

"Where you do find someone in two days," I exclaimed, thinking how it'd only been a few days since I'd visited her house and met her submissive, Little Stephen.

Even though I'd agreed to meeting a submissive, I was still warming up to the idea of actually going through with everything.

"I told you. There's plenty of lonely older white men looking to serve a Nubian Queen," she reminded me.

"How do you know he ain't some freak or serial killer or something?" I fretted.

Regina raised an eyebrow. "As if you ain't a freak yourself. Ain't you looking for a man to eat your pussy?" she reminded me.

"Hush," I cried, worried that someone might overhear our explicit conversation.

"Girl, you really are high strung. You need to get that pussy eaten so you can relax some."

"Jesus, Regina," I muttered. "Do you know anything about the guy? I mean, what if he's a serial killer or stalker or something. I ain't trying to end up on some episode of Dateline."

"When you find out who he is, I think you'll see, that ain't even a concern," she replied with confidence.

I looked at her quizzically. "What if he ain't discreet. I don't need everybody knowing my business."

"Trust me," she reassured me. "Discretion is his biggest concern. He don't want the whole town knowing his business either."

"You sure he ain't hard up for money," I whined.

"He just wants a Queen to serve, not a sugar mama," Regina insisted.

"You sure he ain't married?" I asked, still deeply skeptical.

Regina just shook her head in disappointment. "Do you think I'd steer you wrong, sister? Look, I'll send you his social media profiles. You can judge for yourself."

I just shook my head back at her. "So he looks good on the surface?" I pointed out. "What if he's all rotten inside?"

"That's why you're meeting him on Friday night at a party at my house with plenty of other folks there," she pointed out. " You two can get to know each other and see if you're a good fit. It's just like meeting any other man for the first time."

I huffed, but I knew she was right. "I guess I can give it a try," I finally relented, all out of excuses.

"That's my, girl," Regina said as she clapped her hands in excitement.

"How do I even dress for Friday night?" I asked.

Regina's eyes glimmered. "You're a domme, an ebony Queen. Dress like it. Wear something tight that shows your cleavage. You've got large breasts. What are you, a D cup?"

I nodded my head.

"You're built like me," she continued. "Big top and big bottom. Them white boys like us curvy fat bottomed girls. So don't be afraid to flaunt it. You want to look good for him. Sexy but not slutty. Alluring but not cheap."

I took a deep breath. Nervous butterflies fluttered in my stomach. I worried about making a good impression on him, although that seemed a funny thing to say about someone who would be my submissive.

"One last question," I said, although my mind was awash in thoughts. "What's his name?"

Regina flashed her gap-toothed grin again. "Tim," she answered. "But he's a sub, so maybe you can call him Tiny Tim."

*****

I nervously stood at Regina's doorstep a few days later on Friday night. I fretted all week over how to dress for tonight and ended up buying an outfit online just for this occasion. So now I stood wearing an all black ensemble with a pleated leather skirt reaching just above my knees. I wore black thigh high stockings on my thick thighs and black pumps with three inch heels, which raised me up from my normal 5'7" height up to 5'10". I wore a tight leather tube top that was probably a size too small for my D cup tits, so my boobs were almost spilling out, and the top barely even covered my areolas, but they left a LOT of cleavage on display.

I was shocked when I studied the public social media profiles that Regina had sent me for Tim. He was the town police chief, and I couldn't reconcile the pictures of him in his uniform, standing proud as the local symbol of law and order, as the protector of our community, with the idea of his as my submissive.

I had nothing else to compare him to except Regina's sub, Little Stephen, but Tim was a similar 50 something age with greying, receding hair and a soft middle. But I couldn't imagine him completely naked save for a bow tie like Little Stephen was dressed when I first met him.

I realized you never really knew what secrets someone was hiding, but I would've never guessed that someone like Tim was a submissive given his professional headshot photos. Then again, I never imagined myself as a domme taking on a white submissive, so maybe I just needed to stop stereotyping people, myself included.

"Kenesha!" Regina beamed when she answered the door and gave me a hug. "Come on in and join the party."

I took a deep breath as I crossed the threshold into her home. She led me to her living room where two other black women were deep in conversation.

"Ladies, this is my friend, Kenesha. She's an ebony Queen, just like us," Regina introduced me. "And Kenesha, this is Toni and Malika."

Both women were close to my age with a similarly thick build. We were all full-figured women, at least late 40's in age. Toni was maybe a few inches shorter, even with three-inch heels on, and lighter skinned with freckles on her face, blonde streaks in her hair, and a little black dress that hugged her ample curves. Malika was the same height as me with her three-inch heels, but her hair was dyed blue, and she wore skintight black leather pants that looked painted on her body and an equally tight black leather top that accentuated every curve.

They were friendly and personally introduced themselves and gave me a hug, even though I'd just met them.

"Welcome to the club," Malika commented with a warm smile. She reached over, poured a glass of wine, and offered it to me. "How about a toast?"

Regina and Toni already had glasses and raised them up as well.

"To ebony Queens, and the newest Queen in our sisterhood," Malika proposed.

We clinked glasses and took a swallow.

