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Sam and the Black Bodybuilder

Copyright© 2024 by A Bad Attitude

Chapter 5: The Black Queen and her Slave

Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 5: The Black Queen and her Slave - A former world champion body builder is being blackmailed and seeks help from a private detective agency. As the detective solves her problem they fall in love. But will her 'on-stage' personality, The Lioness, permit this relationship. The detective has to decide whether to walk away or join the party. i tried to check all the appropriate codes but I probably missed some.

Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Blackmail   Consensual   Lesbian   Heterosexual   Fiction   Crime   Workplace   Sharing   BDSM   Humiliation   Light Bond   Rough   Swinging   Interracial   Black Female   White Male   Violence  

The next week drug by for the Freak. On Thursday we did receive an email with a copy of her negative lab tests. That brightened the Freak up. Saturday afternoon arrived and Sam got to his house just as I was pulling up. He had not worked that day so I wondered where he had been.

“Doing a little shopping for the party tonight. I think the Freak will enjoy what I have brought.”

He would not show me anything saying he wanted it to be a surprise.

At about 6:45pm a car pulled into the drive at Sam’s house. I was dressed in my ‘Lioness’ outfit. I wanted to look like a barbarian queen, and I think I had achieved the part. My head was recently shaved on the sides. My hair was long and wavy down my back to my shoulder blades. I had gold hoop earrings and a gold chain around my neck. My breasts were encased in a black lace bra that showed a lot of tit and my gold barbell piercings were clearly visible. My ripped stomach muscles were bare and impressive. I had on a black garter with a very small black thong over it. The garter held up a pair of black silk hose. My feet were encased in six-inch spiked heels. I was ‘The Lioness’, the ‘Freak’.

Sam opened the door and she stepped in.

“Kathy, right?”

“That’s right and you must be Sam.”

“I am. I want to explain some things before we get started. You did not bring a cell phone or some type of recording device did you?”

“No, I left my cell phone in the car. And I did not bring any type of video recorder. I would prefer what we are about to do to just stay between us and not see myself on the internet one day.”

“Good. Now I want you to be aware of some things. First, your safe word is ‘orange’. You use that and everything stops. You get dressed and leave. Second, there will be no permanent markings on you. No tattoos, branding, cutting or anything like that. We all just want to have fun and part in the morning as friends. This is just a game, nothing more. Do you understand?”

“Yes, and that is what I am looking for, just a good time and a good memory.”

“Good, the scenario will start when you get completely naked.”

With that said Kathy starts to undress. When she is totally naked Sam has her hold her hands over her head and turn around. He pinches her breasts then slaps her on the ass.

“Follow me slave,” he orders. She thinks she is going to the bedroom but he guides her into the bathroom.

“Take a quick shower using the scented soap you find there.”

She does and in a few minutes she steps out and he pats her dry.

“You smell like coconuts. The queen loves that smell. Follow me.”

Again she thinks she is going to meet me but Sam leads her into another room. On the bed in there he has laid out the bondage gear that he purchased today. He attaches cuffs to her wrists, thighs and ankles then puts a slave collar around her neck and attaches a leash. “A word of advice slave. Do exactly what the queen says and do not protest, or you will be punished. Do you understand?”

“Yes”.

He picked up a riding crop and swatted her ass. She was not expecting it and screamed.

“You will address me as Sir or Captain. The queen will be addressed as Mistress or Queen. Anything else is unacceptable and you will be punished. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir!”

Kathy was rubbing her ass and trying not to cry as he led her into my bedroom.

“So this is the slave you have chosen for me tonight. What is your name girl?”

With her eyes downcast she replies, “Kathy, my Queen”.

“Well Kathy get over here and start worshipping your Queen. I love your cuffs and leash. Did you bring them with you?”

Kathy was now kissing me on the neck and around my ears.

“No, my Queen. The Captain put them on me before he brought me in here.” She was whispering into my ear. I felt her hot breath and her tongue, my clit started to grow!

I look over at Sam and smile. This is going to work out so well. I order Kathy to take one of my nipples in her mouth as I pull my bra down. She is nursing it like a baby then switches to the other one. This girl is good. After a minute I pushed her to her knees and pulled my thong to the side. She did not need to be told what to do. Her lips found my clit and she started to lick and suck on it. I had my first climax of the night and sat back on the bed.

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