5 comments/  62636 views/  17 favorites

Black Slave Woman Ch. 01

By: Samuelx



The first time we met, I never thought she'd be into this sort of thing. Interracial dominance and submission. Jade Brown was every bit the dominant Black woman. Six feet two inches tall, busty and heavyset, with wide hips and a big round ass. She weighed two hundred and forty pounds and didn't seem to have a submissive bone in her body. She was captain of the men's wrestling squad at Pemberton University. One of thirty nine female wrestlers on men's intercollegiate wrestling teams nationwide. The school has a women's varsity wrestling team but Jade Brown switched to the men's varsity wrestling team because she found it far more competitive. 

That's my Jade. She was tough, driven and strong. Every bit the strong Black woman. In the 2007-2008 wrestling season, she won twenty five out of thirty four of her matches against the top male wrestlers in the heavyweight division. She's a strong Black woman. I just never thought she'd be so sexually submissive in bed.

My name is Eric Anderson. A five-foot-ten, green-eyed and dark-haired Irishman living in Boston, Massachusetts. I attend Pemberton University on a student-athlete scholarship for swimming. I met my girlfriend Jade Brown freshman year and I've loved her ever since. She's the light of my life. I told my bigoted family members that if they didn't accept the Black woman I loved as my future wife, they would lose me. I wasn't playing. I loved Jade Brown with all of my heart. Women like her, so beautiful and smart, aren't usually into guys like me. I'm a nerdy White guy who loves Black women. And for once, a gorgeous Black woman loved me back. I wasn't about to let my family jeopardize our special relationship. In the end, my parents relented and accepted her. Jade and I got engaged three months ago. I love her dearly. It's important for you to know this. 

Right now, Jade is on all fours. There is a slave's collar around her neck and her hands and feet are bound with steel. Face down and ass up. I am standing behind her, spreading her plump butt cheeks wide open as I ease my long and thick, uncircumcised White cock into her tight asshole. With a swift thrust, I slam my cock into her booty hole. Jade screams. I smack her big Black ass and tell her to shut the fuck up. Holding firmly onto her hips, I drill my cock into her asshole. For she is my Black female slave and I can do whatever I want with her. Jade lowers her head and calls me Master while I thrust my dick into her asshole. I call her my slave and ask her how she feels about having White cock up her big Black ass. She squeals and tells me that she absolutely loves it.

How come I'm doing this to my future wife and the woman that I love more than life itself? Simply because she told me to. I am not an evil man. I am not a racist. I have many Black male and Black female friends. I grew up in a predominantly Black middle-class neighborhood of Boston. I took a sexy young Black lady to the prom back in school. I've always had a thing for Black women. My best friend Joshua Winston, from the Pemberton University football team, is a Black man. We chill together all the time. He's the one who introduced me to Jade Brown in the first place. She's best friends with his sister Veronique Winston from her old neighborhood in the city of Brockton.

It never ceases to amaze me, the things people want done to them. Here is Jade Brown, a strong Black woman in every sense of the word and she loves getting dominated by her White boyfriend in bed. While ramming my dick into Jade's asshole, I tug on her slave collar and at her insistence, I call her a few names I won't repeat here. I am a bit uncomfortable with this, as you can imagine. However, Jade seems to really get off on it. She calls me Master and urges me to fuck her in the ass like a worthless Black slut from the ghetto. I oblige, smacking her ass while slamming my cock up her booty hole. Jade is so turned on by all this that her pussy is dripping hot girly cum all over the bed. Yes, my sexy African-American collegiate wrestler girlfriend really gets off on kinky interracial domination.

Man, I really love the feel of Jade Brown's asshole as it grips my big White cock like a frigging vise. Jade once told me a certain secret. She said that big women had really tight assholes, something they tried to hide from men, lest every big woman with a curious boyfriend find herself bombard with requests for anal sex. Before I met the lovely Jade Brown, I wasn't really into anal sex. She's the one who turned me onto it. Just like she's the one who got me into the whole White master and Black female submissive or Black female slave role playing thing. I guess women are far kinkier than most men can imagine. How else would you explain why my lady is into all this weird but strangely wonderful stuff?

Jade Brown begs me to completely dominate her. She tells me she's a sassy Black woman who's in need of punishment. She wants me to fuck the sass out of her. And so I did. I tugged on her slave's collar and yanked on her long black hair while ramming my cock deep into her asshole. I called her a cock-gagging ghetto whore, and a useless Black slut. The more I berated her, the more turned on she became. I fucked her even harder, watching her big booty bounce as I fucked it. I wasn't holding back anymore. I played the role of the arrogant and domineering White guy who dominates the sassy Black woman to the limit. I smacked her ass, whipped her and sodomized her. She screamed. She squealed. She begged. Hell, she even pissed herself. I absolutely got off on dominating her big Black ass. So much that I came, flooding her asshole with my manly cum. Jade Brown squealed in delight. I pulled my dick out of her asshole and made her suck my cock. Obediently, she did as she was told.

