Papi’s Special Girl

CONTENT WARNING: this story contains elements of non-consensual sex, forced feminization, sex trafficking, use of the N word, colorism, abusive relationships, spanking, small penis humiliation and more. If these are not subjects you want to read, you have been warned.

I understand that sex trafficking is a very serious human rights issue and do not condone it. This is a fiction piece meant solely to scratch the itch for those who have it. If you or someone you know is a victim of human trafficking, contact the hotline at 1-888-373-7888 for help.

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The following narrative describes how I got lost in the brutal world of pimping and prostitution:

My life has never been easy, and it only got worse after my mom and stepdad kicked me out when I turned 19. They told me I was a faggot, which was true, and tossed me to the curb with only a small bag and backpack. I’d always been effeminate, but my backwoods town in rural Montana did not approve of deviation from the norm, so they decided to disown me, rather than live with the shame.

On the streets, I took to what many boys my age did in desperate times: I stuck my thumb out on the side of the road and entered the first truck that stopped. The driver was burly, and not too kind, but he taught me how to suck dick and take it in the ass during the three days I spent with him, skills that would become imperative for my survival.

He eventually dropped me off once he got bored, and again I was navigating the highways with my thumb to the sky. This went on for another few weeks, a man picking me up and driving. Some forced me to suck them as payment. Others, I did on my own…. I’d gotten used to my holes being currency, and usually hopped over the console to crouch between their legs immediately upon entry. Many truckers laughed at this, then grabbed the back of my neck and shoved me into their crotches. One guy was not a fan, though.

“You little faggot!” he shouted before slapping my face and throwing me out.

I ran behind his truck screaming at him to give me my stuff, but he only flung out my backpack, the contents of which scattered across the barren road. I rushed over to pick up my things and began crying, not only because my cheek hurt, but also out of utter despair. I had nowhere to go, no money, nothing but my tattered shirt, shorts, and bag.

Tears dripped off my chin as I sat on the ground with no idea what to do. By some miracle of God, though, (or maybe the devil…) a black Escalade with tinted windows and chrome rims pulled over. The booming bass stopped when the car door opened, and out walked a gargantuan man in a white tee, basketball shorts and Pistons hat. His Air Force Ones, which I recognized were an extremely rare edition, made his already tall frame literally giant. He gave me a hand and lifted me up.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Why you out here cryin’? What’s your name, baby?”

The guy gave me a hug and smelled of expensive cologne. It was a pleasant surprise to meet someone so clean and friendly, since I was accustomed to the dirty demons I’d met prior. I found myself relaxing into his chest.

“Umm… I’m Kevin…”

“Oh damn, you a boy?” He stepped back and looked me up and down. “Shit, I thought you was a girl, but this’ll do just fine…” His sympathetic frown turned into a devilish grin as he eyed me.

The giant man introduced himself as Deandre, and said we were in the middle of Michigan. He lived in Detroit and was returning from a trip, so he offered to give me a ride into the city. I accepted readily, even though the destination was meaningless; Deandre made me feel safer than anyone who’d picked me up thus far.

“Come on, baby, let’s get you in the car,” he said while gently placing me in the front seat and buckling me in.

When he was sure I was secure, he threw my backpack in the trunk and came around to the drivers side. On the road, Deandre asked why I was hitchhiking. I told him my story and that I’d lost my stuff. He was very sympathetic to my predicament, and placed his big hand on my thigh while we talked. I couldn’t stop staring at the contrast between his dark, veiny hand, and my pale, delicate leg. It was so intriguing, even erotic. My little cock began to wriggle in my undies.

“You have beautiful legs, baby, you know that? So smooth. You shave?”

“Umm… no. I guess I’m just like that naturally….”

“Well they’re incredible, sweetheart. Means you won’t have to shave ’em as much.”

He rubbed my leg up and down with his massive paw while I thought about what he said. Why would I have to shave them? He didn’t give me time to ask, though, and continued probing.

“I take it you had to do some shit when you was on the road, baby? You ride with some men?”

“Yeah…. A few guys picked me up…”

“They make you suck they dicks?”

“Yeah….”

“And they fuck you in the ass?”

“Yeah….”

“And you liked it?”

“Yeah…………..” I said breathlessly. I could barely get it out, I was so embarrassed.

“You ever been with a black man, baby?”

I shook my head and he smiled.

“Well you gonna love it. Bitches can’t get enough of this Dominican dick, and a little gringa (white girl) like you won’t ever go back. You know what they say.”

I did know what they said.

“Baby, why don’t you pull him out and get to know him a little better. You two gon’ get real close; you gon’ be best friends. Come on now, sweetie, crawl over.”

Deandre snapped his fingers and pointed at his crotch. His thick rod was bulging obscenely through the thin fabric and reached halfway down his thigh. I leaned over and stroked his hardness through the shorts.

“You ever felt one this big?”

“No….”

“Well then I’m gon’ have to teach you how to throat it right. Come on, baby, quit playin’. Get that dick out and start workin’.”

I guess Deandre wasn’t as nice as he seemed. Maybe his amiable demeanor was all a ploy to get in my pants. Either way, he was sexy as hell, and I was curious to see his black cock in the flesh. I pulled down his shorts and listened to the thick meat slap up against his abs.

“See how hard you got me, baby? I love little white boys like you, they my favorite typa bitch. Put that big tip in your mouth now, sweetheart, and start bobbin’ your blonde head. I wanna tap that throat.”

I swallowed his huge spear, every inch making me gag and choke. His rod was much thicker than the men I’d encountered previously, and my jaw hurt as it stretched to accommodate.

“Deeper, baby, all the way to the back. Papi’s gotta train you up so you do it how I like.”

As I sucked, Deandre rubbed my butt and dipped his hand under my shorts. He struggled to grope my ass with the protection of my undies, so he tore them off, and everything else. When he chucked it all out the window, I yelled:

“Hey!! What the fuck was that for?!”

“Bitch!”

SMACK

Deandre’s open palm connected with my cheek. I held my throbbing face and cried while shivering ass naked in the icy AC. Both my cheeks had been hit today.

“You don’t yell at me, cocksucka! Or talk back! You a bitch and you gonna obey me, unless you want anotha smack!”

I curled in the corner of the seat in an effort to evade his long arms.

“Listen, I took your shit off cuz it was gettin’ in the way. A bitch like you should be naked while suckin’ dick. And I threw ’em out the window cuz I didn’t like how they looked. Imma give you new clothes, though, baby, don’t worry. Ones that I like. So shut the fuck up and quit cryin’.”

I tried to nod back to appease him, but could only tremble.

“And don’t you EVER raise your voice to me again, pussy, you hear! You gon’ talk when I let you, and until I know you respect me, you not gon’ say shit. Understand?”

