Awaiting Master Terrence’s Punishment

My name is Anna, and I recently did a slip-up that's got my Black Master upset and angry.

My Master's name is Terrence, and he has trained me and my husband, Harold, into becoming loyal slaves under his Black-Ownership stable of couples. I once used to be a shy, ordinary-minded housewife. But ever since Harold and I connected with Master Terrence, he has molded me into the status of a hotwife. He has taught me the necessary decorum and heriachy when it comes to being submissive towards him, and other black people.

But recently, I fucked up. Master Terrence is coming to straighten things out by punishing me for my momentary lapse. It's something I'm not looking for to enjoying, but have no choice.

I'm on my elbows and knees, awaiting Master Terrence's punishment in my bedroom.


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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:00):
I'm in trouble and there is no getting out of this.
Perhaps you can help me out regarding what I should
do to avoid whatever's coming, though I doubt your answer
would improve my chances of escaping the wrath of my
master's punishment. Firstly, you'd have to know what is happening.
Minutes ago, Terence, my black Master, arrived at our home

(00:23):
for a quick chat. According to him, I've been disobedient.
I've recently acted inappropriately when I ought to have known better,
and his mission was to straighten things out with me.
But before that he first needed to discipline my husband.
My husband fell to his knees to receive a tongue

(00:44):
lashing diatribe on account of my latest insubordinate attitude. Harold
should have corrected me when he had the chance. He
should have reminded me of whose property I belonged to,
who we both belonged to, and had he mentioned anything,
I would have possibly accepted accountability for my actions. Harold

(01:04):
said and did nothing. The reason why was because I
never mentioned my activity to him. He couldn't have known
what act I committed that raised Master Terence's ire, compelling
him to pay us an unscheduled visit. Master Terence coldly
dismissed me from the living room, instructing me to come

(01:25):
upstairs to the bedroom. He told me to get undressed
and await punishment on my elbows and knees on the bed.
That's why I'm in this position awaiting his arrival. I
know he'll be arriving any minute, and I'm worried how
dire my punishment will be this time. Yes, this isn't

(01:47):
my first time getting punished by my master. It's not
even the fourth. Those early times came with me not
seriously relishing his mode of ownership and training. Back then,
I still can considered myself as a regular housewife, married
faithfully and dedicated to my husband of eleven years. That

(02:07):
dynamic changed when we encountered Master Terence. We signed a
cuckhold agreement with him, which he accepted to become our
black master for life. Master Terence impacted his dominant aura
upon us individually, our lives as a couple also, our
home time passed before Harold and I completely adjusted to

(02:30):
his demands, with plenty of stumbles along the way. Luckily,
Terence was benevolent enough to guide us further into our
cuckhold journey. He could be impatiently demanding sometimes, but his
words and actions always worked out fine. What is most
amazing about Master Terence is his humongous cock. His cock

(02:54):
is huge once it gets turgid, and once he gets
it inside me. I've never been as unbelievably stretched as
when he fucks me. Even Harold agrees unequivocally about my statement.
Terence's cock is as mighty as a sword, and he
wields it authoritatively when exacting damage to my pussy and anus.

(03:17):
By enticing me to climax faster than I can exhale,
it required less period of time for me to become
addicted towards wanting his cock inside me, and far less
for me to adopt my current submissive attitude that entails
me worshiping him every time he visits. However, Terence demanded

(03:39):
that I not only worship him whenever he arrives, but
even when he isn't around, we should always desire his presence.
He wanted us to be thinking about him twenty four
hours of the day, every passing minute. He demands that
our thoughts center on him and on stuff he'd want
to do to us. The things I've done since I

(04:01):
got to know Master Terence are stuff I never would
have known about had I continued on being a typical housewife.
The things my husband Harold has done since he fell
under Master Terence a spell, never would it have occurred
to me that he would get involved in doing Since
becoming Master Terence's slut, I've gotten my pussy and anal hole, fucked, pillaged,

(04:27):
and stretched in ways I never thought possible, and not
solely by him. I have acquired a Queen of Spades
symbol tattooed on my butt and on my ankles. Never
before had I imagined having any tattoos until Master Terence
owned me. I have gotten fucked in various places besides

(04:50):
my bedroom, aside from inside my home, in hotels, in
ceedy motel rooms, in the back seat of vehicles and
bushy parks. I have gotten fucked and gang banged by
multiple people, all black men, and they have all ejaculated
on every spot of my body, including my mouth and

(05:12):
inside my pussy. Similar work was carried out on Harold.
He initially felt disgusted by it, but as time continued,
as did his training, he now looks forward to being
used humiliated and man handled by Master Terence and whichever
other Black dom he appoints to visit us. That was

