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Black Madame 3 (Fdom-M, prost)
by C Moon (cmoon01@aol.com)
A CMoon Story
Do not read if under age!
BLACK MADAME 3 (Miss Jean's Party)
After a month's behavior training at her hands, Miss Jean decided to
invite some friends to view my progress, and she informed me that I was to
be the entertainment. This made me very nervous; I was used to serving my
own Mistress, but dreaded the added humiliation of other participants.
The worst experience I had so far had was when she had invited two
surprise guests at a previous session, her niece, Miss Pauline, and her
friend Miss Cindy. Miss Pauline had brutally raped my ass with a strap-on
dildo, and afterwards, as I lay bound, sobbing at my violation, Miss Cindy
had soundly whipped my butt. I desperately hoped those two young dominas
would not be guests this time.
I arrived at my Goddess's house an hour before the party was due to begin,
and Miss Jean gleefully showed me my costume for the evening - to my great
shame I was again to be feminised, dressed in a little pink maids outfit,
frilly underwear, stockings and pink 4 inch heels. As each guest arrived I
was to open the door and let them in. I was instructed to clearly and
loudly introduce myself to each by curtsying, kneeling and kissing the
toes of their footwear, and announcing that my name was "Sweet Sissy."
It took over an hour for Mistress to get me ready. There was really no
need to take so long, but Miss Jean enjoyed humiliating me, and stretched
it out. She often paused to let me admire each item of attire, and
painstakingly applied my makeup.
"What do you think of this sexy bra, Mr. Law?" she asked.
"It's beautiful, Madame. I'm such a lucky sissy to be allowed to wear
such pretty things." This was the way Miss Jean liked to rub my nose in
it. I had quickly learned that lack of appreciation or enthusiasm for my
training meant I'd end up with a very sore ass. My mind urged me to
resist her crude brain-washing techniques, but my body remembered the
glorious orgasms she had the power to give - and also the pain she could
dish out. And so I strove to keep her pleased with my behavior.
"Do you like these panties I got for you, sissy?"
"Oh, Madame, they're gorgeous. You are so kind to me, Madame. Please may
I be allowed to put them on?"
"Of course you may wear the pretty panties, Mr. Law. But I don't want you
staining them again. You remember what happened last time?"
Indeed I did. I had been teased all night when, as Miss Jean surely
expected, I had cum in my panties, much to my severe embarrassment. I had
been promptly pulled across Miss Jean's lap and soundly spanked for the
offense.
Miss Jean informed me she had invited three friends. The first to arrive
was a Miss Angela, one of the sexiest ladies I had ever seen. She wore an
incredibly tight, short dress in black leather, black panty-hose over the
most wonderfully long, shapely legs, and 4" high heeled shoes. Her 27
year old ebony face was impeccably made up, and her flowing hair curled
around her bare shoulders.
"My, how sweet you look, boy," she laughed as I rose from dutifully
kissing her shoes, "Your Mistress told me how you loved to be her sissy,
but I didn't believe it until now."
I withered under her condescending gaze, wishing I could assure her that I
was indeed a real man. Had I met this beauty in other circumstances,
where I could have done something to impress her, I might have had the
chance of seducing her. Although I tried to disguise my rampant lust for
her, she seemed to know the effect she had on me, and with a shock I
realized that she had noticed my little cock pushing out the front of my
skirt. With a self-satisfied smile, she contemptuously turned on her heel
to join my Mistress in the living room.
I had barely recovered when the other two guests arrived hand in hand, Ms
Valerie and Miss Debra. The older of the two was Ms Valerie, around six
years older than I, at 47. She was a very attractive woman, expensively
dressed and with a haughty air of sophistication about her. As I took her
fur coat I realized with a shock that this was Miss Pauline's mother, as I
had met her several times at PTA meetings at my school, when I had
arrogantly dismissed her complaints about my poor treatment of her
daughter. Miss Pauline had had her revenge. I expected tonight Ms Valerie
would have hers.
