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Confessions of a Blackmailed Widow


"How did I let it come to this?"

This is the question that fills my thoughts as I find myself in my current predicament. It is the question I reflect on to try to take my thoughts away from the pain emanating from my bare nipples, which are being harshly pinched by the clamps of a skirt hanger. I'm sure I would be a sight to behold, naked, my clamped nipples hanging from the bar in this closet, my arms tied behind my back, my legs tied at the knees and ankles, balancing on two softballs beneath my feet, my entire weight supported solely by my nipples. My legs and arms ache. And yet my mind wanders.

"It's all his fault."

Yes, my late husband is to blame for this. When he died six months ago, I stood to receive his vast estate, or so I thought. I remember my shock when I found out that in order to receive my share of the estate, I would have to earn it by working as a secretary for the president of my late husband's company. Not only that, but I had to remain employed for a period of no less than a year to receive 50% of the estate, with the remainder coming in 10% increments for every year of employment after that. But my anger turned to offense when the final stipulation in his will was that I had to remain celibate the entire time I was employed by his company.

My feet begin to go numb, and I fight to maintain my balance, my nipples protesting in pain as the softballs beneath my feet begin to shift slightly. Trying to ignore the pain, I refocus my thoughts to the events of the last 48 hours. Two nights ago, I was invited to a dinner party by the new president of the company and two of the top sales executives. The evening was fairly uneventful and the conversation was boring in all honesty. In fact, my only significant memory was of feeling surprisingly lightheaded after a few glasses of wine. When I woke hours later, I was being driven home by Anita, the president of the company. She told me that I had ******, and that they agreed it was best to let me relax it off. When I begin to regain consciousness, Anita felt it was safe to take me home. I was very grateful for the ride as the pounding headache that I had would likely have made it impossible for me to drive myself.

"How long have I been hanging here?"

It feels like hours, though I know it has only been twenty or thirty minutes. The pain is almost unbearable. The sharp teeth of the clamps almost piercing my nipples. My breath is ragged at this point. I think back to earlier in the day, to when my fate was sealed.

I was called into Anita's office at noon. As I entered, I found Anita standing in front of her desk, looking as elegant as usual in her perfectly fitted gray business suit, her black silk blouse, her perfectly shaped legs encased in black silk stockings, the 4" black heels giving her legs extra definition, her steel gray eyes filled with equal parts passion and compassion, her amber hair gently flowing down, encasing her chiseled face like a picture frame. Without saying a word, she turned her computer monitor to face me and my heart froze. There on her screen was a video of the two sales executives having sex with me. What alarmed me the most is that I was obviously awake and enjoying it. I could hear my voice begging these men to use me over and over again. In shock, I looked at Anita, then back to the screen. As Anita turned the screen away from me, she pulled out a copy of my late husband's will.

"We both know that if this video were to find itself in the wrong hands, you would stand to lose millions. Isn't that true Rebecca?" Anita asked, a slight smile forming on her lips.

I was frozen. I could not move. I could not speak. I was in shock. It was then that I felt the back of her hand fiercely attacking the left side of my face, knocking me to the ground.

"You will answer me when I ask you a question, bitch!" Anita yelled.

From the floor, I looked up at her, filled with terror. "Y...y...yes, that's true!" I sobbed.

Anita placed her left foot beneath my chin and lifted my face so that our eyes met. "Yes what, bitch?" she asked coldly.

"Yes...Anita?" I offered, uncertain as to what she was suggesting. Feeling her pointed heel driving into my left breast told me that I had said the wrong thing.

"Try again, bitch."

I looked up at her, tears filling my eyes, and whimpered "Yes M...m...ma'am." Even as I said the words, I couldn't believe I was saying them.

Anita lowered her foot and walked behind her desk. I heard one of her drawers opening, and without warning, I was hit by a heavy leather dog collar. "Put this on now, bitch." Anita demanded.

Not wanting to risk further pain, I complied, pulling the tight collar around my neck and locking it in place. As I was doing so, Anita ordered me to stand up, which I did. She walked behind my and pulled my arms behind my back, and I could feel cold metal closing tightly around my wrists. It took only a second to realize my wrists had been cuffed. As Anita walked back in front of me, she leaned in and whispered in my ear, "You are my pet now, bitch, and you will do as I say or that video will find it's way to the estate lawyers. Am I clear?"

"Yes Ma'am" I said in a low voice.

Smiling, Anita turned back to her desk, then turned back to me holding a large pair of scissors. She moved closer to me, reaching for my navy silk blouse, pulling it from the waistband of my khaki knee-length skirt and began to cut it away from my body. As she cuts my blouse, she looks me in the eye and tells me that her pets are not allowed to wear clothes in her office except for a collar. I want to fight, to protest, but I am still in shock. Frozen with fear, I stand there and allow her to cut away my blouse and my skirt, my bra and panties and even the straps of my heels. She takes the remnants of my clothes and puts them in a brown paper bag, rolls it shut and writes "trash" on the side of the bag.

It was then that the knock on her door came. My eyes filled with overwhelming fear that someone might come in and see me naked in Anita's office. Anita looked surprised as well, until she remembered that she had a meeting at 1:00. Hurriedly, she pushed me into her closet, placing the clamps of the skirt hanger on my nipples and hanging me up like a piece of her clothing, putting the softballs under my feet merely to *** me. She closed the door only enough so that a slim crack of light could enter the closet.

That is how I got to this point. Hanging in the darkness, Anita had positioned herself so that she could see me through the slight opening of her closet door. This is why I cannot scream out, expressing the extreme pain I am in. This is why I must fight to maintain my balance, for if the balls were to slip from under my feet, the door would open further, exposing me to my co-workers who had gathered in Anita's office.

I can see Anita looking right at me, smiling mischievously. In her gaze, I realize that my life as I know it will forever change from this point on.

In the dark, time is meaningless. The void is filled with the sound of my whimpers, my nipples burning with a pain I've never before known. But to add to my ***, my ass is clenching onto the massive dildo that has been shoved inside of me. Given the *** I've endured so far, I know only that I cannot let that dildo slide from my ass. God only know what Anita would do to me if that were to happen.

My fears are alleviated when the door slowly opens, and I see Anita standing there, bathed in the light of the office behind her. She reaches around behind me, checking to see if the dildo was still in place. Finding it, she playfully pulls it out and pushes it back in a few times for good measure, causing me to squirm, increasing the *** on my nipples. After a few minutes, she removes the dildo, as I sight a breath of relief.

"Mmm, you are such good bitch." Anita coos. "Now that it's quitting time, we can really have some fun."

I find her comment more unsettling than exciting.

Anita reaches out and releases my nipples from their clamps. She then attaches a leash to my collar, and pulls me out of the closet. I hop behind her feverishly trying to keep up. She leads me to a private door in the far side of the office, which leads to the executive parking lot. Anita pulls me out into the parking lot and to her SUV. As I leave the privacy of the office, I panic, looking around wildly, praying no one comes through the lot. When we reach Anita SUV, she opens the hatch, and pulls out a black leather hood. "Open up, bitch." Anita says as she pushes the hood into my mouth. I comply and bite down on the mask, holding it while she pulls my hair into a ponytail on the top of my head. Once the ponytail is tied off, Anita yanks the hood from my mouth, and pulls it over my head, pulling the ponytail through the top of the hood. The eyes of the hood are mesh, allowing me to see out, but preventing those looking at me from seeing my eyes clearly. There is a zippered opening over my mouth, which is currently closed.

Once the hood is in place, she pushes me up into the rear of the SUV and orders me to turn and kneel, facing the rear. She pulls down something from the ceiling of the vehicle and ties my ponytail around it. When she's done, I realize that I can no longer move my head more than an inch or so in any direction. The the mesh coverings over my eyes, I can see Anita admiring her work as she closes the hatch. Seconds later, the SUV fires up and pulls away. However, the vehicle does not travel far before stopping. Now I can hear Anita speaking with someone, though the voices are muffled through the leather hood. Panic rises within me as I suddenly remember the guard station at the exit of the executive parking lot. Anita must be speaking with the guard. My whole body begins to tremble.

My fears are brought to life when I watch the hatch open, and I see Anita standing before me, a young female guard standing next to her. I want only to disappear, to hide, but I cannot move. I can only kneel there, humiliated, watching Anita and the young guard looking me over with lust-filled eyes.

"So what to you think of my new toy, Erica?" Anita says to the young guard, though she never takes her eyes off of me.

"She's quite lovely Goddess" Erica responded. "May I?"

My mind races. "Goddess?" Erica must be another of Anita's slaves, I determine. My thoughts are interrupted by Erica's soft, gently hands caressing my bare breasts. She masterfully massages my breasts, carefully avoiding my still burning nipples. Erica continues to explore my body with her hands, running them down my torso, then to my legs, around to my ass and up my back. My body trembles under her touch, finding my arousal cutting through the offense. "She is not yet branded, Goddess?" Erica asks from behind me.

"No, my little one. Not yet. That is our next stop." Anita replies. "In fact, we must be going if we are going to make our appointment. However, we can now resume your play time. Mondays and Thursdays at 7:00 AM, same as last time."

My thoughts run wild. "Branded? Appointment? Play Time? Last Time? What is Anita talking about?" As my mind races, Erica slides past me and out of the SUV. I watch as Anita stops Erica before she returns to her guard post.

"Show me, little one." Anita says quite matter of factly.

To my surprise, Erica unbuttons her uniform top without hesitation to reveal her bare breasts. Anita looks them over for a few seconds, before telling Erica that she is not allowed to button up until after we leave. To my amazement, Erica turns around the side of the SUV, her breasts uncovered as she returns to the guard post. Anita closes the hatch and slides back into the drivers seat, starts the car up and pulls out. I watch through the rear window as Erica slowly buttons her uniform top as we leave.

Anita drives for fifteen or twenty minutes, heading into town. My pulse quickens as we enter traffic, praying that the tinted windows are enough to protect me from the eyes of other drivers and passengers on the highway. After pulling off the highway and making a series of turns, The SUV comes to a stop. Seconds later the hatch opens, and Anita reaches up, releasing my ponytail, but not removing the hood. To my surprise, she unties the ropes binding my knees and ankles together, and places a pair of 5" red heels on my feet. She takes the leash and pulls me out of the vehicle. I comply, having little choice otherwise. I exit the SUV and look around, seeing that we are in a dark alley.

"It's time for your branding, bitch." Anita says. "And I have something very special in store for you."

Using the leash, Anita leads me to a door that I had not noticed earlier. The door is unlocked, and she pulls me inside. The room is dark, with only a few lights overhead. Anita leads me to what looks like a dentists chair directly under one of the lights, my heels clicking on the cement floor underfoot. Once at the chair, Anita tells me to have a seat. I slide into the chair, and no sooner do I get settled in, then the chair tilts backwards, and I find myself practically laying down. It's then that I hear another voice. A male voice.

He comes into focus through the mesh opening over my eyes. The man is tattooed from head to toe, at least as far as I can see. He approaches Anita and I watch as she hands him several pieces of gold jewelry. Without saying a word, the man roughly grabs my left breast and begins to pinch and pull at my left nipple, worrying it until it is rock solid. Once it is hard, he takes one of the pieces of jewelry, and places it in a uniquely shaped piercing gun, which he then presses around my nipple. Without any warning, he pulls the trigger on the gun, and pain sears through my nipple. It is a strange sensation when he pulls the gun off of my nipple. It feels as though something is surrounding the base of my nipple, squeezing it, keeping it erect, yet something else is looped over the tip of my nipple, trying to prevent my nipples from becoming erect.

"Very nice" I hear Anita say. "Let's see that mirror so she can see your handiwork." she says to the man, who hands her a mirror. Anita tilts it so that I can see the gold ring around the base of my nipple, with a gold band crossing the tip, causing my erect nipple to cameltoe around it.

As I'm looking at the strange piercing, I hear the click of the piercing gun and feel the same searing pain in my other nipple. Anita tilts the mirror so I can see the matching cage around my other nipple. As I'm wincing in pain beneath the mask, Anita leans in and whispers "These are my own design. The rings around the base of your nipples will keep the constantly erect, and the bands around the tips will prevent them from ever becoming fully erect. The effect will make your nipples more sensitive than you ever thought possible. The slightest touch will heighten your arousal because of this." To prove her point, she gently blows across my nipples, and my arousal is immediately heightened. I swallow hard, know that just wearing clothes is going to keep me constantly aroused.

My thoughts are broken when I feel the man begin to pull at my swelling clit. "Oh God, no" I think to myself as I feel the piercing gun surround my new fully erect clit. Biting my lip, bracing myself, I feel the gun fire and another ring surround my clit, this one slightly smaller, but fashioned the same. My body is trembling now, my nipples and clit extremely sensitive, my arousal levels skyrocketing.

"And now these." Anita says as she hands the man more items.

I moan in response, praying for this to end. As if reading my mind, Anita caresses my hood covered head. "Now, now my pet. It will be over soon, but I have to make sure that you can get into the building on Monday. You see, these three barbell rings that he is now piercing through your clit and nipples contain RFID chips. These are your new access badges. In order to get into the building, you will have to press the correct one to the scanner."

As she tells me of this strange, twisted plan of hers, I feel the barbells being pushed through my nipples and clit, causing me to orgasm uncontrollably. Anita grabs my breasts and squeezes them harshly. "I told you that you had to ask permission to do that, slut. You will be punished for that."

Anita walks over to the man and whispers something to him. he then leaves for a few moments, returning with a number of small earrings and what looks like a thin, white lace ribbon. As you positions himself at my pussy, Anita looks back at me. "Because you came without permission, you've powerd me to tie up that dirty little pussy of yours so that you remember to ask permission from now on."

As Anita chastises me, I feel the man squeezing my pussy lips between the piercing gun. One time, then again, then again. Over and over a total of ten times. My pussy lips are burning. My mind races, imagining the ten rings now pierced through my lips. No sooner do I get the mental image, then I feel something pulling at the rings, back and forth, pulling the rings tighter and tighter. Without a word, Anita positions the mirror over my pussy so that I can see the white ribbon now laced between the rings on my pussy lips, completely closing off my pussy from the outside.

"That looks lovely, bitch." Anita says to me. "Tied up nice and tight. That should help keep any unwanted cocks or fingers out of your nasty little pussy."

I can only nod and whisper.

I watch as Anita pays the man for his services, then she attaches the leash to my collar and leads me to the door we came in through. "Now it's time to go shopping, bitch. You're going to need a new wardrobe for work on Monday, not to mention this weekend."

Anita leads me back into the alley, my arms still secured behind my back, my shoulders aching and numb. She stops before opening the hatch of her SUV, looks at me with an evil grin on her face, and says "Oh my, what was I thinking? I can't take you shopping looking like that. You wait right here and I'll go get you something to wear on our shopping trip."

Without waiting to hear my response, nor needing one, Anita takes the leash attached to my collar and ties it off on the rear door handle, preventing me from leaving the side of the car. This simple act also prevents me from being able to hide should anyone pass the alley and look down towards me. I watch in distress as Anita then returns to the tattoo parlor we just came from.

Alone in the alley, as my nervousness builds, my arousal builds as well - a side-effect of my new piercings. I spread my legs apart slightly, hoping to relieve some of the pressure on my pierced clit, but my laced up vulva prevents any relief in that area. I try to slow my breathing, close my eyes and think of anything that will reduce my arousal, but nothing works. I desperately feel the need to cum, but I know I can't, not without punishment. I groan in agony over my plight.

I hear the door open behind me, and Anita walks out carrying a small bag. Without saying a word, she releases my arm bindings, which I welcome with a huge sigh of relief. I rub my shoulders to try to bring life back to the, yet my arms feel like dead weights hanging from my body. Anita then releases the leash from my collar and hands me the bag. "Get dressed, bitch, and do it fast."

I take the bag and empty the contents on the hood of the SUV. The first thing I pull out is a bright red, rubbery tube top. I want to protest, but I know that will only bring punishment, so I pull the top over my head and over my breasts, trying to adjust it into place. The top is one size to small - on purpose, I'm certain - and does little to hide my nipple cages and barbells. If anything, the way the top squeezes against my breasts actually highlights my sensitive nipples. Next is what I assume to be a skirt, though it is barely any larger than the tube top. The skirt is white, and made of what can only be described as thick sheer. As I step into it and pull it up to my waist, I can see hints of my laced up vulva hiding beneath the veil of the skirt. The skirt is also one size too small, and clings to my ass cheeks mercilessly. I catch a glimpse of myself in the side window of the SUV, and I look like a hooker with a hood on. Anita must have been reading my mind, because she reached up and removed the hood from my head. She then hands me the keys and tells me to drive to the mall.

Confused, I climb into the driver's side of the SUV as Anita slips into the passenger seat. "Put the window down, bitch." Anita says to me. "I want to make sure other drivers can see the slut you are."

I swallow hard, and start the SUV. As I pull out, I pray that I don't pass anyone that I know. I pull onto the highway and make my way o the mall. Along the way, I put up with the whistles and the cat calls, each occurrence reminding me of how utterly ridiculous I look. Yet I find myself almost enjoying the attention. I shrug it off as best I can, but my arousal cannot be denied.

We finally get to the mall, and Anita instructs me to park as far away from the entrance as possible. I find this confusing, but I comply. Before we exit the SUV, Anita grabs my face and turns me to face her. She takes out a tube of bright red lipstick and coats my lips with it. Next she coats my eyelids with purple eyeshadow and uses a heavy black eyeliner on my eyes. I see myself in the rear-view mirror, and I can hardly recognize myself under the ridiculously heavy makeup. Before we exit the car, Anita reaches into her purse and pulls out a large amount of money. She takes the bills, folds them, pulls up on my skirt and slides the bills behind the laces over my pussy. "There's five hundred dollars there, bitch, and you will pay for everything we buy today with that money." I swallow hard and nod timidly.

We exit the car and before we begin the long walk to the mall, Anita takes the leash and attaches it to my collar, and proceeds to lead me to the mall like someone would a pet. completely embarrassed, I do my best to keep up, uncomfortable in the 5" heels I'm wearing. As we get closer to the mall, people getting in and out of their cars stop to look at me, some in shock, some covering their youngren's eyes, others pointing and laughing. It is a humiliating experience, but one that I know will pale in comparimister to being led around inside the mall.

We enter the mall, and the response inside the mall is equally as humiliating as the parking lot was. Anita brazenly continues to lead me around as if nothing was happening. Of course, no one is really watching her with the freak show struggling to keep up behind her. My heart sinks as we pass store after store of women's clothing - Bebe, DKNY, Talbots, Coldwater Creek. I can't imagine where Anita might be leading me, but my curiosity ends much too soon as she turns into some tweener store, filled with teenage girls and their moms. I am desperate for a hiding place, but Anita continues to pull me along deeper into the store. To further humiliate me, she takes the end of the leash and loops it over a sale sign, points at me and says loudly 'Stay!' as if she were scolding a pet.

Of course, I obey, and remain still in the center of the store as Anita goes around and selects a number of outfits for me. The young ladies stare at me, some in disbelief, some pointing fingers and laughing at me. A few dare to come up to me, as do their ladys. I hear their whispers, intentionally loud enough for me to hear.

"What a pathetic bitch."

"She's a slut."

"She looks like a fuckin' prostitute"

Each word cuts into my like a knife. I lower my head in shame, trying to block out their taunts and teasing. A few of them even go so far as to caress my breasts or slap my ass. I know better than to fight them off, knowing that Anita is watching me the whole time.

Finally, Anita returns with an arm full of clothes. The pulls the leash off of the sales sign and leads me to the dressing room. She ask the clerk for a chair and places it directly in front of the door to the center dressing room as the clerk opens the door for me. "Get started, bitch. Leave the door open, and face me the whole time." Anita says, unhooking the leash from my collar. Sheepishly, I take the clothes and enter the dressing room, leaving the door opened as ordered and turning to face my Mistress.

One by one, I try on the outfits, every one making me look more like a dirty school girl than the last. Anita did not provide me with any panties or bras to try on, so as I exchange outfits, I expose my pierced breasts and laced up pussy to all who walk past. By the fourth outfit, there is a small gathering of women...and some men...circled around Anita watching my fashion show.

Finally, I try on all ten outfits Anita had chosen, and Anita selects two that she enjoyed the most, telling me to put on my original tube top and micro skirt outfit as she takes the two outfits to the counter. When I finish getting dressed, I follow Anita to the counter, to find the young blonde working the register smiling mischievously at me.

"Anita, I have secured a nice discount for you." Anita says, with the same mischievous grin. "you can get these outfits for $100 as soon as you make young Darla here cum in your mouth."

I look at the two of them, shocked at what I just heard. but before I can protest, Anita hands Darla my leash, and Darla leads me back to the dressing room that I had just come from. Once inside, she closes the door, pushes me to my knees, lifts her skirt and pulls her panties to the side. "Suck me, bitch." Darla sneers.

Obediently, I place my lips to her young pussy and begin to tongue fuck her wildly. Darla grabs my hair and pulls me in tighter, letting her skirt fall over my head, grinding her pussy on my face as I explore every inch of her young, velvety pussy. I tease her clit mercilessly as she moans and groans, writhing as my expert tongue fulfills her every need. Deeper and faster I power my tongue into her, nibbling on her clit from time to time, then tonguing her like a jackhammer. I fell Darla's body tense, then her pussy explodes into my mouth the river of glorious cum that I came to desire the longer we went.

Hearing Darla's cries of ecstasy, Anita calls into the dressing room, "Do not swallow, my pet, and do not close your mouth. Come to the counter and show me first."

I feel my mouth filling with Darla's nectar, desperate to swallow, but preventing myself from doing so. As Darla calms down, she adjusts her panties and her skirt, pulls on my leash so that I'm standing up again, my head tilted back so as not to lose any of her nectar. Darla leads me back to the counter where Anita is waiting.

"Show me your mouth, bitch." Anita says as she pushes me to my knees so she can look into my mouth. She takes a finger, dips it into Darla's juices, places the finger into her own mouth, sucking it clean. "Mmmm, sugar. You taste wonderful." Anita says to Darla, practically cooing. Anita then looks back at me, and says "Once you've paid the young lady, you may swallow her juices."

Trembling, I lift my skirt and pull the money out from behind the laces over my pussy. The money is soaked with my juices. I lift the money up so I can see it, and pull out the required $100 for the bill. Before I can hand it over, Anita tells me to dry it off first. With no real options as to how to accomplish that, I take the money and rub it in my hair, trying to clean the bills of my juices. When the money is cleaned off, Anita takes it from my hand and gives it to Darla. "You may swallow now, slut." Anita says to me, lifting my chin to assist me in closing my mouth.

I swallow in big gulps, desperate to fully appreciate the sweetness of Darla's juice. I place the remaining bills back into their hiding place against my pussy, and I stand as Anita leads me from the store.

We repeat this display 4 more times in different stores, each time being powerd to try on clothes in full view of the other patrons in the store, then being powerd to tongue fuck the female clerk to get the appropriate discount until the $500 had been completely spent.

With bags in hand, Anita leads me back through the mall, back to her SUV. "You did a wonderful job, bitch. And I cannot wait to see you in these outfits at the office. However, there is more shopping to be done. We have one more stop to make before we go home for the weekend." Anita loads me into the rear of the SUV with the shopping bags, and she drives us to an Adult Entertainment shop. She retrieves me from the back of the vehicle and leads me towards the front door. As we enter, Anita leans in and whispers "Just to warn you, we're out of money for the evening, so you will have to be creative in how you pay for the items we're going to get in here."

Laughing loudly, Anita leads me inside.

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Race Play


My name is Rose White and I'm a six-foot-three, busty and kind of chubby, big-bottomed white woman with red hair and green eyes living in the town of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm an out and proud lesbian multi-millionaire and one of the kinkiest women you will ever meet. I'm really into race play. Race play involves individuals of one race sexually dominating willing members of another race. It's all between consenting adults. And it's a lot of fun. Which is why I'm so into it.

Presently, I'm having some fun with Elisa Brown, a big and tall, big-bottomed, forty-something black woman I met in the city of Bridgewater a few months ago. She's a public schoolteacher and the wife of a black man named Jorge Brown, who works as a state policeman. She also has two misters enrolled at Bridgewater State College. Yes, by all appearances she's a permister with a normal life. Well, I've got news for you. Elisa Brown is bisexual. And she's really into race play. Elisa loves to play the role of black slave to my dominant southern white plantation mistress. It's a lot of fun for both of us.

I've always loved the idea of dominating a big black woman. Maybe because black women are so sassy. Especially in the big city. I have tons of fun with Elisa Brown. Right now, she's licking my feet. I am sitting nude on my couch while watching TV. Elisa cleaned up my house and took out the trash. When she comes to my house, she's always wearing a maid's uniform. I love seeing her in it. An educated black female professional playing the role of black slave woman to her wealthy white friend. I simply love it.

I watch Elisa Brown as she licks my feet. Damn she's good. And she's so submissive too. Hard to believe this woman used to be a famous college basketball player and graduated from Boston College with her MBA. I always knew lots of sassy black women were secretly submissive. Elisa told me that I bring out the submissive in her. When she's at home with her husband and misters, she is very bossy. At her school, where's she's the principal, she's even more bossy. Yet at my house, she is like putty in my hands. My very obedient black female slave who says yes to everything I ask her to do.

After she got done licking my feet, I ordered Elisa to lick my pussy. She is one of the best pussy lickers I know. I've got lots of women I play with. Like my neighbor, a plump and quite matronly, loud-mouthed Mexican woman businesswoman named Juanita. She's married to a wealthy Baptist minister and has two lovely flowers. Her family and friends have no idea that she relaxs with me. Also, she just loves to serve me. I love bossing black women and Hispanic women around. Whenever I see a good-looking black woman or a sexy Hispanic woman, I imagine them wearing maids uniforms and serving me in my mansion. Unfortunately, I can only play with my very willing black and Hispanic female slaves a few times a week. They're deeply closeted bisexual married women.

