My Wife's Black Master Chapter 4 (and final) Q-Tip

Jane was up to greet me when I walked into the house Sunday afternoon. I could easily see the effect of the night before. She was walking slowly; her face was red from whisker-burn, her eyes were a little red looking. To my surprise she wrapped her arms around me and clung to me by the door.

I tried to ask her what was wrong but she just shook her head and continued to hang on. She was sniffling a little, I think she may have been crying, but she wouldn't let me see her face. Finally I was able to lift her head up to kiss her and her lips were hungry against my mouth. I could feel the emotions running through her. I think she was saying "good-bye," but she didn't want to go.

I pulled her into the bedroom undressing her by the bed. She protested, she didn't want me to see her as she knew she looked, but she lacked the strength to deny me. When she was naked I could see, even in the dark room, the marks on her body from the night before. Oh, nothing serious, some of the men had not been gentle and she had collected a hickey or two in the parking lot.

I pretended not to noticed and laid beside her, both of us naked, holding each other. Kissing. I lightly ran my hand over her body, enjoying the sharp intake of her breath as I stroked her nipples. When my hand reached her pussy the hot-fluid feel of her surprised me. Her clit was swollen and very sensitive. I slowly kissed my way down her body.

Once again she tried to stop me, but she seemed lethargic. As I spread her legs I heard her sigh. When my tongue touched her clit, as softly as I could touch it, she moaned. Her taste was incredible. A combination of her juices and cum from the night before. I'd never tasted this before, and I found it intoxicating.

I very gently licked her pussy, marveling at her wetness and the long moans that were coming from her. She groaned loudest as I eased a finger into her very swollen pussy. Gently moving it inside her as I worked on her clit, I slowly urged her to orgasm. She didn't want to cum, she had been ordered not to.

She pushed my head away from her cunt, but I looked up at her saying, "I want you to cum for me Jean. I want to taste you as you cum." She looked down at me, her breasts rising and falling with her labored breathing. Her face red, she watched me as she pulled my face back to her clit. She watched me until she exploded in orgasm, crying my name as she came.

We lay very still for a long time, my face resting on her thigh, as she slowly calmed down. Her fingers were in my hair, stroking me. I heard her whisper, "oh Jay. I would have done anything for you." But I pretended not to hear as I slid up her body, leaving a trail for pre-cum on her thigh from my throbbing cock.

I shuddered as Jane's soft hand wrapped around me, stroking me. "Suck me Jane," I whispered, pushing her downward. Jane moaned as I said, "I want to cum in your mouth."

She looked into my eyes, her eyelids half closed. She quickly slid downward, her mouth wrapping around my cock. I could hear her murmuring as she sucked and stroked me. I had never cum in her mouth, but she swallowed as I shot deep in her throat. It didn't take long of course, after all I had seen the night before.

The days pasted quickly. On Monday I drove to Los Angeles again, without telling Jane where I was going. On Tuesday I quit my job, again without telling Jane. The station decided to play my old shows for a few nights until they found a replacement; it's not the type of organization to let someone hang around after they'd resigned. Afraid we'd steal all the CDs I suppose.

Tuesday and Wednesday night I pretended to go to work while watching the house in case Larry came over, but nothing happened.

On Thursday Jane told me that she was going to go shopping, and then to a movie with a friend. That she probably wouldn't be home by the time I went to work. Of course, she didn't know that I wasn't going into work, at least not that at that station, again.

Traffic was awful, and I arrived at the bar a little after 6:00. I was afraid that the door would be locked and that I wouldn't be able to get in. Fortunately, the door was still open, although my bartender friend was just getting ready to put out the "closed" sign. The money was safely put away in my car. I wasn't sure how the evening was going to end, but I wanted it close.

The clientele in the bar was completely different than the last time. An odd mixture of bikers, well dressed Yuppies, an older gentlemen, and even a well dressed Arab with several other men that looked like assistants.

I took my usual booth in the back and looked around, Jane was not visible, nor were any other women including the barmaid. Larry wasn't even visible, but a stage had been erected along one wall, near the door to what I assumed was the office.

It was almost two hours later that Larry came out of the office door and climbed onto the stage.

"Can I have your attention!" he shouted over the noise of the crowd. As people quieted down Larry spoke again. "I know that you're all here for the slave auction," he said, and I felt my heart thumped in my chest and a strange sick feeling rose in my stomach. "We have 5 beautiful slaves for you to bid on tonight. But before I bring them out, I want to go over the rules," there was some cheering and jeering at that announcement, mostly from the bikers.

"OK. Rule 1. All purchases are for cash. There's no credit available," he announced.

"Rule 2. All sales are final. You buy the slave she's yours. You can do anything you want with her, but you can't get a refund," he looked around the room to make sure everybody understood, and my heart beat even faster.

