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I walked on my knees to the bedroom as Patrick led me by the leash. Once in the bedroom he led me to the side of the bed and tugged on the leash. I noticed on the far side of the bed was a black duffel bag. I knew what was in that bag. I had seen it many times over since my arrangement with Patrick started. He did bring something extra on the trip.“Stand.”I slightly struggled to stand and stood at the edge of the bed. Patrick let go of the leash and ran his hands up my stomach to the top of my chest. He grabbed the top opening of my Princess Jasmine costume and yanked his hands down hard. I almost fell over. When he ripped open the top of my costume I made a whimpering gasp and the buttons tore off and scattered on the floor. I would definitely have to buy a new costume now. He pulled the top off my shoulders and behind my back until it was topped from coming off my body by the belt that tied my hands behind my back. My breasts were now exposed to him.“On the bed,” he ordered me. “On your stomach, head down and I want that fat, black ass up in the air.”“Yes, Master,” I told him.I crawled on the bed and positioned myself how he wanted my body. My face was pressed on the bed, my knees drawn up to my chest, and my ass up. I felt the shift of the mattress as Patrick got on the bed and looked over my shoulder to see him kneeling behind me. I then felt his hands grab at the waistline of my costume bottoms and he pulled them down to my knees and exposed my naked butt. I shivered from excitement and anticipation when his hands gently caressed my butt cheeks.“Fuck, you do have an amazing ass,” He told me in a husky whisper.I gave my butt a slight wiggle and giggled, “Thank you, Master.”Patrick got off the bed and walked around the other side and I turned my head to look at him. He removed his golf shirt and socks, the only articles of clothing he still had on and tossed them to the floor. His penis was still fully erect due to the pill I spiked the beer with. He did not say a word but started humming, the Marine Corps Hymn of all things, as he unzipped the duffel bag. I bit my lower lip and watched with anticipation at what delightful sex toys he may have packed for the trip.I frowned at the first item he pulled out of the bag: a red ballgag attached to leather straps with silver buckles. I had a love/hate relationship with ball gags. I hated them being used on me, having my mouth stuffed with the bad-tasting rubber ball, not being able to swallow properly and making my saliva run out of my mouth, and the humiliation of them. But I loved the humiliation of them being used on me. It aroused me sexually. Patrick placed the gag next to my face to taunt me with it. He knew my relationship with ball gags. I let out a faint whining whimper.Patrick ignored me and continued to hum as he placed his hand inside the duffle bag and pulled out the next item. What he pulled out made me whimper louder.“No, Master. Please, no. I will be good. I promise I will be a good black whore for you,” I whined out as I begged him.Patrick held a black leather paddle in his right hand. It was about fifteen inches long including the handle. The paddle was wide and flat and flexible so when used it would have a whipping-like motion. The handle was rounded and had a leather strap at the base of the handle to wrap around the user’s wrist so it won’t slip out of the hand.Patrick smiled at me and caressed my cheek with the paddle, teasing me with it. Again I whimpered loudly.“I know you will be a good black whore for me. I will train you to be,” He taunted me in a soft calm voice. “But you still need to be punished for your earlier insolence. You need to learn your place.”Patrick paced the paddle next to my body and picked up the ball gag. “Open your mouth. We can’t have anyone hearing your screams.”I knew he meant the people in the adjoining rooms. I closed my mouth tight and turned my head away. I would struggle and resist for the sake of the game we were playing. I was whimpering, whining, kicking my feet, wiggling my body, and rolled over on my side.“Stop! Please, you can’t do this to me,” I begged. “I am a princess and…and you can’t treat me this way!”Patrick grabbed the leash and pulled hard. “Stop struggling,” he said in a harsh tone. “It will only make it worse for you. I don’t want to mark your body or leave scars for when you are sold, but if you don’t stop struggling I will whip the flesh from your body.”I stopped struggling and Patrick leaned down and placed his mouth next to my ear, “We have already established you are no longer a princess and now nothing but a black whore to be used. I am going to remind you of that tonight and give you a taste of what your life will become.” Patrick pulled my head up by the leash, “Now turn back over and put that fat, black ass up again.”With Patrick leading me by the leash, I rolled back to my stomach and once again put my face down on the bed, my knees on the bed, and stuck my ass up. He