“Yes, Deandre…”

I was still shaking hard in sheer terror. Deandre was huge, and the slap really hurt, so I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t get out of the car naked, and he wasn’t slowing down. Deandre raised his hand again and I cowered.

“Dammit, bitch, you don’t say my name! You call me Papi now, got it?”

“Yes! Yes, Papi! I’m sorry, Papi! I’m sorry!!!”

Deandre — Papi — cooled down and looked at me. His rage settled into a cheeky grin, then he put his arm around my shoulder and kissed my hair.

“That’s a good bitch, I know you’re sorry. It’s okay, baby, Papi ain’t mad at you. We just met, and I still gotta teach you all the rules. It ain’t your fault, cupcake.”

He pulled over the car and gave me a peck on the red cheek he’d just slapped. He did it again, then began kissing and sucking it sensually, his beard tickling my soft skin. The hot pain transformed into a tingling warmth as Papi rubbed my face tenderly and looked at me with his deep brown eyes. After he’d mended the wound he’d inflicted, he asked rhetorically:

“You gon’ be a good bitch and suck my dick now like you ‘sposed to?”

“Yes, Papi…”

Papi put the arms rests up so I could lay over the console, and I sucked his dick as he drove. He had me lick his finger then stroked the valley of my butt. He pried my buns open and the cool air tickled my pucker, which winked at him when he grazed it.

“Such a pretty little pussy you got, baby. So pink. White boys always got the pinkest pussies.”

I’d never heard anyone call my asshole a pussy before, so that was weird, but I knew better than to say anything. I realized Papi was already in my thoughts, reminding me not to step out of line.

“Mmm!” I squealed when he shimmied into my tight bum.

“Shhh, baby, you be a good girl and keep suckin’ Papi. Don’t go makin’ no noise while you’re doin’ your duty. Focus on this big dick, baby, I’m just gon’ open up your pussy a lil’ before I make it mine.”

Girl…? That’s odd…. This guy’s obviously got some weird thing about referring to me as female, but to be honest, it was kind of hot when he did. I was naked with his cock in my mouth, and he was fingering my “pussy”, so maybe I kind of was a girl. I giggled at the thought and kept sucking.

He was digging around at the knuckle when he asked, “you like that big black dick, baby girl?”

“Mmmhmmm!” I replied without stopping.

“Look at your tiny hands wrapped around it, putita (little bitch). They barely even fit. You got real pretty nails, too, baby. Imma have you grow ’em out for me, get ’em nice and long. Cocksuckers gotta look good for they man.”

“Yes, Papi,” I gasped before going down for more.

I sucked and got fingered for about fifteen minutes, really enjoying it. I’d gotten over the slap, and just wanted more anal probing by my dominant man.

“Ahhhh… You listen real good, baby, you know that? Boys like you, little white faggots, they know they place. They respect they man. You gon’ respect me, baby? You gonna be a good puta (bitch)?”

“Yes, Papi,” I nodded up at him bashfully while kissing his long shaft in admiration.

“Good. I decided Imma take you home with me. Add you to my stable. Imma make you my little girl. Mi putita. You like that, baby? Wanna be Papi’s chiquita (little girl)?”

“Yes, yes Papi!” His finger felt so good, I didn’t care what I was agreeing to.

“Good girl. I think Imma call you Ivory, since you gon’ be the only white bitch I own. You like that name, baby? You betta, cuz it’s what I’m gon’ call you. My little Ivory whore.”

“Uuuuhhhh… yes! Papi!!”

He was wriggling his finger deep in my hole and poking my prostate incessantly. It felt amazing and I was close to cumming, so I said whatever I could to make him happy.

“Then finish suckin’ my dick and drink my load, pussy. A lil’ cream for my milky white bitch.”

He pulled his finger out of my ass and I groaned at him pathetically. He raised his hand again, so I buried my face in his pubes out of fear.

“Quiet, bitch! No complainin’! I know you gotta needy hole, but you ain’t gettin’ off without my dick up that cunt. I don’t wanna hear no bitchin’ bout you bein’ horny. You’ll get this black dick when I give it to you, got it!”

“Yes, Papi, I’m so sorry!!”

I sucked him to orgasm and swallowed his load while writhing my hips, wishing he was still inside me. When we pulled up to his place, Papi got out of the car and opened my door.

“Es mi casa (house), puta. From the second you step inside, until I tell you otherwise, you my girl. That means you gon’ walk like a girl, you gon’ talk like a girl, and you gon’ act like a girl. It shouldn’t be too hard since you such a pussy, but this is your only reminder. You slip up, and you best believe you gon’ catch these hands. I keep my bitches in line.”

“Yes, Papi!” I responded nervously with an exaggerated lilt.

“Let’s go then, babe, leave your bag in the car. You not gon’ need that shit no more. From now on, you gon’ wear what I let you.”

Papi held my hand as we walked into his multilevel brownstone. When we got inside, we were greeted with a peculiar and obscene sight. Five feet into the entrance, on the rug, kneeled three completely naked girls. They were all in their young 20s and beautiful, likely having mixed heritage, which I inferred from their skin tones and features. Though gorgeous, all three wore anxious looks when they heard us enter. Their eyes hadn’t left the floor, and remained there as Papi locked the door.

The room was dead silent when Papi walked up to the first girl. He offered his hand, she kissed his ring, then her eyes returned to the floor. The other two did the same, and once everyone had properly greeted the man of the house, Papi announced:

“Hola, chicas, I want you to meet somebody. This is Ivory. She gon’ be your new sister. You can look up now, putas, say hello.”

The trio looked up at my naked body and were immediately confused.

“Uhhh… Papi? That’s a dude,” one correctly deduced.

“You know you ain’t ‘sposed to talk outta turn, bitch, but Imma let you off since this shit’s a lil’ different. Now I know she looks like a dude, but believe me, this little faggot is pure bitch; she ain’t no man. I mean it, just look at her little clit.”

Papi flicked my thimble-sized tip before pushing me forward so the girls could inspect my tiny cock and balls. Though I had been painfully erect the whole drive, they were now shriveled and pathetic. Papi stood behind me and rubbed with his palm, like you would a girl, and soon I was at peak hardness, a dinky 4 inches. The girls laughed, then Papi moved in front to smack his heavy black dick against my tight ballsack. I started crying, and in my emasculated state, the girls understood that I was going to be their sister.

Papi told me to turn around and spread my cheeks.

“See, she’s got a pussy just like you do. And if any of you bitches ever try to act like she don’t, there’s gon’ be hell to pay. And I mean HELL! But let’s forget about all that right now, girls, this a good day. I got another bitch, we got another girl for our family. Now come on, get my shit.”

The girls scrambled to gather his shoes and hat, then returned to their knees in wait.

“Jada, I want your ass in the kitchen whippin’ me up some grub. Nessa, you come with me to my den, I need some a that good throat. And Crystal, you got a special job.”