"Now, the girls have all been told of these rules and they understand that they're being sold tonight, permanently. That they will belong to a new owner in just a little while," the bikers cheered again at that announcement.

"Rule 3. You can touch and inspect the merchandise, but they'll be no fucking or sucking before their sold. After, you can do whatever you like," the bikers cheered at that. The Arab looked bored by the whole thing.

"If you're ready, let's bring our slaves out," he turned toward the door as the bartender opened it and 5 nearly naked women walked out and onto the stage. Jane was the last one. All were dressed in next to nothing; lingerie, bikini, stripper-type clothing. All 5 were beautiful, Jane was the only brunette, three were blonde, one a redhead, and all between the ages of 20 and 25. Each wore a collar around the neck, and a long chain strung through the collar hoops connected all the collars.

It was with a shock that I realized that all of the women, including Jane, had pierced nipples. She hadn't had them this morning, and yet, here she was with rings through both of her nipples and a chain connecting them. Each of the women had the same piercings and chains. But Jane also had a chain running down her body connected to what looked like a ring through her pussy, somehow.

Jane looked miserable. Her eyes were downcast, her face was blotchy, and her eyes were swollen like she had been crying. Her breathing was ragged, catching in her throat. There was no one expression on the faces of the other girls, one looked like Jane, two had no expression at all, just looking out at the crowd with blank faces, one was smiling.

"I'm going to have the girls introduce themselves one at a time," Larry announced, "and tell you who their former owner was." He pointed to the first girl, the one smiling.

"I'm Sally," she said brightly. "I was owned by Ali," she pointed toward the Arab, who smiled and waved at the crowd. The next, the redhead, stepped forward. "I'm Liz," as the light hit her body you could see that she was heavily tattooed, her eyes showed no expression. "I belonged to the ‘Bike Devils,'" the bikers cheered loudly at that.

The blonde with the swollen eyes was next. "My name is Carol, and I used to be the loving slave of Carl," she pointed at one the older gentleman who ignored her.

Finally it was Jane's turn. "Jane...my name is Jane. I thought I belonged to Larry," tears were running down her cheeks as she looked at him. Smiling at her he reached forward and pulled on the chain running down Jane's body to her pussy. This caused the chain connecting her nipple to tighten and pull, stretching her nipples. It also caused her clit hood to be pulled up, exposing her erect clit.

Jane moaned as he did this, and moaned louder as he pulled and released the chain several times, almost like he was masturbating her with it.

"OK. You can come forward and inspect the merchandise," Larry announced. As the men moved toward the stage, I moved to the door that was guarded by the bartender. I explained to him that my money was in my car and asked if I could get it and come back in. He told me that he'd have to go with me, so both of us walked outside.

I took the duffel bag out of my trunk, the one that now contained the counted and rewrapped $50,000, and we walked back inside the club. I know that Larry had been up and down our street, driving slowly. He's also called Jane during the week to ask if she'd seen a package fall out of his car. He clearly had no idea where it had gone.

The stage was crowded with men touching and inspecting each of the girls, they were obviously enjoying themselves. I overheard one of the Yuppies as I sat down,

"I'm not all that interested in the brunette on the end," he said meaning Jane. "But did you feel her pussy? That's as wet a cunt as I've ever felt, but she's still crying." His friend laughed as he said, "She really liked having that chain tugged on. I thought she was going to cum when I pulled it up and played with her clit at the same time."

The bidding started with the perky Sally. Before starting, the girl to be bid on was ordered to strip and turn so that the entire crowd could see them. Sally had a great body, and the smile never left her face.

Larry directed her to make one statement before the bidding began. Sally said, "I enjoy being a slave, and I promise to make my new owner very happy."

The bidding was intense, by the time it was finished the bikers had paid more than I had available for Sally. She was still smiling as one of them made his way to the bartender to pay, but her eyes looked fearful. I don't think she'd be quite so perky the next time she was auctioned.

Next was Liz, the red-haired biker girl. She stripped, revealing even more tattoos and piercings. Her statement was that she loved to fuck and suck, her expression never changed. It did change after the winning Yuppie led her off the stage. He hadn't paid very much, the bikers and the Arab weren't interested, even through the older gentleman bid it wasn't much, just for show I think. I watched as they stood near my booth and he tied her arms behind her naked back.

She smiled then. Carol was next. Her eyes were still swollen and she kept trying to get Carl to look at her, but he didn't look up as she was auctioned off. Her body was fantastic, her statement was that she was a loyal slave, and would do anything, anything at all that her Master wanted.

The bidding for Carol was the most intense of the first three. When it was over the Arab had won her, again paying far more than I could afford. She didn't look at Carl again, concentrating on her new owner she knelt before him.