picked up the ball bahis siteleri gag and without being told I opened my mouth and he placed the red ball in my mouth, the straps behind my head, and buckled the gag tight.My whines and whimpers were now muffled by the gag and Patrick kneeled behind and picked up the paddle. I felt goosebumps rise on my arms and my stomach felt like it was full of butterflies from both the anticipation of the pain I was about to receive and the pleasure and arousal the spanking would give me.Yes, there was also some fear. Fear of the pain, because I knew it was going to hurt, but not fear of Patrick. I knew that he was well aware of how much I could take and would not go above my threshold. This was far from the first time we played a similar game like this and I had done things such as this with other white men and even a few white women, both for fun and also when I was a hooker.The spanking would hurt and leave my butt red and tender, but it was nothing compared to how my grandfather used to switch me. That was done to severely hurt me, what Patrick was about to do was done to excite me.I flinched when I felt the paddle touch my butt cheek. Patrick did not swat me with it, but laid it on my cheek and used it to caress my ass. He was teasing me. I shivered once more from anticipation. Patrick rubbed the paddle on my left butt cheek first and then my right one. I gave muffled moans and pressed my butt to the paddle.I looked over my shoulder when Patrick chuckled, “You like that huh? You enjoy the feel of the leather on your skin.” He continued to use the paddle to caress my butt. “Such virgin flesh. The royal flesh of a spoiled brat who has never felt the sweet kiss of a hand, paddle, or whip,” He taunted me.I tried to answer him but with the hard rubber ball in my mouth, it was just a muffled sound. As much as I was enjoying our game and I was enjoying it immensely, even the anticipation of what was to come and all the things I suspected he was going to do to me; I wanted him to fuck me badly. I wanted to feel his cock in wet pussy, to feel him take me in my asshole, and to cum. My need to orgasm was intense but I also knew Patrick was going to have his fun with my body before I felt that blissful release. I had started this game and now I would have to see it through before I was fucked.I would like to make clear once more a few things about that night in the hotel suite. As I mentioned I am not a masochist. Yes, I enjoy and get turned on by some things like Patrick paddling my butt, sometimes nipple clamps used on me, or hair being pulled. I do have my limits on how far I go and it is not that far at all. I am not into the BDSM lifestyle. It is a fun game to play, with limits, now and then; but outside the sex game, I don’t and will not go around calling a man I am with Master or kneeling to him or submitting to him in my everyday life. I am an independent person, who can be stubborn and strong-willed. I don’t need or want a man to control my life. Just because a girl is submissive sexually and enjoys rough sex on occasion does not mean she is a doormat to be ordered around and bow and kneel to someone.I am not a pushover or doormat and I don’t fall for men’s hustles. I was the one who could hustle them and did often when I was a hooker. I never cheated a client and he or she always got what they paid for, but I did know how to milk extra money out of them. I learned how to play the game and I played it well.Even with Patrick, it started as a hustle for me. He was very rich and I thought I would be his Sugar Baby for a while, milk him for whatever money I could, and with the severance package we had, I could end the arrangement and walk away with lots of money and other things he bought me. But I quickly grew fond of him and enjoyed his company, our conversations, the sex was amazing, and I grew accustomed to the lifestyle he provided me.I also enjoyed the respect he gave me. I never had anyone give me the respect he did. My family surely never did and in high school, I was known as a slut and whore; granted it was for good reason. My job at the resort as a maid was not a job one gives respect for regardless of how hard I worked. Working as a prostitute certainly was not a job where I would gain respect. Patrick showed me respect, however.That respect even spilled over to the “job” he set me up in – legally for tax purposes that would give me a legal income for the money he deposited in my bank account every month, for contract purposes for my severance package for when our arrangement ended, and for health insurance coverage – my official job title was his personal assistant employed by a charity foundation Patrick started for wounded Marine Corps Veterans. Not nearly as large as the Wounded Warrior Project it still did very well with donations and making sure the money went to the right people. The respect he showed me was that he gave me job responsibilities besides sucking his canlı bahis siteleri cock, and listened to my input.Patrick encouraged me to go to