Sometimes Rose hated everything about herself.

    The reality was she had lost all control of the choices in her life now and never saw it coming.  Plans discarded and replaced by an iron cuff around her left ankle attached to a barely long enough chain, a constant reminder.   As Rose sat on the single bed.  Bound and twirling her vagina too and fro with her remaining fingernails, wondering how it would all stop she wasn’t concerned. Her index finger moved along the apex of her vagina, gently encircling the sensitive nub while barely touching the reddened flesh, keeping her amused.  Rose comforted and teased her flower exactly the way Sampson had and like then; she came fiercely upon her fingers!  The blueprint her body remembered surrendered perfectly to her lusts.  So Rose hated the fact she didn’t care. 

     Running her finger along her waxy hole, down to the bottom of her lips where she patiently collected the wet extracts dribbling down before inserting her index finger to the knuckle.  Rose jumped at the surprise of entry despite her inwardly pulling cunt and having complete control over the action.  All of her subconscious thoughts were playing themselves out as controlled motor movements were impossible!  She was reduced to a ball of reflexive action, waiting to be tapped on the shoulder or pushed to one side or another for service. 

     The door opened, and Sampson walked in the room as he would every morning for the next ten days.  His bare ass and muscular frame leaving no room for the illusion of modesty between them.  Sampson’s cock was always the first thing she noticed and in keeping her ‘head down’ and not looking directly into his eyes, her on gazes in direct line with ‘it.’  The sight that made her wet now.  Samson’s mesmerizing piece of meat that had massaged her insides repeatedly made it so she could not turn away from its majesty.  It was her friend and foe both simultaneously, but she wanted it inside her either way!  Lost and confused as she was.

     Rose was calculating the damage done inside of her once tight, precious pussy and trying to decide if it mattered either way.  The beautiful specimen that caused her to wet her bedspread repeatedly just by her thinking of recent fuck sessions was before her eyes again.  She didn’t want to think about things beyond how Sampson would take her and when.  And what could she do to make it happen faster!  

     Her husband was never going to feel the same inside of her again.  A husband who also hadn’t checked on her since he left town so many days ago.  The cell phone was the only object of hers allowed, in case the boutique needed her and he hadn’t checked in at all, and technically they were still Newlyweds, so he should have!  How was he supposed to know she wasn’t in danger?

     With Rose practically virgin asshole still aching from the activities of her Pre-Graduation ceremony, the two lovers found the perfect scenario to bond.  Rose was quickly ingratiated to her Taskmaster Samson for “fucking her whore mouth” only in their first two days together.  But she was equally frustrated with him consistently “edging” her before cuffing her feet and hands together, leaving her for hours at a time.  And he made sure she thanked him for both verbally.  Her Mistress Candy would never leave her alone, always inserting a vibrator with a remote before leaving which she would use to also drive Rose crazy for hours.  In that way, the two were completely different.

      He also didn’t make her call him Master preferring Samson, but the woman knew her place.  She opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue as instructed to do when Samson entered her room to be ready.  After being with so many women over the past few months with strict restrictions given to her by Candy about marital sex, to have a huge dick to play with was a treat!

       Her cunt walls shivered when she looked down at his massive balls, too terrified to look into his eyes again.  A lesson she learned on the first day with Samson after Rose throat acquiesced to his length and girth and pride got the best of her momentarily.  It was a talent she would have never discovered she possessed in any other way than sex slavery but still, Rose felt pride in the whorish accomplishment.  Sampson promptly grasped by the hair and nearly choked her by thrusting his cock deep into her breathing canal. 

      “Did you just look at me?” he snarled.  Fucking her throat like an empty hole until she dropped to the floor defeated, unable to kneel. 

     “You are still a novice bitch.”

