This is dedicated to the all anonymous commenters. Bring on the hating... and then go fuck yourselves. LOL.
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Our role reversals had come about quickly. Surprisingly, it didn't bother me that in our small town it became public knowledge that Cheryl had a black lover and that I was more than accepting of it. That so many people who once respected me, now held me in disdain and contempt, came with the territory. Those white people who felt they were above the negro race, better than the black man would never know the sweet joy of watching their wives give themselves so freely to their superior black cocks.
The anticipation of waiting for him, the excitement one derives from knowing you have given your heart and soul to him. You become thankful that he takes his time to train you, to share his cock with you, that he heaps his aggression upon you. You learn quickly that he is the master of your universe. You know in your heart that you no longer deserve to fuck your wife. He does it so much better than you.
There is freedom in submission. There is eroticism in accepting humiliation. To realize one's true self is liberating.
The whippings I received from Shaquan had a purpose. After a few such beatings, they have reinforced in me, my place in the hierarchy of my relationships with women and men, real men. I was unable to compete with Shaquan on any level and found peace acknowledging his superiority over me. It made sense that I could demonstrate my fealty by sucking his cock and traveling the path he led me down.
I found peace and security, groveling at the feet of my wife and her negro lover. To be beaten by him, to have my manhood rejected by the woman I love, to be publicly humiliated is intrinsic to our relationship with Shaquan.
I knew I was slowly being feminized. It went with my becoming a cock sucker. The fact that I am one, Cheryl reminds of every day. As I've already said, realizing who I truly am is freedom. If you'd have told me 6 months ago that I had a submissive feminine side I wouldn't have believed it. But after willingly sucking a cock, and being forced to suck another, I can say that those events changed me.
I allowed myself to be groomed to be what Shaquan and Cheryl wanted me to be. They find satisfaction in my humiliation and submission. I give those to them gladly. I will be what Shaquan wants me to be, grateful for the opportunity to please him.
I know some of you readers doubt my sincerity. You'll call me names, the names I hear all the time. Some white men will threaten to harm me. White women who haven't gone black will ignore me, shield their children from me.
Black men who recognize what I've become will abuse me, use me for their pleasure and toss me aside. I don't care. I've found my place. Rather, I should say, Shaquan showed me my place. That place is on my knees for my wife and her black lover, doing their bidding.
It was in that sub space that I embraced their feminizing me. Long hair, lip enhancement, hormone therapy, a growing wardrobe of female attire, drove home to me that this is what I was meant to be.
Shaquan doesn't want me to be a transsexual. He wants me to be an obvious homosexual with a tendency to wear women's garments. A quasi-cross dressing panty boy for black men. He delights in humiliating me that way. Cheryl does too. And I want what ever makes them happy.
So it was then that I pledged my vows to him.
My wife had me remove my wedding ring in the presence of Earl, Ted, Suzy, and of course, Shaquan. I knelt at her feet and offered it to her. Cheryl then gave it to Shaquan.
Shaquan checked it to see how many carats is was and put it in his pocket.
For the occasion, I wore a white lacy panty under a white tube top. My legs were encased in seamed hose, held in place by a garter belt. My shoes were white 3" heels.
My lips have been enhanced so they may softly accommodate cocks. My eyes have been made to look demure, slutty, and very homosexual. Conceding my manhood to Shaquan and Cheryl, I was told to be pretty.
Shaquan was generous enough to invite Shondra to the event and I knew she would help me consummate this marriage of sorts.
Shondra is a cross dressing, homosexual black man. Shaquan introduced her to me at a club one night when he took Cheryl and I out to show off his conquest of us. We brought him home with us and Shondra fucked me.
I knew Shaquan wanted that to happen. I think my wife wanted it as well.
You may not be capable to understand how it is to have missed for so long, a soft touch, the intimacy of kissing, caresses that your body responds to, the gentle kindness of another human. In that mindset, when Shondra first kissed me I met her lips with mine, met her tongue with mine.
Her soft hands held my bottom a she pressed her cock to my own erection.
