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...of all Possible Worlds
by T.S. Severe

Chapter 7


"Thank you, Mercy." I smiled and fidgeted in my seat slightly as the
woman served me dinner. 

It was chicken breast, broiled I think, but I have to confess I was
never very good in the kitchen. Mercy was excellent however and she
was Mr. Reiser's housekeeper and cook, although only for dinner. He
didn't require her to make breakfast and he said he had lunch at the
office usually, and weekends he liked to fend for himself. Of course,
Mr. Reiser had me now as well and I wouldn't mind taking care of him
at all, as much as Mercy would allow it.

She was kind of old and very black and Mercy had been born into
slavery and would most likely die a slave. She'd had a child at
fifteen, a half-breed with Mr. Reiser's father, and that was how she'd
come to be so close with my Master. Mercy had been his wet nurse and
nanny and later his personal maid until he'd gone to college. After
graduating he'd received her as a gift from his parents, one of many
gifts I assumed; a slave alone wasn't worth very much. Mercy had been
with Mr. Reiser ever since and whatever the woman's opinion of me, she
wasn't sharing it.

She clearly loved him like a son and I very much wanted Mercy to like
me, as I'm sure Mr. Reiser did as well. I couldn't get a smile out of
her though, but not a frown neither, so I was slightly encouraged, and
it had been just one day that I'd been there, so...I was hopeful.

She didn't eat with us and I suspected that was by her choice more
than Mr. Reiser's, but I could be wrong. She struck me as old
fashioned though, the way a lot of slaveborn are, especially if
they've been in service to one family all their lives. Being a
houseslave was a lot different than being a fieldslave too, as anyone
knows, and so she possessed a rare dignity and a serious demeanor, I
could see that right away. She probably didn't think I should be
eating with our Master either. I should eat in the kitchen with her
and help her clean up and sleep in my own bed and all of that. It
isn't hard to see why she wasn't smiling, when I stopped to think
about it.

We all do what we have to though. It wasn't up to me where I ate or
slept, or what my duties were around the house. I was Mr. Reiser's
fuckslave, I thought with a little giggle, just enough so he glanced
at me over our dinner with a curious smile. I just shrugged and my
face warmed pleasantly with a bit of personal and private
embarrassment. He didn't ask, but Mr. Reiser did take the opportunity
to speak with me, not that he needed one, but for whatever reason we
were at a point where we would smile a lot and look at each other, but
not say anything. Perhaps all lovers go through that at first. I
wasn't sure as the only lover I'd ever had was him. It was fun though
and distracting to my heart, the way every little thing about us
seemed exaggerated and important somehow.

"After dinner we'll go to the club." He said and Mercy was back,
pouring a glass of wine for me, white wine, but it wasn't bubbly like
the champagne I'd liked so much.

"Thank you, Mercy." I said softly, determined to keep trying because I
was going to be there a long time I hoped.

"You can show me how well you drive." Mr. Reiser smiled at me,
ignoring Mercy as she filled his glass.

"What?" I blinked and then smiled.

"Your car." Mr. Reiser picked up his wine. "I want to see you drive it
before I give you the keys."

"Oh." I picked up my own glass and I didn't know what to say. I guess
a lot of slaves drive, that's all some of them do, but I hadn't heard
of too many who had their own cars. It was kind of a weird idea,
actually.

"Mercy, did you get the packages?" Mr. Reiser asked, catching the
woman as she was about to go through the door and back into the
kitchen.

"Yes suh, they in the negra's bedroom." Mercy replied slowly and she
had a real accent, but I liked it. 

I'm sure I have a genuine Southern accent too, like Mr. Reiser and
everyone else I knew, but only someone old could talk like Mercy did
and it was like music to me. Very melodic and not hard or harsh, but
every syllable delivered in its own patient time. A sound that caught
the ear and made you stop everything else you were doing, just for a
second, and listen to it. I swear, of everything I might say about
Mercy, like how she was not so tall and not so thin as I imagine she'd
once been, and her black hair was all gone to grey and neat around her
wrinkled face...It's her voice I'd most wish to share and more's the
pity that my words are such a poor expression of my memory.

