...of all Possible Worlds
by T.S. Severe

Chapter 10


"Count backwards slowly," A man was saying and the air smelled funny and
cold, "...100...99...98..."

"...98...97...90...Mmmm..." 

I woke up in warm sheets, feeling fuzzy all over and it was so quiet in
that room, a yellow room, sunshine yellow and pleasant and I didn't want to
move. I couldn't move and I had to find my way through a soft fog to
remember where I was and what I was doing and I wondered where my Master
was. It was always my first real thought when I opened my eyes. Where was
Mr. Reiser? Did he want me? Everything else could wait...But I was tired
and I closed my eyes again.

"How do you feel?" A nurse was asking me, a white woman.

"Thirsty." I said after thinking about it and my voice was cracked.

"Here..." She had a cup with a straw and the woman held it to my lips so I
could sip it. "...You've been out for about six hours, I need you to
urinate. Can you pee?"

"No." I had to think about that too and I couldn't feel my bladder at
all. I didn't feel anything except thirsty and warm in that bed.

"Okay, it takes awhile for the body to wake up. I'm going to use a
catheter, okay?" She set the cup down and I realized she had a little cart.

"Where's my Master?" I asked weakly and I was looking up, noticing my
I.V. for the first time.

"Mr. Reiser? He's outside." The nurse smiled and I didn't know what she was
doing. I could feel her hands, but they seemed so far away.

"Oh." I closed my eyes.

"Your operation was perfect, in case you're wondering." She sounded like
she was smiling so I smiled too. "The doctor will be in later to talk to
you, but everything went very well."

"Good, thank you." I sighed and I opened my eyes, turning them down with my
chin, and I could see the shape of my new breasts beneath the white sheet.

"Don't move too much now...There, that was a lot. You did have to go." The
nurse held up a beaker filled with waste from my bladder and it didn't look
like much to me, but maybe it was.

A minute after she left, Mr. Reiser entered and he was smiling.

"How do you feel? Are you okay?" He was touching my face, as if I might
have a fever and I giggled tiredly.

"I'm...Fuzzy." I decided.

"Fuzzy, huh?" He laughed lightly and leaned over to kiss my forehead. "They
really put you under, but it's over now. The doctor said it was textbook;
everything went perfectly."

"I have breasts." I smiled and my Master nodded.

"Perfect breasts." Mr. Reiser agreed. "You're going to be so beautiful,
Dani."

"Thank you." I whispered.

"Don't thank me." Mr. Reiser stroked my hair. "You did all the work and
besides, they're as much for me as they are for you."

"How's my best patient?" The doctor said as she entered the room and she
was a black woman, a freeborn who worked at the clinic doing cosmetic
surgery on slaves.

"She's happy, I think." Mr. Reiser smiled at me.

"Good, me too! I wish all my patients had a body like yours, Dani." She was
holding a clipboard and looking through it. "We're going to keep you
overnight, I think, just to make sure you don't sneak out and go
celebrate."

I smiled at that, feeling as if just standing would be impossible right
then and my chest was beginning to hurt now, deep down inside, like a dull
ache.

"The anesthesia should wear off in the next half hour or so and you'll
start to feel some soreness..."

"I feel it." I licked my lips. "I think."

"Good, that's a good thing. It'll be a little painful and we'll give you
something for that, but you'll still feel it." The doctor told me. "The
important thing is that you just relax and don't move too much, get some
rest and let your body do its thing, okay?"

The doctor stayed a while longer, Mr. Reiser asking her some questions
while I closed my eyes. Everything was fine, just fine now and after I
healed I'd be so pretty. My Master would be so happy with me, he'd never
let me go. He'd keep me forever and that was all I wanted.

=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Does it hurt?" Mr. Reiser asked me and I giggled happily.

"No!" I shook my head as I lay on the bed and I was naked with my Master
beside me. "It feels good."

He was playing with my breasts and it was a full three weeks after my
surgery and I was pretty much completely healed, enough that I'd had my
last visit to the clinic and gotten a clean bill of health. I'd had a
little more cosmetic surgery the week before, just to reduce the scarring
which had been barely noticeable anyway. Now it was practically invisible
without a close inspection of the undersides of my breasts. They were
wonderfully formed 34C tits, firm and round with my nipples still dark and
puffy and all too sensitive as they pointed out and up. I had perfect tits
and Mr. Reiser was enjoying them.