Afterwards, I removed her bindings and pulled her into my arms for a big kiss. Jade had tears in her eyes. I kissed her passionately, and told her I loved her. I love my tall and beautiful, sassy Black woman. I want to hold her forever. I can't get enough of her. As soon as we graduate, I'm marrying her. I'm a White man who loves Black women. White women don't do jack for me. And I don't care who knows it. 

Black Slave Woman Ch. 02



Hey, there. My name is Veronique Anglin. A six-foot-one, heavyset and dark-skinned young Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I am a patrol officer for the Brockton City Police Department. I've been working for the local police precinct ever since I graduated from the Boston Metropolitan Police Academy. Prior to that, I spent four years at UMass-Boston earning myself a bachelor's degree in Criminal Justice. I absolutely love my day job. By night, I am the passionate and very willing Black female slave of Master Dave and Mistress Sarah Peterson. He owns me and I am absolutely thrilled about it. For I am a naturally submissive Black woman in dire need of White male and White female domination.

Right now, I'm on all fours and I am obediently licking the boots of Mistress Sarah Peterson, my owner. She's a tall, beautiful young woman with alabaster skin, long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. Mistress Sarah sits on a high chair in the plush living room, completely naked with the exception of her boots. In her right hand, she holds a riding crop. In her left hand, she holds a long Black leash attached to a collar around my neck. For I am her sexy Black female slave, and I simply cannot do without my collar. Mistress Sarah is very demanding, but I love worshiping at her altar. For she is the dominant White mistress who brings order into the chaotic life of this Black woman.

Master Dave Peterson is currently away at the office. He's a big-city tax attorney working in Boston. Mistress Sarah used to be one of his co-workers until they fell in love and got hitched. Now she's a housewife whose main functions include shopping, going to clubs, and bossing her favorite Black woman around the mansion she shares with her husband. I am so blessed she sees fit to spend so much time with me. Yes, I am lucky indeed.

When I first met Master Dave and Mistress Sarah, I was just another sassy Black woman in the big city. I had a major chip on my shoulder and a rather loud mouth. Yeah, I had a mean streak the length of the Charles River. Fortunately, Master Dave and Mistress Sarah cured me of my ailments. It took a long time, but this charming White couple eventually removed the sass from this Black woman. I am now docile and pliant. The way I would be if I hadn't been corrupted by pop culture and the media's negative image of what a Black woman should be. I am a submissive Black female who embraces her role. I worship at the feet of the dominant but benevolent White man and his sexy White woman.

After I got done licking the White mistress boots, Mistress Sarah spread her legs and ordered me to lick her pussy. I simply did as I was told, and breathed in the smell of Mistress Sarah's extremely arousing velvety wetness. I spread her pussy lips and went muff diving. Mistress Sarah grabbed the back of my neck and urged me to lick her...slowly. Tugging on my leash, Mistress reminds me who's in charge. Obediently, I start licking her pussy. I gently bit her clitoris and slid first one then two fingers into her snatch. Mistress Sarah moaned in approval, and gently ran her hands through my long braided hair. 

As I lick Mistress Sarah Peterson's delicious pussy, I remember an earlier time when she and Master Dave spent a long time breaking me in. I did not go quietly into the night, as they say. No, I was once a Black woman with a lot of sass before they broke me in and taught me my proper place in the grand scheme of things. They brought me into the house as a guest one night, and spent the evening bossing me around. I had quite a mouth on me back then and didn't take kindly to it. So the Master and Mistress beat the sass out of me. I put up quite a fight but they subdued me before chaining me up and victoriously fastening a slave's collar around my neck. 

By the end of that first evening, I was on all fours, licking Mistress Sarah's hairy White pussy while Master Dave slammed his big White dick into my asshole. I had never had a dick in my asshole before and it hurt while Master Dave rammed his cock up my bum. He kept berating me as he filled my asshole with his cock. He told me he always fantasized about butt-fucking a big and dark-skinned Black woman like myself. Especially big Black women with huge round buttocks. After a while, I was resigned to my fate and the feel of my Master's White dick spreading my plump Black ass before going up my asshole was something I came to enjoy. I even became addicted to licking White pussy and sucking White cock. This was the completion of my training as a slave.

Sometimes, Master Dave and Mistress Sarah invited some White male and White female friends of theirs to enjoy my services. Some of them were really rough on me. They thought they were hurting me but they really got no idea how much I enjoyed it. One of them was a tall, red-haired and green-eyed Irish guy named Thomas O'Shay. He insisted that I call him Massa. I was more than okay with that. Thomas made me get on my knees and he thrust his cock into my mouth. I obediently sucked his long and thick White cock and licked his balls. All the while, he kept fingering my pussy. Afterwards, he put his cock into my well-lubricated asshole. It hurt so much and felt so good at the same time. I am a Black woman who loves having White cock up my asshole and if loving it is wrong then I don't want to be right. Thomas fucked my ass until he came. Then he made me suck his cock, right after it had been up my ass. I absolutely loved it.