And that's love too, you see? I was enamored of everything around us.
My Master's home and possessions, and even his slave, I was terribly
eager in my affections and I wanted to embrace all of it. I was a part
of his life now and a special part, or so it seemed to me. Mr. Reiser
was spoiling me in so many ways, and too much, I was certain, or I
wouldn't have dared questioning his decision to send me to Hathaway
High School, for one thing. It was a school for slaves and that was
what I was and I certainly had no business crying to my Master about
my treatment there. I was a faggot and a cocksucker, and I wasn't the
first slave, male or female, who'd ever been raped and I wouldn't be
the last. I was probably one of the few who cried on her Master's
shoulder afterwards though.

I should have been whipped for it, in my honest opinion, and doubtless
Mercy would have attended to it herself. I had little doubt the woman
was experienced with keeping a teenage girl in line, even if the girl
in question was really a boy. A woman like her would have standards of
a higher sort than many Masters and she'd pride herself on presenting
a well disciplined household. Mr. Reiser was undermining her authority
in that respect, or so I feared. These were very much the thoughts I
had, despite my happiness at Mr. Reiser's attentions and his seemingly
odd treatment of me. At times he terrified me, like the evening before
when he'd spoken of running away and showed me the auction house in
the cellars of that club. Other times he seemed to delight in bringing
me pleasure, with his words or touch. Emotionally I was up and down
constantly, and it was all very confusing.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"I picked up some things for you today." Mr. Reiser was saying and we
were standing in one of the smaller bedrooms.

There were four bedrooms in the house and slave quarters above the
large garage, but they were unused and this bedroom had been set aside
for me by Mercy, although I didn't think I'd be using it very much. At
least not for sleeping. The closet I would use though, as well as the
dresser and vanity. It was a nice room, dressed in baby blue and
white, but impersonal as yet and I was decided to decorate it soon to
make it more personal, with permission of course.

"Oh, is all this for me?" I gasped at a small pile of cardboard boxes
and several plastic bags sitting near the bed.

"Hopefully some of it will fit you." Mr. Reiser smiled. "Take a look."

I did look and found several outfits, skirts and blouses, a full
length dress, and some underthings. Lingerie from Victoria's Secret
and I was reminded of my camisole and I promised myself to wear it for
my Master soon. There were shoes as well, several pairs of high heels,
higher than I would have picked, but no worse than the leather boots
my mother had bought for me. It was fun opening the packages, rather
like my birthday, and I was smiling and giddy with excitement.

Mr. Reiser had me try everything on for him of course, and I caught
Mercy looking in on us through the open door. She neither smiled nor
frowned and I chose to ignore her as she retired to her own room for
the evening. I was busy putting on the dress that Mr. Reiser had
picked out, a very real evening gown of all things and it probably had
no business being on a teenager, but it fit me wonderfully and even
with my lack of breasts there was nothing to complain about. 

It was blue, but such a dark shade that it looked black, and covered
with fine sequins that shimmered when I moved. It seemed to cling to
me like a second skin, conforming to every contour of my body and I
removed my panties somewhat belatedly as they were altogether too
obvious beneath that exquisite dress. It was ankle length and slit in
the front, halfway up my dark thighs, and the gown showed off my ass
wonderfully, and my flat little tummy and narrow waist. I wished I had
bigger hips, but they didn't look bad. The back of the dress was open
to the very top of my ass, to the small dimple at the beginning of my
buttocks, and the front was a deep V so that even without full
breasts, my smooth brown skin looked soft and inviting and my swollen
nipples showed clearly when I turned the proper way.

"God." I swallowed hard and I couldn't believe what that dress was
doing for me. I was beautiful.

"Whew." Mr. Reiser let out a breath and smiled at my reflection in the
mirror. "Put on the shoes, there's a pair that match."

I found them; a pair of leather slings the same color as the dress
with three inch heels and they ft me perfectly. My Master had
evidently done his homework before he'd gone shopping. I put them on,
fastening the delicate ankle straps and stood up carefully, afraid I'd
break them somehow just standing there and ruin everything. The heels
pushed my ass out nicely, causing my to arch my spine slightly and I
told myself to keep my shoulders back. I had a habit of slouching
slightly, since I was always self-conscious about my chest. 

"Shoulders back, Dani." I whispered, checking my posture in the mirror
and chancing a smile at Mr. Reiser as I turned around for him.

"Mmmm..." Mr. Reiser had his arms crossed and he lifted his right hand
to his mouth, looking me up and down.

