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As you sit there under the table with your head on the seat face up buried in this young black womans ass you start to really panic wondering how this could possible be really happening. Every breath was labored and it got hotter as your oxygen qiuckly ran out. Your head started to ache under her weignt and your face was pretty much flattened. You started sucking in air as hard as you could but failed to get enough. Instinctively you put your hands around her thighs. Almost instantly you felt a sharp pain in the back of your hand as she stabbed it with her fork and yelled "Don't you dare touch me or ever try to defend youself against me! If I want you to die like this then you're gonna die like this.....now interupt my meal again and it will cost you your life." She pulled the fork out of your hand as you cried into her butt feeling pathetic and helpless as she showed her complete control over you with barely any effort. She ate for another 5 minutes or so and you thought you were going to pass out when out of nowhere she ripped the loudest fart you ever heard. "I better not smell that slave!" She says. The hot air heated your face and the little air you were getting was now contaminated with her disgusting gas. You couldn't take it anymore and you try to get your head out from under her inhaling nothing but her foul scent. She got extremely angry as she stood up and watched you try to crawl out from under the table. She delivers a vicious kick to your face as she yells "You're not getting it. You're my slave now. You don't have a say in anything. All you are allowed to do is whatever I tell you to do. That's it! Do you know if I call the police I can have you killed on the spot if I want." She kicks your face 3 more times and you felt your nose break and you start to beg still dazed on your knees. "Please Master I'm sorry. I'll be good and obey you. Please stop kicking me. Please." She laughed at you then shoved you over onto your back. Before you could get your bearings the sole of her sneaker came down on the side of your head as she stepped up and over you and walked to the diner's counter with round bar stools and sat down facing you. Looking at her you see her feet dangle being that the stools are fairly tall. "C'mon slave. Show me you know your place. I want you on your belly with hands behind your back and I want you to squirm your worthless self over here and beg me to let you lick my nasty work sneakers." The bratty black beauty sat there like a queen waiting for you to humiliate yourself just for her pleasure. You knew if you ran she would call the police and have you killed like a dog. You only thought about survival and so you rolled over with your hands behind your back and began the humiliating task of squirming to her feet. You heard her laugh at you the entire time as you began to get an audience as the black customers that were still there began to watch. You were full of sweat and tears when your head nudged the toe of her black sneaker. "Now get on your knees white boy. You have something to ask me?" You got to your knees tired from squirming and see her drinking a chocolate shake with a straw watching and waiting for you to put on a show. You swallow hard and your voice cracks "please Master may I lick your sneakers, I only wish to make you happy and I beg you to let me lick your sneakers." She leaned back in the stool and crossed one leg over the other and brought the sole of her sneaker to the tip of your nose. "Start licking loser!" You have no choice. This is life now as you know it. You forced your tongue out and slowly slide it up the sole of her dirty sneaker. People gasp and laugh as they watched you embarrass yourself at the feet of the sexy black waitress turned Master. The sneakers were old and had no tread from all the wear. She must have stepped in everything in the kitchen because you could see jam and mustard and tasted everything from rubber,dirt,food and even soap. As gross as it was you kept licking afraid of not obeying your young tormentor. After letting you lick both her sneakers clean and finishing her milk shake she swung her legs way up and onto the counter facing her co worker (another hot black girl). "Are the bottom of my sneakers clean?" The co worker looked and said "Not even close. Whiteboy just spit all over them." In a flash you got kicked in the face and had the spit coated sole of her sneaker pinning your head to the floor. She leaned most of her weight on the side of your head and screamed "What kind of slave can't lick dirty sneakers properly? You're a dead man! Say it loser, say I am a dead man!" You repeated her in fear and she laughs at you with your head stuck under her foot. She leans down close to your face and says "Watching you suffer like this is making me horny. How do you like having a black girl beating all the pride and confidence out of you? Doesn't it turn you on? Don't you want me to take you in the bathroom and make a man out of you? Or a woman? Hahaha! You're gonna have to do something for not licking my sneakers good enough." She moved her foot down to your chest and slapped you across the face before launching a wad of spit into your face "follow me dog.".......
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