     Despite the fact she loved the rough treatment, she reasoned not knowing Sampson well enough next time he may not stop.  So from that moment on she resolved to obey without question, she had begun to accept his abuse as silently as her voice would allow.  Receiving the man’s engorged black penis into her mouth down to the shaft, Rose felt herself cum as she tasted his chocolate pre-ejaculate lingering on her lips. She knew he was about to cum and was bracing to take it all when Sampson abruptly pulled out.  Watching as her tongue thrashed forward, waiting for him to cum in her mouth the way Rose wanted!

     She had taken a bath earlier and was checked off by Samson as clean.   Even during baths, her hands were cuffed behind her back while Samson would wash her body, taking extra time to squeeze her clit or abuse her in other ways.  The soothing water would caress her ivory skin and knead Rose spanked and tortured muscles.  That was usually at night, and after being whipped or paddled or both, she would be allowed to sleep, which she was doing less of with her passions keeping her awake most of the time.

     Rose own slutty masturbation thinking about how Sampson pumped her pussy sore was the only sex today, making it the slowest since the first one.  Her ass was completely healed now thanks to Samson’s spankings that included anal massage, and begging to be plugged as well.  She wanted to please him.  Samson smiled as her tongue continued to waver behind the rounded cage between her teeth and began to kneel.    

     Reaching down Samson unlocked the link encapsulating her ankle.  For the first time in days, she was free.  Standing Rose up now he also loosed her hands, allowing them freedom of motion. Not being in control for so long meant Rose’s arms didn’t know how to react to the feeling of independence.  She continued to rub her throbbing cunny instead of reaching for her gag, which Sampson also released. 

     Was this it?  Was she free to go?  She looked at Sampson’s hard cock and wondered why he hadn’t cum first before releasing her bonds.  She wanted to speak but was afraid of what would happen if she did, even as her pussy throbbed for attention.  Reflexively, she reached for his dick only to be the recipient of the very thing she feared? 

     Sampson’s dark hand grasped her neck and held her head up to his own.  She hadn’t looked at his face for any significant point of time to realize how attractive he was!  His lips were red and thicker than her husbands were.  And his eyes.  They were dark pools in which she swears she saw her reflection!  Rose felt her heart skip a beat a moment as the man’s face pressed against hers!  She hadn’t been kissed in weeks and never this passionately!  Rose felt her legs weaken and her passions inflame as she felt her Master’s tongue intermingle with her own as Rose thoughts went blank. 

     Sampson gently lay her on the bed and kneeling between her legs, expertly kissed and teased her inner thighs.  His lips felt like small pillows as his tongue began to probe her pussy lips carefully at first, then with more urgency once discovering her weak spots and exploiting and manipulating them deftly.  Her eyes rolled back as she envisioned herself, one of the women she had served same as Sampson did for her now, pushing her buttons!  Her hands ran across the skin and scalp of her lover.  His brown skin mixing within her thighs making her tingle all over!  There were many thoughts and images crossing her mind, but none involved a scenario in which Rose left.  She rubbed her nipples and felt the euphoria of his long tongue entering and exiting in a circular motion as her orgasms began and Sampson, her Master placed his cock directly inside her waiting slit. 

     “Please fuck me, Samson.  I want that black dick to own me.” The words came from her mouth though Rose had no idea who said them!

     Sampson drove his cock into her slowly, teasing with just enough of it to stop her talking.  He praised the woman’s lithe frame and marveled at the serendipity of her reddened nipples as they gravitated towards his fingertips.  The way they pointed outward, begging to be gripped and thrashed but grateful for his expert caresses instead.  Samson noticed how her body twitched each time he slowly drifted into slit now.  A broken stallion still jumps he thought, pressing his cock into her inch by inch. Even deeper as the woman’s body gratification for it grew each time.   

     “You belong to me now Rose.  You are my gift, and I am your new husband.”

     “Yes.  I am yours, Master.”

