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"I think it's time we ordered some dinner," I said, "but it looks like we are short a menu."

"Not a problem," said Janice, "I can share mine with William."

She slid across the cushioned seat to get close enough for them both to see the menu. Since the light was very dim, she had to get very close. I could see that her breast was pressed against his arm, and I knew from experience that when she slid across a seat, her skirt would ride up on her legs. William was obviously having a hard time concentrating on the menu. She didn't make it any easier by putting her lips up to his ear and whispering, just loud enough for me to hear.

"What looks good to you, William?"

"You," he said, without hesitation.

Her response was to shimmy her body up against him, and kiss him quickly on the cheek. "Let's order, and then I want to dance with you while we're waiting for the food."

I summoned the waiter, and we placed our orders. Janice and I chose salmon, while William ordered a big steak. He must have thought he was going to need the energy, and he was right.

As soon as the waiter left, Janice urged William out of the booth and onto the dance floor. A piano and bass were playing softly, encouraging several couples to dance slowly and intimately. Janice immediately put both arms around William's neck and pulled her body into his. His response was to put his hands on her hips and guide her movements in time with the music. I saw her whispering questions and him leaning down to answer her.

The music continued uninterrupted for at least ten minutes. I sipped my take and tried to guess what they were saying to each other. There was a lot of body contact, and a lot of conversation. Finally, the music stopped, and the dancers all clapped politely. Janice and William remained on the dance floor, holding hands and looking into each others eyes as they continued their conversation. Then the music began again, and they resumed their dancing embrace.

At this point I was beginning to feel jealous and left out. She was not supposed to be having relationships without me. That was the deal. But it was her show tonight, and what could I do? At that moment they passed close to where I was sitting, and she gave me a quick smile and a wink. That was all it took to make me relax and savor the sexual anticipation.

When the food arrived, they suspended their so-called dancing and return to the booth. William's face was flushed, and he had a noticeable bulge in his slacks. My wife slid into the booth and kissed me lightly on the mouth before settling in front of her plate.

"Well, this looks delicious," she said.

"I agree," confirmed William. He looked a lot more comfortable now, and went after his steak with relish. There was a slight smile on his face, like he was anticipating something very pleasurable.

Between taking little bites, my wife began talking. "Charles, I want you to know that William and I have agreed on a plan for the evening."

I couldn't wait to hear this.

"William, with a little coaxing from me, has revealed that one of his big fantasies is to have power over an attractive woman and her husband, so that they had to do whatever he told them. He always envisioned that he would know something or have something that allowed him to blackmail the couple, and that is what we are going to pretend tonight. We will have to do what William says, or he will do something to us that would ruin us."

William was looking at me intently to gage my reaction. I resolved not to disappoint him, or my wife.

"I see. I suppose you told him about how that idea fits with you presentation fantasies."

She smiled and put a finger up to my lips. "Of course, dear, and I also told him about your offense fantasies."

"Ummm", was all I could muster at that point. I felt myself getting hard and squirmed in my seat. That was all William needed to get started.

"All right," he said. "You will learn that I am a very decisive permister. Once I make up my mind to do something, I go all out. Let's see how serious you two are about playing this game."

Janice and I looked at each other. Had we happened on a real alpha, take charge male? We each took a deep breath and waited.

William didn't disappoint. Very calmly he said, "Before the waiter comes to take our empty plates, I want Charles to remove Janice's panties and give them to me."

He was sure not wasting any time. Janice's eyes got wide. I don't think she expected him to be so powerful so fast. But I thought it was great; she was going to be put through her paces. As they say, be careful what you ask for because you might get it.

"Yes sir," I said.

I slid across the curved seat of the booth until I was close enough to my wife to put my hands under the table on either side of her hips. Slowly I moved my hands down the outside of her thighs until I felt the bare skin of her legs under her dress. I was glad that she was not wearing stockings, or even worse, panty hose. With her firm, tanned legs she didn't need them.

"Put your hands on the table and look at me," William commanded, staring intently into her eyes.

She complied immediately, and I began to move my hands up her thighs towards her panties, which I knew to be very brief. When I reached her hips she shivered slightly, but she kept her eyes locked on William's.

"Lift up your ass my dear, just a little." I said, and when she did I pulled at the waist band on both sides and rolled the panties over her suspended butt.

William leaned forward and put his finger on her lips. "Kiss my finger Janice; get it wet for me."