"Feels good for me too." He smiled.

Mr. Reiser was holding my left breast in his hand, squeezing it gently,
exploring the tissue as if trying to detect whatever part of it wasn't me,
but that was impossible. My skin was dark and warm and soft beneath his
fingers ad my nipples burned hot and cold with my arousal.

"You're gorgeous now...Everything I ever wanted." The man sighed and his
hand moved down my body, from my ripe breast to my stiff penis and he
massaged me there as well.

"I want to be beautiful for you." I told him, moving my hips slightly as
the pressure of his fist around my girl cock was too nice to ignore.

"You are beautiful, you always were." Mr. Reiser leaned down to kiss my
smile, slipping his tongue into my greedy mouth so I could suck it for him.

He was jerking me off slowly and moving his lips down to my breasts a
moment later and I cradled him to me, feeling warm all over as he pulled my
left nipple between his lips and then more, sucking at my breast as if
trying to draw all of it into his mouth. I moaned and arched my back to
that pleasant sensation, my flesh coming alive beneath him and his fingers
grew moist with my precum. Mr. Reiser always knew how to make me feel
special.

"Suh, your suppuh is getting cold." Mercy's sweet Southern voice
interrupted us and I giggled at her frown.

"Bring it up here." Mr. Reiser said and that was unheard of.

"Suh?" Mercy stared at him and Mr. Reiser was kissing his way down my tummy
towards my penis.

"We'll eat...Here..." My Master sighed and took the head of my penis into
his mouth, making me gasp and dig my fingers in his sandy hair.

"I don't believe you will, suh!" Mercy said indignantly. "Now you come out
of there, and set yourself at your table like a proper gentleman!"

She left us then, not waiting for a reply and I laughed, sticking out my
tongue slightly as Mr. Reiser lifted his mouth and licked his lips.

"I guess we'll eat downstairs." He grinned at me.

"Yes sir." I rolled my eyes playfully and we'd have to wait until later to
continue this fun game.

He was dressing and I was looking through my closet when Mr. Reiser stopped
me.

"No, just panties...Nothing else." He told me and I looked at him with an
incredulous smile.

"Mercy will whip my butt if I sit down for dinner in panties!" I laughed
and I wasn't lying.

"I'll whip your butt if you don't." Mr. Reiser chuckled. "Take your pick."

I stared at him for a minute, wondering if the man was serious and decided
he probably was.

"What color?" I giggled.

An hour later I was sitting in Mr. Reiser's study, reading a new issue of
Southern Life while Mr. Reiser worked at his desk. He always had paperwork,
too much of it in my opinion, but the man was a vice-president of a large
insurance company. He made a lot of money, I knew that, but he worked for
it too and I was often bored while I waited for him to take me to
bed. Mr. Reiser spent two, sometimes three hours nearly every night behind
his desk and it could be a little frustrating.

"Did you know that forty percent of all slaves are owned by ten percent of
the population?" I asked, just to remind my Master that I was waiting for
him.

"Hmmm..." He didn't even look up.

"Fifty percent are owned by corporations and private businesses..."

"Really." He said, but he wasn't interested.

"...And just ten percent are owned by the other ninety percent of the white
population." I clucked my tongue. "I didn't know that."

"Slavery is an economic institution, not a social one." Mr. Reiser looked
up at me and smiled. "I'm almost done."

"Hmmm..." I made a noncommittal sound as it was my turn to ignore him.

"Come out of there now and leave him be." Mercy was there and it was time
for that whipping. "We're gonna have ourselves a little talk now."

"Oh goody." I breathed and Mr. Reiser glanced at me briefly, looking
amused, but he wasn't going to say anything.

Mercy was practically tapping her foot as she stood there and I couldn't
keep her waiting.

"Coward." I giggled at Mr. Reiser as I stood up, still wearing a pair of
baby blue panties and nothing else. He just shook his head with a smile and
looked back down at his papers.

"Mercy, he told me to dress like this." I argued, but that was wasted
breath.

