The Black Madame Stories (Part 1)

THE BLACK MADAME Part 1 - Breaking Him In Miss Jean sat reading the current issue of Ebony magazine as she waited for her new slave, Mr. Richard Law, to arrive. A 42 year old black woman, she took great delight in enslaving white men to her will. Although she was now a full figured woman of color, she was still extremely sexy and attracted many admiring looks from black men and white males. She laughed to herself, thinking how much the phrase "white man" was an oxymoron. She had never met a manly white. Years ago, as an attractive young black woman, she had had her share of white boys who looked down on her as if she was a piece of shit, and treated her like some kind of whore. At first she accepted it as the way of the world, but gradually resentment and hatred had set in. However, it wasn't until she met Charles, when she was just 19, that she realized there was a breed of white man who actually desired to serve as the slaves of black women. Charlie had been older - in his mid 20's, strong...and white. The arrogant white girls all fancied him like crazy, and practically threw themselves at him, yet he had gone down on his knees before Jean and begged her to accept him as her slave. She'd been rather shocked, if flattered, but he'd explained to her that he'd be hers to command as she wished. The idea had appealed, it was a way of getting her own back. The first time she had punished him, with his own leather belt across his naked ass - and he plainly accepting her right to do so - had set her off. He spent hours kneeling between her dark legs, bringing pleasure previously undreamed of, to her pussy with his tongue. Jean's respect for him, and for white men in general, began to deteriorate rapidly as she realized the depths to which she could take him. He was well off with an excellent job, and began to buy her the paraphernalia of a domina; leather clothing, high heeled boots and shoes and expensive lingerie to dress her magnificent body in. Handcuffs, ropes, chains and straps to bind him with. Whips, straps, canes and crops to punish him with. She was at first amazed how he would willingly bring her her whip to punish him with. She later allowed him to move in, and he would keep her house clean, polish all her shoes and look after all her clothes. His maid service alone began to make Jean wonder how she could ever live without a slave. He would give her the bulk of his unspent money, and eventually he presented her with a solid black plastic dildo, which he begged her to fuck him up the ass with. She really enjoyed that. She became the envy of her friends, to whom the thought of having an attractive white man worship you as their superior was a wild and exciting fantasy. Several acquired slaves of their own, but most tired of the novelty, preferring their sexual desires to be satisfied by young, virile black cock rather than white tongue. Jean also found her slave's tongue a poor substitute for black virility, and Charles' cock, which she tried once or twice, was never big enough to satisfy her. Eventually her need for a "real" man rather than her pathetic white wimp found culmination in LeRoy, a strong, dark man who was greatly amused to find his young girlfriend had a white slave-boy. LeRoy had been a soulmate, and she had allowed him to master her slave, beat him, even fuck him. Boyfriend became her husband, and the abuse continued, until Jean became pregnant. They decided not to keep a full-time slave while they were raising children, and Charlie was given away to her single cousin, Donna. Thereafter, throughout their married life, they had continued what she had started, training white men, and even couples, to become good, obedient slaves. Many whites became expert in serving their superior black masters and mistresses thanks to the training they received at the hands of LeRoy and Jean. LeRoy had especially enjoyed training the women, fucking them with his huge cock in front of their helpless husbands. Jean had become quite famous within the black community, and had actually made a large sum of money selling a well trained white teenage slaveboy - a virgin - to a famous black model, who wanted a white male maid as a status symbol. He had been feminised, teased and tormented, and his new Mistress promised him that she intended to keep him a virgin forever. Thereafter, Miss Jean made a good income from training and selling white slaves to wealthy blacks. Back in the present, Miss Jean was contemplating how to start Mr. Law's training as her newest ass-kissing foot-slave. He was not her willing slave, though, which turned her on even more than usual. Richard Law had acquired a rather poor reputation in her neighborhood, being something of an over-opinionated racist bigot, who treated black students very badly at the school where he worked as a sports teacher. Making it her business to sort things out, she had asked around, and been rewarded when she discovered from a girlfriend that he was fucking the head teacher's teenage daughter. A private eye who owed her had obtained the necessary evidence, with which she had confronted him. She laughed as she remembered his reaction; she had never seen a white man turn whiter! Terrified of the exposure to his wife and employers that she threatened, he had no choice but to agree to report to her for "behavior training." Today would be his second session. