Sunday drags. I lounge in my Pointe-Noire apartment. Thoughts whirl. Forty-eight hours ago, unimaginable. Alban demands submission. I say yes. His female now. Trained by Mistress Zoé. Life flips. Work stares. Bank colleagues notice? Not fairy anymore. Black’s tranny slut? Diane? Must tell her.
Phone rings. Noon. Signal holds. ‘Hey darling, you good?’ Diane’s voice. ‘Yeah, you? Bored?’ ‘With Laura and Marc. Wild nights. They’re bi. Had a shared Master. Submissive pups. I could coach them.’ Her dominant edge sharpens.
Rising Tension
‘Marc’s a slut,’ I say. She laughs. ‘Like you know.’ Yesterday? Congolese heat. ‘Alban. Oil engineer. Tall. Elegant. Hot.’ ‘Crushing?’ ‘Unique.’ ‘Watch that ass. Easy prey for African cock.’ She knows. My hole’s his.
‘You jerked to him? Front hand, back finger?’ ‘Shower. Yes.’ ‘Slut. Boning for black dick, fingering ass!’ ‘Occasional.’ ‘Tell me more. Deal?’ Fair swap. Green light. She coaches subs. I submit to Zoé. Miles apart. Twisted.
Six PM. Zoé’s gate. Fifteen-minute walk. No car. Nervous. First Mistress. Jean was soft. Zoé? Iron grip. Ring.
‘Alexandra, Mistress.’ ‘Enter, sub. Strip at gate. Nude to door.’ Heart pounds. Clothes bundle. Thirty meters. Sparse hedges. Car headlights flash. Seen? Militia? Jail for naked morals in socialist hell.
Door opens. Zoé on porch. Stern. ‘Shoes too.’ Inside. Locker. ‘Yours. Collar inside: Alexandra, property of Master Alban. Never off. Clothes here.’ ‘Yes, Mistress.’ ‘Yes what, black cock whore?’ ‘Yes, Mistress.’ Sharp.
Salon. She sits. I stand. Head down. Arms straight. ‘Position one.’ Repeat orders. Rules fire.
One: Mistress Zoé. Two: Obey only. No initiative. Three: Nude or my clothes. Four: Collar. Five: Answer precise. Six: Permanent hairless. Pubes, ass, legs first. Buzz cut. Seven: Female panties always. Outside. Eight: Punish bad. Nine: No solo cum. Cock banned. Ass is my pussy. Ours.
‘Understood, bitch?’ ‘Yes, Mistress.’ Repeat six. Nine. Ass-pussy throbs. Erect. Untouched.
Two weeks. Intense. Tests. Stop anytime now. Later, Alban’s say. No life bleed. Work safe. Feminize. Makeup. Dresses. Wig. Heels nightly. Nipples grow. Deepthroat queen. ‘Throats empty balls. Any size.’
Explosive Surrender
‘Alban chose you. Lucky. Powerful. Don’t fail.’ Heels handed. ‘One hour daily.’ ‘Yes.’ Evenings 7:30. No Saturday. Late? Whip.
Dress outside. Head spins. Serious. Height? Hold? Diane’s shock? Bank stares? Stop. Flow. Enjoy.
Home. Courtyard. Murielle calls. Hide heels. Fence chat. Hugs. Kisses wet. Loose tank. Free tits. Nipples poke. Shredded short. Ass cheeks split. Cameltoe drips.
‘Naughty slut,’ I tease. Whispers hot. ‘You too. Perky girl-nips.’ Cross fence. Ass sways. Equator line vanishes.
Terrace. Beers clink. She bends. Tits swing. Sits wide. Pussy lips bulge. Wet seam. Clit grind.
‘Love the view.’ ‘Excites me. Heard us? Arab server fuck?’ ‘Yeah. Marc ass-fucked. Hot.’ ‘He begged more.’ Tit pinch. Ondulates.
Marc home. ‘Wet short, babe.’ She strips. Transparent pareo. Slit side. Pussy gleams. ‘Bomb,’ he says. ‘Street slut.’ ‘Blacks next? Arrange, Alex?’
Bank talk. Arthur intro. Dinner here. ‘Yes!’ Eyes lust.
Kiss bye. Tongue deep. Cock aches. Rule nine. No cum. Week looms. Zoé’s forge.