THE BLACK MADAME Part 5 - Miss Jean’s Houseboy After the party at Mistress Angela's house I had thought my humiliation complete. I had been spanked by Madame in front of her friends and their slaves, including my wife, who also witnessed me being sodomised by her own Mistress, Miss Dianna, a young black student at my school who took enormous delight in fucking my ass with her dildo. How could things get any worse? I learned the next day as I knelt before my Mistress, my ass still on fire from the previous evening. My wife was to become Mistress Dianna's permanent slave, as I was to become Mistress Jean's. I was to resign from the school and sell all my worldly possessions, the money to be split between Mistress Jean and Mistress Dianna. "Do you have any objections, slave?" asked my Mistress. Looking up into her beautiful black face, I wanted to demand my life back, but she intimidated me far too much now. I realized, with sadness, that my old life had gone forever. I was in Miss Jean's power, and I no longer had the means to escape her. I was genuinely afraid of her. Oddly, a large part of me also wanted to serve her, and I felt life would be much simpler with this woman to rule over my every waking moment. "No, Madame." She seemed pleased with my reply, if not surprised. I was glad my daughter, Amanda, had recently left home. "Good, slave. I want you to attend to your affairs immediately, and when you return I expect to see a large check made out to me. You will then become my personal houseboy, and we'll see about removing that horrible restrainer." My heart leapt. I hadn't been allowed to cum in over a week now, and remembered the glorious pleasure at Miss Jean’s hands. I was desperate for a relief that I now totally depended on my Mistress to provide, she holding the only key to the device that kept my penis restrained. Bending to kiss the toes of her high heels, I was dismissed and left on my final act of freedom. My house sold remarkably quickly, to a black couple who I suspected had been informed of the bargain by Mistress Jean, and the young newly-married black woman insisted I scrub the house from top to bottom before she moved in. I soon disposed of all our possessions and cars. I was ordered to deliver all my wife's sexy underwear to Mistress Dianna, and couldn't help wondering how Susan had reacted to the change in our lifestyle. Remembering my wife's soft body, I envied the young vixen who relieved me of her lingerie with a condescending smile. She had enjoyed fucking my ass, but I think she enjoyed fucking my wife more, as she seemed partial to pussy. I didn't expect I would ever again enjoy my wife's pussy - or any other woman's pussy, in the conventional manner. I was finally able to present myself to Miss Jean again, with mixed feelings. I knew that my last chance of freedom lay before me, but the hold Madame held over me was complete, and I didn't seriously contemplate disobeying her. The month on my own had seemed like an eternity, and I realized with surprise how much I missed my Mistress. I had almost had two "wet dreams," dreaming that my face was buried in her wonderful black ass, but the cruel restrainer she had locked on my cock prevented any release. Mistress seemed pleased and welcomed me back with a solid spanking, having happily pocketed my life savings. There would be a party that weekend, she informed me, where I could serve her friends and celebrate my new status as a black woman’s slave. As the weekend approached I was kept busy preparing Miss Jean’s large home for her guests. Everything had to be scrubbed and dusted, polished and shined. Madame made sure I did not slack, making frequent inspection tours and handing out swift, harsh punishment if she felt anything was not up to standard. Of course, Miss Jean was above cleaning, a job she stated was ideally suited to white sissy-boys, and she spent her days in leisure, only working up a sweat when she punished my incompetence. In the evenings I would kneel between her thick thighs, pleasuring her pussy with my experienced tongue whilst she watched television. Her promise to remove my restrainer seemed forgotten, and I dared not remind her. My frustration grew day by day, exasperated by the presence of my beautiful, sexy owner. By Saturday morning everything was ready. I glowed with pride as, kneeling before her, Mistress told me she was happy with my housework, and chuckled as she said I’d make a fine wife. "And now that the house is in order, we’d better make a start on getting you ready, sissy." Madame drove me to her own beauty salon, where I spent several embarrassing hours being 'prettified' by the colored female staff. My fingernails and toenails were all manicured and painted in a deep pink color. My hair, by