"So, where are the... men?" I asked, still feeling it too demeaning to call them subs.

"Oh, they're in the kitchen preparing dinner," Regina answered.

Toni grabbed my arm. "Come on, I'll show you. Besides there's a new one I think you might be mighty interested in."

She led me to the kitchen, and I was shocked by the sight of four older white men all wearing nothing but panties. One of them also wore stockings.

I recognized Little Stephen, and he gave me a small wave.

"It seems you already know Regina's sub, Little Stephen," Toni observed. "The one with the stockings is my sub, Herman. And this one," she continued, pointing to the man standing by the sink," is Malika's sub, Petey. And this last one is - "

"Tim, Tiny Tim," I interjected breathlessly after recognizing his face from his social media profiles. Judging by the timid look on his face, he was just as nervous as I was.

"Well, it seems you're already acquainted," Toni laughed. "But the subs are still working. Why don't we let them finish up their job, and we'll go back and relax with the other Queens until the meal is ready."

I almost protested but then thought better of it. I barely even knew the first thing about Tiny Tim, and I didn't even know how to start a conversation with a man who wanted to be my sub, so I gave him a small wave and followed Malika back to the living room.

Regina handed Malika and me another glass of wine when we entered. Evidently the spirits flowed freely at these parties.

"To ebony Queens," she said as she raised her glass in toast. "And enjoying the finer things in life."

Our glasses clinked, and I took a sip of the merlot.

"I never thought of myself as a Queen," I admitted.

"You know, your name means great leader or royal obligation," Toni informed me.

I looked at her quizzically, never realizing my own name's origins before that moment.

"That's right, sister," Malika affirmed. "Just like Toni means priceless or invaluable, and what is a Queen, if not that."

"And Regina means Queen in latin," I realized.

"As does Malika, but of Arabic origin," Regina added. "So it was pre-ordained as our birthright, by our birthnames, that we should be Queens, so let the prophecy be fulfilled," she gleefully declared as she downed another glass of wine.

"So... are there plans for tonight?" I asked, thinking back to my first encounter when I first met Little Stephen and he ended up giving cunnilingus to Regina and myself while we ate dinner. "I don't even know what to expect."

"The subs are preparing dinner right now, as you saw," Toni explained. "And they'll call us when dinner is ready to be served."

"Till then, we can relax and enjoy each other's company," Malika added.

"You look anxious," Regina observed as she eyed me.

"I just - this is all so new to me," I stammered.

"It's new for Tiny Tim, as well," she replied, then a thought seemed to strike her. "We paired you up almost like a blind date, and here we are keeping you and him separated from each other. It must seem kind of cruel. I bet you're both dying to get to know one another."

I vigorously nodded my head, relieved that she noticed my anxiety.

"How about I pull him aside, and you two can hang out in the den for a while, so you can get better introduced and talk everything over."

"I - I'd like that," I answered thankfully.

Regina gestured down the hall. "Why don't you wait in there, and I'll bring him to you."

"Thank you," I mouthed, grateful for her understanding.

I made my way to the den and stood awkwardly with my mind abuzz. I thought about taking a seat, but then I remembered I was supposed to be dominant and figured I should stand up. Should I talk sternly to him straight off to establish my dominance? Should I just try to have a normal conversation with him. I was so confused how to even act.

"And here is your Queen, Queen Kenesha, waiting for you," Regina remarked as she led Tiny Tim into the den before turning to leave and closing the door behind her.

An awkward silence suddenly filled the room as we stared at each other. My hands were shaking, and my heart was racing.

"So, tell me about yourself," I finally spoke. "What kind of relationship are you looking for, Tim?"

He took a seat, although I remained standing. I wondered if he did it on purpose as a sign of submission or if he just wanted to be off his feet.

"You can just call me Tiny Tim," he said softly. "It helps me dissociate from all this."

"Are you ashamed of it?" I asked. "You know, I won't force you to do anything you don't want."

"Do you know who I am?" he asked, looking away, seemingly unable to face me.

I nodded my head. His social media profiles identified him as the town chief of police, and I realized afterward I had seen him numerous times on the local news over the years.

"I do," I admitted.

"Then I trust you understand that my situation is... delicate."

I chuckled. "It's something anyway."

"I'm serious. I've been wanting to try an alternative lifestyle for years, but you can imagine how it would ruin my career if word ever got out."

"J Edgar Hoover was rumored to be a gay crossdresser, but he was head of the FBI," I pointed out.

"And that was long before the digital age when he could squash the press," he answered. "Now rumors proliferate across social media in the blink of an eye. But Hoover ran a tight ship and controlled the media in ways no longer practical, not to mention that he also kept illegal secret files on citizens, holding the dirty secrets he uncovered over his enemy's heads to keep them in line. I don't operate like that. I'm honest. I just don't need my private life splashed across the front page of our local paper or the six o'clock news."

His face was deadly serious, and I wiped the smile from my face.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make light of it," I apologized. "I know it may not seem as serious, but I don't need my private life getting out into the public also. I spent a lot of time building my career to be taken seriously as a professional black woman. If it got out that I'm involved in some kinky sex practices, even as a black domme, that would instantly color how everybody sees me. Black women are historically oversexualized, just like black men, and I don't need that baggage and drama in my life."

