30 some years ago, Howard was just a young man when he accepted a small bank job in Philadelphia. His inexperience of dealing with the opposite sex would prove detrimental to his daily activities.
Sandra Jenkins was 12 years Howard's senior and the fact she disliked men, would not go well with his stay in the accounting department.
Couple Sandra's hatred of the male species, along with the fact she's a confirmed lesbian
bitch dyke, means Howard's life is about to go through some very unpredictable circumstances.
What will take Howard further into this abyss? Sandra just happens to convince the other females in this mostly women oriented atmosphere, that Howard is ripe for becoming their office toy boy!
But Sandra was in his life over three decades ago! How could all those years come back to haunt him? Could the past events have led Howard to accept he's nothing more than a puppet on a string to any female?
Who will Howard turn to, and will they turn on him? Will his humiliations and self admitted masturbation addiction make him the laughing
stock, or will his predators decide to torment him to the point of no return?
Based on real life happenings.
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I can not recall the exact wording for the ad, other than it ran
something like:
“White male, submissive natured, desires strong willed female to talk
to. All races welcome, and size is unimportant.”
It's amazing how fast I got a response. Her name was Vanessa, and she
was very strong willed, as that came across loud and clear!
Her recorded message back to me, on the chat line was brash to say
the least.
“I will tie a chain around your cock and balls.” That I remember, as
if it was yesterday and I listened to it many times and literally
shivered! I called the number she left, and caught her at school,
where she was a teacher. Vanessa (Never knew her last name) was 46 and
black, and built like a proverbial “Brick Shit house.” She had a
stunning face and was tall at 5 feet 9 inches. Oh, what a gigantic
chest. 40 DD! Her eyes were the most enticing and mesmerizing, I have
ever seen! They Demanded your Attention!
She was a true Amazon; my favorite type of dominant female from my
Internet searching. Vanessa was divorced and had a daughter who was 23
years old, and according to Vanessa, her daughter was more dominant
than she was! It was not my nature to confide my life story with
someone I just met and only on the phone at that, but I needed some
one to talk to. Why I was feeling desperate for a woman to talk to, I
am not 100% sure.
Vanessa wanted to meet me immediately, but before I was to see her, I
was to go to a florist, and bring her a dozen roses. She called this
her Tribute. Even though, my funds were low, I found a dozen red roses
for $24 and headed out to meet her. I was not thrilled where she
lived, for it was in Chester, PA. Not the best of areas and very
dangerous with all the drugs. I found her residence which was just off
6th St. It definitely would not be a place to go at night.
Vanessa, was happy to see the flowers, that she asked me to get her.
I think, she just wanted to see if I was sincere. Once I entered her
place, everything changed, and she became this Most Dominant of anyone
I ever knew before! “First rule slave, No clothes in my house!” This
was going a bit fast for me, for I never encountered this fast a
controlling situation with anybody. “Strip now or I will rip your
clothes to shreds.” I put up my hands as if to call a truce or time
out, anything to break this development.
“Please,” Vanessa I said.
“It is Mistress Vanessa, from now on, do you understand?”
“Ye -yes Mistress!” I stammered weekly.
“You are in my domain, and under my rule, you will do everything and
anything, got it?”
“Ye-yes-yes Mistress.”
“Your dick is mine, as is everything else, from now on I own you,
period.”
I had to back track, and slow this pace down!
“Mistress, please” I said. “I just need a friend to talk to. Please
hear me first” I begged. Vanessa backed off, and smiled for the first
time.
“I thought you wanted a dominant woman.” I told her I think I do,
but, that this phone service was my best way to get to talk to someone
quickly.
“Mistress, I never had a relationship with a dominant woman, other
than talking for a couple hours.”
It was mostly through Internet surfing, that dominant women have
gained my interest and really turned me on.
“OK, Howard, I will back off, and we can discuss your situation, that
is so important to you.”
“Thank you” I said, “would you like to go to dinner, and I will tell
you all, and besides I'm hungry.” She pointed to her crotch area, and
laughed.
“Oh, you mean food.”
“Hahahahahahaha.”
We found a little Denny's Restaurant about 10 miles north. Vanessa
told me, she would help me all she could, by first listening, but that
would not take away from her wanting to make me into her slave! Once
we parked my car, she told me to be ready, for being totally
controlled by her. I just said,
“Yes Mistress.” We didn't have long to wait, and Vanessa told the
lady manager, she wanted a large booth, and preferably in the back.
Unfortunately, the back booths were closed at the time. We settled for
the first booth available, which was up front.
I was really hungry, and ordered the Grand Slam, as that was my
favorite at Denny's. Vanessa got a double cheeseburger, fries and a
coke. I began to tell Vanessa my problems with girls, and that it
seems, the only girls I can talk to and with, are the dominant ones.
She told me that I send out vibrations which appeal to women who like
taking control. That was interesting, because throughout my life, I
felt certain types of females came on to me, and others didn't. The
ones who came on to me, were definitely aggressive women! At least in
my more recent years.
