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

Chapter 7


"Thank you, Mercy." I smiled and fidgeted in my seat slightly as the woman
served me dinner. 

It was chicken breast, broiled I think, but I have to confess I was never
very good in the kitchen. Mercy was excellent however and she was
Mr. Reiser's housekeeper and cook, although only for dinner. He didn't
require her to make breakfast and he said he had lunch at the office
usually, and weekends he liked to fend for himself. Of course, Mr. Reiser
had me now as well and I wouldn't mind taking care of him at all, as much
as Mercy would allow it.

She was kind of old and very black and Mercy had been born into slavery and
would most likely die a slave. She'd had a child at fifteen, a half-breed
with Mr. Reiser's father, and that was how she'd come to be so close with
my Master. Mercy had been his wet nurse and nanny and later his personal
maid until he'd gone to college. After graduating he'd received her as a
gift from his parents, one of many gifts I assumed; a slave alone wasn't
worth very much. Mercy had been with Mr. Reiser ever since and whatever the
woman's opinion of me, she wasn't sharing it.

She clearly loved him like a son and I very much wanted Mercy to like me,
as I'm sure Mr. Reiser did as well. I couldn't get a smile out of her
though, but not a frown neither, so I was slightly encouraged, and it had
been just one day that I'd been there, so...I was hopeful.

She didn't eat with us and I suspected that was by her choice more than
Mr. Reiser's, but I could be wrong. She struck me as old fashioned though,
the way a lot of slaveborn are, especially if they've been in service to
one family all their lives. Being a houseslave was a lot different than
being a fieldslave too, as anyone knows, and so she possessed a rare
dignity and a serious demeanor, I could see that right away. She probably
didn't think I should be eating with our Master either. I should eat in the
kitchen with her and help her clean up and sleep in my own bed and all of
that. It isn't hard to see why she wasn't smiling, when I stopped to think
about it.

We all do what we have to though. It wasn't up to me where I ate or slept,
or what my duties were around the house. I was Mr. Reiser's fuckslave, I
thought with a little giggle, just enough so he glanced at me over our
dinner with a curious smile. I just shrugged and my face warmed pleasantly
with a bit of personal and private embarrassment. He didn't ask, but
Mr. Reiser did take the opportunity to speak with me, not that he needed
one, but for whatever reason we were at a point where we would smile a lot
and look at each other, but not say anything. Perhaps all lovers go through
that at first. I wasn't sure as the only lover I'd ever had was him. It was
fun though and distracting to my heart, the way every little thing about us
seemed exaggerated and important somehow.

"After dinner we'll go to the club." He said and Mercy was back, pouring a
glass of wine for me, white wine, but it wasn't bubbly like the champagne
I'd liked so much.

"Thank you, Mercy." I said softly, determined to keep trying because I was
going to be there a long time I hoped.

"You can show me how well you drive." Mr. Reiser smiled at me, ignoring
Mercy as she filled his glass.

"What?" I blinked and then smiled.

"Your car." Mr. Reiser picked up his wine. "I want to see you drive it
before I give you the keys."

"Oh." I picked up my own glass and I didn't know what to say. I guess a lot
of slaves drive, that's all some of them do, but I hadn't heard of too many
who had their own cars. It was kind of a weird idea, actually.

"Mercy, did you get the packages?" Mr. Reiser asked, catching the woman as
she was about to go through the door and back into the kitchen.

"Yes suh, they in the negra's bedroom." Mercy replied slowly and she had a
real accent, but I liked it. 

I'm sure I have a genuine Southern accent too, like Mr. Reiser and everyone
else I knew, but only someone old could talk like Mercy did and it was like
music to me. Very melodic and not hard or harsh, but every syllable
delivered in its own patient time. A sound that caught the ear and made you
stop everything else you were doing, just for a second, and listen to it. I
swear, of everything I might say about Mercy, like how she was not so tall
and not so thin as I imagine she'd once been, and her black hair was all
gone to grey and neat around her wrinkled face...It's her voice I'd most
wish to share and more's the pity that my words are such a poor expression
of my memory.