Elisa Brown is licking my pussy like her life depends on it. I love making her submit to me. She secretly loves being bossed around by white women. She told me how, while she was in college, she had an affair with a domineering white female professor. That dominant white woman really enjoyed spanking and whipping the tall and tough-looking black female basketball player. I guess Elisa simply can't get enough of white female domination. She doesn't relax with black, Asian or Hispanic women. She's addicted to white pussy. And I thought it was only black guys who chased white chicks these days. Apparently, black lesbians and bisexual black women crave white pussy too.

After Elisa Brown got done licking me, I decided to give her a treat. I put a doggy collar around her neck and fixed a leash to it. Then I made her follow me around as we walked around the mansion. I love taking pictures of Elisa while she's on all fours, completely naked, a supposedly strong black woman finally brought to her knees. The thought of a strong black woman sexually submitting to me, a white woman, is enough to make my pussy not only twitch but gush with liquid excitement. After walking my slave, I donned my thickest strap-on dildo and told her to assume the position. Elisa Brown did as she was told. She quickly assumed my favorite position. Face down and ass up. I sprayed lubricant on her puckered asshole before applying the lube all over my dildo. Then I pressed the dildo against her asshole and pushed it inside.

I placed my hands upon Elisa Brown's wide hips and thrust my dildo deep into her asshole. The big black woman squealed as my dildo penetrated her asshole. I love fucking Elisa in the ass. Why? Simply because she once considered this to be her final frontier. Elisa won't even allow her husband to fuck her ass but she lets me have my way with any part of her body. While fucking her roughly with my strap-on dildo, I pull on her hair and smack her face. I berate her, calling her a useless slut, a weak whore and a dumb bitch. She squeals and tells me that she deserves what I'm doing to her. Of course she deserves it. I'm her dominant white mistress and she's my black female slave. Her big black ass belongs to me. Man, this is fantastic. I'm having a lot of fun fucking Elisa. My pussy is twitching, and I know I'm not far from gushing out lots of hot girly cum. And I didn't even touch myself. Wow. Elisa Brown's big body shakes under the power of my thrusts. I love fucking her ass with my dildo. It allows me to completely dominate her. I smack her face repeatedly, reminding her that I was the boss of her. This is fun!

After a few hours of play, Elisa is ready to leave me. I don't see her for a couple of weeks. I don't really miss her. I have two submissive Asian women, one submissive Mexican-American mama and a very submissive Native American slut to play with. My schedule is quite busy. The next time I see her, Elisa Brown is all smiles. She tells me that she has left her husband. To get a really quick divorce, she let him have the house and the cars. Her misters are in college so they won't need her much anymore. Elisa tells me that she also quit her job. And she went to her bank to wire all of her remaining money to me. She is moving into my mansion's basement. She wants to be my slave forever.

I look at Elisa, and my heart swells with joy. She gave up all that for me? Wow. I don't really kiss my slaves or show them affection. Not usually. For once, I make an exception. I kiss Elisa Brown on the lips, passionately. Then I pull her into my arms for a tight embrace. We go back inside the mansion, and she dons her now permanent black and white maid uniform. Elisa Brown is no longer a free woman. She's now my love slave forever. My strong black woman will be submissive to her white mistress for the rest of her days. I really want us to celebrate. So I go buy new whips, new chains, new collars and new dildos. Tonight, I'm going to dominate her like she's never been dominated before. Elisa must truly love me and she gave up so much to be with me. I love her too, you see. At long last, I found my partner in life. I call all of my other sluts and tell them they've been dumped. I don't need them anymore. I've got Elisa Brown. And she's all mine.

The world of human sexuality and desire is absolutely full of surprises. No doubt about it. I challenge anyone to say otherwise. My name is Jack O'Malley and I'm a six-foot-three, lean and muscular, red-haired and gray-eyed, kind of good-looking young Irishman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I am the kind of guy who likes to have fun. The summer of 2009 is here and I don't have much to do. I don't have any summer classes at Emermister College since I did pretty well this past semester. This leaves me with plenty of time on my hands. What's a restless Irishman to do?

Even though I come off as straight-laced, I'm actually a very open-minded and downright multicultural kind of guy. I work in a Black-owned bookstore in the city of Brockton. I have lots of friends of all races. Black, Asian and Hispanic for the most part. And I'm really into interracial sex. I've slept with many Black men and Black women. I can't remember the last time I slept with a white permister. White guys and white chicks don't do it for me. Never have, never will. I don't know why. Right now, I'm having a good time with two of my sexual acolytes, Roselyn and Andy Monpoint. They're an upper middle-class Haitian-American couple living in Brockton's West Side.

Andy Monpoint is a five-foot-ten, somewhat chubby, dark-skinned Black man in his mid-forties. He's a heart surgeon at Massachusetts General Hospital. His wife Roselyn is a six-foot-tall, kind of chubby, sweet-faced and delicious big-bottomed, very dark-skinned Black woman who teaches World History at one of Boston's many public high schools. They do alright for themselves. Their mister Edward is currently enrolled at the Massachusetts Maritime Academy and their flower Muriel is at Northeastern. They seem like a very normal Haitian-American professional couple. They go to church on Sunday, enjoy musicals and bowling. Yet they're swingers. They're really into interracial sex too. Race play is one of their fetishes and I intend to indulge them.

Andy is one of those not-so-rare married men who happen to be bisexual. His wife knows about it and she's fully supportive. Only their closest friends know. And I'm one of their closest friends. Simply put, I'm bisexual and while I don't advertise it, I don't deny it if queried on the subject either. Most women don't like the idea of dating bisexual men. Their loss if you ask me. Bisexual men rock. Especially bisexual Irishmen. Why? Simply because we're usually better-looking and smoother than most straight guys and manlier than most gay and heterosexual men. I'm living proof. Some women are actually turned on by male to male sexual activity the way straight men are turned on by lesbian sex. Andy's wife Roselyn is one of those women.

So here we were. The three of us sitting on the Monpoint family couch. Just three friends having some beers. Andy was looking at me the way a hungry man looks at fast food. I knew he wanted me. It's not his fault, really. I'm insanely hot and both guys and chicks want a piece of my vanilla goodness. So when Andy kissed me right in front of his wife, I wasn't surprised. Hell, I kissed him right back. Then we started doing our thing. Andy and I undressed, then got busy. I leaned back on the couch while he went down on me. Andy was a mean cock sucker. He stroked my balls and fondled my nuts while sucking my dick. I winked at his wife Roselyn as she watched us do our thing.

Roselyn licked her lips while watching her husband Andy suck my thick white cock. I've got a big one, folks. It's eight and a half inches long, fairly thick and uncircumcised. Lots of women and men of varying races and backgrounds have had the pleasure of sampling it. While Andy greedily sucked my dick, I watched his wife Roselyn get really turned on. She undressed, and I was delighted to see her big and round, very sexy body. I like women and men of various body types. I'm tall and lean, and occasionally go for short and chubby and big and tall. And just about everything in between. What can I say, folks? I don't believe in discrimination. It's simply not cool.

After Andy got done polishing my cock and balls with his mouth, I put him on all fours and spread his ass cheeks wide open. Roselyn offered us a can of lubricant and we made good use of it. I lathered up my cock and Andy's ass with the precious lube. Then I got ready to do him. The big Black man squealed in delight as I thrust my cock into his ass. I love fucking big guys like Andy in the ass. You'd be surprised at how many tough-looking gay and bisexual Black guys love getting fucked in the ass by a manly Irish stud like me. Roselyn decided to join in on the fun. Seemingly out of nowhere, she produced a strap-on dildo. And just like that, she inserted the dildo into Andy's mouth and made him suck her off.

Watching Andy suck his wife Roselyn's strap-on dildo while I shoved my dick up his ass. I love fucking big Black men. They're a lot of fun. I pounded my dick into Andy's ass, making him scream. At least he would have screamed if his mouth hadn't been filled by his wife Roselyn's strap-on dildo. I spanked his big Black ass while fucking him, and he seemed to really like it. I flipped Andy on his back in order to look into the big Black man's eyes while ramming my white dick up his ass. I stroked Andy's big Black cock while ramming my dick up his butt. He seemed to really like that. Afterwards, we changed the game a bit. Andy got fucked in the ass by his wife's strap-on dildo while I spread the big Black woman's ass cheeks to give her some much needed butt fucking. I thrust my cock into the big Black woman's asshole. Roselyn squealed as she felt my long and thick white cock up her ass.

This was fun for a while, and then we spiced things up. Roselyn was now sandwiched between her husband and I. Roselyn sucked Andy's cock while I slammed my cock into Roselyn's ass. Watching the big Black woman's booty bounce under the power of my thrusts was a lot of fun. I loved the feel of a big Black woman's asshole around my long and thick white cock. I love fucking big Black men and big Black women in the ass. I don't know why. Just call it my interracial addiction. Roselyn was a fun lay. I fucked her ass mercilessly until we both came who knows how many times. We had a lot of fun together that night. After we got done fucking, Roselyn and Andy knelt before me and sucked my cock. It was a lot of fun. Both Andy and Roselyn can't get enough of my dick, and I love giving it to them. What can I say? I don't discriminate. I fuck everyone equally regardless of race or gender!

It would really surprise you, the stuff people are into. Lots of people have strange, even extreme sexual desires. Black or white, nobody is the exception. For example, there are Black men and Black women who like to dominate white women and white men in bed. The porn industry
has
explored every aspect of this side of interracial dominance and presentation in more
movies
than I can count. However, very little has been filmed, written or discussed about the other side of the interracial sexual dominance game. Such as the existence of Black women and Black men who like to submit sexually to white men and white women. Believe me, they're out there. That's the reamister why a wildly kinky dominatrix like me is so busy these days. I specialize in interracial dominance and sexual presentation, the rougher side of race play.

Now, this makes many people uncomfortable. I understand. Race play isn't for amateurs. It's for men and women who know what in hell they're doing. I specialize in playing the part of the white female dominator for Black men and Black women, Asian men and Asian women and Middle-Eastern men and women. I think that I've played the role of dominatrix with people of virtually all races and ethnicities in my time. The Black male and Black female submissive types who seek me out are usually the most fun. That's why they're definitely my favorites.

Presently, I'm dominating Jamal and Shamika Brown. Jamal is a big and tall, short-haired and light-skinned Black man who works as a corrections officer for the county. His wife Shamika is a chubby, busty and big-bottomed, dark-skinned Black woman who works as a schoolteacher. They're both my very willing slaves. I play the role of the dominant white mistress who gives her Black slaves a hard time simply because she can. It's a lot of fun.

Jamal is on all fours, face down and ass up. I am slamming my strap-on dildo deep into his ass and he's squealing in pain mixed with pleasure. His wife Shamika is powerd to watch. With one hand I hold Jamal steady while fucking him and with my other hand, I wield my favorite Black leather whip. I crack the whip and hit Shamika with it. The big Black woman shrieks in pain. I smile because I know she loves it. Shamika is one of those sassy Black women who secretly love being dominated. And I'm the right woman for the
job
.

Jamal is a really tough-looking Black dude whom many people are intimidated by. What they don't know is that he's a total submissive in bed. He loves to be completely dominated. The problem is that his wife is a secret submissive too. They needed someone to dominate the both of them and that's where I come in. I am really into dominating other people and interracial domination is something I absolutely love. Especially in porn scenarios where Black women and Black men submit to other people sexually. Too bad very few porn stars and web masters are willing to get into that. I'm not a racist, simply a fetishist. Learn the difference.

I spank Jamal's ass while slamming my dildo up his asshole. I love fucking big Black men in the ass. And believe it or not, lots of them are into female domination. Again, not something you see a lot of in the porn movie world but whatever. I hear Jamal's screams mingling with those of Shamika and I absolutely love the sounds they make. Such sweet music. After pounding Jamal's ass for half an hour, I pull out of him. He lies motionless on the
floor
, sore down under. I smile, and then go after Shamika. Time for this big Black woman to find out what it's like to be dominated by a sexy white mistress like myself.

I leap after Shamika Brown as she tries to flee and tackle her to the floor. Fiercely we wrestle. Even though she's bigger than me, I gain the upper hand. I power her on all fours and tell her that she's going to get fucked in the ass. Her eyes go wide. I smack her face, and she yelps. Laughing, I smack her again. I spry Shamika's big butt cheeks wide open with my hands and spit on her puckered asshole. And just like that, I press my dildo against her asshole. I love the idea of a sassy and decidedly large Black woman being dominated sexually by a short, skinny white woman like me. It's very much something that turns me on.

I plunge the dildo deep into Shamika's asshole. The big Black woman screamed loud enough to wake the dead. How I love that sound. Meanwhile, Jamal watches as I stuff his wife's ass with my dildo. The same dildo which made him scream so loudly just moments ago. I grab a handful of her hair and yank her head back while drilling the dildo deep into her asshole. I berate her while sodomizing her ass with my dildo. I tell her that she's a fat Black slut and a useless ghetto whore. And she says yes and urges me to fuck her some more. And I do exactly that. I stretch her formerly tight asshole with powerful thrusts of my dildo. Shamika squeals and I laugh out loud. She's so much fun to play with. Seriously. Lots of Black male and Black female submissive types are afraid to venture too deep into race play. Not this couple. They're one hundred percent into it and I love that about them. I slam my dildo into Shamika's asshole until the big Black woman begs me for mercy.

To top things off, I ordered Jamal and Shamika Brown to get on their hands and knees and lick my dildo after I fucked both of them in the ass. They can taste their respective asses on my dildo and I absolutely love that. They lick my dildo clean and then ask me what else their dominant mistress requires of them. I tell them that they've been terrific. And then the three of us take a shower together. We have a standing appointment next week and I look forward to seeing them again.

My name is Patrick O'Shea and I'm a tall, red-haired and gray-eyed Irishman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm an accountant and I'm happily married to a tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed, deliciously curvy and big-bottomed Irishwoman named Leila Barnes O'Shea. She's a schoolteacher. My wife and I are swingers and we're very much into race play. It's our own permisteral fetish. We've invited our closest friends, James and Sharon Wilmister, to play with us. They're very much into race play too. James Wilmister is a big and tall black man I know from work. He's the criminal defense attorney next door. His wife Sharon is a tall, curvy and big-bottomed black female police officer. A detective, I think. The four of us had a lot of fun that night.

Presently, I'm having some fun with Sharon Wilmister. The big black woman kneels before me and sucks on my long and thick, uncircumcised white cock. She's completely nude, save for a doggy collar around her neck. I've heard that black women are particularly good at sucking dick but Sharon definitely took the cake. She sucked my dick and licked my balls as if her life depended on it. Sharon is a submissive and she has a fantasy of playing the role of black female slave for a dominant white master. A role I'm very willing to play.

Nearby, my wife Leila is having some fun with James Wilmister. She's got the big black man on all fours, face down and ass up. She made him lick her feet for half an hour before she decided to fuck him. Donning her favorite strap-on dildo, she made him assume the position before thrusting the dildo up his ass. The big black man is screaming while my sexy Irish wife slams the dildo up his ass. Like his sexy African-American wife, James is a sexual submissive. He's always dreamed of playing the role of black slave to a dominant white mistress. A role my wife Leila is more than willing to play. She is slamming the dildo up James butt like pegging was going out of style. The big black man's screams must be music to her ears.

After Sharon got done sucking my dick, I made her get on all fours and decided to give her fat black ass a good fucking. She didn't object. In fact, she was quite eager to feel my long and thick white cock up her ass. I pressed my dick against Sharon's asshole and pushed it inside. I love fucking black women in the ass. Especially big black women like Sharon. This is a lot of fun for me. I've dated women of various races before getting married. I love black women. I was engaged to one once. Her name was Paula Brown and she was tall, lovely and feisty. I loved her. Our relationship ended because her family didn't approve of their wealthy black flower dating a broke Irishman. My family on the other hand loved Paula. They thought I was lucky to date such a good-looking, smart and wealthy woman. I guess some things simply aren't meant to be sometimes.

Leila is slamming her dildo into James ass like strap-on sex was going out of style. The big black man is screaming his lungs off as she drills the dildo up his ass. My wife is very demanding sexually and when she gets going with her strap-on, she doesn't play. She will go on until the permister she's fucking basically begs for mercy. She holds firmly onto James hips and rams the dildo up his ass. James is stroking his cock while my sexy wife is ravaging his ass with her dildo. Clearly he's turned on by this because his dick keeps hardening. Yeah, this black man is having the time of his life. I have seen lots of black men fucking white women in the ass in porn movies. I never seen white women fucking black men with strap-on dildos in porn movies. I wonder why. Seems like an ugly double standard if you ask me.

While plunging my cock into the big black woman's ass, I feel her asshole tightening all around me. Sharon has a wonderful asshole. It feels so warm and soft. Hot damn. James is so lucky to have married such a woman. Sharon once told me that she loves anal sex more than the average gay male. Knowing her, this just might turn out to be true. I am ramming my dick deep into her asshole and she's begging me for more. Wow. What a woman, folks. She's totally into this. They don't make women like this anymore. I pump my cock into her asshole until I cum.

A few moments later, my wife and I exchange partners. I put James on all fours and start fucking him while my wife Leila orders Sharon to lick her feet. James has such a tight asshole. I put my hands upon his hips and thrust my cock deep inside of him. The big black man screams as I start fucking him like gay sex is going out of style. I notice my wife Leila as she orders Sharon on all fours and starts fucking the big black woman's ass with her scary strap-on dildo. That's what I love about Leila. She really doesn't discriminate when it comes to dominating people with her strap-on dildo. Male or female, black or white, she will fuck your ass. Sharon squeals as Leila plunges the dildo into the forbidden depths of her tight asshole. Man, it's so much fun to watch the interracial lesbian domination scenario!

I slam my cock into James ass and the big black man screams. He strokes his cock while getting fucked by yours truly. James has a really big dick. Maybe I will let him fuck me someday. It's been a while since I've had a real dick up my ass. My wife's dildo is fun but sometimes I need more than that. I watch Leila as she berates Sharon while sodomizing the big black woman with her dildo. Hot damn, this is so much fun. We suck and fuck the night away. We fall arelax, drenched in cum and sweat. The next morning, we laugh and talk about the night's events. We all agree to do the same thing next week.

Hey, there. My name is Robert James O'Neill and I'm a tall, lean and mean, green-eyed and blond-haired Irishman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I'm a college professor and by night, a sexual adventurer. I'm very much into race play and currently, I'm having some fun with my friends, Sheila and James Lorne. They're a working-class African-American couple I've known for a long time. James is a college football coach and Sheila is a community college professor. They're both into interracial-themed dominance and presentation, otherwise known as race play.

James Lorne is something really rare. Definitely unheard of. A willing African-American male cuckold. A black man with a medium sized black dick who enjoys watching white men with really big dicks fucking his big-bottomed black wife Sheila. I'm totally down with that kind of action. Who says that people have to be rigid in the bedroom? Certainly not me. I'm the most open-minded permister you will ever meet when it comes to sexual experimentation. I've slept with women and men of all races. I respect everyone and all I ask is that they respect me while we're playing together. It's fun when we're all in agreement about what we want to do together.

Presently, Sheila Lorne is on all fours, face down and ass up. I am thrusting my long and thick white cock into her asshole while her black husband James Lorne watches. He strokes his medium-sized black dick while I pump my really big white cock up his sexy black wife's tight asshole. Sheila Lorne is screaming like a woman possessed. James glares at me as I fuck his wife up her fat ass. I grab a handful of her long black hair and yank her head back while ramming my cock up her asshole. Sheila squeals as I do this. I laugh. I love the sound of her screams.

You can't believe how much fun I'm having here, folks. I've played with a lot of black couples before. Usually, both the hubby and the wife want to dominate me. Since I'm a bisexual male who likes to switch, I don't usually mind. This is definitely a fun switch. For once, I get to dominate a black man's very willing and sexy black wife while all he can do is watch. This is definitely one for the books. Usually, cuckold fantasies involve a black man dominating a white man's wife while the white man watches.

Sheila is screaming in delight and fingering her pussy while I ram my dick deep into her asshole. My good friend Sam once told me that big women have naturally tight assholes and that big black women have the tightest assholes of all. Now that's something I can believe. Sheila's asshole feels warm and tight. So wonderful around my long and thick white cock. After fucking her for some time, I feel like I am ready to cum. And cum I did. I blast Sheila's asshole with my hot manly cum.

James Lorne comes along and sucks my dick after it just went up his wife Sheila's big black ass. For his reward, I put James on all fours and decide to give him a good butt fucking. Like me, James is bisexual. He likes a good ass fucking every now and then and I am definitely happy to oblige. I spread the big black man's ass cheeks wide open and insert my cock into his asshole. With a swift thrust, I go deep inside. James screams as I enter him. His wife Sheila Lorne is watching us, fingering her pussy as the male to male sexual games play before her eyes. Clearly, she's turned on by watching her big black hubby sexually submit to a skinny bisexual white guy. This is so cool.

James asshole is wickedly tight, even tighter than his wife's ass had been. I grip his hips tightly and slam my dick deep inside his asshole. His ass is warm and tight, even warmer and tighter than that of Sheila. How in hell is that possible? Could black male ass be more fun to fuck than black female ass? Only a bisexual like myself can find out for sure. I drill my cock into James Lorne's tight ass like a miner looking for gold in the old west. James is screaming like a man possessed. Sheila laughs while watching her husband get the ass fucking of the century. Hot damn. This chick is so frigging hot and kinky. If she weren't married, I'd wife her for sure!

Sheila decides to join the action. Out of nowhere, she produces a scary-looking strap-on dildo. She inserts it into James mouth and the big black man obediently sucks on it. Sheila winks at me while thrusting her long and thick dildo down her husband James throat. He is taking the dildo deep down his throat like it's nothing. Clearly, this big black man has done this before. That's cool. I've sucked my share of cocks and dildos over the years. Both black men and black women have dominated me and submitted to me. I am a sexual dynamo, folks. You name it, and I've probably already done it.

I thrust my cock deep into James ass, going balls deep. I'm surprised at how much cock the big black man's ass can take. Sheila tells me that she's shoved her entire fist up her husband's ass before. Wow. This sounds intriguing. I fuck James ass until I cum, then pull out. He sucks my dick, draining my manly cum while Sheila has a go with his ass. The big black woman spread the big black man's ass cheeks wide open and shoved her dildo deep inside of him. If James could have screamed, he probably would have but his mouth was packed full of my long and thick white cock. Sheila pumps the dildo into James ass, practically tearing his ass apart. I wince in sympathy. Sheila reads my expression and tells me that James is really into rough sex. Well, since she's his wife, I guess she knows what he wants and needs. Still, I couldn't imagine a giant dildo slamming my ass like that. Wow.

After a couple more hours of sucking and fucking, the three of us are more or less sated. We hit the showers together. I leave the Lorne residence. Both James and Sheila Lorne are quite happy with me. They want me and my big white cock up their big black butts next week, and tell me to bring lots of lube. As you can imagine, I'm quite happy to oblige. I'm totally into interracial sex. Open-minded and sexually adventurous black couples like the Lornes absolutely rock. I'm going to have a fun week!

My name is Annabelle Mitchell. I'm a six-foot-tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed, wealthy Irishwoman attending State University. Currently, I live in a mansion and I am served by my very willing slave, Wanda Sullivan, a big Black woman who used to be a Professor of Literature at the school before she found her true calling. She wanted to be my servant. More than my servant. She is now my slave. My Black female slave. It's what makes her comfortable in life. This is a true story.

Ever since I could remember, I always had a talent for reading people. And I absolutely love using that to dominate them. When I enrolled at State University, I met many men and women. Most of them were drawn to my beauty, intellect and athleticism. I don't blame them. In many ways, I am a goddess. Still, I have no pity for the fools who fall for my charm. One of those suckers was professor Wanda Sullivan. The big and tall Black woman had spent her entire life at the school. She enrolled as an eighteen-year-old undergraduate in 1989 and earned her bachelor's degree in 1993. She earned her MBA in 1997. Twelve years later, she was teaching literature courses to freshmen.

I could tell that professor Wanda Sullivan was a dyke the moment we met. Lots of closet lesbians and hardcore dykes are drawn to me. As are heterosexual men. Straight women and gay men don't like me for some reamister. Maybe they can sense what I am. I don't know. Wanda was drawn to me and I used that to my advantage. Lots of Black women crave White pussy. They won't admit it, but Black lesbians and bisexual Black women crave White pussy more than straight Black men do. And it proved to be professor Wanda Sullivan's undoing. It's not her fault, really. She's a dumb fat Black slut who needed a dominant White mistress to serve. Thus she became my sex slave.

I love bossing Black women around. Why? Simply because it's fun. They think they're all that. Especially the sassy Black women I run into on college and university campuses. Many of them think of me as soft or frail simply because I'm a White chick. I have a Black belt in karate and I was a varsity wrestler for four years in high school. Now I play rugby for my school. I'm no dainty little dame. I know how to fight. Lots of streetwise Black lesbian women I've met in the queer clubs didn't like me moving in on their favorite Black female lovers and tried to check me. I checked them and kicked their asses in the end. I know how to fight. And I don't take cuckolds brownie from anybody. I don't care if you're the toughest Black chick from the ghetto. Or some Black chick attending a big college. If you mess with me, I will kick your ass.

I wondered if Wanda Sullivan would be easy to dominate. She was after all a former college athlete and an educated Black woman, not one of the ghetto sluts who easily get dominated by yours truly. She posed a challenge which I couldn't resist. So I decided to seduce her. It wasn't hard. I'm insanely hot and Wanda Sullivan has a thing for blonde-haired White female athletes. She even told me that she masturbated while watching a certain blonde-haired Russian female tennis player beat a famous Black female tennis player at an international competition last year. Wow. Okay. I decided to use that to my advantage. In no time, I had professor Wanda Sullivan wrapped around my little finger. Seriously. The big Black woman was like putty in my hands. I completely dominated her, in and out of bed. How did I do it? It was simple. First, I earned her trust.

