I had only been in the home of the Black Voodoo Queen for a few hours, but I had already kissed her ass and licked her asshole. Drank her piss and thanked her for allowing me to do it. Begged her to enslave me and agreed to live under a system of Black Supremacy. I had eaten her very hairy Black pussy to several orgasms, and agreed we would marry one day, but little did I realize that the strangest things were yet to come.

At the moment I was in her shower. Her spit drying on my face. The taste of my own cum on my tongue. She had jerked me off while spitting on my face, then made me lick my cum from her fingers and hand. I thanked her for doing it. My thank you was sincere too. I told her how exciting it was to be given pleasure while being shown I was her inferior in every way.

She had told me that the Voodoo goddess of love had selected me for her as her perfect mate. That our desires would prove to be a perfect match. What one of us wanted would be something the other wanted to do. I had been guided to her house as if in a trance. Just having a strong feeling that I was doing what was right. The Voodoo goddess had told her to expect a white boy to show up eager to be her slave, and it turned out to be me.

Now we exited her shower. She handed me a towel, instructing me to dry her. As I did so, I suddenly realized that so much had happened, but I didn’t even know her name. So, I first finished the task of drying her body that she had given me, I understood that obedience must come first. Then I dropped to my knees, lowered my head and said, “My Queen. How should I address you? May I know your name”?

She looked surprised at first. Then she laughed her sweet musical little laugh that I already had grown to love and said, “Ha! You are right. I never told you my name. How could I have forgotten? The excitement of owning you I guess, and you asked me so sweetly and submissively. Showing your Black owner the respect she is due. How could I refuse? My name is Vonda. You may address me as Queen Vonda, but you must always bow your head as you say it.”

“Of course, Queen Vonda,” I said while bowing my head. “Not bowing my head while saying your sacred name had never even occurred to me.”

She clapped her hands together in delight. “Oh! You have so much potential for total submission. You have the instincts to be a great slave. You hardly need training at all. The Voodoo goddess chose well when she picked you to become my property. Do not tell me your name. That name is part of your old life. That life is over. I shall give you a new name. A feminine name, I think”. She put on a wicked smile and said, it will be a name I will use in public. I shall take you to stores and tell the salesclerk; This is Mary or Jane or whatever name I chose for you. He’s my bitch and we’re here to buy him some panties. Would you like that”?

“If it pleased you, yes”.

“Good answer,” she laughed. “Besides I don’t think you want a choice. Showing I own you in public is something I would discover very satisfying. So, I’m certain you will enjoy showing you are owned as much as I. The goddess wouldn’t have chosen you if it were not so! Am I right?”

She was. Being exhibited as her slave in public places sounded thrilling, but I didn’t believe in Voodoo goddesses. It was all just fabulous coincidence that we were such a good match. I told her she was correct.

She looked thoughtful and said, “You have earned a little something for your devotion. I will allow you to pick your own new name. A female name. I want you to participate in becoming what you will become. Think about it and suggest something in the next day or so. Until then, I shall just call you boy. Now ome to the bedroom. I have a little surprise for you.”

I followed her to her bedroom. We were both naked and she sat me on her bed, standing close to me. “I know you do not yet believe in the Voodoo goddess. That’s okay. In less than five minutes you will believe. I guarantee it.”

Not knowing what to say to that I remained silent.

“First, have you not noticed you have unusual virility and stamina today? You have cum several times and each time it has been a big creamy load. Not a dribble like you would expect after cumming several times in a few hours. Second, have you not noticed that you stay hard or become hard again seconds later?”

I had noticed that, but I chalked it up to her exciting beauty. Queen Vonda was my fantasy woman. The sort of woman a man imagines fucking his brains out in his dreams. She didn’t have the kind of beauty that would get her on magazine covers.

Her skin was too dark for a racist society to put on a magazine cover. Her features, while pleasant and attractive were a bit too African for white magazine editors. Her breasts were very large and her ass enormous. She was around 6’4 and probably around 250 pounds with muscular shoulders and legs. You could see just by looking at her that she was physically strong. Stronger than me I was certain as I am slender and almost a foot shorter than she. She looked like an NFL linebacker with a pretty face, big tits, and huge ass. She was the most exciting woman I had ever seen.

Replying to her question I said, “Yes my Queen, I noticed but that is because you are so gorgeous.”

“Aww, you say the sweetest things, but that is not the real reason. The goddess knows I have a nearly insatiable sex drive. No ordinary man could keep up with it. To allow you to be perfect for me, she gifted you with the stamina to do it.”

“Um…sure,” I said still thinking it nonsense.

“She flashed a big smile. You still do not believe. I find out, the goddess understands. Neither of us are angry with you, but now you will get proof you will not be able to deny. You see, the goddess also gifted me with the power to do this…”

She lifted her hands upwards and started chanting in a language I didn’t understand. Suddenly I felt dizzy, and the room started spinning. It only lasted a few seconds and then I felt fine…but different. She motioned for me to stand up and look at myself in the full-length mirror in the corner. When I did, my eyes widened in surprise, shock, and awe.

