She woke up, still wrapped in Maurice’s big, strong arms. He held her naked body close to his. She could feel his cock, warm and thick, against her leg. It was half-staff already, morning wood, and She reached down to stroke it. It pulsed and throbbed in her hand. She fought the urge to crawl below the covers and wrap her lips around it. She was difficult, but She resisted, and instead slipped out of bed. She could smell breakfast cooking in the kitchen, and She knew that She had a big day ahead of her.

She walked to the kitchen, still nude, and hopped up on the counter. Jason, her boyfriend-turned-cuckold, was laboring over the stove. He was naked as well, save for his little pink apron. She and Maurice had picked the bib out for him earlier this week as an early anniversary present. Today made one month since Jason, and She moved in with Maurice. Two months since the night we met Maurice, two months since our new life began.

As Jason turned to grab another egg, she saw he was already wearing his cock-cage. It made her happy to see him adapting so well to his new role. Things were a little difficult at first, but he’s been happier since he learned his place. It helped that Maurice was able to find him some other Cucks to talk to. Once Maurice introduced him to Queen Shiloh and her Cuck, he started understanding. He grew into the role well, and it seemed to do him good. God knows it worked out for her.

“Are you excited about tonight?” She asked him.

“You know, She is.” He said, smiling.

“We’re finally going to join the Court.” She said her excitement building.

“Yeah… She can’t wait, Tonya. She never thought we’d go this far, but She happy.” He said with an easy smile.

He was playing with his cage beneath the apron with one hand and turning the omelets with the other. She hopped off the counter and stepped up behind him, pressing her breasts against his back. She wrapped her arms around her boyfriend, her Cuck, and kissed him gently on the neck. Then She slid a hand under his apron and gave his cage a little shake.

“Damn, girl… Teasing him already?” Maurice’s rumbling baritone carried across the room.

My Bull was standing naked in the living room. His well-muscled body was catching the morning light streaming in through the windows. He was an ebony Atlas, like a Greek statue made of Obsidian. She caught me biting her lip, her mind racing with all the things She wanted to do to him, and all the things She wanted him to do to her. Both lists were almost if he was. A familiar need rose inside her, a need to serve, and be dominated. A need to take and be taken. To use and be used. A need to throw me to the ground and worship at the altar of that beautiful black cock. That cock that had changed her life forever. That cock that put her boyfriends to shame, and locked it in a cage.

She fought the urge to run to him and tackle him onto the couch. She’d spent the last month jumping his bones every chance. She got. For the first few days, She was worried that it was just the newness of the situation. Eventually, though, she learned that it was him. It was all for him. His raw, animal magnetism. His ability to shift so quickly between calm confidence and insatiable hunger. It wasn’t just his sheer size but also the way he used it. It was nature. It was how things were supposed to be. He was her Bull, and that’s what mattered. She was happy, and she was fulfilled, she was me for the first time. She lived for him, lived for what we had.

She couldn’t fight it any longer; she strode around the counter and threw her arms around him. He locked her in a deep kiss, and She pressed her body against his. She felt safe, secure, and so right. She looked over her shoulder and saw Jason staring at us. A soft smile was spreading across his face. She took Maurice’s thick cock in her hand and started to stroke it slowly. It swelled in her palm, and her need arose. My heart was racing. He chuckled softly and squeezed her ass hard, making her knees weak.

“Easy, girl. Wait for the party.” Maurice said sternly.

“Yes, Daddy…” She cooed, feeling disappointed.

She stepped away from him, despite how much She didn’t want to and started to walk back to the kitchen. She was addicted to him, all of him, there was no denying that now. Being denied that incredible cock was agony, even if it was with the promise of something more significant later.

“So… When’s the party again?” Jason asked eagerly.

“We need to be at the hotel by seven, but we should probably get there a little early to get checked in and everything,” Maurice said.

“She needs you to take Tonya shopping today, get all the stuff She’s going to need for tonight. It’s going to be… Intense.” Maurice continued, suddenly looking stern.

“Oooh, shopping,” She cooed, running her hand down Jason’s back.

“Yes, sir. She’ll take care of it.” Jason replied, plating the breakfast, and grinning ear-to-ear.

It was going to be an incredible day; she could feel it. Jason felt the same, and he’d been glowing all morning. After breakfast, which was delicious, Jason, and She got dressed and headed out. She wore a white romper with pink flowers, and he wore jeans and a t-shirt. Before we got in the car, she made him show her that he was a good boy and still wearing his cage. She knew he was, but playing with him was too fun to pass up. He dropped his pants at her command and moaned gently as She inspected the cage and the lock.