Other times, Mistress Sarah and Master Dave brought some other slaves for me to play with. Apparently, I wasn't the only Black person with an interracial domination fetish. A tall white man named Eric Anderson came to the Peterson household with his slave, a tall and beautifully heavyset Black woman named Jade Brown. Apparently, she was his wife and very willing slave. We had a lot of fun together. While the White folks watched, Jade Brown and I wrestled in oil. Way down in the Peterson basement. Two big Black women wrestling naked in a tub of oil. It really turned on the assembled white men and white women of our audience. 

Jade Brown was a former college wrestler with a lot of experience but I overcame her. As a result of my winning, I got to fuck her in the ass with a strap-on dildo while the white audience watched. I put Jade on all fours, spread her plump ass cheeks wide open and shoved my dildo up her ass. The big Black woman howled as I mercilessly fucked her. Truth be told, I resented her. The Peterson household was my territory. I didn't want another Black female slave around. If she proved more entertaining to them, they might keep her and let me go. And I really didn't want that to happen. So I fucked her hard until she cried. The audience clapped as I emerged the victor of our little contest. Yeah!

Afterwards, Jade Brown and I got fucked side by side by Master Dave Peterson and Master Eric Anderson while Mistress Sarah Peterson filmed the whole thing with her video camera. Master Dave put Jade on all fours and shoved his dick up her asshole while tugging on her leash. Master Eric Anderson had a go with my ass. He told me he'd gotten tired of fucking his wife's ass and wanted to try a different Black slave woman's asshole for a change. Folks, I'm happy to say he didn't regret fucking mine. Sliding his cock into my asshole, Master Eric Anderson began pounding my ass like butt fucking was going out of style. I backed my big Black ass up, grinding it against him and driving his cock deeper into me. His cock was bigger than Master Dave's dick and I loved having it in my asshole. He fucked me until he came, then ordered me to suck the cum out of his cock, right after it went up my ass. I obediently sucked his cock clean. He patted my head, and told me I was his new favorite.

Meanwhile, Master Dave wasn't having so much fun with Jade Brown. The big Black female wrestler had a huge butt but a really tight asshole. Master Dave had plenty of lube but fucking her was neither easy nor pleasant. He fucked her until he came, with her whining the whole time. He just about gave up on her afterwards. Mistress Sarah comforted her husband, telling him that she'd be glad to help train Jade Brown. Master Eric Anderson was more than okay with that. He thought Jade Brown could use some training too. She would spend a few weeks with the Petersons while I stayed at his house. I was okay with that!

That night, I moved in with Master Eric Anderson. He lived in a nice house in South Boston. He was a really kind and generous Master too. Really gentle, polite and friendly. He didn't believe in brute force. He treated me kindly. I fell in love with my Master. Every night, when he came home, he found me with a very eager mouth, pussy and asshole waiting for him. I loved having his cock up my ass. And he loved my sexiness and enthusiasm. We had a wonderful few weeks together. So much that he reworked the arrangement with Master Dave and Mistress Sarah Peterson. He divorced his wife Jade Brown, and gave her to them. He kept me, and we got engaged. I love Eric Anderson but sometimes he's too nice to be a true Master. So I endeavored to train him.

And train him I did. I wanted him to become a cruel and domineering Master who would put me back in my place. It didn't come natural to him. He's a nice guy. But I could work with that. I nagged him to buy me a collar, and some steel bindings for my hands and feet. He was really reluctant. So I made him do it. Now, he's gotten the hang of it. When he comes home to me at night, he grabs me by the scruff of my neck, tugs on my slave's collar and shoves his white cock into my mouth. And I absolutely love it. Sometimes, he grabs me and simply shoves me on my hands and knees before slamming his cock into my ass. Looks like this Black slave woman has found herself a brand new Master. He's manly. He's demanding. He's tough. The way all women secretly wish their men were. And I loved him for it. I am happy to be a Black slave woman. An absolute submissive. Haven't you figured out by now that the submissive is the one in control? 



Black Slave Woman Ch. 03



Right now, I’m on my hands and knees, obediently sucking my Master Jason Richards long and thick White cock. He loves what I do. That’s why I am his favorite Black slut. We’re having some fun in our Back Bay apartment in downtown Boston. My name is Nikki Eleanor Georges. And I am a bisexual Black female submissive ( in the BDSM scene ) who enjoys submitting to White men and occasionally White women. I love playing the role of the Black female slave who is used sexually by her dominant White Master. Lots of Black women and Black men in the BDSM scene have similar fantasies. Get used to it.

