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

Chapter 10


"Count backwards slowly," A man was saying and the air smelled funny
and cold, "...100...99...98..."

"...98...97...90...Mmmm..." 

I woke up in warm sheets, feeling fuzzy all over and it was so quiet
in that room, a yellow room, sunshine yellow and pleasant and I didn't
want to move. I couldn't move and I had to find my way through a soft
fog to remember where I was and what I was doing and I wondered where
my Master was. It was always my first real thought when I opened my
eyes. Where was Mr. Reiser? Did he want me? Everything else could wait...
But I was tired and I closed my eyes again.

"How do you feel?" A nurse was asking me, a white woman.

"Thirsty." I said after thinking about it and my voice was cracked.

"Here..." She had a cup with a straw and the woman held it to my lips so
I could sip it. "...You've been out for about six hours, I need you to
urinate. Can you pee?"

"No." I had to think about that too and I couldn't feel my bladder at
all. I didn't feel anything except thirsty and warm in that bed.

"Okay, it takes awhile for the body to wake up. I'm going to use a
catheter, okay?" She set the cup down and I realized she had a little
cart.

"Where's my Master?" I asked weakly and I was looking up, noticing my
I.V. for the first time.

"Mr. Reiser? He's outside." The nurse smiled and I didn't know what
she was doing. I could feel her hands, but they seemed so far away.

"Oh." I closed my eyes.

"Your operation was perfect, in case you're wondering." She sounded
like she was smiling so I smiled too. "The doctor will be in later to
talk to you, but everything went very well."

"Good, thank you." I sighed and I opened my eyes, turning them down
with my chin, and I could see the shape of my new breasts beneath the
white sheet.

"Don't move too much now...There, that was a lot. You did have to go."
The nurse held up a beaker filled with waste from my bladder and it
didn't look like much to me, but maybe it was.

A minute after she left, Mr. Reiser entered and he was smiling.

"How do you feel? Are you okay?" He was touching my face, as if I
might have a fever and I giggled tiredly.

"I'm...Fuzzy." I decided.

"Fuzzy, huh?" He laughed lightly and leaned over to kiss my forehead.
"They really put you under, but it's over now. The doctor said it was
textbook; everything went perfectly."

"I have breasts." I smiled and my Master nodded.

"Perfect breasts." Mr. Reiser agreed. "You're going to be so
beautiful, Dani."

"Thank you." I whispered.

"Don't thank me." Mr. Reiser stroked my hair. "You did all the work
and besides, they're as much for me as they are for you."

"How's my best patient?" The doctor said as she entered the room and
she was a black woman, a freeborn who worked at the clinic doing
cosmetic surgery on slaves.

"She's happy, I think." Mr. Reiser smiled at me.

"Good, me too! I wish all my patients had a body like yours, Dani."
She was holding a clipboard and looking through it. "We're going to
keep you overnight, I think, just to make sure you don't sneak out and
go celebrate."

I smiled at that, feeling as if just standing would be impossible
right then and my chest was beginning to hurt now, deep down inside,
like a dull ache.

"The anesthesia should wear off in the next half hour or so and you'll
start to feel some soreness..."

"I feel it." I licked my lips. "I think."

"Good, that's a good thing. It'll be a little painful and we'll give
you something for that, but you'll still feel it." The doctor told me.
"The important thing is that you just relax and don't move too much,
get some rest and let your body do its thing, okay?"

The doctor stayed a while longer, Mr. Reiser asking her some questions
while I closed my eyes. Everything was fine, just fine now and after I
healed I'd be so pretty. My Master would be so happy with me, he'd
never let me go. He'd keep me forever and that was all I wanted.

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

"Does it hurt?" Mr. Reiser asked me and I giggled happily.

"No!" I shook my head as I lay on the bed and I was naked with my
Master beside me. "It feels good."

He was playing with my breasts and it was a full three weeks after my
surgery and I was pretty much completely healed, enough that I'd had
my last visit to the clinic and gotten a clean bill of health. I'd had
a little more cosmetic surgery the week before, just to reduce the
scarring which had been barely noticeable anyway. Now it was
practically invisible without a close inspection of the undersides of
my breasts. They were wonderfully formed 34C tits, firm and round with
my nipples still dark and puffy and all too sensitive as they pointed
out and up. I had perfect tits and Mr. Reiser was enjoying them.