(05:34):
the reason why I am being punished today. Two days ago,
I went shopping and got accosted by a black woman
when it came time to stand in line at the
checkout counter. The black woman made it known that she
had my spot before I arrived and had merely gone
to grab one last item, only to see that I

(05:54):
had shoved her cart to the side. I argued that
such wasn't true, but she deemed me a liar. She
threatened to fight me, and were it not for the
supermarket security guy who appeared at the right moment to
settle our grievance, I probably would have left with my
hair disheveled and my clothes torn. The checkout lady bagged

(06:15):
my items, and then I hurried toward my car as
fast as my feet could take me. I didn't mention
the incident to Harold when I arrived home, figuring it
meant nothing but some minor misunderstanding. However, Master Terence heard
about it. I have no idea how he did, except
he arrived minutes ago and laid out my error before

(06:36):
both of us and where I'd gone wrong. You ought
to have allowed the black woman to go before you, Anna.
He said that was wrong and utterly disrespectful on your part.
I tried to explain to Master Terence, but he wasn't
having it. As long as I was a black owned slave,
as was my husband, we are required to assume second

(06:59):
place when standing before a black individual, regardless of class
or status, and it concludes wherever such occurrence takes place,
whether in a supermarket, in an office, or even in
an elevator, It is part of our submissive duty to
show deference towards any black individual, whether male or female,

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including a child. I dropped to my knees and humbly
apologized to Master Terence, but then he ordered me to
head upstairs while he felt with Harold. I came into
the bedroom, got out of my clothes, and now I
await his arrival, clad in my panties and bra excited
with fear and anticipation of what's coming. Oh my god,

(07:44):
I can hear his footsteps approach. What do you think
Master Terence would do to me once he arrives. My
nerves stiffened when I heard footsteps outside the door and
Then the door creaked open and someone entered the room.
I didn't have to over my shoulders to know how
it was. From his measured steps, I knew it was

(08:05):
Master Terence here to mitigate his punishment. I remained in
my submissive position, on my elbows and knees. I couldn't
remember how long I'd been waiting, not that it mattered.
He was my black master. My husband and I were
his loyal slaves. You know you fucked up, Anna, didn't you,

(08:29):
said Terence. When I heard what you'd done, I dropped
everything I was doing and made it here to put
you in correction. I'm sorry, Master, I said, I'll do
better next time. That's what you said the last time
you disobeyed my training. I listened as he unbuckled his belt.

(08:49):
How many times have I tried to put you on
the right path? How many times have I drummed it
into you the position of hierarchy you and Harold are
meant to follow. There came a ruffling noise that sounded
like Master Terence was taking off his clothes. That told
me one thing. I was about to get fucked. The

(09:10):
anticipation excited me, though I pretended not to be aware,
I pretended he was going to waial me with his belt.
He had done it before when I angered him, and
I seldom desired that encounter. But even last time, when
he whipped me with his belt, he had been naked,
so I might expect a double dosage. I'll bet your

(09:31):
wondering how I came to know about your insubordination at
the supermarket, right, Terence continued, Did you wonder how I
learnt about it? Anna? Andn e e E No, Master,
I never knew. That's because I have spies following you,
he answered. Another one of my sluts was fortunate to

(09:53):
be at that same supermarket. You'd probably have recognized her. No,
if you'd looked. She watched you engage with the black woman,
and then she called me. That's how I got to
find out. Are you ready, bitch? I nodded my head,
too afraid to utter any word. Something tapped against my butt.

(10:18):
I couldn't figure out what it was initially, but then
Terence ran its cold surface over my meaty flesh, and
then I knew. Terence poured a bottle of lotion over
my butt and then rubbed it over my ass cheeks.
He leaned closer While he did so, I felt the
touch of his penis against me. He continued to talk

(10:41):
while he carried out his action. You know you're one
of my favorite ways. Do you know that? I've trained
many other wives like you. Some gave me more headache
when training them, but you're one of a few who didn't.
You and your cuck downstairs, don't worry. I've got something

(11:01):
coming for him. Later, Terence splashed more lotion over the
downside of my butt, and I sighed when he fingered
my asshole with it. So many white bitches out there
always demand to take orders from a black king, but
they're quick to disobey whenever I'm not around to watch.
That's why I've got spies around to inform me whenever

(11:23):
any of my bitch slaves messes up. You're lucky. You
haven't given me much trouble since last time, so I'm
going to go easy on you. But next time. He
pressed the dildo against my butthole, which made me tense,
then squirmed as I attempted to relax my inner muscles.