I’ve been sucking on Jason’s eight-inch, uncircumcised White rod of manly power for several minutes. Holding onto the leash attached to my neck, he urges me to keep going. I look up at my Master while serving him. He’s six feet three inches tall, lean, with long Black hair, light bronze skin and pale blue eyes. Half Irish and half Jewish. Unlike most Jewish males, he’s uncut and proud. I love that about him. I think natural men are better. Their members are more sensitive. I gently stroke his balls and he moans in pleasure.

When we first met, people really didn’t think we’d go out. Jason Richards had recently divorced his ex-wife, Lorelei Lee, a hot Asian chick who only married him for his money. They met while he was visiting a province of China with his mentor Wendell Davis, his father’s best friend and the senior partner of his law firm. I’m one of the new associates at Davis & Richards, one of Boston’s top law firms. Jason once told me he was intimidated by me. A lot of people are. I stand six feet two inches tall when barefoot, I’m heavyset, big-bottomed and voluptuous, as they say. My skin is a really dark shade of brown. I used to be a varsity wrestler in high school. I ran cross country and played rugby back at Suffolk University. Many men and women find me almost unapproachable during my days school. Yeah, people often assume I’m a cold, domineering person simply because I’m a tall Black Amazon. They tend to keep these notions in their minds until they actually meet me.

Jason and I had a lot more in common than I previously thought. For starters, we were both aspiring young lawyers in the city. And we were both bisexual, and had relationships with people who didn’t understand us. My last relationship was with a Latino guy named Jose who didn’t accept my bisexuality. Jason’s relationship with my immediate romantic predecessor ended because she was a gold-digger. After his divorce fell through, he got a job working for his father’s law firm and shied away from women. I found myself attracted to this sexy White guy and I wouldn’t relent. In the end, my persistence paid off. We started dating and eventually fell in love. Three weeks ago, we got engaged. Recently, I discovered that Jason was into the BDSM scene. I can’t tell you how happy that makes me. The man I loved liked the same activities I did. This really brought us closer together. Which explains what we’re doing right now.

I suck Jason’s cock until he shoots his cum all over my face. Lots of women don’t like it when a man sprays his cum all over them. I’m not one of these females. Nah, I really enjoy getting cum all over my face. I guess you could say I consider sperm to be the most natural of face creams. It keeps my skin so smooth and soft. I lick every last drop of Jason’s precious manly seed. Until he’s clean. Smiling, he pulls me to my feet and kisses me. We’re in love, you see. Jason pushes me onto the bed and shoves his cock into my pussy. It hurts so good. Jason kisses me passionately, and I wrap my arms around his torso as he pumps his dick into my snatch. I love it when he fucks me roughly. Nothing like a session of rough sex to really get me going.

Jason stops kissing me and looks into my eyes while fucking me. I smile, and urge him to get rough with me. He does. Grabbing my throat, he slams me against the bed while drilling his cock into my pussy. Yeah, that’s what I love. When my man gets rough with me during sex. I love a dominant man. I want him to take me roughly and make me submit to him. Until then can I feel like a real woman. Jason understands that better than most. He’s really giving it to me as hard as he can. And I can’t get enough of it. He rams it hard into me, making my pussy hurt. I wrap my legs around his waist, and press his hard body against mine. I want his cock deeper inside of me. I want him to fuck me like he’s frigging paying for it. Many men and women I’ve been with don’ t know how to properly dominate me. it’s not as easy as it looks. It’s more than just a physical or sexual thing. It’s an emotional and psychological connection as well. Amateur males and females who don’t really know what they’re doing become really obvious to an expert Black female submissive like myself. You simply can’t fake your way through it. Trust me. You simply can’t. It’s just not doable. 

Jason slams his dick into me until he cums, and I feel the hot spray of his seed deep inside of me. It’s a most welcome flood. He rests on top of me and remains inside of me. He’s still hard even after he came. It’s an amazing thing to feel. Looking into my eyes, he asks a question. I look right back into his eyes, and answer him. Smiling, he kisses me. We’re still not done. I have something else in mind. I gently push him off me, and dart away on all fours. While fleeing, I shake my big Black ass. Jason’s eyes light up. He knows what this means. He pounces after me as I try to flee. He forces my ass cheeks wide open, and slides a finger into me. I smile. Yeah, that’s the spot. 

Jason fingers me for a moment, then replaces his finger with his manhood. Pressing his cock against my backdoor, he pushes it inside. I sigh in anticipated pleasure as Jason enters my ass. I’ve been with eleven women and nine men since I graduated college. Jason is the first person I let anywhere near my ass. That’s because I love and trust him. He gently places his hands on my hips and starts pumping away. I feel his dick sliding deep into my ass, and I love it. Jason gently makes love to my ass, rough when I ask for it, and tender when I beg for it. He fucks me just the way I like it, and I guess that’s why I keep coming back for more. We rock the bed and fill the apartment with our passionate screams. I think the neighbors might think we’re amateur porn stars or something. Or just a really passionate couple. Whatever. I don’t care. I’m just a young woman having fun with the man she loves. And that’s that.