When I seduced professor Wanda Sullivan, I played the role of the naïve and inexperienced White chick who's got a serious Jones for mature Black female authority figures. And that's all it took for me to reel her in. The first time we had sex, Wanda told me she hadn't been with a woman in almost a year. Her last lover, a married White woman named Linda Shay, dumped her and returned to her estranged husband. The husband in question happened to be the president of the State University. Professor Wanda Sullivan was heartbroken over that and while playing the role of her naïve but enthusiastic White female lover, I helped her get over that other woman. Let's just say that my s*******s in the bedroom are second to none, folks.

Slowly but surely, I wormed my way into Wanda Sullivan's life. Before long, she was telling me that she couldn't live without me. She loved to submit to me in bed because she trusted me now. She loved to kneel before me and lick my pussy. Man, that woman could lick pussy with the best of them. She loved to kiss my feet. I bought a strap-on dildo and fucked her in the ass with it. That woman screamed loud enough to wake the dead as I slammed my dildo up her ass. Hot damn. She gave herself to me completely. Hell, I even bent her over her desk and spanked her one afternoon at school. If anybody had walked in on us, it would have been the end of her career. She didn't care at this point. She was in love with me. The big Black woman's foolishness would come back to haunt her. She simply didn't know it at the time. Am I good or what?

Yes, I had lots of fun with Wanda Sullivan. I wanted to own her. Mind, body and soul. So I set about sabotaging her life. I sent pictures of the two of us having sex to the Dean of Students. Wanda was fired from the State University. She was no longer a professor but a scandald academic. She missed out on several payments and her house was seized and foreclosed by the bank. She was jobless and homeless. What else could she do but to turn to me? I welcomed her into my mansion. She had no one else. Thus, she became my sexual plaything and my house servant. I accomplished what I set out to do. Was there any doubt in your mind?

Nowadays, she waits on me hand and foot and wears a Black and White maid's uniform. Wanda has come to realize that this is what she was born to do. This big Black woman loves being the servant of a dominant White mistress. It's what makes her comfortable in life. Don't worry. I treat her well. Sometimes she makes a mess and I have to spank her big Black ass or cane her but those are rare occurrences. For the most part, things run pretty smoothly at my mansion. Wanda is a truly wonderful house servant. She knows her place. She keeps my house clean and when she's done, she relaxs at the foot of my bed. Life is good.

Theresa Brown is the name. I'm the Director of Athletics at Harris College, a historically black school named after the late E. Lynn Harris, a world-famous African-American author. The school opened its doors in 2011. Two years after the death of the legendary Black writer it's named after. And I'm at the helm of its sports department. I run a tight ship and I can't stand those who don't march to my beat.

Harris College has twenty three hundred students, fifty six percent of which are of African-American descent. Most of them hail from the Greater Atlanta area. Under my leadership, we added quite a few varsity teams and created an intercollegiate athletics department that would have done the Founders proud. We compete in Men's football, baseball, basketball, cross country, swimming, soccer and golf along with Women's softball, rugby, gymnastics, soccer, swimming, cross country, cheerleading, volleyball and golf. Our sports teams are NCAA Division Three because we can't afford to give away athletic scholarships. We're a small college after all.

A lot of people were surprised when men from the top college athletics programs across America were bypassed during the selection process as Harris College sought its Athletics Director. I got the job because I'm a tough permister. I graduated from Spelman College in 1999 with a bachelor's degree in business. I earned my MBA from Georgia State University in 2002. I worked for a sports management firm in Atlanta and some of our clients included men from the Atlanta Falcons professional football team. I know the world of professional and college sports. I know how to handle the movers and shakers. That's why I got the job. Not because of racial or gender politics. Don't believe what the haters say.

The power of an athletics director in the world of college sports is quite extensive. Seriously. We control the fates of the colleges where we work. And student-athletes, especially those about to turn professional, definitely know this. I wield my power the right way. I've always believed it's better to be feared than to be loved. The way I see it, love can fade away after a while but fear will always remain. People fall out of love all the time. Those same people remain afraid of the dark, or spiders, long after they stopped loving someone. That's why this is my policy. I think we should all look out for number one in this world because people can't be trusted. Male or female, black or white, people will always betray you in the end.

I've dated women and men. Across racial and gender lines, I find my playthings. Yes, I'm bisexual. As a six-foot-one, lean and muscular Black woman in my thirties, I look really good. I've got a pretty face, nice tits, good body and a big round ass. Men and women like what they see when they look at me. I've been called a Black Amazon more times than I can count. I kind of like it. I've always been tough and I like to dominate my lovers. I don't care what color they are or what gender they are. If they're going to be with me, they need to realize that I'm going to call the shots. This is my world. This is my life. I'm the goddess and you're my pawn. It's not negotiable.

Recently, I was approached by this blonde-haired, gay white chick named Amanda Wrapping. She's from the Republic of South Africa. I can't stand white people from South Africa. For centuries they made my black brothers and sisters from South Africa suffer through the nightmare of Apartheid. It's been less than twenty years since black men and black women became the rightful rulers of South Africa and white people think we've forgiven them and forgotten what they did. I can't stand that kind of thought.

One of my friends works in the anthropology department of Harris College. Tamara Brown is her name. She is a tall, pretty black woman who's unfortunately one hundred percent heterosexual. She travels all over the world and tells me that the number of white people worldwide is dropping. In Europe, white men and white women are simply not making many more of themselves. Even in the city of London in England, it's predicted that the African, Asian and Arab immigrants will soon outnumber the white residents of the city. A lot of people from all over the world are worried by this. I don't think this is cause to worry. I'm not fond of the imperialists and I think people of color should wield the power on our world. They've had power for far too long. The future of humanity looks very colorful as opposed to pale and stale. And I like it.

In the United States of America, progress has been made. Many black people and others have risen to political and economic power. The President of the United States is a black man. The Governor of New York is a black man. The Governor of Massachusetts is a black man. The Chairman of the Republican Party is a black man. Several towns in America have African-American Mayors and African-American Chiefs of Police. Quite a few corporations have African-American CEOs. I like the sound of that. Of course, the racists in this country are constantly lashing out at black men and black women in high places. They feel that we've come too far and accomplished too much. They'd love to slow us down. But they can't. We're winning.

In America, white men and white women will soon be the minority. People of Hispanic, Asian and African-American descent will soon become the country's majority. And I really like that. Let people of color become the rulers and shot callers of tomorrow's America. That's the kind of change this strong black woman can believe in. That's why I run the Harris College intercollegiate athletics department with an iron fist. My way of balancing the universe.

Anyhow, where was I? I was about to tell you about Amanda Wrapping, the young white woman from the Republic of South Africa. Like a lot of gay white women, she's got a thing for strong black women. Why do so many white lesbians have jungle fever? White lesbians are so racist it's not even funny. They give women of color funny looks when we visit lesbian bars and other queer gathering places. Yet many of them secretly lust after us. I can't stand these witches. And I love to show them who's boss.

Amanda Wrapping let me know that she was into me and she kind of liked bossy black women. That's cool with me because I am the bossiest black woman you will ever meet. I decided to show this silly white lesbian the wonders and horrors of black female domination. She had no idea what hell I was about to put her through. Oh yeah. I had a lot of fun with this submissive white slut. I showed her what a strong black woman can do.

I summoned Amanda to my house and ordered her to get naked. Then I made her kneel before me and lick my boots. Amazingly, the white slut not only licked my shiny black leather boots but she practically polished them with that wicked tongue of hers. I looked at her and laughed. Now that's something I can get used to. A white woman kneeling before a strong black woman. I smacked Amanda hard across the face and ordered her to do it right. Stunned, the silly white chick resumed licking my boots. I fingered my pussy while watching her do my bidding. It was very thrilling.

When Amanda finished, I put her on all fours, face down and ass up. That's why I had my way with her. I took out my belt and began giving her skinny white ass some solid whacks. Amanda yelped as her pale ass got belted. I laughed and belted her some more. I love dominating silly white chicks who think they're all that. It's my duty as a strong black woman who delves into the world of interracial lesbian BDSM and domination. I absolutely loved it. And you know Amanda enjoyed submitting to me. She's a naturally submissive white slut. Her place is at the feet of a strong black woman like me.

When I finished belting Amanda's pale ass, it looked a nice shade of red. I smiled, feeling quite content. That's when I whipped out my thick strap-on dildo and took her for a ride. I spread Amanda's ass cheeks and pressed my dildo against her asshole. With a swift thrust I went in. Amanda gasped as my thick dildo penetrated her asshole. A few seconds later, I inserted another dildo deep inside Amanda's pussy. Amanda squealed as she felt both of her love holes getting filled. I laughed and smacked her hard across the face. Then I slammed my dildo deep into her asshole. I grabbed hold of her blonde hair and yanked her head back while fucking her. Hell yeah I had fun fucking her ass and pussy with my dildos. I fucked her until she cried for mercy. That's when I pulled out of her. On her knees, Amanda called me her superior black goddess and licked my dildos clean. I smiled contentedly. My work here was done.

A few minutes later, Amanda Wrapping left my domicile. I told her if she behaved herself I'd fuck her next week. I know she'll be on her best behavior because she craves what I have to offer. Pure black female domination. Something countless white lesbians and some heterosexual white men secretly want. And as a strong black woman, I'm happy to dole out the punishment I know they justly deserve. That's how I do.

My name is Dena Raymond. I'm a tall, good-looking young Black woman living in the city of Buffalo, New York. Life is okay for the most part. I attend Buffalo State, where I major in business. Just a young Black woman trying to make it in the big city, you know? Life hasn't been a picnic lately but I'm surviving. By the way, I am gay and having a devil of a time lately. I'm going to tell you all about it.

I met this broad named Isabel O'Shea on campus. She's from Galway, Ireland. This five-foot-nine, red-haired and gray-eyed white chick totally stole my heart. Like me, she's a closeted lesbian and we've been all kinds of fun together ever since she became my roommate. We're talking about constantly fucking each other's brains out. Yes, lesbians get horny too. And I'm perfectly okay with that. I once attended a private high school where gays and lesbians were told that their lifestyle was unacceptable. That sucked. In college, I'm making up for lost time.

Today, I woke up to find Isabel between my legs, licking my pussy. Wow. Talk about a fun way to wake up someone. I ran my hands through her short red hair as she feasted on my womanhood. Hot damn, this gal really knew what she was doing. She had the magic fingers, as they say. She fingered my snatch and licked my pussy like there was no tomorrow. In no time she had me gushing out hot girly cum. I was amazed. Does my girlfriend have s*******s or what?

I've fallen in lust with Isabel. She's so tall and sexy. I'm around six-foot-one, dark-skinned and curvy, with big tits and a big butt. I kind of resemble the world-famous tennis player Serena Williams only I'm slightly taller and bigger. A lot of lesbians out there like butch chicks like me. And Isabel liked me the way I am. I can't tell you how happy that makes me. Believe it or not, there is racism in the lesbian dating world. A lot of women don't like to date women of other races. All is not happy go lucky in the gay and lesbian communities. Before I met Isabel, I never thought I'd date a white chick. She's cool, though. And we get along. I guess that's what matters.

Growing up in the city of Buffalo, I saw a lot of people. Buffalo has a thriving African-American community and there are a few Hispanics and Asians around. White people seem to stay away from so-called minorities around here. I guess not everyone embraces racial diversity. That's why I had few white friends at the private high school I attended. I made friends with two Black chicks and one Hispanic broad I met a long time ago. For many years, they were the only pals I had. I miss them sometimes. After graduation, they went to school at NYU. I won an academic scholarship to Buffalo State so I chose to attend the local college instead of going to NYC.

Isabel is really cool both as a roommate and as a lover. She's really understanding. She explained to me that her hometown of Galway in Ireland has a thriving population of African immigrants. She grew up in a diverse town and made friends across the board. I find that really cool about her. She's cute, funny, sexy and has a hot ass. And she doesn't hide the fact that she's into me. I'm really happy about that fact. In the past, I've dated Black chicks and Hispanic chicks who didn't like showing me that they liked me. A lot of lesbians are cold to their girlfriends. Don't buy into the stereotype that they're all warm and welcoming.

Isabel and I like to get down and dirty in our dormitory, especially when no one is watching. And we like to play some really kinky games. She introduced me to the world of BDSM. And she was gentle with me since I was a novice. Isabel played the role of dominant and showed me the art and wonder of true presentation. I must admit I was nervous when we started but she was alright. Guided me through the whole thing. It's an experience I will never forget.

Nowadays, I'm really into BDSM. I love to greet my sexy Isabel with a big kiss when she comes to our dorm. She loves the sight of my big and tall, sexy Black woman's body when I'm gloriously naked. Isabel loves to fondle my breasts and caress my gigantic Black ass. I love it when she bends me over her knee and spanks my big ass. I guess I like to get my butt spanked and I'm a submissive at heart. A lot of people think that just because a woman is butch doesn't mean she is submissive. I'm big and tall, and I'm also strong and athletic. I am absolutely submissive and I love it when my sexy girlfriend completely dominates me.

I love kneeling before Isabel and call her my dominant goddess. I kneel before her and lick her pussy before sucking on her toes. If I do it right and please her, sometimes she returns the favor and licks my pussy. When I don't do it right, she likes to punish me. I love it when she spanks me, as I've said before. Other times, she does a lot more than just spank me. She dons her strap-on dildo and puts me on all fours before shoving her dildo into my pussy. I love it when she fucks me. She likes to get really loud and berate me while dominating me sexually. She also grabs my hair and yanks my head back while fucking me. My favorite experience of all is when she spreads my plump ass cheeks wide open and presses her dildo against my asshole. What can I say? I am a big and tall Black lesbian who loves it when her dominant white girlfriend fucks her in the ass with a strap-on dildo. It absolutely rocks my world. I love getting fucked in the ass. And Isabel likes to shove the dildo really deep into my ass. She makes me scream and completely surrender to her. I love it when she dominates me.

Isabel and I have a good thing going on. We're two young women from radically different backgrounds. I'm African-American, born and raised. She's from Ireland and hasn't been in America very long. We're students at the same school, and we're actually dating. I care deeply for her and she cares deeply for me. At night, we make each other scream. Filling each other's pussies and assholes with toys. Hell yeah, it's a lot of fun. It's just the way this interracial lesbian couple likes to get down. It's my life. And I don't apologize for it. I'm grown and I don't care what anyone thinks. Life is too short to worry about the opinions of racists and homophobes. Life is meant to be lived. Anyhow, take care. And if you're ever in Buffalo, hang out sometime. It's a nice city. Nice people of multicultural heritage live here. Don't believe everything the haters say.

My name is Dadelie Voltaire. I'm a tall, good-looking young Black woman living in the city of Buffalo, New York. I major in criminal justice at Buffalo State College, and someday, I'm going to be a police officer like my man Alan. I come from a long line of police officers. I guess you could say it's in my red. Plus, I'm a bit of a control freak so law enpowerment is definitely the career path for me.

I'm openly gay, and I like women of all races. From the tall and curvy African-American women of the big city to the slim Asian gals of my campus, and the voluptuous Hispanic women of my neighborhood. I even bone some white chicks sometimes. What can I say? This sexy Black lesbian doesn't discriminate when it comes to women. I like all kinds. I'm a bit of a player. I chase the femmes and they love it.

Recently, I discovered something rather unusual about myself. I find that I enjoy being submissive sometimes. And it freaked me out. Want to know who brings out the submissive in this otherwise strong black woman? Middle-aged white women. Yeah, I know. It's a mind trip. I'm an empowered, educated black female member of the middle class and I get off on being dominated by older women. Wow. It surprised the hell out of me too.

Not only do I enjoy being dominated by older women, but I find that I am drawn to bossy older white women. And I like it when they bring racial elements into our sexual games. I know. This might be disturbing to some of you but it's the way I get down. I am a freaky kind of woman. This is definitely not something I could see myself getting into ages ago. Lesbians are freaky, people. Kinky sex isn't just for straight couples.

Now, when you're a lesbian who's into race play, life isn't easy. Many people, both straight and gay, male and female, aren't comfortable with this sort of thing. Even seamistered masters and mistresses from the world of BDSM don't care to venture down the path of race play. Many of them simply aren't into it. I had to look long and hard before finding a woman who was willing to get into this sort of thing. I placed ads online and in some seedy newspapers. I met some women and even a man or two but they weren't down with my kind of action.

I finally met someone promising. Her name was Madeline Rosier. A tall, good-looking white woman in her mid-fifties. She was born in the Republic of South Africa and left it in the 2000s after fighting for decades to bring about the end of apartheid. She had been living in the United States of America for almost a decade. She was bisexual, and recently ended a relationship with a handsome African-American architect named Troy. Apparently, Troy left Madeline and went back to his wife Michelle. Yet another example of a wealthy black male professional in the big city who had a black wife and a white mistress.

Madeline considered herself to be an okay permister as far as racial relations were concerned. White people who opposed apartheid in South Africa weren't exactly seen with kind eyes by their fellows. Almost twenty years after the Republic of South Africa elected its first black male president and experienced a cultural and economic rebirth, many people down there still held backwards views. Both black people and white people in South Africa regarded interracial relationships unkindly, even after blacks rose to political power in that both for her bisexuality and her penchant for handsome black men.

Needless to say, Madeline Rosier had issues with black women. A lot of white women who relax with black men don't like black women. I'm a black woman who relaxs with women of all races. How was the lovely Madeline Rosier going to deal with me? Although she found herself both sexually and emotionally attracted to black men, she wasn't fond of a lot of the black women she knew. Black women don't approve of white women who date black men and many of them don't hide it. I guess you can say Madeline had a lot of anger inside of herself over these issues. And I provided her with a way to cut loose.

You see, I didn't care that Madeline Rosier was a middle-aged white woman who liked to date black men. I wanted her to be my dominatrix. And I tempted her into it. When she looked at me, I knew she found me attractive. I'm a tall, sexy black woman with a cute face, sexy body and big round booty. I've got it going on, as they say in my town. Madeline was hesitant. Although she had dabred in the world of BDSM in the past, she wasn't comfortable with race play. Also, she didn't want to fall into the stereotype of white people from South Africa being a bunch of racist pricks and bitches. I understood all that. And I absolutely wanted her to be my dominatrix.

Now, sometimes a submissive has to train his or her mistress ( or master) and find some way to bring out their inner dominant. Madeline Rosier was a mild-mannered, easygoing woman. Dominating others in the bedroom wasn't something which came easily to her. We talked a lot about my fantasies, and the things that I wanted to do with her. Madeline listened to me as I talked. She was clearly fascinated. A lot of women and men of all races are curious about race play. I know a black woman named Nicole who loves to dominate white guys and she even fucks them with her strap-on dildo. Nicole is a professional dominatrix whose services are sought by wealthy white men from all over the United States of America. I also know this Asian-American dominatrix named Leilani who loves to whip men of all races and completely humiliate them in the bedroom. It's totally her thing. And my friend Josephine, a white chick from Ireland, totally gets off on being dominated by big and tall black men. I can't remember the last time this broad dated a member of her own race. So many seemingly normal men and women are into race play. Seriously. Someone should do a study about it.

After much talk, Madeline finally decided to give race play a try. And I was absolutely glad. We planned it out. She even ordered a special dress online, the kind worn by women in the Old South in the mid-1860s. As for me, I was ecstatic. One afternoon, I showed up at Madeline's house in East Buffalo and this sexy middle-aged white woman showed me the time of my life. At long last I got to fulfill my fantasy. I stopped being a prototypical strong black woman ( temporarily) of my own volition and experienced true presentation. Here are all the details.

We had a lot of fun together, Madeline and I. Really. She summoned me to her bed chambers and addressed me as her lowly servant. Then she ordered me to undress. I did. I loved showing her my sexy black woman's body. Madeline inspected my body coldly and ordered me to kneel before her. Then she spread her legs and ordered me to lick her pussy. I obeyed, and began feasting on my mistress pussy. Madeline ran her hands through my hair and barked cold words at me as I busied myself licking and probing her pussy with my fingers and tongue.

When I was done pleasuring her pussy, she ordered me to get on all fours. Face down and ass up. That's when she took out her long black leather whip. She called me a lazy slut and began whipping me. I cried. I howled. I screamed. I begged for mercy. Laughing, Madeline continued to whip me. She told I deserved to get whipped. And I definitely did. I enjoyed every crack of her whip. I was a strong black woman surrendering to a dominant white woman and I absolutely loved it. Madeline fingered my pussy while whipping me. After giving me a sound thrashing, she took out her strap-on dildo. I gasped when I saw it. It was huge. Madeline laughed and told me it was going up my ass. I braced myself for it.

Madeline spread my plump ass cheeks wide open and pressed the dildo against my asshole. With a swift thrust, she went inside. I howled as Madeline's thick dildo filled my asshole. She gripped my hips while slamming the dildo deep into my asshole. while fucking me in the ass, Madeline fisted my pussy. It was too intense. I howled in pleasure and pain as she worked me over. While fucking me, she berated me and made me completely surrender to her. After fucking me silly, she pulled the dildo out of my ass and made me suck on it. I did. Then I licked and sucked Madeline's toes. Satisfied, she ordered me to get up and clean myself. I nodded obediently and did what my mistress told me.

Afterwards, Madeline and I sat on the couch, talking. We both had a lot of fun. Madeline told me she really enjoyed dominating me and said she'd do it again. I smiled, loving what I heard. I'm a college-educated, middle-class African-American woman who loves getting sexually dominated by a middle-aged bossy white woman from South Africa. Aren't life and love grand? I'm having the time of my life!

The city of Buffalo in New York is my new hunting ground. My name is Danica White and I'm a six-foot-tall, red-haired and green-eyed, voluptuous and big-bottomed white woman living in the big city. I'm a professor of criminal justice at the local community college. And I'm also openly lesbian. I like the ladies. Especially the black ladies. It's just the way your favorite Irish lesbian gets down.

In my permisteral life, I'm into all kinds of kink. Race play and interracial lesbian BDSM are my favorite kinks. That's why I'm having fun with this tall, curvy black woman named Victoria Hawks. She's a student of mine at the local community college. And we're into the same thing. Victoria Hawks is that rarest of black lesbians who enjoys being sexually dominated by white women. Since that's right up my alley, I agreed to dominate her.

Presently, Victoria is kneeling before me just like the slave she is. My black female slave. I am enjoying this so much it's not even funny. I love dominating black women. Especially those sassy black women of the inner city. They're quite a challenge even for the most seamistered dominant. And I do enjoy playing the role of the dominant white mistress who tames the unruly black woman. It's sexually stimulating.

Victoria looks at me adoringly with her lovely brown eyes. I smack her hard across the face. Why? Simply because I can. I am her mistress and she is my slave. My black female slave. I order her to lick my toes and she obediently begins to suck on them as if her life depended on it. And of course it does. I own her. She is my fuck toy. That's exactly what I bought her for. I let Victoria know what she was in for from the beginning and neither of us ever breaks character. I own her and she is my own permisteral bitch.

As Victoria obediently licks my toes, I feel a sexual thrill deep inside my pussy. I love dominating sassy black women. I love to bring them to their knees. I love to boss them around and make them obey me. Victoria is really into this race play stuff. She tells me that lots of butch black women in the lesbian world have deeply hidden submissive tendencies. And Victoria chose to explore her submissive tendencies with me. I can't tell you how happy that makes me. To find a willing black woman who actually gets off on being dominated by white women. It's simply wonderful. I am really lucky.

A lot of women in the lesbian world are into race play. Black women. Asian women. White women. Hispanic women. Middle-Eastern women. Native American women. Some of them are deeply submissive and others are actually dominant. I guess it depends on the permister and what they are into. I am a dominant. I get off on dominating other women. While I love race play, I am not restricted to it. I've been known to dominate other White women as well as women of other races. Simply put, I love to dominate. I don't really care who it is I'm dominating. It's just the way I get down.

After Victoria finished pleasuring me, I took her on the ride of her life. I absolutely love to sensually *** my black female submissives. They are so much more fun to dominate than other women. Black women are sexier, feistier and tougher. They're also harder to break down. I took out my belt and punished her big black ass for being so damn tempting. I whipped her and whipped her good. Victoria yelped as she felt my belt hitting her big black ass. I loved the way her big ass bounced under the power of my belt's wonderful hits. Oh, man. I absolutely loved it. It was excellent. Victoria's screams of pain were the most delightful of music to my ears. I had fun whipping the strong and intelligent, college-educated, modern black woman who agreed to become my black female slave.

After whipping Victoria's big sexy black ass, I took out my dildos and decided to fuck her. I ordered her to lie on her back and to spread her thick, sexy legs. I thrust a six-inch dildo into her pussy. Victoria gasped as my dildo penetrated her pussy. I laughed and spread her plump ass cheeks wide open. I pressed another dildo against her asshole and shoved it inside. I love fucking strong black women in the ass. My way of fucking the sass out of their truly sexy asses. Black women are sexy but many of them need to be tamed. And this dominant white lesbian was definitely the right woman for the job. I shoved my dildos deep into Victoria's pussy and asshole. She screamed wildly as she got double fucked. I loved the sounds she made. As I fucked her, I asked her how a strong black woman felt about being fucked by a bossy white mama. Victoria shouted that she loved it, then she begged me for more.

I fucked Victoria's pussy and ass until she cried and begged for mercy. Afterwards, she knelt before me and admitted that I was her dominant white goddess. Henceforth, she would be my very willing black female slave. In the bedroom of course. We're both strong women of the world. Hard-working professionals. I respect her achievements. In the bedroom, she's my bitch.

My name is Miranda Hill. A tall, red-haired and gray-eyed, forty-something white woman of Irish descent living in the city of Buffalo, New York. I'm openly gay, and work as a waitress in a restaurant. Life hasn't been easy for me since my divorce from my ex-husband Joaquin. I'm just trying to make it through the hell that is my daily life. Some things you basically have to go through in order to understand. That's just the way life goes.