"Is this okay?" I asked, suddenly afraid it wasn't and my heart was
thumping.

"You're excited." He observed and I blinked at that, not understanding
at first.

"Oh...Oh!" I looked down and realized I had the beginnings of an
erection and even though I wasn't fully hard, my penis was obvious
beneath that dress.

"I'm sorry, I'll...uh..." I frowned, thinking he didn't like it. I was
spoiling it for him. "...Maybe I can wear a thong, or..."

"No..." He chuckled and shook his head. "...It's perfect, just like that."

"Like this?" I looked down at myself again and my penis had actually
softened again with my rising panic, but even so it was there and
noticeable. The dress was just too perfect for my body.

"Oh yes, that's exactly what I want from you." He told me. "I want a
girl with just a hint of something else, something hidden and waiting
for me. That's what I like."

"Alright." I swallowed hard and tried to smile, but I was still
anxious that he might be unhappy. "But, what about other people, I
mean..."

"Shhh..." He smiled into my eyes. "...I like that too. Wear that tonight,
I want to show you off."

"Yes sir." I smiled back and it was easier now.

"I told Mercy to make sure there was makeup in the vanity, go ahead
and make yourself beautiful." Mr. Reiser told me. "I'm going to change
real quick. You make me feel underdressed."

"Really?" I giggled and nodded. "Okay." And I sucked my bottom lip,
posing for the man as he gave me one more long look and he was very
happy, I thought.

I was hardly an expert at applying makeup, it wasn't a skill I'd been
allowed to practice very much growing up. The good thing about being
sixteen though, is that very little makeup is actually required. Of
course, being a very pretty boy like I was didn't hurt either. I found
some lipstick I liked, a shade of sienna that seemed to go well with
my complexion. Some blue for my eyes, although I had no idea if it was
supposed to match my dress or not, I rather hoped so because I liked
the effect. Some mascara to give my eyelashes a little substance, and
some perfume. Some Chanel #5 in a tiny crystal vial that smelled like
so nice it gave me goosebumps and it was such a small bottle I only
used a tiny amount, deciding I was going to make it last as long as
possible.

Mr. Reiser retuned to find me brushing my hair, although I was just
waiting for him by then. I made him wait though, smiling inwardly and
promising the man I was almost ready. I knew that much at least about
being a woman. 

"You need these, here..." Mr. Reiser was carrying a small wooden box and
he set it down. "...Pearls? I think so."

It was a jewelry box and a very simple one. There were a number of
rings, earrings, and bracelets and necklaces inside it, all rather
jumbled, I'm afraid to say. The presentation made me wonder a bit.

"Are they real?" I asked, thinking no one would keep real jewelry
tossed haphazardly in a jewelry box like that. It was the sort of box
a man would use for cufflinks and tie clips maybe, not earrings and
tennis bracelets.

"Oh yes." Mr. Reiser smiled and he was carefully extracting a pearl
necklace from the mess. "An assortment of decorations for certain...
Friends in my youth."

He seemed slightly embarrassed so I didn't press for more of an
explanation for that. I supposed he'd bought jewelry for his male
lovers, as he'd bought them clothes, and tried to turn them into the
girls he desired. The girl I was. It hadn't worked with them, or so I
gathered from the clues, but now he had me and as Mr. Reiser put a
real strand of white pearls around my slender black neck, we could
both see it was working fine.

"That's it." He breathed into my ear, both of us looking at me in the
mirror. "Perfect...Um, earrings...You have pierced ears, right?"

"Yes sir." I said softly and I was touching the pearls with my
fingertips, finding it hard to find the breath to answer him.

"Sapphires...I think there's some...Here..." He did have sapphire earrings,
of course, small ones, but nonetheless beautiful as they were
surrounded by tiny diamonds in a circular cluster.

I put them on one at a time, fitting the backs to the posts and
turning my head from side to side to admire them and it was all too
perfect.

"What's wrong, Dani?" He asked me and I was frowning sucking my top
lip and closing my eyes. "Hey?"