(11:46):
I could feel Master Terence breathing over my backside. Something
else pressed against my vulva. Then he lurched forward against me.
The dildo perforated my anis while his cocks I slipped
against my labia walls. My body tensed. I tried not
to make too much noise, but that was impossible. I

(12:10):
continued to squirm while my hands pulled at the bed sheets.
A haunting cry escaped my lips. My eyes squeezed shut
while my body tensed harder against the double penetration happening
to me. A tremor ran through my body. Hairs on
my arms stood up as a shiver coursed through my body.

(12:31):
I could feel my heart kicking up a trot. I've
never taken any illicit drug before in my life, but
I would swear this was what people felt once that
shot of cocaine hit them hard. My face lifted from
the bed, and a screeching cry rolled off my tongue.
As I absorbed inches of pain and pleasure stabbing me

(12:53):
from both holes, my cries turned into stuttered groans as
Mastered Terence didn't let us from his action. He grabbed
my neck and pulled me upright while still lurching against me.
His cock was similar in size to my ten inch
black dildo. At some point I could barely tell which

(13:13):
was hammering me the hardest. Terence retrieved the dildo, and
only then could I breathe in relief, as he then
got to pounding me with his cock. He offered me
the dildo to play with, and I moaned as I
sucked and rolled it in my mouth while he upped
his thrusts. He pulled out of me and ejaculated on

(13:34):
my butt. I ain't done with you yet, bitch. He
slapped my butt and then went into the bathroom. I
sat on the bed, waiting, playing with my dildo. The
bedroom door creaked open, and Harold peeked inside, looking fearful,
like he expected to encounter Terence. I pointed at the bathroom,

(13:56):
indicating he was in there. There came the noise of
a toy toilet flushing, and Harold retreated from the doorway
and shut the door right as Terence returned to the room,
looking majestic as ever, his cock stood ramrod straight, ready
for business. Terence came at me right as I returned
to my knees. Eager for him. I stroked his cock,

(14:20):
popped it into my mouth, and busied myself with cleaning
his pipe. He grabbed the dildo from me and pushed
it into my mouth. I struggled between sucking his cock
and attending to the dildo until he discarded it and
shoved my head towards his pelvis to deep throat him better.

(14:41):
I gurgled and choked on Master Terence's cock like my
life depended on it. I knew this was my way
of exacting penance for my mistake. No other means would
be more impactful than this. He pushed me to lie
on my back, and I spread my legs apart and
rest did both hands on my pussy. I spread my

(15:03):
labia for him where I wanted him to come. Terence
positioned himself on the bed, took aim and gave me
an earth shattering home run with his incredible cock. The
force of his cock knocked the wind out of my lungs.
I grabbed him by his waist, adjusted my hips and thighs,

(15:25):
and welcomed him inside me. Take me, Master, I pleaded,
Oh God, take me. Master. Terence reached down to cup
his hands under my meaty thighs, then began jerking and
thrusting deeper and deeper inside my cunt. I wailed, gasped,

(15:46):
and cried like never before, the feel of him inside
me was always like the first time. I was like
watching a train bulldoze its way into a dark tunnel.
Here was where I wanted my master to remain. Terrence
kept fucking me until we got interrupted by his ringing phone.

(16:08):
He stopped to dig his phone out of his clothes
and answered the call. He told whoever it was to
come right in and make themselves at home with a
sissy boy downstairs. Then he ended the call, My friends
are keeping your sissy husband company. He dropped his phone,
then turned to me, grinning, Now where were we? I

(16:29):
rolled over onto my face, spread my legs again, and
then he rested his bulk over my back and worked
his cock into my asshole. He ended up climaxing in
my asshole this time, and I finished off by cleaning
his cock. Afterwards, I grabbed a towel and ran it

(16:49):
over Master Terence's torso he couldn't stay or he would
have showered, but he said he would return later in
the evening. He wore his clothes and I went with
him downstairs. Two black men were in the living room,
both half naked with their jeanes hanging down their thighs,
while my husband Harold sucked their cocks one after the other.

(17:15):
The men looked up when they saw us enter the room.
They exchanged greetings with Master Terence. I know the men,
as Terence had offered me to them numerous times before,
including Harold. They finished by climaxing in his face, then
wore their clothes and left with Master Terence. Harold and

(17:36):
I waved goodbye to them as they drove off, then
returned to our ordinary lives. Later, I couldn't help wondering
who the spy was that Terrance said he had appointed
to follow me. Could it be another woman, another slut wife?
Could she be some one I knew