Chapter 5
Ayanna Johnson is a striking 22-year-old black woman, standing at 5'7" tall with a presence that is both commanding and inviting. Her smooth, radiant skin has a deep, rich tone that catches the light, highlighting her natural beauty. Her face is beautifully symmetrical, with high cheekbones, a small straight nose, and full, soft lips. Framing her face are soft, natural curls of luscious black hair down to her shoulders.
Her eyes are large and expressive, often sparkling with a hint of curiosity and warmth, drawing people into her world. She has a bright, inviting smile that lights up her entire face, making those around her feel instantly welcomed and at ease. Ayanna has many friends and enjoys good company whenever she can although is also very comfortable on her own.
Her body is beautifully proportioned and quite athletic having done a lot of track work in college and still enjoys regular gym workouts. She has a slender waist that accentuates her gently curved hips as well as her nice firm full 34C breasts. Her round, shapely buttocks are a defining feature, adding to her alluring silhouette. Her athletic build is evident in her toned arms and legs, and she moves with a fluid elegance, her steps light and confident.
Having got home quite late from her incredible ordeal, her mind was still filled with so many different emotions, and also still confused about her position. Having sucked Jack off in the car on the ride home, she had a few minutes to just sit and watch the city lights go by contemplating how in a short few hours her life had been turned upside down. She gone from being a successful young accountant at a firm she loved and worked so hard for, with so much ahead of her, to now, what was she? She was now a 21st century black sex slave to two rich middle aged white racists. Her two bosses had fabricated rock-solid evidence to show she had been stealing from their company and forced to pleasure the men, however they wanted.
She had given the two men deep throat blowjobs and then their overweight middle aged white security guard the same. She then had been bent over the table, naked, spanked, and fucked in her pussy and then her arse. She had then been DP'd by the two men and required to sign documents to grant them the use of her body in any sexual way they wanted, effectively their black sex-slave. Her salary had been reduced to the lowest in the company, barely above minimum wage, so she was still an employee, but doing a £40,000 a year job for not much more than £12,000.
When she had gone through her front door, she didn't want to see Alexander, she knew she still had the taste of the ugly fat security guard's cock and spunk in her mouth, so she definitely didn't want to kiss him. But he was there, he had been so worried about her, she had behaved totally out of character, not texting him with updates, obviously in a very high-pressure meeting that had meant she'd left him in a bar in the West End twiddling his thumbs, again totally out of character. He took her in his arms, he could tell she was quite distraught, and she wouldn't kiss him, "What was wrong?" Was filling his mind.
Ayanna: "it was horrible, the worst experience of my life!"
Alexander: "What happened?"
"How much could she tell him? What could she tell him? She couldn't tell him what had happened but she had to explain her disstressed state," So much was going through her mind.
Ayanna: "They're really unhappy with my work. They were going to sack me with a bad reference."
Alexander: "But that's not possible, you've been doing a brilliant job. They only recently gave you that pay rise."
Ayanna: "Do you think I'm lying?" She almost shouted at him, then burst into tears.
He took her in his arms and consoled her, "Of course I don't think your lying, just tell me what happened."
Ayanna: "All that matters is they've agreed to give me a further six months trial, but at reduced pay. I'm too tired," She turned away from him, "I'm going to bed."
She went to bed and when he came up, she turned to face away and pretended to be asleep, although she couldn't sleep. She managed to doze for 20 minutes here and there through the night, with so much going through her head. Turning everything over and over, silently crying much of the time knowing her life had changed forever, all her dreams were finished. But also she could feel her little pussy throbbing and dripping all night at the sexual excitement that had been raised within her.
In the morning, this was one time that she was really pleased that Alexander, working in the centre of London, was always gone before she awoke. She got up showered again, it took a huge effort to do anything with her hair. Then she went to unpack the bag of clothes she been instructed to wear for work today.
The outfit consisted of a very short very tight black skirt and a tight white blouse, black stocking hold-ups, and the tiniest little black mesh thong. To finish the outfit off were a pair of 5-inch stilettos and a leather collar with a large chrome 'O' ring at the front and on each side of the ring were the initials of her two bosses. "OMG! This would tell everybody I was owned," She thought.
There was a note in the bag, "Wear this outfit, nothing else, and wear the complete outfit from your front door, we will know otherwise."
She got dressed and when she put the little white blouse on and checked the mirror her beautiful firm 34C black breasts were clearly visible through the thin materiel, she immediately noticed her large nipples harden as this whole ordeal fed into her submissive kink. Her nipples would be so visible through the thin white shirt.
Due to the shortness of the skirt, the slightest movement from being completely upright would show off the tops of the stockings, certainly when she sat her upper thighs became completely visible above the tops of the stockings. She would have to stand on the underground for the whole commute otherwise she was going be showing way too much off. The last item, she strapped the black leather collar around her neck, looked into the mirror and saw what a submissive, owned slut she now announced to the world she was!
On the underground she had to avoid eye contact with everybody, all staring at her obvious exhibitionism, having so much on show. She was stared at by men and women alike, the young and the old. Attractive young men and old pervs all ogling her very obvious display of her body for all to stare at.
When she arrived at the office, she no longer had her previous feelings of pride of walking into the smart modern office, now she had trepidation and anxiety. The security guard on the front desk welcomed her but also stared at her with big eyes having never seen her so sexily dressed. Normally she would give a big smile and a "Morning George" but today she didn't smile and said as she had been instructed, "Morning Mr. Smith."
