Black Owned Couple Juneteenth Auction part 1
If you have not read the Juneteenth Black Couple Preparation (posted 6/19 @ 2:52) I recommend you do for the lead up to this post.
When we got out of the cars, Trina looked lovely in her long yellow sun dress, hat, sun glasses and sandals. Master D took the collar from me and put it on T as she stood easy. He then clipped on the leash and we were off to the Juneteenth street celebration on a warm Sunday afternoon. T was surrounded by 8-10 black men. I was invisible 15’ behind. We got a few strange looks, but nothing major. Several young women stopped and asked if that was a leash. Master D replied, “Yes, she is trained.”
Mid-afternoon, they were ready to head to the motel. Buy then two of the men were on each side of T, each with an arm around her waist with their hands running their hands to her butt. On the way back to the cars, they held the For Rent sign below her breasts. Cars honked and T was told to wave to them.
When we got to the cars, they assisted T into the back seat of a suburban. Master D told T to take off the dress. She dutifully pulled off the spaghetti straps and slipped the dress off under her feet. Show us your pussy, spread your legs was the next order. T swung around to face the open door and pulled one leg up over the head rest. She was wet, her lips glistening. Yes, she was sweaty, but this was clearly more than sweat. Then we loaded up and were off the fleabag motel.
The car I was in got there first. I ran to the office and got the keys. Opened one of the rooms. HOT. Started the air conditioner and some wall fans. Shortly afterwards the car with Trina rolled up. But not in front of the room, no, across the parking lot. So all could see, Master D lead her naked—no hat, no sandals—and blindfolded across the parking lot into the room. She walked like Frankenstein, stiff with her hands out in front. While he led her, others grabbed the shackles and chains from the trunk, carried them into the room and put them on a chair by the bed in plain view.
There were now 17 black men, me and T in the room. They had her stand in front of the bed facing the men, took the blindfolds off, and put the FOR RENT sign around her neck. She looked around the room, nervous. The men began shit talking to her about how their black owned slut was dong and body squeezing. She got into being the center of attention, leaning back into them, laughing and making eye contact. The door opened and 10 more black men walked in. The body heat was rising for sure. Some men were pulling rolls of bills from their pockets and comparing them. The door opened again and more black men.
A black man I didn’t recognize was trying to get everyone to quiet down. Someone shut the door. He began making a speech. He began by introducing her with her first, middle name and age. “Trina Christine age 49, was a pampered, prim and proper white woman used to white privilege. She has been on a ten-month journey to being completely black owned. We have here a suburban wife who seeks to provide entertainment tonight for Black men….” She is beat red, although I know she is turned on.
They then brought the shackles forward and began placing them on her starting with a big collar at the neck. T is accepting them passively, with no resistance at all, even putting her hands together to make it easier for the black men putting on the heavy, thick black leather wrist and ankle cuffs. T looks weak, scared and excited all at once. Done. She is all shackled.
They are gong to make Trina speak. I have never wanted my wife of 26 years more than now, but I have zero chance of taking her. They are actually making her read something typed. Did they write it? Make her write it? Not sure. Her hands are shaking so that you can hear the paper and chains rattling. She read her FULL name (shit), age, height, weight, measurements, income. “I am atoning for the sins of all my ancestors. I apologize for my 49 years of white privilege. Please forgive my fat, white and saggy white titties gentlemen. I am a true white cunt. It has a dream of mine for years to live this out. I am willingly here tonight for the pleasure of the African American community… I am committing to being black owned with no limits. It is my desire to give of myself to my Black owner and anyone he so chooses.” Whew. Every man here is adjusting his junk.
(Trina told me when she got home Monday morning, she told me she’d orgasmed with excitement and anticipation during this 2 minute speech. I knew something was up, because she sounded sooo nervous and was literally shaking. Her voice was quivering.)
The door opened and more black men. Had to be 35 of them. More than the 22 at Thursday’s gang bang (more on that another time). I was squeezed along the wall by the bathroom. Totally invisible.
After the speech Bull Master Darold made her present all three holes to the full house. Shackled Trina lay back on the bed to show her pussy and ass by rolling back with her legs spread so both holes were visible. Master D directed men to grab her legs and pull them wider yet, and then rotate her so men on all sides of the room saw both holes. Then they lifter T to her feet, had her open her mouth and rotated her for all to see.