I felt his hands on my shoulders and I shook my head, taking a deep
ragged breath and letting it out. I wasn't going to cry, it would ruin
my makeup and there was no reason for it. I was thinking this was a
dream, or even if it wasn't, it couldn't last. I was a slave, Mr.
Reiser was my Master. He wasn't going to marry me. He probably wasn't
even going to keep me, once he was bored with me. I was just new, just
another pretty boy for him to fuck. This wasn't going to last and I'd
have all of this now, but he'd take it all away from me someday.
That's what I was thinking and it was sad and self-pitying and, I
don't know, it was wrong. I was being childish and I knew it.

I was just afraid of being too happy.

"I'm just really happy, Master." I told him.

"You don't have to call me that in this room." He said and I felt his
lips in my hair as he kissed my head.

"But...Can't I? Please?" I opened my eyes and looked at us in the
mirror. An older white Master and his too young black mistress looked
back and we were hardly unique in history, I knew.

"If it pleases you." He shrugged after a few seconds of silence.

"I don't know your first name." I smiled and lowered my eyes.

"It's Master." Mr. Reiser laughed as I blinked at him and then I
smiled as well.

"Yes sir." I agreed.

=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

We went to the club in a small Mercedes and Mr. Reiser assured me it
was my car to use, although it would remain his in name, obviously. A
slave couldn't own anything. He was driving however, as my dress and
especially my shoes were wholly unsuited to the task. I much preferred
being the passenger anyway and I'm not sure I'd trust a man who let a
woman drive him, or at least a mistress or girlfriend. It always
seemed to me that driving was a gentleman's responsibility, by custom
if nothing else, and I liked being the mistress.

"Are you cold? Come here..." Mr. Reiser held up his right arm to hug me
as I slid close as the seats allowed. "I should have picked up a fur
coat or something too. I didn't think of it."

"A fur coat?" I laughed and pressed my hand to his chest, rubbing him
slowly through his dress shirt. He was wearing a silk suit and it was
soft and a wonderful shade of grey, like smoke.

"Well, you have to have something in a dress like that." He smiled. "A
stole maybe, I don't know. I've never had a real girlfriend before."

"Is that what I am?" I asked playfully, sliding my hand down to his
trousers and feeling his flaccid penis laying in wait for me.

"You're my negra slave." He shrugged. "And tonight, yes, you're my
girlfriend too."

"Thank you." I sighed, snuggling just a little closer as he held me,
steering with one hand.

"Tomorrow morning you drive yourself to school, right?" Mr. Reiser
said and I'd been expecting him to mention something about it. 

It was typical of him to mention it when I was feeling especially
happy about something else and I just nodded. His cock was stirring
under my fingers and I continued to rub him through his pants, coaxing
Mr. Reiser's cock to become swollen and excited for me. I was feeling
horny and had been ever since I'd started trying on all my new clothes
for the man. Even being reminded that I had to return to my new school
the following day wasn't enough to dissuade my lusty interest.

"Hmmm...You better not do that too much, we're almost there." Mr. Reiser
warned me and his cock was hard now, pulsing every now and again
beneath my hand.

"Drive slower." I whispered and I was unzipping him.

"Slower?" He chuckled. "I am driving slower, uh...I'm going to have to
park in a minute."

"Mmmm..." I giggled and then I had his cock out and Mr. Reiser didn't
stop me as I leaned over carefully, taking him into my mouth and
sucking his penis gently while he drove.

"Oh, Jesus...You're getting better at that..." Mr. Reiser sighed and moved
slightly in his seat, trying to give me more room. "...You learned
something in school today, didn't you?"

"Hmmphh?" I lifted my mouth and laughed, licking my lips ad looking at
his face in the dim light. "I guess I did."

"Don't stop..." He grinned down at me and pushed my head back onto his
cock gently. "...That's too good."

It was slightly awkward giving Mr. Reiser a blowjob in a moving car
and I couldn't deep throat him like I wanted to, but I was able to get
half of him in my mouth anyway and I contented myself with bobbing my
head up and down and following my mouth with my right hand, jerking
him off while I sucked him. It was nice like that, for both of us I
thought, and I just loved the feeling of his smooth hot shaft sliding
between my stretched lips. It was thick and sexy and I washed his
cockhead happily with my tongue, tickling at the man's pisshole with
the tip and then wriggling beneath the head as it went in and out.

"Damn...Ummm...Hold on..." Mr. Reiser chuckled with frustration and I
realized he was pulling over.