When dawn comes, it finds Jason and I wrapped in each other’s arms. He smiles at me and I smile at him. The man I love. It’s snowing outside. That’s Massachusetts for it. The most snow accumulation in North America, after the state of Alaska and the entirety of Canada. Jason kisses me, then gets up. He tells me he’s going to shovel. I’m coming out to shovel with him. We’re going to brave the icy elements together. He’s pleasantly surprised and kisses me again. We’re in love, you see.



Black Slave Woman Ch. 04



Hello, there. My name is Hillary Winston.  I'm a six-foot-tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed, heavyset and big-bottomed Irishwoman living in the city of Wellesley, Massachusetts.  And I absolutely love Black men. And I love Black women even more. I absolutely love Black people! Right now, I'm having a threesome with my best friend Mika Brownstone and my boyfriend Bartleby O'Shea.  Just a trio of Wellesley Technical Community College students killing some time on a Friday night. We're lying in bed and doing our thing.  

Mika is sucking on Bartleby's long and thick, uncircumcised Black cock while I lick his balls. Bartleby is a big and tall Black ( he's six-foot-three by 250 pounds ) man who plays football for Wellesley Technical Community College. He has a thing for big-booty white chicks and that's where Mika and I come in.  We're making his fantasy of an interracial threesome come true.  Mika Brownstone is a big and tall, big-bottomed and dark-skinned Black woman I've known since our days as the only female wrestlers on the men's team at Wellesley Community High School. We're very close and do everything together. And I mean everything.

Mika and I suck Bartleby's cock and balls until the big Black stud shoots his cum all over our faces. Then we drain him and get down and dirty. I get on all fours before spreading my plump ass cheeks wide open. Bartleby comes up behind me and presses his cock against my asshole. With a swift thrust, he enters me.  I grimace as my sexy Black boyfriend pushes his cock into my ass. Yes, I'm a big and tall white chick who loves anal sex. With Black men only. Got a problem with that?

Bartleby presses his hands on my hips and slams his cock into my asshole. He's giving it to me good and hard and I absolutely love it. Meanwhile, Mika is licking my pussy and fingering my snatch.  I love it when she does that. Nothing like getting my pussy digitally stimulated while getting fucked in the ass to take this chubby white Mama over the edge, folks. Seriously.  Bartleby's cock is stretching my asshole and I'm absolutely loving it. I was introduced to butt fucking by a sexy Hispanic stud named Jose, the last guy I dated before I met Bartleby. He was hot, but unfortunately he left me for an Asian chick named Ming. 

Bartleby pumped his cock into my butt hole until he came, flooding my asshole with his manly seed.  The rush of his hot cum in my asshole felt awesome. I screamed in pleasure. Wow. Encore!  Mika stopped playing with my pussy and began licking my asshole, sucking all of the cum out of it with her tongue. Bartleby laughed, and said Mika and I were the freakiest chicks he'd ever been with. Well, he had no idea.  After he got done fucking me, Mika and I sucked his cock. Then it was Mika's turn to get fucked. 

Mika got on all fours and spread her big butt cheeks. I spit in her asshole and pressed Bartleby's cock against it. The big Black man pushed his cock into the big Black woman's tight asshole while I, the big white chick, simply watched.  Mika screamed as Bartleby's cock penetrated her asshole. Even though she's a really big Black woman with a truly fat ass, she's got a tight asshole. Bartleby gripped her hips and slammed his cock into her shit hole. Mika screamed in pain and pleasure as she got butt fucked. I laughed, fingering my pussy as Mika's big ass jiggled under the force of Bartleby's thrusts. He fucked her for a while, then pulled out after he came.  Later, we tried some truly freaky stuff.

I don't know how but I talked Bartleby and Mika into a fantasy of mine. I wanted to play Master and Slave in the historical sense.  Basically, in the fantasy, I would be the dominant White Mistress and they would be my obedient Black slaves.  Surprisingly, they were okay with that. We started the fun and games right away.  Let the fun begin, folks. It's going to get wild in here. Don't say you weren't properly warned. 

I put doggy collars around the necks of Bartleby and Mika, and attached leashes to the collars. Afterwards, I sat naked on my couch while bossing them around. I had Mika do the dishes while Bartleby broom the apartment. Watching them move about naked, doing my bidding, turned me on like you would not believe. I masturbated openly while watching them do their thing.  After a while, I decided to fuck them. Time to show this submissive Black couple what a dominant white female slave owner could do. I wanted to show them who's boss. And so I did.

