Aramis
02-17-2003, 8:43 AM
(In the interests of actually moving the story along, and getting it out there, I may try to write shorter segments. We'll see how it goes. Thanks for the kind encouraging words so far after Parts 1 and 2)
I kept up my kissing of the sole of my Master's bare black foot and Keesha Lawrence returned. Without being told, I placed my hands behind my back and Keesha bound them behind me. I was a prisoner. Then she tied my ankles together, so I would not be able to walk. I kept up my kissing, though at this point, Master shucked off the shoe from her other foot and presented it to my slaving face. So I let go of the first foot (which she then rested on my shoulder) and held the second foot, and resumed my kissing.
It was right after that I saw the flash. And another and another, accompanied by gales of laughter. Keesha was taking pictures of us. I was a dead man now, always open to blackmail and proof of my transgression. My parents could find out! Any prospective employer could find out! She really did own me now.
"Make sure those go in his permanent file," my Master ordered with a chuckle. "Now, Keesha, take off your belt, and introduce it to Mr. Cole's backside!"
"With pleasure, Ms. Lambert," she said with relish. I heard the uncoupling of a belt buckle. I then felt her hands grab my shirt, from the back, and something with a blade cut my shirt away, exposing my back as she moved the shredded garment off to the left and right sides. She must have grabbed some scissors or a utility knife when she had got the rope.
"Slave, you're going to start paying for all the suffering your race and your sex have brought on my race and my sex. As your ancestors beat my ancestors, we are going to beat you. We are going to make you a real slave, with no thought other than how to please me, or Keesha, or any sister. You are going to know pain, and we are going to enjoy inflicting it on you. You are going to know humiliation, and we are going to have orgasms while we humiliate you. You are going to be taught your place in life, and you will thank me for the privilege. Right, whitey? Right?"
"Yes Master."
"Now don't you miss a beat while Keesha warms you up. Beat him, Keesha!"
"With all my heart," she answered. Though it was awkward for her to hit my back with my hands tied behind my back, she still hit me where she could, including my arms. I still had slacks on, covering my butt, but she still let the belt fly on my rear end as well. I remained on my knees, which were getting VERY sore, and kept kissing the sole of my Master's foot.
So there I was, a white male on his knees, tied up, worshipping the naked sole of a forty year old black woman while a younger black woman beat me from behind.
My Master sighed. "I just love it when whitey gets his come-uppance. Slave, I want you to thank Keesha for every stroke and ask for another."
Shades of the fraternity initiation scene in "Animal House.
Keesha was hitting me harder now, as she got warmed up. So now I had to follow each blow with, "Thank you Ma'am, may I have another?" All while kissing my Master's lovely demanding feet.
At last Keesha's arm tired. Ms. Lambert's or should I say my Master's legs got tired of being elevated. She had more work to do, that did not involve me. She put her shoes back on.
"Slave, thank me for taking you as my slave. Kiss my shoes ten times each." Then she pushed herself away in her chair on wheels. She traveled about 5 feet away or so. I moved toward her, and fell on my chest.
"Grovel to me, boy," she growled. I inched toward her waiting feet on my stomach. It hurt. I reached her and kissed her shoes as ordered, thanking her.
"Now thank Keesha. And ask her to get us a real whip for the next time."
Keesha was now standing in a far corner of the office, smiling broadly. She let the belt dangle from her left hand. I slowly groveled over to her, as she taunted me, saying, "Crawl to me, white boy! Crawl like the piece of crap you are! Crawl to your betters!"
When I reached her, she bent down and held the belt before my face. "Kiss this belt that made you suffer," she ordered. "Kiss it and say thank you for giving me the beating I so richly deserve."
"Thank you belt for giving me the beating I so richly deserve," I obeyed, kissing the belt once or twice. Then she began to put it back on. Before me were her pumps.
"Now kiss my feet ten times each and ask for the whip next time!"
I kissed her shoes, clad in nice brown pumps with medium high heels, and begged, "Thank you for the honor of kissing your shoes and for being beaten by you with your belt. Please use a whip to beat me next time."
After finishing the appointed task, she put one of her feet right on top of my prostrate head and pressed down. My face was pushed into the floor.
She said, "I am so glad you are going to be a student at Caledonia College. There is so much you are going to learn here that you never imagined when you applied for admission!"
