At one point you were worthy of being considered Her #1 submissive, tending and catering to Her accordingly. For several months, You obeyed and strived to be just what She wanted from a slave.. but then you started to forget your place, you slipped up by disrespecting Her in front of others, you displayed immaturity by acting like a jealous little child when She interacted with others and just had misbehaved one too many times. Despite your begging, She wasn't having it anymore. She'd decided that since She could no longer trust your unconditional obedience, it was time to move on. However, that would not mean you'd go without being punished first. After you'd finally been considered done, She'd have you fitted with a muzzle, laced up in a tight leather hood and placed in hand/ankle cuffs. Attaching a leash to your collar, you'd meekly follow behind Her while being led down a set of stairs to some type of dim and dank basement, which contained a small metal cage where you'd be locked up in over the next two weeks. "On your knees, stupid f*ggot!" as She prodded your bare ass with Her foot. "In you go.. you're in the doghouse now like the whiny bitch you are should be" You'd be fed gruel and scraps twice a day and walked once a day for about an hour on the other side of the basement for relieving yourself and given a quick scrub down with a toilet brush and cold water. The remaining 23 hours would entail being confined in the cage to 'think and reflect' on your disobedience...Each time, the fading sound of Her going up the stairs followed by the clicking sound of turning off a light switch and the slam of a door followed by a locking sound was the worst. Even during that one hour, you remained blindfolded while fed through the muzzle opening so that you'd be unable to even see Her, nor would She even speak a word aside from the order to 'eat!" as a bowl of scraps was placed on the floor which you'd try to lap up as best you could. After She determined you were finished She'd command 'open!" and a baby bottle of some sort was shoved in your mouth for you to suck on, which consisted merely of warm tap water. Once hydrated, the muzzle (with it's pear/ball shaped filling) would be inserted and buckled tightly on once again before being prodded back into the tiny padlocked cage.
After about two weeks, you would then be moved on to being of use as Her personal punching bag for an additional hour or so each day. Placed in a white burlap like sack, and fastened with a few additional straps and chains, you'd find yourself being hoisted slightly up in the air via a cable hook as you futilely squirmed and wriggled like a worm on a fishhook. You'd then endure daily beatings either with different styled whips or from Her actual fists and kicks depending on how She felt like beating you. Then back to the cage you'd go..
Thinking that enduring this treatment and punishment for about a month would at least give you hope that you'd eventually be released to serve as her submissive once again, the real final dagger She'd finish you with would be removing you from the cage and leashed as She finally led you back up the stairs. While feeling the slightest happiness and relief for the first time in a while thinking your punishment was over and you'd be back to serving Her again, the ultimate blow would come as your hood was removed and aside from the bright light, you'd see a tall and muscular Black man standing right over you. While still muzzled, you'd show a look of dismay and confusion in your eyes glancing up to see your (now former) Ebony superior for the first time. Patting your head followed by a slight caress along your cheek "darling, this is Jamaal, he's a friend of my brother..I thought it was best for the both of us to have him become your new 'handler' from now." With a muffled sound of protest through my gag and shaking of my head she patted me once again; "Shh shh, now honey don't worry, Jamaal will take good care of you from now on" with a slight chuckle She couldn't hold back. Jamaal was grinning with a certain look in his eyes that I realized would be my first instance of compliance toward my soon to be Master. "Being the f*ggot bitch that you are, I thought Jamaal here would be the ideal superior and owner for you. I told him about your cleaning skills and such and he is looking forward to putting you to work full time as his maid. Shh, quiet doll, I think Jamaal is exactly the type of owner you need and I'm certain within no time, you'll be come to accept and be content under him as your Master.." Then after handing the leash over to Jamaal, the hood would once again be placed over my head and laced up extra tight. "Jamaal will of course have other 'needs' you'll have to regularly tend to" She said while chuckling a bit once again.."Being the sissy f*ggot you are, I mentioned that you had potential as a great c*cksucker and 'passionate in the bedroom' hehe..As a simply whimpered under my hood with my head down she continued, "Jamaal is certainly well endowed" as she winked at him "and I think you'll even come to enjoy servicing a large Black cock like his, right Jamaal?" Oh of course Ms. Anesha, he exclaimed with a smile. "I hope this bitch enjoys licking Black balls and ass as well!".."Ahh yes, extra hairy too I imagine?" "Oh, better believe it!"..She laughed aloud this time "Very good hehe..don't worry bitch I'm sure I may come around at some point to see good of a slave you'll have become under Master Jamaal here, but until then fair well my little petlet" and with that I felt the sudden and hard tug of my leash as I crawled meekly behind in defeat. I wasn't even to get one last look at my (now former) beautiful Ebony superior. Jamaal had come with a driver, and with that a door was opened and Jamaal gently guided me into the backseat. I could only feel his strong body enter beside me as the car door closed shut. My ankles and wrists were then tied with an additional zip binding and a white satin hood was placed over the leather one already covering my head. Unknowing to me, the satin hood had "BBC slave" imprinted with bold black letters with a spade sign below. He then lit a cigar of some sort as the engine started, and I felt his strong arm grip me around the shoulder as I was forced to nuzzle my head against his body, close to his lap. With that the car took off and I headed toward the start of my new life as Master Jamaal's sissy maid slave
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