I first met Amalie at a party at a friend's house, and wasimmediately struck by her height and beauty. She was standingalone at the far end of the room, the only black girl at the party,and she was obviously not having a good time, so I went over to herto begin a conversation. I'm a slender 5'9" in my built up shoes,and even in her flat heeled pumps, at an even six feet, she towereda good three inches over me, but she was so lovely and feminine Ihardly noticed the difference in our height. Light skinned andwith wide, high cheek bones, she had strong, even features framedin naturally kinky hair coffered in a large afro, and the long,slender column of her throat curved gracefully down into wideshoulders and a slim figure that you couldn't help but want to putyour arms around. On top of that, she was so cultured and charmingthat before I realized it I was suggesting that we leave the partyto go somewhere else and get to know each other better. Shereadily agreed, and we spent the next few hours exploring eachother in a small, intimate cocktail lounge, after which I drove herhome. My first look at her house came as something of a shock. Sheowned half of a duplex on the edge of the black section of thenorth side, on the side of a hill a good six or seven stories abovethe street. The only access was a cement stairway that rosesteeply up from the sidewalk to the front stoop. I took one look,knew I'd never make it and said so. She laughed and said, "Then Iguess we'll have to say goodnight from here," and bent her head tokiss me warmly on the lips. I put my arms around her waist toreturn her kiss with equal fervor, and was immediately surprised atthe hardness of her slender body. It was almost like holding awarm statue; there wasn't an ounce of fat or softness around herwaist. When I commented on it, she laughed and said, "After all,I have to stay in shape just to climb those steps." We saw each other regularly after that, and each night wewould say our goodnights on the sidewalk. Finally, one Fridayevening, after several months, I was stretching up for ourgoodnight kiss when she said, "I think it's time we got a littlefurther along, don't you?" and then, before I realized what washappening, put her long, slim arms around my waist and shouldersand pulled me against her, mashing my body to hers so tightly thatI could barely breathe. I gasped as I was bent backward and heropen mouth descended to capture mine in a crushing french kissthat, had it not been for her supporting arm behind my neck, wouldhave torn my head right off my shoulders. Instinctively I startedto struggle, pushing against her with my hands as hard as I could,but her arms were like steel bands around me, and I couldn't budgeher. Even worse, she hardly seemed to notice my efforts atresistance until finally, as the world was starting to spin aroundme for lack of air, she relaxed her grip on me, and I collapsedagainst her, gulping oxygen into my tortured lungs. Holding me upright at arm's length, she said quietly, "Youknow, baby, I'm starting to get serious about you. I might evenmarry you, if you measure up. In any case, it's time to find outif you're the kind of man I think you are. So get ready for somesurprises, baby. I'm taking you up to my house." Gripping my right wrist in her slender left hand, she pulledme forward and stooped to wrap her other arm around my thighs. Then she straightened, lifting me bodily off the sidewalk anddraping me over her right shoulder like a sack of laundry. Quicklythe hand holding my right wrist guided my hand and arm around herback and under her armpit where she could grip my wrist with thehand that also imprisoned my legs. I gasped, "Amalie! What are you doing? Put me down!" andagain tried to struggle. But I was helpless as, with a lowchuckle, she carried me easily up the long flight of steps to herfront door, unlocked it with her free hand, and carried me inside. And to my amazement, she wasn't even breathing hard from theeffort! "Now I'll put you down, baby," she laughed, and with a casualshrug of her shoulders tossed me off her shoulder to land flat onmy back on the floor of her living room several feet away, knockingthe wind out of me. While I lay gasping for breath, she casuallylocked the front door, shrugged off her coat and walked over tostraddle my chest with her long, slimly muscular legs. When shethought I had sufficiently recovered by breath, she suddenly turnedso that she was facing my feet and sat down on my chest, shiftingher weight backward and covering my upturned face with her slim,hard derriere with such force that I was literally trapped betweenher buttocks and my air was all but