[Read Taking Instruction Part 1]
Going before Kate, to report on the abject failings of her cuck Donald terrified me. For one thing I knew what a spiteful young bitch the woman could be. She had so much attitude, so much anger about men and what they hadn’t yet accepted about women! Her black lover (Leon) was pretty short fused too. Whilst he earned a fortune though property, I suspected that he wasn’t above using his fists too. When I’d gone to their Dorset coast home I had been reminded by him that I was to address Kate as ‘Miss’. I was to speak when spoken to and to ensure that I looked down at her pretty boot covered feet when I spoke to her. Leon didn’t want to have to have a word with my mistress and her lover because I had erred on the mission.
Miss Kate was seated on the expansive sofa in the living room that looked out over the sea as it bit into the shore below. She wore a tight pair of black leather jeans and cavalier boots, which made her look rather like a highway woman. Under other conditions you might have smirked. I didn’t. I wanted my teeth kept in my mouth. Leon was about the house some place and already irritable that my visit to ‘sort Donald out’ had seemed necessary.
‘Are you ready to acknowledge?’ Miss Kate asked sharply. May be you don’t know. Well, to acknowledge is to show in a ritual way that you accept the superiority of the alpha male or female before you.
‘Yes Miss’ I said meekly and fell to my knees in front of her. I imagined Adele my mistress and Lewis her bull watching me. Casually, she extended a leg towards me and her boot ran beneath my face. I wanted just a moment and started to lick it. The leather looked and smelled expensive, the stitching was perfect. She oozed absolute authority. Miss Kate watched me lick her boots, one after the other. I needed to lick them, thinking about her fucking with her alpha, thinking about women like her having charge of society. The more she fucked on Leon’s thick black cock, the more she treated white guys as trash, the more she seemed worthy of worship.
‘You’ll teach Donald to do this eagerly, like you do you worthless little shit’ she whispered.
‘Yes Miss, thank you Miss’ I responded quickly. I was sucking he high heel of each boot. Miss Kate enjoyed that. It seemed to trigger thoughts of getting fucked. Getting fucked by a big black prong.
‘So tell me, what’s messed up Donald’s head then?’ she wondered.
I wanted to say that it was because Leon had fucked him too hard and too soon. I wanted to say that she was a fool for forcing Donald to fixate on master’s cock before he was properly enslaved to her body. That’s what I wanted to say, but I couldn’t. If you criticised then you got a hiding that could see you in hospital for a week or two.
‘I think mistress that he needs more of your disciplining…. ( I hesitated, how to put this?)… that way he will respond more eagerly to his master as well.’
The truth of it is that cuckold males, instinctive cuckold males, need the full on and incisively strict attention of their mistress. They need to be dominated before being gifted to the male that will rule them.
Miss Kate stood. She moved close in her crotch near my face. her slap came sharp, hard, head jolting right to left across my face. I yelped. I couldn’t help it. The blow was so sharp and hard!
‘Don’t you dare to propose what I need to do!’ she snapped.
I dropped my head and expected the next blow to the side of my left ear. I sucked down breathes as best I could. I tried to remain calm. As my master had taught me I then looked up so that if a blow was to be issued I would take it full in the face.
Her face was stern… hard as a cliff of granite. She inspected me, checking how I winced.
‘You have a suggestion I suppose…’ she whispered. I noticed how her lips moved, perfectly rouged, used to kissing Leon’s black lips, used to circling his handsome master cock.
‘yes Miss’ I answered dutifully. Here, in this house, in a smart part of Dorset, the world was different, manipulated, unequal, total. It was her bitch-hood, her domain. She waited for my response. I kissed the palm of her hand when it was profferred, showing humility.
‘Toilet train him, humiliate him, show him the sort of disdainful attention that he craves… and… I believe…. he will submit willingly.’
Miss Kate cocked her head to one side. The idea sounded disgusting, but what had I actually meant? What did ‘toilet training’ entail? May be she had images of putting Donald in diapers or something. Miss Kate’s look became quizzical.
‘Show me’ she said calmly.
I gulped down a breath. Dear God! You can’t touch a mistress with your hands. You must NEVER presume to exercise any kind of control. But she sensed the dilemma. Watching me intently, she unbuttoned her leather jeans and eased them downwards, scrutinising me as she progressed. I blushed. I needed her to swivel around. My eyes indicated a move to the left and she twisted about as I had hoped.
‘Toilet training Miss’ I whispered and kissed her bare buttocks. They were perfectly round, orbed flesh, quintessentially beautiful, the ultimate bait for dominant black cock. She accepted my kisses. When she pushed back against my mouth I started to lick her buttocks. It seemed a sensuous, a surprisingly sensuous and desirable act. I saw her arm sweep around, the Rolex watch slipping down onto her pretty wrist as she held he left buttock open so I could lick her anus. Miss Kate had been drilled. A black man owns all the bitch holes. Still I licked fervently around that hole, wriggling my tongue tip to pleasure her as she deserved.
‘After you have been to the toilet Miss, instead of paper’ I whispered.
‘That’s filthy’ she observed, running her bottom against my face.
‘Yes Miss’ I confirmed, and lavished my tongue against her hole so that she could appreciate the sharp humiliation of the act. She smelled of perspiration, a scent too and yes of her lover’s semen there. I licked lavishly, letting her wriggle against my protruding tongue.
‘And piss in his mouth as well?’ she asked, pushing sharply back.
‘Yes Miss’ I murmured, ‘he will feel as if…. as if… you have need of him. As if he bows to you as well as his master.’
Dear God, that was slap worthy too. I shuddered, but she pushed against my mouth instead.
‘Push your tongue inside’ she ordered.
I tried. I’m not a lizard. My tongue doesn’t leap forward, wet and sticky. To tongue inside a bitch’s bottom you have to push your face against her perfect buttocks. I did so and she ground back against me.
‘You do this for your mistress?’ she asked.
‘Yes Miss’ I admitted, my face burning with the blood in my cheeks.
‘You lick shit out of her butt?’
I shook. I shook inside.
‘Yes Miss’ I admitted, wishing right then that I could die.
‘You dirty little bastard’ she commented.
I licked again. I wanted t lick her. She was perfect. She was so fucking, black pronged perfect. Perfect dress, perfect hair, perfect attitude.
‘Lie on the floor’ she ordered and when I did so, she caught my head between her legs, the leather jeans holding my face in position, as her pee started to spray into my mouth.
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