I have a slave

When I hired Jasmine as a maid, she had no idea she was becoming my slave.

I never thought hiring a maid would change my life like this. I'm Carl, a respected businessman in Salt Lake City, Utah—white, church-going, the picture of honor in my community. My wife handles the house poorly these days, always busy with her charities, so I posted an ad for help. That's how Jasmine came into my home. She was nineteen, dark-skinned with curves that filled out her uniform just right—full breasts straining the buttons, a round ass that swayed when she walked and a very thin waist. She had those big brown eyes that screamed innocence.

She was desperate for work, fresh from some southern state, and I paid her well. But from the first day, I couldn't stop staring. Her skin glistened with sweat as she cleaned, and I imagined bending her over the kitchen counter, pleasing me. I wanted her to please me. I was also curious to try another woman. My wife had been the only one in my life but ten years of marriage were getting more boring each day.

It started small. A lingering touch on her arm, compliments that made her blush. By the end of the first week, I cornered her in the laundry room. 'Jasmine, you're not just a maid here. You're going to serve me in every way.' She froze, eyes wide with fear. 'Mr. Carl, please, no.' But I grabbed her wrist, pulling her close, my free hand cupping her breast through her blouse. She gasped, trying to pull away, but I was stronger. I pinned her against the dryer, yanking up her skirt to find her panties already damp. 'See? Your body's honest, even if your mouth isn't.' I rubbed her through the fabric, feeling her clit swell under my fingers. She whimpered, tears starting, but her hips arched.

I didn't fuck her that day—just made her stroke my cock until I came on her uniform, marking her as my property. From then on, she was my slave. I made her strip naked under her apron when we were alone, collaring her with a cheap leather band I bought online. 'Call me Master,' I commanded, and after a few slaps to her face, she did. 'Yes, Master.' Her voice trembled, but every time I forced her to her knees to suck my dick, her pussy dripped onto her thigh. She cried for help—'Please, stop, someone help me'—but the basement was soundproof, and her body betrayed her, clenching around my fingers as she came against her will.

Her pussy was the tightest I'd ever felt. It gripped my shaft, so hot and wet despite her protests. I couldn't let her go; she was mine now, my black slave in this white man's world. I'd fuck her bent over the bed while my wife napped upstairs, her sobs turning to moans as I pounded her from behind. 'Cum for your Master, slut,' I'd growl, and she would—shuddering, juices squirting around my cock, her walls milking me until I filled her with my seed. She'd beg me to stop afterward, tears streaming, but the next day, she'd be wet again when I groped her in both holes.

One evening, I decided to share her. My buddy Tom, another upright guy from the neighborhood, came over for beers. I bragged about my 'new help,' and before long, I led him to the basement where I'd chained Jasmine to a post, naked and trembling. 'Gentlemen's agreement,' I said with a grin. 'She's our toy tonight.' Tom's eyes lit up as he stripped, his cock hard and ready. Jasmine shook her head, whispering, 'No, Master, please don't,' but I slapped her ass hard. 'Shut up, slave. You're here to please.'

I positioned her on all fours on the old mattress down there, her chains rattling. I lubed up my thick eight-inch cock and pushed into her ass first, slow and deep, feeling her tight ring stretch around me. She cried out, 'It hurts! Help!' but I thrust harder, burying myself balls-deep. Tom knelt in front, feeding his dick into her mouth to muffle her. She gagged, tears flowing, but sucked obediently, her tongue working the underside.

We got into rhythm—me reaming her ass, Tom face-fucking her—her body rocking between us. Then I pulled out, signaling Tom to switch. He slid under her, guiding his cock to her pussy. 'Fuck, she's tight,' he groaned as he sank in, her lips parting around him. I watched, stroking myself, then pushed back into her ass for the double penetration. Jasmine's body tensed, filled in both holes, our cocks separated only by that thin wall. We thrust in unison, her muffled cries vibrating around Tom's shaft—no, wait, I'd pulled her off him so she could scream properly.

'Take it, you black whore,' I snarled, slapping her tits as they swung. She was sobbing, "Stop, please" but her pussy betrayed her again, juices coating Tom's dick as he pumped into her. He hit a spot that made her moan louder than ever—deep, guttural sounds that echoed off the walls. 'Oh fuck, yeah, moan for me, baby,' Tom laughed, gripping her hips and slamming harder into her cunt. Her body arched, and she came violently, walls spasming around him, squirting onto his balls. That jealousy hit me like a freight train. She was moaning for him, not me? Her Master?

'Get off her!' I roared, shoving Tom away mid-thrust. He stumbled back, cock glistening with her cum, confusion on his face. 'What the hell, Carl?' But I was seeing red, pulling out of her ass and standing over him. 'She's mine, you hear? My slave. Get the fuck out before I break your jaw.' Jasmine collapsed, whimpering, her holes gaping and leaking, but I didn't care about Tom anymore. He dressed quickly, muttering curses, and left. The door slammed, and it was just us.

I unchained her, but only to throw her onto the mattress on her back. 'You liked that, didn't you? Moaning like a slut for him.' She shook her head, crying harder. 'No, Master, I didn't mean to... please, let me go.' But I spread her legs wide, seeing her pussy still twitching, swollen and soaked. 'Liar. Your cunt's begging for it.' I rammed into her without warning, my cock stretching her tight walls to their limit. She screamed, 'Help! Someone, please!' but her hips lifted to meet me, her body flooding with fresh arousal.

I fucked her relentlessly, pinning her wrists above her head, my free hand choking her throat just enough to make her gasp. 'Call me Master, slave. Say you're my property.' Her voice broke through sobs, 'Yes, Master... I'm your slave.' I pounded deeper, feeling her tighten around me, her clit grinding against my pubic bone. She came again—hard, her pussy clenching like a fist, juices gushing as she wailed in unwanted ecstasy. 'That's it, cum on Master's cock.' I didn't stop, flipping her over and taking her ass next, then back to her pussy, making her orgasm three more times that night. Each time, she begged for mercy, tears soaking the sheets, but her body quivered and squirted, betraying her completely.

By the end, I was buried in her cunt again, her legs wrapped around me despite herself. 'If you ever try to run, or tell my wife or the police, I'll shoot you. I swear it—right between those pretty eyes. You're mine forever, Jasmine. My tight little black slave.' She nodded weakly, spent and shaking, her pussy still fluttering around my softening cock as I came inside her one last time, flooding her with hot cum. I couldn't let her go; that grip, that forbidden heat—it owned me as much as I owned her. From now on, she'd serve only me, in every filthy way I desired.