completely shut off again. AsI tried to mouth muffled protests I felt my ankles being seized ina steel grip, and my shoes and socks removed. Realizing what shewas doing, I redoubled my efforts at resistance, but to no avail asshe casually unbuckled my belt, unzipped my fly and removed mytrousers, and then my shorts, leaving me naked from the waist down. Rising, she turned and quickly seated herself on my stomach. Imprisoning both my wrists in one slim, long fingered hand, sheundid my tie and unbuttoned and removed my shirt, and then myundershirt. Then she leaned back on my stomach and, crossing herarms over her bosom, gazed down at me speculatively. "Amalie!" I was finally able to stammer. "What in hell are youdoing to me?" She laughed lightly. "Why, I thought it was obvious to you,baby," she replied. "I picked you up and carried you up here,tossed you on the floor and undressed you." She paused to let thatsink in and then continued. "I'll spell it out for you, baby. Itold you down on the street that I was getting interested in you,and I want to see what kind of a man you are. Well, now we'regoing to find out. You see, lover, if we're going to have any kindof a long term relationship, there's one thing we have to getstraight right off the bat, and that's that I'm the boss! Morethan that, I'm gonna own you! You're gonna be my slave, my littleplaytoy and love doll, to be used any way I see fit. Why? BecauseI'm a woman, a black woman who is taller, stronger and smarter thanyou, and you're nothing but a poor, inferior white man! I'msuperior to you in every way, and therefore you're gonna be subjectto me in every way. Got the picture?" My head reeled in disbelief from her words, and I twisteddesperately under the surprising weight of her slim body. "Amalie!" I protested. "This is crazy! Let me up!" "Sure, baby," she chuckled and rose off me. Then, bendingdown, she slid her hands around my waist and, in a display ofphysical strength that was incredible for such a slender, lovely,feminine woman, lifted me bodily off the floor to set me on my feetin front of her. Without my built up shoes, she now loomed over five inchesabove me. My eyes barely reached to her chin, and suddenly sheseemed somehow bigger, more powerful, and more menacing. As Igaped up at her, frantically trying to cover my privates with myhands, she put her fists on her hips and gave a low laugh. "Oho! I thought there was less to you than met the eye! It would seemthat you've been wearing elevator shoes all this time. Well, nevermind, honey. I'm going to throw them away 'cause I like you betterwithout them. You might as well get used to looking way up at me,'cause by the time I'm finished with you you're going to look up tome in every way! Now, let's inspect that little body of yours tosee if you measure up to my standards!" Before I could resist, she seized me around the waist againand, without any display of effort, lifted me off the floor to holdme at arm's length while she ran her eyes over my naked body. Forcing my hands away from my crotch by simply spreading her arms,she licked her lips with anticipation. "Mmmmm," she murmured. "Nice. Soft and white, big enough in the right places, and no bodyhair...very nice, indeed." She turned me in her hands until myback was to her and tilted me to one side so that she could hold myweight in one hand while she ran her other hand over my barebuttocks. "Cute little buns, too," she added. "I'll have some usefor those later. For now, I think you'll do just fine." Setting me back down on the floor in front of her, she put herhands on my shoulders, her long fingers extending behind my neck,and said, "Time for me to change and begin your training, baby. Isuppose I'll have to put you on ice for a few minutes to keep youfrom trying to run away--as scared as you are, I think you mighteven try to get out of here without any clothes on!" Up to this point I had been too amazed at the ease with whichshe had handled my weight to even try to struggle or protest. Butnow I straightened and raised one hand to shake a forefinger ather. "Amalie," I snapped, "this has gone quite far enough! I--!" That was as far as I got. Her fingers pressed down on the back ofmy neck, and almost immediately I went numb from the neck down. Icould open my mouth, but my vocal cords were frozen and I couldn'tspeak. I could only gape up at her in helpless terror as shegripped me to keep me from falling and the picked me up in her armsand carried me over to the divan to lay me down on my back andarrange my lifeless arms and legs on the soft cushions. "Don't worry, baby," she reassured me, patting my cheek. "Thenumbness is only