The panties were now traversing her thighs and sliding over her knees. I had to bend down to keep them moving and to clear them from her shoes. She lifted her feet off the floor to help me. And at the same time she was kissing and licking William's finger.

Just as I straightened up with the panties in my hand, the waiter appeared and asked if we were finished with our meal. William was clearly speaking for all of us now, and he told the waiter to take the plates and bring us desert menus. He still had his finger at Janice's lips.

As the waiter started gathering the plates, William looked at me. "I believe you have something for me," he said.

I had Janice's panties in my hand under the table. With the waiter standing right there I had been trying to hide them. Now William was ordering me to hand them over in full view. What would he think? I glanced at Janice, and she was looking down at her about-to-be-removed plate, still kissing William's finger. Knowing that our mutual offense was exciting us both, I produced the panties from under the table and handed them to a smiling William.

The waiter almost dropped the plates he was balancing on his arm. Quickly recovering, he looked hard at each of us, especially Janice. "I'll be right back with the desert menus," he stammered, and he turned and headed for the kitchen.

"That was very good, Charles," said William, as he accepted the panties with the hand that was not raised to Janice's lips. He put the panties briefly up to his nose. Then with a sigh, he put them in the side pocket of his jacket.

"How do you feel, Janice, now that you are so available under the table?"

She looked at him and licked his finger before answering. "Very vulnerable," she said.

"And excited?"

"You know I am."

"Yes, but I don't know how much. I think I should check, don't you?"

Without waiting for an answer, William removed his wet finger from her lips and put his hand on her leg under the table. She squirmed and crossed her legs. William frowned at her, and she uncrossed her legs. I watched, spellbound and hard.

At that moment the waiter came back with the menus. I noticed two other waiters also looking our way. The whole staff was undoubtedly now aware of us.

"You order for us, Charles," said William. "I'm occupied right now."

It was clear that William's hand was moving under the table. Janice suddenly straightened her back and gasped slightly. The waiter's mouth dropped open and stayed that way for a good five seconds.

I acted like nothing was happening. "I believe we will have something light for desert. Do you have a good orange or lime sherbet?" I asked.

"Yes sir," he said, and he hurried away without asking which flavor we wanted.

William laughed. "I guess Janice scared him."

"Ahhhh," came from Janice. William's hand was apparently still moving under the table.

"So Charles, as you can see I am really enjoying your wife. She has such nice legs....so smooth and firm."

"Ohhh," Janice was now squirming on the seat.

"I guess I'd better be careful," said William, "If Janice gets too stirred up they may kick us out of here before we have our sherbet. But I do want to keep her on edge. Here Charles, lick my finger for me."

He brought his hand up from under the table and extended it toward my lips. Without hesitation I stuck out my tongue and licked the two fingers extended to me. Oh, the offense! I was being powerd to taste my wife on the fingers of another man. My stomach was churning with sexual excitement. I was rock hard.

Janice gave me a knowing smile. She was well aware of my offense fantasies, and this was promising to be the first real life experience of them. William must have had some of his own, because he seemed to sense what I needed.

"Thank you, Charles," he said, as he removed his hand from in front of my face and put it back under the table.

Instantly Janice's eyes opened wide and her back straightened. But she managed to muffle her moan deep in her throat. She had seen the waiter approaching with our deserts.

"That's a good girl," said William.

None of us said anything as the waiter placed the sherbet cups in front of us. He had brought two orange and two lime. When he finished he stood back and asked if we wanted anything else. In spite of the fact that I had ordered the desert, he addressed the question to William. It must have been clear to him as well as to me that William was in charge of our little group.

"That will be all," said William. "You can bring us the bill."

The waiter hesitated, as if he wanted something else to happen. I could hardly blame him. Janice was flushed and taking deep breaths. William's hand was under the table at her side. With one last glance at me, the waiter turned and walked away.

"Charles, I have a good appreciation for Janice's thighs, but in this public place I cannot tell much about her upper body. Her breasts are pushing mightily against her tight top, but how big are they?"

He was actually going to make me describe my wife's breasts to him. I felt myself getting even harder.

"Her bra size is 35C," I said, and then added, "but lots of times she doesn't wear a bra."

"Does she have one on tonight?"

"No. That dress gives her the little support that she needs."

"Her breasts are very firm, then?"

"O yes."

