Date: Sun, 12 Mar 2017 03:09:47 +0000 (UTC)
From: keithjw@yahoo.com
Subject: Black Master white slave Life Journey..Part 4 Master Response #2

Black Master white slave Life Journey

Part 4: Master Response #2


	Thanks again for the emails asking about the life I live with my
boy/slave/husband.  Once again, I'm glad to answer your emails as you learn
a little more of our life together.

	When we first met, my boy was fantasizing about what my BBC would
be like while in his mouth and up his ass. Knowing him as I do, he was
probably also picturing a Suzy homemaker lifestyle with him fixing dishes
in the crock-pot and us living in a home with a white picket
fence. Meanwhile, I too was fantasizing.

However, I was wondering how good his gag reflex would be when I'd ram my
hard BBC all the way down his throat that first time. I also shot a few
loads myself picturing how he'd look wearing his slave collar and leg
restraints, how his body would look shaved, and how he'd look serving me
while I relaxed and enjoyed my status as his Superior. Obviously, my
fantasy won, and I'm glad it quickly became a reality.

 	The first time I pictured him as my slave was a few minutes after
we first met. I recognized his intelligence and charismatic personality
immediately, and all through our first conversation, I also recognized that
he had a submissive side to that personality in his trying to please
me. His independent thinking and confidence he had at the time (and still
has only in his career today) proved to me that he would probably not
accept an immediate offer from me for a life in slavery. He would have to
accept that submissive side to his personality first before he would
realize he would be happiest spending the rest of his life in slavery. So
yes, I never planned on him being an equal to me. I wanted him as a slave
and only as a slave; luckily, he quickly accepted his fate as an inferior.

	In his career, he is professional, knowledgeable, and highly
respected. In his personal life, he is totally submissive and obedient,
which has always pleased me. He had two probation periods (six months
total) before we officially began living the life we now live as Master and
slave. To help him recognize his submissive side, he was a submissive for
three months. He then accepted my offer and began his slavery. I made a
deal with him, that if he did not like his life as a slave, he had three
months to tell me, and I would give him his freedom and end our
relationship because I wanted him as a slave and not as an equal partner.

	He accepted his destiny without question and with much
enthusiasm. On Day 91 of his slavery, we opened a joint checking account,
and he began transferring his assets in my name. For business purposes, he
keeps his Discover card in his name, which also helps him to keep a credit
rating in the event I die before he does. My name is listed first on all
documents with his name listed second. However, he may not use his credit
card or write a check at any time without first getting my
permission. Other than his grandpa's 1950s Rolex watch, a few nice dress
watches, his wedding ring, a signet ring that was his dad's, his clothes,
and a few antiques he inherited when his dad died, he has only a few
personal possessions, which of course, like him, are also my property.

Before he may buy anything personal, he must first get my permission. His
weekly allowance must be used only for food, soft drinks, chips, etc. and
may not be used for any personal items. He usually brings a lunch to work,
since his $20.00 weekly allowance only goes so far. Receipts must accompany
any purchase he makes with his allowance money.

He created a simple accounting form many years ago, and every Friday
evening, he turns in all receipts and leftover money. When he returns home
on Friday evening, he places his report, all receipts, and any leftover
allowance money on my desk. If his leftover money and receipts do not
match, he will lose his allowance for one month. In his sixteen years of
slavery, this incompetence on his part only happened one time. I review his
weekly spending report on Saturday morning before I enjoy my weekend of fun
and leisure and he begins his weekend of domestic chores. This is one more
reminder to him that he is no longer a free man.

	Socially, I am in a Tuesday night poker club and a golfing group
with both gay and straight friends. All my friends and family who visit my
home have known he is my boy/slave/husband since I claimed him. He is
always naked at home as are all slaves who come into my home. A set of
cabinets I call his closet are in the garage. He dresses and undresses
there when he enters or leaves home. He is also responsible for putting on
his slave collar. I'll attach the lock to his collar whenever I want him to
wear his lock. He's learned to dress and undress quickly in the garage
since the outdoor temperatures may range from -10 º or lower sometimes
to 100+ ºF throughout the year.

Friends (other than my Superior friends) visiting me have gotten used to
seeing his nakedness while I have him serving us a meal, snacks, or
appetizers while we're visiting and enjoying each other's company. At first
boy felt uncomfortable in front of my friends, especially females, but now
it doesn't even faze him.  My golfing buddies are mostly Black professional
men and are also used to seeing my naked white slave.

Last fall when I was still able to golf before the cold weather and snow
started coming along, I met and then invited to my home a gay Black golfer
who lost his partner of many years two years ago. After seeing how well
trained my boy is, he later called me and told me he was now interested in
becoming a first time Master and owning a piece of human white property.
So far, he's still looking for his property to claim, and I hope he has
success in doing this soon. He's a great guy who I think will make a great
Master.

I was thirty when I took ownership of him, and I was at a point in my life
where I was not willing to hide the fact that I enjoy being a Master and
owning a slave. That's why I immediately started introducing him to my good
friends and family members as the slave and property I now owned. Luckily,
all but two of my friends kept our friendship and gave me their full
support; even though, all these years later, some of them still don't
understand how someone could give up all their freedoms for a life in
servitude or how I could claim ownership to a man I've fallen in love with.