I've always been a slut and a loser my entire life. Basically I drift from place to place, relationship to relationship because I've got zero structure in this life of mine. Fortunately, I met a strong black woman named Mistress Pauline and she brought structure into this life of mine. Mistress Pauline is the owner of Chez Pauline, the black-owned and Caribbean-themed restaurant where I work. When I first walked in, begging Mistress Pauline for a job, she took me in for the useless slut that I am.

Mistress Pauline understands who and what I am. She believes that white women are the laziest and most pampered creatures on the planet. When faced with real hardship, we tend to whine and eventually fold. We're opportunists who almost always take the easy way out. And of course Mistress Pauline is absolutely right. That's the way most white women are and I am no exception. I need someone stronger and smarter than me to take me in and bring structure into my life. Mistress Pauline is the strong black woman who gives me the structure and discipline that I need in my life.

Mistress Pauline showed me the value of hard work. Black women are stronger, faster, smarter and sexier than white women will ever be. Black women aren't lazy or pampered. Most of them have to work for a living. They have to take care of themselves, their communities and their families. White women don't have the same worries. Since white men used to run basically everything, white women could afford to be lazy whores. Now that people of color are dominating the workplace, and white men's political and economic power has been reduced, white women can't afford to live like pampered, lazy whores anymore. That is the wisdom that Mistress Pauline taught me.

Mistress Pauline put me to work in her restaurant. She made me wear a uniform and refer to her as Mistress. I wondered why and Mistress Pauline smacked me hard across the face. That's what I get for questioning a strong black woman like her. According to Mistress Pauline, since black women are the strongest and smartest women in the universe, lazy white women like myself aren't fit to question them. I apologized profusely for daring to question this strong black woman and promised her it would never happen again. Mistress Pauline accepted my apology. To prove myself to her, I worked hard in the restaurant and dedicated myself to being the best damn waitress I could. This meek white woman wanted to do her strong black mistress proud.

Life wasn't all work and no play at Chez Pauline. When my mistress was mad at me, she gave swift canings to me. I don't really mind because it's what I deserve. Mistress Pauline is a strong and demanding black woman who likes to punish her white female servants. When one of us crosses the line, she likes to whip us back into shape. Sometimes quite literally. That's okay by me because I am quite turned on by my mistress and her sensually authoritarian ways. She's simply gorgeous when she's angry.

Sometimes, in spite of my best efforts, my mistress had to punish me. When I made a mistake or became unruly, Mistress Pauline liked to put me in my place. Sometimes, she would bend me over her knees and spank my big white ass until it turned crimmister. I would scream and yelp as my mistress heavy hands landed on my booty. Hot damn it hurt. Leaves my pale white ass all tingly and stuff. Other times, my mistress asks me to get naked and show her my body. She would inspect my pussy and asshole with her fingers after putting on latex gloves. I didn't really mind the inspections. Mistress Pauline likes it when her white female servants stay clean. Like I said before, this strong black woman is very demanding

Mistress Pauline sometimes likes to fuck me. It's her right since she's the dominant black mistress and I'm her devoted white female servant. Mistress Pauline whips out her strap-on dildo and inserts it into my asshole while fingering my pussy with her sleek fingers. I would scream like a woman possessed as she fucked me silly. While fucking me, Mistress Pauline berated me senselessly. She called me a useless slut and a lazy white whore. I endured my punishment because I knew deep down it's what I deserved. I deserved to get dominated by a strong black female because I'm a lazy white woman living in America. I got off on her punishment, to tell you the truth.

Yes, my life has really changed since Mistress Pauline came into my life. I think it's for the better. She's strong, smart and ruthless. She is showing me the ropes. This strong black woman aims to transform me from a lazy white slut who benefits from being white in America into a self-sufficient and hard-working individual. I'm glad Mistress Pauline bothers with me. I'm lucky she's in my life. I think of all the other women like me out there. If they had someone like Mistress Pauline around, they'd be better people. And the world would be a better place.

My name is Christine Brown. I'm a tall, curvy and big-bottomed young black woman living in the city of Buffalo, New York. I'm a lawyer in the city, representing mostly people accused of violent crimes. Fighting for the clearly guilty when they can afford my fee. It's this lawyer's life. That's why I went to Suffolk University Law School after all. It's my life.

Anyhow, enough about work. I'm having a lot of fun these days. You see, I recently acquired a slave. Her name is Rachel O'Shea and she's my own permisteral bitch. Rachel is a really submissive permister. And she gets off on being dominated. This blonde-haired, plump white chick loves getting dominated by bossy black women. She's gay and very much into race play. I like that. I've always wanted a submissive white slut to dominate. Payback is a bitch.

When I met Rachel O'Shea, the Boston-born Irish slut was a student at the University of Massachusetts. This lazy slut was more interested in smoking weed and partying than going to class. Lots of white students are lazy. Their parents are rich so they can afford to goof off. Black, Asian and Hispanic students don't have that luxury. We have to be tough. We have to work hard. We have to succeed. That's what it means to be a permister of color in collegiate America.

I try to be an open-minded permister as far as racial relations in America are concerned. Try as I might, I just can't stand white women. They're so fake. These flat-chested, flat-booty and sexless hussies think they're the standards of beauty and femininity. They're so wrong it's not even funny. Black women are hotter. And you know it. Those gay white guys who run the modeling industry wouldn't know a really beautiful woman if she fell on their lap. They're fascinated by skinny, flat women who look like guys. Real women are curvy. And Black women are the sexiest and curviest women of all.

Rachel O'Shea represented everything I despised. This witch came from a rich family and had an easy life. Of course that was before the Recession. During the Recession, Rachel's family lost their money. Her man Paul shot himself and her lady Anne left the country. I laughed inside when she told me about her family's hardships. White people are used to having it easy. Whether it's natural disasters, wars or economic issues, they're always shielded from the worst of it. In America, the Recession has hit everyone. No one is Recession proof. Not even the white men and white women of the world. They who think they are invincible. I hope they learned their lesmister.

So when Rachel O'Shea, who was deeply fascinated both by BDSM and dominant black women, asked me to become her mistress, I agreed. I can't believe this. In an America that saw black people treated worse than any other group for centuries, we now have a black man who runs the entire country. White people will soon become minorities in this country. A black man is the chief of police in one of my favorite cities. A black man is Mayor of one of the Old South's most racist towns. And I am a black woman who gets off on dominating her dumb white female slave. Life is awesome. I love the way America is going, demographically speaking.

I have lots of fun with Rachel, my own permisteral bitch. I love to dominate her and completely humiliate her. I make her strip naked and berate her endlessly for being a fat white slut. I also smack her hard in the face and whip her fat white ass with my long and thick black leather belt. What can I say? As a black woman who loves BDSM, I absolutely love to dominate white women. I love proving to these pampered and downright dumb chicks that they're not all that. Interracial lesbian domination is absolutely fun. You should give it a try if you're a woman. And if you're a man,look into buying those kind of porn movies online. They're worth it.

My favorite thing to do to Rachel is to berate her constantly. I call her a useless fat whore and a dumb white slut. I tell her that she is inferior to the strong black woman that I am. I make her kneel before me and suck my toes. I call her my slave and bend her over before spanking her. I spank her fat white ass until it turns red. It's a lot of fun. Even more fun is when I don my thick strap-on dildo and fuck her with it. I love sliding my thick dildo in and out of Rachel's asshole. She screams like a woman possessed every time I fuck her in the ass. I like to fist her pussy while shoving my dildo up her ass. That's when she screams the loudest. I smack her face while fucking her in the ass and fisting her pussy. Isn't that hot?

Rachel is my slave. The very willing white female slave of a strong black woman. I dominate her and she loves it. Lots of submissive gay white women and bisexual white women love to bow to the superiority of a strong black woman like myself. And that's a wonderful thing. I get to have my fun by dominating them and they learn wonderful things like humility and presentation. It's good for them, in the long run.

My name is Kimberly Pierre. I'm a six-foot-tall, good-looking young Black woman living in the city of Buffalo, New York. By day, I am a student at Buffalo State College, majoring in the field of criminal justice. At night, I lead a very different life. The things I do at night would absolutely stun the men and women who think they know me. Especially the men and women of Buffalo's well-known Haitian-American Church. You see, I run a very exclusive and high-class escort service. We cater to men and women with unique needs.

Basically, I started Race Play Incorporated. You see, the world of BDSM was recently shocked by the advent of a new fetish. Race Play. Men and women of various races get off on it. Examples given are wealthy, married white women who get off on being dominated by burly Black men in front of their lily-white husbands. It's the interracial cuckold fetish and scores of erotic stories and porn movies show it. That's just one aspect of race play. There are many others.

Another lesser known yet still very provocative aspect of race play is the permister of color who gets off on dominating or being dominated by someone of a different race. There are lots of them out there and here at Race Play Incorporated we cater to them. I started this business with my good friend Katherine Roman. A tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed white woman who moved to Buffalo from the Republic of Ireland where she grew up. She's bisexual, and likes men and women of all races. We've hooked up in the past. It was a lot of fun. Katherine and I hired a diverse crew of male and female escorts catering to the fantasies of our clients.

We've got Black men, Black women, Arab men, Arab women, Asian men, Asian women and Hispanic men and Hispanic women. They get paid handsomely to cater to the unique sexual needs of our clients. Katherine and I are the founders of Race Play Incorporated. And we're also avid performers in this bold new genre of sexual escorts. We're making history here at Race Play Incorporated. No other agency in the world caters to such a unique market. And we've got a diverse client base which is absolutely devoted to us. Our hard work paid off.

Here's an example of a hot night we had recently at Race Play Incorporated. Dennis Jake Mitchell and his wife Miranda Mitchell, an affluent Irish-American couple from Long Island came to Race Play to satisfy some of their most twisted and private sexual fantasies. We hooked them up with Tyrone Jackmister, a tall and handsome, muscular Black stud. Tyrone is bisexual, and doesn't mind hooking up with women or men. He's working his way through law school in the world's oldest profession.

At Race Play Incorporated, Tyrone put his sexy s*******s to work. For three grand, he provided Dennis and Miranda with an experience they would never forget. Dennis is a short, skinny white guy with red hair and nerdy glasses. He's an accountant in the town of Brentwood, Long Island. He's also bisexual, and has a thing for handsome, well-hung black men. His wife Miranda is also into black men. She's a short, plump white woman with blonde hair and pale gray eyes. she's a teacher with a voracious sexual appetite. When we put these three together, the action sizzled.

Tyrone lay naked on the bed while Dennis sucked on his long and thick, uncircumcised black cock. Nearby, Miranda sat naked, fingering her fat pussy while watching her husband going down on a sexy bisexual black man. Dennis sucked on Tyrone's cock like there was no tomorrow. Miranda loved the sight of her husband sucking a black man's dick. She joined in on the action, and grabbed a strap-on dildo. She donned the dildo and began fucking Dennis with it. The short white guy continued sucking the black stud's cock while his wife fucked him in the ass with her strap-on dildo. Hot damn. Now that was hot.

When Dennis got done sucking Tyrone's cock, the handsome black stud put him on all fours and began fucking him in the ass. At the same time, Miranda came up behind Tyrone and licked the black stud's sexy ass. Then she spread his ass cheeks and pressed her dildo against his asshole. With a swift thrust, she went in. The handsome black man gasped as the plump white woman began fucking him in the ass with her strap-on dildo. Now that's what I call a hot three-way fucking. As Tyrone pumped his cock into Dennis ass, Miranda pumped her dildo into Tyrone's ass. All three of them were screaming passionately.

They switched things up a bit. Miranda knelt before Tyrone and sucked his cock while Dennis came up behind him. The short white guy shoved his dick up the black stud's ass. Tyrone screamed as he got fucked. Miranda sucked Tyrone's dick until he was hard, then she spread her plump ass cheeks for him. Tyrone shoved his dick up the plump white woman's naturally tight asshole. Hard and fast, he rammed his dick up the white woman's ass while the white man fucked him in the ass. They went at it until they lay exhausted on the bed, sore but happy. Happy and satisfied.

That was a hot one. Want to hear an even hotter one? A tall, sexy black woman named Nicole Robinmister came into Race Play Incorporated with a rather unusual fantasy. She's a flower of New York's fast-growing Black Middle Class. Her man Jay Robinmister is a multimillionaire who made a ton of money in the recession by selling foreclosed property in Buffalo to rich people. Nicole is a student at NYU. And this tall and sexy young black woman is a closet lesbian who loves being dominated by bossy white women. My good friend Katherine made her dream come true.

Katherine played the role of the dominant white southern mistress as Nicole played the role of the submissive black woman. Nicole knelt before Katherine and rubbed her feet. Katherine fanned herself and berated Nicole in her best southern accent. I loved watching these two interact. Nicole loved it when Katherine got rough with her. And Katherine didn't hold back. She smacked Nicole hard across the face, called her many names and also bent her over her knee and spanked her. The whole while, Nicole begged her for more. Nicole kissed Katherine's feet and polished her boots with her tongue. She even let Katherine piss all over her. Wow.

The highlight of the evening came when Katherine donned her thick strap-on dildo and fucked Nicole with it. She had Nicole on all fours, face down and ass up. Spreading Nicole's plump ass cheeks wide open, Katherine pressed her dildo against the black woman's asshole and pushed it inside. Nicole howled as she got fucked in the ass. I couldn't believe my eyes. A wealthy black woman from modern times voluntarily playing the role of black female slave to a dominant white woman in a BDSM dungeon. It's amazing. Simply amazing. Katherine berated Nicole and spanked her fat black ass while fucking her with the strap-on dildo. Both of them really got into it. Katherine slammed the dildo into Nicole's ass like there was no tomorrow. In the end, Nicole cried tears of joy as she finally got to experience true white female domination. This wealthy young black woman's most forbidden sexual fantasy had come true.

Yeah, we got all kinds of clients here at Race Play Incorporated. I had a lot of fun dominating this middle-aged white woman named Cheryl Blair who has a thing for bossy young black women. Like so many rich housewives, she's got some twisted sexual fantasies. Her husband Joel was out of town so she helped herself to some forbidden lesbian fun. I enjoyed breaking her down and making her my very willing and very eager slave. I bent her over and spanked her. I flogged her with my black leather belt. I pulled her hair and spat on her face. I opened her mouth and pissed in it. I also fisted her pussy while slamming a dildo into her asshole. Listening to that woman's squeals of pain mixed with pleasure was the most delightful music I'd ever heard. A sensual symphony created by interracial lesbian domination.

Sometimes, I myself play with some of my co-workers at Race Play Incorporated. I love dominating my good friend and business partner Katherine. She loves to take it as well as dish it out. I love putting her on her knees and making her worship me for the dominant black goddess that I am. Katherine likes to be spanked, spat on, pissed on and also smacked. I'm game for all of the above. I tied up while flogging her with my black leather belt and fingered her pussy roughly until she squealed. At the same time, I rammed a big dildo up her asshole, sans lube. Her screams were simply unforgettable. Sweet sounds I'll never forget until I die. I love looking into Katherine's eyes while sliding my dildo deep into her eyes. Making white women surrender is this black dominatrix secret pleasure.

Yeah, I'm one of those rare people who definitely have a lot of fun at work. I've dominated women as well as men. Black. Asian. Hispanic. Arab. White. All kinds. I love making women and men yield to my will. I guess you could say it's addictive. And I'm not giving it up anytime soon. Race Play Incorporated generated three hundred grand last year. It just might be the only recession proof business out there. And I'm its mastermind. Life is grand.

My name is Celeste Lawman and I'm a big and curvy, big-bottomed and large-breasted, middle-aged black woman living in the city of Buffalo, New York. I'm the executive director of the Buffalo Center for the Arts. It's a position which conveyed much power and prestige in the past, but now thanks to the recession, my favorite business
has
taken a hit. As a lifelong fan of all things artistic, I decided to do whatever I could in order to keep the Buffalo Center for the Arts open.

My chief opponent in this matter is Heather Mitchens, a blonde-haired white woman who works as the Director of the State Council on Artistic Resources. I decided to dig up dirt on my opponent, and found out some fascinating things about her. I learned that Heather Mitchens, the bitchy white woman who wanted to shut down the Buffalo Center for the Arts was a closet lesbian. Her husband and family had no idea that she liked to eat pussy. Even worse is the fact that she was having an affair with a young black woman named Joy, a staff member at the State Council on Artistic Resources. I can't stand that bitch so I decided to bring her down.

So I decided to get some information on her. I took pictures of her kissing her sweetie. With that kind of damaging information in hand, I approached her. I had the upper hand now. What's called leverage. You see, when Heather Mitchens and I first crossed paths, we clashed. A lot of people in New York don't think a black woman should be running the arts center of a major city. They think only stuffy old white people should be at those positions. Well, I worked hard to get where I am. So I wasn't going down without a fight. Heather Mitchens is a beneficiary of the very visible and tangible world of white privilege. This bitch never had to work hard a day in her life. And yet she thought she could judge me. Well, now she was going to pay. And pay dearly, I might add.

I approached Heather Mitchens one day when I saw her at a restaurant. She was
dining
solo. Upon seeing me, she flashed me that fake smile that white women are so fond of flashing at people they can't stand. Jesus, I can't stand those bitches. I sat down across from her, and offered her the folder. She looked at me tensely. I smiled and told her to open the folder. Looking a bit uneasy, she nevertheless opened the folder. Of course what she saw inside shocked her. I savored the look of surprise, fear and shame which crept into her face.

Oh, man. How I savored that look of fear and shame on the face of this usually arrogant white bitch. I smiled and rubbed my hands together. Scowling, Heather asked me what I wanted. I watched her turn red and grinned. Of course she knew what I wanted. The Buffalo Center of the Arts got state funding and remained open. In fact, Heather Mitchens made a passionate plea for the center. Everyone on the state board was really surprised since she was the staunchest opponent that Buffalo's fast growing and deeply artistic African-American and Hispanic communities ever had. Well, let's just say this arrogant white chick had a change of heart.

Heather Mitchens thought I was going to leave her alone. Well, I wasn't letting her off the hook that easily. You see, it wasn't enough that I saved what was dearest to me. I had to destroy my enemy. I wanted to hurt her. Make her feel pain. White women in America have hurt black women like myself more times than I can count. It's time for one of these bitches to get a taste of their own medicine. See what it's like when they're on the receiving end of it. Oh yes. I was definitely going to enlighten Heather Mitchens by showing this privileged white slut what a strong black woman really is.

I summoned Heather Mitchens to my house, and made her a
deal
. If she agreed to do everything I asked, I would destroy the evidence of her transgressions once and for all. If she refused, I'd make sure her friends, family members and co-workers found out what kind of freak she really was. We live in a very liberal society these days but I don't New York's high society is ready for a wealthy white woman who lives a double life by relaxing with young black women right under her husband's nose. That's the kind of juicy and raunchy stuff that can destroy a career and turn a rich woman's picture perfect life into a nightmare. Of course, Heather was definitely in no position to refuse me. That made this so damn sweet.

I sat on my chair in the living room, and ordered Heather Mitchens to undress before me. The rich white slut hesitated. I corrected her toot sweet by smacking her hard across the face. Heather gasped aloud after I smacked her. Clearly this rich white bitch wasn't used to being treated this way. I smiled coldly and told her to do as I said, or else. Heather nodded, and undressed. I sat there, fingering my pussy while gazing at her. Just as I thought, Heather was skinny, flat-chested and flat-bottomed. Just like the majority of white women in this country. Actually, make that this world. An okay face, but no chest, no ass and no sexy body. Why do so many white chicks have the same build as young white guys? I guess I'll never know. Maybe it's a white thing, who knows? I can dig it.

I licked my lips while looking at her. Simply put, that arrogant white woman's discomfort was sweet nectar to this black woman. I ordered Heather to kneel before me and she did. I smiled. That's really good. More stuck-up white people should be made to bow before strong black women like myself. Seriously. It might cause them to lose their inbred arrogance and bring them closer to God. I rose to my feet and glowered at Heather. Here I was, a strong black woman standing over a kneeling, cowering white woman brought low by my greatness and ruthlessness. I savored the moment.

Then I put Heather through her paces. My way of putting this arrogant, rich white slut in her place. I grabbed Heather's face and asked her why she liked black women so much. Heather's face turned red and she told me that she liked black women because of their confidence and strength. I grinned. I knew it. This white dyke had jungle fever. And like so many of her kind, she lusted after strong black women. Well, she was in luck. Tonight, she was getting dominated by the strongest black woman of all. Yours truly.

I took out my belt and proceeded to turn Heather's alabaster
skin
a deep crimmister. Life is so much better in color, don't you think? I whipped Heather's back, ass and tits. I even whipped her face. Through it all, she squealed and howled. Hell, she kept begging and whining the entire time. I laughed and just whipped her harder. Submissive white chicks should get their butts whipped by strong black women more often. It might make them better people. I spanked Heather's pale white ass and smacked her hard in the face. I thrust my fingers into her pussy, three at a time. She squealed in surprised delight. I spat in her face and shoved my fingers into her asshole. A shocked groan escaped her lips. Grinning, I decided to put her through the sweetest of hells.

I took out my strap-on dildo and dipped it in lubricant. Then I spread her ass cheeks wide open and pressed my dildo against her asshole. With a swift thrust, I went inside. Heather howled as my dildo entered her asshole. I laughed and began fucking her harder. White chicks need fucking and this strong black woman is definitely the right permister for the
job
. I wielded my strap-on dildo with authority and dexterity as I took Heather on the ride of her life. I slammed my dildo deep up her ass like there was no tomorrow. She howled. I laughed. She squealed. I roared. It was so damn hot.

Half an hour later, I was done with Heather. I figured she got punished enough. I smacked her, whipped her, spanked her and fucked her ass with a strap-on dildo. Hell, I even peed on her. What more could I do to this slut? I had enough of her. I had my revenge. So I handed her the photos. Then I told Heather to pack her stuff and get the hell out of my house. Heather hesitated. I looked at her. What in hell did she want now? She bit her lip, then returned the photos to me. I stared at her, stunned. Heather swallowed hard, then told me that when I fucked her, she came for the first time in months. I was really surprised to hear that. Heather told me she wanted to be my slave from now on. She got off on being dominated. I looked at her, then grinned. I took a collar and fixed it around her neck. Then I told her what I expected of her.

Over the next few months, Heather Mitchens divorced her husband of ten years and retired from public life. She also signed all of her assets over to me. She now lives with me, and waits on me. She obeys my every command. This rich white woman has decided to do something different with her life. Something more demanding, mentally and physically. She wants to be my servant. She searched her soul and discovered that deep down, it's what makes her comfortable in life. Who am I to disagree?

My name is Nikita Long. I'm a six-foot-tall, blonde-haired, bronze-skinned and green-eyed white woman living in the city of Buffalo, New York. And I'm very much into race play. What in hell is race play ? It's simply sexual fantasies with a racial element. Many women and men are into it. And I'm no exception. which is absolutely cool. I'm currently a student at Roxton College, a historically black school in the Buffalo metropolitan area. And I am the girlfriend of the strong black woman who rules the sexy young black women of the campus. With their consent, of course. I throw the best parties, and I'm really friendly and generous to them. My way of making up for all the things I've done.



The setting of my adventures, Roxton College, was founded in the year 1974. It was created to serve the needs of Western New York's black collegiate men and women. There are lots of black men and black women in the city of Buffalo. They make up half of the city or close to it. Roxton College appealed to Modeled after the famous Clark Atlanta University in the city of Atlanta, Georgia. I enrolled at Roxton College ages ago, and I've been having lots of fun. I found a way to dominate the sexy black women of the campus. They worship me as their goddess. Their white goddess. How did I take over the campus ? It wasn't easy. After all, there are sixteen thousand students on campus. African-Americans make up eighty percent of the student body. Asians and Hispanics make up another eleven percent. Whites comprise nine percent of the overall student body.

While academically rigorous, Roxton College is also an athletic powerhouse. The Roxton College Department of Athletics sponsors women's basketball, women's soccer, women's softball, women's track and field, women's bowling, women's equestrian, women's swimming, women's cross country, women's golf, women's wrestling, women's rugby and women's field hockey. For male athletes, they have men's football, men's track and field, men's basketball, men's bowling, men's cross country, men's swimming, men's rugby and men's baseball. I joined the women's soccer team. I've been playing soccer my whole life. And I love the beautiful game.
There were lots of sexy young black women on the college soccer team. The captain was this tall, gorgeous young black woman named Claudine Pierre. I fell in love with her at first sight. Unfortunately, she spurned my advances. That's when we became mortal enemies. I could have loved her. In fact, I was in love with her. I wanted her to be my girlfriend. I wanted to share my heart and soul with her. Not to mention my ample wallet. I wanted to give her the world. Unfortunately, she chose to be my rival. Instead of my lover. So I decided to take everything from her.

I dug up some information about Claudine's past. Apparently, she was involved in some shady stuff ages ago. Now, she turned her life around. I approached her with the evidence of her transgressions. And she basically folded. I knew she wasn't as tough as she looked. She begged me not to reveal to her friends and professors the shady things she did back in the day. So I made her a deal. If she agreed to satisfy me sexually, I'd destroy the evidence of her transgressions. Claudine wasn't thrilled with the idea but she was desperate. I had her right where I wanted her. At last.



Claudine showed up at my apartment, wearing a black and white maid's uniform under her long black leather trenchcoat. Since it was a cold day in November, she could pull that look off. I sat on my couch and watched the sexy black woman as she undressed before me. I've always been deeply attracted to black women. Growing up, I had pictures of Alicia Keys, Sheryl Swoops, Serena Williams, Pam Grier, Drew Sidora and Angela Bassett in my room. I've always loved black women. Unfortunately, most of them don't like me. All they see is my skin tone and it turns them off. I've got money. I've got a great sense of humor. And I've got a great body. My ass is curvier and bigger than that of many women, both black and white. That's because my grandlady was Puerto Rican. Yes, I'm a blend of Irish, French and Puerto Rican. A woman with light bronze skin, blonde hair and blue eyes. Like some mixed ladies from the beautiful land of Brazil.