“What’s that, Papi?”

“You gon’ take Ivory to the bathroom and make her real pretty for me. She gon’ be gettin’ my dick tonight, and I want that pussy smooth. Shave that bitch up, spread some lotion, put on a lil’ makeup, dress her like a slut, then deliver her to me at dinner in one hour. You got that?”

“Si, Papi.”

Crystal took my hand and brought me to a bathroom on the second floor. We talked about my time on the road and how I met Papi. I told her I was gay, but still confused about his sexual preferences. She explained:

“Papi likes girls for their warm holes, but his dick gets hardest for boys. White boys, especially. He can spot a sissy a mile away, so I ain’t surprised he brung your little faggot ass back with him.”

I was kind of hurt that she spoke so bluntly, but she was just being honest. The streets must have hardened her. I was already nude, so I hopped straight in the shower to try to wash away my own filthy experiences. It felt good to have a warm rinse after hitchhiking, and I didn’t even mind that the perfumed suds smelled like roses. Once clean, Crystal coated my body in foam, then shaved me head to toe, skipping only the eyebrows and hair on my head.

“You gon’ be doin’ this yourself after tonight, Ivory, okay? The girls and I will help you out at first, but we not gon’ your hand foreva. We got our own shit to deal with, and it’s every bitch for herself.”

“Got it.”

“Aight, you might not like this next part.”

Crystal pulled out an enema and I knew what to do. I’d used one with the truckers, so I wasn’t afraid of it. Crystal was relieved because she didn’t want to get involved.

“Papi likes clean pussy, boy or girl. One time, I saw him belt a twink for gettin’ shit on his dick, so be mindful.”

The internal cleanse wasn’t pleasant, but rubbing my freshly shaved body after made up for it. It was incredibly seductive to coat my unblemished flesh in vanilla lotion. I couldn’t stop stroking my asshole and inner cheeks; they were pristine. I giggled when I spread them and looked back in the mirror. My precious pink button poked out, begging to be fucked.

As Crystal sat me down to apply a little makeup, something I’d never done, she asked, “so, you suck his dick?”

“Umm… yeah…”

“And you swallowed his jizz?”

“Yeah….”

“Aight, then you his girl now. There ain’t no goin’ back. You don’t say nothin’ but ‘yes, Papi’ and ‘thank you, Papi’ from now on. Papi owns you, so get used to it.”

I gulped nervously as she applied mascara and pink gloss. After the makeup, she painted french tips on all 20 of my nails, and reminded me that I’d have to keep them long to please Papi. Next came the clothes. I liked pulling my undies up into a mock thong, so it was no surprise when I got erect as the lace panties slid up my crack.

“Damn, you really are a girl,” Crystal teased.

She put a pink babydoll with white fur trim over me, then placed pink fur slippers on my feet. I looked in the mirror and did a twirl, which raised the dress and exposed my thong. Blood rushed to my little cock when I saw how good my smooth butt looked in the lace, and a tiny tent popped up in the garment. It pulsated when I reached down to stroke my silky legs. They felt delicious.

“Come on now, Ivory, it’s dinner time. Papi don’t like us bein’ late. You gonna learn soon enough, but Papi don’t like a lot of things. He’s not so nice, Ivory, but if you just obey and be a good bitch, you gon’ make it out. Now remember, never disrespect Papi, and never speak out of turn. Keep your eyes low when he’s in the room, and don’t look at him till he lets you. Bitches ain’t allowed to look at men without permission, that’s the rules.”

“Okay, Crystal, I think I got it. Thank you so much for helping me out. I’ve had a really rough week, and even though this is a little weird, Papi’s the first guy who hasn’t thrown me in the street. I’m gonna be a good bitch, Crystal, I promise.”

“I hope so, Ivory, for your sake.”

We went downstairs and headed into the kitchen, Crystal first, so I could have my personal debut. I followed my instructions and looked to the floor when I got in the doorway. My heart was pounding. It was humiliating to be wearing lingerie in front of these people I didn’t know, but even worse, my dick wouldn’t go down! The tent was still prominent, and I heard Papi chuckle when I walked in.

“I see puta likes bein’ a little girl, huh? I knew you were a natural. Come here, baby, come say hello to Papi.”

I walked over and stood in front of him. He stayed seated, but was still nearly as tall as me. He tilted my face to look at him, then kissed me warmly.

“You look hot as hell, Ivory. You gon’ be a fine addition to my stable. Now, kiss my cheek and say, ‘Papi, is there anything I can do for you?’ That’s what you gon’ do every time you enter a room from now on. Eyes to the floor until you kiss my cheek and say your line. You got me?”

“Yes.” I kissed his cheek. “Papi, is there anything I can do for you?”

“Yes, my sweet bitch, you can sit on my lap and stroke my dick while I eat. Come ‘ere.”

Papi pulled me into him and I sat sideways on his lap. He told me to kiss and suckle his neck while I gave him a handjob, and sometimes he let me have a couple bites. The other three girls were all naked, kneeling to the side, silent since I’d come in.

“Go make me another plate, chica,” Papi commanded after he’d finished his first helping.

“Yes, Papi.”

I got up to go to the kitchen, but he stopped me.

“Uh, uh, uh, puta. Before a girl leaves the room her man’s in, she’s gotta kiss him and ask permission. You don’t want me thinkin’ you’re bein’ disrespectful now, do you?”

“No, Papi, no I’m so sorry!” I kissed his cheek. “Can I please go make you another plate?”

“Yes, baby.”

He smacked my ass and I ran to get him more food. I stood by his side for most of the meal, Papi rubbing my smooth butt under the babydoll, until he made me get on my knees to suck him. Afterwards, I washed the dishes while he and the girls talked business, and they ate. I still didn’t know his plans for me, but was trying not to think about them.

“Damn, mami, you lookin’ cute in here cleanin’ up. I like you like this.”

Papi came up behind me and started kissing on my neck. It felt good so I tilted it towards him and jiggled my tush back into his growing dick. He lifted my dress and grabbed both asscheeks, then spread and clapped them together while I washed.

“You ready for me to break this thing open tonight, baby?”

“Yeah…”

“I know you ain’t used to somethin’ so big, but since you was born sissy, I know you gonna love it. Your little pussy ‘sposed to be filled with big dick. Big black dick.”

He pumped his hard shaft between my plush buns, and I wish I could’ve seen our contrast from above: a giant black man crouching over his petite white sissy. He gave me a finger to suck, then jammed it inside my hole till I was on my toes squirming.

“Finish up in here, girl, then come upstairs. I’ll be in my room; don’t forget your manners when you enter. When you go to sleep tonight, you gon’ be an owned bitch. Papi’s bitch. Can’t wait, mami, see you in a few.”