Many weekends and holidays are spent with four other Master friends and
their slaves. Occasionally my Brother (who lives two hours away) and his
property will join us for these social gatherings. My Master friends
include one Master who is bi-racial, one Hispanic Master, and two white
Masters. Whichever Superior is hosting our get together names one slave to
be the slave-in-waiting. This is viewed as an honor for the chosen slave,
whose job for the event is to serve the Masters or visiting Mistresses. The
slave-in-waiting gets us appetizers, drinks, coffee, desserts, fluffs our
pillows, removes our shoes, or whatever else we may require of them. When
not waiting on a Superior, they are required to stand in a military style
attention pose with their hands behind their backs and their head lowered.

Superiors always get fresh plates, glasses, mugs, etc. One slave is in the
kitchen hand washing and drying dishes while the other slaves are busy
preparing the food. We keep the slaves busy the entire time we're enjoying
ourselves. The slaves also know they should work as quietly as possible so
they do not disturb the Superiors.  My boy always gets nervous when it's
his turn to be the slave-in-waiting because he knows if he messes up in any
way which might embarrass me in front of other Superiors, he'll get the
hardest spanking I can administer to him along with assigning him a very
long and very severe punishment.

	No slave in our group is ever shared with any other Master or
Mistress. I am the only one who disciplines, punishes, uses, or rewards my
boy. He's my property, and I know what's best for him. All the other
Masters do the same thing with their properties.

	My boy works out at the gym for at least an hour three times a
week. On other days, I've given him a program of aerobics, yoga, and
calisthenics to do first thing in the morning before he shaves his body and
showers. He is 5'9", and I'm 6'1" tall. He has always maintained his
swimmers build, and his weight may not get above 155 pounds. For being in
his mid-forties, (45 this year) he still has a firm bubble butt, and I've
always enjoyed seeing my dick give it a hard bareback fucking.

	As I've told you before, his slave training was relatively easy for
me. CBT and TT were hardest for him to accept. Today whenever I have my fun
doing my two favorite pleasures to him, pleasure, and pain have become one
emotion to him. This brings me a great deal of enjoyment, which is why I
don't feel the need to have him bound and gagged as often as other Masters
do to their properties. And yes, when I do have him bound and gagged, I
enjoy it as well.

	Had my first slave worked out, I would have had no problem owning a
member of my own race, since I realized early in my life that I wanted a
slave. Since I grew up in a very multicultural neighborhood and learned to
appreciate all ethnic groups, owning a slave in any ethnic group would have
made no difference to me. I just wanted to own my own slave.

	I have to admit, however, I prefer owning white property. Through
his ownership, I have learned to appreciate my own blackness and my own
African-American heritage.  I've always enjoyed seeing his white mouth
around my dick as I fill it with my cum or piss or whenever I sit on his
face and have him rim my ass. I like to remind him periodically, especially
in February, that our situation has been reversed and he is now living his
life in a home of Black Superiority and white submission.

	Black History Month is a favorite time of the year for me since I
enjoy watching Roots every year and then having him on the bondage table at
least once every weekend for my fun. I enjoy abusing his white, inferior
body after we watch any movie or documentary, which depicts the cruelty
used on slaves and Black people from the days of slavery to the Civil
Rights Movement and even in these modern times. Every evening in February
he is responsible for giving me at least a one- minute oral report on any
famous Black person in the world (living or dead) and why he enjoyed
learning about their lives. As white property, he has learned to appreciate
February as much as I do since he knows how much enjoyment it brings to me.

	He now recognizes Black men as sexier and Superior to him than men
from other ethnic groups. While other white gay men may find hunks like
Ryan Reynolds, Hugh Jackman, George Clooney, and others sexy, my boy now
recognizes Black men as being not only Superior to him, but also finds them
to be both sexier and more handsome. That pitiful little white cock gets
hard whenever he sees Cuba Gooding, Jr., Blair Underwood, and President
Obama, who are his favorite Black men. He shared a dream he once had about
him being President Obama's slave. In the dream, the POTUS had him on his
knees under his desk in the Oval Office holding on to his leash while he
worked. Yes, boy is now living proof of the old saying, "Once Black, you'll
never go back."

	For the most part, boy works very hard in completing his
chores. However, like most slaves, it seems like he cannot handle success
for too long a time, and he then screws up. Of course, this results in his
being punished. He knows he can do 1,000 things correctly, but if he messes
up one time, he'll be punished accordingly. One thing I cannot tolerate is
when he questions my authority and acts like a free man, which usually
results in a long and severe punishment, which may last at least a week,
with a loss of many of his privileges he may have earned through his hard
work and obedience.

	His most recent punishment resulted because he was neglectful in
his duties. While he was dressing me for work, I told boy to mail a
birthday card to my elderly great aunt (88 this year), who has lived most
of her adult life in Oregon. The card would have been mailed five days
before her birthday, so she would receive it a few days early. That night,
while checking the day's mail, which he puts on my desk and is not allowed
to open, I noticed the card and two other items I told him to mail still on
my desk. To a normal gay or straight couple, he could have said something
like, "Baby, I'm so sorry, I forgot. I'll mail it tomorrow." However, this
is not an acceptable excuse when you live your life as a slave.