Tiny Tim seemed satisfied by my response and gave me a small, eager grin. "I'm glad we have an understanding. And I like hearing that you're a black domme."

"So this is your first time in this kind of relationship?" I asked.

"Yes," he admitted. "I was married for 25 years in a traditional marriage. She was white, my high school sweetheart, although we couldn't have children. Anyway, we grew apart over time and eventually divorced five years ago. She moved away to be closer to her sister, and now I'm 55 years old and wondering what I want to do with the rest of my life."

"And you decided you wanted to spend the rest of your life as a submissive?" I questioned, but my heart felt for him. He was so genuine, wearing his heart on his sleeve.

"Like I mentioned, my ex was my high school sweetheart, so I never really dated around," he explained. "I tried dating a few women, but I just didn't feel a spark. I wanted something wilder, something different, something more - I don't know. Besides, some of the boys in the force were riding me about my dating life."

"What business of theirs is it?" I asked.

"Turns out I unwittingly went on a date with one of the mothers of a recent academy graduate," he chuckled. "The boys still tease me about that one. And they give the poor kid hell that the chief dated his mom, that he needed to call me daddy."

I couldn't suppress a giggle.

"And that was more or less an innocent mix up," Tiny Tim continued. "But imagine how it'd be if it got out that I was s submissive? I'm seen as the symbol of law and order for our town, as the man responsible for keeping our streets safe and putting the bad guys behind bars. Imagine how all the inmates at the pen would talk about me if they could see me now dressed in nothing but a pair of panties. I could never live it down."

"Yet not only do you seek out a domme, but you specifically sought a black domme?" I questioned.

Tiny Tim bowed his head again.

"Almost half the men we arrest are black. And if I'm submissive to a black woman... " he said, his voice trailing off. "I can't explain it, but it just feels more taboo, like I'm playing with fire, and it just turns me on that much more."

"So what do you want from a domme?" I asked. "I feel you should know that I'm new to this myself."

He smiled when I told him that. "Maybe we can both learn the lifestyle together. I just showed up here today not having any idea what to even expect." Then he sheepishly looked down at the panties he wore. "Queen Regina gave me a pair of her panties to wear so I could fit in with the other subs."

My eyes followed his and spied his cock throbbing inside my friend's panties. Then an impulsive thought struck me, and I reached my hand up my skirt. My fingers grabbed the edges of my panties and pulled them down my legs.

I slid them off and then held them up, offering them to Tiny Tim.

"Perhaps you'd like to wear mine instead," I proposed.

They weren't anything fancy, just nylon hipsters. Nevertheless, his eyes lit up as he stared at them. And then I noticed the wet spot on my panties, and I could have died in that moment as I stood there holding them up, as if I was showing off my arousal to him.

But he swallowed hard and gratefully took my panties from me, carefully lying them to the side as if they were a prized possession. Then he stood up and slid Regina's panties off, and his cock sprung free. He was hard, and I instinctively licked my lips, even though he wasn't as large as the black men I was used to. I caught myself with my mouth hanging open, imagining taking him between my lips, and then I looked at his face, embarrassed for myself and wondering if he had any idea I was already intimately fantasizing over him.

"I'm not... I don't have big dick energy, as some of the guys on my squad call it" he stammered apologetically.

I just smiled back, not even knowing how to respond.

After he pulled on my panties, his hardness pressed against my wetness, and he sat back down on the seat, but the moment felt momentous, as if I'd taken the first step in claiming him as my sub.

"It's okay. I think we're both figuring this out as we go along," he remarked, picking up where he'd left off earlier. "But you're kind. You're not sadistic. I appreciate that. But I am willing to listen, to be your little bitch. To serve you. Any way you want, any time you want. I mean, if you'll have me."

I studied him for a moment. He sat before me wearing nothing but my panties. It was hard to reconcile the fact that my town's chief law officer sat before me wanting to be my slave.

I could appreciate the threat this lifestyle represented to him, though. He was better looking than I anticipated. He stood 5'10' and about 200 pounds. He was 50 something with thinning greying hair combed over. Nevertheless, he was in good shape for a man his age. His middle was soft, but he didn't have a beer belly.

His grey eyes were honest and earnest, and his face was a touch rugged, portraying a sense of experience and reliability. I could see how he rose to the rank of police chief.

He was decent and well spoken. I had prepared myself for a purely physical relationship, but his intelligence and kindness enamored me. He was more than just an anonymous sub to use for my personal pleasure, but someone deserving of my respect and care as a domme.

"I'm putting my trust in you," he added. "I'm not into scat games. And I don't mind mild pain as long as there's no blood. And I can't have marks in visible places that I'd have to explain at work."

"I'm a bit of a neat freak myself," I admitted. "To be honest, I'd want to have nothing to do with you if you'd been pissed on. And I can't stand pain myself."

"But I don't mind being tied up and restrained," he clarified. "I don't mind you embarrassing me, making me walk around naked while you're fully clothed. You can put a collar on me and lead me by a leash. I'll crawl on my knees to you. I'll go down on you as needed. Give you massages. I'd pleasure you anyway you'd allow."

