There is an annual Black Femdom party exclusively for ebony mistresses and their chosen subs or slaves. I can’t believe my Mistress chose me to be her partner this year. Last year I disappointed her shy of a month before the event. So this year I really did my best not to disappoint my Mistress. When I saw the invitation from the Black FemDom community for the party, I just felt a huge relief. I swore to myself not to let my Mistress down.

The annual Black FemDom Party is like an Olympics for the subs and the slaves of the Ebony Mistresses. I only saw a few pictures of the previous event. But the sub/slave who wins, wins fame for his Mistress. And nothing beats the feeling of pride from my Mistress and seeing her happy with my efforts.

A month before the annual Black FemDom Party I started a rigorous workout from my Mistress. I also made extra effort in going to the gym and running every morning just before I started my day. It was like training for the Ironman Challenge. But I guess the Black FemDom Party is like an Ironman Challenge!

I felt anxious when the day of the Black FemDom Party came. The Black FemDom community had the exclusive use of a huge casa in the south of Spain. It was a nice treat for everyone, like taking a holiday with our Mistresses. But when I saw all the well-chiseled men with bulging muscles I felt like my world was about to cave in! How in the world will I ever win from a pool of around 20 well-built men here?

The first challenge was the pony race. It was just like any race however we had to carry our Mistresses on our backs just like a pony! We had to run through a narrow path running around the whole 5 acre property, considering the sandy ground with a bit of mush. And for added fun the organizers thought of having the subs/slaves blindfolded, with their Mistresses guiding them! This was a test of the sub/slave’s ability to follow precise instructions from his Mistress and the Mistress giving specific instructions, not to mention the sub/slave’s stamina and endurance. And to add to the pressure, as if it wasn’t enough, only 5 participants will go to the next stage of the contest. No pressure indeed.

It was a good thing my Mistress had plenty of experience in riding horses. She took equestrian classes when she was a little princess. And she gave me instructions on how she will just move my shoulders and just follow with my feet, just like a horsey! It was a great idea since we figured every other Mistress will be yelling instructions to their sub/slaves and since it’s just a narrow path, it will be a bit crowded hence the possibility of hearing other Mistress’ instructions. “Run like the wind my Beauty.” And my Mistress gave me her confident smile that boost my confidence.

We were given a paper mache shaped in a head of a horse to wear as our “blindfolds”, which was good because I could see my feet and a bit of the ground I was stepping on. Silver linings.

As we take our marks on the starting line and put on our pony heads, I stood astride. My feet planted on the sandy ground and braced myself for my Mistress to mount me on my back. When we heard the go signal, I held my breath for a couple of seconds and waited for my Mistress. I felt her tap my back and I knew instantly she’d jump on and cemented my feet! “Good job! HA!” and with that I started running with my Mistress’ legs wrapped around my waist and clutching her knees. I heard some Mistresses cussing, faint disappointed female voices. I just kept running, looking at the ground from the small gap of my horsey helmet, checking my footing. It was sandy and made it hard to run fast without stumbling, I was trying to keep my balance, “Keep it together slave! Slow down a bit or we’ll fall!” And I slowed down a bit at a more comfortable speed. As instructed by my Mistress I followed where she turned my shoulders. I thought it would be hard with all the running, but I felt like a good horsey to my equestrian queen. All throughout the course I could hear faint voices, cries of despair and disappointment, cussing and shouting, yelling instructions, “Faster worthless slave! Faster!” But my Mistress remained calm and focused and this helped me focus on my footing. I just shut out the voices of the others. My Mistress firmly clutched both my shoulders. I paid close attention to her moving my shoulders, with every turn, left, move to the left, straight, just keep straight, I was just mentally talking to myself. “HA! HA! HA!” She started kicking with her right leg, and I knew we were almost through the finish line! “HA! HA! FASTER! HA!” And I just gave it all the strength that I had left and ran like my Mistress’ life depended on it! I could feel her leaning closer to my back and fell silent and gripped my shoulders tighter! I followed her too, leaning forward as if to extend my head out. I felt like my arms were almost about to touch the ground! Then I just felt her let go and cried out “WOO!” I felt her throwing her fist in the air! My arms suddenly felt touching the ground and I stumbled, still with my Mistress on my back! I fell to my front, the horse head fell from my head and my Mistress was still on top of me, still crying out in triumph. She gave me a pat on the back and whispered in my ear, “You did well my slave. I’m so proud of you.” It was heart-warming how she said it. I felt so much pride in myself. She told me we finished second on the pony race. And for that I was given the liberty to rest the rest of the day, to bask in the warm sun for the rest of the day with my Mistress. My Mistress was just glowing with pride. Her lips had a faint smile on them all day. Her eyes glittered with our first victory.

I slept well and woke up fresh the next day. Just like the other sub/slaves in the casa, I was wearing only my collar and a leash that my Mistress tugged. I had to eat on the floor by her feet from a dish. My Mistress was checking on me while I ate. “Do you want to have some more, slave?”

“No thank you, Mistress.” I said shyly noting her concern that made my insides knot. “It’s hard to move around with a full stomach, Mistress.” And she nodded in approval at this.