I quelled at the cool look Ms Valerie gave me, and knew instantly that she
had been told all about my degradation at her daughter's hand, and had
been looking forward to seeing me Her friend, Miss Debra, was the
youngest of the guests, in her early 20's, and she was also stunning to
look at. Her hair was styled short, and I thought she dressed a little
butch, in tight black leather jeans, but her see-through white silk shirt
proclaimed her a very feminine woman. She wore ankle boots that boasted
long, cruel heels. Her face, also, was very feminine, and she wore dark
red lipstick on luscious, untouchable lips. Her sultry eyes promised an
interesting evening lay ahead.
They all went and sat in the living room, and I went to serve them drinks.
I knew to curtsy properly each time I entered or left the presence of one
of the ladies. Ms Valerie did not think I had curtsied well enough, and I
had to ask her very nicely to slap my little sissy dick so I would learn
to be a better sissy servant. Of course I then had to thank the lady for
taking the time to punish me.
The evening went successfully enough, with me fetching and serving and
having my semi-erect white dick slapped when one of the ladies thought my
curtsies were not cute enough. Things began to get interesting, however,
when I was having my little cock slapped by Miss Debra, and it began to
harden under the stimulation. The ladies all waited for it to acquire its
full size, then realized, with much mirth, that this was as big as it got.
Mistress Angela, with a wink at me, asked my owner when I had last been
allowed to cum. I was instructed to answer the lady.
"I was allowed to masturbate in Madame's presence last week, Mistress
Angela." I replied, in my most deferential voice. Mistress Angela
overawed me, her breathtaking beauty bringing home how pathetic I must
appear.
The lady laughed, then Ms Valerie asked me when I had last been allowed to
take pleasure with my wife. My face reddened.
"I was given permission to make love to my wife 17 days ago, Ms Valerie."
"Did she enjoy it, white boy?"
My face got even redder. "I was instructed to cum before my wife had an
orgasm, Mistress."
The group of ladies laughed.
"And what did your wife think of this, boy?" asked Mistress Debra.
"She...she wasn't too happy with me, Miss Debra." I replied. It was
rather an understatement, we had had a blazing row and I'd been packed off
to the spare room until I learned how to be a 'proper' man. I'd listened
to my wife bring herself off with the vibrator I'd been ordered to give
her by Miss Jean when I'd first began my training.
Miss Jean spoke as the laughter began to subside. "I told sissy that he
may be allowed to show his respect for us tonight, girls."
I was mortified. Not before all Madame's guests, surely.
"A splendid idea," spoke up Mistress Angela, "He can use my panties if he
asks nicely."
I wanted the room to swallow me up, but I noticed Miss Jean looking at me,
expectantly. I would be allowed no escape. Besides, I realized with a
shock, I was desperate to feel Miss Angela's panties on my cock.
"Please, Mistress Angela, may I be allowed to masturbate into your
beautiful, sexy panties?"
"Are you sure you want to do it in front of us, sissy?" she asked, gazing
deeply into my eyes.
Everyone knew I had no choice, but the ladies were enjoying playing it
out. My face could not have gotten any redder now.
"Yes, please, Mistress Angela. It would be a great honor to me to be
allowed to show my respect to Madame's guests."
"Go on." Miss Jean ordered sternly as the ladies continued to enjoy my
humiliation.
"I love to jerk off into beautiful ladies panties. Especially beautiful
black ladies panties. It makes my little white penis very hard."
I wanted to die as the ladies roared their laughter.
Mistress Angela then stood up and, reaching under her leather dress,
pulled down a pair of white, silky briefs. I realized then that she was
actually wearing stockings, not panty-hose, and my dick twitched more as I
caught a glimpse of smooth, ebony thighs. Miss Angela draped her panties
over the end of my exposed cock.
"Hands on head, sissy," said Miss Jean, "I'm going to masturbate your
pathetic little cock myself."
So saying, she stood behind me and wrapped the gorgeous panties, still
warm from Mistress Angela's pussy, around my already hard dick.
