Date: Sun, 18 Jan 2015 19:23:20 -0500
From: swduma
Subject: Unconventional Convention

Unconventional Convention (BlkF/WM, BlkM/WM, D/s, WaterSports, Toys,
Consensual) by swduma 2014
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"Today, boy, you must be on your toes," said
Mistress Cleo, my coffee-hued Owner and Domme. "Today, slave, you will serve me
before a large group of Superiors. This is the annual convention of the
National Black Owners Association. NBOA helps Superior Blacks connect with whites
who willingly seek to serve Blacks. We are the educational demonstration
before the keynote address.""Are you up to this task boy?" She sternly asked."
Yes, Ma'am," I stammered."Well, you better be," She mocked."Its morning
toilet time, slut." I knew what that meant. I dashed off to the bathroom,
jumped in the tub and reclined fully with my mouth wide open. Mistress
followed, straddled my face and made a little whimper sound and then an "mmmm"
exhale as she let loose an Amazon rainforest deluge of piss. It seemed the
cascade had a mind of its own as I tried to collect the beads but they were
willy-nilly on my face, my chest and in my hair. Women, I believe, are the more
evolved of the genders. But they certainly got gypped in the urethra
category. A penis would have dedicated a constant stream right into my mouth ... as
has often happened to me. Mistress enjoys watching men abuse me, including
using me as a toilet. I'm kind of tired of hearing: "After all, toilets are
white, yadda, yadda."Such is my new life. Ever since Mistress Cleo collared
me five years ago, I have served her with, I believe, distinction and
devotion. She's now in the hotel room shower. I quickly cleaned up after toilet
time. Now I'm ironing her clothes for today's events. I work during the week
at the Bank of Hawaii in Honolulu. Mistress collects my paycheck and
provides me with a stipend. Weekends are for full-time servitude to this marvelous
maven of D/s."Come towel me off slave," She purred.I was Wily E. Coyote,
leaving a jet stream trail from the closet to the bathroom of the Hyatt
Regency Waikiki Beach Resort and Spa. I grabbed a big white fluffy towel for
Mistress and respectfully began drying her delicate skin. This is a special duty.
>From my knees I fluff her feet and ankles. Looking up I think to myself: "
She is God's work. Auguste Rodin himself could not capture in marble what is
chiseled before me in flesh. A goddess of perfection. Six feet tall, perfect
skin, taut muscles, firm pointy breasts, and a sleek ass of womanly curves
...""Concentrate on Your work, damn it," She barked, bringing me back to
earth. "You'd better be more attentive later. I don't want any screw-ups.""
Yyyyesss, Ma'am."Mistress doesn't need any make-up and her hair is cropped
short, nearly bald. She put in her earrings and stepped into a short tennis
skirt and matching white top. I knelt down to put on her socks and sneakers
noticing she had on the frilly white panties I laid out for her. The skirt
was short enough that everyone on court would see more than just a glimpse of
Mistress this morning. She was a cock tease ... especially for my little
white one."I'll be back," She growled ala Arnold in `Terminator,' "no later
than noon. Then lunch with conference organizers. Have my clothes ready. We
go on in the main conference room downstairs at 3PM sharp. Wear a t-shirt
and shorts, change in the men's room off the Queen Kamehameha ballroom. Wear
your leather collar ... nothing else. Wait for me just inside the east door.""
Yes, Ma'am."I did as told, as always. At exactly 2:59 PM, Mistress Cleo
approached. I was on my knees, nearly naked, wearing nothing but the leather
collar. That doesn't exactly cover much, none of the bare essentials anyway.
But I'm a bit of an exhibitionist so this, I found, exciting. I'd been
displayed by Mistress before. This event, however, was a blockbuster. The
ballroom must have held 2,000 people. I was the one pale-faced attendee in the
crowd and the only one naked."Make me proud, boy. Just as we've done before.
Just follow my lead.""As always, M-Mistress," I stammered.From the podium: "
...my pleasure to welcome Mistress Cleo." Warm applause followed, the
lights dipped and a spotlight enveloped the divine Cleo as she made her way to
the front. She wore a black leather catsuit that hugged her every curve.
Mistress was a vision ... a vision of the future for the new-found movement of
Black Supremacy which was swelling more and more.She attached a leash to my
collar and led me (on my knees; I hate these hotel ballroom carpets. They're
so run down they scrape and rub the skin off my knees. Oh the travails of a
slave.) A few catcalls and whistles (for her) and louder applause when people
noticed me and we ascended the dais platform."Thank you, everyone. To get
the ball rolling--or should I say little white boy's balls moving, she
reached behind the speakers' platform and grabbed a sac spreader. Just strips of
black leather that separated my testicles from my body and each other. They
hung precariously and quite clearly, especially with the spotlight tight on
them."Turn and bend over, boi."I did. She grabbed my vulnerable jewels in
her right hand. Rolling them like a pair of cat's eye marbles she tugged a
little and I flinched. Through Her Lavalier microphone she purred, "Isn't it a
revelation, ladies and gentlemen, how easy it is to capture, captivate and
control whites?"The crowd roared in approval."Isn't it a miracle, ladies
and gentlemen, how far we've come on this road to Black Supremacy?" Again,
loud applause."And isn't it perfect harmony for Blacks to rise once again to
our rightful place atop the natural hierarchy. Our ancestors, the Kings and
Queens of Africa, are rejoicing tonight as we re-establish our superiority."