temporary. In a few minutes you'll start to getyour feeling back and, although it will be uncomfortable at first,pretty soon you'll be as good as new. Be back in a sec. Don't runaway!" With a chuckle, she disappeared into the bedroom. My head reeling, I tried to consider my predicament. Althoughmy body and voice were paralyzed, my brain was still functioningafter a fashion. Despite what she had done to me, I still found itimpossible to believe that I had been so easily overpowered by sucha slender, lovely, feminine, young woman. She couldn't possibly beas strong as she seemed, notwithstanding what she had done to me. It had to be some kind of trick. Maybe she knew some kind ofmartial art that enabled her to use leverage to make it appear thatshe was stronger than I. After all, I was a grown man! No girl,and certainly no girl as slender as she was, could be as strong asshe seemed to be! As soon as feeling returned to my body, I wouldtake matters in hand and settle this thing between us. Feeling did start to return, and Amalie had been right. Itstarted as a prickling sensation in the tips of my fingers andtoes, and gradually increased in intensity and spread until it feltas though someone was sticking needles in every inch of my body. I tried to cry out, but my voice was still partially paralyzed andI could only croak incoherently. At that point Amalie returnedwearing a brief halter, a short skirt that barely covered herwomanhood and high heeled boots that had to be at least five inchesin height. She came over to sit down on the divan and run a handover my chest and stomach, and then down between my thighs tofondle me intimately. "Starting to feel better, baby?" she askedwith a grin. I couldn't answer her, and could only lay there and suffer theindignity that she was inflicting on me until I could move again. I endured the pain as best I could, and even when I felt that myarms and legs were functional I lay motionless, waiting until I wasfully recovered before making my move. But she saw through theruse, and after several minutes gripped my wrists and pulled me offthe divan to my feet. "Don't try to play possum with me, baby," she warned me. "Iknow how long it takes for the feeling to come back." I stood up as straight as I could and glared up at her lovelyface, now almost a foot above my own. "All right, Amalie," Iretorted, "let's understand each other right now! I don't knowwhat you're trying to do to me, but it won't work. I'm gettingdressed and I'm leaving here right now!" She pursed her lips. "Really? And how do you propose to dothat?" I looked around for my clothes. They were gone. "All right,"I snarled. "Where are they?" "I put them away. You won't be needing them for a while." "Dammit!" My voice was tight from the helpless fury I felt. "I want those clothes. Now, tell me where they are or I'll... I'l-l..." She grinned. "You'll what?" I gritted my teeth. "Amalie," I said hoarsely, "I've neverhit a woman in my life, but so help me..." Her grin widened, and she said, "I wouldn't advise you to tryto hit this woman, baby. Have you forgotten already how easily Ihandled you a few minutes ago? I could break you in two if Iwanted. You're like a child compared to me. I can do anythingwith your soft, little body I want to." "Oh?" I snarled. "Well, we'll see about that!" And withthat, I swung a roundhouse right straight up at her jaw. Her left hand came up sharply and caught my fist in midswing,stopping it so abruptly I was jarred to my toes. Instantly, herlong fingers closed over my fist and tightened, crushing my coiledfingers into my palm. My fury turned to sudden fear as I tried toyank my hand away, but her grip was too tight, and then agonizingpain from the pressure of her fingers went coursing down my arm tomy shoulder. In desperation, I grabbed at her fingers with my freehand, trying vainly to dislodge them, but they were like steelbands slowly crushing my fist into a useless ball. I looked up ather pleadingly as, a smile decorating her lovely face and her freehand resting casually on her hip, she gazed down at me with amusedcontempt. "I warned you," she said simply and tightened her gripon my fist even more, simultaneously bending it backward and downso that slowly, inexorably I was forced to my knees in front ofher. "Now, baby," she said softly, "you're where you belong,kneeling before me, worshipping at my feet, paying homage to thewoman who before this night is over will own you, body and soul. Now is when your training starts, baby. And I will start byteaching you what it will cost you every time you try to rebelagainst my authority. For your first lesson, you will get a tasteof my