Kimberly's friend enjoys being my slave. (Part 1)

As we wait in the house for her six friends to be flown in, I pick a room in the basement; I smile at all the sex toys in the system. It wouldn't hurt to spend some money on myself, as I empty the room and buy a lush carpet that covers the whole floor and a bed that can fit five people with no problem. 

I walk to a wall and by a shelve set that can hold all the toys. I then move over to the other side of the room and buy a BDSM leather horse as I plan to put Kimberly's friend on here and give her a good whipping as I smile at what's to come. I then get a BDSM swing set, the things I have in plan for her. Her moaning below the assault of my white cock. 

I lick my lips as I hear a knock on the door. Kimberly walks in and chuckles.

"You plan to take her back in time with this setup. Well, she will enjoy it; her texts are getting a little too horny."

She shows me as she takes about making me put an iron collar on her neck and wrist, chaining her up to the wall, and having my way with her as she calls me master. She is into hardcore raceplay now, and I smile at this; it will be a good time tonight.

"I want you to bring her down here the moment she gets here, Kimberly, as the sooner, the better."

I chuckled while looking at her.

"I will. They called in, saying they are one hour out right now. So get your playthings in order."

She swayed out of the room as I started to look at the shelves with toys and other things I would need to train my new girl. I finished up and put a latch on the outside of the door so that I could open it from the inside. I looked at my watch. It was ten minutes before they landed. I turned off the light, and after a while, I could hear Kimberly and another woman talking.

"Kimberly, where are you taking me girl?"

"Don't worry, Lartoria."

She opens the door, and Lartoria walks in. She closes the door behind her and locks it from the outside. Her friend tried opening it as she pounded on the door.

"Kimberly, stop playing. Let me out."

"She left already, but don't worry, I will let you out once I trained you."

I flipped the light on as I stood in my suit with the top three buttons undone, showing my chest. Lartoria moaned and leaned against the door with her back, and I held a horse crop in my hand.

I stroll towards her, undoing my shirt more, removing my suit jacket, and throwing it on the bed. As she looks around, she sees chains and whips along with other toys and a leather horse for her to be strapped to.

"I hear you want to be my slave."

I ran the horse crop from her knee, lifting her dress bottom and up her stomach, tracing her breast with it before lifting her chin and looking her in the eyes. Moving one of my hands to her dress, she moans, her breathing picking up pace.

"I need to check the good to ensure my slave is in good condition for my use."

I ripped off the front of her dress, making her place her hands on the wall; I ran the horse across her skin again, making its way down to her pussy. As I rubbed it, she moaned louder, and her pussy dripped juice down her inner thigh.

"Put your hand on the wall showing me your ass."

She does as she is told while I run the horse crop up her leg making sure to stop just where the ass cheek and thigh meet. As I pull it back and hit her ass with it making more and lean up against the wall as her panties start to get wet.

"You're a very slutty slave, aren't you? Getting wet so quickly, do you want to be fucked by your master so much? I will need to hear you beg for my white cock like the dirty slave that you are."

Her chest rapidly rises and falls as she can't control herself anymore. She moves her hands to her thong and pulls it down as pussy juice sticks to it, and she looks back at me.

"Master, please fuck my black pussy with your white cock. I am yours to abuse as you see fit; my worth is only a plaything for you to own."

I smirked as I walked over to the shelf and grabbed a leather collar with a red heart and a Q. I picked up a leash to go with it and walked back to her before dangling the collar in front of her.

"Do you know what the Queen of Hearts means?"

She gulped, nodded her head, and spoke.

"It means White man owned and to be bred by them. It is something like the Queen of Spades but better."

"Put it on, and this will seal your fate as my slave, as I will own you from now on."

She quivers as her hand moves to it. As she traces the heart, she smiles and puts the collar on. I attach the leash to her. I undo my pants, letting my cock pop out as I get behind her rubbing my cock on her pussy, making sure to lube it up. She is gushing at this point.

I thrust into her without letting her get used to it; the size makes her scream.

"So fucking big!"

I pulled the leash, making her arch her back up and turn her head toward me as I kissed her. This makes her tighten even more as all you can hear now is the sound of wet flesh and moans filling the room. 

"You got a nice pussy. I will make sure to train it into the perfect slave pussy."

"Yes, master. Train me with that big thick white cock; I was born to be a slave to it. More fuck me, more master."

I pulled her leash and walked back as she had to take her hands off the wall and follow me as I fucked her while we walked towards the BDSM leather horse. She had to walk on her toes as I was taller than her, and the leash semi-choked her, making her even more turned on while we slowly walked towards it.

She finally got to it and mounted the horse as I tied her into it, making sure to keep pounding her pussy until we both couldn't last any longer. I filled her womb with my cum, and she squirted onto the leather horse as I finished tying her up.

I slowly pulled out of her and walked to the front of the horse. She was trying to catch her breath while resting her eyes, but I pushed my cock into her mouth, making her open her eyes as it slid down her throat, and she gagged.

"Make sure you clean it off. I will be using all your holes tonight."

She moaned to my word as I began to move my hips fucking her throat without care about her feelings, and this only turned her on more as I could see a new wave of liquid flowing to the floor from her pussy.

I pull my cock out of her mouth and lean down, kissing her, and she returns it with passion. After a few minutes, I pull back and speak to her.

"A good slave needs to be rewarded. Let me go get you a gift."

I walk over to the shelf again and grab something hanging on the side as I walk back. There is a mirror to the left of the horse where Lartoria is looking, and she can see me walking back with a whip. She squirts a little once she sees it.

"My slave is a dirty little slave. Does the idea of being whipped turn you? Tell me."