Vanessa said, it may have something to do with my blue eyes, and
gentle nature plus being light skinned, and white. She told me, she
bet that black women wanted to dominate me, and if they got the
chance, I would be their toy!
“Watch Howie, and I will teach you something.” She moved close to me.
We were in a booth, and it was close to the register. It's usually,
where the waitresses congregated at Denny's.
“Are you wearing underwear?” “Yes, I am.” “Pull your zipper down, and
pull your cock head through, so I can get a good look at it, NOW!”
Being around 10PM, it was not too crowded. She said, if I listened to
everything she tells me to do, she would listen and try to help me.
Getting my cock though my underwear sitting down was very difficult
and especially because how erect I was. I didn't want to create any
more attention that would show other people something was happening.
Vanessa had long well manicured Fingernails, and she made damn sure I
could feel them as she raked them on the underside of my penis. It was
driving me crazy and I was afraid she would make me cum!
The Denny's off 320 and Baltimore Pike was serviced by all black
waitresses at the particular time we were there. Vanessa waited till
our waitress came back, to ask if we wanted anything else.
Nancy was her name, and she was a 26 year old. 5 feet 5, with a
fairly large chest; black dreadlocks, about shoulder length, and brown
eyes. Nancy had a very mischievous smile. She was your average looking
girl, and weighed a compact 155 pounds. Vanessa had my cock in her
right hand, and now was lightly rubbing the head with her thumb and
forefinger. That makes me cum faster than anything, and I mean
anything! Thankfully, she paused when she knew I was close.
“Nancy, what do you think of my boy here? I know you’re his superior,
and you’re probably gonna make him a pussy slave, if he's not
already!.”
That is what Nancy said, and so matter of fact. Vanessa asked her to
tell me why she felt that way.
“It's easy to see, white guy, light hair and eyes, plus, you couldn't
sit any closer, unless you were on his lap! Plus, where else can your
right hand be, if it is not on the table top?”
Then Nancy said, Annette, who was another waitress, told her the
following several years ago. “Whenever you see a white guy, with a
black girl, and the guy is older, most likely the white guy is a slave
to the black girl.”
“Too many black girls, and women, are fed up with black guys, unless
they need a fuck, then they pick the black guy.” That was not a boost
to my confidence, and Vanessa tightened her hold around my cock. Nancy
went on with her little talk, as if I wasn't there.
“Many of these same black women do not like being told what to do.”
“Woman’s Lib has paved the way,” countered Vanessa. Then Nancy said
to Vanessa,
“My friend Prisa, turned me on to a web page, but it may not be
around anymore. Anyway, this web site, described, how black women can
find their white slave, and how they train them.”
Vanessa, who needed no help in training a slave, told Nancy, “Yes, I
remember there was a web site and it had some interesting concepts.”
Nancy chimed in. “The best I remember from that site, was when, they
said, to walk up to the white guy, and casually put your hand over his
ass.”
“Then, you watch his reaction! If he gets upset, you’re best to say:
‘Excuse me, I thought you were someone else.’ It is most important, to
look into his eyes, right after you feel his ass.” Vanessa, was very
intrigued, and said she never heard that before.
Nancy piqued Vanessa's curiosity, and I had to sit there, while
Vanessa was stroking my cock. All I could do was listen; just listen.
I was certainly getting turned on by Nancy's comments too!
“Go on Nancy, please tell me more,” says Vanessa.
“OK,” said Nancy. “After you befriend the white man, you invite him
back to your place.” Nancy said that the following are the most
important words to tell the prospective slave. “If you want a
relationship with me, I call all the shots, and you will abide by my
rules.”
Vanessa, nodded her head and echoed a loud “Yes! Nancy, please
continue, for my slave’s cock is on the edge, and I want him ready to
spurt, and I will not allow him to, unless he wants to ruin his
pants.”
“Hehe.” Nancy giggled too. (Please don't let me do that, I thought
inwardly).
“Where was I? Oh yeah. Once you get the guy back to your place, you
lay down with him. You start massaging his dick, and gradually bring
his face to your tits. Now, Vanessa, here is where it gets real good.”
Vanessa was really getting turned on, and I was just about past the
point of no return. “When you’re making him suck your nipples, and his
dick is getting hard, you get him to fully agree to be your slave.
Once you get your hands on his bare dick, he is yours. Get his dick
rock hard, and tell him how he must get used to your training. You
tell him he must drink your titty milk first, and then, after you’re
good and wet in your pussy, you have him strip totally nude. When he
is totally naked, he will most likely think, he is going to fuck you!
Of course, you tell him, he better get used to serving your womanhood.
With his hard dick almost ready to shoot you push him down until you
get his face where you want it, right between your thighs. Now, you
make sure he knows what is expected of him, and this is how he will
service you from now on.”
“Wow” said Vanessa, “that is so beautiful!”
