Chapter 14: The Ceremony

Emma went to the bathroom to clean up. Abdi had told her that this was a sacred ceremony for Muslims and cum shouldn’t be leaking out of her pussy during it. She giggled but agreed. Her heart was pounding. Was she really going to do this? Was she really going to submit herself to Abdi as his slavegirl? In some of the sex stories that she had read she had learned that some girls were natural slaves who just wanted to submit themselves to a man. She really wanted to become Abdi’s slave. Was she one of those natural slaves? And that sex story she had read where white people were the slaves and Black people were the Masters had made her so horny. Maybe it was only fair that a Black man owned her. Her teachers had taught her for years that whites owed Blacks reparations for slavery and this could be her way of paying reparations! And it really was her fault that he had committed sin! She should have stopped him when he kissed her and fondled her body. She didn’t have to let him fuck her. She was the girl and the girl had the sexual power to say no. She really had tempted him into sin and this was her way to atone for it. “And then he would still be able to fuck her” she giggled to herself.

She rejoined Abdi in the room. “Abdi, what do I have to do to become your slavegirl?”

“First, you must accept that this is a very solemn ceremony for Muslims. This is not a game. After this ceremony, you will truly be my slave, my property. I will own your body, your mind and your soul.” Abdi really was explicit in what he wanted. He didn’t think the slut would object at this point and he wanted to lay the foundation when she objected to some of his commands. She wouldn’t be able to say that she hadn’t agreed to it.

“I understand Abdi. This is serious for me too. I truly want to become your slave so that I can absolve you of sin” she said seriously. “And continue fucking me” she giggled to herself.

“Kneel down in front of me, spread your legs as wide as possible, place your hands behind your head, and stick out your tits.”

Emma complied. This was so submissive! But then, she was submitting herself to him as his slavegirl. It was supposed to be submissive.

“Emma Badger” he said loudly and seriously, “Do you freely give yourself to me as a slavegirl?”

“Yes Master”, her voice quivered a bit and she felt queasy in her stomach as she said it, “I freely give myself to you as a slavegirl.” This was such a fun game.

Abdi appreciated that she had called him Master without prompting.

“Slavegirl, who owns that slut body?”

“You own this slut body Master.” She didn’t like being called a slut but thought that she was a slut for her master.

“Who owns that slut mind?”

“You own this slut’s mind Master.”

“Who owns that slut soul?”

“You own this slut’s soul Master.” This was a little strange. She thought that he would only want to own her body. “I guess this must be part of the ceremony” she giggled to herself.”

Abdi approached her carrying something he had retrieved when she was in the bathroom. “This is a slave collar. You must ask me to collar you as my slavegirl. Once the collar goes around your neck, then you are legally my property.”

“A collar” she thought excitedly. “Just like the girl in the story was collared.” She felt her pussy getting wet again. “Master Abdi, please collar your slavegirl!”

“Lean over and hold your hair back with your hands.”

Emma felt leather go around her neck and then felt it tighten around it.

“It is over. You are now legally my slavegirl!!” This slut had really done it!! She had submitted herself to him as a slave. Of course as the Iman had taught him, since Emma was not circumcised like virtuous Muslim girls, she was already a slave to her pleasure bud. It seemed that thanks to interracial porn, all american girls fantasize about being fucked by a big Black cock. When he fucked her and could feel her body shaking beneath him and he could hear her scream out her cums, he knew that she would need to get fucked by his Black cock again and again and again.