I looked at Claudine and admired the tall, sexy young black woman as she undressed before me. I really, really liked what I saw. She was definitely hot. Why couldn't she simply agree to be my girlfriend ? I'm openly gay, I'm worth five hundred grand and I'm insanely generous with the women I love. Yet I can't seem to find a young black woman to love me because they find white lesbians like myself downright repulsive. And that is so wrong. I asked Claudine to turn around and the sexy black woman showed me her naturally big, round ass. Hot damn. She was simply amazing. I kissed her passionately and fondled her tits. I was all wet down in my pussy. Merely touching a sexy black woman is enough to arouse this white lesbian. They're simply amazing. So strong and beautiful. I love everything about them from their cute faces, nice tits, great bodies and spectacular asses. The only thing I don't like about them is their attitude problem. It's got to go. Now.

I rose and walked up to her. Claudine flinched as I touched her. Gently, I kissed her.I knelt before Claudine and began licking the young black woman's pussy. She was tense at first, but after a while she relaxed and enjoyed. I'm really good at eating pussy. I know how to rock a woman's world. I fingered and licked Claudine's glistening hot pussy like there was no tomorrow. Hot damn. I love eating black pussy and I'm a horny white dyke. Is that cool or what ? In spite of herself, Claudine responded to my amazing s*******s. She moaned and panted as I thrust my fingers into her pussy and licked her like pussy licking was going out of style. In no time I had her screaming my name in multiple languages. Am I good or what ?



After licking Claudine's pussy, I had her in a slight daze. The young black woman was excited enough to give into almost anything I came up with. So I fastened a black leather collar around her neck and placed steel bindings around her wrists and ankles. Claudine seemed uncomfortable. I kissed her passionately and promised her that all would be cool. Then I took out my strap-on dildo along with some lubricant. Claudine stared at me with wide eyes. I came up behind her and caressed her big, sexy black ass. Then I smacked her playfully. Spreading her plump black butt cheeks wide open, I began fingering the young black woman's tight asshole. I slid two fingers inside easily. Nice. Then I pressed my dildo against her asshole and gently pushed it inside.



Claudine howled as I penetrated her asshole with my strap-on dildo. Gripping her hips, I thrust my dildo deeper inside of her. I love fucking black women in the ass with my strap-on dildo. The mere thought of it makes this dominant white lesbian very happy. I fucked Claudine hard, reminding her that she was my bitch and I was her mistress. Surprisingly, she gave as good as she got. I fucked her silly, and we both howled in pleasure. Afterwards, I removed her collar and bindings. Claudine cried tears of joy. I kissed her passionately, and felt intense remorse for my authoritarian ways. I took the information I had on her and destroyed it.
Claudine stared at me, stunned. I shrugged. I guess she won. I couldn't bring myself to hurt Claudine. I loved her too much.



I told Claudine that I was sorry for being such a bitch, and that I would transfer out of Roxton College the following semester. I'm thinking of heading to nearby Emermister College. I've done enough wickedness at Roxton College. Claudine surprised the hell out of me with what she did next. She pulled me into her arms and kissed me. Then she told me she liked what I did to her. I was stunned. Laughing, Claudine kissed me again. We resume fucking. This time, Claudine wore the strap-on dildo and fucked me with it. She put me on all fours, face down and ass up. With my own dildo, the sexy young black woman fucked my ass and pussy. And I loved her for it. Afterwards, we kissed passionately and went to relax.



Ever since that day, Claudine and I became inseparable. We've got an egalitarian relationship. My polite way of saying I'm madly in love with her and she's got me wrapped around her little finger. She's showed me a great many wonders. Like that time she tied me up and fisted my pussy while ramming a gigantic dildo up my ass. We both loved it.
Sometimes, we throw sex parties for the school's closet lesbians. We help them get loose and have fun. I love my Claudine. Someday soon, we're going to Massachusetts to get married. I'm a formerly dominant white lesbian who learned the art of loving presentation from a strong black woman. And I'm a better permister because of it.

My name is Kendra Jones. I'm a six-foot-tall, curvy and big-bottomed, dark-skinned Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. These days, I'm a student at Barrack
College
, a historically Black private school located at the heart of the City of Champions. In the eyes of the world, I am a strong Black woman. Captain of the Women's Wrestling Squad at my school. I'm undefeated in the 180-pound weight class. I recently defeated stalwart female wrestlers from rival schools like Oklahoma City
University
, Jamestown University and others.

What I'm about to reveal to you would absolutely stun my friends and family members if they knew. We all lead secret lives and have secret desires. I'm simply more extreme than most. You see, my fetish isn't something most women or men can relate to. I'm into Race Play. Domination and presentation games between consenting women and men ( or women and women) with a racial flair, if you will. I like to be dominated by white women. I also like it when they berate me and boss me around. I don't know why but it seems to be the only way I can get off. Weird, huh? Yeah, I thought so too.

Finding the right permister to become my dominatrix wasn't easy. I found this gorgeous, forty-something white woman named Ruby Wendell. She's from the Republic of South Africa. Ruby Wendell describes herself in her online profile at the BDSM forum as a dominant woman who loves to bring pain to others. She's also got a thing for young Black women and likes to tame them. Wow. That might put off a lot of women on the forum but it really turned me on. I emailed Ruby Wendell and we began chatting online. Before long, we were talking on the phone. I learned quite a bit about her. Ruby Wendell was born and raised in South Africa during the days of the evil regime of Apartheid. She was born to a wealthy English family and lived in the city of Johannesburg. In her
house
, she had lots of Black servants. Mostly young Black women from surrounding communities. When Apartheid ended in South Africa and a Black man was elected President of that mighty African nation, Ruby Wendell and her family left the country.

Now, Ruby was quite frank about herself. She told me that she found most Black women to be naturally submissive deep down. They only acted tough and belligerent in public to hide their insecurities. Now, I disagreed with her since I considered myself a strong Black woman. I'm the flower of an African-American heart surgeon and a college professor. I grew up in a middle class home in a quietly affluent and very diverse part of the city of Brockton. I considered Black women to be the equals of White women and anyone else for that matter. Ruby Wendell chuckled softly on the phone. Then she told me that deep down, I knew I was wrong. As a young Black woman I was naturally subservient to mature White women. The only people in the world who could tame unruly Black women like myself. When I asked Ruby how she felt about Black men, she told me she found them strong and sexy. I wondered aloud at that. Ruby told me she had many Black male lovers growing up. And she even supported Black male students in their fight against the Apartheid Regime of South Africa. She didn't consider herself a racist. She simply had issues with Black women. In her South African farm, she never hired any Black men because she didn't want them to suffer. The only Black males she hired did clerical work for her. The hard labor in her South African farm was done by the Black women. She found Black men very appealing. Her wrath was reserved for the Black women. I was stunned. This woman was insane, yet what she said turned me on a great
deal
.

Ruby Wendell and I continued to talk. Night after night we argued constantly. I found her revolting, yet I was also attracted to her. One day, we agreed to meet. As it turns out, Ruby Wendell lived in the Dorchester Area of Metropolitan Boston. I was really surprised by that fact. Dorchester is a mostly African-American neighborhood, though some Caucasians, Hispanics and Asians have been moving in for the past few years. I met Ruby Wendell in a nice restaurant in Dorchester. Not far from the newly remodeled Ashmont Train Station and the Wright Bank. She surprised me, to tell you the truth. Ruby was so friendly and generous to the mostly Black and mostly male staff of this authentic African restaurant. Whenever a Black woman walked by, she gazed at the woman coldly. I found Ruby fascinating. A middle-aged white woman who loved Black men and had a strong dislike of Black women. Now I've seen everything.

Ruby Wendell sat across from me, looking at me coldly. I was fascinated by her. This woman was tall and gorgeous. She was worth millions. And she was also bossy as hell and didn't like her seemingly automatic dislike of me. Now I was really turned on. The thing is that Ruby knew it. She decided to take me home for a test drive. And she also ordered me to call her Mistress Ruby from now on. I nodded and promised to obey. Smiling, Mistress Ruby ordered me to get into her car. When I tried to seat up front, Mistress Ruby sternly ordered me to sit in the back. Obediently, I did as I was told.

Mistress Ruby took me into her mansion, where she dictated the rules to me. This sexy middle-aged white woman from South Africa told me that dominating unruly African-American women from the big city was her favorite thing to do. With that, she ordered me to strip naked before her. I did as I was told. I got naked and showed my new Mistress my sexily curved body. Mistress Ruby appraised my naked body coldly. Then she ordered me to stand still while she examined me. Donning latex gloves, she inspected my mouth, pussy and asshole. Satisfied, she took me to the bathroom and hosed me down. I was shocked by her utter dominance. Yes I obeyed! And that's how it all began.

Mistress Ruby assumed total ownership of me. She fastened a black leather collar around my neck and made me walk around naked while cleaning her house. She also called me Slave instead of by my given name. It definitely took some getting used to. The loss of my freedom haunted me. As did the offense Mistress Ruby subjected me to. She had a slew of wealthy, middle-aged white female friends whom she loved showing me off to. Whenever I made a mistake around the house, she would bend me over and spank me. She constantly berated me, calling me a useless Black slut and a dumb Black bitch. She said I was no different than those stupid Black chicks from the ghetto even though my parents were rich and I attended a private school. I said yes to everything my Mistress said. Just like a good slave should.

I did everything my Mistress told me. And she had a lot of fun with me. Sometimes, she would don her thick strap-on dildo and fuck me with it while her wealthy white female friends watched. Grabbing my hips, she thrust her dildo deep into my asshole. Hard and fast she pumped her dildo into my booty hole. Before I met my Mistress, I was a stranger to anal sex. Now I can take a nine-inch dildo up my asshole with no problem. This dominant white gal definitely had a lot of fun with me. I remember one time when she put me on all fours, face down and ass up. She whipped me with her black leather belt while her friends watched. I yelped as she flogged me. Laughing, Mistress Ruby only flogged me some more. Apparently, my pain turned her on. A lot of you reading this might wonder why I'm doing this. It's the only thing that makes me happy. Submission is how this Black woman finds fulfillment.

Sometimes, my Mistress tries even more extreme stuff. One time, she made me lick her pussy while kneeling before her. Her wealthy white female friends watched, fascinated. One of them even wanted to participate. Mistress Ruby introduced me to her good friend, a tall, skinny and red-haired white woman she introduced as Mistress Janet. The lovely Mistress Janet tied me up and shoved her entire fist up my pussy. I howled as she fisted me. Mistress Ruby stood nearby, smiling and watching with interest. Another time, the two of them fucked me together. Both wore strap-on dildos and filled me with them. I sucked on Mistress Ruby's strap-on dildo while Mistress Janet fucked me in the ass. Then Mistress Ruby fucked my ass while Mistress Janet fucked my pussy. That night, I howled in sheer pain mixed with pleasure. When all was said and done, they peed all over me and I licked their pussies dry. I'm a good submissive.

It's been six months since I first met Mistress Ruby. I've dropped out of Barrack College, and I now live with Mistress Ruby. Sometimes I miss the old life, along with my friends. I sometimes miss my family as well. Only sometimes. I'm very happy with Mistress Ruby. She gives my life purpose and structure. I'm a Black woman who voluntarily gave up her wealth and privilege to become the servant of a wealthy, middle-aged white woman because it's what makes me happy in life. And I've got zero regrets. These days, I relax at the foot of my Mistress bed. As long as she is happy, then I am happy.

My name is Christine Lambert. I'm a six-foot-tall, good-looking young Black woman of Haitian descent living in the city of Buffalo, New York. I work in real estate and it's depressing. The recession is in full swing and western New York is bearing the brunt of it in my opinion. There are scores of foreclosed homes in both African-American and White neighborhoods. Something has to be done and quickly. Otherwise we're doomed.

The city of Buffalo as it stands today isn't anything like the city I grew up in. When I was younger, the city of Buffalo was home to a thriving African-American middle class. Black men and Black women with money would leave the big city and raise their families in Buffalo. That was a long time ago. Before the recession. Now, Buffalo seems to be going to hell. Doesn't matter if you're black or white, you will feel the sting of the recession. I'm finding out that no one is recession proof.

My firm, Lambert & Russell Realtors, tries hard to thrive in the recession. Recently, I sold a nice house in East Buffalo to a black family from South Africa. I can't tell you how happy I was to sell a house to a black family. A nice two-story house with a big yard and a pool. The man of the family is Timothy Adewale, a London-born anthropologist who fought for human rights in The Republic of South Africa. He taught at a university in Johannesburg for ten years before moving to North America. He's going to head the anthropology department at Buffalo State University.

I liked the good professor and his family. His wife Carol was an attractive, kind of tall black woman in her early forties. She's an accounting executive with World Bank. Their misters Jerome and Andy are attending the local high school. Yeah, they looked good together. What they don't know is that the house I sold them used to belong to this wealthy Jewish guy named Michael Rosenthal. What happened to them was tragic.

Mike Rosenthal was a wealthy Jewish lawyer who lived in that big house with his wife Ira and their three flowers. When the recession hit, they tried to survive but eventually faced foreclosures. And what did Mike Rosenthal do? He committed suicide. Yeah, he sent himself to the next world. Sometimes, I wonder why so many white people seem self-destructive when things don't go their way. Blacks, Asians and Hispanics have been affected by the recession far more than white people have. Yet whenever I hear something about someone ending themselves over losing their house, it's never a permister of color.

Permisterally, I don't think white men and white women are used to having a tough time. Usually, they have it easy. Historically speaking, they always have. For centuries, they simply invaded other lands, wiped out the people and stole their resources. That's what they did to Native Americans, Aboriginals and Africans. Centuries later, they're still exploiting people of color around the world. Now, some progress has been made by people of color. The Republic of China along with the Japanese Empire threw off the shackles of European imperialism and rose to become dominant powers respected and feared throughout the planet Earth.

Scores of African countries who were once ruled by European powers demanded their independence and got it. Now, they call the shots in their homelands. As is their right as sovereign nations. Of course, Europeans won't leave them alone. They still interfere with these countries developments every chance they get. Usually under the guise of helping them. Imperialism is a fading system. Especially since white men and white women's numbers are plummeting worldwide. In the continent of North America, people of color will soon outnumber Caucasians. In the United States of America, a Black man is President. In the Republic of Canada, a Black woman runs the country.

I wish I could say I felt sorry for what happened to Rosenthal but I don't. His people have ruled the world for far too long. It's a good thing they're experiencing hardship these days. Europeans should come to know what permisteral and political pain, loss of power and status fall are. These might make them better people. Perhaps it's their time to be humred. If so, I say it's about time. No one can simply reign unchallenged and undefeated forever. That's because no one is invincible. Not even the imperialists themselves.

So it's with a smile on my face that I sold the foreclosed house of that Jewish American family to that nice black family from the Republic of South Africa. My way of balancing the universe. Karma is a bitch and so am I. Sometimes, I absolutely love my job. My real estate firm is doing alright in the recession. We have three offices and twenty employees. I've got African-Americans, Asians, Hispanics and Arabs working for me. My assistant Valerie, a young black woman who moved to Buffalo from Atlanta, recently hired some interns without my approval. One of those interns is this blonde-haired white chick named Rory Jones. Someone I can't stand.

Rory Jones is one of those bubbly, empty-headed and eternally happy-go-lucky white chicks I absolutely can't stand. She attends Buffalo State University and moved to Buffalo from Long Island last year. I can't stand this flat-chested skinny white chick. She asks too many questions. And like so many white chicks from the suburbs, she's got a serious case of jungle fever. I've caught her flirting with just about every black man who ever walks near the office. Yeah, I've got a dumb white slut working at my firm. She'll be with us for four weeks unless I can find a reamister to send her packing.

One day, I decided to check her computer to see if I could find dirt on her. As owner and chief executive of the firm, I could check into any of the computers at our offices. What I found amazed me, once I got passed her pathetically laughable firewall and her easy-to-guess password. Rory Jones was looking at a website featuring Black and White Lesbians. I was quite surprised, to say the least. Now, I know lots of women watch porn. I do too. However, I was really surprised that Rory Jones the dumb white slut was gay or at least bisexual. I thought she was a cock hunter for sure. As I looked at her history of visited websites, she walked in on me. I looked at her and smiled slyly. Rory frowned and asked me what I was doing there. The nerve on that woman. I told her that I was the firm's owner, and I could do whatever I wanted. Then I turned the PC around and showed Rory the websites. The white chick's face turned red when she saw it. I smiled. I had her right where I wanted her.

I stood up and glared at Rory Jones sternly. I told her that porn was forbidden at the office. As was using my firm's private computers for permisteral use. Rory Jones began blabbering. She told me that she was sorry about that. She explained that she was just curious. I smiled. Of course this white chick was curious about sexy, strong black women. She began pleading with me not to fire her. She told me that if she got tossed out of this firm's internship program, her GPA at school would drop. And if it dropped anymore, she would lose her financial aid and be powerd to drop out. I looked at the quivering, pleading young white woman. I licked my lips, imagining the possibilities. I smiled at Rory Jones.

That night, Rory Jones showed up at my house, ready to do anything I asked. I sat naked in my living room couch, and ordered her to strip naked before me. I looked at this pale and skinny, flat-chested white chick as she got naked before me. Not exactly hot but whatever. I ordered her to kneel before me and amazingly, she obeyed. I smiled at her, and rose to my feet. Then I fastened a black leather collar around her neck. Rory asked me what the collar was for. I told her that she was my property, and I was going to show her what a strong black woman was all about. Then I smacked her hard for questioning me. Rory gasped, but said nothing.

I fixed a leash to Rory's collar and walked around the house with her. You should have been there to see it. A strong black woman, gloriously naked, walking around with her submissive white female slave. It was so hot. I had a lot of fun with her that night. I ordered her to clean my house and she did. Rory did the dishes, cleaned the sink, broomed the floor and cleaned the toilet. She even did the windows. Afterwards, she knelt before me and sucked my toes. I've always wanted to make a submissive white chick suck my toes. Many dominant black lesbians have similar fantasies. When Rory was done sucking my toes, I ordered her to lie down. I laid my feet on her back, using her as a foot stool as I read the latest Zane novel.

Afterwards, I punished Rory for looking at porn in the first place. I bent her over my knee and spanked her until her pale ass turned crimmister. I spanked her with my hand and hairbrush. Rory yelped as she got her rightful punishment. To top things off, I made her spread her skinny thighs wide open and shoved two fingers into her pussy. Rory howled in pleasure as I fucked her with my fingers. I laughed and pinched her tits while fucking her. Then I donned my strap-on dildo and fucked her pussy with it. Rory squealed as I fucked her pussy with gusto, thrusting my strap-on dildo deep inside of her.

We really got into it and my sexy white female slave gave as good as she got. Rory was really submissive. After I plowed her pussy with my strap-on dildo, she begged me to fuck her in the ass. I spread her ass cheeks wide open and pressed my dildo against her asshole. With a swift thrust, I went inside. Rory squealed as I slammed my dildo up her asshole. Gripping her hips tightly, I rammed my dildo deep into her ass. Down where the sun didn't shine. I felt my pussy get really wet as I fucked this silly white chick up her ass. The power I felt as I completely dominated her was absolutely awesome. I wouldn't give it up for anything in the world. I fucked Rory's ass until she begged for mercy, then fucked her some more. We both came time and again, and had lots of fun.

That was the first of many nights of passion to come, folks. Rory is now my very willing and very permisteral white female slave. She delights in serving her strong and dominant black mistress. Since I became her dominatrix, Rory's schoolwork has improved and she's one of our most dedicated interns at the firm. Also, my house is really, really clean these days. Rory loves her new life. It took a strong and dominant black woman to teach this silly white chick the finer qualities in life such as discipline and obedience to rightful authority.

My name is Shamika Brown. I'm a six-foot-tall, square Black woman living in the city of Buffalo, New York. I run a shelter for immigrants and refugees known as the House of Life. I wear glasses, I'm somewhat curvy, with big tits and a big round ass. I also wear glasses. I'm in my forties and still not married because nobody can stand having me around. I'm your prototypical loud and obnoxious Black woman found in just about every major city in the United States of America. The inner city Black chick with the attitude problem. That's me in a nutshell.

I run the House of Life with a tight fist. Lots of immigrants and refugees on their way to Canada come there. Most of them are people of African, Hispanic, Asian and Middle-Eastern descent. Scores of men and women from Africa, Latin America, East Asia and the Middle East. All of them seeking a better life in the Republic of Canada. Apparently, Canada is kinder to its racially diverse immigrant population than the U.S. is. I guess it's because Canada is a Socialist country while America is and always been an Imperialist Nation. I can't stand these immigrants and refugees at the House of Life. I pretend to care about them but really, I like to make them suffer.

A common misconception among North American and European nations is that immigrants from Africa, Latin America, Asia and the Middle East are an undereducated lot. That's really not true. There are men and women with college degrees who find their way through the House of Life. Professors, accountants, scientists, college students and writers. Also, artists, technicians and s*******ed artisans. Yet like the arrogant bitch that I am, I constantly belittle these people and use my authority to make them feel bad. You might wonder why I do this. There are many reamisters why. You see, as a Black woman in America, I'm eternally angry and bitter. I can't stand Black men. It doesn't matter if they're hard-working, God-fearing, college-educated and law-abiding Black men. I can't let myself trust them or care about them. It's part of the training I received as a Black woman in America. I must always manipulate, betray, belittle and ultimately destroy the Black man. While women of other races support their men, it's my duty to destroy mine. I was conditioned to do this. It's my reamister for living.

The men I can't stand the most are the Haitians. Haitian men are different from African-American men. Most African-American men grew up in female-dominated households with no husbands or mans present. They aren't focused on anything academic and instead almost inevitably end up becoming criminals and/or siring multiple offspring upon multiple women. Offspring they can't take care of. Haitian men are different. While America's Black men and Black women are descended from slaves who were GIVEN their freedom by White men and White women, Haitians are an altogether different breed. The Black men and Black women of Haiti uprooted the racist colonial system led by the French and brought about the end of slavery on the island of Saint Domingue. Thus, Haiti's Black men and Black women formed the first independent Black Nation in the New World. Haiti's men and women are descended from warriors, heroes and victors. They have ruled their country since 1804. And they're still a proud, independent nation. The Black men and Black women of America have zero sense of identity for the most part. Most of them think of White people as some sort of superhumans. They rarely tap into their full potential. America's Black people need to focus on education as a way out of poverty and tell their misters and flowers to do the same. Black America needs to stop worshiping its athletes and entertainers and instead protect and support its academics. Black scholars are far more valuable to Black America than basketball players.

Because they run their own country while we have to endure White Oppression, many Haitians think they're better than us African-Americans. That's why, as an African-American woman, I love to make the Haitians, especially the Haitian men, have a lousy time while they reside at the House of Life. You see, while most African-Americans are lazy and shiftless bastards and bitches, Haitians are a hard-working lot. I've been told that Haitian men and Haitian women living in the Republic of Canada live longer and make more money than African-Americans living in the United States of America. Haitians are a hard-working, family-oriented and God-fearing lot. African-Americans are lazy, mean, selfish and short-sighted. I don't like to admit it but I know it's true.

At the House of Life, I'm very friendly to the White men and especially the White women who work in the Administrative Offices. They're the ones who process the paperwork of the immigrants seeking refuge in the Republic of Canada. Don't you find it funny that lots of loud-mouthed, angry Black women who verbally ( and sometimes physically) bash Black men seem to lose their attitude problem around White folks? I've been wondering about it myself. I love to verbally harass the Africans, Haitians, Hispanics, Asians and Arabs staying at the House of Life but I'm always nice to the White people. It must be a remnant of ancestral conditioning or something. Lots of African-Americans have that trait in them. Haitians don't have it. They look everyone, Black or White, directly in the eye and speak loudly to them. They seem fearless. I'm not. Deep down, I'm secretly in awe of White people, especially White women. That explains the seedy relationship I have with my boss Catherine O'Connor.

Catherine O'Connor is a liaimister between the unseen Powers That Be in Buffalo City and the House of Life. A short, red-haired and chubby White woman in her fifties. We work together at the House of Life and I'm completely subservient to her. I find that lots of Black American women get very submissive around bossy older White women. I don't know why but I feel very obedient around Miss O'Connor. And I feel very happy when I obey her. Almost unnaturally happy, it seems. Strange, huh?

Miss O'Connor introduced me to the wonders of something called Race Play. It's a game of sexual domination between men and women, and there's a racial element involved. We have lots of wicked fun at her house when nobody's looking. Miss O'Connor has promised to transform me. She tells me that lots of unruly Black women from the inner city have an attitude problem and desperately need an attitude adjustment. She seeks to help me get in touch with the part of me that's docile and pliant. I'm very happy with what she's doing to me. Someday, I'll be a sweet and refined lady instead of the uncouth urban barbarian that I am now.

Obedience to Miss O'Connor is key. And I do this very well. The first day, she made me undress and show her my body. Miss O'Connor inspected my body while wearing latex gloves. She fingered my pussy and asshole while exploring my mouth. Satisfied, she hosed me to clean me up before making me wear a Black and White maid's uniform. Once I was properly dressed, she made sure I followed her instructions to the letter. I cleaned her house, and also ironed her clothes. I cooked for her and served her tea. Miss O'Connor was very impressed with me. And I actually found fulfillment by obeying her. Little by little, Miss O'Connor began transforming me from a loud and obnoxious, perpetually hostile Black woman of the inner city into a docile and pliant permister. That woman could work wonders.