now quite long, was cut and styled in a very feminine look, and my eyebrows were plucked and shaped. Most embarrassing, the owner of the salon, Miss Alison, lay me face-up over her lap and shaved off my pubic hair, saying that my Mistress wanted me smooth all over. Much to her amusement I began to cry at the symbolic removal of my last shred of masculinity, and the other ladies came over to laugh at my profound shame. It seemed to me the final proof that Madame did not consider me a real man. To do the job properly Miss Jean had provided Miss Alison with the key to my restrainer. When it was removed my penis sprang quickly to full erection. This provided even more amusement. A very young, and very pretty, assistant of around 15 was asked to come and look at her first white dick. Approaching, she stood by my head, where I was able to get a close look at her tight denim-clad crotch. "Doesn’t it get no bigger?" asked the young innocent. There was wild laughter all around as I continued to lie across Miss Alison’s lap. I was by now well acquainted with the cruelty of black women to white men, but it didn’t get any easier. "Oh no, honey, that’s as big as he’s ever likely to get." laughed one of the beauticians. "He’s probably outdoing himself, sugar, what with that leather restrainer being locked on him so long." laughed another of the ladies. The young girl reached out and took me in her hand. "But I can wrap my fingers right around him. I ain’t never been able to do that to no man before!" "Lori, that’s no man there! And you’ve never touched white meat before anyway, have you?" My heart was pounding. The girl’s hand, simply wrapped around my cock, was bringing me close to orgasm. I wanted so much to cum, but was terrified of the shame, and the consequences. "Careful there, girl. That little white cock looks like it’s enjoying itself too much. We don’t want it spitting at us, now do we?" I gritted my teeth in frustration as Miss Lori removed her hand from my erection. "He’s actually not too bad, for a white boy," put in Miss Alison kindly, "I’ve seen a couple, and he’s about average." "Average?" asked Miss Lori, incredulously, and began to laugh herself. "Well, I’m glad I ain’t never messed about with no white boys. I couldn’t have kept my face straight, that’s a fact." Miss Alison finished shaving me, and asked one of the appreciative crowd to fetch her a bag of ice. Miss Lori hurried to get one, and when she returned it was placed on my rock-hard cock. I half expected a loud sizzling noise as my hot erection was quickly reduced to its even smaller flaccid size, and I was locked up once again in my hated restrainer. Miss Jean returned to collect me, many long hours later. I was made to go around each member of staff and thank them very much for their attention. Miss Lori laughed in my face and dismissed me with the most contemptuous look I have ever seen. By contrast, Miss Alison took my face between her hands and kissed me long and hard, slipping her tongue into my mouth. I struggled to keep my hands by my sides, knowing that it was not my place to respond as I desperately wanted by pulling the sexy black woman into my arms. My cock tried to erect as she pushed her body into mine, but the arousal only caused me pain. When she released me she winked. "See you tonight, sissy," she smiled, knowing exactly how much she had frustrated me and clearly enjoying her power. Back home, Miss Jean did my makeup. I had expected to be made to look like a slut, but the pale pink lipstick, which matched my nail varnish, made me look more like a young teenaged girl. The theme was confirmed when Miss Jean produced my outfit for the night - a pink and white cheerleader’s uniform. The only alteration, it seemed, was that I would be required to wear pink 3" stiletto’s over the short socks, rather than sneakers. And my skirt was much shorter than the girls at school wore! I was made to first don a very brief and sexy bra and panty set in white satin, over which my cheerleader’s dress snugly fitted. I was then given some cheerleading instruction from my Mistress. It was so embarrassing, but I wanted to please my owner and was a quick learner, having been watching the cheerleaders at school for over 10 years. "Now remember, sissy. When the chant is 'Fuck the Bitch, Fuck the Bitch, Harder, Harder!' what do you do?" "I sway my hips from side to side in time to the ‘Fuck the Bitch’ part, Madame. And I grind my ass in a wide circle at each 'Harder.'" "Well done, sissy. Now, keep practicing while I get myself ready. I don’t want you to let me down tonight!" Despite the humiliation, I knew I also didn’t want to let my Mistress down. I wanted her to be proud of me. I also wanted to avoid her punishment. THE END OF BLACK MADAME - PART 5