He smacked my ass again then left me to finish. I walked upstairs both terrified and horny. Papi’s dominance was turning me on more than anything ever had, and surprisingly, I liked being his ‘girl’. Well, maybe not surprisingly…. But still, I was weary of getting involved with a guy like him, especially when I saw how strict he was with his “stable”. But I had nowhere else to go, so my aching hole led me straight to his room, which I entered with downcast eyes.

“Papi, is there anything I can do for you?” I asked shyly after kissing. I looked at him and he smiled.

“Yes, baby girl, you can get between my legs and suck yo nigga’s dick.”

I laid down on the king-size bed between his muscular thighs and worked his meat with both hands. I french kissed the shaft, then swallowed the tip and swirled my tongue around.

“That’s it, sweetheart, that’s how Papi likes it. Keep it up and you gon’ be here a long time, little girl. You like that? Want Papi to keep you around so he has that throat on tap?”

“Mmmyyyessss,” I struggled to reply with his penis lodged deep.

“Come here, sweet cheeks, sit that ass on Papi’s face. I wanna eat your lil’ cunt.”

I wasn’t even sure exactly what he was asking since no one had ever eaten my ass. I cautiously moved up his chest, then Papi used his superior strength to flip me around, so we were 69ing. My cheeks spread on his nose as I squatted down, and slowly placed my smooth pucker directly over his lips. He kissed it.

“Mmmmmmm…. I love the smell of boy pussy,” he grumbled while smacking my buns.

“Ooooh!” I squealed when his coarse beard scratched my smooth bum.

The sensation was incredible, and I subconsciously bucked my hips to steal another scrape. I squeezed my thighs around his ears and pushed down to feel even more.

“Eeee!”

“Baby likes when Papi eats her pussy, ah? Such a natural girl.”

He spanked me twice more before chowing down hard. He bent me forward to suck his dick while he had dessert, and it was much easier to throat him in this position. He pushed me deeper with his face, then made me get up on all fours, so he could inspect my pussy.

“Thassa fine hole you got, putita. I guess thassa fine hole I got, since you mine. Yea, that’s Papi’s pussy now.”

My boypussy winked back in approval at its new owner.

“Turn around now, bitch. Put your knees on my sides and squat that pussy on my dick. Imma be nice and let you ride, so you can set the pace. I’m not in the mood to hear my bitch cry, so thank me for bein’ generous, then move your ass to the drawer and grab the lube. Get my shit ready, woman.”

“Yes, Papi! Thank you for letting me ride you!”

I fetched the lube then stroked him slick. When he was ready, I kneeled over his waist and grabbed him from behind. I maneuvered myself over his spear, then dipped the tip in slowly, spreading my hips wide so the descent would be smooth. When the bulbous head had lodged, I pulled my cheeks apart and let him gently slide in.

“Oooohhhh god…” I muttered as his thick rod glided along my prostate.

“You like this big black dick in your lily-white pussy, putita? You like bein’ Papi’s little girl?”

“Yes! Oh, yes, Papi, yes!!! I love it!”

I’d ridden enough dicks at this point to know what I was doing, and once half of it had settled inside me, the bliss of being full took over. As a born bottom, this is what I truly craved: a fat dick stretching my asspussy, forcing the walls open and massaging my boy button. I gyrated my hips, which he held firmly, as I worked down his cock until I could feel pubes.

“Oooo, Papi, it’s so big!” I cried at maximum

depth.

“It’s okay, baby, your pussy was made for me. I’m gon’ let you mold to it for a minute, let my shit soak. Soon, this tight lil’ hole gon’ be a slit, and everybody’s gonna know you takin’ big black dick on the daily. Your pussy gon’ be so loose Imma just slip in when you doin’ dishes. Oh, baby, you gon’ be such a good bitch.”

Papi’s eyes were closed as he ground up into me. We were both in ecstasy, and I was relieved he wasn’t pounding painfully. I had a feeling that Papi actually liked me, even though he treated me as his bitch. He was just acting as if I was one of his girls, though, which made sense, since that’s how he viewed me.

“Papi! Papi! I’m so close!!”

My puny pale penis poked out under the babydoll, still untouched. Even though he hadn’t said anything, I sensed I would be in deep shit if I jerked off without permission, or even asked, so I just kept wailing. Finally, Papi said:

“Stroke that little clit now, baby, but two fingers only. Little bitches don’t grip they dicks when they get off, cuz they ain’t got no dick to grip. You got a clit, so you gon’ rub it like one. Go on, chica, get your lil’ faggot ass off.”

I picked myself up and dropped down on Papi’s lap over and over until I came. As instructed, I only used two fingers to rub my tip and shaft, but with the lube it was more than enough. I creamed on Papi’s hairy stomach, though it mostly poured out, rather than shot, as he milked my pussy. My walls constricted around his cock and the chokehold caused him to erupt inside me. When he finally let me get up, a bit of his fresh cream dripped out of my loose pussy, onto his dick.

“Clean that up, baby, but keep the rest in. I don’t care if yousa boy, I’m still gon’ get yo bitch ass pregnant. Give you my black babies.” I giggled at the prospect. “Once you done, go on and get me a water.”

I kissed his tip when it was clean then went to get him a cup. Before I left bed, though, Papi grabbed my wrist.

“You forgetting somethin’, puta?”

“Sorry, Papi! May I please go get you some water?”

“Yes you can, baby girl, but when you get back, Imma give you a little taste of what’s gon’ happen if you keep forgettin’ your manners. Go on now, and don’t spill my nut all over the carpet.”

I left the room terrified while rubbing my newly-formed pussy lips. I wasn’t sure what my punishment would be for disrespecting Papi, but the absolute submission the girls displayed made me think it’d be painful. Water sloshed out of the glass as I trembled back into the room. I handed it to him, kissed his cheek, then recited:

“Papi, is there anything I can do for you?”

He was sitting on the side of the bed completely naked. He told me to take off my nightie, then patted his strong thigh with one hand and pointed to his lap with the other.

“En mi casa, a bitch shows respect at all times. When she doesn’t, it don’t matter if it was on purpose or not, she still gon’ get punished. A bare ass spankin’ is the only way to teach a bitch like you how to behave. Nothin’ else works. Trust me, I’ve tried. So you gon’ bend over my lap now and Imma give you 10 smacks. You gon’ thank Papi before, too, since 10 is pussy shit compared to what I could do.”

“Thank you, Papi, for being so generous…” I sobbed while stumbling into his lap.

I was seizing before it started, but Papi held me still. He told me not to move too much or yell, then smacked down 10 times, berating me for not following his instructions, saying next time would be worse. I begged and pleaded for his forgiveness, but each fearful cry just made his angry dick poke my belly harder. When it finally ended, he pushed me to my knees and told me to kiss his feet. I groveled below him, then he opened his thighs and lifted me to cocksucking position.

“Show Papi you’re sorry, baby. Show me you gon’ be a good girl.”