For the next game the 5 remaining sub/slaves had to be tied to a pole under the scorching Spanish sun. His arms extended above his head to be left there to bake for an hour. Then he will be belted by his Mistress. The sub/slave has to guess whether the mistress used her left or right hand with the belt. This can be tricky because all Mistresses in the Black FemDom community were well training with using both left and right hand for hitting, it was a common practice for them. Plus baking under the hot sun for an hour, a hit on the skin would be amplified by the sensitive sunburnt skin. And there’s the dizzying heat, that would make it hard to focus. The sub/slaves will be given 20 lashes each. Only the 3 who got the most correct guesses would go to the finals. We were separated from our Mistresses when the Mistress of ceremonies were giving the instructions of the game, to make sure the Mistresses will not be giving instructions to the sub/slaves, immediately after we were taken to the stage to be tied to the poles. We were stretched and were on our toes when we were tied. Only a few minutes on I could just feel the sun burning on my skin. I cussed myself for being white, and I can already feel flushed. I was trying to relax, focusing on my Mistress, our previous holiday in an Alaskan cruise to watch the Aurora Borealis, trying to recall the feeling of the Alaskan air on my face. I just closed my eyes and pictured myself back in Alaska with my Mistress. Our conversations running through my head, making me smile. Trying to recall the scent of pine trees in the air, it was just so relaxing. I think I must have dozed off because I felt a firm hand lightly slap me on the cheek. I woke up from my sweet dream. Then the man who interrupted my daze told me to shout if my Mistress used her right hand or left. As he backed away from me there was a sudden sting on my back, “Right!” then another, “Right!” and another, “Left!” I mentally counted the lashes to keep my mind awake. I have to stay focused. I have to make my Mistress proud. I love seeing the joy in her eyes when we won yesterday. Her joy was just intoxicating.

I was a naughty slave and I get punished by my Mistress a lot! I never thought it would be good practice for this event. I came to know the difference between her right hand hit from the left hand hit, whether she was using a backhand smash or just a good ol’ smash. It was like reading from a book! I just instantly knew.

A slave ran to me to unchain me from my pole. I fell to his shoulder and he whispered, “That was great! How did you do that?” I looked at his still in a daze and just didn’t understand what he meant. And I looked at my Mistress with her chin up and smiling victorious. She looked at me and she gave me an approving nod and smiled. I knew then I have made her proud again.

I was helped by the slave on a bench. The ice cold water he gave me was a relief on my parched throat. There was a cold bag on the back of my neck to help me cool down. And my lashes were being treated with anti-septic, I didn’t know my right butt cheek was bleeding a bit. As I lay on my chest on the bench, I saw a familiar pair of heels in front of me. I looked up at her and my Mistress leaned down to plant a tender kiss on my forehead, “You did perfect.” and walked away. I was just smiling to myself and fell on a deep sleep.

The next morning my arms were stiff, most likely from being bound for more than an hour on the pole. I got worried because I didn’t know how else to compete with my tired arms! As my protocol whenever I was with my Mistress, I had to be up and ready for her by 7AM. By that she meant, showered and fresh as a daisy, sitting patiently, on my knees and both hands on my lap, on the floor just waiting for her to come and get me to have breakfast with her.

It was the final event of the competition. It was just down to 3 Ebony Mistresses and their slaves. The slaves were led to the garden. Across the garden was what seemed like a bazaar, stalls full of different stuff. I spotted my Mistress from across the lawn on the patio in her flowy white sundress, a white wide-brimmed straw hat and dark sunglasses. All the other Mistresses were on the patio looking on, all wearing white and a cocktail in hand. A slave handed us an identical list of 5 items, red lipstick, hand cream, toothpaste, flowers and pastry. We had to go to the market and pick out the specific brand, color or kind that our Mistress likes or would prefer. Our Mistresses already wrote their answers and the list were with the Mistress of ceremonies. We have 10 minutes to go shopping for our Mistress. All of a sudden we just heard the gunshot signaling the start of the 10 minutes!

The 3 of us ran to the same stall full of makeup. We were mumbling to ourselves trying to think which one our Mistress uses, which shade of red, what brand? I recall the first time I was her sissy she showed me how a proper girl puts on her lipstick. Dior Rouge 999! “Ha!” I gave myself a mental pat on the back. #2 hand cream. I love the smell of lavender on my Mistress’ hands. I knew it was lavender because my mother also loved lavender scents so my nose has been accustomed to that lovely scent. Luckily there was just one brand of hand cream on the stall that had lavender and it was a brand I knew she loves. #3 toothpaste. Toothpaste? Toothpaste! That’s easy! I always cleaned her bathroom. #4 flowers. This I am not familiar with. I never saw my Mistress as the girly, hearts and flowers type. However I seem to notice her smile when she sees irises. Iris! And last pastries. This is a difficult one. I know how my Mistress loves pastries and sweets and cakes. It’s a wonder how she maintains her perfect figure. This seemed a trick question to me. I know she loves Danish. However she loves cinnamon rolls simply because she knows I hate them. So I would go with cinnamon rolls.