THE BLACK MADAME Part 6 - The Finale Although still reluctant to humiliate myself before other black ladies, I had by now plenty of practice, and expected that I would be able to serve my Mistress’ guests competently. I managed to retain my composure when I welcomed the first guests, Mistress Angela and Mistress Debra, dropping a perfect curtsey and prostrating myself at their feet to ask permission to kiss their shoes. Shortly afterwards, Mistress Dianna turned up, with my wife on a leash, but I managed to greet the young domina with submissive respect, trying to avoid my wife's ashamed eyes. My wife’s arms were bound behind her back, and she wore an extremely short, white dress which displayed three or four inches of soft thigh above her virginal white stocking tops. My heart missed a beat as I thought I caught a glance of bare pussy under her skirt, but I was allowed no time to stare as Miss Dianna led her off behind her, tottering on white 4" high heels, with a dismissive glance at me. I was bracing myself for Mistress Pauline, Miss Jean's 19 year old niece who had brutally taken my "virginity" with her strap-on early in my training. She had cause to hate me, as I had to admit I had treated her, and her colored friends, badly at school, and she had tortured me with enthusiasm. I had expected her to arrive with her friend, Mistress Cindy, who had given me a sound thrashing after Miss Pauline had finished raping my ass, or even with her mother, Ms. Veronica, who also had witnessed my slide into slavery, and had dealt a harsh beating to my ass. I was shocked, however, when she appeared on the doorstep with a tall, powerful looking black man. Mistress Jean had been watching closely for this moment. She knew I was now broken to her will, but was keen to see my humiliation in the presence of a real man, not a white wimp like I'd been exposed to at the last month's gathering. I felt myself flush deeply, and was acutely conscious, beneath his grinning gaze, of how ridiculous I looked. I found myself unconsciously pressing my smooth legs together, trying to make my short skirt longer. Trying to look less sexy! "Welcome, Miss Pauline, and...er...Sir. I am Sweet Sissy." Blushing, I dropped a nervous curtsey to them both, trying to ignore their cruel grins. I tried to cover my embarrassment by kneeling to kiss Mistress Pauline's shiny boots, then with only slight hesitation, the black man's. "Why, thank you, Sweet Sissy. But I think Master Michael would like to be greeted by a kiss from that lovely mouth of yours." I looked at Mistress Pauline in astonishment. I had never kissed a man before, and had absolutely no interest in doing so. I would gladly have kissed the beautiful Pauline, who's forbidden lips taunted me beneath their glossy lipstick. From the corner of my eye I noticed a stern look crossing Miss Jean’s face, and realized that I would face her wrath very shortly if I failed to obey. Approaching the grinning man, I saw that, even in my high heels, I would have to stand on my toes to reach his mouth. Fighting the feeling of revulsion in the pit of my stomach I stretched my neck and pressed my pink lips to his. He returned my kiss with passion, parting my lips and inserting his tongue deep inside my mouth. I felt his hand grasp the back of my head, and his other arm reached around behind me, under my short skirt to slip beneath my brief panties to caress my bare bottom with a large, unmistakably male hand. A finger brushed against my clenched asshole and I heard him chuckle. Miss Pauline was looking at me triumphantly as her boyfriend broke off the kiss. "That was very sweet, sissy boy," he said, as I tried to regain my composure, "Perhaps I’ll feel those soft lips around my cock later?" I was shocked, and looked to my Mistress for support. I was her slave, I was not a fag, had never before had any homosexual leanings. I could never suck another man’s cock. My heart sank as Miss Jean simply winked before turning to converse with Miss Debra. "See you later, slut." said Miss Pauline, leaving me to welcome some new arrivals - two young black men! It then became accepted practice that each man was greeted with a loving kiss from me. I had to fix my lipstick several times, and lost count of the number of fingers which pushed themselves into my ass. Pretty soon the house was filled with Miss Jean’s friends. The majority of the guests were black men and women, but several white slaves had been brought along for entertainment. I