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” I blubbered while working his dick in and out of my mouth.

“Shhhh, it’s okay, baby, Papi’s not mad at you. You still new, puta, and you gonna make a few mistakes. But that’s why I’m here, girl, to correct you. To guide you. To train you up till obeying me is your second nature. Then you won’t get punished no more, don’t that sound good, baby?”

He was stroking my hair and holding one of my hands, and it was hard to still be mad at him, even though my ass was smarting. I looked up at his muscled body and stoic gaze, and again appreciated this handsome man for helping me in my time of need. So what if I had to follow a few silly rules, at least I was alive! And in a warm house! I suddenly felt a surge of devotion towards Papi, and knew it was my duty to worship him as long as I lived here. I sucked faster and pumped the base of his shaft with two hands.

“Such a good cocksucker, baby. You like doin’ that, huh?” I nodded up at him and he stroked my cheek tenderly. “You still mad at me, baby girl?”

“No…” I admitted shyly.

“Good, cuz I don’t want you gettin’ bitchy after punishments. It’s somethin’ you gon’ have to get used to, and if you don’t act right, I might give you anotha!”

“Mmm… no!” I pleaded and went back to sucking vigorously.

“Haha, don’t worry, you little bitch. You doin’ good tonight. I was gon’ take you over my lap no matter what, to show you I run this house. But givin’ you a lesson on respect at the same time made it extra sweet.”

With that, Papi jizzed down my throat again, then let me refill his water. When I came back he was smoking a blunt in bed.

“Papi, is there anything I can do for you?”

“You can lay yo sissy ass down right here. You gon’ be sleepin’ with me, Ivory. You my special girl, and I need your little white pussy close in case I get horny.”

I laid down and Papi started tweaking my gumdrop nipples, telling me I did well on my first night. So well, in fact, that he confessed:

“I’ve been thinkin’ bout makin’ you my bottom bitch, Ivory. You a nice toy to show off, and you take to bein’ my little girl better than most of the real ones. You one fine piece a ass, puta, and I can’t wait to bring you around.”

Papi pulled me into the little spoon position and nestled his 10 inch cock in my crack. I fell asleep thinking about the bizarre situation I’d gotten myself into, with erotic nightmares of Papi “showing me off.”

In the middle of the night, I woke up to a big, round object pushing into my butt. Papi was lifting my upper leg so my hole opened for him.

“Mmmm…” I mumbled into the hand that was covering my mouth.

“Shhh, baby, it’s just Papi. I need your pussy now, girl, but you don’t gotta do nothin’. Just lay there and sleep.”

I’m not sure how I was supposed to do that with a huge dick up my ass, but my groggy state made it easy to drift in and out. The fuck was like a pleasant dream, and when Papi put two fingers on my clit and stroked, I woke up.

“Go on, baby,” he whispered in my ear while pulling out his soiled, black serpent.

I sucked his dick clean, then anticipated he would want water, so I stood up and asked if I could get him some.

“Of course, sweetie,” he said while rubbing my cheek, still lying in bed. “You a good bitch, baby girl, you know your man’s needs come first. I like that about you.”

He kept stroking my face and slipped his thumb inside my mouth. I blushed hotly at his compliment while suckling his digit, then ran off to get his drink.

“Papi, is there anything I can do for you?”

“Get ready to wake up in 4 hours, putita. You gotta be up at 6 so you can clean yourself out and get pretty. Papi wants his girl lookin’ like a dime all the time. That means wearin’ the outfit I picked out for you, keepin’ yourself smooth, doin’ your nails, and puttin’ that glossy shit on your lips. My bitch ain’t gon’ be lookin’ like no ugly hoe, ain’t that right baby?”

“Yes, Papi.”

At 6AM, Crystal snuck in the room to grab me. We crept out silently to not wake Papi, a violation that apparently merited severe punishment, then got ready in their bathroom. Papi told me I could use his bathroom for everything except rinsing my pussy and doing makeup; he liked his areas clean.

“Damn, Ivory, I can’t believe you slept in the Big Room last night!” Nessa said excitedly while applying eyeliner.

“Forreal, that nigga ain’t let me in there in months! I miss that bed, shit’s comfy as fuck!” Jada bemoaned.

The girls seemed a little resentful that Papi had taken a liking to me, but I tried to chalk it up to him preferring boys.

“I don’t know what kinda voodoo shit you got in that pussy, white boy, but make sure you don’t cast none a that on us. We got it hard enough already, and don’t need no faggot runnin’ round gettin’ us whupped!”

“I know, Crystal, I’m sorry,” I replied sincerely. “I’ll make sure I’m always on my best behavior, and to never do anything that gets you in trouble on purpose. We’re in this together, girls, remember? We’re sisters.”

I don’t know what got into me, but I recognized that these were my comrades, and even if Papi favored me, we were all still his bitches.

“I’m sorry, mami, I didn’t mean to bark. Just weird seein’ Papi get all excited like this. We never seen him so worked up.”

I blushed proudly upon hearing her admission.

“Just a little gloss, Ivory, Papi said he don’t want it too thick on you. Says he wants you lookin’ like a little girly boy, sick muthafucka….”

Once we were dressed to perfection, another babydoll for me, minidresses and high heels for the girls, they went to the kitchen to make breakfast, while I was instructed to slip into Papi’s bed and suck him awake. The girls said the only time I didn’t have to ask permission to leave and enter was when Papi was asleep, because there was nothing he hated more than being woken up by a noisy bitch.

“Mmmmm, putita, rub that nightie on my balls. I love how that shit feels.”

He pulled my head down to force me deeper as I enveloped his gargantuan nutsack with my silky garment. I cupped both eggs while sitting cross-legged between his spread legs, and throated his dick until told to stop.

“Get the lube, girlie, Imma knock that pussy up before breakfast.”

I oiled his dick so it would slip in with ease, though I noticed that his two fucks had already loosened my hole. My body tingled at the realization that it was molding to him, just like he said. Blood had completely flooded my clit before I even sat down, and when I finally did, it pulsated and flexed.

“Look at that little boy clit dance, puta. You can’t tell me you don’t like this shit. This is why God put you on Earth, baby, to be my bitch and take my black cock. What you say to Papi for showin’ you your purpose?”

“Thank you, Papi, thank you!” I shouted while gripping his shoulders to dick myself deeper.

Papi grunted and flipped me onto my back, then spread my legs wide. His huge hands totally encased my thin ankles as he pounded my pussy past anything he or the truckers had done.

“Eeeeeeaaaah!! Papi! Oh, please!”

“What’s that, Puta? You wanna rub your little clit?”

I nodded desperately.

“No!” he laughed while pumping at hyper speed, then jammed in one last time to breed my cunt.

“Oooohh!! Noo! Papi!!” I cried. I needed more dick!