feminine superiority by giving me the 'kiss of submission'." I barely heard her words. I was writhing in agony from hergrip on my fist and the way she had my arm bent back over myshoulder, and my head was swimming. Dimly I was aware that she hadstepped forward, straddling my body with her long slim legs, andthen her free hand gripped my hair and forced my head back so thatI was looking up under her short skirt into the kinky bush of herwomanhood. I gasped as, through the pain, I realized what she wasabout to make me do, and inwardly I cringed, my stomach curdling atthe thought. Suddenly the pressure on my fist was released and myhand freed to drop and hang lifelessly at my side, my entire armnumbed from the pain she had inflicted on it, and she was movingforward again, this time to lock her thighs around my neck andforce me backward and off balance. I felt a sharp pain in both myankles and realized that she had trapped them between the heel andinstep of her high heeled boots. I was completely helpless as myface, with my head now held in both her hands, was slowly andinexorably forced up into her bush. The next several minutes were sickening, as she vigorouslymassaged herself with my face, ramming my nose and mouth into thesuddenly swollen lips of her womanhood. I could hear her gasp andmoan with pleasure, and then the womansmell of her desire envelopedme. I tried to raise my useless right hand to resist, but theprickling sensations in my arm told me it was only just beginningto come back to life. My left arm was wrapped around her rightthigh, straining vainly to relieve the pressure on my neck, but sheignored it and continued her ritual masturbation with my face. Iwas struggling to breathe. My nose was completely blocked, and Idared not open my mouth, for her juices were beginning to flow asshe reached one plateau of pleasure after another in her ascent toher final orgasm, and only by tucking my lower lip up into the roofof my mouth and sucking air in under my upper teeth was I able tobreathe at all and still keep her juices out of my mouth. And thenher entire body erupted in a writhing explosion of ecstacy thatthreatened to twist my neck off my shoulders, and my face wasflooded with sticky goo. Dimly I heard a moan that rose in pitchto become a scream of delight as she reached her climax and thenstepped away to let me collapse in a heap on the floor. Instinctively I rolled over on my stomach, nauseous from theordeal and trying to wipe her juices off my face on the heavycarpet. Then I felt a hand take my shoulder, and I was forced overonto my back, and a damp towel gently wiped my face clean. Iopened my eyes to see her take both my wrists and force themtogether behind my head, where she could secure them in the grip ofa single hand, and then her other hand was sliding under the smallof my back. I still have trouble believing what happened next. Ifelt the pressure of her hand under my back suddenly increase, andthen I was being lifted bodily off the floor as, with a single,fluid motion she stood up to raise me and hold me with her singlearm fully extended, high over her head, my face inches from thehigh ceiling, both my wrists still imprisoned in her single handfor balance. "Ta da!" she proclaimed. "To the victor belongs the spoils. And you, baby are the spoils. Now that you've learned how I takepleasure from puny little men who think they can resist me, it'stime for your second lesson--a little demonstration of the kind ofpunishment you'll get every time you get out of line!" Still holding me high over her head, she carried me across theroom to a stool and sat down on it, lowering me slowly until I waslying across her thighs. Then I felt her hands around my waist andI was being lifted again and turned over to lie face down over onethigh while the other locked my own legs firmly in place. Again mywrists were gripped by a single hand, and my hands forced backwardover my head. Only then did I realize what she was going to do tome. She was going to spank me! A grown man, she was going tospank my bottom like I was a naughty child! "Amalie!" I gasped. "No! Not that! You can't do that tome!" She chuckled. "I can't? Who's gonna stop me? Not you,certainly." Her hand came down across my bare buttocks with a force thatsent searing pain shooting through my body. I screamed and writhedfuriously to escape the vise of her grip, but my thighs were lockedbetween hers and my wrists imprisoned behind my neck, and I washelpless. Again and again her hand descended on my unprotectedbottom, and with each blow my body was enveloped in a mind numbingagony until my head was reeling and I could only lay limply acrossher