And that's love too, you see? I was enamored of everything around us. My
Master's home and possessions, and even his slave, I was terribly eager in
my affections and I wanted to embrace all of it. I was a part of his life
now and a special part, or so it seemed to me. Mr. Reiser was spoiling me
in so many ways, and too much, I was certain, or I wouldn't have dared
questioning his decision to send me to Hathaway High School, for one
thing. It was a school for slaves and that was what I was and I certainly
had no business crying to my Master about my treatment there. I was a
faggot and a cocksucker, and I wasn't the first slave, male or female,
who'd ever been raped and I wouldn't be the last. I was probably one of the
few who cried on her Master's shoulder afterwards though.

I should have been whipped for it, in my honest opinion, and doubtless
Mercy would have attended to it herself. I had little doubt the woman was
experienced with keeping a teenage girl in line, even if the girl in
question was really a boy. A woman like her would have standards of a
higher sort than many Masters and she'd pride herself on presenting a well
disciplined household. Mr. Reiser was undermining her authority in that
respect, or so I feared. These were very much the thoughts I had, despite
my happiness at Mr. Reiser's attentions and his seemingly odd treatment of
me. At times he terrified me, like the evening before when he'd spoken of
running away and showed me the auction house in the cellars of that
club. Other times he seemed to delight in bringing me pleasure, with his
words or touch. Emotionally I was up and down constantly, and it was all
very confusing.

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

"I picked up some things for you today." Mr. Reiser was saying and we were
standing in one of the smaller bedrooms.

There were four bedrooms in the house and slave quarters above the large
garage, but they were unused and this bedroom had been set aside for me by
Mercy, although I didn't think I'd be using it very much. At least not for
sleeping. The closet I would use though, as well as the dresser and
vanity. It was a nice room, dressed in baby blue and white, but impersonal
as yet and I was decided to decorate it soon to make it more personal, with
permission of course.

"Oh, is all this for me?" I gasped at a small pile of cardboard boxes and
several plastic bags sitting near the bed.

"Hopefully some of it will fit you." Mr. Reiser smiled. "Take a look."

I did look and found several outfits, skirts and blouses, a full length
dress, and some underthings. Lingerie from Victoria's Secret and I was
reminded of my camisole and I promised myself to wear it for my Master
soon. There were shoes as well, several pairs of high heels, higher than I
would have picked, but no worse than the leather boots my mother had bought
for me. It was fun opening the packages, rather like my birthday, and I was
smiling and giddy with excitement.

Mr. Reiser had me try everything on for him of course, and I caught Mercy
looking in on us through the open door. She neither smiled nor frowned and
I chose to ignore her as she retired to her own room for the evening. I was
busy putting on the dress that Mr. Reiser had picked out, a very real
evening gown of all things and it probably had no business being on a
teenager, but it fit me wonderfully and even with my lack of breasts there
was nothing to complain about. 

It was blue, but such a dark shade that it looked black, and covered with
fine sequins that shimmered when I moved. It seemed to cling to me like a
second skin, conforming to every contour of my body and I removed my
panties somewhat belatedly as they were altogether too obvious beneath that
exquisite dress. It was ankle length and slit in the front, halfway up my
dark thighs, and the gown showed off my ass wonderfully, and my flat little
tummy and narrow waist. I wished I had bigger hips, but they didn't look
bad. The back of the dress was open to the very top of my ass, to the small
dimple at the beginning of my buttocks, and the front was a deep V so that
even without full breasts, my smooth brown skin looked soft and inviting
and my swollen nipples showed clearly when I turned the proper way.

"God." I swallowed hard and I couldn't believe what that dress was doing
for me. I was beautiful.

"Whew." Mr. Reiser let out a breath and smiled at my reflection in the
mirror. "Put on the shoes, there's a pair that match."

I found them; a pair of leather slings the same color as the dress with
three inch heels and they ft me perfectly. My Master had evidently done his
homework before he'd gone shopping. I put them on, fastening the delicate
ankle straps and stood up carefully, afraid I'd break them somehow just
standing there and ruin everything. The heels pushed my ass out nicely,
causing my to arch my spine slightly and I told myself to keep my shoulders
back. I had a habit of slouching slightly, since I was always
self-conscious about my chest. 

"Shoulders back, Dani." I whispered, checking my posture in the mirror and
chancing a smile at Mr. Reiser as I turned around for him.

"Mmmm..." Mr. Reiser had his arms crossed and he lifted his right hand to
his mouth, looking me up and down.

