Mandingo Family Day
                       TJ Ryder
                   http://www.midnightx.com/

   All the sissymaids scheduled for weekend shift at Club Mandingo
were attending a management meeting, including Timmy, who had
worked there now almost two years.  He was sitting in the front
row feeling a little too conscious of today's sissy dress code.

   The young, buxom, beautiful and smart marketing manager stood up
in front of a wallboard to explain the latest changes.

   Timmy hesitated to cross his legs but at the same time
felt she was looking with a little smirk at his  penis and
testicles in the latest humiliating bathing suit, and his bright
lavendar stockings and garter belt would definitely catch her eye
and that would mean she knew he was embarassed at displaying his
'manhood' to her, and he grimaced because that was silly.
Here he was, a white boy, slim, slender and bleach blonde like
most of the other sissymaids, mostly in womens clothes, and he
knew every woman who walks into the Mandingo is only interested
in big black cock, and he was embarassed at her glance down
at his cock and balls.

  'Ahem'  she said, and everyone sat upright.

   "Well, staff, last year's mother/daughter day was such a success that
wev'e expanded it this year.  It's now Mandingo Family Day!"

   That brought a rumbling of chatter for a moment.

  "Now I know some of you don't like it, but there will be
younger teenage family members and while we hope their
parent or parents have prepped them before they get here, they
are paying guests and in these tough times we have to go the extra
mile.  So be prepared to be looked on as role models and advisors some times!"

   Timmy groaned. 

   "On the bright side, we offered several Black, all-male colleges
a introductory break on the rates as usual, plus the fleet is in, so we
should get young black sailors and marines!"  There were some sighs of
relief and muffled giggles at that.

   "And for the first time, we offered several East coast girls
colleges special rates too, plus several high schools.  Wer'e
going to check ids and ages very carefully but be on the lookout!"

  Wally, ie Wallis, raised his hand, the red nail polish reflecting
and catching her eye.

   "Um, ma'am,  when you said teen family members, did you mean
girls and boys?"

   She smiled, "Yes, wev'e always enjoyed teen daughters coming here
with their mother and sometimes even their fathers, but this is the
first year wev'e invited the teen boys! We expect a few. That's what I
meant about your being role models!"

   "Um, but ma'am, what did you mean about their being prepared?"

   "Oh, this is part of the interracial blended family counseling
service I taught in a high school.  That's where I got the idea
for including it at the club, since its very related!"

   She paused, and showed them some pictures and statistics on
the board. 

   "You see, this trend is white women, many times married, and black men,
(smile); obviously this is our target market.  But even though we
try to keep white couples to stay married, mainly for our self interest
since most of our revenue comes one way or the other from cuckold husbands
there is also the marriages that fail, and sometimes
the wives who prefer black only like so many, will end up
marrying their black lover. Frequently they have custody of
the children by their white ex husband.  And then unfortunately we
lose a customer at our resorts.  Ex-husbands will not pay for
rooms at the Mandingo and they don't have to!"

   She smiled brightly, "But there is a need still.  Many of their
ex wives who have gone black, even living with a black man, well, they
miss the amenities, income, social life, and of course, the sissy cuckold
in attendance, which is where you staff sissies come in!  The question
is how to get their ex husband to pay for it!  Well, our blended
family seminars are offered during the weekend, and we help their husbands,
teenage sons and daughters to adjust to a black man being the
new 'man of the house.'"

   "The children probably have never seen their father in a subservient
role to black men, although some have; and may resent their mother's
decision and the new black bull at the table.  Now we have success
of course getting the teen white girl interested in black men, but
the white boys need some encouragement.  And we are only accepting
white boys who have passed the basic tests and their first day here
they are evaluated by our resident couselor.  And if they don't
pass they can't stay at the club's premises, although we have
an arrangement for the family to stay at another resort!"

   "Um,"  Timmy had to raise his hand, "What, um, kind of tests
and um prep work are you talking about?"