"Feels good for me too." He smiled.

Mr. Reiser was holding my left breast in his hand, squeezing it
gently, exploring the tissue as if trying to detect whatever part of
it wasn't me, but that was impossible. My skin was dark and warm and
soft beneath his fingers ad my nipples burned hot and cold with my
arousal.

"You're gorgeous now...Everything I ever wanted." The man sighed and his
hand moved down my body, from my ripe breast to my stiff penis and he
massaged me there as well.

"I want to be beautiful for you." I told him, moving my hips slightly
as the pressure of his fist around my girl cock was too nice to
ignore.

"You are beautiful, you always were." Mr. Reiser leaned down to kiss
my smile, slipping his tongue into my greedy mouth so I could suck it
for him.

He was jerking me off slowly and moving his lips down to my breasts a
moment later and I cradled him to me, feeling warm all over as he
pulled my left nipple between his lips and then more, sucking at my
breast as if trying to draw all of it into his mouth. I moaned and
arched my back to that pleasant sensation, my flesh coming alive
beneath him and his fingers grew moist with my precum. Mr. Reiser
always knew how to make me feel special.

"Suh, your suppuh is getting cold." Mercy's sweet Southern voice
interrupted us and I giggled at her frown.

"Bring it up here." Mr. Reiser said and that was unheard of.

"Suh?" Mercy stared at him and Mr. Reiser was kissing his way down my
tummy towards my penis.

"We'll eat...Here..." My Master sighed and took the head of my penis into
his mouth, making me gasp and dig my fingers in his sandy hair.

"I don't believe you will, suh!" Mercy said indignantly. "Now you come
out of there, and set yourself at your table like a proper gentleman!"

She left us then, not waiting for a reply and I laughed, sticking out
my tongue slightly as Mr. Reiser lifted his mouth and licked his lips.

"I guess we'll eat downstairs." He grinned at me.

"Yes sir." I rolled my eyes playfully and we'd have to wait until
later to continue this fun game.

He was dressing and I was looking through my closet when Mr. Reiser
stopped me.

"No, just panties...Nothing else." He told me and I looked at him with
an incredulous smile.

"Mercy will whip my butt if I sit down for dinner in panties!" I
laughed and I wasn't lying.

"I'll whip your butt if you don't." Mr. Reiser chuckled. "Take your
pick."

I stared at him for a minute, wondering if the man was serious and
decided he probably was.

"What color?" I giggled.

An hour later I was sitting in Mr. Reiser's study, reading a new issue
of Southern Life while Mr. Reiser worked at his desk. He always had
paperwork, too much of it in my opinion, but the man was a vice-
president of a large insurance company. He made a lot of money, I knew
that, but he worked for it too and I was often bored while I waited
for him to take me to bed. Mr. Reiser spent two, sometimes three hours
nearly every night behind his desk and it could be a little
frustrating.

"Did you know that forty percent of all slaves are owned by ten
percent of the population?" I asked, just to remind my Master that I
was waiting for him.

"Hmmm..." He didn't even look up.

"Fifty percent are owned by corporations and private businesses..."

"Really." He said, but he wasn't interested.

"...And just ten percent are owned by the other ninety percent of the
white population." I clucked my tongue. "I didn't know that."

"Slavery is an economic institution, not a social one." Mr. Reiser
looked up at me and smiled. "I'm almost done."

"Hmmm..." I made a noncommittal sound as it was my turn to ignore him.

"Come out of there now and leave him be." Mercy was there and it was
time for that whipping. "We're gonna have ourselves a little talk
now."

"Oh goody." I breathed and Mr. Reiser glanced at me briefly, looking
amused, but he wasn't going to say anything.

Mercy was practically tapping her foot as she stood there and I
couldn't keep her waiting.

"Coward." I giggled at Mr. Reiser as I stood up, still wearing a pair
of baby blue panties and nothing else. He just shook his head with a
smile and looked back down at his papers.

"Mercy, he told me to dress like this." I argued, but that was wasted
breath.

"A house negra like you don't sit at my table looking like that."
Mercy had me in my bedroom, the one I rarely used for anything but
closet space and making myself beautiful at the vanity.