"Ahhhhhhh," a long moan escaped from Janice. The combination of William's fingers and the talk about her body was having its effect. Fortunately the waiters had determined to ignore us.

"And are they very sensitive?" asked William, like he was asking for directions to the interstate.

At this point I was holding nothing back. "She likes to have them treated roughly. It's impossible to squeeze them too hard. I once made her come just by squeezing and pinching the nipples."

Janice pretended shock that I was giving such permisteral information to this stranger. "Charles, how can you tell him things like that?"

"Be quiet, "snarled William. "Charles is going to tell me all about you and do whatever I order him to. Between the two of us, we are going to expose your raw sexuality and make you feel things you never knew existed."

As if to punctuate his statement, William pushed closer to Janice and flexed the muscle in the arm that was under the table. Janice literally jumped out of her seat, and her hand flew to cover her mouth. It was not hard to guess where William's fingers had gone.

She had barely settled down when the waiter showed up with the bill. "Give it to him," William said, nodding toward me. I guess in addition to giving him my wife, I was going to have to pay for his dinner. I quickly added a big tip and wrote our room number on the bill. The waiter looked it over, thanked me, and with a little bow, began to back away.

"Stay as long as you like," he said. Apparently the staff was not concerned about our behavior.

"Thanks, we will," said William, and the waiter left us. At that point, William leaned forward and spoke softly, as if he wanted to confide in us. We both inclined our heads toward his in order to hear what he was saying.

"There is one more thing I want to do before we leave this place and go up to your room. I have already confirmed by touch and observation that Janice is thoroughly aroused by our little game, but I am not so sure about Charles. Janice, I would like you to check on this point for me."

Janice looked from him to me, willing to do whatever William wanted, but not quite knowing what that was. William was about to let her know.

"Charles, unzip your pants under the table."

Both of them were looking at me to see how I would respond to being ordered to expose myself in a public place. I am definitely not the "flasher" type, and I knew I would feel very uncomfortable and vulnerable if I did this. On the other hand, I was strangely excited by the thought of submitting to this dominant male. I took a long take from my wine glass.

"Don't worry, Charles," said William, "I have no desire to see or touch you, or to embarrass you. The tablecloth will conceal what Janice is going to do to satisfy my curiosity."

"Go ahead," said my wife, "after what I've done, it's the least you can do."

After taking another big gulp of wine, I put my hands under the table, and holding onto my pants with my left hand, I used my right to pull down the zipper. A large and very hard object pushed upward on my boxers, but it stayed covered.

"OK, Janice, check him over and tell me what you find."

My beautiful wife slid across the seat so that she could reach me under the table. Never taking her eyes from mine, she walked her fingers up by thigh to the bulging opening.

"Oh my," she exclaimed. "There is something very hard in here, but it is covered up."

"Uncover it so you can judge its true nature," said William.

Janice was really enjoying herself by teasing me. "Let's see," she said. "Maybe if I were to put my fingers through this little opening...."

Her fingers began exploring around inside my shorts. The feeling was incredible, and I wanted more. My arousal had reached the point where nothing else mattered but the escalating sensations.

"Well?" asked William. "What is his condition?"

Janice was not through with me yet. She wanted to take this experience to the limit.

"I am having a hard time determining his true condition. His pants and shorts are restricting my access." All the while she was continuing to touch, probe, and squeeze.

"We can't have that," said William. "Charles, push your pants and shorts down to your ankles. The table will hide you."

Before I could even process this order, Janice was undoing my belt. "Do it honey," she breathed in my ear. "You know you want to. I'll help you."

I felt like I was in some kind of trance as Janice opened my pants. "Lift up your hips, just a little. That's it."

Using both of her hands under the table, she dragged my pants and shorts down to my ankles. The cool air washed over me, and I shuddered in anticipation.

"Now that's better," she said, and put a hand under each bare thigh. "Slide forward a little on the seat so I can feel under here."

I did as she asked, knowing that I was making myself completely vulnerable from my stomach to my ass. She continued to use both hands as she ran her fingertips over my body. Her lips were close to my ear.

"Relax, honey. I want to be able to tell William how big and hard you are."

I took a deep breath as her hand closed around me, and her thumb began a slow circular motion

"He is very, very hard, as hard as I've ever felt him," she said, looking at William.

"Keep working on him," said William. "Bring him close, but not over the top."