Shortly after this I was freed and had to go on my way. I completed the rest of my registration process in other rooms and buildings on campus. She was right, I was going to get a real education. It was only the beginning!
I kept up my kissing of the sole of my Master's bare black foot and Keesha Lawrence returned. Without being told, I placed my hands behind my back and Keesha bound them behind me. I was a prisoner. Then she tied my ankles together, so I would not be able to walk. I kept up my kissing, though at this point, Master shucked off the shoe from her other foot and presented it to my slaving face. So I let go of the first foot (which she then rested on my shoulder) and held the second foot, and resumed my kissing.
It was right after that I saw the flash. And another and another, accompanied by gales of laughter. Keesha was taking pictures of us. I was a dead man now, always open to blackmail and proof of my transgression. My parents could find out! Any prospective employer could find out! She really did own me now.
"Make sure those go in his permanent file," my Master ordered with a chuckle. "Now, Keesha, take off your belt, and introduce it to Mr. Cole's backside!"
"With pleasure, Ms. Lambert," she said with relish. I heard the uncoupling of a belt buckle. I then felt her hands grab my shirt, from the back, and something with a blade cut my shirt away, exposing my back as she moved the shredded garment off to the left and right sides. She must have grabbed some scissors or a utility knife when she had got the rope.
"Slave, you're going to start paying for all the suffering your race and your sex have brought on my race and my sex. As your ancestors beat my ancestors, we are going to beat you. We are going to make you a real slave, with no thought other than how to please me, or Keesha, or any sister. You are going to know pain, and we are going to enjoy inflicting it on you. You are going to know humiliation, and we are going to have orgasms while we humiliate you. You are going to be taught your place in life, and you will thank me for the privilege. Right, whitey? Right?"
"Yes Master."
"Now don't you miss a beat while Keesha warms you up. Beat him, Keesha!"
"With all my heart," she answered. Though it was awkward for her to hit my back with my hands tied behind my back, she still hit me where she could, including my arms. I still had slacks on, covering my butt, but she still let the belt fly on my rear end as well. I remained on my knees, which were getting VERY sore, and kept kissing the sole of my Master's foot.
So there I was, a white male on his knees, tied up, worshipping the naked sole of a forty year old black woman while a younger black woman beat me from behind.
My Master sighed. "I just love it when whitey gets his come-uppance. Slave, I want you to thank Keesha for every stroke and ask for another."
Shades of the fraternity initiation scene in "Animal House.
Keesha was hitting me harder now, as she got warmed up. So now I had to follow each blow with, "Thank you Ma'am, may I have another?" All while kissing my Master's lovely demanding feet.
At last Keesha's arm tired. Ms. Lambert's or should I say my Master's legs got tired of being elevated. She had more work to do, that did not involve me. She put her shoes back on.
"Slave, thank me for taking you as my slave. Kiss my shoes ten times each." Then she pushed herself away in her chair on wheels. She traveled about 5 feet away or so. I moved toward her, and fell on my chest.
"Grovel to me, boy," she growled. I inched toward her waiting feet on my stomach. It hurt. I reached her and kissed her shoes as ordered, thanking her.
"Now thank Keesha. And ask her to get us a real whip for the next time."
Keesha was now standing in a far corner of the office, smiling broadly. She let the belt dangle from her left hand. I slowly groveled over to her, as she taunted me, saying, "Crawl to me, white boy! Crawl like the piece of crap you are! Crawl to your betters!"
When I reached her, she bent down and held the belt before my face. "Kiss this belt that made you suffer," she ordered. "Kiss it and say thank you for giving me the beating I so richly deserve."
"Thank you belt for giving me the beating I so richly deserve," I obeyed, kissing the belt once or twice. Then she began to put it back on. Before me were her pumps.
"Now kiss my feet ten times each and ask for the whip next time!"
I kissed her shoes, clad in nice brown pumps with medium high heels, and begged, "Thank you for the honor of kissing your shoes and for being beaten by you with your belt. Please use a whip to beat me next time."
After finishing the appointed task, she put one of her feet right on top of my prostrate head and pressed down. My face was pushed into the floor.
She said, "I am so glad you are going to be a student at Caledonia College. There is so much you are going to learn here that you never imagined when you applied for admission!"
Shortly after this I was freed and had to go on my way. I completed the rest of my registration process in other rooms and buildings on campus. She was right, I was going to get a real education. It was only the beginning!