I smiled as he laid out his submissive desires, and I realized in turn I needed to establish my dominance in our relationship. "You do realize ours would not be an exclusive relationship. Regina has black bulls she regularly sleeps with."

Tiny Tim nodded his head as he began taking deeper, more measured breaths. "I told you - the humiliation turns me on."

"Even if I make you prepare the bulls for me," I challenged him. "Or if I make you clean off the bull and myself afterward?"

He paused, initially taken aback, but he quickly composed himself. "Yes, I am yours to do with as you please," he replied as he swallowed hard, but the bulge in his panties grew.

I smirked as I glanced down at his crotch. Then I eyed his face, wondering how far I could push things.

"Little Stephen lives with Regina," I remarked.

"I'd be willing to move in with you," he said, beginning to sound desperate. "I don't have kids or a wife. I have my own place, which I'd keep. Are there any other conditions I should know about?"

Now it was my turn to contemplate. I scratched my chin as I gathered my thoughts.

"Just to be clear, I have my own money. You obviously have your own life and money, and I'm not looking for a sugar daddy, just like I trust you're not looking for a sugar mama."

"I appreciate that," he said gratefully. "And no, I'm not."

"I was hoping I might take you home with me tonight, and we could give it a trial run this weekend and see how things go," I added.

Tiny Tim's face brightened in excitement.

"Thank you, ma'am, I mean, Queen," he replied, quickly correcting himself. "You won't regret it."

"Dinner is almost ready," Regina announced as she stuck her head in the room. "Tiny Tim, why don't you join the other subs in serving the dishes."

"Yes, ma'am," Tiny Tim replied, springing to his feet and marching off to the kitchen.

Regina waited until he was out of earshot. "I'm jealous. You've got yourself a lawman."

"I know. It's crazy, right? I feel a certain responsibility to protect him," I admitted. "He's risking a lot entering a relationship like this."

"Makes the possibilities all the more enticing though, don't you think?" she teased me. "Imagine lording that over him."

I took a deep breath, still struggling to process everything as I slowly nodded my head. "It's a turn on for him," I answered. "And for me as well."

Regina smiled. "Kenesha, come on. Let's join the other Queens in the dining room," she offered. "The real fun is about to begin."

*****

My head was still spinning as we joined the rest of the Queens at the dining room table. The subs served a veritable smorgasbord of savory meats and delectable dishes fit for a royal feast, and they proceeded to fill our plates and pour us glasses of wine. The breads were warm and the butter was soft as we filled our palates.

The conversation flowed with lighthearted and jovial banter peppered with thick doses of ribald teasing of the subs.

"Which sub do you think eats pussy the best?" Toni wondered.

"I'm wondering which one will produce the most milk?" Malika pondered.

"Milk?" I questioned.

"Cum, to state it more crudely," Regina explained, which made me blush and all the other Queens laugh.

The subs stood close by at attention, always ready to refill our plates and glasses, still practically naked with pronounced bulges in their panties.

"In chess, the kings can move one space at a time," Regina said, raising her glass for the dinner toast while quoting the Ava Max song. "But Queens are free to go wherever they like. You get too close, you'll get a royalty high, so breathe it in to feel alive."

Our glasses clinked, and I took a gulp, feeling as if I'd been initiated into a ritualistic secret society.

After dinner, the Queens rested in the living room while the subs cleared the dishes before joining us.

"Have our subs been good little boys?" Regina asked as they returned, to which they all nodded their heads while trying to hide their grins as they anticipated a reward for their efforts.

She smiled slyly. "Well, then maybe you deserve a little treat."

My eyes remained fixed on Tiny Tim, studying his every movement. He was obviously new like me to this whole perverse world, but he gamely followed along, eagerly taking it all in.

Then Regina handed a silk scarf to each Queen.

"Go ahead and blindfold your sub," she instructed. "And then we'll play a little game that should be fun for everyone."

She instructed the subs to lie down flat on the carpet in a row while we applied the blindfolds.

I knelt down next to Tiny Tim and lifted his head onto my lap. I touched him for the first time as I brushed the hair on his head to the side. He smiled back at me, and I suddenly felt the weight of the trust he was placing in me. He was like a loyal pet, trusting me to take care of him, and I couldn't help caressing him with fond reassurance. Then as I glanced down, I saw his cock throbbing once again in my panties.

"Tiny Tim, did you change panties?" Regina observed.

"Yes, ma'am," he answered almost gleefully.

Then Regina's eyes darted to me, and I couldn't suppress an embarrassed grin, which made her smile.

"Well, just make sure you return my panties to me before you leave tonight. I won't have you keeping them like some kind of perverse trophy," she sternly warned him.

"Yes, ma'am," he answered solemnly this time.

I applied the blindfold to Tiny Tim, ensuring it was cinched tightly enough to stay in place without being painful.

Then I followed the lead of the other Queens as I placed his head down and stood up, leaving him lying flat on the ground.

"Now Queens, let's go ahead and take off our bottoms. And those of us still wearing panties, remove those as well," she instructed as she glared at me with a teasing gaze.