Janice smiled at me and then licked my ear with the tip of her tongue. At the same time she extended one hand under me so that she could tease my ass with her finger. The other hand kept up its exquisite torchure of my cock. My body was tense and my hips strained upward. I was in another place and time.

"Don't stop," I pleaded. "Don't ever stop."

Saying that was a big mistake, because it gave William the opportunity he needed to demonstrate his power.

"Stop," he said to Janice. "Keep your hands there, but stop moving them."

"Ohhhh," was all I could muster.

William leaned forward. "Would you like me to have Janice finish you?" he said.

"Yes, yes," came from me.

"Yes what?"

"Yes sir."

"That will earn you a little more, but not what you crave. Janice, give him five seconds."

My sweet wife used those five seconds to tease me back to my former state.

"Now, Charles," said William. "Before we go any further, I want to be sure you are going to be fully cooperative for the rest of the evening. After we leave here are you going to invite me to go to your room with you and your wife?"

"Yes sir."

"Good. When we get to your room here is what you will do. You will slowly undress your wife for me, showing me her body a little at a time and telling me about all her secrets. You will invite me to touch and explore her. This will continue until she is wearing nothing but her high heels and jewelry."

Listening to this, Janice was squirming in her seat, and her fingers were moving on me again, in spite of her orders to stop. I was too far gone to consider any response other than, "Of course, sir, whatever you want sir."

But William wasn't finished. He wanted us both committed to his coming pleasure, and he continued telling us what was going to happen when we got to our room.

"After she is naked, you will help me administer a spanking."

This got Janice's full attention. "Why do you want to spank me?" she said. "Haven't I been a good girl?"

"I will spank you simply because I want to," he said. "I will enjoy making your body bounce and squirm. Afterward you will be much less likely to refuse me anything, less I spank you again. And the sting will put an edge on your senses that will enhance both of our pleasures."

Janice seemed to like what she was hearing. "Oh my," she said, and her fingers moved some more.

"Charles, you will help me bend her over a table, or the back of a chair, and hold her down while I slap her ass with my hand, and maybe with my belt. In between slaps I may have to examine her. You will not release her until I say so. Is that clear?"

Janice was working her fingers more and more, and I was about to explode. "Yes sir," I said again, and then as Janice began squeezing me, I kept repeating, "Yes sir. Yes sir."

"OK, Janice, you can finish him now," William said, and he tossed her his cloth napkin.

It took me a few minutes to put myself back together, and by that time William had led Janice out of the restaurant. The orgasm that I had experienced was one for the record books, and the underside of the table bore the evidence. God that was hot!

When I got to the lobby they were waiting by the elevators. He had his arm around her, with his hand on her hip possessively pulling her against him. It was clear from her posture and the look in her eyes that she was still highly aroused. The elevator doors opened and we got in, joining a middle aged couple who were also going up.

"What floor is your room on?" asked William, directing the question to me as he slid his hand from Janice's hip to her ass. He had metamorphosed from cautious stranger to dominant male. "Your wife has invited me to come to your room."

As the doors closed the other people looked at my red face and downcast eyes and whispered to each other. My offense was obvious to everyone in the elevator. I was both embarrassed and excited by seeing this man blatantly feel my wife's ass in front of strangers and having her accept it.

"We're on twenty-one," I said.

William pushed the button and turned to the other couple. "Your floor?"

"Seventeen," said the man, his eyes on Janice's ass and the hand that was massaging it. The woman stared straight ahead, her jaw clenched. With a soft hum the car started upward.

"Don't you think she has a nice rear end?" William said to the man.

"Yes indeed," said the man.

"Howard!" exclaimed his wife.

William was not through humiliating me. "Her husband has been kind enough to offer her to me. I am going with them to their room, where I intend to fuck her brains out. What do you think of that?"

"Goodness..." said the woman.

Howard's eyes got wide, but he wisely kept his mouth shut. The elevator stopped and they got out, the woman almost running. William was chuckling, enjoying himself immensely at my expense. As for my wife Janice, she was standing with her eyes closed, meekly accepting William's roving fingers.

We got out on our floor and I led them down the hall. I could hear little gasps coming from Janice as he pinched her butt.

"You like this don't you Charles," he said. "I'll bet you're hard again already. Power is an aphrodisiac, even for the cuckolded husband. In the good old days it wasn't unusual for a bride groom to get off watching the feudal lord claim his right to fuck the bride on the first night. Janice knows this and is going to submit to whatever I want, right in front of you. Right Janice?"

