Michael was a good and patient teacher. For me, this was a whole new sexual world. For Michael, I was just one of many white women that have knelt for him. He was an expert at grooming and maintaining a white stable of women. I became a willing slut and slave A few years ago, I could not have imagined my life this way, yet have no regrets.
I worked with Michael for over ten years with his inner-city kids at our Jewish camp in the country. I never knew his world. Obviously, I never knew him. Yet, I became one of his stable of woman. I wondered why he waited ten years to take me. I never knew about the others, but his friends would sometimes ask about Julia or Mary.
He was firm and disciplined, fair and loving, and always dominant. For the first month, he allowed me to err, to forget my manners. To forget my place. Serving this man was a learning experience. However, over time, I learned what he expected and strived to always perform at my best. His pleasure was my pleasure, always.
When he required pleasure, I made myself fully available to him. More than once, he has directed me to the lake house. Recall, the lake house is an unused cabin on our grounds, separated from the main camping area. Private and secluded, and I had the only key to enter the small structure.
After he introduced me to anal sex in the cabin, I fixed up the space, clearing the boxes, swapping in a more comfortable bunk bed, and added softer blankets. If I was going to perform in this space, why not make it comfortable.
He was only at the camp for two weeks, plus a few days beforehand. I was not usually at the camp on a day-to-day basis, but this time, I made an excuse for being there often. Well, to be honest, he requested I be available at the camp, so I complied.
Every day that I was at the camp, he would use me in the lake house. Sometimes for a quick blowjob, other times for intercourse or anal, or all three at one time. Anal got easier and more enjoyable as I got used to his immense size.
He stretched my vagina to the point that I didn’t have the same pleasure when, infrequent as it was, my husband would fuck me. Michael’s cock was very thick, his cock head immense.
He also shared me with other men that he knew. The first time I was shared was at the camp, with a black minister. Michael had invited him to the camp to work with the boys, teaching and exposing them to religious teachings. Michael wanted to give these boys as much positive support. I was fascinated listened to Reverend Marcus Jones. His voice was soothing, and he quickly had the boys in rapt attention. He had me listening intently. He was well suited for the ministry, so charismatic and caring.
Michael introduced me, and I found the Reverend to be a kindly man, a gentleman. We were conversing when Michael interrupted me, putting his hand up abruptly. If it was another person, I would have been offended and said something. However, it was Michael, so I stopped what I was saying. He informed the Reverend that I was fully at his disposal. I thought he meant I would show the Reverend around the camp. No, I was to show him the lake house. I looked at Michael, and realized, at that moment, I was his slave, to be given freely to whomever.
The Reverend spoke, “May God bless you Michael, such a lovely offering.” He added, “I have never had a Jewish lady before, indeed a glorious gift.”
Inside I felt a wide range of emotions. I was the manager of this camp, yet I was a mere object to be given or used by whomever Michael saw fit. I was an “offering”. A mere object to be given, and to a religious man no less.
I was Michael’s slut. I bowed my head in submission.
Michael motioned me to take the Reverend to the lake house and to submit to all his needs. When he was finished with me, I was instructed to bring the Reverend to the meeting hall for an evening session.
I could only respond, “Yes Sir.” Michael detected a tone in my voice. It was the mix of emotions. I quickly added, “Yes, I will be delighted to serve the Reverend, Sir!” That seems to calm Michael.
We walked to the lake house; I was lost in thought. When we entered the woods, he stopped me. He looked at me as if I was a child, definitely his inferior.
He smiled and spoke to me as if I was one of his flock, “Michael is a good man, a strong man, a worthy man who helps his community. It is good that you serve him and honor him.” He went on, “Michael has always provided this old minister with some wonderful women in his purview.” And he went on, “My first Jewish lady, I have high hopes.”
I could only respond, “It will be my honor to please you Sir, Reverend.”
Have I fallen this low and in such a short period, from the manager of this camp to a mere object. Yet, I did not want to disappoint Michael. I led the Reverend to the lake house in silence, lost in thought.
I gave the Reverend full use of my body, providing him with pleasure as best I could. Truth is, he was a handsome man, and I received pleasure in serving him. His preference was oral sex and came in my mouth multiple times. His un-cut cock was the same size as Michael’s.
Except for his grip on my head, forcing his large cock deep in my mouth, he was otherwise surprisingly gentle. His voice was soft and soothing but firm. When he was nearly spent, he shot his last small load of seed on my face and breasts, then he held me for a few moments.
He said, “You have served this man of God well, child. Thank you.”
Great, now I am a child.
When I returned him to the meeting hall, the Reverend spoke highly of me to Michael. Interestingly, I felt pride in receiving the Reverend’s positive praise. A child receiving a good grade.
It was interesting listening to his sermon. He told the young teens to be respectful to women and be a positive role model. He urged them to always be faithful and a good father. He said these words, while I could taste this man’s semen in my mouth. Do as I say, not as I behave.
Michael, in such a short time, owned me and controlled me. I felt honored a month later when he placed a collar on me. A small black collar with silver studs and a hook for a leash. Being owned, as represented by the collar, gave me a sense of pride.
Michael was benevolent. He would extract the pleasures he required, and then hold me, stroke my hair lovingly, and make me feel worthy. I was his pet, his kitten, and I found these words gave me joy. I found pleasure in giving another man pleasure. Giving Michael pleasure.
I served the Reverend twice more, once while visiting him at his church. I didn’t judge, we all have frailties and needs. Besides, I enjoyed being with him.
Michael, became Master Michael (MM) after I received his collar. MM was an important part of my life for just over a year. He shared me with three other men, each worthy and I enjoyed being with them. He shared me twice with a group of men, which was an overwhelming experience.
All throughout this period, my husband was unaware of my infidelities. I felt guilt and shame. It’s in my DNA to feel guilt, yet I felt powerless to stop my need for sex, with my affairs and serving worthy black men. Quite possibly, I did not want to stop.
Michael became an Executive Director in Los Angles and, no doubt, has a stable of new white sluts. Michael recommended a few men for my servitude. I was lost and aimless during this period. Michael had created me, and then left me.
I am currently involved with a successful black entrepreneur and enjoy being on my knees pleasing him and helping him with his stress.
Yet, I will always be Michael’s proud slut and slave.
