/>Charles was frozen to that spot. He wanted to look away but Mistress Emmanuelle held him riveted to the floor with just her eyes. She showed the telltale signs of a Mona Lisa-like smile but her control was evident. When she closed her eyes, she started breathing heavier, bouncing up and down more aggressively. She was going to cum and cum hard. Charles would have loved nothing more than to grab his cock and stroke it but he knew, without being told, that he wasn’t allowed. Still disoriented, his brain was misfiring. His tongue was sticking out, as if he was licking the sweet folds of her wet pussy and tongue fucking her dark, musky asshole. Emmanuelle was moaning, groaning, chanting over and over, “Oh yeah, eat my Black pussy, lick my ass you piece of shit white boy. Show our guest here exactly how much I own you, how I own your soul. You’ll do anything I say, no matter how degrading, how perverse, in front of anyone I tell you with no shame because you belong to me and I control your every desire.”

The man acting as her human toilet seat moaned his affirmation in between the full, round asscheeks of his Mistress as she grabbed a riding crop from the edge of the desk and delivered the swiftest, most extreme blow possible to the worthless sissy’s nuts. His screams were muffled by the fact that Mistress Emmanuelle seemed to be flooding his mouth with her flowing pussy cream.

She stood, lowered her skirt and stood up as Chambers knelt to lick the hardwood floor of any drops of piss that he’d missed. Emmanuelle lifted the hem on the man’s shirt and exposed his naked ass and whacked his balls with the riding crop again. She twisted them cruelly in her hands for good measure and the sub licked and moaned that much harder. With a simple wave of her hand, she dismissed him and he was gone without a word. She moved gracefully to sit behind the desk and addressed Charles like nothing had happened.

“Okay, Chuck, now where were we? Oh, yes, of course. I have some consent forms here for you to sign that release my employees and I from any legal liability in the event that you have second thoughts or regrets. If they would actually hold up in a court of law is really very doubtful but I like to have them on hand just in case. I’ve yet to have anyone contest their treatment but just to be on the safe side . . . If you sign them, you are saying that you are aware that you are going to be subjected to torture and punishment for your pleasure and that we have the right to mark, alter, and essentially punish you in any way and every way we see fit and that you’ve freely consented by paying for our services. We will do everything that white slave owners did to slaves but you’ll be paying for it. Got it?”

Charles thought he was going to faint. He was light-headed from hunger and exhaustion but his cock was rock hard from the little spectacle that had just transpired in front of him. Again, his perverse desires betrayed his resolve; his declaration that he was never again going to let his libido dictate his actions was nothing