I once saw another white sissy knelt just like I was at his black Masters feet in a collar and leash. Arms on thighs with palms up. I saw he was cryin.... His eyes were red and swollen and my clit hardened in its cage. Being used, having superior males explain in great detail why you are being used as a sex object flicks a switch in my inferior brain and puts me completely at the level of where I should be in pleasing my black Masters. They are Gods. They are far superior to any white person on. "Can you hear anything Friend Singh?" she asked as she entered the room."Is there any trace of what you are looking for now that you haverejoined her body to who she was?"Singh had retired to a corner and now rested in an armchair with carvedwooden armrests. He was leaning towards her with his elbows resting onthe edges and his hands clasped beneath his chin."There is nothing there for me to read yet, Lady M'Tehr," he said. "Sheis like the others. Whatever wrought these changes in her also. Touch it?" she asked me, still unsure of what she could and could not do to my mysterious organ. "Yeah, if you want," I replied. She moved forward and brushed her fingers against it. Naturally, it twitched from the attention. She began to explore its surface more with her hands. It was unfamiliar to her. She wasn't touching me to pleasure me as much as to satisfy curiosity, to see what it felt like. I let her explore the skin around the head, down around the side of my penis. She pulled it away. An’ they keep track by airplane and round ‘em up an’ herd ‘em on trailbikes. Got near 20 hands agin. Some o’em wimmen.”A record number of young Australian women are signing up for jobs as cattle hands on vast outback farms.Ranch owners are facing acute recruitment problems because so many young men are being lured into the booming mining industry.Farmers are now reporting a surge of interest from women in their late teens and early 20s.They are willing to give up jobs in the city for life in.