The fourth girl was by far the most spectacular looking. A tall leggy blonde with fantastic breasts, she looked like a magazine model. After she stripped, the crowd was stunned into silence. Her face was expressionless, which just seemed to add to her appeal. She was a natural blonde; her pussy was unshaved, but so lightly furred that her pink slit was clearly visible.

"I love to be used," she said. "I'm a slut, and I want to be your slave. I need to be told what to do by my Master. I want to be treated roughly and humiliated."

The men went wild. The bidding was fantastic, everybody bid but me, the bikers pooling all their money, the Arab counting his available cash. The Yuppies first biding against each other, then joining forces so that they had more money to bid with. The winner was the older gentleman who used all the cash paid for his slave, plus a great deal more. I suspected that the blonde would be back soon, and would bring even more the next time.

Jane was last. Most of the money was spent, so not much attention was paid as she started to strip, that changed somewhat as her body was revealed. Jane's eyes were looking down the entire time, but her upper chest was flushed. Her eyes were swollen and she was still crying, but a thin trickle of juice ran from her pussy to her knee.

"I'm a submissive slut," she said. "I.... I... I...," she was choking trying to get the next out. "I need to be humiliated and used as a whore. I'll serve my new Master well."

Jane didn't look up during the bidding. It wasn't very intense. She was lost in her own world I think, she didn't even look up as I bid for her. She gave no indication of having heard my voice.

But I lost. I tried to win her; I bid everything I had with me. When the bidding was done, Jane belonged to the Arab. He didn't even seem to care very much, bidding for her only at the last minute and then sending one of his helpers to pay for her. I watched, my heart breaking, as she was led to his table. I watched as she said, "I am your slave," to the Arab, and then lowered herself to her knees, her head down. He didn't even seem to notice, never taking the cell phone from his ear. After all, the first slave he bought was under the table sucking his cock while he talked.

The bikers were having a party with their new slave. The perky blonde was spread on a table being fucked by one biker as another feed his cock to her month. One of the bikers was inviting every man in the bar to have a opportunity with her, and they were lining up. A continuous moan was coming from the girl; it was going to be a very long night for her.

The former biker chick was bent over the booth I had been sitting in. Her Yuppie owner was whipping her ass with her chain while she moaned and begged him to use her harder. That was one new relationship that seemed to already be a success. T

he tall blonde was sitting next to Carl, her new older Master, drinking from a tall glass. She looked bored, watching the bikers as he talked to her, only looking at him when he touched her breasts or thighs.

I walked over to the perky blonde now owned by the bikers and stuck my cock in her mouth, as I continued to watch Jane and her new owner. Her mouth felt wonderful on me as she was jerked back and forth by the fucking she was receiving. Her eyes were wide open, looking up at me.

The Arab decided to closely examine Jane's chains, pulling on them, twisting her nipples, and finally playing with her cunt while Jane tried hard not to moan. The twisted look on Jane's face, together with the laughter from the Arab's helpers, told me that Jane had climaxed. The Arab, also laughing, pushed Jane to the dirty bar floor and told her to service his main slave.

I came as Jane lowered her mouth to Carol's pussy, spraying my cum over the perky blonde's face, I was quickly pushed aside and another man took my place.

It was almost 4 years later that I saw Jane again, completely by accident. I took a new job in Los Angeles after the auction. I'd been working on it for weeks, and it made things easier. I didn't have to explain Jane's absence. If it came up at all, I just told people that my wife had left me and I didn't know where she was. I didn't try to divorce her.

It was at a party in New York City that I saw Jane one last time. I had been invited to the party by a major media type as part of a group of radio people he was trying to recruit. We'd had several meetings and I knew he was a kinky bastard. I'd even met his wife, Sara, a stuck-up bitch of woman, who could have easily been a pet of the year for some magazine.

The party had been going for a while, mostly men with a few women that had been hired for the evening to "entertain." They were all dressed beautifully, and they all looked wonderful as they circulated. It had been made clear that they were all "escorts" hired for the entire evening and that we'd be having some serious fun later.

That was when our hostess walked in. Sara a tall, beautiful blonde, easily the most beautiful woman I had even seen, was leading Jane into the room. It was how she was being led that caused my cock to stiffen. A long thin gold chain ran from Sara's hand only to disappear in the slit in the front of Jane's dress. As Sara walked, Jane moved right along behind her, if Sara pulled on the chain, or if Jane fell too far behind, the chain would become taunt and pull up to the top of the slit in Jane's dress.

"May I have your attention please," Sara said unnecessarily since everybody was already looking at her.

"This is my new slave, Jane," she announced. "I just bought her last month from some Eurotrash that had run low on money in Las Vegas." The crowd laughed at his. I didn't laugh, I was too startled and my cock was throbbing painfully in my pants.