I again followed the lead of the other Queens as I took off my skirt. I was hesitant at first, feeling self-conscious to strip naked in a roomful of women and blindfolded men, but Regina, Toni, and Malika acted as it was a normal occurrence, and I felt the pressure to conform.

Soon I stood there completely bottomless save for my thigh high stockings and heels as I took deep breaths, trying to contain my breathing and control my nerves. I thought back to Regina's message to me when I was at my lowest, how I couldn't keep doing the same thing and expecting different results. All I could think was if this wasn't different, then I didn't know what was.

"Great minds think alike," Malika remarked as we stood there all wearing stockings and heels.

Toni hiked her dress up to her waist, and it hugged her curves so tightly, it easily stayed bunched up there. Meanwhile, Malika had completely pulled off her tight leather pants, while Regina had pulled off her dress, leaving only a bra covering her large bosom.

"All the better for this game," Regina added. "Now you subbies, we're all going to take turns sitting on your face for two minutes each while you pleasure us orally. And no jerking yourself off during this time. Your focus is on the Queen and nothing else. Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," they replied in barely concealed glee.

Regina continued, "Then after you've had a turn with each of us, each of you will attempt to guess the order we sat on your face. Any sub that correctly guesses the exact order of all four Queens gets a special treat."

The subs murmured in excitement.

Then Regina smiled as she turned to us. "That's why I said it was all the better for this game that we're all dressed similarly, even if it was happenstance. We're all similar builds, and if we're all wearing nylons, and I can see we're also all shaved, it makes it all the harder for them to find an identifying trait."

"Unless they know how our pussy taste," Toni laughed.

"Exactly," Malika agreed. "And we about to find that out."

"I don't think I need to tell you, but the quieter we remain, the harder it is for them since they might recognize our voices, but of course, sometimes you just can't help it."

"It's like if you lose, you still win," Toni joked, and we all laughed along with her.

"Alright, let the games begin," Regina declared.

Then she proceeded to direct each of us to a sub. I was assigned to Herman and followed the other ladies' lead in stepping over my assigned sub.

I suddenly felt self-conscious as I straddled his body. Even though he was blindfolded, he faced me, and his eyes would've had an unobstructed view of my most private area if they weren't covered. And then a drop of my arousal dripped down on his lips. I was almost horrified, but he eagerly opened his mouth and licked it off, savoring my taste on his tongue.

I looked across at the other Queens, and they had already lowered themselves down fully on their subs. Regina silently motioned for me to get down, and I took a deep breath before lowering myself down to my knees.

I stood there on my knees for a second and took another deep breath. I saw how the other women braced themselves on top of their subs. Regina and Toni leaned forward and their outstretched arms reached to the ground while Malika held onto a nearby table.

I didn't have a nearby inanimate object, so I opted to stretch my arms down in front of my knees. Then I closed my eyes as I slowly lowered myself the rest of the way down.

It felt like an eternity. I might've wondered if he hadn't slipped out from under me, but my ankles pressed against his arms and shoulders as I used his body to steady myself.

Then I felt his breath against my nether region, the warmth of his exhale running over my taint.

I looked down briefly, just long enough to see another drop of arousal drip down onto his waiting lips. His tongue desperately flicked out, searching out for me. And then I lowered myself down onto him, feeling him make contact.

Herman's tongue lightly flitted against my swollen labia as I couldn't suppress a sigh. When my eyes opened again, Regina glared at me with a grin, and I couldn't help feeling embarrassed, but then she threw me a wink as she sank down harder on her sub's face.

Then Herman's fingers touched my sex, spreading my lips, whereupon his tongue licked against my pink flesh, tasting the juices rolling right off me. He loudly sucked against me, practically slurping as he drank in my juices and inhaled my arousal.

Having a man devote such attention to me was intoxicating, and I felt almost drunk, my head woozy from the rush of endorphins and blood flow.

The other Queens were in a similarly excited state, although they appeared more relaxed, more uninhibited, whereas I still felt self-conscious getting my pussy eaten out in a roomful of people, even if they were all engaged in the same act.

I struggled to keep quiet as Herman's tongue and fingers worked magic on me. I wasn't sure how much longer I could suppress myself, and then Regina's cell phone beeped. I didn't realize she had set a timer, but she turned around and motioned for us to rotate as she climbed off her own sub and reset the timer.

I peeked back at Herman and saw his face coated in a layer of my juices as he literally licked me off his lips. Petey was next up for me, and he was similarly licking Toni's juices off his lips.

"Jesus," I muttered under my breath.

Herman had only licked me for a few minutes and already had me close to climax. I didn't know how I could survive going through another three subs without giving myself away.

Nevertheless, I climbed on top of Petey, standing on all fours above him. Before I went to lower myself onto his face, I peered down at the bulge obscenely protruding from his panties, and I couldn't help salivating, wanting to take him in my mouth.

I was so horny, I just wanted sex. Then I lowered myself down on him, desperate to feel his tongue and fingers against me. I only hoped he was half as talented as Herman had proven. I was already jealous of Malika, if she regularly received such attention.