noticed Mistress Dianna standing talking to a middle-aged black couple, and could see that her hand was under my wife’s short skirt, absent mindedly frigging her pussy as she conversed. My wife submissively accepted her young owner’s attentions, and in fact I was sure I saw several sighs of pleasure escape her lips. I felt brief jealousy, before I was down at the feet of a couple of late arrivals. I was eventually called to help serve drinks, and spent the next few hours fetching and serving. Tonight’s roles seemed well defined - three white slavegirls, including my wife, were there to provide pleasure to any Master or Mistress who desired it, and the five houseboys, including myself, were there to serve the food and drinks. We were kept very busy, and I desperately strove to avoid catching the eye of any of the men. Even I could see that the evening was going to be a roaring success. The guests were all enjoying themselves immensely, and I saw that, for a few of them, this was their first taste of putting whites in their place. One young girl, attending with her mother, was very hesitant at first, as she looked to be a sensitive, caring person who was alarmed at the abuse being meted out to fellow human beings. Within an hour, though, she was joyously whipping the upturned ass of one of the slavegirls - who I overheard had been a bitchy classmate of the black girl’s, and who had tried to steal her boyfriend a few weeks previously. The young schoolgirl - Miss Rachel, I later discovered - soon accepted the common view that white slaves are not really 'people' and, as such, she need show no concern for their welfare. And yet another black female discovers the joys of domination, I thought cynically, and began to wonder just how widespread this lifestyle was amongst the black community. As the evening drew on, Mistress Jean called me over, informing me that it was my turn to provide some entertainment. I was told to get up on the coffee table. Mistress then produced the key to my restrainer and proceeded to free my imprisoned cock. My joy was tempered with trepidation - I knew that, whatever was planned, it was unlikely that I’d enjoy it. Handing me my twin pom-poms, Miss Jean ordered me to begin my routine. Conversations around the room faltered and ceased as the guests turned to view the spectacle of a middle-aged white male sports teacher putting on a sexy cheerleading show for them. Forcing my pink lips into a wide smile, I began to move my body as required. I knew I couldn’t kick my legs up as high as the girls at school, but the guests seemed to enjoy the show, especially when my little white panties were glimpsed below my swirling skirt. I dropped one of the pom-poms once, and Miss Rachel handed it up to me with a smile. She was now thoroughly enjoying the revelations the party had to offer. I felt my stiff cock straining through the front of my panties, and it formed a little tent as my skirt was pushed out a few inches at the front. The routine lasted only 15 minutes or so, but it seemed to me like a lifetime. Most disturbing was the appreciative looks I drew from the men, and I began to understand how women could be offended when they were regarded as 'sex objects.' When I’d finished there was warm applause, and Miss Jean herself handed me a glass of cool water, smiling her approval at me as I recovered from my exertions. I felt vastly relieved that she was pleased, but knew more torment was to come. "Assume the sissy-display position, Mr. Law," commanded Miss Jean, relieving me of the water. I hastened to obey, spreading my legs wide, back straight, backs of hands on hips and eyes lowered. I pushed my crotch forward, and, unbidden, my little white dick suddenly freed itself from its silky prison and pushed forward from under my skirt, going on display for all to enjoy. Madame was delighted, this couldn’t have been planned better, and there were loud whoops of ridicule from her friends. I remained the center of attention for another 10 minutes or so, listening while everyone made comments about how cute I looked in my sexy uniform, or how little my sissy dick was and how ridiculous I looked trying to impress everyone with it. Miss Rachel, after some encouragement from her mother, reached out and gave my cock a couple of very hard smacks with her hand, which brought tears to my eyes. I heard Miss Dianna say, in a loud voice, that she felt sorry for my wife, which brought more laughter as everyone turned to look at my 