the local community college and I did eventually and got an associate’s degree in Business.Just because I enjoy what some people would say was borderline racial play when being with a white person does not mean it is something I will stand for on an everyday basis or outside of my fetish. I am a Southern black female who grew up and lives in the south, I know racism. A man or woman who uses racial slurs on me or calls me “a black bitch” or something similar outside of the sex play can expect to get their face slapped.This is a fetish of mine I enjoy to fulfill on occasion, nothing more. Patrick understood that, and while he of course knew of my past as a prostitute, he always showed me respect and treated me like a lady, except for times like this when he helped me fulfill my fetish.I did not go around letting all white men and women I had sex with treat me as Patrick has been that night and how he was going to as the night progressed. Yes, I had many white lovers who I let call me names and emphasize the difference of our race during sex and enjoyed it, but out of all the white lovers I have had I have only allowed four to go as far as Patrick was going to go that night. I had to trust the person completely before I allowed myself to be used as Patrick was going to use me.The first was when I was seventeen and had an affair with an older white man who introduced me to bondage and sex toys and fun roleplay games such as this. The next was an older white couple when I was a prostitute. There were regular clients who I built up trust with and they paid very well for the extra play. The last of course was Patrick.I felt the paddle leave my butt and braced myself for what was to come next. I heard the smacking noise from the first swat on my fantastic black ass before I felt it. It was like something you would see in a cartoon. The cartoon animal’s tail is on fire and he sniffs and smells the scent of his fur burning and then looks at his tail and sees it on fire and then feels the pain of it. That was what it was like to me. I heard the smack and less than a second later I felt the searing sting.Patrick paddled my butt and gave me ten smacks on the left cheek and ten smacks on the right cheek. Each swat on my ass was harder than the previous one, or at least felt that way because my butt was getting tender from the paddling. During the paddling I was making muffled pleas for him to stop, part of the game. I also made muffled whining and whimpering sounds that if not for the ball gag would have been very loud, not part of the game. He did not spank me as hard as he could have, not even close to it. Patrick was not a sadist and knew just how hard to paddle me.Not that it didn’t hurt, it did. By the time he was done, I had tears running down my face and a heavy amount of my saliva coated the ball gag and dripped from my mouth to dampen the bed covers. Even though my ass felt like it was on fire, I was so turned on from the spanking. The right amount of pain to hurt but excite me and the humiliation of it had me feeling as if I was going to go mad from desire and the need to orgasm.Patrick unbuckled the ball gag and pulled it from my mouth. I gagged a few times and coughed as I gasped for air. He placed the paddle next to my face. He then grabbed the leash again and lifted my head off the bed.“A reminder of what you get if you fail to obey me, or resist,” he told me.I did not say anything and Patrick pulled the leash again, “Acknowledge you understand.”“Yes…yes, Master. I…I will be good. I promise,” I whined out. I had been paddled enough for the night and did not want any more of it.Patrick got behind me and I flinched when he placed his hand on my butt, thinking he was going to swat it again. He didn’t, instead, he gently caressed my ass cheeks and then started kissing them. He ran his tongue over my ample butt, down the butt crack, and then his tongue circled my asshole. As Patrick rimmed my asshole, he ran his fingers up the slit of my pussy. I moaned and squirmed in delight.“You are very wet, Black Whore,” he told me. “So aroused. You may make a good whore yet.”“Thank you, Master. Is…is Master going to take me now?” My question sounded like a plea. I did want him to fuck me so bad.Patrick laughed, and smacked my butt, I made a yelping sound, and he moved away from me.“In due time, whore. First, we need to break in your fat ass in and stretch it. Men will pay a good deal of money to fuck you in your fat ass.”“No, please, Master. Not there. That’s…that’s unnatural and…and something that is not to be done,” I fake begged him. Truth was, I enjoyed the anal play and anal sex immensely, but for the game, I pretended I did not want to do it.