"You set a fine table, ma'am." I said, trying to sound sincere.

"Don't sass me like that!" Mercy shook her head. "You take hold of the
bed now."

"Owwww...Mercy!" I winced and tilted my head as the old woman grabbed my
ear, pinching it hard as she pulled me where she wanted me.

My bed was a four poster, with a canopy draped in lavender satin and
thin silk. It was a beautiful bed and very sturdy, but other than the
one time Mr. Reiser had made love to me on it, this was the only real
purpose it served. I stood at the foot of it, stretching my arms to
either side and grabbing the posts in my hands. I dimly recalled Mr.
Reiser telling me I'd be running his household, but that had been a
rather poor joke. It was Mercy's house and she ran it, the house and
everything in it, including me. I'd learned that quickly enough.

"You're spoiling that man downstairs and I won't stand for it." Mercy
told me. "Sometimes a lady has to say no to a man, for his own good."

"Yes ma'am." I said softly and my heart was picking up speed and I
fought to control my breathing while I waited.

"You want to be a lady, you gone have to act like one!" Mercy had a
good old fashioned razor strop and it hurt!

"Owww!" I jerked as she laid that strop across my ass and those thin
panties didn't help at all.

"Shush now, you gonna take your licks." She spanked me again and I
squeezed those bed posts so tightly my hands were turning white.

"Mercy! I'm sorry...Owww!" I winced and my eyes got wet with the third
one.

"Oh, you's sorry now?" She spanked me again. "That one there's for
lyin!"

"Lying...Ahhhh...Fuck!" I twisted my butt slightly as if I'd get away.

"An that one's for cussing!"

"Mercy...I'm sorry...I mean it Oh! Ummmm..." I groaned, gritting my teeth as
she spanked me a sixth time.

"You parading around like you the Mistress of the Manor..." She spanked
me again. "...You ain't nothin but a house negra, girl."

"Yesssss...Mercy..." I was crying then, with the eighth stroke.

"When you come out that bedroom, you gone be proper." She laid the
ninth on my burning ass.

"I promise..." I whispered and my knees went weak with number ten, so I
slid sown the posters a foot or so, but I didn't let go.

"Now go get some of that sweet balm and bring it to me, child." Mercy
told me and she wasn't even sweating.

I was walking gingerly, rubbing my butt and feeling my skin like I'd
sat in a furnace. Only ten strokes, but good Lord those hurt a lot.
Much more than Mr. Simpson's belt and I could barely remembered what
that had felt like, but this was something I'd always remember. Mercy
whipped me when I needed it and I wasn't allowed to refuse her, I
didn't think. I'd never actually asked or tried and Mr. Reiser hadn't
really told me that I had to obey her, but Mercy acted for all the
world like I was her little own girl. It had just taken her a week or
so to get used to me.

"Come here now, over my knees." Mercy was sitting on the bed and this
was the fourth time she'd spanked me, so I knew what we were doing.

I laid over her thighs, no longer afraid I'd break her like I'd been
the first time, and she pulled my panties down so she could rub some
soothing ointment on my burning skin. It felt wonderful and truthfully
this was something I looked forward to, enough that I didn't mind the
whipping so much. Her hands were old and wrinkled, but strong,
incredibly strong, and she would dig right into my butt cheeks with
them, working that menthol balm deep and it wasn't the sort that
started cool and got hot, this started cool and stayed that way. 

I found myself getting an erection, as I always did when we were like
that, and Mercy sighed and shook her head as she plainly felt my penis
harden against her leg.

"Suh was the same way when he was a boy." She told me. "You two is
just like peas in a pod."

"You...You used to spank him? Mr. Reiser?" I lifted my head at that and
Mercy chuckled softly.

"Course I did, who else gone do it? His momma?" She shook her head,
working her thumbs close to my anus and pulling my little black ass
open.

"Ohhh..." I stretched a little and lifted my feet right off the floor
for a second, curling my toes.

"I supped that boy from my teat, don't nobody love that boy like me."
Mercy said softly. "Course I was a lot younger then, lot stronger than
I am now. Once upon a time I give a girl like you ten strokes and she
wouldn't sit down for a week."

