Hey there. Looks like I'm finally finishing up my series. Though I imagine there will be several more chapters . It was posted cinder the interracial section and the last submission was from 2017. I have pasted the next chapter in the body of this email. Thank you for all that you do.
Chapter 14
I know I've been quiet for a few years. Life happens. When I first wrote these stories I was a slut in my mind and basically just wrote down a few fantasies mixed with a couple of things I had experienced before marriage. Shortly after, my husband and I chose to be non-monogamous and I've spent the past 4 years being a slut. I've slowed down and somewhat returned to normal despite having developed a few new kinks. So I figured it was time to start writing again. And the conclusion of this series would not have been possible without the education gifted to me (it) by my (it's) Lord and Savior, Master Blue. He has certainly been the inspiration and driving force behind resuming this story (and I was crazy honored to find out He had read the first of the series a few years back). Please donate to the folks at Nifty. Running a website isn't easy and I imagine they spend a lot of time volunteering to make sure you have the reading materials you need to well...you know.
I parked my car in his driveway and sat there for a minute evaluating the past year of my life and debating my next decision. I had become addicted to being used and abused by black men and it had cost me my job as a small town cop.
The Chief of that department had a fraternity brother who happened to be the Chief of Police of the HBCU that they had attended together. After discovering that I was being pimped out around town by his son, the Chief called his fellow Chief and frat brother for guidance. His openly gay frat brother quickly surmised what was happening to me and offered a solution. The Chief called me into his office, confronted me about what had been happening, offered his frat brother's solution, shot his load down my throat and then terminated my employment.
I called the number that my former Chief gave me and talked to who I thought would just be my next boss for the first time.
"Chief Ellis," he answered.
"Hello sir. This is Jesse Hunter. Chief Wallace gave me your number about a job opening at your police department."
"Oh yes, boy. Good to hear from you. My Brother informed me of your predicament and I believe I can help you. The method will seem unorthodox or maybe not. Based on what he told me, I'd say it won't be. I think it will be perfectly natural for you. But, we will see. Either way, if I decide you are worthy of working at my department then you will have to submit to my training program that I will specifically design for you. How does this sound, boy?"
"Yes sir. I love attending training, sir."
"Good boy. I bet you do. Well alright, the rest of my instructions will be via text so that you can reference them at any time to avoid my having to repeat myself. Do you understand boy?"
"Yes sir"
"Good boy."
He hung up. My mind was swirling. First off, it didn't go unnoticed that he was calling me boy. When the word came out of his mouth, it didn't seem derogatory. But it did. Either way, why was I smiling like an idiot when he would say I was a "good boy"? Fuck if I know but I wanted to work hard at whatever I was told to do so I could hear him call me that again.
His voice was confident and commanding. Dominant. It was painfully clear to me that he wasn't questioning anything. He was the exact opposite of what I must have sounded like.
Sometime later I received my first text from him.
"I read your personnel file, boy. Not bad. I looked up your arrests vs your conviction rate and again, not bad. Of course these things mean very little if we can't keep you from getting on your knees and sucking the dick of every Black Man that orders it. I believe I can help you. It will require training. Perhaps a lifestyle change. It sounds like you are familiar with such things. The training will be difficult. I am a strict disciplinarian. If you are interested in the job, you must submit to my training program. If you are, meet me at my residence for your interview tomorrow at 3:00pm. Do you understand, boy?"
I read the text a few times. I was nervous, yet excited. This was my last chance to stay in law enforcement, thanks to being unable to control myself sexually. I mean I could leave law enforcement and find another job but I was good at that one. And Chief Ellis was correct (not that a fiber of my being thought otherwise). Being good at my job meant nothing if I couldn't keep dick out of my holes while I was supposed to be working. There was no doubt in my mind what his training program would be like. I have twitter. I see the dom/sub stuff. I was pretty sure that's what I was getting myself into. I had no idea if it was for me but I was drawn to Chief Ellis.
"Yessir I'll be there at 3. I really appreciate the opportunity, sir."
I immediately saw the dots letting me know that he was typing. His response came fairly quickly.
"it will address Me as Sir, boy. And it will capitalize every reference to Me. Does it understand?"
Why the fuck did my dick just get hard? Dude called me "it".
"Yes Sir. it apologies Sir."
"Don't apologize to Me, white boy. Thank Me for taking the time to educate it about speaking with a Superior."
"Yes Sir. Thank You, Sir."
"Very well. it will be here at 3, tomorrow to be inspected and interviewed."
"Yes Sir. Thank You, Sir."
What the fuuuck...why is precum leaking from my hard dick from this man (no that's not right) this Man talking to me like that. Yeah there was definitely no doubt that I was about to get an introduction into a world I hadn't thought about joining. But it's obvious that I can't control myself so perhaps it is best to at least try giving that control over to someone that seems to know what they are doing.
I was so nervous I could barely sleep that night. But I did. I woke up and went to the gym for chest and triceps. Found myself bored after lunch so I went for a jog to try to burn off my nervous energy. Afterwards, I showered (cleaned inside and out) and put on the only suit that I owned and made my way over to the residence of Chief Ellis.
And so I was parked in his driveway nervous as fuck about what I was getting myself into. But I reminded myself of everything I had been through. The job itself which has more than its fair share of violence, and then there's all the craziness that I'd been through in the past year. I'd been used and abused to the max. I'd been raped and god help me I enjoyed it. I was a pretty sick puppy I guess. No cold feet boy (am I already calling myself boy). Don't deprive yourself of an experience you might find you like.
With that in mind, I got out of the car and made my way to knock on Chief Ellis' front door.
To be continued...