The black mamba is a very deadly snake. In fact, if memory serves me correct, it is the most venomous snake in the world. A fitting comparison to my black mistress with her sadistic personality and wicked whipping skills, anyone is as good as dead when crossed paths with her.

 

I met my black mistress way back when I was still 18. I have had other mistresses and masters before I met my black mistress, but I only served them online. I met my black mistress online, just like the others. I took the bold step to send her a message and try to get to know her. In a few weeks I came to know her as a straight forward no nonsense strict disciplinarian. I was still taking my major back then so I didn’t have much time with her. But even with the little time I spent with my black mistress, even online, I made sure to please her. But even online her sadistic personality could still be felt. She made sure I would be disciplined at all times. She does like a bit of naughtiness but will not tolerate disobedience.

 

One time I was given the reward to jerk off on the picture she sent me. But instead of using my usual left hand I have to use my non-dominant right hand and had to send her a video when I cum. I had to do the task by the end of the day after my school. When I got home I was really aching for release. Seeing my black mistress’ picture earlier and imagining all the things she could do with meal day, I was ready to cum for her. And I did, really hard. I sent her the video knowing she will be impressed with how hard I came for her. I immediately received a response from her. She was indeed impressed with how much cum I had for her. But then again I forgot her one condition; I was to use my non-dominant right hand to jerk off! Yikes! Of course I had to apologize for my stupidity. Really I couldn’t just help myself, I finally had her permission to jerk off and cum on her picture. My black mistress posing for me, waiting for me to cum on her perfectly shaped dark tits, smiling invitingly at me, looking into my eyes telling me to cum for her pleasure. Who wouldn’t be tipped off with those thoughts in your head running all day long? My small dick was twitching all day! I can’t wait to get home and lock myself in my room and look at my black mistress again to get my release. So as punishment for my bumbling mistake, I am not allowed to cum for the whole week. Plus I had to give my ass 5 spanks every single day for the whole week using my non-dominant right hand to remind me which is my non-dominant hand. If I fail to do so, given her sadistic nature, I’m pretty sure she could think of an even more severe punishment for me. I have to give her my best, I always give her my best, nothing but the best for my black mistress. And when I gave myself a wimpy spank she’d make me repeat all 5 spanks. But I wanted to really impress her so I would add 5 more since I did not impress her on the first set. This is just how strict she is. It works for me. She made me a disciplined man that I am, not committing the same mistakes because I get punished enough to have my mistake sink in my head.

 

After I graduated and got my degree, of course my black mistress was very proud of her little baby boy for getting a diploma, I was already free to do as I wish. The first thing I could think of was to be with my black mistress. As a graduation present, I asked my parents that I want to go to London and find work there. They bought me a ticket to London, packed my bags and flew to London to finally meet my dark goddess and worship her. When I told her I finally moved to London, she was excited about finally meeting me. After 2 years of constant communications online, we were finally going to meet face to face. I can finally be with my black mistress and be at her feet to worship her.

 

The day finally came and I was agitated, worrying what to wear, what to give her as a tribute to impress her, what if she didn’t like me? Oh my god! I made sure every hair was shaved off my body and I was properly primped. I have to look my best, nothing but the best for my black mistress! She deserves the best. I want to be the best Asian slave for her. And as the day dragged on, this is it! I was finally going to meet her. I sat at the table that I reserved for us, nervously waiting for her. It was the most nail-biting experience of my life! I was constantly checking my watch, hoping she would not be late. And then the door opened again for the Nth time and in walked the most captivating woman I have ever seen, in her short black dress and her black stilettos, my black mistress was just stunning. I slowly stood from my seat as she walked towards me. It was just like in the movies, all was in slow motion. I didn’t notice my jaw dropped because she then reached for my chin and gently pushed it up. She was just smiling at me, amused with my reaction.

 

And that was how we finally met face to face for the very first time. It was a memorable night, truly one of the highlights of my life. Then she asked if I already have a job in London. I confessed I am still looking but then I already had scheduled interviews with companies. She was clearly disappointed that I did not have a job before I moved to London. I knew my black mistress will tolerate this but I really wanted to just be with her. So the next day she told me to come to her apartment. I did as I was told and I went to the address she gave me. Sure enough I would have a taste of her deliciously sadistic punishment for disappointing her yet again. But I am good with it I know my black mistress is doing this for her own pleasure and for my benefit as well. Mostly I want what my goddess wants for me.

As I stepped in her apartment, it was what I expected it to be, all neat and organized. She made some space in the living room for a big wooden X with cuffs on all 4 ends. I knew then that she had prepared this specially for me. My black mistress was wearing a black leather corset that made her boobs seem to overflow. I had to fight the urge to ask her to smother me on them. Her rounded voluptuous ass was covered in black shiny latex and her long legs in black fishnet stockings and thigh high black leather boots. I can’t help but wonder how her heels feel like digging on my chest. I snapped out of my day dreaming when I heard her in her stern voice, “Strip and stand there.” pointing at the X in the middle of the room. I was scurrying to get out of my clothes and out of the way.

 

“Fold your clothes neatly on the couch you slob!” I apologized to my black mistress, picked up my clothes and folded them on the couch.

 

She then cuffed both my wrists and ankles on the wooden X. I felt exposed and vulnerable to her. Then she walked to the table and I noticed something black coiled on the table, she picked it up then I just heard a sudden whoosh and crack! Oh my god, it’s a whip! My black mistress looked hot when she cracked her whip again as she walked towards me. “You will get 3 lashes of my whip every single day until you get a job here. And not just any job, but a proper one! Do you understand?”

 

I nodded nervously, “Yes Mistress.” with that she stepped back and walked to my back. I could hear her whip hitting the floor.

 

“I want you to count you worthless slave.”

 

Then I heard the crack of her whip and the sting that followed on my ass, “One Mistress!” Then another, “Two Mistress!” whoosh and crack, “Three Mistress! Thank you, Mistress!”

 

I could hear her heels clacking on the wooden floor of her apartment. Then she stood in front of me and asked me, “So where have you sent applications to so far?” As she coiled her whip in her hand and sat on the couch in front of me. I told her about the companies I had appointments with.