“Give her the key, sweetie, and we’ll go.” She said, putting her hand out expectantly.

He pulled up his pants and fished the key to his cage out of his pocket.

“Yes, ma’am.” He said quietly, placing the key in her upturned palm.

She grinned and pocketed the key.

“If you’re really good today, she’ll let you cum after the party tonight.” She said, breathing her words into his neck as She hugged him.

Then we got into the car, and he drove us into town. We hit the mall first, and Jason pulled a sealed envelope from his back pocket. He handed it to her, and She looked it over. A wax seal was holding it closed, with an embossment of a Spade with a letter Q in the center.

“Maurice said that this came for you from Queen Shiloh. He said that it’s a list of things you’ll need for your initiation and that it’s her job to make sure everything gets taken care of.” Jason said beaming.

She opened the letter and read it carefully. It covered all the bases, manicure, pedicure, red dress, high heels, lingerie, dog collar, the works. She showed Jason, and he looked positively giddy.

“A collar?” He asked, not bothering to hide his excitement.

“Yeah, and a leash… She can’t wait!” She said, hopping out of the car and running around to take his hand.

“A leash?” He said, climbing out of the driver’s seat, looking awestruck.

“Filthy, right?” She asked, flashing a mischievous grin.

“The filthiest, you’re incredible.” He replied, matching her smile.

We all-but skipped through the parking lot, talking about how much fun tonight was going to be. This was the culmination of the last two months. This was what everything had been building towards. We were joining the Court of Spades, officially. This was the next step into our future.

We spent hours in the mall, Jason helped her pick out the perfect dress, the perfect shoes, and the sexiest thong She’d ever seen. Then he took her to the spa and paid for her to get a full workup: nails, massage, facial, everything. Jason took care of it. After that, we hit the pet supply store and picked up a black leather collar with a D-ring on the front. She tried it on the right in the store, just to make sure it fit. Jason found a chain leash to go with it, and we tried it out too. She loved the weight of it hanging from her neck. Thinking about Maurice pulling on it made her squirm, and the looks from the rest of the customers made her wet. She made a mental note to talk to Maurice about doing stuff in public later.

The rest of the day flew by, Jason, and She had a blast. Having him help her get ready for her big night was one of the best “dates” we’d ever been on, even before Maurice. She’d never felt closer to him. We held hands everywhere we went. She was surer than ever that this thing, this new chapter of our relationship, was what was best for both of us. She was so happy, and so was he. This is what a real relationship is supposed to be. Relationships require work, and ours required something a little more than that. We needed a Bull to make us whole.

The sun was starting to set when we made it to the Ramada. The parking lot was full of interracial couples, and there was a sign in the lobby announcing the “Court of Spades Social Club.” Jason checked us in, and She hurried up to our room to get changed. She shared an elevator with an older black man who had two women her age hanging on his arms. They asked her if She wanted a taste, but She told them She had a Bull. They just giggled. The party was in only a few hours, and She couldn’t wait any longer.

Maurice was waiting for her in the room. He was wearing a black fitted suit, tie, and everything, and She could see the outline of his cock through the dress pants.

“Damn…” She whispered he cleaned up nicely.

“It’s going to be one hell of a night.” He said, patting the bed.

She sat down beside him and rubbed his cock gently.

“She has to ask, you sure you’re ready for this?” He asked, his face looking severe.

“What do you mean?” She asked, feeling a growing trepidation like butterflies in her stomach.

“The initiation can be… Rough for some women. Not everyone who tries out makes the team, you know?” He said, putting an arm around her.

“She can handle anything if you are with her.” She said, trying to force the confidence.

“She doesn’t know exactly what Queen Shiloh has in store for you, and each initiation is different.” He continued.

“She can take it, and she can take you, right?” She replied, smiling and stroking his cock through his pants.

“Alright, get dressed. She’ll take you to meet everyone.” He said, standing suddenly, and seeming worried.

Jason made it to the room in time to help her into her dress. Then he brushed her hair for her while She put on her make-up. She did it the way Queen Shiloh said to in her letter. Heavy mascara, bright red lipstick. Jason put the collar on her, attached the leash, and handed it to Maurice.

“Are you ready, Tonya?” Jason asked.