	For this negligence, he was given a severe spanking with my cane
every night, forced to wear his leg restraints the entire time he was
inside my home, and required to kneel in the corner after serving me dinner
until bedtime, until I received the call from my aunt that she had received
her birthday card. His punishment lasted five days. My aunt had been away
for a few days visiting her daughter and called me the evening she had
returned home. My great-aunt knows I own a slave; even though, they've
never met in person. During and after a punishment, he always feels so
guilty for disappointing me that he then becomes even more submissive in
trying to please me, which I gladly welcome.

	While some of you might be thinking that maybe I was too hard on a
normally loyal and obedient slave for making one simple error, I'll tell
you that I was not. If I overlooked this error, he might then think that
it's acceptable to neglect other tasks I give him and also begin thinking
he can act like a free man. I'd then have to spend my valuable time
retraining a normally well-trained slave.

    	Another thing I've always enjoyed is controlling when I allow him
to jack off and shoot his useless load of slave sperm. Over the years, this
reward is given to him with longer and longer periods in between. My plan
is that eventually he will lose all desire in stroking his little white
cock and shooting his pathetic load of useless white cum since he's always
receiving my Superior piss and cum.

I know I'm making progress here because over the years each time I give him
permission to jack off, it takes him longer and longer to shoot his
pathetic load of slave sperm. In fact, the last time I gave him permission
to do this, he couldn't jack off in the ten minutes I gave him to do
so. That's no concern to me, since I gave him the opportunity, and he
couldn't complete his reward. Hopefully this is the beginning of the end of
his ability and desire to want to jack off, which would be okay with me.

 	Last week he spent the week receiving additional training in the
corporate office in Chicago, three hours away from my home. He left on
Sunday afternoon and returned home on Friday night. For his trip, I gave
him $100.00 to spend with the same rules regarding receipts and asking for
permission the three times he needed to use his credit card.

The house was so quiet without boy in it doing his usual daily and evening
household chores. I woke up every night he was gone and looked down at the
floor on the side of my bed where he sleeps in his curled up position. I
have to admit I missed seeing him lying there. Even in his mid forties, I
know my boy is still a handsome man; even though, he's a slave. And, he
still has the body that he could wear the bikini swimsuits he wore during
his swimming competition days.  Of course, I like his slave nakedness so
much more.

	The hotel offered him a free breakfast, which he ate every day. He
then used part of the spending money every day I gave him to eat at a deli
down the street from the corporate office. After leaving the corporate
office, he was told to go back to the hotel room, order room service, and
eat in his room. His usual 6:30 curfew still applied. At night after eating
his dinner, he was required to write 500 lines (50 on the front side and 50
on the back side of each sheet of paper) of BLACK SUPERIORITY white
inferiority before going to bed.

	It was nice to hear the garage door open at 9:53 Friday evening and
hear him turn off the engine to his slave mobile (a 2014 Toyota Rav4 to
free people) and then hearing the garage door close. He quickly undressed
and then turned in this more detailed weekly allowance report and his 2500
lines before kneeling before me in my bedroom. I was so glad to have him
home, that I even gave him a kiss on his forehead. I then rewarded him with
the honor of worshiping my feet, which had been socked for almost sixteen
hours.

	With his foot fetish, he was in slave ecstasy as he lapped up my
foot sweat, cleaned the gunk between my toes, and then sucked my toes. I
then had him wash my feet before I went to bed because I didn't want to
fall asleep with his slave saliva drying on my feet while I slept.

	The next day while I reviewed his weekly expense report and lines,
he gave me both a manicure and pedicure. For the first year of his slavery,
I had him get a monthly manicure and pedicure so he could then learn how to
give them to me. As usual, boy is a quick learner and his work is just as
good as if I went to a salon to have this done. I particularly like to have
my feet looking good in the summer time when I usually wear slides with my
shorts.

	He then started his weekend routines of grocery shopping,
housecleaning, laundry, cooking, ironing, and shining my shoes--business as
usual. While he was cleaning, I went to the gym and then went out to lunch
with a few of my golf buddies. When I returned home, he was finishing up
with his housework and then started cooking three dishes to serve me for
dinner in the coming week. While he was working, I relaxed on the sofa
returning a few phone calls I missed while I was out before watching old
movies on Turner Classic Movies.

 	Overall, we lead a pretty quiet life. I know some of you have this
idea that my Master friends and I share our properties or that I keep him
in constant bondage. Sorry to disappoint you, but that's not the case. Or,
it's not the case with my slave and my group of Master friends. The only
thing you might find pleasure in is that he drinks my piss about 90 percent
of the time.

So here's a little more information I'm sharing about the life I share with
my boy/slave/husband. As the saying goes, "Some of us were meant to serve,
and some of us were meant to be served," I'm so glad I'm able to live my
life as a strict and dominant Black man to my inferior white slave.