“Shut up, woman! I’ll let you cum when you deserve it, and you ain’t done nothin’ yet this morning to deserve it!”

I bawled even more after his comment. I just wanted to be a good bitch.

“Awww, sweetheart, come ‘ere.” He pulled out and laid me on his chest, then held my hand while his black seed dripped from my cunt. “I can’t always let you cum, baby, otherwise you’d start actin’ up. Gettin’ lazy. A needy bitch is a good bitch, and you wanna be a good bitch, right?”

“Yes, yes!! That’s all I want, Papi!”

“Then take what I give you and be happy. Just you see what happens if you start tryna act smart and think for yourself. You gon’ realize you need me, that you need your Papi. You a good bitch, baby girl, but a good bitch ain’t shit without a man to keep her straight. So think about that today when you’re followin’ my orders. Be on your best behavior, and Papi’ll let you stroke your clit all over his big dick. Be a bad girl, and your white ass gon’ be redder than my Ferrari.”

He gave my face a couple of light slaps to remind me of my place, then kissed my forehead and sent me to the kitchen. I hobbled in slowly, sore from his brutal fuck. When I told the girls about what happened, they couldn’t believe Papi didn’t just beat my ass right there. Their envy was palpable. I felt badly that I was treated better, but there was nothing I could do.

When we made breakfast, I learned my sisters slept in a different room, and rarely with Papi. They were all surprised he told me I would be staying with him, especially since he hadn’t even “broken me in fully.” I didn’t gloat, though, because I honestly felt bad for them. I only hoped I could somehow make their situation better.

“Baby, put some butter on my toast,” Papi commanded while he ate his meal.

The girls were, again, kneeling to the side. This would be how he always ate, them kneeling, me fetching Papi things he needed. He usually made me suck him off, too, though, so it’s not like I wasn’t on my knees. Afterwards, I’d clean up the kitchen while the girls ate. I dined last, alone, when everyone had finished.

Papi kept us on a clean diet, and only allowed certain foods. I made him whatever he wanted, but we ate steamed veggies, grains, protein shakes, and the occasional fish. He was even stricter with me, though, saying my body was his and that only approved things could go inside of it.

“Take smaller bites, baby. You don’t look cute when you chowin’ like a pig.”

“Sorry, Papi,” I said, for what must have been the millionth time since I’d moved in.

***

Every morning after breakfast, the girls would head out with Papi in his Escalade and do God knows what. I knew they were his whores, but they didn’t let me in on their secrets. I think Papi told them not to, since he seemed to want to keep me in the dark to himself.

While the girls worked the block, I’d be left home to clean and cook. Papi gave me checklists every morning, and watched me with hidden cameras to make sure I didn’t skip anything. One time I lied and said I’d cleaned something I hadn’t, so Papi showed me the footage before taking his belt to my ass. That was the first, and one of the last times he used it on me.

Papi was a cruel pimp who didn’t want any semblance of equality in his relationship with his bitches. His method of training was dominated by punishment, even for the most minor infractions. Since Papi didn’t like marking my skin too harshly, I was usually spared the belt. But frequently, the poor girls had to fetch it from the wall to suffer lashes for their transgressions. It was often for something as small as forgetting to kiss Papi’s ring, which they did in lieu of his cheek.

Papi’s unequal treatment made the girls resentful of me, which he enjoyed. He liked when we were at each other’s throats, because it made us more dependent on him. But I did everything in my power (which was minimal) to make their lives easier. I cooked them the best meals I could with what we were given, and even calmed Papi down sometimes before he did damage. Soon we bonded, though we were mostly kept separate.

You might ask, ‘why didn’t you leave when you were alone every day?’ To this, I answer: it was impossible. The doors all locked both ways, and the windows were barred and didn’t open. Papi had taken my phone and wallet, and I had no clothes besides the girly garments I was given.

These roadblocks didn’t matter, though, because I never even tried to escape. Papi had made me dependent on him, and I feared living without his guidance. I got so used to following his every word that I wasn’t sure I could even take a shit without permission anymore. He was sweet with me, and I quickly began to crave him. I missed him terribly when he was gone during the day, and waited dutifully at the door when he pulled in.

I felt strangely safe with Papi, and had no desire to leave. Even though I feared him, I also loved him. He made me admit it after about a month, and we both knew it was the truth. Papi was my man, my boyfriend, my owner, my Master, and I couldn’t live without him.

When Papi thought I was trained up enough, he invited some of his friends over to show me off. He had made it very clear since I’d arrived that disrespecting one of his friends was the same as disrespecting him. I was to treat all men as my superiors, never speaking to them, and keeping my eyes down in their presence. Papi told me he was the only man I could look at or talk to.

“Go get the door, puta,” he told me when it rang, so I kissed his cheek then opened it.

“Damn, you really a boy?”

All I could see through my downcast vision was a torso and legs equally huge as Papi’s crowding the doorway. I assumed he was analyzing my body.

“If you mean she was born with a dick, then yea, she’s a boy. But my bitch ain’t no man, are you, puta?” Papi called out from the couch.

“No, Papi…”

The guy who just walked in burst out laughing.

“Damn, bro, you really broke this one. Got him thinkin’ he’s a girl ‘n shit.”

“He is a girl, Darius, so feel free to treat him like one.”

Darius, our guest, greedily accepted the offer and began feeling up my legs.

“She do feel like a girl. Little bitch is smooth as fuck.”

His hand traveled higher until it rested under my babydoll on one of my cheeks. His palm was the size of my whole globe, and when he squeezed, I thought it might pop.

“Mmmm…” I moaned while trying to not look at the man fondling me.

“She likes it, bro.”

“I told you, cuz, my little girl loves nigga dick. Ain’t that right baby?”

“Yes, Papi…. I love black dick….”

Darius smirked then went to the couch. When I came in, I kissed Papi’s cheek and asked if I could be of service.

“Go get us some beers, baby, and a little snack.”

When I was in the kitchen, I heard Darius say:

“Damn, she knows how a bitch ‘sposed to act, Dre.”

“Yup. She knows who runs this house, and what happens when she forgets. Ivory’s a good girl, she knows her place.”

My heart filled with pride when I heard how Papi thought of me. I was so relieved he knew I was trying to be the best I could for him. When I kissed Papi’s cheek upon reentry, Darius commented:

“It’s real cute how she does that. Imma start makin’ my girl do that, show me proper respect.”

“You gotta set rules like that, bro, keeps they little heads straight. Bitches like Ivory ain’t good at thinkin’ for themselves, so they man does it for them.”

“Yea, my girl’s always fuckin’ up when I ain’t around. You got yours trained up real nice, though, man. It’s impressive.”

“You know I don’t fuck around, nigga. Ivory,” Papi snapped his fingers and I turned to him, “lay on my lap so I can show my boy how I keep you in line.”