“Yeah, let’s a party.” She said the outfit made her feel more confident.

“You look ready,” Maurice said, tugging on the chain.

“Thank you, sir.” She cooed, biting her lip even as She stumbled.

Maurice led her out of the room and down the hall. We passed cleaners and patrons alike, and She could feel their eyes on her. He took her to room 223 and knocked. A tall, busty white woman dressed in a spotless white gown opened the door. Queen Shiloh Cash.

“Well, look what we have here.” She said, her smile was broad and wolf-like.

“Hello, Queen Shiloh. She brought the new initiate.” Maurice said calmly.

“She can see that.” Shiloh snapped, reaching her hand out.

Maurice took her hand and kissed it. Then he handed her leash to her.

“Tonya, right?” She asked, still grinning.

“Yes, Queen Shiloh.” She responded.

“Come on in, then, I’ve had a seat put together for your Cuck.” She said, striding into the massive suit, and pulling her along behind her.

She followed, struggling to walk on her high-heels while She pulled her along by her neck. The room was full of well-dressed black men, each with a beautiful white woman sitting in their lap, or grinding against them to the thumping rap music playing over the speakers. All the women were wearing collars, but theirs had a Spade-shaped charm hanging from the front. Shiloh led her to the center of the room, where a pillow had been laid out on the floor.

“You’re okay with an audience, right?” Shiloh asked, her eyes flashing with predatory glee.

“Yeah… She’ll do whatever it takes.” She replied.

“That your girlfriend, White Boy?” A tall, lanky man asked, slapping Jason on the back.

“Yes. Yes, Sir.” Jason replied quietly.

“We’re gonna break that white bitch tonight!” The man laughed.

“Gonna dig her the fuck out!” Another said, staring at her crotch and licking his lips intentionally.

“Yeah, bet you can’t wait to see her take all-a these big, black cocks!” Yet another shouted, grabbing his crotch.

“She’ll wait as long as She told to, sir,” Jason said, looking down at the ground.

“Good answer, Cucky,” Shiloh said, nodding.

“She tries, Ma’am.” He said.

A man that She recognized as Shiloh’s Bull, Darnell, led Jason to a chair in the corner of the room and sat him down.

“Well, you don’t have to wait any longer. Show’s starting.” He said his voice a rumbling baritone that sent shivers down her spine.

He exuded energy, an unmatched gravitas. His presence, his sense of his own power, was intoxicating. She could see why he was Shiloh’s, and She could see why She didn’t share him.

Shiloh pulled the chain and guided her down onto the pillow until She was on her knees. Then six of the men stood and encircled her. They unbuckled their belts, unzipped their pants, and in a moment, six huge black cocks were hanging in her face. She couldn’t help it, and her jaw dropped, she was salivating already. She felt growing wetness between her legs as well. One of them slapped his cock across her face, hard, and heavy. It surprised her, and a small sound escaped her.

“You want this black cock?” He growled, shaking it in her face, and slapping it against her quivering lips.

She shot a look over at Jason, then at Maurice. They were both watching intently. She looked back up at the man in front of her and moaned loudly.

“Yes, sir. She wants it.” She said, her need rising to control her.

She opened her mouth as wide as She could. Then Queen Shiloh knelt behind her and hooked both of her cheeks with her gloved fingertips. The elbow-length silk ballroom gloves drew her mouth open painfully wide, but the experience served only to increase her arousal.

“Stick out your tongue.” She commanded, and She obeyed.

“Are you ready to be tested?” She asked, her breath hot on her neck.

She nodded.

“Go ahead, boys, fuck her pretty face. Let’s see how much She can take.” She said with a chuckle.

The man in front of her hardly needed the command, and he slapped his cock on her tongue, the wiped her spit around her mouth. Then he slapped her across the face with it a few times and stuffed it into her mouth. It slid over her tongue, across Shiloh’s knuckles, and slammed deep into her throat. Then he grabbed two handfuls of her hair and started to thrust. She choked, gagged, her eyes flooded with tears, but he kept going and pushing that huge, black meatstick into her throat with wild abandon. This wasn’t oral, and this wasn’t even deepthroating, this was him fucking her face.

“Yeah, that’s right White Bitch! That’s right! Fuckin’ choke on it! Swallow all this dark meat! Choke it all down!” He growled through clenched teeth, pulling her hair harder.

