I am the white male bitch slave of a dominant Black woman named Tyra, who insists I call her Ty. Ty is a strange but sexy combination of the masculine and feminine. She is 6'3 in height, has strong muscular arms, legs, and thighs, but also very large soft breasts, and a massive ass. She is dark skinned, wears her hair in a short manish style, but has a pretty feminine face. She is smart, educated, and a medical doctor. She usually wears men's clothing and has an aggressive masculine personality. Yet she can be kind, loving, and nurturing. I am madly in love with her.
I am Jenny. I can barely remember my male name and am never allowed to use it. I am a slender 5'8 and have been taking female hormones supplied by Tyra for the past six months. I have grown a nice pair of tits, and my hips and ass have grown larger. My hair has grown long enough to be styled into a short attractive feminine cut. When I look in the mirror I see very little that's masculine left in me, except for my cock, which still works fine, and is usually erect because seeing what Ty/Tyra has done to me excites me. When not naked, I wear women's clothing. It's all I have to wear. I am Tyra/Ty's slave bitch.
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Tyra/Ty has trained me to meet her needs. We don't have a boring routine, but certain things and rituals are required daily. A typical day goes something like this.
A vibrating alarm on a wristwatch I wear at night wakes me at 6AM. I get up quietly, not disturbing my owner. I go to the kitchen and prepare breakfast. Unless Ty has told me she wanted something special the night before, breakfast is simple. I scramble a couple of eggs, make a slice of toast, being careful to make it exactly the way she likes it. In my first attempt months ago I had over toasted it, and when I presented it to her, she told me it was shit, put me over her knees, pulled down my panties, and shoved the dry toast up my ass. It didn't hurt, but it was the most humiliating thing anyone had ever done to me. I realized at that moment that Ty/Tyra could do whatever he/she wanted to with me. Anything. It excited me. If you can imagine it, my cock got hard as she pushed the last piece of toast up my ass with her finger.
When I had finished preparing breakfast I put it in a covered tray, poured a glass of orange juice, and took it to the bedroom. Tyra was still sleeping, so I put the tray down and went to wake her. There were two ways I could do it. If Tyra was sleeping on her side or stomach, I'd start licking the crack of her ass until I found her asshole, and wake her by gently licking it. If she was on her back, I'd put my face between her legs and lick her pussy. Tyra awoke every morning to her slave bitch licking her pussy or asshole. We both believed it was the way things should be. This morning she was on her back, so I started working my tongue inside her, and began to lick her clit. She woke up with a small moan, spread her legs a bit to allow me full access, and I licked her to her first orgasm of the day. It didn't take long. Tyra never had much trouble reaching orgasm. At least with me. She once told me, "I always cum quick when some white sissy bitch boy worships my Black body."
After the orgasm she kissed me and felt for my cock. It was, as usual, hard. Despite the female hormones I found myself almost always sexually aroused. I didn't think that was supposed to happen. When I asked her about it she smiled and said, "There are ways to offset the effects female hormones have on a mans sex drive. Maybe I added a little something to your shot, or maybe you just like the way I treat you...or maybe both!"
I certainly did enjoy how she treated me as an inferior white slave. I couldn't deny that, but even when she wasn't around I got aroused by almost anything. Seeing my feminized body in the mirror. The way panties felt when I put them on. Even how my now longer hair felt when it brushed my ears, reminding me it was in a female style. Whatever the reason. I loved it.