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Miss Jean rose from her sofa and opened the door to greet a very nervous looking Mr. Law. "Hello there, white boy. Come in here. I can hardly wait to get you under my heels." He entered the room, closed the door behind him and stood hesitantly before her, not quite knowing what to do. His hopes that it was all a joke had quickly evaporated on his first visit, but he still felt resentful. He was determined not to let the black woman reduce him to tears again. Miss Jean looked him over, thinking to herself that it was going to take a lot to whip this lowly piece of white shit into a decent slave. Irritated, she snapped at Mr. Law, "Well, Mr. Law, have you forgotten your first lesson already? Whenever you come into a room and are within three feet of me, you will drop to your knees, crawl to my feet, and kiss my feet in greeting, unless instructed otherwise. Is that understood, footboy?" "Yes, Madame." Miss Jean smiled - at least she would have fun training him to know his place without thinking. "So why are you still standing there looking so stupid, moron??" Mr. Law dropped to his knees, crawled over to where Miss Jean was standing, and began to kiss the toe of her 4", black patent leather high heels. Miss Jean looked down at the pathetic lily-white creature kissing her shoe. "Well, well, look at this. My own personal shoe-kissing slave. You like kissing my sexy shoes, don't you, white boy??" "Yes, Madame." replied Mr. Law, between kisses. "I'll bet ten lashes on your ass that you would just love to stick out your unworthy tongue and lick my pretty heels clean for me. You want to be my shoe-shine boy, don't you, you worthless piece of shit?!" "Yes, Madame," answered Mr. Law with his lips still pressed to the toe of Miss Jean's high heels. Suddenly, without warning, his Mistress stepped away from him and sat down on the sofa. Mr. Law crawled after her, looking up in confused anxiety. Miss Jean crossed her legs as she spoke. "All right, shoe-shine boy, beg me to allow you to put your unworthy tongue on my heels." Like a well trained dog, Mr. Law began to beg for the privilege to clean his black mistress's high heels. When Miss Jean had heard enough of his pleading, she raised the sole of her shoe to his face. "See that dirt on the bottom of my shoe, slave?" "Yes, Madame." "You are lower than the dirt on the bottom of my shoes, and therefore you should be grateful that I allow you to clean my pretty shoes. You are grateful, aren't you, shoe-shine?" "Yes, Madame." "I have one last word of warning for you. I don't want you slobbering all over my nylons. You are a shoe-shine boy, concentrate on my shoes. Touch my stockings and you'll be punished, boy" Mr. Law lowered his head and began to clean her high heels, hating the feel of grit and dirt on his tongue. Directing his efforts, Miss Jean moved her foot to direct his tongue where she wanted it. "That's right, shine the toe of that shoe, now the side, now the other side. Clean the bottom of that dirty shoe. That's good, you little shoe-licker. Now you can suck that heel. I know how much you want to. Good boy. Get all the dirt off of that heel. That's where I like to see arrogant white boys - with their lips wrapped around my high heels. Now clean the other shoe!" After Mr. Law finished, Miss Jean inspected her shoes. "I am not satisfied with your shoe shine." She attached a leash to his neck and pulled him down to her feet. She placed her foot on his head. "This is going to hurt you a lot more than it will me," she laughed. Miss Jean punished his ass with ten strokes of her whip. "Now try it again, you lowly shoe-licker." Sniffing back the pain and indignity, Mr. Law again tried to please his Mistress by cleaning her high heels right. But, once again, Miss Jean pulled him to the floor. "I told you, I don't want your wimpy tongue on my nylons. Time for another lesson. She gave his raised ass another ten strokes with her whip. "Fetch me a pillow, slave. Put it there on the coffee table." Miss Jean ordered. He scurried to obey, feeling terribly vulnerable, naked before this powerful black woman, ass pulsing in pain. When he had placed the pillow she raised her legs and rested them on the pillow. Get your snotty nose down at my shoes, footboy! Kneel at my feet, I like to see you kneeling there. Now, remove my shoes - gently! That's right, white boy. No kissing or licking, boy, you have not earned that privilege yet. I want to see how good a foot sniffer you can be, slave. That's right, press your nose to the soles of my feet. Yes, you can touch my stockings this time. Now sniff in between my toes." She chuckled deeply. "Sniff good, white boy. I want to hear you." Miss Jean watched the white man who, until recently, thought he was the center of the universe. His training was coming along nicely now, she thought. She smiled as she noticed his cock was erect, despite the humiliation she was putting him through. Or maybe because of it. White men were so fucked up. "Look at you, you pathetic, foot sniffing, piece of shit!! I did not tell you to stop! The only reason you're here and not in jail is because my feet enjoy being worshipped by white wimps like you. You owe your freedom to my feet, so show some gratitude! Let me hear you sniffing my hot, sweaty feet now!! You enjoy smelling my hot, tired, sweaty feet, don't you, my little foot-sniffer?" The required reply was slightly muffled. "Yes, Madame." After a while, Miss Jean became bored of watching her slave sniffing her nylon covered feet. "Stop, slave!! I've got something that you will enjoy worshipping." She stood, tugging at his leash, and pulled him into the center of the room. Turning her back on him, she pushed her ass into his face. "Beg me for the privilege of worshipping my beautiful black ass, white boy!" she commanded. Mr. Law would have refused, but his ass was so sore, he knew he couldn't stand another beating. "May