Papi spanked me harder than usual, probably to prove his manhood, then made me demonstrate how I begged atonement for a sin I hadn’t committed. First, I kissed his feet, then I got on my knees and throated his dick to the base. I swallowed his cum, thanked him, and asked if he needed anything else.

“Let me and Dar talk for a minute, puta, go make yourself useful in the kitchen.”

I kissed his cheek and he let me leave.

Papi decided one day that he wanted me to get a physical representation of his ownership. The other girls had already been tagged, so now it was my turn.

“I like your skin untouched, baby, so Imma just get you a small one. Right here on your hip, puta, so when you look down you always thinkin’ of me.”

He was already on my mind 24/7, even when he was gone. The cameras ensured I stayed on my best behavior at all times, and sometimes he’d grill me, demanding I confess every infraction committed in his absence. I couldn’t lie to him, so I’d break down and face my earned punishment. The spankings clearly did their job, though, because Papi’s needs were all I thought about.

“What’s the tattoo gonna say, Papi?”

“Wachu think, silly? It’s gon’ say my name. That way, all the otha playas’ll know you taken. That you owned.”

We went to the shop together, and Papi held my hand as I got inked. It was a small cursive script that said “Papi” an inch in from my left hip bone. The artist was a friend of his, and kept telling me how lucky I was to be in his stable, that Papi was good owner who’d treat me well.

“He knows how to handle a bitch like you. That’s why you so respectful. He brought you up right.”

Papi beamed with pride and I blushed shyly. When we uncovered the healed wound a few days later, Papi kept putting his arm around my waist so he could touch it. I felt our connection deepen every time he did.

After getting me tattooed, Papi somehow thought of another way to solidify my position as his bitch. One day when the girls were counting money and I was making dinner, Papi came into the kitchen with a bag. It was sort of comical when he entered with us all in one room, since we’d have to line up to kiss him, and each ask if we could do anything. He told us to go back to our posts, then asked:

“Girls, how short would you say is a small dick?”

Nessa answered tentatively, “I don’t know… 7 inches?”

Jada replied, “damn, girl, you a hoe! Nah, Papi, a small dick is less than 6 inches.”

“You both wrong,” Crystal finished confidently. “Everybody know if a nigga’s dick less than 5 inches, es pequeña (small). That’s the rules, I didn’t write ’em.”

I started sweating as the girls counted down, realizing my puny 4 inches would be categorized as “small” on all 3 charts.

“Right you are, Crystal,” Papi confirmed. “Five inches, that’s what makes a small dick. Any of you bitches know why?” None of us did. “It’s because that’s half mine, and anything less than half mine ain’t even considered a dick.”

“But, Papi, ain’t Ivory’s only 4 inches!”

Whyyy did Nessa have to bring that up! The girls started giggling.

“I think you right, but let’s find out for sure. Gringa, bring your ass over here.”

I set down the ladle and switched Papi’s spaghetti sauce to simmer. When I got next to him, he made me take off my maid apron that I wore when cooking. Once my panties were removed, I was in the buff. Papi crouched down and formed an inch between his forefinger and thumb, mocking the size of my flaccid penis.

“Puta, rub your clit and get that shit hard for me. We gonna measure you to make sure you ain’t been lyin’ bout your size. Go on, use your hand.”

I placed my palm over my cold, shriveled package and felt the little tip poke it. Everyone was watching, which made it difficult to get excited, but I knew I’d be punished if I didn’t so I kept up fondling. I thought about my position: Papi’s naked bitch, in his kitchen getting hard so he could measure my puny dick. Then I really began to “grow”… I loved how much Papi debased me, as fucked up as it was. When I reached full hardness, Papi came up behind me and put a ruler on top of my clit.

“You sure you been measuring right, puta? This shit says 3.8.”

“No! That can’t be right!” I didn’t want to look down to confirm the truth.

“Really? Cuz when I line my shit up, it says 10 inches on the dot. See? That’s a man’s dick right there, baby, not no bitch clit.”

He faced me and lined our hard dicks up tip to tip. First he measured his, proving he did, in fact, carry a 10 inch weapon. Then he slid the ruler to the base of my cock, though it only traveled 4 inches. Or, 3.8…..

“B-but…”

“What, bitch?”

“I t-thought….”

“What’d I tell you bout thinkin’! I just measured your clit, and that shit said 3.8. Now you callin’ me a liar, puta?”

“Ooooo….” Jada let out snidely.

“That right, faggot? You been lyin’ to Papi? Sayin’ you had a bigger dick than you did?”

“N-n-no, Papi, I swear! I didn’t measure correctly before! I promise you’re right! It’s 3.8!”

“Well it’s good we cleared that up, but that don’t mean you gettin’ off. You lied, puta. You said you had a 4 inch clit, but you ain’t even got that! So get yo little-dicked ass over my knee right now. Imma show you what happens when you think you got somethin’ you don’t.”

After he spanked me, Papi sat me on his lap, facing away. He calmed me down as he always did, with manipulative kisses. This time, he even said he got me a gift, then told Crystal to grab the bag he’d brought in earlier. She did, and he removed the contents in my lap. There was a key and two pieces of opaque white plastic: one a ring, the other a strange mound.

“You know what this is, baby?”

“No, Papi….” I really didn’t have a clue.

“It’s a cage, puta, for your little clit. Since it’s so tiny, I gotta lock it up.”

“W-what?”

Before explaining, Papi manhandled my package, flaccid from the painful spanking, through the plastic ring. It was tight, and pulled my miniature ballsack even higher than it already hung. Next, he lined up the mound piece then inserted it over my small cock. I still hadn’t processed what was happening, but as it slid over my dick and fit into the grooves on the ring, I realized why it was shaped like that. It was so my clittie would stay in that position. Then I remembered Papi had called it a cage….

“N-no, Papi, please! Stop! What are you doing!!”

I squirmed in his lap and even tried to break free for the first time. He pulled me back in tightly and mashed my cheeks together with his hand.

“Where the fuck you think you’re goin’, puta? You wanna get back over my lap?”

“Mmmmnnooo Papi…” I jumbled out between his fingers.

“Then sit the fuck still and be grateful for your gift! I bought it just for you, baby, cuz you my special girl.”

He used the hand that was already holding my face to turn it backwards, so he could shove his tongue down my throat. I put my hands up on his chest in defeat and kissed back passionately. He faced me forward again and picked up the key.

“Aight, baby, Imma lock you up now. Papi’s gonna take away your dick, and you ain’t gonna get it back till he says so. Okay, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Papi…” I sniffled out as tears formed.

“You gotta ask me nicely then. Ask Papi to lock away your little white dick.”

“P-p-papi….” I was shaking so hard I could barely speak, but he hugged me and waited patiently. “W-will you p-please, lock up my little… w-white… d-d-dick…….”

