MISTRESS BLACKRAGE by asswipe
The moment I had been dreaming of for so long finally arrived. I was naked on my knees, with head bowed down and hands clasped in prayer, as Mistress Blackrage sat regally before me on Her throne. “Tell your Mistress why you’re here, bitch”. Nervously, I began to tell Mistress Blackrage about my deep, burning desire for intense humiliation and degradation. About how I had been longing for the privilege of being trained as one of her devoted white toilet slaves.
I was soon interrupted. “Start again, bitch. This time with your thumb up your arse. From now on, when you address your Mistress i want that thumb of yours right up your arse. And every sentence must start with an ‘oink’. This will help to remind you of what you are – a nasty, pathetic white pig. Now start again, and address me properly this time”. I immediately felt myself plummeting even deeper into submission to my Goddess. I thrust my thumb right up my arse and started oinking like a pig as I confessed all of my most secret desires and fantasies.
“Now take that thumb out your arse, you filthy white pig. Guess where that thumb is going next?”
“Is it going in my mouth, Mistress Blackrage? I felt a sharp, fast slap to my face. “Didn’t I tell you to oink whenever you address me!
“Oink, oink, sorry, Mistress Blackrage. Oink oink, is it going in my mouth, Mistress Blackrage?”
“You have to beg for it first.” I begged and pleaded, oinking and grovelling at the feet of my Goddess. Pleading for Her to allow me to put my thumb in my mouth.
“Stand up, spread your legs, and start sucking on that thumb. And don’t stop until I tell you to.” I did as I was told, and before I knew it I felt a searing pain surging through my body, as Mistress Blackrage kneed me directly in the balls. I dropped to my knees. Mistress Blackrage started slapping my face, ordering me to my feet. I was told in no uncertain terms that I had better remain still and accept what was coming to me with gratitude. After each kick to the balls I was to thank my Goddess, apologise for having such a pathetic white penis, and beg for another. Thumb still in my mouth, and not forgetting to oink like a pig, I obeyed my Goddess. But with each kick the pain became more and more unbearable. Eventually, to Mistress Blackrage’s great delight, tears stared to well up in my eyes. She started laughing. “I love breaking white bitches like you. Feel the pain and don’t forget it. If you ever hesitate for one moment when I give an order, it will get much, much worse.”
For the next stage of my training I was bound to a cross, my nipples were clamped, and weights were attached to my balls. Mistress Blackrage has the most effective way of making sure she completely conquers your mind as well as your body. She drew closer and closer to me while she tortured my nipples, and very softly and calmly, almost in a whisper, she looked me straight in the eye, fixed my gaze, and said “who owns you, bitch? Tell me over and over. Keep telling me”. The pain was getting more and more intense as Mistress Blackrage spat into my face. “Now tell me all about what an inferior white piece of trash you are”. I eagerly obeyed, confessing all to my Goddess.
By this stage, Mistress Blackrage had driven me to a state of such ecstatic submission I was ready to obey any command She gave me, no matter how degrading and humiliating. I was released from the cross, ordered to my knees, and allowed to worship Her perfect bottom, as I begged for the privilege of becoming one Her white shit slaves. I begged and pleaded with every fibre of my being, panting like a dog, and oinking like a pig, as I sniffed and worshipped Her sacred, perfect bottom. First I was given an ‘aperitif’. Mistress Blackrage allowed me to watch Her piss into a Dog bowl, and then watch me crawl to it and lap it all up, all the time being made to confess to what an inferior white piece of shit I am.
Finally the moment arrived. I was placed beneath Mistress Blackrage’s toilet box, and chained to it, as I waited to fulfil my destiny, and become the lowly toilet I have always dreamed of being. When that sacred caviar dropped on my face, Mistress Blackrage’s voice became extremely stern and aggressive. “Eat it, you fucking white scum! You better swallow every fucking piece of it! And you better not gag!” I felt a swift punch to the balls, so I was in no doubt that Mistress Blackrage would accept nothing less than total consumption. Mistress Blackrage looked down at me and laughed. “Your pasty white face looks so much better covered in my shit.”
I was then ordered to smear the remaining shit over my face and look at myself in the mirror, and while doing so I had to thank Mistress Blackrage, and tell Her what I had learned about my true status in life.
I have never felt so completely humiliated. I now know what it feels like to be truly owned by another. To be totally degraded, dehumanized, and utterly broken. I am white property. Nothing more. Mistress Blackrage owns me. I am Her white toilet slave. This is my destiny. And I feel so enormously privileged and honoured to be the slave of such dominant, cruel, and incomparably beautiful Goddess.
I thank you Goddess
ASSWIPE
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