Now at the auction began. “The first item for bidding will be…” began the man who gave the speech.
To be continued
When we got out of the cars, Trina looked lovely in her long yellow sun dress, hat, sun glasses and sandals. Master D took the collar from me and put it on T as she stood easy. He then clipped on the leash and we were off to the Juneteenth street celebration on a warm Sunday afternoon. T was surrounded by 8-10 black men. I was invisible 15’ behind. We got a few strange looks, but nothing major. Several young women stopped and asked if that was a leash. Master D replied, “Yes, she is trained.”
Mid-afternoon, they were ready to head to the motel. Buy then two of the men were on each side of T, each with an arm around her waist with their hands running their hands to her butt. On the way back to the cars, they held the For Rent sign below her breasts. Cars honked and T was told to wave to them.
When we got to the cars, they assisted T into the back seat of a suburban. Master D told T to take off the dress. She dutifully pulled off the spaghetti straps and slipped the dress off under her feet. Show us your pussy, spread your legs was the next order. T swung around to face the open door and pulled one leg up over the head rest. She was wet, her lips glistening. Yes, she was sweaty, but this was clearly more than sweat. Then we loaded up and were off the fleabag motel.
The car I was in got there first. I ran to the office and got the keys. Opened one of the rooms. HOT. Started the air conditioner and some wall fans. Shortly afterwards the car with Trina rolled up. But not in front of the room, no, across the parking lot. So all could see, Master D lead her naked—no hat, no sandals—and blindfolded across the parking lot into the room. She walked like Frankenstein, stiff with her hands out in front. While he led her, others grabbed the shackles and chains from the trunk, carried them into the room and put them on a chair by the bed in plain view.
There were now 17 black men, me and T in the room. They had her stand in front of the bed facing the men, took the blindfolds off, and put the FOR RENT sign around her neck. She looked around the room, nervous. The men began shit talking to her about how their black owned slut was dong and body squeezing. She got into being the center of attention, leaning back into them, laughing and making eye contact. The door opened and 10 more black men walked in. The body heat was rising for sure. Some men were pulling rolls of bills from their pockets and comparing them. The door opened again and more black men.
A black man I didn’t recognize was trying to get everyone to quiet down. Someone shut the door. He began making a speech. He began by introducing her with her first, middle name and age. “Trina Christine age 49, was a pampered, prim and proper white woman used to white privilege. She has been on a ten-month journey to being completely black owned. We have here a suburban wife who seeks to provide entertainment tonight for Black men….” She is beat red, although I know she is turned on.
They then brought the shackles forward and began placing them on her starting with a big collar at the neck. T is accepting them passively, with no resistance at all, even putting her hands together to make it easier for the black men putting on the heavy, thick black leather wrist and ankle cuffs. T looks weak, scared and excited all at once. Done. She is all shackled.
They are gong to make Trina speak. I have never wanted my wife of 26 years more than now, but I have zero chance of taking her. They are actually making her read something typed. Did they write it? Make her write it? Not sure. Her hands are shaking so that you can hear the paper and chains rattling. She read her FULL name (shit), age, height, weight, measurements, income. “I am atoning for the sins of all my ancestors. I apologize for my 49 years of white privilege. Please forgive my fat, white and saggy white titties gentlemen. I am a true white cunt. It has a dream of mine for years to live this out. I am willingly here tonight for the pleasure of the African American community… I am committing to being black owned with no limits. It is my desire to give of myself to my Black owner and anyone he so chooses.” Whew. Every man here is adjusting his junk.
(Trina told me when she got home Monday morning, she told me she’d orgasmed with excitement and anticipation during this 2 minute speech. I knew something was up, because she sounded sooo nervous and was literally shaking. Her voice was quivering.)
The door opened and more black men. Had to be 35 of them. More than the 22 at Thursday’s gang bang (more on that another time). I was squeezed along the wall by the bathroom. Totally invisible.
After the speech Bull Master Darold made her present all three holes to the full house. Shackled Trina lay back on the bed to show her pussy and ass by rolling back with her legs spread so both holes were visible. Master D directed men to grab her legs and pull them wider yet, and then rotate her so men on all sides of the room saw both holes. Then they lifter T to her feet, had her open her mouth and rotated her for all to see.
Now at the auction began. “The first item for bidding will be…” began the man who gave the speech.
To be continued
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