Then Petey's tongue pressed against my mound, and I let out a silent moan, feeling like my arousal had been instantly amped up to a near climactic state.

I hung my head down as he fingered me while his lips sucked on my clitoris, shaking my head in disbelief as he expertly worked me. He obviously knew his way around a woman's body, and the next thing I knew, his digits activated a whole other level of pleasure as they triggered my G spot, making my legs shake as I tried to hold myself steady over him.

God, it felt so good, and I hung my head down lower until my face was only inches away from the bulge in his panties again. I couldn't believe I found myself tempted to take him into my mouth, never imagining myself turned on by a man dressed in women's underwear.

I was so lost in arousal, I couldn't tell if the fact he was in panties turned me on, or if his tongue had just clouded my judgement so severely that anything, anybody could turn me on in that moment.

I tried to take deep breaths to control myself, but it felt like a hopeless battle, Tears began escaping down the sides of my face as I panted heavily.

I was close, so close, the orgasm quickly closing in.

BEEP!

Regina's alarm sounded again, and I tumbled off Petey and rolled onto my side on the floor. My legs felt like jelly, and I wasn't even sure I could continue as Regina motioned for us to move to the next sub.

Little Stephen was next, and I took a moment to collect myself before pulling myself up on all fours and crawling over to him.

The feel of his tongue against my sex flooded my mind as I recalled how he brought me to orgasm only a week ago, and I wondered if he would recognize my taste.

As I positioned myself over him, the scent of my arousal seemed painfully obvious. Then I realized the whole room was dank and smelled of sex. Malika's skin glistened with sweat, Toni was taking deep breaths to calm herself, and Regina's straightened hair was getting messy and tangled. For a moment, we all locked eyes together and smiled, sharing in the moment, before proceeding to lower ourselves down on our subs yet again.

Little Stephen didn't waste any time, instantly devouring my pussy as I pressed against his face. I stifled a moan as his fingers spread me wide and his tongue went to work.

I held myself still over him, and then he surprised me when his tongue slipped inside. I was so wet, he slithered like a snake right through my slit, not very deep, but nevertheless unlocking new sensations as it slithered inside me.

I was so horny, the next thing I knew, I began gyrating my hips and riding his tongue, trying to fuck it. He sensed my reaction and planted his lips against my spread labia as he drove his tongue deeper inside me.

As I began riding his face, he stretched his thumb until it was rubbing over my clit as I bucked my hips and rode him even harder.

"Fuck," I muttered underneath my breath.

Everything felt so good. My pussy rained down on him while he tongue fucked me. My breasts swung back and forth as I rode him, and I took deep breaths trying to control myself, but it was a hopeless battle.

And then Toni let out a heavy moan, letting me know I wasn't the only Queen caught in the throes of ecstasy, and I peeked a look at Malika as she raised her head to the ceiling and her entire body began shaking in climax. She bit down on her bottom lip to keep from screaming, but her face couldn't hide the unadulterated pleasure coursing through her veins.

I felt woozy, overcome with lust as I kept riding Little Stephen's tongue. I was panting heavily, my breasts heavy as they swung back and forth so forcefully with every gyration until they finally popped loose out of my top.

I was so close, I wanted it, to feel it, to push me over the edge, that sweet release, that...

BEEP!

Regina's cursed alarm cut through the thick smell of sex that permeated the air. I fell over, rolling over on my back on the floor, desperately reaching to my pussy to finish the job, but Regina glared at me to move along to the next sub.

And then I realized, only Tiny Tim was left, so I crawled on top of him like a woman possessed. I barely even gave him time to adjust to me. I plopped myself down on top of him, but his fingers and mouth immediately sprung into action.

His tongue lapped at my juices, tasting me a few times before moving up to my throbbing clit and sucking on that. Meanwhile, he slid two fingers past my folds into me while his thumb massaged my swollen labia.

It was sensory overload with my whole sex in such a heightened state of arousal, and Tiny Tim seemingly triggered my every sexual pleasure point. My body was a crackling livewire, a tinderbox ready to explode at any moment.

I threw my head back as my entire body fell into convulsions. When I looked down again, I was reminded that Tiny Tim was wearing my panties, and his manhood was obscenely bulging out of the thin soft nylon fabric that was my panties. The outline of where my juices had earlier stained the panties was dried out but still faintly visible.

I began moving my hips again, desperate to climax before Regina's damned timer disrupted everything again. Tiny Tim began holding his fingers still as he realized I was fucking him back.

I felt lost in a fog. All I could feel was the impending climax. Nothing else existed.

Tiny Tim's cock throbbed just a few inches below, so temptingly close, calling to me like a beacon. I bent over further and gave it a peck with my lips, and then he grunted loudly as the bulge popped up even higher, followed by another wet spot appearing in my panties, and I realized that he had cum, even though I'd done nothing more than barely press my lips against him.

Then my own climax erupted as I pressed my full weight down on Tiny Tim's face. My legs were shaking badly like an excited dog as a euphoric wave of release washed over me with an intensity I'd never felt before, as if I was exorcising demons from my soul.

I threw my head back and arched my spine until I was staring straight up at the ceiling, feeling so overwhelmed as if I might pass out, and then the climax crested in that moment, right as Regina's timer rang off with one final beep.