“I told you that I would show you how men would enjoy all your holes when they fuck you. Now use your hands and spread your asshole apart canlı bahis for me.”I tried to press my hands on my butt cheeks and spread them apart to expose and open my tight hole for him, but with my hands tied behind my back and the top of my torn Jasmine costume wrapped around my arms, I could not do it. The restraints prevented me from being able to position my hands to spread myself open. I whimpered and whined and struggled to place my hands on my butt cheeks, but to no avail.Patrick chuckled at my distress and watched me struggle for a few moments and then he untied my hands and pulled the top off of me. I was grateful because with all my struggling the belt had tightened on my wrists and my fingers had become numb. Patrick let me rub my wrists and the “pins and needles” sensation started in my fingers. I looked at my wrists and saw the marks the belt made and knew it would be slightly bruised for a few days.“Now spread that asshole and pussy apart for me,” he commanded me after he let me massage my wrists for several seconds.“That…that is so vulgar, Master,” I objected. “It will obscenely expose me.”Patrick smacked my butt with his hand, I yelped out, and then placed my hands on my butt cheeks. I whined from the pain of pressing my hands on my tender ass. I then spread myself open for him. I felt my pussy and asshole open up for Patrick to see.“Wider or I get the paddle again,” he told me.I spread my butt more, as far as it could go. Patrick must have been satisfied because he did not paddle me and took more items from his black duffle bag. I tried to look over my shoulder but could not move my head much as my face was pressed to the bed.“Damn, you have a fantastic African ass,” Patrick commented. “Whenever I see an ass like yours it reminds me why I got into this business, butt fucking a spoiled African princess’s black ass. Well, that and the gold I make from selling black whores like you.”Patrick started humming again and I felt a cold liquid drip on my butt crack and run down to my asshole. I knew it was lubricant. I shivered from both the cool temperature of the lube and in anticipation of what he was going to put up my ass.I was seventeen when I first had anal sex. Before that, it was just a finger or sometimes two up my ass. Then the man who first penetrated my asshole with his cock used anal toys in my butt and I found the sensation very pleasurable. He then told me I was ready to be fucked in my ass. My first time was one of the most painful things I have ever experienced, then shortly it became one of the most uncomfortable things I ever experienced, and then a few moments later it became one of the most pleasurable things I ever experienced.Even to this day when a man penetrates my asshole with his cock it briefly hurts for a moment, the amount of pain depends on the size of his penis, but the pain is well worth the pleasurable sensation that soon follows. The pain comes not so much from the length of a man’s cock, but the girth of it as it stretches my tight hole open.The best sensation is when two men double penetrate me, a cock in my pussy and a cock in my ass at the same time. When I orgasm from being double penetrated I get very lighted and dizzy and feel as if I am going to pass out.I am a vain person about my body, as we have established, and as weird as this may sound; I thought I had a sexy asshole. It was smooth and had just a hint of a pucker and was hairless. I got waxed on my private areas regularly which included my vulva, labia, perineum, and anus.I felt Patrick had used a large amount of the lubricant on my ass, dribbling down my butt crack and over my butt cheeks. He then caressed my butt with both hands, spreading the lubricant all over my ass. I moaned with pleasure when he ran his lubricated fingers up and down the crack of my butt. It felt so nice that I almost forgot the game we were playing.“No, please, Master. Don’t, please,” I pleaded as I kept my hands on my butt cheeks and spread myself open for him and felt Patrick run his finger around my butthole.He ignored my pleas and I gave a faint grunting sound as his slick finger slid into my ass. He pushed his large finger into me, as deep as it would go. Patrick then started making circular motions with his finger. God, it felt so good!As Patrick’s finger fucked my asshole I placed my face on the bed and my hands gripped the bed covers. I moaned in pleasure from the delightful sensation. He thrust his finger in and out of my butt slowly and when he would push it deep into me he again made the circular motions to stimulate as many of the thousands of nerves in my butt that his finger could. Patrick used the fingers of his other hand to rub up and down my pussy, spreading a heavy amount of lubricate on my vulva. Not that it needed it. My pussy was soaked from my arousal from all we had done up until that point.“No, please, Master, please more. Please put it back in my ass,” I begged when Patrick withdrew his finger from my butthole.I then gave a yelp of pain when Patrick smacked my butt where the curve of my ass met the back of my thighs. The smack was loud due to all the lubricant on my butt.“Your ass? What kind of ass do you have?” He taunted me.

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