"Is this okay?" I asked, suddenly afraid it wasn't and my heart was
thumping.

"You're excited." He observed and I blinked at that, not understanding at
first.

"Oh...Oh!" I looked down and realized I had the beginnings of an erection
and even though I wasn't fully hard, my penis was obvious beneath that
dress.

"I'm sorry, I'll...uh..." I frowned, thinking he didn't like it. I was
spoiling it for him. "...Maybe I can wear a thong, or..."

"No..." He chuckled and shook his head. "...It's perfect, just like that."

"Like this?" I looked down at myself again and my penis had actually
softened again with my rising panic, but even so it was there and
noticeable. The dress was just too perfect for my body.

"Oh yes, that's exactly what I want from you." He told me. "I want a girl
with just a hint of something else, something hidden and waiting for
me. That's what I like."

"Alright." I swallowed hard and tried to smile, but I was still anxious
that he might be unhappy. "But, what about other people, I mean..."

"Shhh..." He smiled into my eyes. "...I like that too. Wear that tonight, I
want to show you off."

"Yes sir." I smiled back and it was easier now.

"I told Mercy to make sure there was makeup in the vanity, go ahead and
make yourself beautiful." Mr. Reiser told me. "I'm going to change real
quick. You make me feel underdressed."

"Really?" I giggled and nodded. "Okay." And I sucked my bottom lip, posing
for the man as he gave me one more long look and he was very happy, I
thought.

I was hardly an expert at applying makeup, it wasn't a skill I'd been
allowed to practice very much growing up. The good thing about being
sixteen though, is that very little makeup is actually required. Of course,
being a very pretty boy like I was didn't hurt either. I found some
lipstick I liked, a shade of sienna that seemed to go well with my
complexion. Some blue for my eyes, although I had no idea if it was
supposed to match my dress or not, I rather hoped so because I liked the
effect. Some mascara to give my eyelashes a little substance, and some
perfume. Some Chanel #5 in a tiny crystal vial that smelled like so nice it
gave me goosebumps and it was such a small bottle I only used a tiny
amount, deciding I was going to make it last as long as possible.

Mr. Reiser retuned to find me brushing my hair, although I was just waiting
for him by then. I made him wait though, smiling inwardly and promising the
man I was almost ready. I knew that much at least about being a woman. 

"You need these, here..." Mr. Reiser was carrying a small wooden box and he
set it down. "...Pearls? I think so."

It was a jewelry box and a very simple one. There were a number of rings,
earrings, and bracelets and necklaces inside it, all rather jumbled, I'm
afraid to say. The presentation made me wonder a bit.

"Are they real?" I asked, thinking no one would keep real jewelry tossed
haphazardly in a jewelry box like that. It was the sort of box a man would
use for cufflinks and tie clips maybe, not earrings and tennis bracelets.

"Oh yes." Mr. Reiser smiled and he was carefully extracting a pearl
necklace from the mess. "An assortment of decorations for certain...Friends
in my youth."

He seemed slightly embarrassed so I didn't press for more of an explanation
for that. I supposed he'd bought jewelry for his male lovers, as he'd
bought them clothes, and tried to turn them into the girls he desired. The
girl I was. It hadn't worked with them, or so I gathered from the clues,
but now he had me and as Mr. Reiser put a real strand of white pearls
around my slender black neck, we could both see it was working fine.

"That's it." He breathed into my ear, both of us looking at me in the
mirror. "Perfect...Um, earrings...You have pierced ears, right?"

"Yes sir." I said softly and I was touching the pearls with my fingertips,
finding it hard to find the breath to answer him.

"Sapphires...I think there's some...Here..." He did have sapphire earrings,
of course, small ones, but nonetheless beautiful as they were surrounded by
tiny diamonds in a circular cluster.

I put them on one at a time, fitting the backs to the posts and turning my
head from side to side to admire them and it was all too perfect.

"What's wrong, Dani?" He asked me and I was frowning sucking my top lip and
closing my eyes. "Hey?"