When I lowered my head back down, my arms and legs felt so weak, I wasn't even sure I could hold myself up any longer, even as the echoes of the orgasm reverberated through my body and raced through my veins.

I fell over to the side, rolled over on my back, and looked up to face the carnage.

The four blindfolded subs still laid on the floor with big smiles and our juices covering the lower half of their faces.

Toni, Malika, and Regina were all in a similarly half-exhausted, half-drunken stupor like myself, panting heavily as the sexual energy left them shaken and limp all at the same time.

My eyes met Regina's. "How often do you guys do this?" I asked wearily, still trying to regain my strength.

"At least once a month," she answered with a heavy breath and a glint in her eye. "I think you're fitting right in."

I smiled, still embarrassed but feeling like I belonged for the first time all night.

"Should we let the subs see if they can recognize the Queens by our taste?" Toni proposed.

And soon the subs sat up and removed their blindfolds. Tiny Tim's eyes popped out when he saw all the Queens were bottomless, which made Regina chuckle. Then he caught sight of my tits as I struggled to place them back under my top.

"You may be a sub," Malika informed Tiny Tim after seeing his reaction, "but we're all good Queens. It's not a one-way relationship. We take care of our subs."

And the other subs all nodded their heads in agreement.

Then Tiny Tim and I locked eyes, and I just gave him a wink, both of us enjoying and sharing in the moment.

The subs then all took turns guessing the order in which each of them ate our pussies. Little Stephen got the exact order correct, which I realized afterward he may have had a slight advantage since he was the only one who had tasted me before. Herman and Petey both guessed two Queens correctly, and Tiny Tim only guessed one Queen correctly, but I took it as a sign of fate that the one Queen he guessed correctly was me.

Afterward, Regina had the other subs tie up Little Stephen on the floor with his arms and legs outstretched as if he was being drawn and quartered. Then he was blindfolded again, whereupon she handed out feathers to all the Queens.

Then we surrounded his body while all the other subs watched. We proceeded to run the feathers slowly and erotically over his body, brushing them across every inch of his flesh, including his most sensitive areas. I ran it down the length of his arm and across his cheeks, tickling his armpits in the process, which made him squirm. Toni ran it down his legs and tickled the soles of his feet. Malika teased his neck and then settled on running it across his chest and letting it sweep across his nipples.

Regina teased him by slowly circling the feather around his crotch, drawing closer with each swirl, but making him wait in anticipation as she slowly inched closer and closer to his manhood. With his legs outstretched, they were spread slightly, and she ran it along the length of his taint, which made him visibly shiver. Then she brushed it gently against his cock, which made him moan out in pleasure while his cock throbbed in his panties.

"Keep teasing him," Regina instructed.

Then she removed her bra, fully revealing her ample bosom. Her breasts were large and full. She was a D cup with wide areolas and large protruding nipples. She rubbed her breasts together and pinched her nipples before standing up on her knees and kneeling over Little Stephen's face.

Her breasts hung down as she stood on all fours above him and began slapping his face with her breasts. She chuckled as Little Stephen realized what was happening. Then she held herself still and offered a teat for him to suckle on, which he eagerly accepted.

It was loving and nurturing in a very real, almost motherly manner. She was in a dominant position, towering over him, but there was a tenderness in how she allowed him to latch on to her breast.

The rest of us continued running the feathers over his skin. He was still blindfolded, and we enjoyed constantly moving the feathers to new locations, making him constantly squirm and moan in surprise.

The remaining subs enviously watched from the sidelines. I caught Tiny Tim's gaze for a second and gave him another teasing wink.

After he suckled on Regina's teat for a few minutes, she pulled back.

"Give me some space," she announced, and we backed off. She sat down on her knees beside his waist, then she looked at Malika and gave her nod, as if they had a secret silent language.

Malika took off her top while Regina proceeded to gently lower Little Stephen's panties. His cock was finally revealed. It was far from the largest cock I'd ever seen, but it was hard and throbbing.

The subs all drooled over the sight of both women's bare breasts, clearly mesmerized by the erotic scene playing out before them. Malika was probably a C cup, but her breasts were still large and full as she rubbed them together, as if warming them up for use. I wondered if I shouldn't remove my own top to fit in, although Toni kept her top on, so I refrained.

Then Malika offered her breasts to Little Stephen for him to lick and suck on, but only for a moment at a time. She'd drop her right breast down, then lift herself back up and offer her left one, repeating this several times as if she was dunking a tea bag into a cup of hot water.

Then Regina leaned over and took Little Stephen's hard cock in her mouth. Her red lipstick smeared onto his shaft as she slowly sucked him. I couldn't help noticing how she took him so easily in her mouth, thinking back to my ex and how I could barely fit him in mine, let alone take in his full length like Regina easily did with Little Stephen.

Malika finally stopped teasing him, and she held herself still so that he could latch on and suckle on one breast, which he did so, almost in a gentle soothing fashion.