lap, sobbing uncontrollably. Only then did she stop. I felther hands around my waist, lifting me and turning me over on herlap, and then her arms slid underneath me, and she stood up,lifting me with her and cradling me in her arms like a small childas my body shook with unrestrained grief. Then she began to rockme gently in her arms, cooing to me as if I were a baby. "Did the big, strong man get his bottom spanked like thenaughty boy he really is? And by a girl, besides! Did that mean,ol' Amalie make her big, strong man cry? What a poor, helpless,li'l baby you are! There, there, li'l baby, snuggle up to Amalie,rest your li'l head on Amalie's shoulder and cry your pore, li'lheart out, baby, while Amalie rocks you and makes your soft, whileli'l bottom all better. Don't you like being cuddled in Amalie'sarms? Sure, you do! I'll bet you never realized before that agirl could pick up and spank a grown man, but now you do, don'tyou, li'l sweetums?" Her cooing taunts, rather than calming me, had just theopposite effect. Something snapped in my mind. I heard myselfscream, and then I was writhing and twisting in fury, tryingfutilly to escape the vise of her arms. I heard her laugh, andthen my arms were pinioned to my sides and my legs locked togetheras she held me, scarcely noticing my efforts, and continued totease me until I was completely exhausted and lay sobbing limply inher arms. "Aw, what's the matter, li'l baby? Don't you like beingcarried around in Amalie's arms? Go ahead, baby, give it allyou've got! Is that the best you can do? Maybe Amalie shouldtickle you to make you struggle harder! Why, if I wasn't lookingat you I'd barely know you were struggling at all!" When I could struggle no more, she shifted her arms, loweringme until my head was tucked against her shoulder, and looked downinto my eyes. "Satisfied, now, lover?" she smiled, and thenlowered her head to capture my mouth with her own in a crushingfrench kiss. I tried to squirm away, but her upper arm held myhead in place, and the pressure of her kiss prevented me fromturning it. Then I felt her shift her grip on my legs, tuckingthem under her armpit and leaving her hand free to wander over mylower body, gently massaging my blistered rear. To my amazement,held helpless in her arms, her tongue exploring the inside of mycaptive mouth at will, I began to feel the faint stirrings ofdesire. Almost without thinking, my arms, which were now free,crept up around her neck and back in abject surrender to herembrace, and in response her arm tightened around my chest with ribcracking force. "You belong to me, now," she whispered. "You're mine, to dowith as I wish. Say it!" "Amalie, I--" "Say it!" she demanded. "Say those words to me now, or I'llput you over my lap and spank you again, sore as you are!" I lowered my eyes, knowing I had no choice. "I belong toyou," I said softly. "I'm yours, to do with as you wish." Her arms tightened around me even more, so that I could hardlybreathe. "Now," she replied triumphantly, "you are truly mine, andeverything you have will be mine, too. I'm going to marry you, andyou are going to sign over everything you own to me. I willcontrol everything in our marriage, even your body, and eventuallyeven your mind. Now, I'm going to give you lesson number three--I'm going to show you how good being subject to me can be. I'mgoing to make love to you, and you are going to experience ecstacylike you have never known before!" Still holding me cradled in her arms, she carried me into herbedroom and laid me down on the bed. Stripping off her briefoutfit, she threw herself down on top of me, her hard, slender bodyand her small, firm breasts pressing me into the bed as she coveredmy face and body with her lips, passionately kissing and biting mewhile her hands probed, squeezed and fondled me intimately. Thedesire that I had begun to feel as I was held in her arms nowexploded within me, and my penis grew stiff and hard with athrobbing erection. Suddenly, I no longer cared about being soeasily overpowered, spanked and carried about by this slender,lovely girl. All I wanted was for her to take me inside her andmake me a part of her, and when she finally did I thought I wasgoing to climax right then and there. But somehow she held meback, controlling my body with her hands in a way I still don'tunderstand while she enveloped me with her own magnificent body,working herself up and down on my rigid shaft through each plateauof pleasure until the eruption of her final orgasm. Only then didshe let me come, her gasping scream of "Now!" somehow acting as atrigger as her convulsing womanhood caressed my penis and carryedme upward