Chapter 4 - Bought and Sold
So after my first bi submission session with my Mistress and Her boyfriend my life returned to normal. It crossed my mind at times and when it did I tried not to think about it for long. I didn't like that part of me and was having a hard time accepting my submissive nature as a Type A hetero successful white man.
I was busy at work that week and I almost missed an email that came in on Friday early afternoon. The subject said "cumslut slave" and was from Master69. I thought it was spam but by sub name was there and my heart raced. I looked around irrationally to make sure no one was peering over my shoulder in my private office and quickly read the e-mail.
It said "cumslut slave, your Mistress sold you to me and I now own you. Call me at xxx-xxxx to discuss with your new owner. Master" I was shocked and didn't even know what this really meant. Was it some kind of joke.
I left my downtown Chicago office 10 minutes later and walked to a nearby Starbucks and dialed His number. He answered "Yeah" and I stammered " ummmmm You asked that I call You, so I ummmmm did." He responded "bitch I didn't ask you anything, I ordered you to call me, you will soon know your place cumslut." He definitely sounded black and confident on the phone. However, I felt pretty emboldened given the safety of distance on the phone. I retorted and said "I have no idea what is going on here but I didn't agree to any of this and I don't know You nor care to know You."
And then I hung up. He didn't call back and I went back to my office with a coffee in tow thinking I had put Him in His place.
About 30 minutes later I got another e-mail that said only in the subject line "bitch watch this and then call me or else ...". There was a link attached and it took me to a video and to my horror it was a video of me dressed in red lingiere getting ready to suck cock. I closed my office door and watched in horror as my begging to suck and be fucked along with the acts themselves was caught on camera (a camera that I never saw). I was scared and yet also pissed that my Mistress had filmed me but then I remembered I didn't make that a limit. I thought - shit, how am I going to get out of this.
I left my office again and called Him. My fingers were nervously shaking as I dialed and he answered "so bitch I see you got my last e-mail and aren't so stupid to disobey your Master's instructions." I said "Sir I mean no disrespect but I am not interested in." He cut me off "bitch you address me as Master or else you will discover a world of pain you cannot comprehend. I don't care what you think at all and you will do what I want when I want. You are my inferior white cracker slave and I am your Superior Black Master. You will only speak when I allow you to for now on and will address me as Master. I have everyone at your law firm's email address and if You do not obey me, I will send out a group email from a dummy address with that link of you taking cock like a white trash bitch in your pretty panties and begging for it and eating cum. Your call but I want to see you tomorrow at my house. I will email you the address and I will need 3 hours. If not, I will send the email out, I really don't give a shit about what happens to you then. Understood, you may speak now cumslut." I was in shock and said "Sir, er I mean Master, please don't do this to me, I am not gay and only did bdsm for fun." He cut me off again and said "you are boring me bitch and I need to run, find 3 hours of time plus travel tomorrow or else," and he hung up.
Shit shit shit, I couldn't believe my little foray into bdsm play had resulted in such a quandary for me. I saw he sent an email and the address he gave me was in Chicago Heights which was 30 minutes by car during non-rush hour but even worse was in a really tough, black ghetto neighborhood that I was not looking forward to visiting. I didn't sleep more than a hour that night lamenting over what my Saturday in Chicago Heights would entail.
I called my new Master in the morning and said I would be there from 3 pm until 6 pm and all He said "fine, don't be late bitch boi or it will be your ass." I left my condo at 2 pm to be safe and arrived at 2:40 and the area around was really run down with vacant burned out buildings along the main street and young thuggy guys acting as lookouts for drug deals. I went by a nearby liquor store and bought a 40 ounce to help calm my nerves. I seemed to be the only white person around but everyone basically ignored me -- I had dressed in sweatpants, sweatshirt and gym shoes.
I chugged the 40 swiftly and drove the last 1/2 mile to his place. It was a smaller blue ranch but actually was in a fairly well maintained neighborhood and I parked just down the block. I got out of my car at 2:58 pm and knocked on His door at 2:59 pm. I waited for about 3 minutes but it seemed like an eternity. I heard his loud footsteps along the wooden floor and then he opened the door.