      Rose felt her pussy opened once more to accommodate Samson’s wish to have her body, just like her throat had acquiesced days before.  The shivers she felt continued to course through her skin as Samson rode her like a gentle, but firm lover.  Her body held tight to this man who had held her captive for days, even if not completely against her wanting to be there!  Rose didn’t recognize the woman she had become, but she did know that there was no going back!  As she returned the unfamiliar, gentle kisses that lingered more than any others Rose ever experienced she knew, there was no “back” to go to.  Her body relaxed and accepted Samson’s full length and as they erupted together, nothing else seemed to matter. 

       Samson continued to stroke and slowly teased Rose, methodically pushing her back so as not to allow her to engulf his rod with her begging snatch while continuing to arouse her gentle sensitivities.  He was behind her now partially, stroking her on an angle that massaged Rose in a way no man ever had before.  Her body responded slowly as his liquid warmth continued to fill and massage her still pulsating vagina, moved by his still mostly hard cock.      

     “Tell me how much you have loved me turning you out Rose.”

     That was the first time she had heard her name in weeks.  She looked him in the eyes before grinding her pelvis down onto his rod as she began to speak.

     “I’d hope you weren’t done with me yet.”  

The woman had been compromised and now was entrusted with long-term responsibilities.  The overcoat and glasses were appropriate though she hadn’t expected to feel so exposed underneath with her otherwise immodest attire.  There was nothing to it except two rings that cupped each breast!   The same thoughts as always crossed her mind at this time.  Who could she tell she was being taken advantage of that would not only believe her but could help?  She was a beautiful, newly married woman and knew rich men that could but they wanted to fuck her.  She considered if it would help or only make things worse?  Her nipples hardening despite the panic as she continued to drive.

 Any interaction with police would have compromised her too.  Having learned from experience the first week that seeking the help of authorities would only result in being sent on to her dirty destination with a police escort.  The officer had been invited into the home and eventually, into the room and allowed the gratuity of her mouth once they were done with her. She had only made the women at her house angry and increased her own humiliation as the officer now waved to her daily.  Knowing he had used her and now knew her secret.  There was no easy way out.

Rose had taken to her new responsibilities by now well though.  The stockings she wore underneath the overcoat felt quite sexy she believed, and her ass stuck to the leather seat while steadily surveying the road as she drove along.  Rose would turn up the heated cushion and drink from her water bottle while rubbing her bare pussy against it.  Just like the casual but respectable slut, Rose imagined she was becoming.  The thought not bothering her in the least.

Reaching the semi-circular drive, Rose parked in the side space that was hidden from sight. She pulled the mask down over her face as she was instructed before exiting the car and retrieving her rolling luggage from the trunk space. The mask obstructed her vision, but Rose was familiar enough with her surroundings by now to get around.  The fact that no one ever saw her face was a relief because she was an otherwise respectable newlywed. The mask grasped tightly to her skin but could be lifted up over her head while leaving her mouth and ponytail exposed for practical reasons.  

She proceeded towards the side door entrance which was unlocked as usual. Stepping onto the spiral side stairs which led directly into the playroom.  Quietly, she placed the bag in the corner of the room out of the way. Then retrieved two small ropes, a five-inch curved vibrator and, of course, her tasseled whip which was placed astride the bed. The women would be arriving soon, and she knew to be ready for them, or her Mistress would hear about it.  Rose did not want that she believed.    

The Hostess, the Mayor’s wife was always first and always gentle with Rose. She called her Mistress Mayor as instructed, but the interactions with the older woman were mostly tender.  Mistress Mayor would kiss Rose on the mouth unlike her “Mistress” Candy, who now only allowed tongues and modestly sized toys to enter into Rose’s pussy.  And as it was her Mistress Candy’s word was to be obeyed without question to avoid the consequences of disobedience.

