Moms Finding Joy In Slavery

After coming home from college I saw for the first time my 39 year old mom was being concerned for the first time in years with her personal appearance for the first time in years even before her divorce. She was wearing her reddish brown hair long and wore a short miniskirt. She was very upbeat instead of being depressed as she had been since I was in high school before I went to college.

The day I came home she announced she was dating for the first time since her divorce. She asked me not to be shocked that she was dating a black man who was to come to meet her.

She put on her red miniskirt which contrasted well with her very white Irish legs. Her date arrived and sat on the sofa having a glasss of wine. Her skirt crept up almost to her hips. She had never worn anything like this before. For the last several years she was dumpy and dowdy. The change was remarkable. The most startling thing to an 18 year old son was when he put his black hand on her her alabaster thigh and stroked up to her groin.

They eventually went out to dinner and dancing. When they came back they sat in the living room and I was able to spy on them as they kissed and petted. Eventually Joseph told Mom to strip and get on her knees and suck his cock. She immediately complied. This was one of the few times that I saw her naked. This was also a shock in that I doubt if she ever was that bold when she was married. Her nude very white body stood in contrast to Joseph's black skin. She went to her knees and took his cock in her mouth and sucked with abandon. I a few moments they went to bed and fucked for an hour. All the time Mom was groaning loudly for more.

During my childhood and early adolescence I could hear my parents once in awhile having sex, but it was much quieter than now, with her black lover soon to be her master.

The next day she told me that I would have to learn eventually abouther new life. She told me that she was now Joseph's slave as well as lover. She further asked me to take her to his apartment so she could clean and do his laundry. She offered to hire a cleaning woman but she said that her labor would reinforce her submission. When we arrived Joseph was gone. Mom opened the door and brought out the items needed to clean. She then stripped and put on an apron. I saw that she had shaved her pussy due to Joseph's order. As she finished cleaning Joseph arrived. Mom immediately dropped to her knees with her forehead on the floor to greet her master.

Joseph inspected and found a few deficiencies. He ordred Mom to bend over and grab her knees. He then used his belt five or six times on her ass. I had been warned that anything that occured was something she wanted. She then thanked her master for making her a better white slave. She then dropped to her knees and sucked his cock in front of me. I knew then that her change was permanent.

A week later I was asked to attend a ceremony by which a cult that Joseph belonged to would finalize Mom's entry as a lifelong slave. I was asked to formally sell Mom since I was her only relative. I did it despite my reluctance.

The ceremony consisted of Mom dressed only in a cloth wraspped around her hips. She pledged to obey her master in all things. She then declared that her worldly goods would be given me to keep or donate except for a few items of clothing Joseph allowed her to keep.

The climax of the event occuered when Mom was asked if she would accept Joseph's brand with three separate hot irons. She said she would with joy. The marks all were in the shape of a spade as in the ace of spades. One was on her hip. The other two were on her thighs between her knees and hips. This signified that she was the black-owned white slave.

She came to her master's home nearly naked to be aware of her total dependence and subjugation.

Seeing my Mom naked with her white skin was a turn on. I believed then in the Oedipus Complex.

After wards I talked with her and was told that her moods of depression went away when she acknowledged her white slavery to her black master. She was healthier and became more attractive and sexier. She was totally depndent on her master to sustaion life. This removed all reason for her to think and make decisions. She explained that she had a choice of having the sign of the spade as a tattoo which meant that she could be sold down the road, or if she endured the red hot branding iron that, according to the cult, she was Joseph's permanent property. Thus, she chose to endure the pain.

She is now pregnant. She is assured that the child, expected to be a girl, would be born free. She could not be a slave because she was to be half black.

I have never seen Mom so happy. She spends most of the time on her knees worshipping her master's cock.