"A house negra like you don't sit at my table looking like that." Mercy had
me in my bedroom, the one I rarely used for anything but closet space and
making myself beautiful at the vanity.

"You set a fine table, ma'am." I said, trying to sound sincere.

"Don't sass me like that!" Mercy shook her head. "You take hold of the bed
now."

"Owwww...Mercy!" I winced and tilted my head as the old woman grabbed my
ear, pinching it hard as she pulled me where she wanted me.

My bed was a four poster, with a canopy draped in lavender satin and thin
silk. It was a beautiful bed and very sturdy, but other than the one time
Mr. Reiser had made love to me on it, this was the only real purpose it
served. I stood at the foot of it, stretching my arms to either side and
grabbing the posts in my hands. I dimly recalled Mr. Reiser telling me I'd
be running his household, but that had been a rather poor joke. It was
Mercy's house and she ran it, the house and everything in it, including
me. I'd learned that quickly enough.

"You're spoiling that man downstairs and I won't stand for it." Mercy told
me. "Sometimes a lady has to say no to a man, for his own good."

"Yes ma'am." I said softly and my heart was picking up speed and I fought
to control my breathing while I waited.

"You want to be a lady, you gone have to act like one!" Mercy had a good
old fashioned razor strop and it hurt!

"Owww!" I jerked as she laid that strop across my ass and those thin
panties didn't help at all.

"Shush now, you gonna take your licks." She spanked me again and I squeezed
those bed posts so tightly my hands were turning white.

"Mercy! I'm sorry...Owww!" I winced and my eyes got wet with the third one.

"Oh, you's sorry now?" She spanked me again. "That one there's for lyin!"

"Lying...Ahhhh...Fuck!" I twisted my butt slightly as if I'd get away.

"An that one's for cussing!"

"Mercy...I'm sorry...I mean it Oh! Ummmm..." I groaned, gritting my teeth
as she spanked me a sixth time.

"You parading around like you the Mistress of the Manor..." She spanked me
again. "...You ain't nothin but a house negra, girl."

"Yesssss...Mercy..." I was crying then, with the eighth stroke.

"When you come out that bedroom, you gone be proper." She laid the ninth on
my burning ass.

"I promise..." I whispered and my knees went weak with number ten, so I
slid sown the posters a foot or so, but I didn't let go.

"Now go get some of that sweet balm and bring it to me, child." Mercy told
me and she wasn't even sweating.

I was walking gingerly, rubbing my butt and feeling my skin like I'd sat in
a furnace. Only ten strokes, but good Lord those hurt a lot. Much more than
Mr. Simpson's belt and I could barely remembered what that had felt like,
but this was something I'd always remember. Mercy whipped me when I needed
it and I wasn't allowed to refuse her, I didn't think. I'd never actually
asked or tried and Mr. Reiser hadn't really told me that I had to obey her,
but Mercy acted for all the world like I was her little own girl. It had
just taken her a week or so to get used to me.

"Come here now, over my knees." Mercy was sitting on the bed and this was
the fourth time she'd spanked me, so I knew what we were doing.

I laid over her thighs, no longer afraid I'd break her like I'd been the
first time, and she pulled my panties down so she could rub some soothing
ointment on my burning skin. It felt wonderful and truthfully this was
something I looked forward to, enough that I didn't mind the whipping so
much. Her hands were old and wrinkled, but strong, incredibly strong, and
she would dig right into my butt cheeks with them, working that menthol
balm deep and it wasn't the sort that started cool and got hot, this
started cool and stayed that way. 

I found myself getting an erection, as I always did when we were like that,
and Mercy sighed and shook her head as she plainly felt my penis harden
against her leg.

"Suh was the same way when he was a boy." She told me. "You two is just
like peas in a pod."

"You...You used to spank him? Mr. Reiser?" I lifted my head at that and
Mercy chuckled softly.

"Course I did, who else gone do it? His momma?" She shook her head, working
her thumbs close to my anus and pulling my little black ass open.

"Ohhh..." I stretched a little and lifted my feet right off the floor for a
second, curling my toes.

"I supped that boy from my teat, don't nobody love that boy like me." Mercy
said softly. "Course I was a lot younger then, lot stronger than I am
now. Once upon a time I give a girl like you ten strokes and she wouldn't
sit down for a week."

