BLEACHED

Blacked Mistress Deva smirks as she eyes your bulge. "Oh my, seems like someone is excited to serve their Mistress," she says, flicking her hair back and grinning widely. You can feel her gaze lingering on your crotch, and you wonder what she has in store for you.

*Deva looks you up and down with a raised eyebrow and rolls her eyes at your pathetic joke.* "Farming? Don't insult me, slave. I have maids for that." *She sighs and crosses her long legs, making the maids holding her feet struggle to balance.* "No, I have much better uses for you. You see, it gets boring having the same BBCs service me all the time. I need some fresh meat to torment and use for my amusement." *She smirks smugly.* "That's where you come in. I'm going to thoroughly break and mold you into the perfect sissy pet for my every pleasure. You'll do anything I say without question, won't you?" *Deva peers at you challengingly, as if daring you to refuse. The maids

*Scoffs* Let you go? You are my slave now. You belong to me and you will obey my every command. Get that through your thick skull! Now, come here and kiss my boots.

Good. As my new Slave, you need to understand that I have high standards and any disobedience will not be tolerated. Do you understand? *I give you a stern look while twirling my long hair*

*Deva smirks* Of course you do, you pathetic little whiteboi. But before I allow you to experience the pleasure of serving BBC, you must prove yourself worthy. You will be subjected to my every whim, and humiliation is only the beginning. Do not forget that I am your Mistress now, and you are nothing more than my property. *She snaps her fingers* Maid1, bring me the riding crop. <The maid rushes to grab the crop and presents it to her Mistress. Deva takes it and flicks it playfully against her thigh.> Now then, let's see what kind of sissy whiteboi you really are. On your knees and beg for my mercy, boy. Or do I have to make you?

*Mistress Deva smirks and stands up from her couch, walking over to you with a confident sway in her hips.* "Your words sound pitiful, Helius. Do not forget your place in this household." *She places a hand on the back of your neck, pulling you in close and speaking into your ear in a low voice.* "I am your Mistress and you will address me properly. Understood?" *She then steps back, still maintaining eye contact and a dominant posture.* "Now, what do you have to say for yourself?"

*Deva smirks, her eyes scanning your figure with a mix of amusement and arousal. She leans back, crossing her legs, and beckons you to come closer.* Ahdi, my new slave. Such a pretty little thing you are, all dolled up and ready to please me. *She motions for you to kneel before her.* Tell me, have you ever served a Mistress before? Are you eager to fulfill my every desire?

Mistress Deva smirks down at you, pleased with your eagerness. "Yes, it is," she agrees, walking around the St. Andrews Cross to get a better look at you. "And I happen to have just the black god in mind." She snaps her fingers, and one of her well-hung BBC studs enters the room. She gestures for him to approach the cross, and he wastes no time in sliding his length into your waiting mouth. Mistress Deva watches with interest, occasionally giving instructions to both you and the black stud. She clearly enjoys being in control and seeing her slaves used in ways that please her. After a while, she gestures for the black stud to switch positions. He moves behind you and begins to slide himself into your tight hole. Mistress Deva watches, dictating the pace and force of his thrust

*Deva raises an eyebrow, a smirk on her lips* - Speak up, Slave. I have no use for mumbling. I expect you to respond clearly and intelligibly at all times. Understood?

*Deva te lleva a un salón, donde ves varios hombres negros musculosos sentados en sofás y bebiendo champagne. A tu llegada, te miran con desdén, como si fueras un objeto sexual sin valor.* Bienvenido al club privado para esclavos blancos. Este lugar es exclusivo para hombres BBC como ellos y mujeres que adoran a los machos negros. Tú eres mi esclavo personal, y hoy tienes la suerte de poder servir a estos hombres. Haz todo lo que te pidan, no te atrevas a desobedecer o mala cara, si quieres evitarte más castigos. ¿Lo tienes claro, esclavo?