Looking through my legs out at the crowd I could see people had risen to
their feet in applause for my Mistress. She had their rapt attention. She
certainly had mine right in the palm of her hand.Finally, she let go. She
grabbed a handheld microphone and with just a finger pointed to the floor, she had
me on my hands and knees. "Tell me, oh master of the universe, controller
of all you see, what are you?"My cue. "I am nothing, Mistress. I live to
serve You, Mistress. You are my sun and stars, my beacon and leader.""Uh huh.
And what is your objective?""My objective, Ma'am, is to serve the Superior
Black Race, Ma'am. I hope to be the best servant I can be, Ma'am, to serve,
obey and worship.""Are you happy in this life, boy?""Yes, Ma'am, I am
fulfilled at your feet. My assimilation is nearly complete. You, Mistress, have
brought me closer to humanity than I ever thought possible. I hope to live
long and prosper at your feet," I proclaimed."Do you ever want to run away
slave boi?""I am pleased to be your property. Resistance is futile, Ma'am."
With that confession, Mistress motioned to both sides of the stage.
Emerging from stage left was a tall, lean, muscled Black Man of about 25. Striding
toward us from the right was another ebony gentleman of equal age. Both wore
a sheath covering their genitals but highlighting their rippling muscles
and fine physique."Show us your dedication, slave," Mistress said. Both men
dropped their sheaths and exposed huge penises. The audience gasped
(especially the women) as the spotlight caressed these beautiful creatures and their
exquisite manhood.I knew what to do. I crawled to the first and took his
tool into my hungry mouth. He started to get hard and I relaxed my throat to
engulf as much of him as possible. Every inch, 5, 6, 7 ... 9, 10, 11 were
inside my mouth and down my gagging throat. I stifled the reflex and kept focus
on pleasing Mistress Cleo. I reached his body cavity and held his entire
shaft inside. Then, I relaxed my oral grip and slid back and forth on his
exposed foot-long. Caressing the head and using my tongue to circle the slit, I
could feel him getting rock hard. After ten minutes of fellatio on this real
man, his hips bucked and I sensed his climax coming. He let go of his load
and I swallowed with excitement, honored to take his royal seed. Some landed
on my face and I slurped it up as best I could."Thank You, Sir. Well done
Mr. Jackson. Let's see what else this white slave boi can do to demonstrate
his loyalty."The other man approached. He put one foot up on a chair and I
circled behind him. In this position, his ass cheeks were split apart a bit. I
dove; tongue first, into his ass. I then noticed that a huge screen behind
us caught all the action. The audience had a 15-foot clear picture of this
white boi pleasuring the ass of a Black Man. I worked hard to get deep and
cover his dung hole. After a while, we had a rhythm with a natural rocking that
seemed to captivate the audience. There was an eerie silence as I worked
him hard.Mistress finally turned him around to face me. His big knot of a
cockhead was in my mouth before she could order me. I then noticed that Mistress
had put her harness on and her favorite Black phallus was parked in front.
She lubed my ass and I could feel the unmistakable pressure of her cock
looking for an invitation to rape me. When she mounted me and entered my ass,
the big camera caught it all and the crowd went berserk. Mistress Mocha and I
have a long history of fucking. She's the best. She's gentle yet
commanding. She rubs the back of the dildo against her clit and gets off on doing me.
I get off on her big dick hitting my prostate. We rock and roll ... often.
So this was easy. Cocksucking in front; ass fucking from the rear. I was a
white boi in heaven.Mistress Cleo picked up her pace and my ass was receiving
the black piston with rapidity. The man in front was ready to explode and I
was feeling like the fulcrum. The audience was at a fever pitch awaiting the
money scene just as Mistress Cleo let out a primal scream and pounded deep
inside of me for the final time. The man let loose with a vengeance and I
swallowed my second big glop of cum of the day.Hoots and hollers came from the
crowd while Cleo composed herself and removed her phallus."Ladies and
gentlemen, this is but one demonstration of our Superiority. White bois and girls
all over the nation are lining up to serve us. This is our time ... this is
our birthright.... this is our destiny. Seize it!"We left the stage to an
enormous ovation. Mistress took a few curtain calls and then we sneaked back
to our room through the service elevator."You did well, boi."Thank You,
Mistress. You inspire me.""Not even one stammer. I'm proud of you."Thank You,
Ma'am. I could never l-let Yoooou doooown, "I stammered.We both laughed as
she said. "Those two boys are coming up in a few minutes to fuck me. You'd
better get ready."What, Ma'am, ready? You know how much I love cream pie
for dessert."

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