Taylor's Dark Submission

 

Taylor Evans had once had a very simple and uncomplicated life, especially after she graduated (barely) from high school. Oh, her father had strongly suggested college, but as if! She didn't ever intend to work for a living! Why should she, when her father was a multimillionaire?

Taylor led a sheltered life, traveling in her BMW back and forth from her home in Beverly Hills to various shopping, eating and artistic outlets in and around the same city. She occasionally traveled to posh nightclubs in LA, and, of course, went to London, New York, and Paris for visits, as well as the Riviera.

But no clouds hovered on her almost nineteen year old blonde horizons. She got pretty much anything she wanted, and had no discipline and very little self-control. Anyone who dared deny her anything or irritated her felt the full brunt of her wrath.

That pleasant, golden time free of stress or emotional issues came to a halt when she'd lost her driving license for multiple moving violations and her father had hired a chauffeur for her. Not only was he to drive her around, but was to be her 'bodyguard' her father insisted.

He was really more of a babysitter to keep her out of trouble, her friend Buffy had concluded. And Taylor had been forced to reluctantly agree. Just because she'd thrown a few things at shop clerks and the like, and struck a few servants! It wasn't like they were people who mattered!

But now she had this very large, mean looking black servant accompanying her everywhere! Naturally, she hadn't taken to it very well. Taylor didn't think much of poor people and thought servants were there to do whatever she felt like doing to them. As for Negroes, well, everyone knew they were barely more than savages right out of the trees, violent and ignorant.

The idea of showing respect to a servant was an entirely foreign concept, regardless of how big and powerful looking the servant might be. No one had ever dared offer up physical violence to her, after all, and the thought hadn't even occurred to her.

Until Jason Smith, her chauffeur, for Gods sakes, had taken her little teasing about watermelons and trees badly and had spanked her! Not only spanked her, but stripped her naked to do it, and then used his big, ugly fingers and a penis so immense it proved he wasn't entirely human to pound her insides so horribly that she was left breathless and dazed for hours afterward!

She had never climaxed more in her life, nor more intensely!

And things had deteriorated from there. He treated her like she was his whore, and even called her one! He called her his sex slave and made her call him master! The outrageous impropriety of such a thing was almost beyond belief! If anything, he ought to be calling her mistress, for he was nothing but a hired servant, a negro hired servant!

But the rough, savage way he took her and used her and manhandled her, even strapping and spanking her, had struck her mind like a hammer, and it had shattered, revealing a dark, limitless hunger behind!

Yes, he treated her in appalling and outrageous ways, doing things which mortified her! But he made her burn with a feverish sexual hunger and passion and set her very blood aflame when he rammed that monster cock of his deep into her belly, driving her into orgasms so intense they hurt!

The dark, animal thrill of that heat made her unable to give it up, left her helpless before him. She couldn't have him fired, for then... then ... what would she do to get that kind of fiery passion and incredible pleasure in her life again?

But his latest outrage had left her shell shocked, still unable to cope, even the next day, with what he'd done. Forcing her to walk around at a beach with him, topless! Then arranging to have his old buddies on the police force 'arrest' her. Oh, clearly he'd arranged that! She might be a fool but she wasn't dumb!

Those two black police officers had used her body in the same way he had, and done it not just in the back of the car but in some sort of black slum while people watched! Black people! And then, with a whole horde of them gathered around her, she'd had to kneel before Smith and suck his cock!

It was unbelievable! How had she let that happen!?

But she was helpless. Even if she wanted to have him fired... and she was far from sure of that, there were all those pictures and videos he'd made her pose for. God, they would simply ruin her with everyone who mattered if he decided to show them around!

She'd have to flee the country! She'd never be able to face her friends again if videos of her naked and masturbating, or having sex with multiple black men while screaming in pleasure got out!

Of course, he didn't know any of her friends. She was somewhat comforted by that. He wouldn't even know who to send them to. He could dump them all onto the internet, though, with her name attached! Sooner or later someone would come across them!

No, it would not be a good thing to get Mister Smith angry at her! And that was quite aside from the spanking or strapping she was likely to get in punishment.

So it had been horribly stupid of her to offhandedly complain to him that Louise, one of the maids, had quit without even any notice, just because her mother was sick back in Mexico and she wanted to and take care of her.

"Stupid, greasy wetbacks. You can never rely on them," she'd said.

He'd given her another of those hard-eyed looks, making her stop and feel quite nervous, wondering what she'd done wrong. It wasn't like she'd said anything bad about niggers, after all!

"I want you to tell Paul that your friend Buffy has a maid who is absolutely perfect, but is looking for work elsewhere," he said.

She stared at him in surprise.

"What?"

"You heard me, blonde girl."

'But... Buffy's family uses a maid service," she said.

"Tell him... that she has a hard time getting there because of the buses."

"Buses?"

She stared at him stupidly. Were there buses in Beverly Hills?!

"Do it," he growled. "Her name is Jade."

She felt her face scrunching up in disapproval. "Is she Black?" she asked.

"You got something against Black people?" he asked tonelessly.

She gulped, then hesitated. The job was for cleaning, after all, and everyone knew black people weren't very good at that.

"Uhm, she has to actually do the work, you know, or Paul will fire her."

"You think a Black woman can't clean the house?" he asked.

"I-I don't know," she said.

"Master."

She gulped. "I don't know, master."