Chapter 3

As consciousness slowly seeped back into my befuddled mind, I found myself in an environment that was far from the familiar confines of my hotel room. The air was thick with the cloying scent of sex and a dampness that spoke of debauchery, and my eyes struggled to adjust to the enveloping darkness. Once they had, I discovered that I was still tightly secured by the bonds that had held me captive during my transportation to this place, my naked body vulnerable and exposed.

Panic began to set in as I fruitlessly tested the limits of my restraints, desperation etched into every strain of my muscles. The sound of approaching footsteps sent a jolt of fear coursing through me, only to be momentarily allayed by the sight of Lizzy’s face appearing in the gloom. But rather than the relief I had naively hoped for, she merely chuckled at my plight before sauntering over to the wall-mounted television and switching it on with a flick of her wrist.

The flickering screen revealed a news report, my own terrified visage plastered across it. The words ‘declared dead’ and ‘body not found’ echoed in my hazy mind, and as the reality of the situation began to dawn, Lizzy took the opportunity to remind me of my powerlessness with a series of stinging slaps that painted my cheek a vivid shade of red. She spoke as she abused me, her voice a mix of amusement and contempt. “You really are quite the slow one, aren’t you, sweetheart?” she taunted, before continuing to elaborate on my newfound fate.

The news report had moved on to announce the unexpected release of the ‘black cards’ gang members, a revelation that only served to stoke the fires of anger and confusion burning within me. “What the fuck is going on here?” I managed to croak out, only to be met with an even harsher round of slaps that brought fresh tears of pain to my eyes.

With a cruel shush, Lizzy silenced me, placing her finger upon my trembling lips. “You see, Ajun,” she began, her voice now a sultry purr, “you and I, we’re just playthings for the true rulers of this world. The black men and women are the superior race, and it’s high time we accept our subservient positions beneath their mighty boots.”

Her eyes gleamed with a sadistic glee as she continued, “You’re about to embark on a journey of submission, my little sissy. A training regimen that will strip away your delusions of grandeur and leave you craving the humiliation and servitude that you were born to endure. And I, my dear, will be your loving guide through this transformative process.”

Her hand stroked my head in a mockery of comfort as she explained, “You’re going to be sissified, Ajun. Made to understand the true meaning of submission. You’ll become the perfect little slut, eager to please your black masters in every way imaginable. And as for the BDSM,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear, “oh, you’re going to experience it in ways you never thought possible. Your body will be their canvas, and they’ll paint it with a symphony of pain and pleasure until you crave their touch like the pathetic little whore you are.”

My body quivered with fear and anticipation as she leaned in closer, her breasts brushing against my chest. “But don’t worry, baby,” she cooed, “I’ll be here every step of the way, making sure you learn to love your new role. You’re going to be the prettiest little sissy they’ve ever had, and when they’re through with you, you’ll beg for more. And who knows?” she added with a wink, “Maybe you’ll even get to serve some of those big, strong black cocks that I know you’ve been secretly lusting after.”

With a commanding gait, she approached me, the seductive glint in her eyes hinting at the depravity to come. “Do you need to use the bathroom, my little faggy?” she inquired, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she noted my desperation to relieve myself. I nodded frantically, unable to hide my need to release the pressure in my bladder and bowels. She pulled me up from the bed, my legs trembling beneath me, and Lizzy steadied me, her grip firm and unyielding.

To my surprise, I found myself adorned in a pair of 4-inch tall, transparent pink wedges, the high heels making me wobble as I tried to stand. “You’re going to get very familiar with these, sissy,” she cooed, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she guided me to the washroom.

The bathroom was small and dimly lit, the toilet stained with the marks of past use. She ordered me to do my business, the bonds around my wrists making it an even more degrading experience. Struggling to maintain balance and dignity, I managed to complete the task.

Upon exiting the washroom, she led me back to the bedroom, tying me to the bedpost with a cruel efficiency that left me utterly exposed and vulnerable. Lizzy’s touch was cold and calculated as she began to coat my body in a special lotion that sent waves of burning agony through my pores. Twice more she applied it, the pain escalating until I realized with a start that she had burned off every last strand of body hair, leaving my skin smooth and tender.