I felt his hands on my shoulders and I shook my head, taking a deep ragged
breath and letting it out. I wasn't going to cry, it would ruin my makeup
and there was no reason for it. I was thinking this was a dream, or even if
it wasn't, it couldn't last. I was a slave, Mr. Reiser was my Master. He
wasn't going to marry me. He probably wasn't even going to keep me, once he
was bored with me. I was just new, just another pretty boy for him to
fuck. This wasn't going to last and I'd have all of this now, but he'd take
it all away from me someday. That's what I was thinking and it was sad and
self-pitying and, I don't know, it was wrong. I was being childish and I
knew it.

I was just afraid of being too happy.

"I'm just really happy, Master." I told him.

"You don't have to call me that in this room." He said and I felt his lips
in my hair as he kissed my head.

"But...Can't I? Please?" I opened my eyes and looked at us in the
mirror. An older white Master and his too young black mistress looked back
and we were hardly unique in history, I knew.

"If it pleases you." He shrugged after a few seconds of silence.

"I don't know your first name." I smiled and lowered my eyes.

"It's Master." Mr. Reiser laughed as I blinked at him and then I smiled as
well.

"Yes sir." I agreed.

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

We went to the club in a small Mercedes and Mr. Reiser assured me it was my
car to use, although it would remain his in name, obviously. A slave
couldn't own anything. He was driving however, as my dress and especially
my shoes were wholly unsuited to the task. I much preferred being the
passenger anyway and I'm not sure I'd trust a man who let a woman drive
him, or at least a mistress or girlfriend. It always seemed to me that
driving was a gentleman's responsibility, by custom if nothing else, and I
liked being the mistress.

"Are you cold? Come here..." Mr. Reiser held up his right arm to hug me as
I slid close as the seats allowed. "I should have picked up a fur coat or
something too. I didn't think of it."

"A fur coat?" I laughed and pressed my hand to his chest, rubbing him
slowly through his dress shirt. He was wearing a silk suit and it was soft
and a wonderful shade of grey, like smoke.

"Well, you have to have something in a dress like that." He smiled. "A
stole maybe, I don't know. I've never had a real girlfriend before."

"Is that what I am?" I asked playfully, sliding my hand down to his
trousers and feeling his flaccid penis laying in wait for me.

"You're my negra slave." He shrugged. "And tonight, yes, you're my
girlfriend too."

"Thank you." I sighed, snuggling just a little closer as he held me,
steering with one hand.

"Tomorrow morning you drive yourself to school, right?" Mr. Reiser said and
I'd been expecting him to mention something about it. 

It was typical of him to mention it when I was feeling especially happy
about something else and I just nodded. His cock was stirring under my
fingers and I continued to rub him through his pants, coaxing Mr. Reiser's
cock to become swollen and excited for me. I was feeling horny and had been
ever since I'd started trying on all my new clothes for the man. Even being
reminded that I had to return to my new school the following day wasn't
enough to dissuade my lusty interest.

"Hmmm...You better not do that too much, we're almost there." Mr. Reiser
warned me and his cock was hard now, pulsing every now and again beneath my
hand.

"Drive slower." I whispered and I was unzipping him.

"Slower?" He chuckled. "I am driving slower, uh...I'm going to have to park
in a minute."

"Mmmm..." I giggled and then I had his cock out and Mr. Reiser didn't stop
me as I leaned over carefully, taking him into my mouth and sucking his
penis gently while he drove.

"Oh, Jesus...You're getting better at that..." Mr. Reiser sighed and moved
slightly in his seat, trying to give me more room. "...You learned
something in school today, didn't you?"

"Hmmphh?" I lifted my mouth and laughed, licking my lips ad looking at his
face in the dim light. "I guess I did."

"Don't stop..." He grinned down at me and pushed my head back onto his cock
gently. "...That's too good."

It was slightly awkward giving Mr. Reiser a blowjob in a moving car and I
couldn't deep throat him like I wanted to, but I was able to get half of
him in my mouth anyway and I contented myself with bobbing my head up and
down and following my mouth with my right hand, jerking him off while I
sucked him. It was nice like that, for both of us I thought, and I just
loved the feeling of his smooth hot shaft sliding between my stretched
lips. It was thick and sexy and I washed his cockhead happily with my
tongue, tickling at the man's pisshole with the tip and then wriggling
beneath the head as it went in and out.

"Damn...Ummm...Hold on..." Mr. Reiser chuckled with frustration and I
realized he was pulling over.