with her on wave after wave of incredible ecstacy thatlasted a seeming eternity. When it was finally over, my body feltcompletely drained, and I could only lay prostrate beneath herwhile she continued to work me, extracting the last bits ofpleasure from me. For the remainder of that evening she continued to use mybody, to play with me as though I were her personal toy, todemonstrate how helpless I was against her. The strength of herslender, shapely body was unbelievable, and I slowly came torealize that I was like a baby compared to her, that she could doanything with me she chose, and I was absolutely powerless to stopher. As her first demonstration, after I had recovered from herlovemaking and she had replaced her brassiere and panties, shesimply picked my naked body up under one arm, tucking me securelyunder her armpit with my face to her rear, and proceded to ticklemy ribs unmercifully. As I screamed with laughter and thrashedabout helplessly in her grip, she ignored me and actually stifleda yawn with her free hand, giving me a sharp slap on my alreadyblistered rear and letting me drop to the floor only after I wasagain exhausted. Then, after letting me recover for severalminutes, she reached down and, placing her hands around my waist,effortlessly lifted me off the floor and stood me on my feet infront of her. Holding up both hands in front of my face, she said quietly,"Look at my hands, baby. They can control you, make you want me orfear me as I choose. They can crush your, soft, white, li'l bodylike I did to your hand a while ago, or they can administerpleasure or pain with equal ease without damaging you in any way. How? Here, I'll show you." I felt her hands on my body, gentlyprobing, and then my mind exploded in a blinding flash of momentarypain that coursed from my right side through the rest of my bodylike a white hot poker. I heard myself scream and felt my legsbuckle, but she held me up and continued to probe me until anotherstab of incredible agony, this time from my left side, doubled meover. My torment ended with a third and final stab from the backof my neck that numbed my entire body and left me hanging limply inher hands, held erect only by the pressure of her fingers around mywaist. "Nerve centers, baby," I dimly heard her tell me. "Just theright kind of pressure, and the pain is excruciating. They're allover your helpless, li'l body, and I know them all." My mind was reeling. "Amalie," I begged, "please. No more." She gave a low laugh. "Oh, there's lots more to come, baby. I'm not half finished with you yet, but I think you'll find thenext part a little more enjoyable." Still holding me erect, herhands again began to probe my body, stroking and fondling me until,to my amazement, pangs of sexual desire began to course through myloins. As my penis stiffened, she bent down and gripped it firmlywith one hand, pressing down on its tip with her thumb until itcollapsed, and then slid her hand between my thighs to encompass mycrotch. I still have trouble believing what happened next. I feltpressure on my crotch and then I was lifted bodily off the floor,my entire weight held securely in the palm of her single hand, andtilted backward as she put her other hand behind my neck forbalance. My jaw dropped in abject amazement at this demonstrationof her unbelievable strength, and then, as she gazed down at mewith placid amusement, I felt her hand tighten imperceptably aroundmy testicles, and my body stiffened in sudden fear. "Have any idea what I could do to you now, baby, if I wanted?"she chuckled. "My God, Amalie!" I blubbered. "Please! Don't! Not that!" With a low laugh, she relaxed her grip and began to massage megently, again awakening pangs of sexual desire within me. My penisstiffened against the pressure of her palm, and within minutes,held helpless off the floor in the palm of her hand, I was awrithing mass of ecstacy and desire. Still holding me in front ofher, my weight resting in the palm of her single hand, she carriedme back into her bedroom and laid me down on the bed, holding methere with a hand on my chest while she continued to massage me,bringing me right to the point of orgasm before shutting me off bypressing her thumb down hard on the tip of my penis. Then she laiddown next to me, wrapped her strong thighs around my knees andimprisoned both my wrists back over my head in the grip of asingle, slim hand. As her free hand again encompassed my crotch,she lowered her head to capture my lips in a crushing french kiss. "Now, baby doll," she murmured, "Amalie's gonna have some funwith you. I'm gonna play with my little love toy." I had no chance to reply. For the next