Black Master, white sissy Part 2

Then, taking advantage of my complete bewilderment, he punched me hard in the stomach. I doubled over and a hand chop to my neck brought me to my knees. That's when he started kicking me with his Doc Marten's. I cried out, as much in astonishment as in pain. I begged him to stop. I wanted to appeal to his better nature but not knowing his name I resorted to the only thing I had ever called him, 'Sir'. And as soon as I did so, he stopped.

'At last,' he said, very calmly. His self-possession surprised me - for someone who seconds before had been kicking the shit out of me and giving every indication of being a vicious lout, he was suddenly very much in control of himself.

'You really are a fucking useless piece of sissy shit, aren't you? Did nothing I did to you have an effect on you?’ He ripped off my shorts. ‘a fucking jock strap! you have really disappointed me. I thought that AT THE LEAST you would have worn pretty sissy panties for me. Are you thick or something? Don’t you see I have no interest in some white boy stud? I want you as my sissy bitch, my little pet pansy or not at all. You think I should be bothered with a fucking fashion victim like you? Your idea of fashion has got to change, girl, before I nut in you again.’

I didn't dare look at him. I just stared at his boots, worried that he'd start in on me with them again. I was curled up into a foetal ball. I could have straightened up but I was afraid to - not because it would have made my body vulnerable again but to conceal the enormous hard-on I was sporting through my jock strap. In fact I was hardly listening to him. I was so taken by surprise both by the unexpectedness of the attack but even more so by the undeniable fact that I was turned on. This guy treating me like shit turned me on.

'Well?' he continued. 'Why should I be bothered with a sissy cunt like you who keeps me hanging around for weeks?'

'But Sir,' I protested feebly, 'you have my work telephone number, you could have phoned me. I don't even know your name, Sir.'