Sometimes when I disobeyed her, Miss O'Connor had the task of punishing me. I didn't really mind when she brought out her cane and used it on me. Or when she would bend me over her knee, completely naked, and give my big Black ass a good spanking. Yes, it stung but I knew I deserved it. When my Mistress was pleased with me, she would make me kneel before her and spread her fat thighs. I would breathe in the scent of her womanhood and begin licking her pussy like there was no tomorrow. I love licking the sweet pussy of my Mistress. I'm a middle-aged Black American woman who loves kneeling before a White woman and orally worship her in the year 2009. Miss O'Connor would grab the back of my neck and urge me to lick her pussy like there was no tomorrow. And of course I always did exactly as she asked me. The highlight of these sensual experiences is when Miss O'Connor dons her thick strap-on dildo and fucks me with it. My Mistress puts me on all fours, face down and ass up. That's the way she likes to fuck me. She would then grab my wide hips and thrust her dildo deep into my pussy. I screamed passionately as my sexy White Mistress fucked my Black female pussy. I love it when she dominates me like this. Sometimes, we really push the envelope together. Mistress would whip my big Black ass with her leather belt while spreading my ass cheeks in order to finger my asshole. After fingering my asshole for a while, Mistress likes to shove her dildo up my ass. It hurts, and also feels kind of good. Anal sex is absolutely fantastic. Damn, I love it!

Yes, my Mistress and I have lots of fun together. We've got a very good understanding between us. In our sexually adventurous games of Race Play, she's the Mistress and I'm her very willing and very eager Black female slave. It's a lot of fun for both of us. She gets to fulfill her interracial lesbian domination fantasies and I get to be transformed from a loud and obnoxious Black chick from the inner city to a more docile and pliant, easygoing human being. In the long run, it's what's best for me. No matter how much of a witch I am to the poor immigrants at the House of Life in Buffalo City, remember that I'm somebody else's bitch at night. And I love it. It's brought balance into my life.

My name is Jolene Brown. I'm a six-foot-tall, good-looking, blonde-haired and green-eyed white woman living in the city of Buffalo, New York. I'm a student at Buffalo State College, majoring in sociology. I basically want to understand people and why they do what they do. I also like to dominate people. Especially Black women. These sexy ladies from the inner city need some discipline. This is my story of getting by in the big city.

For as long as I can remember, I've been fascinated by black women. Make that strong black women. Sexy black women have always haunted this white lesbian's dreams. I had pictures of Black female celebrities like Alicia Keys, Vivica Fox, Gabrielle Union, Pam Grier and Serena Williams in my room growing up. What can I say? I simply love black women. Unfortunately, most of those I approached didn't like me. I'm a nerdy white chick from the suburbs. I've caught flack from friends and family for being a lesbian. I also caught flack from them because I like black women. I didn't care. I like who I like. The world can kiss my pasty white ass. I'm an openly gay white woman who worships black chicks. Got it? Cool.

The first black woman I dated was Elisabeth Jones, a gorgeous lady I met while shopping at the Galleria Mall. This tall, sexy black woman simply took my breath away. She's a professor of business at the local community college. Her husband Joel is a policeman. They have two flowers and two misters together. I was fascinated by her. Fortunately, Elisabeth was bisexual and she kind of liked sexually adventurous white chicks like myself. We embarked on a torrid, secretive romance.

Elisabeth Jones was the first permister I ever had sex with. She was also the first permister who broke my heart. I was completely submissive to her throughout our relationship. You see, Elisabeth was really into BDSM. And this gorgeous black woman taught me the art of presentation. I loved her. Yet she dumped me without warning. My calls to her were never returned. In the end, she took a restraining order against me. Isn't that great? Ever since that day, I permanently switched from sexually submissive femme to totally domineering butch woman.

Right now, I'm having a lot of fun with my good friend Nina Hawthorne. A graduate of Spelman College and Clark Atlanta University who's newly enrolled in Buffalo State College's graduate school. She's a tall, curvy and really beautiful young Black woman who's led a sheltered life throughout her existence. Her man's a millionaire. She's spoiled rotten as a result. She's addicted to extreme experiences. So I asked her to try the ultimate social and sexual experiment. For thirty days, she will play the role of the sexually submissive Black female slave while I play the role of the dominant White mistress.

I'm having a lot of fun dominating Nina Hawthorne. So far, she hasn't said no to anything I asked her to do. I made her clean my clothes, do my floors and also cook my food. I love having a sexy black female slave who does everything I say. And I refuse to feel any guilt about it. It was Nina's idea to try this. I'm just playing along. A real white mistress wouldn't feel guilt about bossing around her black female slave. Not in those days. To play the part, I had to toughen up mentally.

Nina was simply wonderful. She did everything that she was told. She also seemed to like it when I berated her. Not only that but she seemed to really like it when I punished her for doing something wrong. I love to bend Nina over my knee and I spank her big black ass with the back of my hand. Other times I use a hair brush to really punish her ass. She yelps as I punish her and seems to really like it. I love to punish Nina's sexy ass. It's so big and round, like that of most black women. I wish I had a nice ass like that.

I love to humiliate and dominate Nina, and she loves it when I take complete control of her. I put a collar around her neck and walk her around the house. Sometimes, I sit down and order her to lick my feet. I love it when she kneels before me like an obedient slave and asks timidly to lick my pussy. I then smack her face hard and then order her to lick my pussy. Obediently, she starts lapping away at my pussy. Nina is such a wonderful submissive. And her s*******s at oral sex are second to none. With her magic tongue and agile fingers, she knows how to make this butch woman's toes curl.

Yeah, I was having a lot of fun playing the role of the dominant white mistress who has sexual relations with her black female slave. Nina is a natural when it came to presentation. I've discovered a lot of things about her since we began this little game. She's not terribly smart, though she's good at wasting her parents hard-earned money. She also craves new sensations. And last but not least, she's obedient. How is she obedient? She responds to authority because she's got an innate desire to please authority figures. I understood this about her and made it work to my advantage.

Nina likes to get fucked roughly and I'm totally cool with that. That's why I bought a big strap-on dildo and fucked her with it very often. I love to put her on all fours and spank her big black ass until it's blue. Then I put on my strap-on dildo and push it inside of her pussy. Nina loves it when I cram the dildo into her pussy. And I love plowing it inside of her. Not as much as I enjoy fucking her in the ass, though. I press the dildo against her asshole and push it inside. With a swift thrust, I sink it deep into her asshole. Nina is definitely no virgin when it comes to anal sex. She's had a lot of cocks, dildos and fingers up there. But she's never had anything quite like my ten-inch dildo. With it, I make Nina squeal. I plunge my dildo so far up her ass, I'm almost surprised it didn't come out of her mouth. I pound her ass mercilessly and have my way with her. She loves to submit and I love to dominate. Works for both of us.

After this memorable experiment, Nina and I grew closer together. The experiment was a success. We both laugh about it every now and then. It was fun but had to end someday. At least that's what I thought. One day, Nina told me that submitting to me has changed her. She no longer wants to be a graduate student. She doesn't want to go into the professional world. She wants to be my slave. For real. I was stunned, but not enough to look a gift horse on the mouth. I kissed Nina passionately, then put my collar around her neck. She's now mine forever. We've left Buffalo and now live in Massachusetts. The year is 2009 and I'm a white woman who lives in suburbia with her very willing and very happy black female slave. She walked away from a life of privilege because serving me is what makes her happy in this life. And I'm glad she's mine. I wouldn't have it any other way.

Katherine Donnell is the name and sexual play is the nature of my game. I love to dominate ( and sometimes be dominated by ) other women and I include racial elements in my deeply sexual games. I'm a six-foot-one, lean and wiry young white woman of Irish descent living in the city of Buffalo, New York. I'm a student at Buffalo State University, majoring in psychology. I'm having a lot of fun with my submissive Wanda Jones, a young black woman from nearby Caritas College.

Wanda Jones simply loves being dominated. She's captain of the women's volleyball team at Caritas College, and she's a very dominant player on the team. This six-foot-three, 250-pound black woman is an unlikely choice for a submissive. She's got huge tits, wide hips, a thick body, thick legs and a huge, round ass. We're talking about more than sixty inches of fine black ass here. And she's very much into the wonderful experiences which can be found in the world of interracial lesbian domination.

We met the first time I visited Caritas College. This small, historically black private school is located in the east side of the city of Buffalo. It has a 3000-permister student body, and fifty six percent of them are of African-American descent. The school's president, Ramona Brown, is a tall, square woman of African-American and Hispanic descent. She's a 1989 graduate of Caritas College and the permister directly responsible for its athletic expansion. After eighty years as a two-year college, Caritas College made the transition to a four-year school. It began granting bachelors degrees in 2000. Caritas College offers varsity teams in men's and women's basketball, men's baseball, women's softball, men's football, men's and women's swimming, women's track & field, men's and women's soccer, men's and women's cross country and men's and women's volleyball. They compete in the NCAA Division Three. Considering they only have a thirty-million-dollar endowment, that's mighty impressive.

I attend the prestigious Buffalo State University, a school with a 9000-permister student body. It's in the west side of Buffalo. My school has a sixty-million-dollar annual endowment. Sixty eight percent of the student body is Caucasian. Students of African-American, Asian and Hispanic descent make up the remaining thirty two percent. Buffalo State University competes in men's baseball, golf, basketball, cross country, soccer, swimming, gymnastics, football, wrestling, golf, tennis and ice hockey along with women's softball, basketball, cross country, soccer, swimming, gymnastics, track & field, ice hockey, field hockey, volleyball, golf, lacrosse and rugby. We compete in the NCAA Division One.

Yeah, I guess you could say that my good friend Wanda and I lived in two different worlds. That doesn't mean we didn't have a lot in common. Her man Joel Jones is a civil engineer and her lady Lilah Jones works as a schoolteacher in the Buffalo public schools systems. Her brother Jerome is a lawyer in Manhatttan. My parents are both teachers. I'm not rich. I attend Buffalo State University thanks to some federal financial aid. Yet underneath it all, Wanda and I were birds of a feather. Two young lesbians from middle-class families living in the racially diverse city of Buffalo.

As fate would have it, we found each other online. And we fell in love. We have a wonderfully kinky and deeply loving relationship. I've always been attracted to exotic women. From singer Jennifer Lopez to actress Gabrielle Union. From professional tennis player Serena Williams to model Drew Sidora and many others. I love black women and Hispanic women. These dark-skinned beauties are simply irresistible to me. I can't get enough of them. When I finger my pussy at night, I think about these sexy black women and these gorgeous Hispanic women. They're so amazing.

The first time I laid eyes on Wanda, I was smitten. I liked her big, sexy body. I loved her big round ass. I liked her cute, innocent face. I loved her almond-shaped brown eyes. I loved her dark brown skin. I loved her neatly braided black hair. I loved her sexy lips. I loved her kind smile. I simply loved that woman. And amazingly, not only was she also gay but she liked me. I've had many crushes on straight chicks. I think you can guess they didn't turn out too good. You can't change someone simply because you love them. I learned that the hard way.

I love making love to Wanda. My sweet Wanda. My big sexy black Amazon is a total submissive in bed. She loves it when I take control of her. I would tie up her hands and legs, and then go to work on her. I'd spread her thick legs and lick her pussy while she writhed on the bed and moaned in pleasure. I love to finger her pussy while licking it. Going down on my woman makes me happy. I love using a strap-on dildo on Wanda. I make her get on all fours and spank her big butt before slamming my dildo into her pussy. I would grip her hair and pull it while fucking her pussy with my thick dildo. Other times, I would push the envelope and fuck her in other ways. Wanda loves anal sex. Yes, lesbians like anal sex too. I would spread her thick ass cheeks and press my dildo against her asshole. Slowly but surely, I eased my plastic cock into her asshole. Once most of it was inside, I begin pumping it inside of her. Wanda is a real screamer during those sessions. And I love fucking her.

Yeah, my sweet Wanda and I are very happy together. I love her and I don't care who knows it. The whole campus knows I'm gay. And they also know of my penchant for loving black women. They've seen me with Wanda. My parents know we're going out. They're not happy about it. They'd rather see me with a man. I don't care. I've always loved women. Especially exotic women of black and Hispanic descent. Wanda is the perfect companion for me. The love I have for her is real and deep. I can see myself growing old with her. She's amazing. I'm lucky she's in my life.

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The Claiming of Jennifer Kim


I think my favorite moment with Jennifer was when she realized that I had her. It was that look on her face when it all hit her.

All those panicked thoughts and emotions rushing through her head suddenly turning to a shocked realization. At that moment she knew that I owned her. She knew that I could make her do whatever I wanted her to do. She had no choice at all.

Actually I suppose she did have a choice; she could turn herself in for being part of the cheating ring in *** 104 that semester. All the rest had been expelled, and of course she would be expelled as well. Or, she could give herself to me, the TA who caught her red-handed.

I am sure she wondered why her friends had been expelled, and she had not. It was a simple oversight, I would explain. I just missed her exam on the first pass. The details are not really irrelevant. The bottom line was that if I turned her in, she would be expelled from the university. If I did not turn her in, she would keep her "A" on the midterm, and be on the path to medical school or whatever.

I could see her thoughts turn quickly. The panic of getting caught was instantly replaced with dread as she focused her sights on me. I could see her wondering in horror about what I would demand of her. Would it be sexual? Would she have to take off her clothes or perform kind of sexual act on me? Thoughts like those may have disgusted her at that moment, but it was definitely better than facing her parents back home.

I should mention now that Jennifer is Asian. Korean I think. Well, at least her parents were Korean; Jennifer grew up here in Southern California. I only mention this because I have heard that the pressure to do well in school is a lot more intense for Asian American kids. Maybe that's why she felt the need to cheat on that midterm. All that extra pressure from her family made her do some desperate things. I think it is true. I could see it in her eyes: that "Oh, God ... please, no!" look of complete desperation.

"What would I have to do?" She asked me feebly, as I smiled, all smug and victorious.

That was the moment she surrendered to me.

"Well Miss Kim," I said, "First, why don't you unbutton your blouse?"

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly, reluctantly undid the first button.

I started easy that day, but over the following weeks and months I would go on to turn this cute little Asian coed into my own permisteral sex slave. I would punish her, dominate her, humiliate her, and fuck her mercilessly. I would power her to perform for my pleasure. I would relish in her total presentation and debasement. I would push her to new depths of depravity. This gorgeous little over-achieving pre-med freshman would be transformed into a naked, groveling, shoe-licking whore. And the best part of it is ... she would grow to love it.

[End of Prologue]

[Chapter 1]

That first time I made Jennifer Kim strip for me, I felt an incredible rush of erotic energy. The feeling of complete power was intoxicating. We were in the lab supply room on campus and I had just finished revealing the fact that I had discovered she had cheated on the midterm. She knew she had no choice but to obey my orders.

I remember how tearful and reluctant she was as she slowly peeled each article of clothing off of her petite Asian frame. It took forever, but I was patient. I had plenty of time and I enjoyed every painful moment of her offense.

As she stood naked and trembling before me, I noticed that she had a rather attractive body. As a college freshman, she was young and nubile, with pleasant curves, and soft, smooth skin. Thankfully she was not too skinny, despite her Korean heritage. This was a pleasant surprise.

You see I had never really been especially attracted to Asian girls. I know a lot of white guys have an Asian fetish, but I never understood why. There were many Asian communities in Orange County where I grew up, so there were many Asian girls around. Some were cute I guess. But I always dated the blonde cheerleader types in high school, and then the brainy art majors in college.

Asian girls always seemed distant somehow. Like they were just out of reach. They always seemed to hang out together in huge groups. They were always either studying or they were in some big church group. Asian girls like Jennifer Kim acted like they were too good for guys like me.

So now that I had her under my control, the fact that she was Asian was a huge turn on for me. It was like I had stolen her from another tribe. I felt like I had captured her and *******ped her away from her people, and now she was my captive. I don't know if me being white made it worse for her or not.

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"What would I have to do?" She asked me feebly, as I smiled, all smug and victorious.

That was the moment she surrendered to me.

"Well Miss Kim," I said, "First, why don't you unbutton your blouse?"

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly, reluctantly undid the first button.

Instantly my cock became hard. She was really doing it. She kept her eyes closed as she unbuttoned the second button exposing her delicate cleavage and the top of her sensible white Victoria's Secret Bra.

She took another deep breath as she finished unbuttoning her blouse.

"Take it off, Jennifer." I said sternly. I wasn't asking her to do it, I was telling her to do it, and she knew it.

"Please." she begged "Not here. Somebody could walk in."

"That's not my problem Jennifer." I said, firm but calm. "Now take it off."

I could tell she was holding back tears as she removed her blouse.

"Set it on the bench." I commanded. "Then undo your jeans and drop them down to your knees."

Her eyes widened. She stood motionless. I said nothing. Silence hung in the air.

Finally she set the blouse on the lab bench. Then she closed her eyes again in shame as she slowly unbuttoned her jeans. She took another deep breath which made her breasts heave ever so slightly as she slipped her thumbs into the sides of her True Religions, and then bent over, pushing them down to gather around her knees.

She stood up straight and wrapped her arms around herself in a vain attempt to preserve her modesty.

"Arms at your sides" I snapped.

She obeyed. Good girl.

I sat down on a chair and looked at her, admiring her form. Her pert breasts, her flat stomach, the curve of her hips. She wore light blue bikini panties. Her smooth thighs were pressed tightly together. Now her eyes were open, staring straight ahead with hard resolve. Her teeth were probably clenched behind here tightly closed lips. She was trying to power through this indignity. I have to admit, the girl had spirit.

"Okay." I smiled. "Lose the bra Jennifer."

"Please David" Her strong resolved eyes suddenly became pleading and pitiful. "Please no..."

"You will address me as 'Sir'." I said coldly.

She looked at me, stunned and confused.

"Do you understand Jennifer?"

"Y-yes .... Sir." Her eyes dropped.

"Now take off your fucking bra and set it on the fucking bench!" I said calmly but with some anger.

As she reached up to the clasp between her breasts, she began to cry. She opened the clasp and freed her breasts. She slid the tangle of straps off her shoulders and almost angrily slammed the bra down on the bench next to her blouse. She then placed her arms at her sides without being told, allowing a full view of her lovely well-shaped boobs and their perky pink nipples.

I smiled as I examined at her exposed breasts. They were not the best tits I had ever seen, but they fit her shape very well. I wouldn't change a thing about them.

"Very nice Jennifer." I said smiling at her obvious discomfort.

She did not respond.

In time I would train her to thank me for giving her such a compliment, but right now she was clearly overwhelmed with embarrassment, so I was not going to push it just yet.

"Okay Jennifer." I said gently, in a reassuring tone. "Now the panties."

Her crying intensified. Her face was red and tears streamed down her face. I waited. She looked at me, begging me through her tears. I raised an eyebrow as if to say "Well, get on with it."

Then she did it.

She looped her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her creamy thighs to the crumble of her jeans around her ankles. Then, as she sobbed openly in complete offense, she straightened her body, with arms diligently at her sides, fists clenched. And she stood before me completely naked.

At that point all I could do as a man was stare directly at her bush. There must be some evolutionary drive that male primates have: when a female sex organ is exposed, the rest of the world disappears.

Her little tuft of pubic hair was perfect. It was as black as the hair on her head. She had trimmed it slightly so that it was not unruly, but there was still enough to protect her modesty.

I was glad that she had not shaved it bald. I hate it when women do that. It makes them look slutty, or worse, it makes them look like a little girl. However, I do enjoy powering a woman to shave herself bald, or tying a woman up and shaving her myself. I realize that is a contradiction, but there you have it. It's a domination thing.

"Now clasp your hands behind your neck." I said.

She did so without objection, but she continued to sob. Now she stood in the classic Gorean "display" position. I am sure that young Jennifer Kim would have no idea what "Gorean" was, but in time she would. Indeed she would learn every Gorean slave position out there. She would learn to dance for me and please me like only a s*******ed "Kajira" could. But that was many weeks away.

Right now, at this moment, I paused and let her stand there naked. I liked watching her stand there under my control as she cried. I liked seeing her trendy jeans and expensive panties tangled up around her ankles. My cock was rock hard and I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to bend her over a lab stool, grab a handful of her long dark hair, and take her from behind right there in the lab supply room. But I knew it was too soon. Sure, I could easily overpower her, but I wanted to dominate her psychologically. Breaking her down was going to be a long process, and I needed to be patient.

"Turn around Jennifer." I said. "I would like to see your ass."

She turned for me obediently, a little awkward with her jeans around her ankles, and presented her beautiful bare ass to me.

With her hands behind her neck and her elbows high. Her hourglass shape looked absolutely breathtaking. She was a portrait of sumptuous femininity. I think that waist-to-hip curve was my favorite part of her body.

I had not planned on touching her at all for that first meeting, but now I simply could not help myself. I stood and approached her from behind. I placed both of my hands lightly on her hips. She shuddered a bit, but did not break her stance. I let my hands roam forward over her hips and down the fronts of her upper thighs as I lightly pressed my chest against her back, and my crotch rubbed against her ass. My erection was raging behind my jeans.

Oh my god, her skin was so soft. I have never felt skin like that. Her straight dark hair smelled so good up close. Now I was starting to understand why so many white guys are in to Asian girls. I slid my hands up her stomach, and cupped each of her breasts. She gasped. At that moment I could have sworn she pushed back slightly on my chest and cock...could this girl possibly be turned on?

I gently squeezed her breasts and lightly pinched her nipples. I did not want to hurt her yet. I just wanted to play and explore. I wanted to let her know that I was in charge, and that I could do whatever I wanted to her. As I fondled her breasts I felt her hear racing.

At this point, touching her pussy would have ended it. She would have screamed, and called the cops or something. I had already gone to far by touching her skin and fondling her breasts. I should have saved that for the second meeting. This meeting should have just been about making her expose her body at my behest and that's all.

This was stage one. I had a plan, and I needed to stick to the plan. First meeting: make her strip. Second meeting: touch her body and fondle her breasts. Third Meeting: touch her pussy.

If I wasn't careful, she would freak out and I would lose my job and maybe even end up in jail. So as I write this now, I can say that I really don't know what came over me. Maybe it was the smell of her hair or the softness of her skin. Perhaps it was how fast her heart was beating, or how her breathing had changed as I played with her breasts. Maybe it was all of those things. But in a moment of uncharacteristic recklessness I slid my right hand down, caressing her belly slowly, then I ran my palm over her pubis, and hooked my middle finger into her pussy.

To my utter amazement, innocent young Jennifer Kim was completely wet.

She gasped loudly and tightened her pussy around my fingers as she clenched her ass and pressed her thighs together with my hand in between them. She was so wet my finger had slipped in very easily, but now her clenched thighs trapped it. I think my middle finger was resting on her clitoris, but it was hard to tell. I rubbed a little, and she let out a little moan. Jackpot.

My mind was racing. What the hell was I doing fingering her so soon? It's like I had lost control. This girl with the soft skin and nice-smelling hair was making me crazy. She was making me lose control. And I never lose control. I needed to reassert my dominance.

"Well, well, well..." I said in a mocking tone. "It looks like you are actually enjoying this. You are soaking wet. Are you enjoying this Jennifer?"

She whimpered a "mnghh" an squirmed a little.

"Answer me Jennifer." I said, continuing to mock her. "You like it don't you?"

"No." she panted.

I laughed. "Then why are you so wet? Huh, Jennifer?" I rubbed her clit a little more. My plan was completely destroyed now. She moaned, but I couldn't tell if it was a protest moan or a moan of desire. She unclasped her hands and grabbed my wrists. Uh-oh.

I pulled my finger out of her pussy and took my other hand off of her breast. I stepped backward and sat back down on my chair. She stood there stunned for a moment.

"Come here Jennifer." I said with my sternest, firmest Dom voice. She stood there. This was the moment of truth. Would she come?

"Don't make me turn you in Jennifer." I said reminding her why she was here. "Think about your career. It would be a shame for such a bright young lady to have to tell her parents why she was expelled."

Then, her head sunk, she turned around and awkwardly walked to me with her jeans and panties still around her ankles. I was completely relieved. Now she was really mine.

I commanded her to lay face down across my lap. She did as she was told. I was preparing her for a bare-bottom spanking. She laid across my lap, giving me perfect access to her beautiful little butt. She was crying again. I caressed her bare ass as I spoke to her.

"You were a very bad girl Miss Kim." I said condescendingly. "Weren't you?"

"yes" she said, resigned.

SMACK! I slapped her ass hard.

"AGHH!" she muffled a surprised scream. I could tell that she had never been spanked.

"yes what?" I asked. She grunted. "Yes ... ugh ... yes, sir."

"Good girl. Now say it."

"Say what?"

SMACK! My handprint burned pink on her fair white ass.

"Oww! Say what, SIR!?!"

"Say that you have been a very bad girl."

"Ugh I ... " She took a breath. "I've been a very bad girl."

SMACK!

"Agh!" She squirmed and bucked on my lap. I had used my right hand to spank her and my left to hold her in place.

"Say it again." I commanded coldly.

"I've been a very bad girl, sir." She whimpered.

"You are a dirty little cheater." I said.

"Yes, sir. I am a dirt little cheater, sir." She struggled to say between sobs.

I smiled and caressed her tender ass. "This ass now belongs to me." I thought to myself.

I spanked her a few more times. She moaned and struggled, but she took each one of them like a champ.

Then I switched hands: I used my left hand to spank her, as my right hand explored her exposed pussy. Just as I suspected: the innocent little Asian girl Jennifer Kim was dripping wet again.

She jumped as I penetrated her with two fingers. I held her in place over my lap with my left arm.

"Wow Jennifer, You are really turned on, aren't you?

SMACK!

"ARENT YOU!?!"

"Ughhh!! Yes, sir!" The shame in her quivering voice was palpable.

I started moving my fingers in and out slowly. "Here I thought you were this little Asian angel. Just a prissy little honors student."