“Course I will, baby, since you mi chiquita.” He inserted the key, turned it, then put it in his pocket. “See: ivory, for my snow white princess.”

He pointed to the color-coordinated cage and I moaned out a conflicted, “Papi…” when he suckled my neck.

“You ain’t gon’ be gettin’ hard no more ‘less I say so, baby, you understand that?”

I looked down at the cream contraption that now covered my cock. Its absolute ability to hinder my erections terrified me, but knowing Papi was the one who put it on sort of riled me up. My penis reacted, well, tried to, and I groaned.

“Awww, is the sissy’s clittie tryna get hard? You can’t do that no more, baby, not ‘less Papi lets you.”

“Hmmmph….” I replied sullenly.

“Hey, don’t be givin’ me no lip, puta! I gave you this shit to help you, to protect you. It’s gon’ keep you honest, and remind you who owns your bitch ass. I don’t wanna hear no complainin’ bout gettin’ out neither, or you gon’ get the belt every time. Got it?”

“Yes, Papi…”

“Wachu say to me now, chiquita? Wachu say to Papi for gettin’ his special girl a gift?”

“Thank you, Papi…”

“You know your words don’t mean shit, girl. Get on your knees and show Papi how grateful you are to live in his house.”

I was crying at first while sucking him, but as usual, I got turned on and gyrated. This time, though, my cock couldn’t point up. Instead it stayed down, with a bit of dull pain. It was hard to not be jealous of Papi’s free meat, which was full of blood and ready to fuck. He slapped my cheek with it, and performed other masculine maneuvers that reminded me of my locked state.

“Show the girls your cage, puta. Now you just like them. All you got is a pussy.”

Papi stood behind me with his long middle finger hooked up in my hole to remind me that it was my only sexual organ, now. The girls gathered around on their knees and inspected the bizarre device.

“So…. she can’t get hard no more, Papi?”

“No, Nessa. Ivory’s little clit’s in lock up till Papi says so.”

“But what’s gon’ happen when she gets horny?” Jada pondered.

“This cage gon’ make Ivory’s pussy even hotter. And when she boutta burst, and Papi lets her out, she’ll find out it’s even sweeter gettin’ off after she’s spent some time in the joint. But don’t worry, baby, Papi gon’ let you out sometimes. You know I like makin’ my little girl squirt.”

Though it had only been a few minutes, I couldn’t deny that the cage had already transferred all of my attention to my pussy. As Papi fingered me, I writhed up and down to force him along my nerve bundle. He let me dance on his hand and vibrated it quickly.

“Ooo! Ooo, Papi!”

“I know you horny, puta, but just you wait. You gon’ be a mess in a couple days. Right now Papi’s gotta eat, though. Go make me a plate, woman, it’s dinner time.”

***

The longer I lived in the house, the more I learned about Papi. I learned he called himself “bisexual”, though I think he just fucked girls because he was raised a pimp. He said he liked having women in his stable because they were easier to manage, and since I was so girly, he took me in.

He didn’t try to hide his queer proclivities from his friends, and proudly displayed me during our combined hangouts. All us girls were treated badly when they came over, but the guys spared unique insults for me. Papi usually made me show them my cage, especially if a new guy was over, and their reactions were invariably awed.

“Tha fuck, Deandre? Wachu do to that lil’ white boy?”

“Just brought out the chica that he always had in ’em. Made him my putita.”

I was standing in front of a group of guys who sat on the couch. They were sipping beer, which I had retrieved, when Papi told me to stand and pull my nightie up. I spit out Papi’s dick, kissed it, and got off my knees.

After their jeers ceased, Papi played a cruel trick. He told me he was going to unlock my cage early, something he rarely did. I was let out sometimes when we fucked, but could only cum on Sundays, and exclusively when Papi’s manhood was lodged inside me. I didn’t mind that part, though.

At the beginning, I hated being caged. The first two days were the worst as I sorely missed being able to fondle my dick, even if not for pleasure; I just wanted to touch it. But by day three, just like Papi said, my pussy got warm. It started with tingles that shot up my hole and rippled through my wrinkled folds whenever I thought about Papi. When I fantasized about his thick shaft and strong body, I’d start squirming where I stood. I’d dance and shake and hump, desperate to be filled. On the fourth day, when I was burning up, Papi caught me fingering my ass when I was supposed to be cleaning.

“Bitch! The fuck you doin’ on your back with your legs spread! Finger in your cunt!!”

“Papi!”

I scrambled off the bathroom floor, which was the location where my desires overlook me. Papi must have seen me on camera, because he ran in before I could even get to the bottom. When he yanked my hand out, I cried, but not out of fear of punishment. All I cared about at that point was being filled, and Papi had just emptied me.

He realized just how needy I was, so he threw me on the bed and fucked me caged. He told me he wasn’t gonna punish me since it was the first week, but that if I wanted to finger myself, I had to ask permission. Papi said he’d give me supervised time when I could play with my pussy and that made me happy.

Back to his prank, though. To demonstrate just how desperate I was to cum, Papi freed my clit, and we all watched it rise instantly. The guys snickered, wondering how it was even possible for a guy to have such a small one.

“How big you say he was again?”

“3.8. I can pull out the ruler if you wanna check.”

He did, and they laughed cruelly at its puny size. Papi told me to come sit on his lap, so I watched the game like everyone else, though I was the only one with a dick in my butt. When Papi pulsed his cock, I’d respond with swaying hips and guttural moans.

“He like that nigga dick,” one of the friends commented.

“Nah, he loves it. Tell ’em, girl.”

“Oh, Papi! Oh! I love your big black cock! I love how it feels in my tiny white pussy! Oh!! I love you Papi, I love you Papi!!!”

“I know you do,” he grunted while thrusting steadily. “Watch this shit, guys.”

Papi worked me up into a frenzy on his lap, then lubed two fingers and brought them to my clit. He stroked it and I begged for release. He wouldn’t allow it, though, and kept starting and stopping, edging me relentlessly. At one point real tears fell down my face as I pleaded.

“I think 3.8 wants to squirt,” a brother chided. They’d taken to calling me that.

Papi wouldn’t budge, though, and all I received was a gentle internal pleasure wave as he marked my pussy with his seed. When I got off his cock, I went straight to cleaning it, then put on my cage for Papi to lock it, a servile gesture which garnered high praise.

“Ain’t nobody got bitches like you, D. You tha King, man.”

If Papi’s the King, then I’m his Queen! I was so proud of Papi for training me like he did and gaining the respect of his friends. I loved when Papi was happy, and I knew nothing made him giddier than his boys gassing up him up.

“Ivory’s a one-of-a-kind bitch. It’s hard to find a girl loyal as her. But she knows Papi treats her good, that’s why she don’t play none.”

I sat back down on Papi’s lap so he could lock my chastity cage, then kissed his neck and held his blunt while he chatted with the boys.