half hour I wassubjected to the most exquisite, erotic torture I have ever known. Her free hand wandered over my body at will, alternately tickling,poking, pinching and fondling me as I writhed and twisted helpless-ly in her steel grip. One moment I would be cringing and screamingin laughter from fingers probing delicately at my tender armpitsand ribs, the next thrashing about in helpless futility as thosesame fingers poked and screwed into my navel, goosed my bottom andpinched my buttocks and the nipples of my chest only to stiffeninto a raging desire as she fondled and massaged me intimately andcovered my defenseless body with love bites and kisses. I lostcount of how many times she repeated that cycle. I only knew thatafter a while I was barely conscious of the gentle violence she wasdoing to me and that she was in complete control, able to dowhatever she wanted with me and force my body to respond in any wayshe wished. Even when she finally released me, removed her pantiesand rolled over on top of me to take my erect penis inside her, Ifelt almost nothing until my mind exploded into a crashing orgasmthat enveloped my body and carried me for a seeming eternity tounbelievable heights of ecstacy. That was too much for me. I fainted, remembering nothinguntil I woke up the next morning to see her leaning over megrinning, her right hand firmly encompassing my crotch. "Wha--what happened?" I mumbled groggily. She chuckled. "You passed out on me, baby," she told me. "Imust say I was a little put out with you for doing that, but Ifigured you needed the break--after all, it was your firstexperience with me. For the future, however, we're going to haveto work on your endurance. Can't have you fainting on me beforeI'm finished with you, can we?" I cringed. "My God, Amalie," I whispered, "you're not goingto do that to me again, are you?" She nuzzled my cheek. "Honeybuns," she replied softly, "I'mgonna do whatever I want to with you whenever I want to do it forthe rest of your life, and there's not a damn thing you're gonna beable to do about it, 'cause you're my soft, li'l, white slave boy,and I'm your big, strong, black Mistress who can wipe up the floorwith you any time she feels the urge. Right, baby? Got thepicture now? Knowing she was right, I could only close my eyes and nodsubmissively. "Good! A few days later we were married in a small, private,specially designed ceremony before a black justice of the peace sheknew, attended by a few of her friends who shared her views on theinferiority of men, during which I was forced to kneel before herand promise to be her husband and slave forever. When we werepronounced mistress and slave and I was instructed to give mymistress the "kiss of submission", she stood over me while I raisedmy lips under her skirt to bury them in her bush and work herwomanhood until she orgasmed. Then, taking me by the back of myneck and my buttocks, she lifted me high over her head, turned toface her friends and proclaimed, "This man is now mine forever!" Then, lowering me to cradle me in her slim, strong arms, shecarried me out of the small chapel to her car and drove to ourreception at her home, where for the rest of the day I was forcedto serve her and her friends and to endure all kinds of indignitiesat their hands. But that night, after everyone had left, shecarried me to bed and consumated our marriage in a way that I'llnever forget. It has now been over five years since that fateful week, andI have fully adjusted to being Amalie's slave-husband, and amhopelessly in love with her. She is not a cruel mistress unless Iget out of line, and even then the worst I have to endure is asound spanking, but she does go out of her way to continuallydemonstrate my physical and intellectual inferiority to her, bothprivately and in public. Often when we go to costume parties shewill dress as an Amazon warrior and will force me to wear a shorttunic and a sign proclaiming me as a slave she has captured inbattle, complete with collar and chain by which she can lead mearound at her pleasure. And when we are alone she is constantlyoverpowering me in some way, sometimes using only one hand to morefully demonstrate how helpless I am against her, or picking me upand tickling or fondling me while she laughs at my puny efforts atresistance. Surprisingly, I have come to love these sessions, forthe feeling of utter helplessness in her hands invariably arousesme to the peak of sexual desire, and with it the realization that,since she is my superior in every way, I should be grateful toserve as the slave and love toy of My Black Mistress.

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