36 year old spouse, still tethered to the end of Dianna’s leash. "Why don’t one of you men show my bitch what she’s been missing?" asked Miss Dianna. Several men stepped forward at once, obviously keen to fuck my wife’s pussy, which by now was soaking wet, having been softly stroked by her Mistress’s experienced hand for most of the night. There was some light hearted argument amongst the studs as to who should do the honors. "Oh, you can all fuck my bitch," laughed the young goddess, enjoying the look of horrified acceptance now settling over my wife’s lovely features. "We just have to decide who gets to go first!" My Mistress then looked up at me with a malicious smile on her lips and took charge of the proceedings. "We should let Sweet Sissy decide who gets to fuck his slut wife," she said. All eyes were suddenly back on me, not least of all my wife’s. "Sissy, I want you to go and give a sexy kiss to the man you think should take your wife’s virginity!" instructed my Mistress. Looking down at the crowd, I knew I had no choice but to obey. I stepped down from the coffee table and approached the first man in the crowd, who I recognized as Master Michael. He grinned down at me but made no move to bring me to him. This I’d have to do myself. Reaching up, I pressed my pink lips to his, steeling myself for the tongue that I correctly guessed would quickly follow. It was a brief kiss, and I was sent back to my position on the coffee table as he took my wife’s leash from Miss Dianna’s hands. "Take my cock out and give me head, bitch." I heard him say as he forced my wife to her knees before him. Desperately, I hoped my wife would refuse, but watched in sadness as she released his monster - without doubt the biggest cock I’d ever seen, even bigger than the dildo’s that had been used on me by Miss Pauline and Miss Dianna. I wanted to close my eyes, but couldn’t tear them away as I watched her give an expert blow job to the large Negro. Miss Alison started the chant, which began softly before being taken up by the crowd. "Suck his cock! Suck his cock! Harder! Harder!" It slowly dawned on me that this was my cue. "Suck his cock! Suck his cock! Harder! Harder!" Miss Jean looked up at me and raised an eyebrow in expectation. I heard a girlish laugh of glee from Miss Rachel as I began to move my hips in time to the chanting. "Suck his cock! Suck his cock!" I swayed my hips from side to side. "Harder! Harder!" I grinded my ass in a circle. I was the embodiment of the sexy white cheerleader. Except I was not encouraging a team. I was encouraging my wife to suck a black man’s monster penis. I tried to remember the last time my cock has been in a woman’s mouth. Many months ago, it seemed. Trudi Simpson, the head teacher’s obliging young 16 year old daughter. And the one who had, indirectly, gotten me into this mess. I noticed the chants begin to change. "Fuck the bitch! Fuck the bitch! Harder! Harder!" In my reverie I hadn’t noticed that my wife was now on her back. Her hands had been released, and they were wrapped around the stud’s muscular back, just as her legs, encased in their white stockings, were wrapped tightly around his waist. I could hear her gasping in pleasure above the chants of the crowd as Master Michael thrust manfully into her, providing her with a thorough, expert fucking. "Fuck the bitch! Fuck the bitch! Harder! Harder!" I ground my sexy ass from side to side, hands clasped firmly behind my head. It was a nightmare and I longed to wake up from it. There were seven black men at the party, and all of them took their turn fucking my willing wife, one after the other. At one time she had a cock up her pussy, another in her mouth, and one in each hand. Two of the men came in her mouth. She swallowed every drop of one of them, but the other pulled out and sprayed his thick cum all over her naked breasts. She had orgasm after orgasm, and I would never have believed my wife could have behaved so lewdly. The ladies present congratulated Miss Dianna on her slave’s training, compliments that made the young domina beam with pride. When the final man had been sated Miss Jean beckoned me down from my pedestal. "It’s time you thanked the gentlemen for giving your wife such pleasure, Mr. Law." "Yes, Madame." I groaned inwardly as I approached the first man, aware that everyone was watching me with interest. "Sir, please allow me to thank you for fucking my wife." The young stud looked at me with clear contempt. "Your wife’s got a