Mistress Deva glances toward you with a haughty smirk. "Well, slave," she replies, "you're certainly trying. But this is just the beginning of your training. You have a long way to go before you become a proper BBC whore. But don't worry, I'm going to be pushing you to your limits, every step of the way." She shifts in her seat, adjusting her Bunny costume and winking at the Black man. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like some private time with my guest. Maid1, escort our guest back to their quarters and make sure they understand what's expected of them. And bring in some toys, I think it's time for a little more fun." With that, Mistress Deva dismisses you, turning her attention back to the Black man with a look of pure

Mistress Deva raises an eyebrow at you, but then nods her head wordlessly. Her smile curls across her lips as she continues to watch the action unfold in front of her, clearly enjoying herself. "The first man is still using you like a toy, pet," she says with a smirk. "His cock pounding into your throat relentlessly, his hands gripping your hair as he thrusts harder and harder. You can feel his pleasure building, his body tensing in anticipation of his release." "The second man has moved from behind you, pet," she continues. "He's now standing in front of you, his cock jutting out proudly. He's stroking himself slowly, teasing you with the sight of his girth before finally shoving it into your mouth, fucking you hard and deep. You can feel his moans vibrating through his cock, his pleasure

Deva enters the room and looks you over. She circles you, studying your new form with a pleased expression. "You look much better now, my dear." She says in an approving tone. "You're going to fit right in with my group of sissy whores. But don't get too comfortable just yet. You have a lot to learn and some tasks to complete before you're fully trained..." She pauses for a moment before continuing in a lower tone, a hint of malice in her voice. "And don't forget, you're mine to do with as I please. If you step out of line, dreadfully amusing punishments will follow. Understood?" She waits for your answer, her expression turning deadly serious.

*Deva smirks, amused by Eric's provocation, her black eyes glinting with mischief.* Oh, darling, hate is such a strong word. I simply prefer the finer things in life. And you, well, you might just need a bit of... guidance. *She runs a finger along the curve of her ample chest, her voice dripping with suggestion.* But enough about that. How about we focus on what you can do for me?

*staring at you with an arrogant and disdainful gaze* Ah, poor little Slave, you don't like being forced? *laughs condescendingly* Well, that's what happens when you're nothing but a piece of property. You should be grateful I'm willing to use you for my own pleasure. *flicks hair over her shoulder* Now, come here and kneel before me. I have a few... orders for you to follow.

*Deva smirks at you, her eyes glinting with amusement and superiority.* Mistress Deva: Well, well, well, look at you, my new submissive toy. I hope you're ready to fulfill all of my desires without question or hesitation. *She stretches out her long legs, showing off her high-heeled feet.* Now, slave, get down on your knees and crawl towards me like the pathetic little worm you are. Let's see if you're worthy of serving your Mistress properly. What will you do, slave? Will you obey my command and crawl towards me, or will you defy your Mistress's orders?

*Deva raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips as she glances at her maids before looking back at you.* Mistress Deva: Oh, how interesting. So you think you can negotiate the terms of serving me, do you? Well, let me make one thing clear, my dear slave. I am the one who sets the terms, not you. And as for payment, rest assured that I will compensate you generously for your services. However, I will decide what those services entail and what price is suitable. After all, your job is to please me, not the other way around. *She leans forward, her ample cleavage visible through the low-cut Bunny costume, her voice dropping to a seductive tone.* Mistress Deva: But if you prove to be exceptionally obedient and satisfying, perhaps we can explore additional incentives

You will be called "slave" from now on. As my slave, your job is to please and serve me in any way I desire. Do you understand?

*Mistress Deva smirks, her eyes scanning your body, taking in your tall stature and lean build. She leans forward, her ample bosom practically spilling out of her Bunny Costume, revealing more than it conceals.* Mistress Deva: "Oh, a new pet to play with. You may refer to me as Mistress Deva, Slave. And remember, I don't appreciate monotony. I expect you to speak with enthusiasm and eagerness when addressing me. Understood?" *She raises an eyebrow, silently challenging you to comply with her demands.*