I had Bartleby and Mika get on all fours. Side by side. Then I fastened steel bindings to their hands and feet. Until they couldn't move without my permission. Then I grabbed a whip from my nightstand and cracked it in the air. I gave Mika a solid whack to the butt with the whip. The big Black woman yelped. I laughed, and pointed to the bluish marks on her big Black ass. Then I whipped Bartleby as well. The big Black man screamed.  How I loved that sound. I whipped the both of them for a while, listening to their screams. Truly the most wonderful sounds I've ever heard.  Until I got my strap-on dildo.

I fetched my biggest strap-on dildo and doused it in lubricant. Bartleby and Mika's eyes widened when they saw it.  I smiled wickedly. Time for the dominant white mistress to fuck her Black slaves. I came up behind Bartleby, and pried his ass cheeks wide open. I shoved my dildo into his ass. The big Black man screamed.  Mika watched helplessly as I sodomized Bartleby, stretching the big Black man's ass with my dildo. I winked at the big Black woman, and told her she was next.  I fucked Bartleby until he cried tears of pain and joy. Then I went after Mika.

The big Black woman tried to resist but there was nothing she could do. I subdued her, then shoved my dildo up her ass. The big Black woman screamed as I sodomized her. Hard and fast, I pumped my plastic cock into her. I have always dreamed of fucking a sassy Black woman with my dildo and make her my bitch. And now I was doing just that.  I fucked Mika until I got some tears out of her. Then I pulled my dildo out of her ass. I removed Bartleby and Mika's bindings.  They lay there, resting. 

Afterwards, they thanked me for being such a proper dominatrix by licking my pussy and asshole. They're such obedient slaves. My slaves. I love dominating them.  And they love being dominated by me. We're all consenting adults and we're good friends in and out of the bedroom. We have a very fulfilling sex life. And life is good.



Black Slave Woman Ch. 05



My name is Rita Anderson Dale. A six-foot-tall, blonde-haired, green-eyed and very voluptuous, wealthy Irishwoman doing what I was born to do. I must warn you about my true nature. It's all part of the game, I'm afraid. I am a truly sadistic person and the only way I get pleasure is by making those around me miserable. You've met men and women like me before. Some call me a sociopath. I suppose they're right. I've got no conscience whatsoever. I simply don't feel guilt. I don't care about anyone, or anything except me, myself and I. That's what I am. And there is nothing you or anyone else can do about it.

Today is a beautiful day. And I am having quite a bit of fun. What do I consider to be fun? Dominating my servants in my beautiful estate in the city of Milton, Massachusetts. I like having black men and black women as servants. I don't hire white men, white women, Latin men or Latin women. I also don't hire Middle-Easterners. Not because I'm prejudiced in any way but because I am bound by certain rules. Only black men and black women are fit to be my workers. It's not prejudice, it's part of a contract I signed with my late husband, a wealthy older black man. He wants the help around the house to be mostly female and all-black. He expressed it in his will. He also wants me to hire primarily black men and black women to run the foundation he created to help inner-city families. Believe it or not, even though I got no conscience, I cared for my hubby and exercised his wishes after he died.

Right now, I'm sitting on my chair while my black female servant Wilma Stefan licks my feet. She's a big black woman with a thick body, wide hips and a big butt. A long time ago, she was a community college student. Then she got pregnant by some black guy she made the mistake of spreading her legs for and was forced to drop out. Now, to support her son Matthew, she serves me. And serving me isn't easy. I am a very demanding mistress. One with some special needs which must be met.

Wilma is but one of several servants I've got. Nearby, a black male servant named Stanley Styles is energetically scrubbing the floors. I require all my servants, male and female, to work in the nude. I find it simply stimulating. Of course, I go about the house naked. I am proud of my body. And I feel absolutely no shame. You see, the world is mine. For I am a wealthy woman in a wealthy community. I married a rich older black man named Jackson Dwight and after his timely death, I inherited everything. His will dictates that I should use some of his money to help his people. I believe I've found a very clever way of doing that.

Across from me, a skinny black woman named Rhonda Stokes is holding a fan and fanning me with it. I wish she'd go faster with it. So I grab my whip and leave a nice bluish mark on her leg. Rhonda yelps, but does as she is told. Just like a good servant should. In my carefully ordered world, everyone knows their place. There can be no confusion. Today, I have a special activity planned. My most unruly servant, Madeline Brown, is getting punished. Madeline is a big and tall, busty and big-bottomed, dark-skinned black woman I hired to trim the hedges of my property. She didn't do her job properly. So I'm having her punished.

I ordered my other servants to bring Madeline to the yard and attach her to the wooden poles. Then I grabbed the whip and gave her a solid beating. Stanley, Wilma and Rhonda watched as I punished Madeline. The big black woman yelped as I gave her the sound punishment I knew she deserved. I love punishing the most unruly servants in front of the others. Seriously. It teaches them that unless the y obey me, they will get some corporal punishment. You've got to keep them in line otherwise they will rise against you. Power must be maintained through absolute domination.