That restrictions also included access to Rose’s bud by her newlywed husband’s small dick.  Twice a month only she said and definitely not for the purpose of impregnation!  Rose pretended to love the taste of his semen now as Candy commanded and by swallowing it lustfully had gained a strange control over her husband she never imagined possible!  Having never controlled a man by any other means than fear she was now getting an education, in the ways of seduction.  She would allow her husband to lick her cunny as much as he asked since it wasn’t his penis.  So Rose learned how to control him thanks to the tail end of her Mistress lash!  Something she would have never thought possible when she wasn’t thinking.

Still, the near thirty-year-old woman badly wanted a child with him to secure a better future divorce settlement.  It was the only part of her trap for him that had not yet been set.  And the only part that Rose knew could be a long time coming.

These women’s chamber meetings were always the same, lasting between 3 and 4 hours with the women taking turns dominating her. Rose had been lent to the group for “secretarial purposes.” The “meeting” or socializing took part in another region of the Estate. But one at a time, the Manservant would bring the women up to her to visit. Escorting the previous woman out while she usually was left in one compromising position or another. Sometimes, the woman would instruct him to restrain her before exiting with her arms being roped to her legs. Or they would watch together as the servant would slap her with his big, black hands until her ass or tits were sufficiently reddened, and she was adequately humbled by the experience. Something that would have never happened eight months ago Rose had to admit secretly was always a highlight of her visit. She knew she was responsible for how she was being treated and why. And she had begun to need this domination and penance.

Each session would usually be 30 minutes but if fewer members showed up than the individual times with each woman would be extended.  There was a shower she could clean up in if the woman commanded her to as well.  Rose had been coming here for six months now three times a month under cover of Executive Training and had received a raise as well to allay her husband’s suspicions.  And she always left by 6 pm.  Everything was routine except the sex! 

Rose hadn’t viewed herself as Lesbian or Bi-sexual at first.  She regarded herself as having no choice.  How she got into this situation is one thing.  But now with the passing time, Rose also knew she was willingly complicit in her own ordeal.  Her pussy throbbed and ached more every day as these meetings came closer, and she wondered what she would do with herself if the sessions ever ended more and more!  She would think about her hands being bound and face being pushed into various ladies’ wet, warm pussies!  Her tongue savoring the dew drops as the wandered down a stronger woman’s thighs and onto her prone tongue! The thought of this all ending actually caused a form of panic within her since Rose had realized that perhaps her goals had been misguided from the start? Were her previous hopes and aspirations actually unhealthy ones?  Rose had learned thanks to her Mistress Candy that there were other things in life besides settling. There was the excitement!

The women were all different sexually, but the Mayor’s wife was the only woman who was gentle with her. The generous lady of the Manor treated Rose like an old lover.   Caressing her body in a way no man ever had and kissing her in places that Rose would never have considered.  Always ending by grinding their pussies together until Rose would capitulate like a conquered woman and beg her to stop!  Always kissing her before exiting the room.  Always telling her to shower and get ready to serve.  Beyond the directions, Rose wondered to herself what such a loving woman could have in common with her Mistress besides both of them being dark complected.    

The women were all prominent and married for all Rose knew.  Some of their Husbands even knew what went on at these “Chamber” meetings.  Others had no clue!  Rose didn’t know the group’s name, but they were chartered, and respectable Charitable organization for all anyone else knew.  Responsible for various good deeds and deemed legitimate women.  But the outside world didn’t understand what this group was all about like she did!  If she ever wanted control over her life again, she would satisfy their desires and obey without hesitation.

When the first woman that day bound her hands the pole in the middle of the room and picked up the tasseled whip to flog her for being a whore all she could say was “Thank You.”  And when the same woman would make her bend at her knees while still bound so that Rose could lick her ass while she came on Rose’s chin, she also had to comply.  That was how she resolved her actions in her mind as being acceptable for a long time.  She noticed how much she wanted to but couldn’t admit it out of fear this was who she was.

