Dearest Serena,
You were truthful; I was totally mesmerized upon viewing Delilah from afar.
My husband and I attended the New Year's Gala adorned in our entire splendor;
black tux, evening gown, and pearls. I observed the regal black goddess from a
distance and could not take my eyes off her. Beauty was her definition. Her
yellow chiffon dress only highlighted her ebony skin; her full breasts clung to
her outfit; her air of dignity, elan and sophistication exceeded anything I had
observed in another person. As we all danced and celebrated the evening I was
not aware I had been gazing and staring all night at the divinity until we
inadvertently visited the ladies lounge together. She confronted me most
directly.
You seem so preoccupied this celebratory night, you've barely shown
your husband the attention he deserves, she confidently stated. You
must be preoccupied with other thoughts.
Yes, I suppose I have, I demurely responded.
Do you always act so aloof from your husband, or is this some phase of
yours? You've spent an inordinate amount of energy and time following my
whereabouts for the better part of the evening. I suppose you've wanted to meet
me, she continued in her assured manner.
Oh really, I must have been evening dreaming, I responded with a
cute and lying quip.
Sternly she retorted, Don't be insolent. I demand respect and
obedience. When I take a pet I expect total adherence to my rules and
disciplines. You want to be my favorite, don't you? I see the signs within you.
Dryness of mouth, palpitating heart, ogling eyes, wetness in the loins, you have
all these symptoms.
Was I embarrassingly noticeable?
Only to me, Delilah asserted. My pet, you have an
objectionable air about you, a sense of haughtiness which can only be corrected
with proper instruction and training. I'll expect you at my abode tomorrow, nine
o'clock a.m. sharp. You are to ring my porch doorbell naked save for your strand
of pearls. I love gifts. As for tonight, when you leave this lounge, I expect to
see you giving not only your husband some attention but other gentlemen as well.
You are to remove all your undergarments and deposit them in the lounge
receptacle. I will be observing your first test of obedience. So for now, ta-ta,
I'll see you in the morning.
She strode from the lounge with such an aura of grandeur, self-assurance, and
sovereignty. I was more than taken aback. I could not resist this matron. Was I
so completely mesmerized with her, so totally under her spell? Yes, and yes
again. I endeavored to quell the beating of my heart, I sought to quench my
thirst, my loins were damp, my head spun like a schoolgirl's. A force seemed to
have over taken me; I stepped into a cubicle and quickly removed my undies,
slip, stockings and bra. My gown now, in the right light, would reveal my own
firm young body for all to see, my nipples, now erect, were clearly visible
through my dress's bodice. I cared not; I had to obey my new mistress.
Discarding the garments, as ordered, I strove out of the lounge and proceeded to
dance the night away with my husband and all who frantically cut in on him. I
thought of nothing save my new goddess. The dress stain from my aching loins
were not directed at the men at the ball but the desire I now craved for my
meeting with Delilah.
I arrived at Delilah's early, not daring to miss my appointed hour. Her front
porch offered no cover from the sporadic traffic occasionally passing her
spacious and elegant home. I slowly peeled off my shorts and tank top, removed
my sandals, and stark naked rang her bell, hoping no cars would pass and that
she would answer quickly. Neither wish was satisfied. Delilah kept me waiting;
two cars with teenage boys slowly passed leaving a trail of hoots and whistles.
Humiliated and on the brink of tears, Delilah finally answered the door. My
goddess stood before me, her waist and legs clad in an African wrap-around, her
full black breasts bared, strands of pearls draped from her elegant neck.
My pet, I see you're beginning to follow my orders. Your pearls,
please, thank you for the gift. As the command so effortless rolled from
her lips, I immediately surrendered my gems. She placed them around her neck
adding them to her collection. Your training commences now. With
that said, she demanded I get on all fours and crawl into her sizeable living
room being instructed to follow at a subservient distance.
I'm quite pleased with your willingness to follow last nights
instructions. I observed you becoming the 'bell of the ball'. I'm sure an
arrogant lady of your standing enjoyed your new experience of being groped and
fondled by strange men; your gown stain belied your air of haughtiness. You'll
lose this air of stuffiness, this attitude of superiority soon enough. Now, my
pet, I need pleasuring. She turned her back to me, bent over and exposed
her luscious derriere. Give this ass a complete kissing and licking, and I
do mean complete. I crawled to my Queen and obediently commenced kissing
her black butt. Each ebony orb was completely covered with my devoting lips.
Knowing what was expected of me by her stern instructions, I spread her ass
checks and inserted my tongue into the crevice of her anus drawing in the musk
of her womanly smells and tasting the ring of her sphincter. As she moaned with
pleasure I instinctively and desirously increased my delving into her most
private part. I was becoming her pleasure pet, and I loved it.
Such was my initiation and decent into the joy of satisfying my Mistress's
carnal desires. All her wishes, commands, and orders I immediately and gladly
obeyed. Serena, I was becoming her slave, her concubine, and her servant. I
never believed I would lose my arrogance, my conceit, and my hauteur. I was as
you tried to explain, becoming one with myself, I was finding my purpose. By
becoming her slave, by degrading myself, I was discovering my destiny. As I
descended the conventional steps of shame, my body and mind only craved more
humiliation, more disgrace and more embarrassment. But at last as you predicted,
I felt vibrant, alive, and focused.
As the months rolled past I continued to adopt my behavior to my Queen's
requirements and instructions. No longer did I submit to my husband's bedroom
needs. Now, at my Mistress's direction, she dictated our sex routine. No longer
was he permitted to enter my vagina, no longer was he allowed to touch my body.
He was properly milked each morning and evening. He was instructed to arouse
himself and position himself on all fours, I then milked him into a small jar,
his sperm to be borne to my Mistress for her daily bath, he had become a
function, a provider for an African woman's rituals and customs. Upon my Queen's