   "Good question, Timmy!  Basically the same things we look for in
staff sissies but just the basics.  We only take white boys with the potential
to be good sissies in a blackruled family.  And sometimes even those
are just not ready yet.  So be aware of that when you meet the guests!"

   "Um, ma'am, you don't practice, well, discipline on them?"

   She laughed, "no, we'd be sued!  It's not like you gyrls! No, the info
packet we send to their families has been prepared by professionals.
If the boy isn't already in panties, eyeliner and lipstick with
a buttplug in and chastity belt, then he isn't ready! (Chuckle)
 Even so we suggest his mother use a medium strapon on him regularly for
the month before the visit!  But after evaluation, no buttplugs for those
newbie teens in the public areas!"

   "Ooohhhh!"  Timmy blushed. 

   After the meeting ended, the maids mumbled as they gathered outside
waiting for their shift to begin.

   Wallis was first to voice his concerns, "You know of course the tips
are going to be lousy this weekend!"

   "Why so?"

   "Theyr'e bringing their own sissies, you stupid fairy!  And Miss
Ballbuster there wants us to train them so they can work for free
and we get zip!"

   "Oh come on, Wallis," Fred/Fredericka said.  "That's not that many
compared to everyone else.  All the students and sailors and college girls!"

  "Oh yeah, and how much dough do they spend on tips? Wake up girls,
cus after this weekend I'd be looking for a new gig if this economy
wasn't so sucky!"

   While he was helping set up tables on Saturday morning with only
a few guests having arrived yet, Timmy took a break and leaned
on the bar of the tiki hut near the poolside.

   Fred came over wearing a sheer microskirt over his chastity belted
blue balls, just like his were.

   "What do you think, Timmy, is Wallis right about the tips?"

   "Well, the club wouldn't be doing it if it wasn't going to make
money!"

   "Yes, for the club, sure, but for us?"

   "I know!" he said ruefully.

   Wearing the most revealing thong the club had ever devised, Timmy
was working the beach side of the club an hour later and was encouraged
by another new demographic the marketing department was sending
invites to.  Arabs!

   "Madame?"  He sighed, looking down at the woman kneeling
on the sand wearing a chadour, albeit somewhat see through!
oOhh, he groaned, she was positively luscious, seeing the
outline of her body, and she was smiling, inside the thin
cloth.

   "Hi," she said, with a little accent!  "My husband is playing
cards and I was hoping introduce me to nubian man, is my first time
accompanying him!"

  "Oh, sure, I'd be glad to!  Do you see any guest in particular
you'd like to meet?"  Her beautiful black eyes gazed at the tiki bar
where several groups of black studs gathered and joked.

   "I cannot tell; their penises are in sacks and not erect!
I want at least two black Nubians to come to my room and they must
be like this!"  She took out a 12 inch wooden ruler.
"Here take this with you! And thick, like your arm! Not little
penis like you! Big black penis with big balls filled with
man-milk for me!  I want spend all day with big black Nubians!
Afterwards I call for a white sissyboy tongue cleaning also!"

   "Y-yes ma'am, but...!" He didn't know how to make an intro
to a bunch of bulls who can't even see how gorgeous this woman was
unless he's standing right over her!

   "Is problem?  I was told this good place for big black nubian
penis!"

   "Yes, of course, but normally, I would tell a guest that
a lady would like to buy him a drink, and well, he'd ask who and I'd
point to you; but of course you see, he can't really tell what you
look like!"

   "Is this drink, is it alcohol?  That is forbidden, I cannot.
And I must wear this outside!  But is not problem," she reached into
another fold of her robe and took out a bright gem, a diamond!

   "Is worth much, they can have it after I am pleasured by big
black penis!"

   He took it, shaking his head, and walked back to the bar, where
Shamus the big black bartender looked at him oddly. 

   "No drink order, Timmy?"

   "No drinks, no orders, nothing except this...!  She wants a
gangbang!"

   He displayed the 12 inch ruler and the diamond, and Shamus' eyes
opened wide.

   "Oh yeahhh," he smiled, looking at it critically, "don't worry, Timmy,
we won't forget your cut!"