She started writhing as I mocked her. My fingers were fucking her as I held her hips in place. Her ankles still bound by her jeans and panties.

"But you aren't a good little girl at all are you Jennifer?"

"No sir."

"What are you really, Jennifer?"

"A ... a slut , sir."

Well, I was not expecting that at all. I was expecting her to say that she was a 'bad little girl' or something. But instead she introduced the 's' word. Okay. She called herself a slut. Wow.

I laughed at her as she responded to my finger fucking. She dropped her head in shame and her long dark hair spilled on the floor around her.

"Well, Jennifer, technically a slut fucks for free. You are going to fuck me because you want something in return....So what does that make you Jennifer?"

She groaned loudly. It was a groan of total defeat.

"What does that make you, Jennifer?" I said. I was enjoying myself, gloating over her debasement.

"A whore, sir."

"That's right Jennifer."

SMACK!

"You are nothing..."

SMACK!

"...but a fucking..."

SMACK!

"...worthless ..."

SMACK!

"...cocksucking.."

SMACK!

"...WHORE!"

SMACK!

Her upturned ass was quite pink now. I continued to gently finger-fuck her as I spanked her. By this time she was bucking wildly, the combination of the pain from the spanking and the offense of my insults, mixed with pleasure of the finger-fucking was driving her absolutely crazy.

Before that day, she may not have known that she was a sexual submissive. But now it was clear, to me at least. I have seen this before. Jennifer Kim was a natural sub. And I was going to make her mine.

She was getting close. I could tell.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Jennifer?"

"No, sir!"

"Do you want me to fuck you hard?"

"Ugh agh, No sir! No! Please sir!"

"Please what?"

"mmmgh ...Please ... ugh ...please don't fuck me sir! Agh ah.."

"Well then, are you going to suck my cock like a two-dollar Bangkok whore?"

Of course, Bangkok is in Thailand, and Jennifer was Korean. I pretended like I did not know the difference. Koreans are usually very proud of their heritage, and being referred to as a Thai whore was probably extra-insulting. I continued to work her pussy.

"ughh yes sir!"

"You want me to fuck you Jennifer?"

"hghh nnngg .... yes ... yes sir ... anything you want sir." She whimpered pathetically.

"Say 'me love you long time'." I said.

"What?!"

SMACK!

"hughh .. me love you long time ...sir ..."

"No, say it with an accent."

"Oh god..."

SMACK!

"SAY IT JENNIFER!"

She knew exactly what I wanted. Jennifer had grown up in California, and certainly did not have an Asian accent at all. But I made her fake one to sound like a cheap Oriental whore. I am sure that she had never been so humiliated. She obliged. It was amazing.

"Me love you long time!"

"Again."

"Me love you long time!"

"Again!"

"ughh... me... me love you long time! Hhhh"

And with that I pulled my fingers out of her pussy, and pushed her off my lap. She landed on her side, naked and sweating, laying on the floor. She looked up at me, shocked and confused.

Of course, the only thing more humiliating than begging to be fucked, is begging to be fucked and getting denied.

"please sir..."

"Now shut up and listen to me Jennifer." I said, standing and pointing at her. "You are going to come back here tomorrow after lecture and you are going to do some work for me. If you do well, I will give you the fuck you were begging for."

She looked hurt, lying there, defeated and denied.

I pulled out a fifty dollar bill from my wallet, crumpled it and threw it at her.

"I want you to take that to Victoria's Secret in Westwood and buy a black thong and matching bra. Then you will wear them tomorrow when you come here. Understand?"

"Yes sir."

"And if you don't show up, I will turn your pretty little ass in and you will be expelled. Am I clear?"

"Yes sir." She started to cry again.

"Now for god's sake pull your pants up." I said with disgust. "And get out of here."

She wept as she gathered her clothes and tried to get herself together.

I acted cold. I dismissed her with a wave of my hand. I pretended to be indifferent, but the truth is I could not wait until the next day after lecture...

I could not relax the night before. All I could do was think about her and jerk off.

Innocent young Jennifer Kim naked in my lab room, bent over my knee and completely under my control. I admit that I was afraid she might not come back the next day as I had commanded. She might come to her senses and accuse me of blackmail. If she were to get a good lawyer she could possibly be able to have me fired AND manage to not be expelled.

I really did not know what she was capable of. But I suspected that, on some deep sub-conscious level, Jennifer really liked the way I treated her. Something in her would bring her back to me the next day.

I had a rush of relief and arousal when she appeared at my door, just as I had ordered. She looked like any other generic Asian
undergrad
chick standing there in her jeans, sneakers and UCLA hoodie.

Only she and I knew what she really was. Thanks to my particularly insidious blackmail, the studious and conservative Jennifer Kim had been powerd to become my own delicious little sex slave.

"Come in." I said.

Meek and submissive, gripping her backpack, hardly making eye contact, shifting uncomfortably, she had come back for more.

Without looking up from my work I asked her "Did you follow my orders Jennifer?"

Out of the corner of my eye I could see her bite her lip, close her eyes and take a deep breath.

"y...yes sir." She said weakly.

"What did you say Jennifer? I didn't hear you." I said smiling.

"yes sir." She said clearly.

"Yes sir, what Jennifer?" I said in a patronizing, scolding tone.

She took another breath. "Yes sir, I bought the underwear like you said."

"No Jennifer" I said crossly. "You do not get to refer to yourself in the first permister. First permister is reserved for decent upstanding young ladies, not wanton little whores like you."

I could see my insult burn into her as her face reddened.

"You will use the third permister to refer to yourself. Do you know what "third permister" means Jennifer?" I said as condescendingly as I could.

She opened her eyes and glared at me hard. Wow. Okay, this girl really does not like to have her intelligence insulted. Good to know.

"Yes, SIR." She growled.

"Well then use it you stupid cunt. I will ask you again. What order of mine did you follow?"

Clearly seething with anger she said, "This ... girl ... bought the underwear... like you said ... SIR."

"Good." I responded "Are you wearing it now like I told you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Excellent" I turned back to my work, not looking at her. "Well let's see it then."

She stood there.

"Chop chop Jennifer." I said, not looking up from my computer. " I suggest you start with your shoes."

Resigned and defeated, she set down her backpack. Then sat on a lab stool to remove her sneakers and her cute little baby blue Bruin socks. She sat for a moment. Then asked:

"Please, sir ... can we do this somewhere else? Anyone could walk in and see me!"

"Third permister, stupid cunt." I said coldly, still not looking at her.

"Please sir..." her voice starting to crack, "Anyone could walk in and see ... this girl."

"No." I said flatly.

I heard her breathing intensify. In the reflection of my computer screen I could see her removing her hoodie. In the reflection I could barely see the black bra contrasting with her fair Asian
skin
. I did not look away from my screen. I ignored her as she stripped off her clothes.

Moments later, without looking at her, I could tell she had stripped down to the black thong panties and matching bra that I had commanded her to buy. I had to give her an assignment. I had to have her focused on completing a task. It would distract her away from any thoughts of turning me in. That's why I gave her money to buy the underwear. By accepting the $50 bill, she was tacitly accepting the assignment, and by extension, my domination over her. Plus, black lingerie really turns me on.

She stood there for a moment, probably trembling, vulnerable and exposed.

I continued to deliberately ignore her, focusing on my computer. You see it is one thing to be leered at while you strip to your underwear. If you are an attractive young girl like Jennifer, you learn early in your teens, that your sexuality is one of your greatest powers. You come to expect men to leer at you from time to time, it may be annoying and sometimes creepy, but it reminds you that you have a certain power over heterosexual men of all ages, and that feels good.

However, when your sexuality is ignored, it strips you of that power. It is quite another level of offense to strip down to your slutty underwear while being completely ignored by a man.

I am sure that it made her feel cheap and embarrassed, standing there in her thong and bra in the lab supply room while I worked. Finally she could stand the tension no longer.

"Sir?" She asked.

"Yes?" I responded, not looking.

"I ... um ... this girl is ...done" She said.

"Done with what?" I asked.

She sighed. "She is done ... taking her clothes off."

"Okay" I said.

Another long pause.

"Sir ... what should ...um ... this girl...do?" she was starting to sound desperate.

"Nothing, until I am ready to deal with you." I said.

"Okay, sir."

That more or less cut the tension. Once I said "nothing" she had her instructions, so that is what she did. It is basic sub
psychology
. She needed to be told what to do. So, after another brief pause, I saved the file I was working on, and swiveled around in my chair to look at her. I looked her up and down slowly. She closed her eyes in embarrassment as I examined her every curve. She actually looked pretty good for an Asian girl. I made a circular gesture with my index finger - a nonverbal instruction for her to turn around.

She turned for me, obviously ashamed that she was being powerd to present herself like this. I absolutely loved to see her tight little Korean ass and her narrow little Korean hips in that tiny black thong. I have a fetish for women in black underwear, and seeing Jennifer's perfectly smooth butt made me hard instantly.

"Stick out your ass for me Jennifer." I commanded.

She did not respond.

"Now!" I said more intensely. "Stick it out!"

She bent slightly, and submissively stuck her ass out toward me for my enjoyment. My erection raged.

"Now wiggle it around for me Jennifer."

"Pleeease sir!" she whimpered, overwhelmed with offense.

"Wiggle it like the slutty little skank you are!" I said.

Slowly she began to wiggle her ass left to right.

"Ha ha!" I laughed "That's it Jennifer! Wiggle it like a dog in heat! Faster!"

I could hear her begin to cry softly as she gyrated and wiggled her slutty, bent-over ass for me. It's nice when a stripper wags her ass like this ... but when a good little conservative student like Jennifer has to do it... reluctantly, its just ... oh my god ... this was *******ing me. I reached down and felt my cock through my jeans. Jennifer's vulgar little thong dance was making me so hard, I probably could have whipped it out and cum right then and there. But no ... no ... it was too soon. We still had work to do that day.

"Okay. Enough" I said dismissively.

She ended her degrading gyrations and stood straight.

"Come here" I commanded.

She approached me reluctantly.

"Now Jennifer, as a slave, you must learn to assume certain submissive positions upon demand." I said.

She looked at me, a little confused.

I continued, "The first slave position is called 'Nadu'. I want you to kneel on both knees."

She paused, I glared at her, and then she slowly, submissively, lowered herself to her knees on the cold tile floor.

"Alright..." I continued "Now place your hands on your thighs, palms up and keep your back straight.

She obeyed...very reluctantly. I could tell she was not happy about being made to kneel in her underwear before me.

"Now spread your legs." I said.

She huffed and obeyed.

"Wider." I said.

She spread her legs wide. I could see the thong stretched over her pussy and disappearing between her tight little asscheeks.

I lifted her chin with my index finger. "Chin up slightly."

I must say. Despite her red and fumingly resentful facial expressions, Jennifer presented a beautiful Nadu for a first timer.

I commanded her to stand. Then I immediately commanded her to assume Nadu again. I repeated this a few times, correcting her when necessary. She did a pretty lackluster
job
each time, until I told her we would keep doing it until she got it right. She was suddenly able to do it right without being corrected. That little bitch.

I commanded her to stand and walk across the room. I ogled her lithe figure, her beautiful bare ass and her perky little titties as she walked. She tried really hard not to look sexy while walking.

She did not want to give me the satisfaction of enjoying her body while I made her perform like a trained natural.

Little did she know that her resistance is precisely what turned me on. I just loved the fact that she hated this.

I made her walk back and commanded that she assume Nadu again. When she did it well I patted her on the head like a puppy and said "good girl".

She seethed with resentment. She hated being demeaned like this. But there was simply nothing she could do about it. I felt a surge of erotic power.

Under normal circumstances, I probably would not have been particularly attracted to her, but degrading her like this, and watching her follow each of my demeaning commands aroused me immensely.

I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to fuck her very, very badly. I did not care if she wanted it or not, I was going to fuck her. I was going to take her, claim her and possess her against her will. I was going to rub her clit until her body betrayed her by lubricating itself. Then I would pry my hard cock into her tight little Asian pussy. I would stretch out her vaginal walls and fill her completely. I would impale her. I would fuck her hard until I came, filling her up until she overflowed with my sperm. Then, to make her degradation complete, I would finger her clit until she climaxed as well, powering her to feel the pleasure she fought so desperately to deny.

But I had to wait. I had to be patient. I would definitely fuck her in time, but I still needed to take the necessary steps to enslave her permanently. I had to break her down completely, and she was still being entirely too defiant. Besides, I still had a job to do as a UCLA grad student and a TA. I had work to do in the lab supply rooms.

So I made Jennifer help me. Naturally, I did not let her get dressed. She had to work in my supply room and office clad only in her black thong and lacy black bra. I made her do menial tasks like filing and alphabetizing papers. I had her clean test tubs and put them away in the
cabinets
above the lab bench.

I loved watching her work, virtually nude. I took every opportunity to caress and grope her as we passed each other. I delighted as she grimaced each time I touched her. She may not have been very curvaceous, but she was young and firm, and her skin was very smooth, I just couldn't keep my hands off of it.

Finally I could not take it anymore. Fuck the plan. Fuck patience. My desire for her had taken control of me. I was going to do her little cunt right here and now. I grabbed her roughly by the hair without a word and violently bent her over a lab bench.

"Ughhh!" she groaned as her upper torso was flattened against the bench and her ass stuck out, totally exposed and vulnerable to my forthcoming assault. I pressed her head against the cold surface of the lab bench. My hunger for her had become overwhelming. My drive had become naturalistic. I had no control over my actions at that point. I did not care about the consequences. I could only see her pussy. Nothing else existed at that moment. As I held her head down with one hand, I took my cock out with the other.

"Noooo! PLEEEEASE! No!" She begged, squirming under my grip.

I ignored her and pulled her thong out of the way, exposing her pussy and asshole.

"PLEASE SIR!" She cried "Not like this! PLEASE!"

I slapped her ass hard, growled "Shut the fuck up!", then stuck my finger in her pussy and began roughly finger fucking her.

She gasped and tightened up. "UUUNNGGGGHHH!!!! Oh god ...

NO!

Her pussy became wet very quickly. Despite all her resistance, despite all her looks of disgust whenever I touched her, despite all the cringing she did when I humiliated her, this slut was turned on and getting wet.

"hunnghhhhhh ... oh...ugh ...oh....no ... no ... no ... please ... I'll do anything ... please."

I snapped out of it. Anything. She said she would do anything. What am I doing? I can't fuck her so soon. I must stick to the plan. I paused, getting a grip on myself. I pulled her up by her hair.

"ooowwwwww!!" she whined as I powerd her to her feet.

I plopped her to the floor on her knees.

"Suck my cock." I ordered.

She looked up at me through the tears in her eyes.

"Please no..." she said weakly, covering her breasts with her arms. She sobbed. I couldn't back down now. I had to maintain my dominance over her. Yielding now would undermine everything I was working towards.

"Either suck my cock, or I am going to fuck you." I grabbed the top of her head and brought her face to my groin.

She had no choice. She winced as she looked at my cock, and she knew she had no choice. She clearly did not want to give me a blowjob, but the idea of me fucking her here and now was too overwhelming to consider. She was degraded, sobbing on her knees, wholly defeated.

I could see her conflict on her tear-stained face: getting fucked was the worst thing that could happen to her, but sucking on me required compliance. Compliance! She would have to take an active role in her own debasement. She would have to put forth effort to pleasure me. SHE would have to wrap her own lips around the head of my cock. SHE would have to bob her head back and forth creating warm, wet friction on my shaft. SHE would have to make me feel pleasure.

"You want to get expelled Jennifer?" I asked.

She closed her eyes and shook her head.

"Then suck it! Make it feel good. Make me enjoy it."

She reluctantly grasped my cock and puckered her lips around the head. I thrust forward slightly, pushing inward. But she backed up as I thrust. She really did not want to do this... but she had to.

I resisted the urge to grab her head and face-fuck her. I wanted to see her make an effort to please me. I stood with my hands on my waist. She gripped my cock with one hand and slid her lips halfway down the shaft. I could feel the moist heat from her tears as she began to slowly, but evenly, move her head back and forth upon my cock. Her lips were tight and I felt the bottom of my dick slide along the top of her tongue. It felt good, and I was amused at her hesitant effort.

I grinned victoriously as she continued to pleasure me, virtually against her will.

"Very good Jennifer!" I said, mocking her.

She struggled to draw her mouth up and down my cock while crying. She knew she had to clench her lips and swirl her tongue to make it more pleasurable for me.

After a while, I just could not take it anymore, I grabbed her head and rapidly face-fucked her to an amazing orgasm. I shot a tremendous load into her, and it overflowed in her mouth, and she gagged.

Oh my GOD it felt so good, maybe the best orgasm of my life. Pleasure surged from my cock and radiated throughout my body causing me to shudder. My cum dribred out of her lips and onto her chin.

I stepped backward, away from her and stabilized myself against a filing cabinet. I was panting and still feeling the waning bliss of my orgasm. She knelt there in her slutty black underwear, crying, and wiping my cum from her chin with her bare hand. I put my now flaccid cock back in my pants and zipped up. Then I reached for a stack of paper towels from the lab bench and dropped them on the floor in front of her.

"Cheezus Jennifer you are a mess." I said. "Clean yourself up and get dressed. You and I are going shopping."

"What?!" She asked.

"I said we are going out. Now get dressed." I replied.

"I can't!" She sounded panicked. "I have to study!

"Third permister you stupid cunt." I said.

"UGH!" She was angry and frustrated "This ... girl has a study group meeting!"

I learned later that the "study group" was really a study date with a boy she had a crush on. Some Korean dude whose name I do not recall. I calmly turned to face her. "Jennifer, listen. I don't give a fuck about your study group. When I say that you and I are going out, then you and I are going out, and that's that. End of discussion."

She looked at me in horror.

"Relax." I said as I started packing up my work for the day. "The professor I work for is also the Dean ... and I found his access code to the University database. That means I can change all of the grades for any undergrad."

She blinked and looked at me, confused.

"That means," I continued "that as long as you are a good little girl and do as I say, your parents won't find out what you did, you will not be expelled, and you just might end up with a 4.0 GPA. "

She did not respond. But I knew what a perfect GPA meant to a girl with Korean parents. I knew she wanted this, and she wanted it bad.

I did, in fact, have the power to change undergraduate grades, but I had never used it before. If I had gone in and changed a bunch of grades, it might have aroused suspicions, so I saved it. I was going to use it for the ideal opportunity. I always imagined I would use this power to bribe one of the cheerleaders to have sex with me or something, but I never did.

In reality, I did not have to offer this to Jennifer at all. I already had enough on her, but I liked the idea of giving her something she really wanted in exchange for her obedience. It truly made her a whore. And it also assuaged any lingering guilt I may have had about powering her to do things against her will.

"So, you don't need to study if you are going to get an 'A' in the class anyway." I said as I took the first camcorder out of the cabinet with the glass doors.

"Besides, " I continued, reaching for the second camcorder off of the shelf on the other side of the room. "I have everything from yesterday and today on video."

"WHAT!?!" she screamed.

"SShhhh ... That's right Jennifer. I have you stripping naked, getting spanked, getting finger fucked, wiggling your ass like a whore, walking around in slutty underwear, kneeling like a slave, offering to suck me off and then taking my load in your face." I said, all matter-of-factly.

She was obviously shocked and completely appalled.

"I have multiple camera angles, and pretty good audio." I said " I spent last night editing yesterday's adventure on my Mac. Of course I edited out anything that would incriminate me, and I blurred out my face. But your pretty face, your voice and your nudity is all there in crystal clear hi-def."

I could see her turning red.

"I have it all Jennifer." I said as I retrieved the third camcorder. "And ... I have your parent's home address."

I heard her gasp.

"So unless you want FedEx showing up on their doorstep with a DVD tomorrow, I suggest you shut the fuck up, and get dressed."

Suddenly, she lunged next to the bench, and vomited into a wastebasket.

Ugh. Okay I did not want to see that at all. That was just gross. However I knew it meant that I had her. She was completely trapped and there was nothing – NOTHING – she could do about it.

She got dressed and I made her clean out the wastebasket.

And then, together, we walked out to my car. Our evening had not even begun...

The guys wanted to see her in the black one again, so I made her change, and then come out to show us again. Wow, I must admit that she did look good in the black one. While she was there, I also had her try on a leather slave collar.

The collar went well with the black dress, but not the oriental one, which had that Chinese-looking collar thing already attached to it.

I liked the black dress with the slave collar and the shoes, but there was something I also really liked about that oriental one. Ultimately, to the delight of everyone except Jennifer, I decided to buy both dresses.

"She needs earrings." The lone female employee said.

I had not really thought about earrings, but I agreed and asked to see what they had in stock.

"Sir ... I ... uh ..." Jennifer looked at the woman then back to me, clearly worried about something. She whispered to me so that the woman would not hear "This girl ... does not have pierced ears, Sir!"

I blinked. "What do you mean you don't have pierced ears?" I asked.

"This girl's parents would never allow it." She whispered looking downward.

I couldn't believe it. I knew Korean parents usually held a tight, autocratic grip on their flowers... but no earrings? That seemed a bit extreme to me.

"How old are you Jennifer?" I asked.

"Twenty, sir" she whispered.

"Well, then" I said "there is no problem. You are certainly old enough to decide for yourself. Oh, and look at that: they do piercings right here in the store. We can have your ears pierced right now."

"NO!" Her eyes widened with panic. "I can't! I won't! My parents will --"

"Shhhhh. Get a hold of yourself Jennifer." I comforted her, not mentioning that she used first permister again. "It would be MUCH better for you to tell your parents that you pierced your ears, than it would be to explain your expulsion from UCLA, and the raunchy sex tape that was mailed to them."

With that, her face sank. She new I had her, and there was nothing she could do about it. She had to sit there in the rusty old chair in the grimy downtown sex shop and have her ears pierced against her will. More and more, I was making her mine.

She sat in the chair in her slutty black tube dress, collar, and lockable stilettos. The employee woman was a Latina, slightly overweight wearing slutty fetish clothing that were too tight for her, way too much make-up, and large three-inch hoop earrings.

"Can we get earrings like yours?" I asked her.

"Hoops?" She asked. "Well, actually we recommend gold or stainless steel studs for first-timers."

I could see Jennifer's relief. Simple little gold studs might not be too bad.

"I understand." I said to the woman, "but I really like the hoops."

"Well, they are more likely to get infected if you don't take care of them." She said in a noticeable Chicana accent.

"Oh don't worry..." I smiled, "Jennifer here is VERY responsible."

The woman shrugged and produced a pair of silver steel 3-inch hoops.

"Nice." I said, enjoying Jennifer's horror as she sat there helplessly in the chair. "But ... do you have anything ... sluttier?" I asked.

The woman laughed, "Actually, yes. Yes we do!"

The woman produced a pair of large cheap rhinestone studded hoops with little dangling letters that read S-L-U-T on each earring.

I couldn't help but laugh when I saw them. "Ha ha! Perfect! Yeah, I'll take both pairs."

Jennifer looked at me totally dejected.

"Let's put the "sluts" on her now." I said with an evil grin.

"One problem" The woman said, "the gun only works with studs."

"Can you just power them through?" I asked.

"Sure, with a needle." She said "Its just a lot more painful."

"Oh that's okay." I said, "Jennifer's a tough girl. She can take it."

With that the woman slipped on some gloves, dabbed Jennifer's earlobes with rubbing holy water, and penetrated the soft skin of her earlobe with a sharp needle. The pain was obviously intense and Jennifer winced and let out a whimper with both of the piercings.

But when it was done, she had two large hoops with the letters "S-L-U-T" dangling from them. She could hear the gentle tinkling of the charms whenever she moved her head. It was a constant reminder that they were there, labeling her as a slut for everyone to see.

As the woman gave Jennifer instructions on how to care for her new piercings, I paid the cashier. Jennifer noticed that I was buying a large bag full of merchandise that I had accumulated while she had been in the dressing room. I am sure she wondered what was in the large bag, but she knew better not to ask. In time, all would be revealed.

As we made our way out, the greasy guy was near the exit.

"Thanks for the show!" his grin was as creepy as his laugh.

"Your welcome." I said. "Would you like to feel her tits?"

His eyes widened with disbelief. "Sure!"

Jennifer flinched and closed her eyes tightly as the pervert felt her up. His grip was brutish and clawing, his hands clammy.

"Okay, okay that's enough." I laughed.

"Wow thanks man! You got a real fine piece of ass there!" He said, beaming.

"Yes," I said. "Thank the man Jennifer"

I could see the rage and mortification swell within her.

"You heard me Jennifer," I said. "Thank the nice man for the compliment."

"Thank you sir." She said, looking down and quietly fuming.

The greasy guy was stunned. "y-you're welcome! Ha! Hey, see you next time."

Jennifer could not get out of there fast enough. We walked briskly back to my car. A catcall came from a dark alley across the street, clearly intended for Jennifer, followed by some incoherent rambling. At this point I got a little worried. Having Jennifer dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt was one thing, but now she was in a barely there tube dress and high-heels. What if a few guys figured they could take me down and then drag her into one of these dark allies? Suddenly we were a target.

We walked quickly to my car as men emerged from dark doorways to look at Jennifer.

I tossed the bags into the backseat; we got in and drove away. I felt relieved as we headed to our third stop of the night: the apartment of my friend and former roommate: Scott Chadwick.

***

Scott and I had been roommates when we were both undergrads at USC. We were both science majors, and we had many of the same classes together. After graduation, I went to grad school at UCLA, while cott stayed at USC to go to their world famous School of Dentistry. He was studying to become an orthodontist like his man and his grandman before him.

Unlike me, Scott had a serious case of yellow fever. I can't remember him ever lusting after a girl who wasn't Asian or Indian. I know he especially liked Korean girls. When I told him all about my adventures with Jennifer Kim, I could tell he was just about ready to explode.