Rivulettes of saliva poured from her mouth, dripping all over the front of her beautiful, new dress. He hammered her throat, pushing his meaty cock deeper than She could have ever imagined. He pressed deeper and deeper until it bent down her throat, and She felt his warm, heavy balls against her chin. Then he pinched her nose closed and held it. My lungs screamed for air. She was going lightheaded. Tears ran down her face, and her eyes rolled back. The room was starting to spin, and all the while, Shiloh was whispering in her ear.

“You’re doing great, sweetie. Show him how dedicated you are. Show him his cock is more important to you than breathing. Earn your place in the Court, and She’ll make your wildest dreams come true. Pass this test, and She’ll give you all the big, black cock you could ever want.” She whispered, sounding faint and far away.

She wanted to tap out, but more than that, she tried to impress her. She wanted to be a member of the Court. She wanted everything that came with it. Any Bull She wanted, any time. Invitations to parties like this, invitations to trips overseas. She wanted to travel the world, fuck BBCs in different countries. She wanted to go to parties and fuck famous black guys. She tried to live as Shiloh did, unchained, unbridled passion taking her anywhere, and everywhere. She wanted to own this addiction, and she wanted to be a Queen of Spades. So, She endured. She let him fuck her face, choke her with his massive, meaty cock, and when he finally let her breathe freely again, Shiloh removed her fingers from her mouth. She coughed and sputtered, trying desperately to catch her breath. My head was swimming, but She’d never felt so turned on before.

He responded to her coughing with a harsh, barking sort of laugh. Then he slapped her across the face with his heavy cock again. Then he took her head in both hands and tilted her face up until we made eye-contact. Smiling down at her, he laid his massive member on her face to illustrate its size. With his balls resting against her lips, the tip of his cock reached well past the top of her head. He turned his head to Jason, and rocked his hips in slow, exaggerated motion, letting the whole length of his cock, tip to base, slide over her lips.

“Don’t worry about it, Cuck-Boy. This Bitch loves this shit, she can tell. All Snowbunny Sluts love to get face-fucked by a real man. Isn’t that right, Bitch?” He laughed, lifting, and dropping his big cock on her face several times with a wet slapping sound as he made his point.

He left it resting on her upturned face for a moment, so She kissed it.

“Yes, Daddy.” She moaned, then She slowly licked his balls.

She took his cock in both hands and kissed it slowly and repeatedly.

“Goddamn, White Boy… Your Bitch is a fuckin’ freak! Good looking’ out, Maurice!” He laughed, pulling his cock away from her, and taking his place back in the circle.

When he tagged out, another took his place. This one let her drive. She used her hands, slurped, and spit, licked, and gagged me until he was sated. She could have done it all night, she would have if he’d let her, but he tagged out too. She did the same to the third one, and the fourth one as well. The fifth one told her to keep eye-contact with Jason while She sucked his cock, and She did so gladly, taking advantage of the situation to catch her breath by pulling back long enough to taunt her Cuck boyfriend.

“You like this, sweetheart? Do you like how much of a whore She am for black men?” She cooed, spittle running from her lips.

“You like seeing your girlfriend with a big, black cock in her mouth, don’t you? Do you like seeing them fuck her face? Does it make your little thing twitch in its cage?” She asked, biting her lip at Jason, and watching his face burn red with equal parts excitement, and embarrassment.

“You know, She does…” He said, returning her gaze, and breathing heavily.

Number six held her hands above her head while he fucked her mouth to the beat of the music. Shiloh held her head steady, and he pumped his almost impossibly thick cock into her mouth until her chin and chest were covered in her spit, and her mascara ran in black tears down her face. Then he pulled away from her, and wiped his cock all over her face, further smearing her make-up, and saliva all over, and washing her in the intoxicating scent of him. She could see her lipstick smeared all down the side of his beautiful, dark cock.

Repeatedly being deprived of oxygen had made her extremely lightheaded, and the room was spinning. She looked over at Jason, and Maurice was standing beside him. They were whispering to each other, but She couldn’t make out what they were saying. Everything felt far away and dreamlike.

Suddenly, She felt a tug at the chain. Shiloh was hauling her up off the floor. She walked her over to the bed and slapped her on the ass.

“It’s time to strip, sweetie. You’ve earned your turn to have some fun. From here on out, it’s all about you. As it should be.” She said, sweetly, before unhooking the chain and letting it drop to the floor.

The six men walked over to her and formed a wide half-circle. She slipped out of her dress slowly, rocking her hips to the thumping of the music.