Falling into slavery: Chapter 6 - Sex Stories

Falling into slavery: Chapter 6

Surely Sarina didn't want to keep my dick locked up for more than when she was around. "What about my wife? She can't find out about this." I protested. "I know I told you this before, your bitch wife doesn't matter. I own you and I will do with you as I please. Would you rather found out about this," She nudged my caged cock, "or would you rather she found out about you fucking her daughter?" There was nothing I could do. I was dammed no matter what. It was a decision of choosing the lesser evil. I had to figure a way out of this whole situation. I was a slave in my own house to my own indiscretions. She had me lay on my back with my head near the couch. "You're gonna learn s lot today so pay attention fair. She coveted my face with her feet. "Clean my soles thoroughly with your tongue, white boy. It does not matter how dirty my feet might be, my desires and self-worth are all that matter. Suppress your pathetic base urges and dare not show any sign of disgust or resentment. Apologize to me, to make certain that I am aware that this is an honor and a privilege for you. Thank me for that. Swallow the sweat and dirt, and don’t forget to clean thoroughly between each toe. Humble yourself. Show me that I am valued, revered as a true Nubian Goddess. There is no room for ego or pride in your life anymore. It is all for me. Surrender to your true feelings." As she spoke I followed her direction, taking time to clean her. Going further than the previous times cleaning my cum of ...

... her feet. Just like worshipping her ass, I started to get into my role. Her words were almost hypnotic. The more I submitted myself to the role, the harder my dick got. The metal chastity cage prevented me from a full erection. That just fueled my desire to worship my new Goddess. It was an ugly cycle. After an hour of slowly, tediously Licking and sucking on every part of her divine feet my mouth was dry and my tongue sore. My cock hadn't softened the entire time; a cage was sticky with precum as evidence. "You're learning bitch." The Black teen pulled her feet off my face, "Now go make us lunch." She turned on a TV show I was unfamiliar with that had an all Black cast as I left the room. I returned a short time later with a couple frozen dinners I had heated up. I sat down next to her. The plump Black Goddess sighed in disappointment, "You're going to have to work on your cooking skills, and white faggots don't belong on the furniture or deserve dishes." My plate of food was snatched away as I moved to sit on the carpet. Sarina scoped all the food into a dog bowl on the floor that hadn't been there before I went to make food. She started picking at her meal with a fork occasionally talking a bite. "By trying to sit on the couch with me or eat food with dishes and silverware you are saying that we are equals. You couldn't even measure up to be a Real Man, what makes you think you're even close to being the equal of a Real Woman. You are a slave, not a person." All the while I ...