My facial features were similar. I could recognize myself, but they were softer, more feminine. My hair had grown at least a foot in length and now reached my shoulders. I was that I had grown a pair of large breasts. Not as large a Vonda’s but still bigger than average. I absentmindedly noticed I had large nipples. Funny how the mind works under stress. My hips were wider and my ass bigger and rounder. It came as no surprise when I looked between my legs and saw my cock had vanished and I now had a pussy. II had become a woman!

You might have expected me to be horrified or scared of what had happened. I suppose that might be the normal reaction, but I was neither. I knew Vonda loved me, and that whatever happened next, it would be for the best.

Queen Vonda spun me around, so I was no longer looking in the mirror but looking at her. At first, she seemed the same. Her face, hair, breasts and ass all unchanged. Then I looked between her legs. She still had her hairy bush, but instead of a pussy a large, at least ten but probably eleven- or twelve-inch, hard Black cock pointed at me lewdly.

Almost as if I could read her mind, I knew what she was going to do. She swept me up into her arms as if I weighed nothing. Carried me to her bed. Positioned me on my hands and knees. Got behind me and mounted me.

I could feel her hard black cock push its way past my pussy lips as she penetrated me. There was no pain, apparently my female body was not virginal. No pain, just a pleasant feeling of being filled as she entered me. Her cock felt warm inside me, and I could feel the walls of my vagina stretch to take every inch of her.

Then, she was all the way inside me. I could feel her balls resting against my ass. She just held herself there for several seconds, letting me get used to and enjoy the feeling of having a cock inside me. It was probably my imagination, but I thought I could feel it throbbing.

Then she started pushing in and out with long gentle strokes. A warm feeling filled my vagina. Her cock was rubbing against what must have been my clit and that warm feeling slowly grew even stronger. So, this is what a woman feels when she’s being fucked, I thought. Nice.

She started making her strokes a little faster and I moved my hips in response to her thrusts. I heard a voice in the distance. It must have been my voice although I didn’t realize I was speaking. “Fuck me harder,” it said.

She did fuck me harder and soon I was moaning. My clit was sending waves of pleasure to all the nerves in my pussy. I was saying “Yes! Yes! Yes!” over and over.

Then it happened. My first female orgasm. My pussy gushed juices, a wave of pleasure swept my mind away and all I could think of was the hard black cock inside me. It was different from a male orgasm. Not as intense, but it lasted so much longer.

I felt a warm wetness inside me. Vonda had shot her load into me. A large creamy one I was sure. That thought triggered a second orgasm in me. I felt I was sinking into a bottomless sea of pleasure. Finally, I relaxed.

Vonda pulled out of me and put her cock to my lips. “Clean it white bitch,” she said. “Clean your Master’s big Black cock”.

I sucked it. I could taste a mix of my pussy juice and her cum on it. I greedily cleaned it, which, of course aroused her. Hard again she soon shot a load of cum into my mouth and I swallowed every drop. Incredibly she was still hard. She had me lay on my back. She lifted and spread my legs and I rested them on her shoulders. She entered me from the front this time and I could look into her eyes as she fucked me. I saw pure lust in them. She wanted to fuck me with every ounce of desire it was possible for a human to have. I am sure she could see the same in mine. I wanted her to fuck me forever. That of course was impossible, but her shooting another load into me and me having another orgasm was very possible. We came together and she lay down beside me.

We were both tired now. She was stroking my breasts and playing with my nipples as we rested. It felt good.

“You know,” she said, “if I were to leave you this way you might get pregnant and have my baby.”

“What?” I said.

“Oh yes. Your female body is fully functionable and very fertile. If I leave you unchanged you probably would get pregnant. Would you like that? Bearing my children? The child will be exactly the same no matter which of us is the mother or father. Perhaps after we are married, I will let you be the mother of our children. Maybe we will take turns. We shall see.”

While my mind tried to absorb what she had just said, she raised her hands and started chanting in that strange language. I was a man again.

“Now,” she said. “You are gonna give me the pleasure I just gave you. Pushing me down she slid her pussy onto my cock and rode me to orgasm. While she did that she spit on my face repeatedly, telling me I was an inferior white. I thanked her for her spit.

We had sex all night long. After every orgasm either of us had, I was required to perform some act that showed I accepted her dominance, embraced Black Supremacy, and fully believed we were not equals, but that she was my superior.

I drank s lot of her piss that night and discovered she had been telling the truth when she said it would be like a narcotic. Something I would crave. I licked a lot of ass, also something I craved. I asked her to spit on me, and fart in my face. Once, she had me put my lips around her asshole, make a seal, and she farted into my mouth, making me swallow the gas. I liked that and thanked her, just as I made sure I thanked her for everything. I did a lot of begging, pleading, kneeling and crawling. It was wonderful.

Finally, we reached our limit. The sun was rising, and we were both exhausted.

We were laying in each other’s arms drifting off to sleep when I said, “Jennifer.”

“Huh”? Queen Vonda said feeling a bit confused.

“Jennifer,” I repeated. “I would like you to name me Jennifer”

“Mmm, very well. I like that name. You will be Jennifer.”

“One more thing if I may.”

“What”?

“Tomorrow please show me how to thank the goddess for all that she has done for me.”