Amra the Lion - Part 1 - the delivery

The perineum - a colloquial term for the space between the anus and the genitals; the perineum.

Some English terms never cease to amuse me, Taint being one of them. The term means "it ain't ass, it ain't bollocks" (neither is it ass, nor is it balls). It also means to stain or soil. Translated literally into Spanish, it would be the "Niés". A part of our body that is in frequent contact with our underwear.

I mention all this because my Master, cruelly, had not allowed me to lick anything other than his Niés.

My Master is a tall and strong man, of very dark black race. Nevertheless, standing in the middle of the room, the same room where he had raped me for the first time months before, his strong legs apart, I had to crouch in an uncomfortable posture to squeeze between the two columns, my face turned upwards to lick the space between his powerful balls and his tight ass, slightly sweaty. His enormous and heavy cock, half-raised, hung swinging in front of him, and however much I desired to put it in my mouth, or even just lick that black anus, my Master's prohibition prevented me. He knew that this was driving me crazy, and yet he prolonged my torment.

After a while, my Master lay down on a seat, his legs open, his large penis oscillating from side to side. A slight movement of his left foot indicated to me that now it was my duty to lick his feet. Prostrated, I applied my mouth to his black foot, licking his instep. I noticed how my black Master took his feared and beloved belt, and I prepared to receive whatever he wanted to impart to me.

"Slave, who am I?" he said.

"Amra the Lion," I replied.

My suffering readers will recall how Abdul, my Master, and two of his friends had detained me in their house by mistake, and had ended up raping me savagely. The explanations in the following days were undoubtedly complicated, because I live in the same portal as them, but blushing like a cherry and very ashamed, I had explained in the end that I had no bad intentions towards them, and that in fact I felt very attracted and submitted to their male strength. After an initial and logical distrust, Abdul had invited me back to his house, where he had subjected my body to his whims, tacitly admitting me as his slave. In these encounters, he demanded that I be naked in body and soul, revealing to him everything I thought.

The fact is that I like to reveal how much of a slut I truly am and feel. His black skin, his smooth body, his enormous and disproportionate cock made me want to fall to my knees before him, and so I told him. Revealing what I hide from the rest of the world is a great pleasure and relief for me. My Master understood that my surrender was sincere, and we agreed that I would call him Master when we were together. But since I had had other occasional Masters, although no less respectable, I had to use another term with him, to distinguish my bond with him from the others....