     She would be beaten and instructed to fellate their pussies with equal veracity by the next four women!  Her anonymity was irrelevant as they most assuredly knew that she was compromised and not a paid whore.  She was accepting her abuse by choice and enjoyed when they pushed her to do with as they pleased.  Rose had learned them as well.  Becoming accustomed to the sounds of their voices, she knew what they wanted instinctively from her. The order would change, but the woman would rarely use up their allotted time now. She didn’t want them to become bored with her, but Rose knew their pussies so well that she enjoyed getting them off with her slit sucking mouth, looking forward to seeing them 3 times a month!  The routine was a source of relief for her to not have to control everything.  To be out of control.  

   Rose sat patiently on her knees, having showered as instructed by her last lover with her hands separated in a placated position before her.  Having only experience orgasm once today, under the watchful weight of Mistress Mayor and her wonderfully soft labia when the door flung open and all of the women filed in at once she was startled and excited!  The manservant grabbed her ponytail and tossed her towards the bed!  Meanwhile, the women continued to file in one at a time, placing their chairs into a full circle which she was situated in the center of roughly by their goon.  

Her hands were bound together, and as always, she didn’t resist.  Seeing them altogether her heartbeat quickened and her mound pounded between her legs at the thought of them all having their way with her until Mistress Mayor spoke. 

“You have been a good servant to us all slave and have made it to graduation.  This will be your last Sunday with this group as a slave!  Candy is allowing me to set you free from this particular chore, so we wanted to say goodbye!”

The feelings of relief and disappointment flashed through the woman as she realized the end of her journey had come.  Her Mistress had told her she would be free one-day if…. she did what was asked of her.  Rose had done that and more but was confused by the words “this group.” 

“You do realize these Latina women you have been eating out during all of these meetings have one thing in common?  Speak slave!”  she barked in the woman’s direction. 

“You are all Spanish?”

She hadn’t recognized the importance of the statement.  Rose felt her mask being ripped from her head as her identity was now on display for all to see.  These wealthy women all had been in the boutique she managed at one time or another in the past, and she had moved them along.  Even accusing two of them of shoplifting!

“We don’t all have heavy accents!”

The Mistress now showing her teeth towards the woman she had so lovingly comforted and held throughout the months-long ordeal,  Rose recoiled.  Noting the circumstances of her enslavement to them was procured through similar circumstance she was no longer comfortable being bound in front of them!  Struggling momentarily before being told to stay still. 

Her back had been facing the door and she did not notice the various men who had filed into the room.  They stood 3 side by side with their naked blackness and enlarged penises ranging from 9 to 12 inches!  The older woman continued to speak. 

“When Candy told me about you we knew you were perfect.  You are betrothed, now husband’s fortune, as well as his Day to Day activities, is controlled by one of us already.  Which you would have known were you not such a racist slut!”

Smacking the woman for emphasis the Mayor’s wife stood directly over the stunned woman’s face before dropping her full weight directly down onto it!  Rose hadn’t believed she could be surprised any longer.  Having gained control over these women’s urges with her tongue and compliance over time she had become confident in her own way.  But she was wrong! Slurping at the older woman’s folds unable to speak her case and unfamiliar with her Mistress Mayor’s smothering pink holes idiosyncrasies left her confused and profusely wet!  The fact that Rose was not that woman anymore didn’t matter as Mistress Mayor ground her pussy hard onto her entire face.  Spilling it’s lubricants from her forehead to her chin and verbally assaulting the woman as she did!

At that moment Rose realized how much she had grown to love licking her black master’s pussy until she was satisfied.  How much she longed to make her happy.  She would not be able to speak her case as long as her tongue was engaged in drinking in the other woman’s sweet aroma so she did the best that she could with her tongue.  Settling the woman upon it even as Rose’s own orgasmic humiliation had her dripping upon the Hardwood floor.  The other women all commented that Rose must have been enjoying herself while flicking their fingers across her clitoris and laughing.  It made her orgasms more intense and there was no way or place to hide the fact she loved the treatment and attention she was receiving!