"Yes sir. Charles is going to enjoy watching you have your way with me."

As the elevator continued upward I thought about what William had said. It was certainly true that I was turned on by the idea of the power he had over me as well as Janice. Maybe it was nature's way of guaranteeing that the strong males made more babies than the weak ones. The sexual pleasure that came from acquiescing when the alpha male took your woman kept you from interfering.

We had reached our door. As I fumred with the key, William pushed Janice up against the wall and kissed her. She went limp in his arms, offering her lips. My cock strained in my pants.

The door opened and I went in to turn on the lamp on the desk. The overhead light would have been much too bright. William grabbed Janice's hair and pulled her in behind him, like a caveman bringing a captured woman back to his liar.

He kicked the door closed behind him and looked at me. "Make me a take," he snarled.

Our room was a large suite with a kitchenette and separate bedroom. I went to the mini refrigerator and began pulling out all the little bottles of cuckold water. We were all going to need a take, or two, or three. William had taken off his necktie and was using it to bind Janice's hands behind her back. Her eyes were hot.

"What kind of take would you like?" My voice was quivering with excitement as I played my role. It was like William was the king and I was bringing him gifts of wine and women.

"Scotch," he said. "Straight, on ice."

My hand shook as I pulled out the ice tray and popped a couple of cubes into a glass. He was watching me and noticed the small tub of ice cream in the freezer.

"What else have you got in there?" he asked.

"Some rum raisin ice cream," I said.

He smiled. "Good. I may have a use for that later."

With a flourish he finished tying Janice's hands and turned her around. "Look at her. Isn't she beautiful, so helpless and vulnerable, and so so hot. See how her hard little nipples are pushing against her dress. She can't wait for me to pinch them and put my hand on her pussy—again."

"Yes she is beautiful," I said, handing him his take. "This is what she wanted tonight."

"Is that right, Janice? Is this what you wanted to happen?"

Before she could respond he slapped her on the cheek, hard enough to make her eyes water. It was a gesture of power and control, and it let her know that what was coming was not going to be gentle. She whimpered but thrust her body forward, offering herself.

I was frozen in place, knowing that she did not want me to rescue her even if I could. Without thinking I twisted the cap off of the bottle in my hand and poured the contents down my throat.

William laughed. "Your slutty wife needs it bad. You have obviously not been enough of a man for her. Now get over here and bare those nice tits for me."

He sat in a comfortable chair and watched as I put down the bottle and approached my wife. She squared her shoulders and gave me little smile. From past experiences I knew she was proud of her tits and liked to have them admired. I walked her into position in front of William, so that her chest was only a few feet from his face. Then I went behind her and reached around to start loosening the buttons.

"Stop," he ordered after the second button. "She is not wearing a bra and I want to see her flesh exposed gradually. Position the dress so that I can see the slopes of her breasts but not the nipples."

I undid one more button and pulled the dress to the sides. The fabric was hanging on her stiff nipples like a dish cloths on hooks. My wife's tits stood high and proud, the creamy skin tight and inviting. William took a deep breath. I pushed the hardness in my pants up against her ass.

"Simply irresistible," he said. His arm came up and his fingers caressed the exposed slopes of her breasts. The teasing was driving us all crazy.

With a diabolical grin he gave me my next instruction. "Feel her nipples through her dress for me Charles. Tell me what they feel like."

My fingers flicked against her. She sighed and twitched her ass, making me grow another inch.

"They feel like ripe olives," I said. "Tight and firm, but with a certain softness."

"Does she like it when you feel them?"

"Oh yes, don't you Janice?"

Her answer was a moan from deep in her throat. She had closed her eyes and her hips were beginning a slow rotation.

"What does she like you to do to them?"

"She likes them teased with my tongue and nipped with my teeth. She also likes me to squeeze her tits hard while I am doing it."

I could not believe I was giving all my wife's secrets to this stranger. He was going to use what I told him to stimulate her to fuck him with total abandon right in front of me. I could see it in the way her body was moving.

"Do you think she is wet right now?" he asked, still teasing us.

"For sure," I said.

"Let's see." He slid his hand up her leg under her dress. Since her panties had been removed during dinner, there was nothing in his way.

"OOOHHHH......" Her moans were definitely getting louder.

"It's your turn, babe," I whispered to her. "Is this what you want? Are you enjoying it?" Part of me was hoping she would say no so that I could escape from this humiliating situation. But it was not to be.