Toni moved forward again and began running the feather across Little Stephen's chest, brushing it across his nipples. Following her lead, I ran my feather up the inside of his leg until I reached his taint. I ran it along that small ridge a few times, then I began teasing his balls while Regina continued sucking him.

As I teased his balls, his body noticeably stiffened. Regina sensed it, and she stopped moving, instead holding herself still with her lips tightly wrapped around him as she comfortably held his full length in her mouth.

Little Stephen moaned and grunted as he obviously ejaculated inside Regina, his body going stiff as a board for a moment until he was done releasing and went limp and relaxed.

Toni and I pulled back as he finished. Then Malika sat up and moved back while Regina slid her lips off his now limp cock.

Regina remained silent, her lips sealed shut as she wiped off the saliva with her fingers. Then she went over to Little Stephen. Her lips touched his, and she opened her mouth, whereupon she fed his cum load directly back to him. Her tongue stretched out and deposited any remaining cum into him as she gave him a long sensuous kiss before finally sitting back up.

Little Stephen clearly savored the taste of his own cum as everyone else watched the blindfolded sub licking his lips to get every last drop. Then Regina lifted his blindfold, and the shock of light temporarily blinded him, but then he looked around at the roomful of people all staring back at him and gave an embarrassed smile.

"Untie him," Regina instructed, and the other subs immediately obeyed.

Within seconds Little Stephen was freed, and he sat up and pulled his panties back over his softened penis while the rest of the Queens retrieved our clothing and got dressed.

"So, what do you think of this lifestyle?" Regina asked me as she pulled me to the side.

I just shook my head, still trying to process everything I'd witnessed and experienced that evening. Part of me couldn't help feeling this was so wild, so foreign to my world view, yet the entire evening had been an incredible blast of sexual energy, intoxicating and seductive. I'd enjoyed the evening immensely, and even now, my pussy tingled in excitement.

"Tiny Tim would love it if you took him home for the weekend," she reminded me. "This party is kind of a sample of the highlight, but you could test drive him over the weekend and see how you two really get along."

"Oh, I don't know," I reacted fearfully. "Is that really what he even wants."

"Stop being a fraidy cat," Regina said, shaking her head. "Look at him."

My eyes shifted across the room, and I caught him staring at me. He quickly looked away, embarrassed that I caught him staring.

"That poor man is smitten with you," she pointed out. "He wants to be your sub. You can take him home, and that's where you can see if you can build a deep domme/ sub relationship with him. It's not in these parties like tonight. This is like when people dress up for comic cons. But the real reward is if you can forge a deep lasting relationship. And you can take your first steps toward that this weekend."

My heart skipped a beat. I was nervous, but I quickly realized how badly I wanted it. I nodded my head. "I hope I don't screw this up like I do every other relationship."

Regina laid her hand on my shoulder. "You're a good woman, Kenesha," she reminded me. "It's them dogs you keep dating that keep screwing it up. That's on them, not you, so stop being so hard on yourself. You've got a man out there with a respectable job ready to worship the freaking ground you walk on. It's your turn. It's your time. You deserve this, so enjoy it."

I took a deep breath. "Thank you, sister," I replied, grateful for her putting things in perspective and calming me down. "You don't think it's all too fast, do you?" I still worried.

"We're in our 50's," Regina laughed. "We ain't got time to be pussy footing around. Go big or go home. Find out if there's something there or not. What are you waiting for? After all, you want this, don't you?"

"I do want this," I finally decided as I took a deep breath and studied Tiny Tim as he stood across the room talking with Herman.

Then Regina tugged my arm. "Come with me," she said.

I followed her to her bedroom while making a quick detour to her den along the way. Then I waited just inside her door as she rummaged through a drawer. She pulled out two items and handed them to me as I handed back her panties that I'd retrieved from the den.

"Thank you," she replied with a deep laugh as she tossed the panties in a hamper.

"What is this?" I said as I held up the two objects.

"That one is a strap on dildo, and the other is a strapless dildo," she declared.

I was speechless, just staring at the two phallic objects in my hands.

"Trust me, it's good to have options," she explained. "Tiny Tim got his name honestly judging by the bulge in his, I mean your, panties, and I know you're used to them anacondas that the brothers pack, so this way, he wears that, and maybe you can still enjoy things."

"And the other one?" I asked, staring in complete confusion at the sex toy that looked almost like a two headed sword.

"That's for you to wear while fucking Tiny Tim," she smiled mischievously. "It's double-sided, so you can feel something too while fucking him."

I looked at her in disbelief.

"You think he wants me to fuck him up the ass?" I questioned.

"Don't be surprised," she cautioned me. "You can also fuck his mouth."

I just shook my head in bewilderment. "Don't you need these?" I realized.

"These are an extra set," she explained. "Have fun with them this weekend. And don't worry. You know I'm a neat freak, so I sanitize them after every use."

"I - uh - thanks," I replied as I put the sex toys in my purse, although I made a mental note to sanitize them again after getting home, despite her reassurances.

"I'm really doing this, aren't I?" I realized, referring to taking Tiny Tim home with me for the weekend.

"Yeah, you are," Regina excitedly replied. "You've got this, girlfriend."

"I hope so," I sighed. "I hope so."

*****

To be continued...