"I believe you." I said seriously and Mercy laughed at that.

"You like to believe anything, huh? That's alright though, just done
you forget you's a lady now." Mercy gave my butt a little slap. "Get
up now, give Mercy a kiss. We're all better, ain't we?"

"Yes ma'am." I said, getting off her carefully and kissing the old
woman's cheek. "Thank you, Mercy."

"Uh-huh, gone get yourself fixed up now." She shooed me away with a
little smile and shake of her head. "Make yourself all pretty again."

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

I did make myself pretty, devoting myself to it so that when Mr.
Reiser finally left his study and came upstairs, I was ready for him.
I wore my camisole and tap pants set, the one my mother had bought me
a month before. It was soft and made of fine silk, emerald green and
that really was my best color, I thought. It had looked good on me
before, but now that I had breasts it was divine, if only slightly too
small, but that just made it even better.

The thin spaghetti straps were over my shoulders and my tits pushed
the silk out hard, so that their firm shape was easily seen. The cups,
such as they were, had white lace trim, matching the lace around the
hem at the bottom of the camisole, as well as the waistband of the tap
pants, which were really just loose shorts. The legs were tailored in
a V shape, so that they rode high around my hips and exposed a lot of
butt in the back and thigh in the front, barely concealing my penis
and balls. It was sexy and beautiful and I'd made my face up to match,
with green eye shadow and ruby lips. I'd put on jewelry and brushed my
hair for thirty minutes.

When my Master found me I was laying on the bed, on my side with my
knees together and slightly bent, my left arm cocked at the elbow,
propping up my head. I was just tracing the index finger of my right
hand over the bed spread, following the stitches while I waited, as if
doodling in my boredom. I didn't look at the man right away, I was
teasing him, ignoring him as he stopped halfway into the bedroom,
staring at me, I knew. I'd done everything I could to make him desire
me and my penis was swollen with anticipation, the head barely exposed
against my right thigh as it peeked out and that was deliberate and
just for my owner.

"I thought you were sleeping already." Mr. Reiser finally said.

"No." I shook my head slowly and looked up, giving him my soft brown
eyes. "The bed's too big. I couldn't get comfortable."

"Stand up for me." He said and I smiled, giving him a curious look and
decided to take him literally.

"Like this?" 

I stood up on the bed, spreading my legs to keep my balance, turned
half away from him and I didn't bother to fix my camisole, or most
especially my tap pants. My lingerie was askew and my breasts
threatened fall out as one of the straps had fallen completely from my
right shoulder. My penis and balls were exposed as the thin loose
crotch of the shorts was pulled to the side.

"Jesus." He nodded slowly. "Turn around...Just...slowly..."

I giggled softly, moving as he directed me, letting him see me however
my Master desired.

"Touch yourself."

"Here?" I brought my right hand to my breasts, finding my left nipple
through the silk and rubbing the material over it.

"Or here?" I sighed, using my left hand to rub my penis, dragging
three fingers along the top of the shaft, tugging at the foreskin and
pulling my girl cock up invitingly so that it pointed towards him.

"Yes." Mr. Reiser nodded. "Like that. I want to..." He looked around and
found a Queen Anne chair, pulling it to the place he wanted. "...I want
to watch you just like that."

I masturbated for him, standing on the bed and touching myself while
he sat there in his suit and watched. I squeezed my tits and pinched
my nipples through the silk while I worked my hand around my penis
slowly, not wanting to cum, but to prolong the experience so long as
possible. I was staring at him the whole time, licking my lips and
breathing softly, watching my handsome white Master watching me.

After a few minutes I turned a little more and reached for my ass,
playing with my firm brown cheeks. I spread them, pulling the silk
aside and letting him see my anus while I sucked a finger, getting it
moist before inserting it into my boy pussy slowly. I pulled at my
penis, stroking it down so Mr. Reiser could see that as well, how I
was masturbating my girl cock while I fingered my tight brown ass for
his pleasure.

It was good like that, making me hot and my tummy fluttered with the
wondrous sensations I'd come to associate with being female inside. My
nipples itched and burned and ignored them as best I could, feeling my
heartbeat quicken and my breathing became deep and ragged as I labored
to control myself. Precum spilled from my penis, dripping to the bed
and I rubbed my thumb over the tip and brought it to my mouth, sucking
it clean while Mr. Reiser stared at me.