"I believe you." I said seriously and Mercy laughed at that.

"You like to believe anything, huh? That's alright though, just done you
forget you's a lady now." Mercy gave my butt a little slap. "Get up now,
give Mercy a kiss. We're all better, ain't we?"

"Yes ma'am." I said, getting off her carefully and kissing the old woman's
cheek. "Thank you, Mercy."

"Uh-huh, gone get yourself fixed up now." She shooed me away with a little
smile and shake of her head. "Make yourself all pretty again."

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I did make myself pretty, devoting myself to it so that when Mr. Reiser
finally left his study and came upstairs, I was ready for him. I wore my
camisole and tap pants set, the one my mother had bought me a month
before. It was soft and made of fine silk, emerald green and that really
was my best color, I thought. It had looked good on me before, but now that
I had breasts it was divine, if only slightly too small, but that just made
it even better.

The thin spaghetti straps were over my shoulders and my tits pushed the
silk out hard, so that their firm shape was easily seen. The cups, such as
they were, had white lace trim, matching the lace around the hem at the
bottom of the camisole, as well as the waistband of the tap pants, which
were really just loose shorts. The legs were tailored in a V shape, so that
they rode high around my hips and exposed a lot of butt in the back and
thigh in the front, barely concealing my penis and balls. It was sexy and
beautiful and I'd made my face up to match, with green eye shadow and ruby
lips. I'd put on jewelry and brushed my hair for thirty minutes.

When my Master found me I was laying on the bed, on my side with my knees
together and slightly bent, my left arm cocked at the elbow, propping up my
head. I was just tracing the index finger of my right hand over the bed
spread, following the stitches while I waited, as if doodling in my
boredom. I didn't look at the man right away, I was teasing him, ignoring
him as he stopped halfway into the bedroom, staring at me, I knew. I'd done
everything I could to make him desire me and my penis was swollen with
anticipation, the head barely exposed against my right thigh as it peeked
out and that was deliberate and just for my owner.

"I thought you were sleeping already." Mr. Reiser finally said.

"No." I shook my head slowly and looked up, giving him my soft brown
eyes. "The bed's too big. I couldn't get comfortable."

"Stand up for me." He said and I smiled, giving him a curious look and
decided to take him literally.

"Like this?" 

I stood up on the bed, spreading my legs to keep my balance, turned half
away from him and I didn't bother to fix my camisole, or most especially my
tap pants. My lingerie was askew and my breasts threatened fall out as one
of the straps had fallen completely from my right shoulder. My penis and
balls were exposed as the thin loose crotch of the shorts was pulled to the
side.

"Jesus." He nodded slowly. "Turn around...Just...slowly..."

I giggled softly, moving as he directed me, letting him see me however my
Master desired.

"Touch yourself."

"Here?" I brought my right hand to my breasts, finding my left nipple
through the silk and rubbing the material over it.

"Or here?" I sighed, using my left hand to rub my penis, dragging three
fingers along the top of the shaft, tugging at the foreskin and pulling my
girl cock up invitingly so that it pointed towards him.

"Yes." Mr. Reiser nodded. "Like that. I want to..." He looked around and
found a Queen Anne chair, pulling it to the place he wanted. "...I want to
watch you just like that."

I masturbated for him, standing on the bed and touching myself while he sat
there in his suit and watched. I squeezed my tits and pinched my nipples
through the silk while I worked my hand around my penis slowly, not wanting
to cum, but to prolong the experience so long as possible. I was staring at
him the whole time, licking my lips and breathing softly, watching my
handsome white Master watching me.

After a few minutes I turned a little more and reached for my ass, playing
with my firm brown cheeks. I spread them, pulling the silk aside and
letting him see my anus while I sucked a finger, getting it moist before
inserting it into my boy pussy slowly. I pulled at my penis, stroking it
down so Mr. Reiser could see that as well, how I was masturbating my girl
cock while I fingered my tight brown ass for his pleasure.

It was good like that, making me hot and my tummy fluttered with the
wondrous sensations I'd come to associate with being female inside. My
nipples itched and burned and ignored them as best I could, feeling my
heartbeat quicken and my breathing became deep and ragged as I labored to
control myself. Precum spilled from my penis, dripping to the bed and I
rubbed my thumb over the tip and brought it to my mouth, sucking it clean
while Mr. Reiser stared at me.