"God yes," she gasped and pushed her pelvis against William's exploring fingers. "I want you to give me to William and do whatever he tells you. It's my turn and I want us to be under his control, both of us."

This was beginning to get scary. William had a sinister smile on his face, and I didn't know what he might do. He seemed to have a strange power over my wife.

"What if he orders me to suck him? You know I don't go for that."

Her hips were moving in a slow circle, her eyes were tightly closed. My cock was a steel rod against her ass, and she gave it a gentle squeeze as she reminded me of our deal. "Remember when it was your turn and you made me lick that woman's ass while you fucked her? It can't be any harder than that. Now stop complaining and obey Mr. William."

William laughed. "Don't worry Charles. I would much rather have your pretty wife suck me than you. But I will have some other chores for you. Now pull that dress off her shoulders and lean her over so I can taste those succulent olives."

I did as he ordered, bending her at the waist so her full breasts hung in front of his face, the engorged nipples begging to be sucked. He moved his head from side to side, using his nose to rub first one bud, then the other. The way his shoulder moved I knew his hand was still working under her skirt.

"Ohhh.... goddddd.... damnnn.... please.........", she wanted him to take her.

Then he began slapping her tits, first from the sides and then up from below. They bounced and jiggled as the skin reddened. I held her so she could not back away, and he kept it up until she was gasping. Mild tit *** like this always brought her to a fever pitch. If he had put nipple clamps on her she probably would have cum on the spot.

"So delicious and spankable," he said. Now spread her legs for me Charles. And bunch her dress up around her waist. I want to be able to reach her ass."

Going down on one knee I took hold of an ankle and moved it to the side. With my other hand I shimmied the tight dress up her legs and over her bare ass. My nose ended up nuzzling between her cheeks, the odor of her arousal invading my nostrils like smoke from a smoldering fire.

"AAAHHHHHH.....", she began whimpering and shifting her weight from foot to foot. "Charles, he's got my whole tit in his mouth! My godddd......"

I barely had time to picture what he was doing to her with his mouth when I felt his fingers come up between her legs and touch my chin. He must have let go of her tit, because I heard his voice loud and clear. "Keep your mouth right there, Charles. Use your tongue to wet her ass hole so I can get my finger in."

At that point my lust knew no limits. I pulled open her cheeks and probed her with my wet tongue. She was asking for it, and she was going to get it. His middle finger slid over my lips and curled up into her.

"GAAAWWWW...." Her legs began shaking but she held her position, leaning over him with her tits dangling in his face. One of his hands worked her ass, while the other remained on her pussy. A sucking sound told me that his mouth had recaptured a nipple. With all that stimulation she was not going to last long.

I stood to one side and watched as my wife was taken higher and higher. When I heard the low moans in her throat and saw her toes begin to curl I knew she was close. William sensed it too, and he increased the pace of his assaults on her body.

"MY GOD... Charles.....I"M CUMMINGGGG..... OHHH....YESSSSSSS..."

William kept at her to prolong the crest, until finally she sighed and collapsed into his lap, his finger was still buried in her ass. With his other hand he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back so he could put his mouth on hers. She squirmed on his finger and returned the kiss passionately.

They both ignored me; it was like I was not even in the room. He fondled her breasts and kept kissing her, gradually reigniting her lust to match his own. I felt awkward standing there beside them, so I crossed the room and sat in a chair, my cock still rock hard. William had my wife's number, and I was excited to see what he would do next.

He was still in his chair with her on his lap. I suspected his cock would be wanting some attention by now, and I was right.

"Get up honey. It's time for you to do some of the work. Charles, come over here and untie your wife's hands. Then help her get her clothes completely off."

His constantly referring to her as my wife was adding to my offense, and my excitement. Janice stood meekly as I finished releasing all the buttons and clasps on her dress and removed it. The only items left were her jewelry and her four inch high heels. William sat leering at her magnificent body, his hand caressing himself.

"Shoes too?" I asked.

"No, I like the way they accentuate her curves. Now go into the bathroom and get a wet hand towel. You are going to use that as a kind of whip to spur her on to please her new man."

I saw my wife's eyes open wide as she pictured a wet towel slapping her ass. She licked her lips in anticipation. The unpredictability of what a new sex partner would do was one of the things that made our game so exciting. I would have never though of using a wet towel as a whip.

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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.