     She felt the hands parting her legs and she opened them wide like her Mistress Candy had conditioned her to do.  In anticipation of one of the women smacking, fingering, or maybe licking it for her past transgressions against them.  When the strange cock filled Rose’s now tightly clasped wet womb she was unable to yell so she thrust her tongue deep into her lover!  The Mayor’s wife 2nd orgasm now speeding down the throat as Rose shook inside of her own body from the pain and pleasure of her pussy being stretched far, wide, and good!  It was good to feel dick again!  Especially one so much larger than her husbands!    

When the Mayor’s wife stood up allowing Rose to see the black intruder as well as the camera recording the moment she smiled nervously.  Another man lifted her shoulders off the floor as the man inside of her began to rise from his knees, keeping himself inside of her!  She felt herself being pulled by gravity and her hungry pussy downward onto him by the gravitational switch.  Stretching her insides with his massive cock delved into her further than any man before!  The other man standing behind her pressed his huge cock towards her tiny hole until her panic became plausible and her legs, now wrapped around this chocolate man who was plugging her underused pussy became tense. 

“Relax whore.”  One of the seated women said to her.  “It is going inside of you either way.”

Which was exactly when it did, Rose screamed as she felt both cocks inside of her, rubbing together separated only by her!   Her arms were still bound as she was bounced between the two black men like a rag doll glued between their legs.  Her ass was split wide from this unforgiving black cock.  It was twice the size of the toys her Mistress Candy used on her.  She knew she would barely be able to stand later but didn’t care for the moment as she was experiencing the greatest orgasm of her lifetime!  

“Mistress I’m sorry.” She said deviously enjoying her ride.

“I changed.  I was a miserable fucking whore.  Oh….” Her voice trailed off as the man slammed her hard and deep. 

“But I love eating your Latina pussy and I love big black dick”.

She repeated the phrase over and over into the camera.  Hoping her Mistress would see the tape and understand how much she loved her now!  She was a different woman than the bitch who mistreated them all!  Over and over as the black men pressed her ass and vagina to the limit Rose thought of how the tape must look.  Hoped her Mistress Candy would use it against her and use her for her own satisfaction!.  She didn’t want it to stop.  The long spankings and lashings.  The pounding her pussy was taking now.  The training.  None of it!         

Looking towards the camera, she egged the two studs on verbally until the man in her ass came with full force!  His semen slightly easing her pain.  One of the women immediately dropped to her knees, licking the sweet crème from between her cheeks and sending Rose into another mind-bending release!  Another used a handy wipe followed by her mouth to suck the remaining cum from the man’s rapidly softening cock, reversing the trend before jumping on top of him herself!  And the first black man ever inside of her pink pussy was coming inside of her!  That was the last thing she remembered before passing out. 

She awoke to her cell phone ringing.  Her husband asked her was she on her way home as he had to fly out of town on last-minute business.  She lied and said yes, but he told her not to rush as he was leaving immediately and would be back in two weeks.  She had cum dripping out her cunt and some dried around her mouth.  She didn’t hear where he was going but felt as if her sore ass may need that long to recover!  She said she loved him and hung up the phone.  

After hanging up the room door opened.  The Manservant handed her a glass of water and a Morning After Pill.  After swallowing the pill and emptying the glass he handed her a note that read.

     Congratulations!  You are Halfway through!

You enjoyed your graduation ceremony so much I didn’t get to say goodbye.  What a slut!  Candy has loaned you to me to complete your training.  You will stay here the next two days while until your anus recovers since we are not monsters!   Sampson will provide everything you need including applying a creme to it for you that will help you heal.  You will not talk to him, just obey.  Your husband will be gone for two weeks and so will I.  Don’t worry about your outside life, it will be waiting for you when you are finished here.  It has all been arranged and accounted for.      

MM.

As Sampson lowered his pants she realized her predicament was the same as it ever was.