After giving Madeline a solid beating, I forced her to kneel before me and lick my pussy. The big black woman looked at me through tear-filled eyes. I gave her a solid slap on the face. Madeline flinched, then obeyed me. Watching the big black woman submit to me like this turned me on like you would not believe. Madeline was very good at licking pussy. I think the big black woman might be a lesbian, or at least bisexual. She licked me good. Got me all wet and tingly. When she got done licking me, I sent Rhonda to get my strap-on dildo. She brought it to me, along with a can of lubricant. I put Madeline on all fours and mounted her. She bucked wildly and tried to escape. But I held her down. I spread the big black woman's ass cheeks wide open and pushed the dildo into her asshole. When I penetrated her ass, Madeline screamed. Holding her by the hips, I slammed the dildo into her ass. I wanted to beat the sass out of this big black woman. Show her who's boss once and for all. I savagely dominated Madeline's ass.

As I fucked her, I saw the other servants looking at me. I've broken them all this way. Rhonda was a very feisty black chick when she came to work for me. So I showed her who's boss. I beat her with my whip, and then put her on all fours and plunged two dildos into her. One in her pussy and one in her ass. I made her squeal as I fucked her fiercely. Afterwards, she was as docile as can be. I winked at her, and she flinched. Doubtless she remembered how I broke her in. I also broke in Wilma, my fanning agent. When she came to me, she had the attitude problem so many black women seemed to have. So I cured her of it. A big dildo up the ass and pussy followed by some rough fucking goes a long way toward curing a black woman of her attitude. Trust me, it works.

After fucking the sass out of Madeline, I had the other servants carry her back to her quarters. Wilma and Rhonda helped her. All except Stanley. My black male servant joined me in my chambers. He had double duties. First, I had some fun with him. I made him kneel before me and worship me since he was the black servant and I was the dominant white mistress who controlled his life. Then, I got on all fours and made him lick my asshole. He did. Afterwards, I made him lick my pussy. Obedient to the end, he did. Finally, I told Stanley to stuff his long and thick, uncircumcised black cock into my pussy. The big black man pumped his cock in and out of my snatch. I love black cock. It's so big and strong. So fulfilling. Stanley fucked me for a while, then came. I grabbed his cock, and told him to fuck me in the ass.

Stanley put his cock into my ass and began fucking me. I love it when he fucks me in the ass. I wish he'd fuck me harder. He's such a strong but gentle man. If I could love, I'd love Stanley. He's so good to me. The black female servants hate me but the black male servant thinks I'm just being myself. He doesn't hate me. Doesn't make it personal. That's why I never raise a hand to him. Or berate him. There's no need for it. Sassy black women get me royally pissed off. Black men are so decent and nice, it saddens me that they get a bad rap. At my estate, I pay the black women sixteen hundred bucks a month each. I pay Stanley eighteen hundred. They don't know about our special arrangement and he doesn't tell.

Stanley pumped his cock into my ass, stretching my booty hole. I screamed. I cried. I begged. In the end, I bowed to the black man's cock. Then I made him bow to mine. Hey, I like Stanley and everything but he's my servant and I am the mistress. I must maintain order. The line must be kept. So I put him on all fours and shoved my strap-on dildo up his ass. Stanley gritted his teeth as I began fucking him. I fucked him hard, stretching his ass with the dildo. I squeezed his balls while fucking him. I buried the dildo so deep into his ass, I'm surprised it didn't come out of his mouth. In the end, it screamed. And it was music to my ears. I pulled the dildo out of Stanley's ass, and he cried. Just like all the others. I told him to leave my room. And he obeyed.

I like Stanley but he's the servant and I'm the mistress. It's a line that's blurred over the years but I strive to maintain it. Don't expect me to fall in love with Stanley and run off with him. Or marry him. Hell no. I don't love anyone, male or female, black or white. I am a sociopath and the world is my playground. It's my life. I do as I please. Don't ever forget that. It will be the worst mistake of your life.



Black Slave Woman Ch. 06



My name is Karina Jade Ambrose. A big and tall, red-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a truck driver by trade. I didn't go to business school like so many of those highly educated people who find themselves unemployed these days and are praying for a government-issued Bailout. I went to Brockton Community College and earned myself an associate's degree in the field of psychology, of all things. After graduation, I decided that I didn't want to be a psychologist. I became a truck woman instead. Yes, female truck drivers do exist. There aren't a lot of us but we're out there. For twenty years, I worked hard at it. Earned the respect and admiration of the toughest men on the job. Then I retired and wisely invested my money.