"You can all see this wonderful chain?" she asked. "Well, it's connected directly to the ring in my slave's clit. Show everybody your pussy," she ordered.

We all held our breath as Jane immediately pulled her dress up exposing her shaved pussy. Her labia were much larger than I remembered and her clit was totally exposed, hard and large. A gold ring pierced her hood, and the chain was fastened to that. Jane continued to stand, her legs slightly spread, her dress above her waist, waiting for the next order from her Mistress.

Sara looked at the crowd and at Jane as she ran her hand back along the chain, finally causing Jane to jump as she touched that bald cunt.

"My slave is very wet tonight," she announced to all of us as she stroked my wife's pussy. "Why are you so wet?" she asked Jane.

"Because I'm a slut Mistress, and being naked in front of all these people excites me," Jane was excited, she had that familiar flush.

"Now my slave is a needy cum-slut, aren't you?" Sara asked Jane.

"Yes Mistress. A very needy cum-slut," Jane replied looking directly at her.

"You haven't had a nice hard cock in a long time, have you cum-slut?" Sara asked.

"No Mistress," Jane replied.

"Why not?" Sara continued.

"Because I've been servicing my Mistress, as I should. And because she hasn't allowed me to have any cock," Jane answered.

"Would you like to get fucked, Jane?" Sara asked.

"Maybe gangbanged by all these men. Used as their whore."

Jane's face was very flushed now and her hips were pumping against Sara's fingers as they continued to stroke her pussy. "Oh yes Mistress. Please Mistress."

Sara ordered Jane to strip and we all held our breath as the dress was quickly pulled off, leaving my wife completely naked with just the gold chain still held by her Mistress. Jane's breasts looked wonderful, matching gold rings in each nipple. Her owners had been forcing her to workout I could tell. Her body was taunt, hard, pussy juice shined on her thighs.

"Well slut," Sara said. "As a reward for ‘servicing' me so well," we all laughed again. "You can pick out the hard cock that you want to start with." Jane's eyes swept the crowd, passing over me, and then snapping back. We stared at each other for a moment, recognition flashing between us, before she smiled at me and pointed to the large black man standing on my right.

"Can I have him Mistress?" she asked, still pointing at him but looking at me.

"Do you want her?" Sara asked walking directly up to him. "Do you want to fuck my little slut?"

"Sure. Why not?" he replied.

Nodding her head Sara looked appraisingly at my naked wife. Jane had her fingers on her clit, but she was still looking at me.

Handing the good chain to the black man, Sara said: "take her into the bedroom. Anybody who wants to watch, go with them."

There were several of us standing around the bed watching as Jane stripped the black man in front of us, and sucked on his large cock. She looked at me often as she did it; she was looking at me when he made her beg to be fucked. When he made her tell everybody what a slut she was, that her pussy ached for his cock.

Some of the escorts had joined us to watch, but I stood alone next to the wall. I watched Jane's face as she was fucked hard but that large black cock. I watched as she came, screaming. She looked into my eyes as he shot inside her.

When he asked her if she ready for more, she looked into my eyes as she answered: "yes, please. I want everybody to have a turn."

Almost all the men fucked Jane that night, several more than once. She ate pussy, she sucked cock. She fell to her knees whenever her Mistress looked in on her. It was while she was on her knees that Sara asked if she'd fucked everybody.

"No Mistress. I haven't," Jane confessed.

"Who haven't you fucked?" Sara asked, scanning the room.

"Him," Jane said, point a finger at me.

"Slave," Sara said while looking at me with an apprising eye. "These are our guests and you were ordered to take care of them. You'll have to be punished."

Jane was naked on her knees, her hands behind her back, cum pooling on the floor below her from the numerous cocks that had cum inside her.

"Yes Mistress. This slut has failed you," Jane said.

"On your elbows and knees slut," Sara ordered. Jane dropped immediately, her ass high in the air, her large breasts flat against the hardwood floor.

"Now suck up all that cum and pussy juice you spilled while you get fucked," she said as she pushed me forward.

My feelings were in turmoil as I slid my aching erection into Jane's very hot, very wet cunt. She looked briefly over her shoulder at me, her eyes gleaming, before resuming her cleaning. The harder I fucked her, the harder she licked. Moaning, groaning, sucking the floor clean.

I fucked her as hard as I could, slamming into her loose sloppy cunt, trying to make her cum, trying to make her breasts hurt from being pushed so roughly into the floor. I knew that the harder I fucked her the more she liked it. I shoot deep inside as she used her tongue to finish mopping the floor. She hadn't cum.

I didn't see Jane again after that. I heard that her new Mistress grew tired of her after a while and sold her to some pimp from Mexico. I don't know if that's true or not. That night in New York was enough for me and I finally divorced her. I doubt if she ever knew or cared.