African deity and her plaything boy.

 

She is a stunning black woman from a distant part of Africa where matriarchy rules supreme and women hold power.

She is a black mistress who is known in BDSM circles and whose entire being is pure dominance.

White slaves, of course, are constantly fantasizing about having sex with this African beauty because of her slim body and strong breasts, which promise white men fertility.

The dominant African has her own distinctive African style of clothing, regardless of whether a dominatrix should wear leather or vinyl.

The African dominatrix frequently travels in broad robes, letting the fabrics play around her graceful body and the steppe colors promise glamor from another culture.

Due to his fascination with the exotic beauty that these black beauties exuded and his desire to serve under a black majesty, the young toyboy has made numerous attempts to find a dominant African woman.

Naturally, the white slave also had fantasies of having sex with Africans, but these were largely suppressed and required him to perform licking services.

He was aware that he would probably never feel as close to an African dominatrix as his wild sex fantasies had him believe, but he nonetheless desired being near enough to a black woman for her to be able to dominate him.

Naturally, the black mistress would never engage in black sex with a toy boy because, to her, all men were slaves who she occasionally used to sate her lust.

The African dominatrix received the email from the skinny boy with the horn-rimmed glasses asking for an audience, but she already knew what the young slave didn't: This would never turn into a sex toy for her! However, occasionally the afro toy might serve in other ways for her amusement, so she wrote back and gave him the first training session.

The young white slave, who was in his mid-20s, appeared younger because he was very small and had been the target of much mockery.

He was overjoyed when the black mistress had given him an appointment and summoned up all his courage to be in front of her door on time - freshly groomed and in a new white shirt.

He thought that even the entrance area, where she lived, was an oasis in the gloomy Ruhrpott.

It was designed in an African style.

Everything was sand-colored and decorated in earthy brown tones, and many African masks hung on the walls to depict a culture he was unfamiliar with but which had a powerful effect on him.

He had once seen a report on television about an African tribe in which matriarchy prevailed and all men were dominated and used by African women.

The big black breasts and the freedom with which one Dominant African took a man to sex in this report, had banned and followed him since then.

At night he dreamed of huge black labia that wrapped him and monster tits between which he was crushed.

So he wanted to die! In the breasts of an African queen.

As he waited for the black mistress, who had arrived to pick up the newcomer in a long dress with embroidery today, all of this flashed through his mind.

He followed his new African queen, kept his eyes lowered by her thin heels, with which she caused clacking noises on the tile floor.

Like drumming an African tribal song, the clacking seemed mysteriously on the white slave boy and already she could have done everything with him.

Completely sunk into her deep cleavage, he hardly heard her rules that she told him when she had arrived in the Africanian's office.

She was sitting at the desk while he had to stand because there was no chair for slaves.

It was only when she asked him what he was particularly suitable for what he woke up from his trance, into which he had fallen into the sight of her big black breasts and the wonderful face.

´I like cleaning, 'stammered the new slave, because he couldn't think of anything else.

In fact, he had a preference for homework and in his apartment everything always flashed meticulously clean.

´nun, that meets well.

I hate cleaning! So you will be my new cleaning slave ', the black mistress announced.

She went to next door, came back with a rubber blind and a cleaning bucket, including cleaning agents, and pressed everything in his hand.

´ Tighten! ´, ordered her and nodded to the apron.

´The you are the only piece of clothing as long as you clean here in my house.

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With this she sat down at her desk again and deepened into a few documents.

I felt uncomfortable to take off his clothes and was ashamed of the nudity.

He quickly tied the rubber tubes, felt the cold of the material on his extremely light skin, and in addition to shame and embarrassment, he also felt a little excitement because the apron rubbed his cock.

He took the cleaning tool, looked around and decided to first clean the shelf.

The black mistress looked up briefly, nodded satisfied and read on.

The young slave boy found it nice to be able to make himself useful as Afrikooy and imagined that his African dominatrix needed him.

Of course that was not the case, because she could have had numerous slaves.

Nevertheless, he was now here and so he tried to do his job well.

When cleaning, he literally blossomed, finally began to scrub the ground and crawled around under the desk to clean there too.

He saw her beautiful feet stuck in the sandals and wished to suck the black toes.

But in this first time as afrikoy of his black goddess he wasn't allowed to do that yet.

However, the Black Beauty seemed to be satisfied with him, because from then on he came to her regularly as a nude cleaner.

During a cleaning session, when he was once again crawling under the desk - she was on the phone - the African dominatrix suddenly stretched out her foot and dropped the shoe on the floor.

The bare light sole of the foot animated the slave so much that he could not resist and grabbed it against all caution.

He began massaging the sole and stroking around the toes.

By allowing this to happen, he became bolder and began to fully indulge the foot.

In the following visits this game was repeated.

If he was under the desk and she took off her shoe, he was allowed to massage her feet.

He quickly took the signal and expanded the foot pampering to include toe licking and foot sucking.

Every foot kiss was the fulfillment of a dream for him.

His black mistress had wonderful feet and he loved taking her toes deep in his mouth and sliding his tongue around them.

The smell of her feet mesmerized him almost every time and when she wore a short skirt he was extremely taken with her beautiful black legs.

At night in his dreams he continued foot sex and crawled deep under her skirt, where the black paradise received him with parted lips, in which the juice nourished him like water a thirsty man in the desert.

His dreams of black sex never went in the direction of conventional sexual intercourse, but he was always her white slave, who as an Afrikatoy only made her happy with his mouth.

He already knew that his tiny cock would never make her happy, but he had a dexterous tongue.

After he had served for many weeks as a cleaner and now also as a foot slave, she wanted to visit her home country for a few weeks. He was unhappy to be without her for so long, but was pleased to be able to help her with the travel arrangements.

Little did he know then that taking her suitcases to the taxi would be his last job.

Because the black mistress never came back.