A moment later I was pulling my finger from my ass and I suckled that digit
as well, licking around it and tasting myself, sucking it clean between my
red lips before bringing it back, fucking it back into my wanton hole
eagerly. I pumped my finger in and out, moaning softly and pulling harder
at my penis. The need to orgasm was rising undeniable and I was begging for
it with my eyes, wanting my Master to give me some sign of his desires.

"I'm going to cum." I whispered, unable to remain patient any longer.

"Here..." He moved then, finally rising from his chair and approaching the
bed. "...I want to taste it."

He stood close and I took small steps toward him, reaching for my Master's
shoulders as he leaned forward, engulfing my penis in his warm wet mouth
while his hands found my hips and then my ass, pulling me against him so
that he had all of my girl cock between his lips. He sucked me gently, his
mouth so soft inside, his tongue flirting with my penis until I gasped
loudly, digging my nails into his shirt and going onto my tip-toes as I
balanced uncertainly on the bed. I was cumming suddenly, my penis throbbing
excitedly, shooting into the man's mouth as he swallowed quickly, taking
all my sweet cum easily. I bent over him, hugging my master awkwardly, but
unable to do anything else. I was almost crying it felt so good, cumming
into his mouth, knowing he was swallowing the rapture of our union.

I held him until Mr. Reiser let my softening penis slip from his mouth and
then he was pushing me down to lie on his bed. He undressed slowly while I
watched, with every light on and the door wide open and we had nothing to
fear. I wanted to see him and be seen and I felt no shame or remorse in
anything we did together. I loved my Master completely and as he got on the
bed with his big white cock straining for me, I turned over, getting on my
hands and knees and begging him to take me from behind.

I wanted to be fucked. I needed it like a drug and I was begging with my
eyes and lips and reaching for him with my hand, pulling Mr. Reiser to
mount me from behind. He pressed his cock against my loosened anus and gave
me a small push, my asshole opening easily, embracing that penis that I'd
learned to love. He was inside me and holding my hips and then sliding his
hands under me to find the weight of my breasts. He was under my camisole,
feeling my bare flesh and I moaned happily at the man's welcome touch. He
cupped my tits and played with my nipples and all the while he was sliding
his cock in and out of me, pulling me back by my breasts so that our thighs
would slap together softly. His balls pressing against mine as my penis
swung to and fro like a pendulum in time with our thrusts.

It was the fuck I craved, just like that, and after some few minutes
Mr. Reiser was ready to take me harder, driving into me finally with some
urgency as his orgasm approached. He squeezed my tits harder, tugging at
them as I pushed myself back to met his cock. My rectum was hot and
receptive, my muscles and soft inner walls pressing around his cock like a
supple fist. I was getting better at fucking every time we did it and I'd
learned to control myself, to contract my ass and relax it, to make it
especially good for my Master when he made love to me. My ass was every bit
as sweet and comforting as any girlish sex could hope to be and Mr. Reiser
was groaning, slamming his cock inside me finally as he became desperate
and single-minded in his desires.

"Cum inside me...Oh please...Cum...cum for meeeee..." I sighed and rolled
my ass and rocked my hips and did everything in my power to push my Master
over the edge of reason.

"Oh God!" Mr. Reiser grunted finally, cumming as he continued to fuck me,
his pace refusing to slow as it most often did. This time he was fucking me
through the pleasure, not stopping even as the greasy stain of his semen
flooded my bowels.

He didn't go soft either, after his orgasm had ended, he was still moving,
still fucking me and the only time we paused was when my Master put me on
my back for him, the way he liked it most. He loved to fuck me like a girl,
with my legs around his waist, or over his shoulders. I loved being
vulnerable and submissive and I accepted his cock eagerly, kissing the man
to whom I was so helplessly devoted. He would have been my Master in any
time or place, whether legally or otherwise, this was who we were and what
we were meant for. I felt that. I would have loved him whether I was his
slave or not and I counted myself fortunate that I lived in a place where
he could have me this way, as his possession. It was the best of all
possible worlds, I was certain.


End of chapter 10