   "What are you doing?"

   "Calling for a replacement, and a couple of horsehung bruthas.
Watch the bar for a minute will you?"

   "Sure," he said, watching him pocket the diamond and walk out to
the sand.  "That was easy," he thought, and wondered what his cut
would be.

   "Sure sir," he said an hour later as he went up to room 12b with some
towels  "I'll be right up there!"  A gorgeous stacked woman in her
early forties motioned him over as he put a couple warm towels over
his arm.

   "Yes madame!"

   "Hello, Timmy is it?"  He didn't remember her but she had been there
before or she wouldn't remember him.

   "Yes ma'am!"

   "If your'e really busy, and just need help doing deliveries,
you can use my son, Larry, or I call him Larissa!  He needs the practice
anyway!"

   He groaned inwardly, caught in a decision to make.  Normally he
would decline, but hearing the briefing, he was supposed to encourage
sissy training this weekend.

   "Um, well, madame, I don't, well, um, where is he?"

   She called and a young teen blonde boy came out of the pool, drying himself
off.

   She beamed with pride at boy, who was wearing lip gloss, earrings,
tongue stud, nipple rings and a chastity belt with a waist harness.

   "Yes mother?"

   "I want you to meet Timmy!"  She chuckled, "In fact you should be
flattered Timmy. I patterned Larry's training after seeing you here!"

   "Hello, Larry, " he smiled. "If you want to help, and we need the
help, I should probably accompany you on the first couple trips!"

   "Oh sure," he smiled, "that'd be just great!"

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   While walking across the quadrangle carrying towels,  Timmy noticed
how similar he was to the boy, separated by ten years.

   "So, um, Timmy, does your mom, well...?"

   "Spank and sissify me, you bet," he laughed.  "But I am really
looking forward to learning from you, Timmy!"

   "Um, well, before we get up there, and it might just be delivering
towels, or be something else!"

   "I know, I do maid service around my house lots of times when
Mom has her women's club over, with all their black masters!"

   "Oh, and your father, um, your real father?"

   "He's number one sissy, but he doesn't practice it with strangers.
That's why mom trained me she says!"

   "Um, okay, but have you ever, well, done cleanup?"

   "OH sure!"

   "And you wear a buttplug now?"  The boy nodded.

   "Is that a problem, should I remove it?"

   "Well, can you?"  he wasn't sure if he even wanted the boy to
take it off but that was the new rules for the day.
  By wearing it he was unavailable for getting pumped by
a big black cock, that's why he sometimes wore one even when it wasn't
required.

   When they got to the room, he looked around and saw a sleeping redhead
on one bed, and a big black bull watching a ball game laying spreadeagle
on the other bed.

   "Aw yeah, two sissies for one, haw haw!  A don care which but
yo can leave dose towels.  Cuz bofe me an mah woman only lahk tongue
cleaning, haw haw haw!"

   Timmy licked his lips at the smeared white mess all around his
huge flaccid genitals. 

   "Tell you what, dat college gal be unconscious for a while
so leave her alone till she wakes, probly an hour at least cuz ah
pumped her hard and she say she never had any cock before let alone
mah black detroit piston!  You kin bofe work on me, front and back,
and fact is ah could take seconds and Pammy probly too sore for it
anyway!"

   Larry looked wide eyed at the huge bull but waited for Timmy
to make the call, only then his beeper went off.  It was Shamus
the bartender.  That was priority.

   "Um, sir, I have a priority call, um, Larry, do you think you could...!"

   Larry smiled, "no problem, sir, I'll be happy to!"

   After he reluctantly left, wondering what Shamus wanted, but calls
between staff were supposed to be honored, Larry stood
by the bed, uncertain what the big man expected.

   "Wow, you just a boy, ainchu, kid?  Cute sissy though. Whachu got
there?"

   "Um, a, um, buttplug, sir!"

   "Take it off, ah might need to check out dat butt if you tongue do
the job ah got planned raht!"

   "Y-yes sir!"
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