I trusted Scott. I knew I could tell him what I had done, how I had blackmailed Jennifer, and videotaped her without her knowledge. Scott was not one to judge. On a very elemental level, Scott was a scumbag just like me. He pleaded with me to bring her over. He really wanted to see this girl. I imagined his eyes popping out of his skull as soon as he got a look at her in this horribly slutty outfit.

To my surprise, Scott was cordial and well-contained when he met Jennifer. He smiled, shook her hand, and made eye contact. Jennifer was, of course, completely humiliated. She had to walk up the stairs to his second floor apartment, and meet this stranger while wearing this ridiculously revealing dress.

"Nice earrings." He commented cheerily to her as we entered the apartment. Total scumbag.

Scott had a pretty cool place. It was a big roomy loft in an artist's district downtown. It had brick walls, high ceilings with exposed beams, and real wooden floors. In one corner he had a cool old antique dentist's chair that had belonged to his grandman. Scott had been studying when we arrived. There were books on orthodontics and pictures of teeth everywhere. He was in jeans and a USC t-shirt. Scott never had much trouble getting girls. He was a tall athletic guy with a big smile.

For a few moments we were casual, and chatted socially. This was maddening for Jennifer. Being in such an overtly sexual outfit, but having to interact on a social level with two guys she barely knew was just beyond embarrassing. At one point I made her sit in Nadu position on the ground as we sat and had a beer. She did not speak. She spent a lot of time just looking downward while Scott and I caught up.

Finally he broke the ice.

"Well..." He grinned and looked at Jennifer, "It looks like you finally found a nice girl you can take home to meet Mom." We both laughed as Jennifer blushed and looked at the ground.

"Does she really do whatever you say?" He asked.

"Yep." I said. "She's training to be my full-time slave."

Jennifer bristled when she heard me say this. She could not believe that I was talking about actually enslaving her. Having some fun was one thing ... but how long would she actually have to play along with this?

"Bullcuckolds brownie." Scott said. "Prove it."

"Jennifer." I said authoritatively, "Stand up, walk over to that chair, then turn around and come back."

She closed her eyes and stood.

"And make it sexy like you did in the store." I added.

Jennifer walked slowly, one foot in front of the other, flaring her ass with each step. She looked like a common streetwalker as she approached the chair and turned to face us.

"Big deal." Scott said. "Make her do something cool. Make her get naked or something."

Jennifer's heart rate increased dramatically. She knew I would do it. She knew I would tell her to strip for us, and that she would soon be presenting her nudity to this man she had just met. All of her upbringing, her modesty and whatever was left of her dignity would be stripped away from her. She knew she had no choice and no power to resist. She knew I would make her get naked right there on the spot.

And of course, she was right.

"Take the dress off Jennifer." I said.

She stood and looked at me, pleading with her eyes. She hated this. She hated not having any control. Nothing could be more embarrassing. I did not say a thing; I just raised my eyebrows at her expectantly.

Her breathing increased. She closed her eyes.

She reluctantly hooked her thumbs in the top of the dress on either side of her breasts and began peeling the PVC off. Instantly her nipples popped free and her breasts bounced slightly as she continued to roll the PVC down her torso. Her trim waist and flat stomach was next, her cute little belly button, followed by her little tuft of black pubic hair. Once the dress was past the curve of her thigh, it fell to the ground around her shoes. She stepped out of it and stood before us completely nude.

Scott was speechless.

I smiled triumphantly and motioned her to the chair again.

"Chair and back Jennifer, same drill." I commanded.

She looked absolutely delicious as she walked naked in the 4-inch heels, swaying her hips and tantalizing us with her pert little ass. She reached the chair and turned. I noticed that her blush had grown to that even the top of her chest had turned red. Her small firm little titties barely moved as she walked towards us in absolute shame.

But Scott was preoccupied with her pussy. "Why isn't she shaved?" He asked.

"Well, like I have stated many times before," I said "Unlike perverts such as yourself, I lam attracted women not little girls."

"Not this debate again!" He said.

"Hey" I laughed, "You want a shaved pussy? Then YOU go find your own undergrad to blackmail! This one is mine."

He laughed. "Hey, it will grow back if you decide you don't like it."

"No way" I said "I like Jennifer's pussy just as it is."

"Just TRY it Dave." He said. "I guarantee that even YOU will enjoy a nice smooth bald little yellow pussy."

Jennifer felt sick. Being powerd to stand naked before two men was bad enough. But now we were talking about her most intimate of areas as if she was not even standing there.

"Tell you what." I said, "You forgive the bet, and I will have her shave her pussy."

"Woa! The bet?" Scott sighed. "I don't know about THAT."

I won't spend too much time talking about the bet Scott and I made sophomore year at USC, because the details are irrelevant. Let's just say it meant a lot. I had lost the bet, and I wanted out of it.

"No." He said. "Not the bet."

"Okay how about this." I said. "You forgive the bet, and I'll let you watch her shave it."

Jennifer's eyes widened at the idea of shaving her pussy in front of him.

"Hell" he said, leaning back on he couch, "If I forgive the bet, I should be able to shave her myself!"

There was a long pregnant pause.

"Deal." I said finally.

Jennifer looked panicked. What had I just said? Did she hear me correctly? This guy was going to get to touch her? He was going to shave her pubic hair?!? This could not actually be happening! She started to tremble.

"Sweet!" Scott yelled and clapped once as if giving himself a high-five. "Let's do it on the table."

Before she realized what was happening, Jennifer was led to the big industrial style dining room table next to the kitchen. I commanded her to get on the table, and she climbed up, almost out of reflex, but I could see she was still confused. Scott had gone to the bathroom, and could be heard rustling through drawers and the medicine cabinet.

Then Jennifer came to her senses.

"Pleeeas sir!" she whispered. "Please don't let him do this to me!"

"Shhhh ... lay down Jennifer." I said guiding her to her back.

She started to cry. "No! No more! I don't want to!!" The offense was too much to bear.

"You HAVE to Jennifer!" I hissed, angry at her insolence. "You have to because I SAID you have to. Now shut the fuck up, lay the fuck down and spread your fucking legs you stupid fucking cunt!"

She looked at me in shock and horror. To be honest, I had even surprised myself. I had no idea I could be so ... vulgar.

She relented and lay down on her back. I took her by the legs and pulled her ass near the edge of the cold table.

We decided it would be a good idea to start with scissors. But Jennifer was crying and squirming. She kept covering her pussy with her hands. I told her to stop, and I even slapped the inside of her thigh. But she couldn't help it. She just couldn't stand being so vulnerable, laying on a table under a bright industrial light, with her naked pussy spread for us.

"This isn't working." Scott said.

I had an idea. "Do you have any duct tape?" I asked.

Duct tape to the rescue again. We wrapped silver duct tape around each of her wrists then ran a strip of tape from her writs, and down and around the legs of the table. These served as crude but quite effective makeshift shackles. Next we bent her knees all the way, and taped her calves to her thighs.

Then we ran more strips of tape powering her legs to be spread all the way open. Once she had been completely immobilized, we stood back and admired our work. With her legs spread so wide under the bright unforgiving industrial lights, we could easily see her gaping pussy and her tight little asshole just below it. There was no more hiding, no more modesty, and no more dignity for poor Jennifer Kim.

Scott started with the scissors. He touched her pussy. There was nothing she could do about it. He laid his full palm and fingers over her pubis. When he pinched locks of pubic hair, he stretched the skin, until he snipped the hair and the skin snapped back into place. I found out later that as I went to the bathroom to get some wet towels, Scott took the opportunity to fondle Jennifer's breasts. She said nothing, laying there helplessly. We wiped away all of the trimmings as Jennifer sobbed.

We then used the towel and squeezed warm water all over her pussy. Jennifer took a breath as the warm water washed over her tender area. We then rubbed shaving cream all over her vulnerable little cunt. I heard Jennifer let out a groan and wondered if the warm water and the strong fingers rubbing the shaving cream all over her groin were starting to give her a pleasurable sensation.

Scott used a disposable razor to gently shave away all of her remaining stubble. He wiped it with the towel. The whole area was red and shiny...and completely hairless. We could see that her outer labial lips were noticeably swollen.

"Dude!" He said in a half-whisper to me. "I think she is turned on!"

He sounded like an excited schoolboy.

"Really." I said, unsurprised.

I reached down and caressed her smooth bald pussy, letting my middle finger dip between her labia. She writhed and whimpered as my fingers encountered the unmistakable hot wetness of her arousal.

She grunted as I penetrated her with two fingers. She lay there helpless as I began to finger fuck her on the table. Her arms and legs straining against the duct tape bonds, I fucked her harder and deeper. She tightened up. I could tell she did not want to writh and moan on the table under that bright light as Scott and I stood there watching her. She did not want to give us the satisfactions of watching her feel pleasure, or god forbid, reach a climax.

But I persisted. As Scott watched wide-eyed, I finger fucked this girl bound to his dining room table. She clenched her eyes shut and let out a barely audible squeak. She was trying with all her power not to cum. But I felt it coming. There was nothing she could do about it. Her orgasm was building beyond her control. Here pussy was about to betray her. And then, just as she was about to reach that moment of ecstasy ... I pulled out.

Her eyes opened and her hips bucked wildly, vainly struggling for the fullness that was no longer in her. She let out a muted cry as her pelvis did an involuntary vulgar thrust in the air. The slut earrings jingled on her ears as her head popped up.

We laughed. It was quite a site seeing her body betray her and practically plead for my degrading fingers to fuck her again. Oh god the shame and offense she must have felt as we stood there laughing at her abject desperation. She looked at me, pleading for more with her eyes... but far too filled with shame to actually ask for it.

She whined, desperate for the release.

I waited. I let her calm down. I let the moment pass.

Then I started again. First stroking her lips, then rubbing her clit, and then penetrating deeply. I allowed Scott to fondle her breasts and play with her nipples as I finger fucked her rhythmically and consistently. I brought her to that moment again, and then, cruelly I denied her orgasm again.

By this time she was moaning, and sobbing, and just saying "pleasee, pleeeease" over and over. I don't know if she meant, "Please let me cum." Or "Please stop doing this." I suppose it could have been either ... or both.

I did it one more time: I thrust my fingers in and out of her until her orgasm started to build, and then I made her come down once more.

Finally, I decided to let her go all the way.

As I finger fucked her, this time with three full fingers inside of her, she started to moan loudly. She had become a desperate wanton little slut, wiggling and whining like a cat in heat.

Scott picked up the towel, which still had a lot of her pubic hair on it, and stuffed it into her mouth to muffle her noise.

Her orgasm was amazing. The noises she made were not like fake moaning you hear porn stars make. She made guttural, visceral noises. She was not in control of herself at all. Hey body had taken over, and all of her effort to suppress her reactions failed in one spectacular climax. She heaved and bucked, all of her muscles flexed and straining. Her hips thrust on my persistent fingering. And then, as she came, her juices exploded all over my fingers and all over the table as wave after wave of pleasure overtook her.

Afterward She lay there panting with her eyes closed. I think Scott was impressed.

Later, Scott tried hard to convince me to let him fuck her, or at least make her suck him off. But I knew we were not ready for that just yet. He had no idea that I had not even fucked her yet myself. We cut off the tape with the scissors and let her get dressed in the black slut dress.

***

As we drove home, I talked to her. I told her she had done well and that she had pleased me. I do not know if that meant anything to her or not at that point.

I also talked about her homework assignments.

"Homework?!" She exclaimed. How much worse could this get?

"Shhhh. Yes. Homework." I said.

I gave her the sheet of paper I had prepared.

The first item on the sheet was a URL to a website about Gorean culture. I told her a little about it and said that we would start by learning the slave positions. She already had Nadu down from earlier that day. But now she was going to learn all of them.... and then some. She stared blankly as I spoke.

The second item on the sheet was the URL to a UCLA extension course. I had already signed her up for the class and I had paid the registration fee. I explained to her that she was going to learn belly dancing. I went on to explain that Gorean slaves are often required to dance for their masters, and I wanted her to be able to do it well. Also, the pole-dancing class was already full. She protested briefly, claiming that she did not have time with her studies. I calmly reminded her about the access I had to her grades in the school database, and that excessive studying would not be necessary from here on out. She needed to focus on one thing and one thing only: pleasing her Master.

The third item on the list was a YouTube link to the USC fight misterg. I wanted her to learn how to sing it.

"What? WHY?" I could tell she was offended. This would be rough for a die-hard Bruin like Jennifer. Besides, there was nothing sexual about it. It was just ... insulting. It did not make sense to her.

I calmly explained that if I wanted her to do naked jumping jacks in the middle of campus, she would fucking do it and not ask 'why?'. She was never to question my orders.

When we got to her parents house I made her take off the dress and shoes while sitting in the front seat of the car. I let her keep the earrings. I told her that she was to wear the hoops at all times, and the sluts when she was out with me.

She sat there, naked, barefoot, and trembling in the front seat of my car. It was late and we had stopped in front of her parent's house. I could tell that she was hoping and praying that her parents were not awake. She looked angry and flustered. I started to wonder how far I could push her.

"Now," I said softly. "I want you to thank me for a pleasant evening, and give me a generous kiss goodnight."

She glared at me. For some reamister, thanking me and kissing me was worse than all of the sexual offense and degradation that she had endured thus far. Kissing is so much closer, so much more intimate. I thought for a moment that she would not be able to do it.

She looked forward and huffed while she held her arms crossed over her breasts. There was a moment of tense silence.

"Thank you for a pleasant evening sir" she said through gritted teeth, dripping with resentment. Then she turned and looked at me.

She knew she had to do it. She new she had no choice. But just like holding hands at the mall earlier that night, a goodnight kiss was somehow too ...real. It was too much like a regular relationship. She looked at me with a blank look on her face. She closed her eyes and tilted her chin forward slightly. I took the back of her head in my hand and pulled her in for a kiss. She kept her lips tightly closed.

"Jennifer. I want you to really kiss me." I said softly.

She took a quick breath with her eyes and mouth closed, sitting naked in the dark.

"If it is not warm and passionate like you MEAN it, I will be very angry with you." I continued. "And we both know that you do not want me to be angry with you."

I thought she might start crying again. This may have been the worst thing she had to do. But she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and tilted her head to the side as she moved in to kiss me. She kissed me. She kissed me with passion and affection, our lips open, our tongues probing, meeting and swirling around each other. She rubbed the back of my head with her hand as I massaged the back of her neck and ran fingertips down the side of her bare back. The kiss ended and she delicately laid her head on my shoulder as we embraced.

I was stunned. Either she was the greatest actress ever, or there was genuine affection in that kiss.

I did not feel entirely right about this. I wanted to dominate this girl, enslave her. I simply could not develop emotions for her like this.

I snapped out of it. I would make her pay for the emotions she was stirring within me.

I made her get out of the car stark naked to get her clothes out of the trunk. I hesitated cruelly making her stand there on the street, alone in the nude, while waiting for me to open it from inside.

It was late and there was probably nobody watching. Hopefully her parents weren't awake and peeking out the window.

She grabbed the bag containing her hoodie and jeans. She was quite a site as she hurriedly ran off to the side of the house desperately trying to cover her nudity.

Dammit. That bitch forgot to close my trunk.

Before you can control anyone, you must be able to control yourself.

For a while there, I thought Jennifer Kim had gotten under my skin. And I could not let that happen.

A Dom breaking in a new sub simply cannot succumb to his own immediate desires. It takes patience and discipline. You need to be strict, and consistent. It sounds bad, but in many ways it is like training an natural. You need to remain detached. If you start to develop romantic or lustful feelings for the girl, you will fall down a dangerous rabbit hole. In the end, if you cannot control your own emotions, the sub will end up in control of you. And neither of you want that.

I saw Jennifer on campus twice that week, both times in class. Both times she wore the hoop earrings as I had commanded.

I wondered if she wore the earrings everywhere, or just when she knew I would see her. I decided to try to see her some time next when she did not expect to see me, just to check on her.

That would have to wait. On Thursday afternoon, I slipped her a note to meet me at my apartment that night. By this time, she had given up resisting. She knew I had control of her grades, and that I had evidence that could get her expelled. I also had video of her performing sex acts that I could easily send to her parents.

Ostensibly, she was following my orders because of the blackmail. But today I know different. Today I know that by this time, Jennifer had started to become a true submissive slut. She had not realized it yet. In her mind this was completely non-consensual. In her mind she was being obligate. She would continue to feel like that for quite some time. But things were changing.

Thursday night she showed up at my apartment at 8pm, just as I had ordered, wearing the dangly SLUT earrings. She did not speak. She did not say hello. I opened the door and she walked in moping and reluctant, looking at the ground.

Of course she was reluctant. This was the first time I had her alone in my apartment. Before this we had been in the lab room on campus, in the mall, the adult bookstore and my friend Scott's apartment. There was always someone else present, or at least there was the possibility that someone could walk in. But now, now we were truly alone together.

And the thought of what I might do to her here clearly repulsed her.

I did not waste anytime.

"Hello Jennifer." I said "Strip naked and put your clothes on that chair."

I walked into the kitchen, as she stood there, stunned at my dismissive abruptness. I imagined that she stood there for a moment, angry and insulted, and may have even contemplated walking right back out the front door. But instead, she began to disrobe. I did not have to insist. She was beginning to learn her place. Soon, I would not even need to tell her to take her clothes off when she entered my apartment.

"Nadu, in the living room when you are finished." I said from the kitchen.

I put some ice water into a glass, and a pot of water on to boil.

When I came back, she was naked and kneeling on the floor between the coffee table and the television. She sat in a perfect Gorean position, just as I had taught her. Good girl.

I admired her pert breasts and slender Asian figure as I picked up the 36-inch ruler I had set on the table. She sat facing me with her knees spread and I could see that she was continuing to keep her pussy shaved.

Now that was Interesting. I had not told her to keep her pussy shaved, and yet, there it was, completely bald. Something in her had prompted her to shave herself for me. Perhaps it was a conscious decision; maybe she had simply wished to avoid the indignity of being strapped down and shaved again, as she had been by Scott and me before. Or maybe, it was an external representation of what was going on inside of her. A woman's presentation is like a blossom that first germinates in the subconscious. Natural subs will often resist, while simultaneously making subtle subservient overtures like this. Maybe she shaved her pubic hair for me as an offering. On a very deep level, she wanted to please me.

She looked toward the ground with a resigned expression on her face.

"Okay slut" I said with some power, and tapped the ruler into my palm "Now I am going to formally begin your training."

She looked up at me as I approached her. I slapped the side of her thigh with the ruler.

"DO NOT look at me!" I said as she winced from the sting of the ruler.

"You may only look at me if I give you permission." I said, "Do you understand, slut?"

She looked down, more resigned than before. "Yes, Sir."

Under strict Gorean rules, she should be addressing me as "Master" but I kind of liked it when she said "Sir", so I allowed it. Besides "Master" always sounded a little pedantic to me. "Sir" was more real.

I proceeded to review the first four or five Gorean positions with her. She already knew Nadu, the kneeling position. Nadu is the Gorean word for "kneel". In this position Jennifer would sit upon her heels with her back and shoulders straight, breasts out, belly in and her head up, though her eyes would remain downcast. Her thighs would be widely spread, and her hands would rest upon thighs, palms upward.

The second position was Bara, also known as Belly Position. When given the order to assume this position, Jennifer had to fall to her stomach, with her face down to the floor and turned to the left. She then had to cross her wrists behind her back and similarly crosses her ankles, with her legs straight.

The third position was Sula, also known as Prone Position. She had to lay upon her back with her hands at her sides, palms upward, and her legs widely spread.

An addition to Sula was Sula-Ki. This is one of my favorites because Jennifer found it especially humiliating. This position is almost identical to Sula position but she had to slowly lift her hips off the floor, as if beckoning me with her pussy, encouraging her sexual use. She had to raise her pussy in the air for my viewing pleasure.

I spent several minutes making Jennifer fumble around naked on the floor as I called out each position, and slapped her with the ruler. The SLUT earrings were jingling in her ears.

"Sula!" I would yell, as she flipped over on her back.

Then "Nadu!" and she would turn over again to get back into kneeling position.

"Bara!" and she bent forward to lay on her belly as I spanked her ass with the ruler and yelled "FASTER Jennifer!"

I spanked her ass with the ruler again, leaving a slight pink stripe, and yelled "Sula!"

She flipped her body over, frantically trying to avoid my cruel spanks.

"WIDER!" I yelled as I slapped the inside of her thigh with the ruler.

She spread her thighs wider.

"Sula-Ki!" I commanded.

She raised her ass and hips off the carpet giving me a wide-open view of her pussy. It was a spectacularly degrading position. I could see that her labia had already started to swell.

This poor little slut was helpless to avoid displaying her desire to me. I smirked down at her. Her eyes closed in shame, and she began to blush. She knew I could see her arousal and there was nothing she could do about it.

I stood above her victoriously. "Get that ass higher!" I laughed as she strained to raise her hips, presenting her swollen pussy to me for my pleasure.

"Well, well, well" I said mockingly as I touched her pussy with the tip of the ruler. "What do we have here?"

She recoiled as the cold hard tip of the ruler met her hot tender lips.

"Aroused already Jennifer?" I asked smugly.

She took a fast breath and remained silent. I slapped her pussy with the ruler.

SMACK!

Her hips bucked with the sudden sting and her eyes opened widely.

"ANSWER ME SLUT!" I shouted, "Are. You. Aroused. Already?"

Jennifer whimpered and struggled to hold her hips up for me. I raised the ruler slowly as if to threaten her with another slap.

"Y-yes sir!" she managed to squeak out.

"Yes sir, WHAT?" I demanded.

She was really struggling with this. It was hard to admit her own arousal in such a demeaning position.

"Yes sir, this girl is aroused." She whined.

"Oh well isn't that nice of your Master to arouse you?"

She started to cry as she struggled to stay in position. I slapped her pussy with the ruler again.

SWAP!

"UUUGGHHhhhhhh!" She groaned and squirmed her hips, while still holding them up.

"WHAT?" I yelled.

"Yes sir, it is very nice (sob) of her master (sob) to arouse her." She cried.

"Well don't you think you should thank me?" I said condescendingly.

"Yes, Master. (sob) Thank you for (sob) arousing this girl." She said.

This was really humiliating for her. She had never cried so quickly and so openly. I could see that the shock of what I had made her do up to this point was starting to wear off, now she was just alone with the offense of what she was being powerd to do.

I made her scramble into positions for several minutes. I really enjoyed watching her fumble around naked on my living room carpet. Even when moving quickly she always seemed to move with such grace.

I loved hearing the SLUT earrings jingle. She was sobbing openly and sweating as she jumped from Sula to Bara and back to Nadu. I delighted in slapping her thighs and ass with the ruler.

Finally I was growing tired, and I could see that she was exhausted.

"On the coffee table, slut. Nadu." I said.

She paused, and then scramred up to kneel on top of the coffee table facing me.

"No," I said, slapping the side of her knee with the ruler. "I want your back to me."

She rolled her eyes and turned herself around as I sat upon the chair at the end of the coffee table, getting a perfect view of her little ass and the delicate curve of her hips and lower back. She had such a beautiful shape. I could see that her skin was starting to get flushed, and it was beginning to glisten with sweat. She was just so beautiful. I had to take a moment to collect myself.

"Now" I said calmly as I sat in the chair. "Lean forward and put your elbows and head on the table."

The next position was called She-Sleen. A sleen is a four-legged natural on Gor. This position powerd her hindquarters up-thrusted for my viewing pleasure. With her legs spread and her ass up I could easily see her hungry little pussy and her tight pink asshole.

I sat there for a moment admiring her pussy and ass, so starkly exposed. I smiled. I was quite satisfied with myself. Of course by now my cock was rock hard. This lovely little creature was completely under my control. She was powerd to demean herself so totally as her ass stuck up in the air. I felt so powerful.

Next was a command I had made up, but it was one I really enjoyed. It was called "Entice". Whenever I uttered the command "Entice", Jennifer was powerd to sway and gyrate her ass in a seductive manner. She would slowly swivel and grind in the air.

She hated this more than anything. It was a performance. She had to present herself on display and present her sex to me as I sat there grinning at her. God, how I loved the "Entice" command. I loved seeing her reluctantly wiggle and move her ass, beckoning me against her will, to fuck her.

As she grinded and swayed her hips for my pleasure, I stood, leaving the ruler on the chair and approached her from behind. I stood and caressed her gyrating ass and removed my cock.

She groaned. This was it. She knew that I was finally going to fuck her, and there was nothing she could do about it.

I know she wanted it. She needed to have her starving pussy filled and stretched by my erect cock. I could clearly see her juices now. She could not deny it. She wanted me to fuck her hard, right then and there.

However, I would deny her once again. It was too early to fuck her. I had a strict plan, and fucking her was still weeks away. As her hips danced before me, I stood and jerked off. It did not take long before I was ready to shoot my load. I came hard spurting my cum on her ass, her back, and even the back of her head.

She groaned again. Was it a groan of offense from being cum upon so crudely? Or was it a groan of wantonness, for she was denied once again? I made her hold her position, covered in my ejaculate.

By this time the kettle of water had begun to whistle. I poured the boiling water into a mug. Then I took two table knives. I put one knife into the glass of ice water and one knife into the mug of hot water. I carried them out and put them on the table next to her.

The next lesmister was the association of pleasure and pain. To be honest, I do not really get off on inflicting pain, but I know through experience that it is necessary to properly train a slave.

I began rubbing and probing her soaking wet pussy with my fingers. By now, I knew exactly how she liked to be finger fucked. Two fingers, slightly apart, thrusting deep and alternating, almost like they were two kicking legs of a scuba diver. I pushed in and out until her body tensed. Her hips began to buck slightly, meeting my thrusts. Just as she began getting into it, I stopped and touched her hip with the hot knife.

"AAHHHHhiiiiiiiiiiIIIIIII!!" She screamed and recoiled as the hot knife touched her skin. I rubbed her pussy some more. She wanted that feeling so badly. She desperately wanted my fingers to penetrate and fill her.