Mark’s BNWO Palace Ch. 02

Double Penetration

I arrived outside Mark’s house – an attractive terrace townhouse in the traditional Victorian style common in south London. It looked like every other house on the street. I walked up and rang the door bell. Within seconds the door opened and a middle aged, thin white man answered the door. He smiled and said hello, and asked if I was James. I confirmed my identity and then he pointed me through to “the Throne Room” and said he had been sent out. I crossed into the house and he stepped out and closed the door. I was shivering with fear and excitement, my teeth almost clattering with anticipation. The I heard Mark call out, “James, get in here.” I nearly tripped in my haste to get into the Throne Room.

I walked into what would once have been a middle-class Victorian parlour. Today it had been knocked through into the dining room as well and was a large space very smartly decorated in masculine grey and navy. There was an expensive rug on the hardwood floor, and what looked like an original fireplace. There were two generous brown leather sofas and then, to my right, raised up about half a meter, was a large and very comfortable looking beautiful brown arm chair. Mark sat on it. Tall, smiling, his long muscular legs spread wide. He had on his usual grey tracksuit bottoms, white t-shirt and white trainers.

“Glad you decided to come. I told Vicky you would, but she wasn’t sure. I’ve let her know you’re here.” He tapped his phone and gave a bigger, all-knowing smile.

“Vicky said she’d told you about my little set up here. It’s quite something. I own the whole house. This is what the white bois have come to call my Throne Room. The whole house is mine basically, except the smaller two bedrooms and the smallest bathroom. Those are shared by my bois. I like to keep 12 in total. They’re rarely all here at the same time as the place gets too crowded. But they each pay me their rent weekly and for that they get far more than they deserve. For their £100 a week they get to spend 3 or 4 nights each week in their stable. While they’re here they get to serve me and any guests I have over. They also get some basic food that they take turns cooking, and any scraps I let them have. They istanbul travesti also get a shot of my piss every morning for their good health and each of them is guaranteed at least one shot of my creamy spunk each week. I think that’s a bargain for £100 a week. They do to – I have a waiting list of over 40 other white bois waiting to take the place of anyone that drops out.”

I stood there was my mouth open and my cock betraying my thoughts and interests. Mark noticed, looking at the small tent in my trousers he said, “you look even more interested than I’d expected! Let me show you around.”

He stood up and stepped down from his Throne. He took me out of the Throne Room and into the pristine contemporary kitchen. “This is where the white bois cook for me and usually serve me and my guests our meals in here.” We then went upstairs and he showed me the stables rooms. It was like they were from a different house. Grey walls. Grey cheap flooring. Each room had two sets of bunk beds, and the bunk beds were stacked in 3 rather than the traditional 2 beds. The windows had the drab curtain drawn. On the side of each room there were 6 small lockers, which Mark said was where the white bois put any belongings “as they don’t need anything while they’re here, they remain totally naked.”

Mark led me to the master suite. It was a huge bedroom that ran across the front of the house, with a dressing room and then an en suite bathroom forming an L shape off the main bedroom. It was impressive. A huge four-poster bed, a small sitting area and what can only be described as a luxury dressing room a footballer’s wife would be proud of. Mark could see I was impressed. He threw himself down onto the bed, smiled and asked what I thought. I was gob smacked. It was impressive and I said so. Then he cut to the chase:

“So look I’ll get to the point. I told Vicky I knew you’d want to submit to me. I don’t get all this by not knowing the signs. I’ve convinced her that you’ll do it, and told her she can still have you as a friend but that she’d need to recognise your first loyalty would now be to me, as your master and owner.” I was trembling. I was scared like I’d never been scared istanbul travestileri before, but I knew I wanted whatever it was Mark was offering. He went on,

“I’ve just had a white sub boi leave me. Well, he has had to leave as his wife found out where he was 3 nights a week and it’s all got messy. I don’t need that drama in my stables. I’ve got an opening and a list as long as your arm of potential bois to replace him. But as you’re Vicky’s friend I’m willing to cut a few corners and give you the place in my stables. That’s a big thing I’m offering. This will be life enhancing for you. The chance to release yourself into your true desires and calling, to serve me as your true Black King and Master. I am harsh, hard, I have high expectations and I really don’t accept sloppy work or poor service. But I offer you fulfilment in your service to me and my friends, and I offer you companionship with your fellow white boi subs. Let me be clear though, although you will take some time to adjust to your new role, within 2 months I will expect you to be fully trained and able to do all the things on this list.” Mark handed me a printed list of White Boi Duties.

WHITE BOI DUTIES

This list is some of the activities that Master Mark’s white bois will be expected to excel at and do on command without hesitation and to the highest standards. This list is not exclusive and Master Mark is likely to make many other requests.

1. To be naked at all times when in the Palace. 2. To do any domestic chore or duty assigned to you, including cooking, cleaning, shopping (with your own money), acting as furniture such as a foot stall, table, or coat stand. 3. Suck any Black Dick Master Mark orders you to, and to treat it as if it is Master Mark’s own perfect and royal dick 4. Eat any Black arse Master Mark orders you to, and to treat it as if it is Master Mark’s own perfect and royal arse. 5. Worship any Black feet, socks, shoes and trainers Master Mark orders you to, and to treat them as if they are Master Mark’s own perfect and royal feet, socks, shoes and trainers. 6. Lick, worship and clean any Black armpits, balls or anything else Master Mark orders you to, and to treat them travesti istanbul as if they are Master Mark’s own perfect and royal armpits and balls. 7. To present your mouth or arse for fucking or playing with whenever Master Mark commands it, and to offer any Black Man the same service if Master Mark has told you to serve them. 8. When not directly needed you will find something useful to do to make Master Mark and his guests’ lives better or confine yourself to your stable. 9. You will drink your shot of Master Mark’s piss each morning, together with all other white bois in residence, in celebration of Master Mark’s existence, his generosity and to keep yourself full of his healthy liquid. 10. You will attend Sunday worship every week at 11:00 to pay your rent tribute and you will be available to stay and work at the Palace at least 3 days/nights per week. Master Mark will fix your rota.

I read through the list, almost unable to hold the paper I was trembling so much. Mark was laughing at me. I finished reading it through twice and then looked up at Mark still laid across his bed. “Well?” He said. I stuttered and he laughed again. He got up and went to the bathroom. I stood there in silence. He came back with a small glass of deep yellow liquid. He handed it to me and it felt warm.

“That’s a fresh shot of my piss. There’s no contract to sign, no oath to swear. If you want the opportunity I’m offering you, you will down that in one and then come and kneel at my side with your mouth wide open and head up.”

With that he laid back down on the bed. It was a split second decision. I thought quickly about Vicky and how disappointed she would be in me. And then I downed the piss (it was ripe with a strong smell and a very strong taste) but I swallowed it, put the glass down and went and kneeled on the floor next to Mark’s bed. I opened my mouth and lifted my face up to see him. He laughed. He leaned over and gobbed a huge wad of spit into my mouth and told me to swallow. I did. He then said, “From now on I am your master. Only ever call me Sir or Master Mark. Even if we are in public. Now, you need to go and strip and put your clothes in your locker. You’re bed number 7. The full stable will be here in 15 minutes for your formal induction in the Throne Room. Now piss off.”

I scampered out of the Master’s bedroom still shaking, to strip naked and start my new life. I was now a white boi sub. My dream had become a reality.

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