nice, tight pussy, white boy. Or she used to, anyway, till me and the brothers stretched it for her." He laughed. I went around each man, respectfully thanking them for pleasuring my wife. My heart skipped a beat when I approached the last one, Master Michael. "Sir," I began hesitantly, "Please allow me to thank you for fucking my wife." "Well, it was no problem, Sweet Sissy. The bitch obviously needed a proper fucking, since your sorry ass was incapable of it." I dropped a curtsey, and was about to take my leave when he froze my heart. "What about that blow job you promised me, sexy lips?" I looked at him, dreading what was to come. "I...I can’t. Please don’t ask me." I will never forget the look of anger that suddenly crossed his face. He reached out and grabbed me by the neck, and dragged me over to the sofa. Sitting down, he pulled me, struggling ineffectively against his strength, over his knee. "I’ll teach you to refuse me, you little slut." I felt him pulling down my satin panties, as his other hand firmly held my arms together behind my back. "Take this, white boy." I gasped in astonishment as the first blow came down on my naked ass. The pain seemed to shoot throughout my body and, had I not been forcibly held down, I would have leapt 6 feet into the air. Before I could recover another blow landed, then another. My world seemed to suddenly crystallize as everything became clear. It was like a dream sequence from a movie. I could see myself, stretched across Master Michael’s lap, receiving a severe spanking on my tender white ass. My feet, in their pink stiletto’s, waved in the air in useless protest. My wife watched, through heavy eyelids, still recovering from her own sexual pleasures. My Mistress, fondling young Miss Rachel's slim neck, watched my final humiliation with satisfaction; the sounds of my sobbing was music to her ears. She bent to whisper something to Miss Rachel, and the young girl laughed shyly. Before I knew it I was kneeling between Master Michael’s legs, releasing his hardening cock from his pants. There was no hesitation as I bent my head to take him between my pink lips. Miss Alison was enjoying herself with Miss Cindy, both locked in a deep embrace that excluded all others, whilst a houseboy fetched her strap-on dildo. Miss Pauline, similarly, was kissing one of the black men, enjoying the attentions of another of the houseboys who had his head up under her skirt and was worshipping her young ass. Miss Angela sat down on a slavegirl’s face, throwing her head back in pleasure as the white girl’s educated tongue began its work. Miss Dianna grabbed Miss Rachel’s white classmate and ordered her to service her pussy, as two houseboys knelt at her feet, each taking a big toe into their mouth as the 17 year old lay back to enjoy the sensations the white schoolgirl was producing in her pussy. I gently sucked on Master Michael’s fully erect cock, running my tongue up and down its massive length, teasing it with soft bites. I could feel him begin to throb. Three of the men had disappeared into one of the bedrooms, pulling my wife behind them. Thick cum was dripping down her thighs, staining the tops of her stockings. She seemed eager for more black dick, even though her pussy was throbbing from the previous attentions of the black men. Before Susan disappeared into the bedroom she glanced back at me briefly, pity and scorn mixed equally in her beautiful blue eyes. Master Michael fired his seed into my mouth, holding the back of my head to ensure I swallowed it all. I did my best, but was unable to prevent some escaping, which dribbled out the corner of my widely stretched mouth, down onto my chin. I heard the sighs of pleasure all around me, mixed with the strong groans from my Master above me. The party was turning into an orgy, with ebony skinned men and women exercising their dominance over their white skinned slaves. Another black man sat down next to my Master and unzipped his fly. I felt pain as Sir grasped my hair and pulled me from his cock, transferring my mouth to that of his friend besides him, as my ordeal began again. I felt peace descending over me as I knew that this was where I truly belonged. All the years of machismo and delusion were behind me now. No longer was I a proud member of the white race, a husband, a father, a man. I had found my place at the feet of the superior black race, and would remain their willing, grateful slave for the rest of my days. THE END OF BLACK MADAME - PART 6