"Pump your white dick, sissy boy."
Miss Jean was determined to wring every bit of humiliation out of the
situation. The ladies sat back to enjoy the show as I pumped my ass back
and forward, causing wonderful sensations to run along my cock. Miss Jean
grasped the panties tightly around me. She wasn't masturbating me at all
- instead she was making me fuck the panties in her hand.
Despite the intense humiliation I could feel myself building to a climax.
It had been a long week, and I was unable to stop myself groaning loudly
with pleasure, which brought forth fresh peals of laughter from the
ladies. I knew I must have been a pathetic sight, and Madame's friends,
sitting before me with legs crossed, had surely never witnessed a more
degrading spectacle. I realized that they did not really regard me as an
individual - instead I was an example of the white male who was a bane on
their lives.
I came in a torrent, soaking Mistress Angela's delicate panties with my
cum. I noticed Miss Debra pressing her thighs tightly together, and
wondered if my humiliation had actually turned her on. Ms Valerie,
despite enjoying my degradation, looked slightly disappointed that I had
been allowed to cum - I think she would have enjoyed denying me release.
My Mistress released my cock and joined the ladies before me. I was left
standing alone, with a pair of soft panties wrapped around my cock,
sighing in pleasure in the aftermath of a rare orgasm. My tormentors
remained seated before me, giggling like schoolgirls and making
disparaging comments about my performance and inadequate equipment. My
cock gradually lost its hardness and, to my shame, Miss Angela's panties
dropped off my cock and landed at my feet, prompting fresh laughter.
Mistress Angela rose from her seat to pick up the sodden panties. She
held them up before my eyes.
"You disgusting, vile creature. You've ruined my underwear."
"I'm...I'm sorry, Miss Angela." I replied, returning to reality with
regret.
"Make him clean them, Angela." spoke up Miss Debra.
"You heard her, white boy. Open up."
Reluctantly I opened my mouth, and Miss Angela deposited her panties
inside with a smile.
"Suck them clean, boy," she instructed, delight at my degradation clear in
her dark face.
I began to chew, fighting against the urge to spit them out. I had never
tasted cum before, and struggled against the vile taste, knowing I dare
not show my displeasure. Mistress Angela watched my face for a few
moments then returned to her friends, who lost interest in me as they
began to converse.
I remained ignored for ten minutes or so, when I saw Ms Valerie asking
something of my Mistress. Miss Jean smiled, and beckoned me over.
"Kneel before us, Mr. Law." she ordered. Miss Angela reached forward to
reclaim her panties, which she threw to the floor with hardly a glance.
I knelt, looking up at the four superb ladies, wondering what was to come
next.
"Ms Valerie would like to hear how you enjoyed her daughter's dildo."
It was a double-barbed question. I could not possibly tell her how much I
had hated it - the punishment for such impertinence would be severe
indeed. But I was scared that if I took the only reasonable alternative I
would be subjected to an ass-fucking again.
"Well, boy?" asked an impatient Ms Valerie.
I determined to take the lesser of the two evils.
"I very much enjoyed being fucked by your daughter, Ms Valerie. I am a
very lucky sissy to lose my virginity to Miss Pauline's dildo. She was
very ... masterful, and my ass was well and truly fucked."
"Good. I'll let her know how much you loved being her slut, Mr. Law."
"Yes please, Ms Valerie. Thank you."
"Meanwhile," Ms Valerie continued, with a broad smile, "There's the matter
of your impertinence to me. Would you like me to teach you some manners?"
Although I had expected a beating at her hands, I groaned inwardly in
fear. But I remembered my training.
"I would be very grateful if you would punish me for failing to show you
enough respect, Ms Valerie."
The older lady's lips parted in a cruel smile as she reached into her bag
and produced a vicious looking whip.
"I'll be happy to teach you to respect your betters," she replied, "Nose
to the carpet, Mr. Law. Get your sissy white ass high for me."
I steeled myself for the ordeal to come...
END OF BLACK MISTRESS 3