We were on the Owner's Club plantation by then, for lack of a better
word, somewhere along the drive leading from the main road up to the
mansion. Mr. Reiser had pulled to the soft shoulder and he was getting
out as I sat up, unsure of what we were doing until he opened the
passenger door. His long white cock was still standing out straight
from his trousers and he stood there smiling and presenting it to me.

"Okay...Go ahead, Dani...Take it...Suck me off now..."

It was a lot easier, I had to admit and I just turned in my seat,
putting my right foot outside the car and leaning forward to take my
Master's fat cock back into my hungry mouth. I pulled his balls free
then, so that they hung loose in the night air and I moved my mouth up
and down slowly while I played with them. A car drove by a minute
later and slowed down, but didn't stop and neither did I. Whether the
people in it could see me or what I was doing, I didn't care. I was
sucking my owner's cock and taking him into my throat finally as Mr.
Reiser groaned softly and held my head.

"Jesus...I want to fuck you..." He was breathing. "...But your mouth feels
so fucking good, you little whore...Jesus...Suck it, suck it all the way..."

He was fucking himself into me, the way Mr. Reiser liked to do it,
holding my head when it started feeling too good, and just moving his
hips to slide his aching cock in and out between my lips. I was
definitely getting better at it and all I had to do was remember to
lean way forward and wipe my chin a lot. Everytime Mr. Reiser would
pull back from my throat my mouth would be overflowing with saliva and
precum and it was always more than I could swallow. I usually needed a
big drink of air too and so all that wet mess would spill from my lips
and if I wasn't careful, onto my brand new dress.

I was being real careful, which probably explains as much as anything
why my Master decided to fuck me instead of cumming in my mouth.

"Come on...Stop, Dani...Come here...Bend over, I'm going to fuck you now..."
Mr. Reiser was pulling me out of the car and I giggled breathlessly as
he pushed me over the hood of the Mercedes, which was at least nice
and warm after all the driving.

"Yeah...Careful...Oh God!" I laughed as I just stretched out on my tummy,
breathing hard and laughing.

"Oh yeah, I'm careful..." Mr. Reiser promised and he was pushing my
dress up, exposing my long brown legs and then my nice round ass and I
spread my thighs for him, nodding over my shoulder because I wanted it
now.

"Fuck me...Put it in..." I begged the man and then I sighed with pleasure
as Mr. Reiser pressed his cockhead to my anus, which was more than
ready. 

I was already greased with KY jelly, having come to the conclusion
that I'd be needing it before the night was done and now I was very
pleased to find I'd been right. I was loose anyway, having been fucked
a half dozen times already that day, but now I was hot and slippery
and my owner's rigid manhood went balls deep into my asshole with one
deliciously long push. 

"Ohhh fuuuuuck...Dani that's good, baby..." Mr. Reiser moaned and held my
hips, pulling me off the hood slightly so I could thrust my ass back
against him.

He fucked me hard then, as hard as he wanted to and it was feeling
good for me. I was sore, yeah, and tender and abused back there, it
would doubtlessly really hurt later, or in the morning, but right
then, being fucked on the side of the road by my Master? It was
heavenly and his thighs were slapping mine as his urgent cock rushed
in and out of my asshole easily. My semi-hard penis was hanging down
with my balls,  swinging and swaying and that felt both funny and good
all at once too. A car drove by, giving us a honk and I saw a black
girl's face looking out the passenger window as she stared at us. It
just made me giggle and push my ass back harder; rolling my hips and
grinding my ass against the man I loved.

"I'm cumming...Fuck! I wanna fuck you all night...Ohhh..." Mr. Reiser pulled
me to him hard, all his motion coming to a stop while I worked my ass
around on his dick, squeezing him with my asshole, working those
muscles to milk his cock for every drop of sperm I could get inside my
horny black ass.

"Oh God!" I breathed, turning my head so I could kiss him. "That feels
good."

"Shit." Mr. Reiser kissed me and grinned. "You're telling me? I'm
going to need some Viagra after a few more days of this."

"No." I kissed him again. "You're not that old. I love you, Master."

"I love you too." He whispered and that was the first time he'd said
it and I felt my heart skip a beat and then keep going, even harder
than before.

He loved me. I reached back, holding Mr. Reiser's head and his mouth
to mine because I needed a long, deep and serious kiss while his cock
still leaked his creamy orgasm into my hot trembling body.


End of chapter 07
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