It was my husband Brian who suggested that I should apply to the Black Master Organisation for ownership by a well-hung Master. Before we had married I had told him that my family enjoyed a rich and fruitful history with the the BMO, that my Mother, and Sister Clemmie were Mistresses to rich and powerful Black Masters, and that my future was ordained to be Black Owned too - one day. To his credit, he already understood the protocols of The Natural Order and readily agreed that this should be our way of life.
"It's not that I don't love you, Brian, or your charming but tiny pink willy," I said to him one night while we were on our honeymoon, "but my destiny is to be a Black Man's Mistress."
Brian had always known, that when we were married, he would have to live the life of a true cuckold and was keen to start; so it was the next evening of our honeymoon when he told me that he had contacted the BMO.
"When we get back home," he said, "two of their Masters will be waiting to assess if you are suitable."
The next morning we ordered one of the electronic small sized 'Reductor' penis restraints from the Order, and to affirm Brian's total emasculation, a ball gag, and some Brian-sized lingerie. The parcel was to be delivered to our home address.
Upon our return, Brian unpacked our bags while the two Master's took me upstairs; we all got happy and naked, and they made love to me. All weekend, one followed the other to enter me with their large brown members without letting up, except for bodily functions, showers, and occasional light meals. My husband, of course, looked so very pretty standing in the corner of the bedroom in his red basque, stockings, ball gag, and little cage as I gave my body willingly to the two Black Masters.
The BMO Letter of Acceptance arrived two days later with a request to attend a formal interview. I knew from other 'Owned Wives' that this was an unusual request and I was intrigued with what the Masters wanted of me. It was the CEO, Master Thadeus Blackwood, who sat me down with a cup of coffee and made me the kind of offer a pretty Wife should never refuse.
"Mrs Smith, a very rich African tribal leader has expressed a desire for you to be the 'Iyawo Ola' for his sons. He wants someone to go there and teach them the right way to seduce, and mate with a white man's Wife," he said; and then went on to tell me that the tribal leader had seen my picture and had been attracted by my elfin-like face and round breasts. "He said you were perfect for the task and will be treated as one of the family."
"That's nice," I replied, "but what is an 'Iyawo Ola'? And how long would I be in Africa?"
Thadeus placed the tips of his fingers together, took a deep breath, and replied, "It would be a great honour for you, and the rough translation of 'Iyawo Ola' is 'Honorary Wife' to the three very handsome, rich, and virile young Black Princes."
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| 'Honorary Wife' to the three very handsome, rich, and virile young Black Princes. |
"Does that mean I would be the Concubine for those three men?" I asked, suddenly thrilled at the prospect of being regularly loved by strong young Black Princes.
"It does indeed - you lucky Lady," he replied. "And the contract initially would be for twelve months with an option to extend by mutual agreement. So, shall we go back to bed and seal the deal?"
I know I should have consulted my husband, but I was so excited that I agreed straight away. Brian, of course, was conflicted; he was overjoyed that I was going to have three young Lover's in my bed, but cried when I told him I was going alone and would be an Honorary Wife to three men. Nevertheless, he kept the Reductor on his penis, and I flew to Africa.
The tribal leader was as good as his word, I was treated as one of the family; so much so in fact that I spent every night in those first eleven months with one, two, or all of the prince's enjoying themselves, inside me. Night after night, unless I was 'indisposed', each of the young men (Kharim, Yashin, and Ebo) would pleasure me with their long, thick, and very hard rods. It was a delightful routine, and never, ever dull.
I know that I shouldn't have. I couldn't help it, because one night I just blurted out those terrible words, that can bring happiness or heartbreak, to young men and women.
"I love you," I whispered into Kharim's ear just after he had erupted his seed into me for the second time that night. I had shocked myself by my honesty and expected his rejection, but he did not rebuff the offer of love from his family's 'courtesan'.
"I know you do," he replied. "So what are we going to do about it?"
I had dreaded the reaction by those who had treated me as family, but they were very kind and blessed us both in our love for each other. I knew that Kharim already had a tribal 'Ceremonial Wife', and because I had a husband back in England, I could not be his Official Wife. But I was happy to become his 'Ibisi Iyawo' which roughly translates as his 'Child Bearing Wife'.
That night I sent Brian a letter, telling him that I had decided to stay and that one day I would return to him but in the meantime I was now honoured to be the Breeding Bride of a handsome, Black Prince to whom I was now married within the tribe. And just in case he hadn't realised just how committed I was to Kharim and his potent seed, I included my birth control pills in a little glass phial for him to hang around his neck, as a permanent reminder of his compete cuckolding.
His reply was understanding as he confirmed that he wears the phial around his neck with pride - in the knowledge that a Princely Master was impregnating his Wife. He also informed me that the 'Reductor' had reduced his 'Little Willy' to the size of his thumb nail. I was so pleased for him, and said so in one of my routine letters and pictures that I sent to him.
Kharim's desire for me never wavered in the months that followed our tribal betrothal; and as my slim figure filled out with his young son and daughter growing inside me, he became more and more loving and attentive. And I was no longer Mrs Smith, ....
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| ... I was now Prince Kharim's 'Ibisi Iyawo'. |
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