Aramis
03-16-2003, 8:12 PM
I was on my hands and knees, licking the bare feet of Ms. Briggs, the AFrican American executive assistant to the Chairwoman of a committee I also served on. Now the Chair, Ms. Lee, walked in on my humiliation and was overjoyed to hear of my "your humble servant" sign-offs on some previous correspondence. I had also written it on emails to Ms. Lee as well. Ms. Lee spoke of a trip she was going to take to Kenya, and thought it a grand opportunity for me to learn first hand what it meant to be a different colored skin slave in a foreign land!
"But first we have to find out if this boy can take a beating," Ms. Lee said. "Any honky who wants to dust off my shoes has got to be strong, and able to handle some abuse at the hands of an angry black woman!" She undid the belt from her slacks, folded it over into a sort of loop, and cracked the insides together like my dad used to before he whupped me years ago.
"Now white bread, don't you go stoppin' paying respect to Ms. Briggs here! You keep licking and when I whip you, I want to hear you say 'thank you, may I have another.' Got it, whitey?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"You mean, 'Yes, Master,'" she corrected me.
"Yes, Master."
"Gooood! Now return to your foot lickin, and I'll get to my ass whippin'!"
Ms. Briggs laughed and laughed at my predicament. She said, "Ms. Lee, what a great idea! And when you're done, let's change places! He DOES have a talented tongue. Seems to enjoy what he's doin'. As he should."
"As he should," Ms. Lee said, preparing herself behind my backside, out of my perview. "It's a privilege and an honor to use your tongue to clean the soles of a black lady's feet, honky idiot. Now get ready for some pain, which I will greatly enjoy inflicting on you!"
Ms. Lee lit into my rear end with her belt. It was not a wide belt, but it hurt because she was strong, and she was close at hand, and she whipped me in quick succession. It was hard to keep up with her, saying, "Thank you Master may I have another," but I did the best I could, whilst still worshipping the sexy, plump, dominant feet before my face. Ms. Briggs kept laughing, saying, "This is great! This is great!"
To be continued (so I don't get logged off yet!)
"But first we have to find out if this boy can take a beating," Ms. Lee said. "Any honky who wants to dust off my shoes has got to be strong, and able to handle some abuse at the hands of an angry black woman!" She undid the belt from her slacks, folded it over into a sort of loop, and cracked the insides together like my dad used to before he whupped me years ago.
"Now white bread, don't you go stoppin' paying respect to Ms. Briggs here! You keep licking and when I whip you, I want to hear you say 'thank you, may I have another.' Got it, whitey?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"You mean, 'Yes, Master,'" she corrected me.
"Yes, Master."
"Gooood! Now return to your foot lickin, and I'll get to my ass whippin'!"
Ms. Briggs laughed and laughed at my predicament. She said, "Ms. Lee, what a great idea! And when you're done, let's change places! He DOES have a talented tongue. Seems to enjoy what he's doin'. As he should."
"As he should," Ms. Lee said, preparing herself behind my backside, out of my perview. "It's a privilege and an honor to use your tongue to clean the soles of a black lady's feet, honky idiot. Now get ready for some pain, which I will greatly enjoy inflicting on you!"
Ms. Lee lit into my rear end with her belt. It was not a wide belt, but it hurt because she was strong, and she was close at hand, and she whipped me in quick succession. It was hard to keep up with her, saying, "Thank you Master may I have another," but I did the best I could, whilst still worshipping the sexy, plump, dominant feet before my face. Ms. Briggs kept laughing, saying, "This is great! This is great!"
To be continued (so I don't get logged off yet!)