We were on the Owner's Club plantation by then, for lack of a better word,
somewhere along the drive leading from the main road up to the
mansion. Mr. Reiser had pulled to the soft shoulder and he was getting out
as I sat up, unsure of what we were doing until he opened the passenger
door. His long white cock was still standing out straight from his trousers
and he stood there smiling and presenting it to me.

"Okay...Go ahead, Dani...Take it...Suck me off now..."

It was a lot easier, I had to admit and I just turned in my seat, putting
my right foot outside the car and leaning forward to take my Master's fat
cock back into my hungry mouth. I pulled his balls free then, so that they
hung loose in the night air and I moved my mouth up and down slowly while I
played with them. A car drove by a minute later and slowed down, but didn't
stop and neither did I. Whether the people in it could see me or what I was
doing, I didn't care. I was sucking my owner's cock and taking him into my
throat finally as Mr. Reiser groaned softly and held my head.

"Jesus...I want to fuck you..." He was breathing. "...But your mouth feels
so fucking good, you little whore...Jesus...Suck it, suck it all the
way..."

He was fucking himself into me, the way Mr. Reiser liked to do it, holding
my head when it started feeling too good, and just moving his hips to slide
his aching cock in and out between my lips. I was definitely getting better
at it and all I had to do was remember to lean way forward and wipe my chin
a lot. Everytime Mr. Reiser would pull back from my throat my mouth would
be overflowing with saliva and precum and it was always more than I could
swallow. I usually needed a big drink of air too and so all that wet mess
would spill from my lips and if I wasn't careful, onto my brand new dress.

I was being real careful, which probably explains as much as anything why
my Master decided to fuck me instead of cumming in my mouth.

"Come on...Stop, Dani...Come here...Bend over, I'm going to fuck you
now..." Mr. Reiser was pulling me out of the car and I giggled breathlessly
as he pushed me over the hood of the Mercedes, which was at least nice and
warm after all the driving.

"Yeah...Careful...Oh God!" I laughed as I just stretched out on my tummy,
breathing hard and laughing.

"Oh yeah, I'm careful..." Mr. Reiser promised and he was pushing my dress
up, exposing my long brown legs and then my nice round ass and I spread my
thighs for him, nodding over my shoulder because I wanted it now.

"Fuck me...Put it in..." I begged the man and then I sighed with pleasure
as Mr. Reiser pressed his cockhead to my anus, which was more than ready. 

I was already greased with KY jelly, having come to the conclusion that I'd
be needing it before the night was done and now I was very pleased to find
I'd been right. I was loose anyway, having been fucked a half dozen times
already that day, but now I was hot and slippery and my owner's rigid
manhood went balls deep into my asshole with one deliciously long push. 

"Ohhh fuuuuuck...Dani that's good, baby..." Mr. Reiser moaned and held my
hips, pulling me off the hood slightly so I could thrust my ass back
against him.

He fucked me hard then, as hard as he wanted to and it was feeling good for
me. I was sore, yeah, and tender and abused back there, it would
doubtlessly really hurt later, or in the morning, but right then, being
fucked on the side of the road by my Master? It was heavenly and his thighs
were slapping mine as his urgent cock rushed in and out of my asshole
easily. My semi-hard penis was hanging down with my balls, swinging and
swaying and that felt both funny and good all at once too. A car drove by,
giving us a honk and I saw a black girl's face looking out the passenger
window as she stared at us. It just made me giggle and push my ass back
harder; rolling my hips and grinding my ass against the man I loved.

"I'm cumming...Fuck! I wanna fuck you all night...Ohhh..." Mr. Reiser
pulled me to him hard, all his motion coming to a stop while I worked my
ass around on his dick, squeezing him with my asshole, working those
muscles to milk his cock for every drop of sperm I could get inside my
horny black ass.

"Oh God!" I breathed, turning my head so I could kiss him. "That feels
good."

"Shit." Mr. Reiser kissed me and grinned. "You're telling me? I'm going to
need some Viagra after a few more days of this."

"No." I kissed him again. "You're not that old. I love you, Master."

"I love you too." He whispered and that was the first time he'd said it and
I felt my heart skip a beat and then keep going, even harder than before.

He loved me. I reached back, holding Mr. Reiser's head and his mouth to
mine because I needed a long, deep and serious kiss while his cock still
leaked his creamy orgasm into my hot trembling body.


End of chapter 07