A moment later I was pulling my finger from my ass and I suckled that
digit as well, licking around it and tasting myself, sucking it clean
between my red lips before bringing it back, fucking it back into my
wanton hole eagerly. I pumped my finger in and out, moaning softly and
pulling harder at my penis. The need to orgasm was rising undeniable
and I was begging for it with my eyes, wanting my Master to give me
some sign of his desires.

"I'm going to cum." I whispered, unable to remain patient any longer.

"Here..." He moved then, finally rising from his chair and approaching
the bed. "...I want to taste it."

He stood close and I took small steps toward him, reaching for my
Master's shoulders as he leaned forward, engulfing my penis in his
warm wet mouth while his hands found my hips and then my ass, pulling
me against him so that he had all of my girl cock between his lips. He
sucked me gently, his mouth so soft inside, his tongue flirting with
my penis until I gasped loudly, digging my nails into his shirt and
going onto my tip-toes as I balanced uncertainly on the bed. I was
cumming suddenly, my penis throbbing excitedly, shooting into the
man's mouth as he swallowed quickly, taking all my sweet cum easily. I
bent over him, hugging my master awkwardly, but unable to do anything
else. I was almost crying it felt so good, cumming into his mouth,
knowing he was swallowing the rapture of our union.

I held him until Mr. Reiser let my softening penis slip from his mouth
and then he was pushing me down to lie on his bed. He undressed slowly
while I watched, with every light on and the door wide open and we had
nothing to fear. I wanted to see him and be seen and I felt no shame
or remorse in anything we did together. I loved my Master completely
and as he got on the bed with his big white cock straining for me, I
turned over, getting on my hands and knees and begging him to take me
from behind.

I wanted to be fucked. I needed it like a drug and I was begging with
my eyes and lips and reaching for him with my hand, pulling Mr. Reiser
to mount me from behind. He pressed his cock against my loosened anus
and gave me a small push, my asshole opening easily, embracing that
penis that I'd learned to love. He was inside me and holding my hips
and then sliding his hands under me to find the weight of my breasts.
He was under my camisole, feeling my bare flesh and I moaned happily
at the man's welcome touch. He cupped my tits and played with my
nipples and all the while he was sliding his cock in and out of me,
pulling me back by my breasts so that our thighs would slap together
softly. His balls pressing against mine as my penis swung to and fro
like a pendulum in time with our thrusts.

It was the fuck I craved, just like that, and after some few minutes
Mr. Reiser was ready to take me harder, driving into me finally with
some urgency as his orgasm approached. He squeezed my tits harder,
tugging at them as I pushed myself back to met his cock. My rectum was
hot and receptive, my muscles and soft inner walls pressing around his
cock like a supple fist. I was getting better at fucking every time we
did it and I'd learned to control myself, to contract my ass and relax
it, to make it especially good for my Master when he made love to me.
My ass was every bit as sweet and comforting as any girlish sex could
hope to be and Mr. Reiser was groaning, slamming his cock inside me
finally as he became desperate and single-minded in his desires.

"Cum inside me...Oh please...Cum...cum for meeeee..." I sighed and rolled my
ass and rocked my hips and did everything in my power to push my
Master over the edge of reason.

"Oh God!" Mr. Reiser grunted finally, cumming as he continued to fuck
me, his pace refusing to slow as it most often did. This time he was
fucking me through the pleasure, not stopping even as the greasy stain
of his semen flooded my bowels.

He didn't go soft either, after his orgasm had ended, he was still
moving, still fucking me and the only time we paused was when my
Master put me on my back for him, the way he liked it most. He loved
to fuck me like a girl, with my legs around his waist, or over his
shoulders. I loved being vulnerable and submissive and I accepted his
cock eagerly, kissing the man to whom I was so helplessly devoted. He
would have been my Master in any time or place, whether legally or
otherwise, this was who we were and what we were meant for. I felt
that. I would have loved him whether I was his slave or not and I
counted myself fortunate that I lived in a place where he could have
me this way, as his possession. It was the best of all possible
worlds, I was certain.


End of chapter 10

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