1. Sissy Gets A Black Master


    Date: 4/28/2016, Categories: Anal, Interracial Sex, Shemales, Author: sissirandi, Rating: 83, Source: xHamster

    panties and catsuits, corsets, teddies, long peignoirs, and I go fucking crazy over garter belts and stockings. Always be certain your stockings are silk; I hate nylon shit! Buy some new high heels too. And also pick up a chambermaid uniform, a schoolgirl outfit and try to find a haremgirl costume. Last of all, don't fucking call me or IM me or email me to say that you want to back out of this. Too fucking late, girlie! You fuck with a topdog, you gonna get topped! See ya, BLACK MASTER" I was trembling as I read the harsh words and I realized I was crying a bit too. Oh no. What have I gotten into here? He can't possibly think that I can follow through with this total lifestyle change, can he? I mean I love wearing lingerie, but I can't just become a female... I've got to end this now, before it goes to a place I can't escape from. These types of relationships have to be consensual, don't they? I mean he can't just f***e me to do these things... I decided to take a chance. I dialed the number from my caller ID. One ring. Two rings. Three rings. Then four, five, six, seven. Shit. Suddenly he answers. "What, sissy?" I swallowed hard and took a deep breath as his utterly masculine voice cascaded over me. "H...hello, Master?" I spoke in a tiny voice, ashamed. I couldn't believe I was a 36 year-old man, stuttering like a k** on his first date. There's a long pause. "Yea, it's your Master. Now what the fuck do you want?" I couldn't breathe and my ears were ringing for some reason. ...
    "M...master. S...sir. I can't...can't do this, sir." There was silence on the other end. "Do what, sissy?" I didn't know how to say it. "Master, I can't...can't be...be with you. M...master." Again, silence engulfed us. I could hear his breathing, could almost imagine him next to me. "You're already `with' me, sissy. I marked you as mine last night, remember? Gurl takes a black top's cum all over her face and down her throat and in her asspussy, makes it kinda hard for her Master to believe she don't want it." I was sobbing now, trying to stem the flow of tears and form a coherent thought. I did not want this, did I? I couldn't face the constant humiliation and subjugation and degradation. "P...p...please, M...master." I sobbed like a woman. "P...please don't c...come over. J...just leave m...me a...lone..." There was a long pause on the line. "You're fucking with me bitch, and I don't like it. Told you not to fuck with me. Doesn't matter what you want or think you want. You're mine. I guess I need to head over there and give you another lesson, eh? Fucking up my day, now ya are, gurlie. I ain't gonna be happy when I get there so better try to pretty yourself up for me a little extra." He said it as a statement, as if it were the most normal thing in the world for him to discuss. His voice suggested that there was no room for debate. "B...but Master, s...sir. I have plans toda..." He cut me off before I could finish my last word. "Shut it, cunt. Your plans are whatever I give ...