I kiss your ass, Madame?" "You don't sound very enthusiastic, slave. If you don't sound enthusiastic I'll think you don't really mean it, and then I'll have to beat that ass some more. I'll give you one more chance." He swallowed, desperate to avoid further punishment. "Oh, please Madame, may I? Please may I kiss your beautiful, beautiful black ass?" he begged, feeling acute humiliation. Half smiling, half sneering, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties. She slowly pushed her panties down below her beautiful bottom. "Go ahead, wimp! I will be generous and allow you to kiss my ass. You will keep your hands at your sides and squirm your face in between my lovely ass cheeks just like the worm that you are!" Mr. Law hesitated only a second before he pushed his face all the way up in between her soft ass cheeks. Smiling in satisfaction, Miss Jean realized she had taken him another step further. Soon there would be no way out for him. She sat back upon his upturned face as though she was sitting on a bar stool. Laughing out loud, she taunted him further. "How wonderful. I have a nice new piece of furniture for my beautiful ass." Mr. Law's head began to pound under her weight. His neck felt as though it might snap. He reached up to help support her weight with his hands, but they were slapped away. "I said no hands, stupid. It is a privilege that white boys like you are allowed so close to black beauty. You should be grateful that I allow you in my presence. Men drool at the thought of making love to me, but, none of that for you! You'll be my little virgin slave boy. You can drool over my body, but white wimps like you only get to look, never enjoy! You are not a real man to me. You are just a piece of furniture, a door mat to wipe my feet on, a piece of property to do with as I wish, to use and abuse in any manner that amuses me." Mr. Law began to struggle against the pain and lack of air. Miss Jean wiggled her ass on his face, raising herself only slightly to allow him some oxygen. "Now that you're where you belong, let me feel that tongue." Mr. Law wasn't sure what she meant. He thought he knew, but surely she couldn't mean THAT! "I said I want to feel your tongue, slut. Get your wimp tongue up my ass." With no choice, he obediently snaked out his tongue, pushing it into his tormentor's ass hole. "Further, boy. Get it right in!" He pushed further, hearing the sounds of pleasure above him, and felt his tongue push right into her ass. He was gratified to hear a long sigh of ecstasy from his Mistress, then jolted as he felt her hand encircle his unbelievably hard cock. He heard her chuckle. "Well, my little white slave, it looks like you really love your Mistress." He groaned as she softly began to masturbate him. He hadn't realized his arousal until now, but suddenly he was desperate to cum. "Would you like to cum for your Mistress, boy?" He struggled to let her know how much he needed release. He tried to nod his head, with her weight still pressing down on his face. Suddenly he felt her other hand grasp his balls, and the need was even greater. Fuck my hand if you want to come, sissy." He was beyond humiliation now as he began to buck his hips up and down as she maintained a grasp on his dick. It was only a loose grip, and he longed for her to hold him tightly, but she was not going to help ease his degradation. With his tongue still up her ass, he began to feel an orgasm of gigantic proportions approach. He didn't know it, but up above him Miss Jean was also experiencing wonderful pleasures. She could feel him about to erupt, and knew it was another stage of his enslavement, another manifestation of her power. Goddam, breaking him in was making her so hot! They both came together, pure, undiluted sexual release. He thought he would never stop firing his cum into the air, and she lost herself deep within her own pleasure, his tongue encouraging her body towards ultimate ecstasy. When they began to come down, Miss Jean felt on top of the world. In contrast, Mr. Law realized that he had passed a threshold. His wife, even his teenage lover, could never give him what Miss Jean had just given him. He began to wonder if it was such a bad thing, being her slave. Perhaps he'd be allowed to fuck her one day, if he pleased her enough. He could avoid punishments by being obedient and submissive, and hopefully earn more pleasure. His Mistress raised herself from him, but he remained where he was, drawing in deep breaths of fresh air. "And what have you to say to me for allowing you release, slave?" asked Miss Jean as she settled down on the sofa once again. He raised himself to his knees before her. "Thank you, Madame. I've never known anything like it." He watched in fascination as she unclipped her stockings and slowly rolled them down and off her legs. "Good. You may express your gratitude by worshipping my toes." He bent to his task without complaint, taking each toe into his mouth individually as Miss Jean leant back to enjoy his ministrations. He felt the world slipping into place around him, still enveloped in the afterglow of the most delicious orgasm of his life. After half an hour she looked down at the pathetic slave beneath her feet. "You are my property, I own you. Your only purpose is to serve, worship, and amuse me. Is that understood, slave?" "Yes, Madame." replied Mr. Law, unwilling to cease his loving worship of Miss Jean's beautiful toes. He almost pouted in protest when she shifted on her sofa and removed her feet from his mouth. "Now, lets make arrangements for your next visit, white boy. I've something very special planned for you...." THE END OF BLACK MADAME - PART 1