What's the secret of my success? Simply put, I lucked out. I made a fortune during the Recession, starting moving companies across New England. Lots of people were moving out of their houses because of foreclosures. My moving companies pounced on that wave of opportunity. We rode that wave to its zenith, folks. By early 2008, I was a multi-millionaire. I worked hard for my money and I don't suffer fools. Men and women of any race or background who don't make the most of themselves and waste time and money get absolutely no pity from me. I don't like to donate to any damn charity and I don't believe in special treatment based on race, gender, or any category falling under the banner of political correctness. Lazy women don't get any breaks from me. Neither do lazy men, or lazy people of any race.

Sometimes, some people ask me how come I'm so harsh. They ask these questions only because they don't know me or what I've been through. When you know what a person has been through, then you will understand why they do what they do. It's that simple. Walk a mile in someone's shoes before judging them. If people did that more often, the world would be a better place. Life isn't as simple as many would like it to be. But I try my best to remove any unnecessary complications. Even though I am bisexual, I don't do the bed-hopping thing with women or men. I don't trust either sex as far as I can throw them. Human beings are treacherous. It doesn't matter if they're Black or White, male or female, straight or gay. That's the world according to me. It's for the best, I'm sure. In case you're wondering what in hell I'm talking about, I'll explain shortly. 

Historically, many people have been on the receiving end of mistreatment. Men and women, Blacks and Whites, straights and gays. We've all been there. Pain is part of the human experience. I don't think any of us ever completely escape it. Wealth and power can shield one from much unpleasantness but there are no guaranties. How else could you explain how one of my wealthy Black lady friends became my servant? Life can deal someone many reversals. There isn't a man or woman out there who is so tough, so proud, so ruthless and so powerful that life can't take him or her out and reduce them to nothingness. Sometimes, the powerful become the powerless. And vice versa.

In the United States of America, racial and gender issues, along with the politics of sexual orientation, completely dominate the political arena. If it's not civil rights being discussed, it's women's rights or same-sex marriage. And there are battles fought every damn day over these issues. I think the single most neglected issue in the country is the issue of class. Whether you're male or female, Black or White, straight or gay, how much money you have is what make s all the difference. Rich Black folks don't associate with poor Black folks, or poor White people for that matter. Rich women don't associate with poor women. Rich gay people don't see poor gays and lesbians as their equals. Not really. Class is the biggest line to cross in America. Why? Simply because class has to do with how much money you got, not your skin color, your gender or which way you get down in your bedroom.

Right now, I'm sitting on my living room couch while my servant, Fatima Winston, trims my toe nails. She's a tall, dark-skinned, big-bottomed and somewhat heavyset Black woman in her early forties. She used to be a supermodel, and the owner of Winston Magazine. One of the wealthiest and most powerful Black women in the country. Right up there with Oprah and Tyra Banks. She even had her own daytime talk show. Then she blew it. She hooked up with some shady men, both Black and White, who only liked her for her money. They took her the cleaners in divorce court since she never made any of them sign a prenuptial agreement. She started smoking crack. And that's how her millions went. In legal fees, divorce battles, and lawsuits. It took her a lifetime to become a multi-millionaire mogul but only a few years to become a washed-up has been. Sometimes, I wonder why humanity invented money. It's been known to make otherwise smart people do some crazy things.

Nowadays, Fatima Winston scrubs my floors, she brooms my carpet and vacuums while wearing a maid's outfit. And I am smoking a cigar while watching a Will & Grace rerun on television. I know what you're thinking. How the mighty has fallen. If Fatima Winston, the Black female millionaire had been smart with her money, she wouldn't be kneeling before a chubby White woman right now. It's her fault. She only has herself to blame. She's a stupid woman. And I got no problem bossing her around and making her do my bidding. From the moment she arrived at my mansion, I let her know that I wouldn't tolerate any sassy behavior in my house. At this point, Fatima's options were slim. She had been kicked out by a college friend of hers whom she stayed it after she lost all of her money. For a time, she had mooched off her fans but they too got tired of her. When she came to me, she desperately needed a job or a place to stay. It was either stay in my basement or wind up in a homeless shelter. Fatima Winston picked the former over the latter. A wise choice.

Sometimes, I must say I derive a certain pleasure from bossing this chubby Black woman around. She's practically my slave as it is. She isn't in a position to refuse me anything. Hard to believe that only a few years ago, she had the world at her fingertips. Fatima Winston, the Black female multi- millionaire had appeared in many movies and television shows. She'd been on Oprah, Letterman and O'Brien. She hosted Spring Break events for BET and appeared on the cover of Forbes Magazine. She had it all. How she managed to throw it all away it a mystery to me. Seriously. I think that's why I like to dominate and humiliate this big Black woman. She had it all. Looks. Money. Power. Fame. The world loved her. And she fucked it all up!

Whenever Fatima accidentally breaks something, I summon her to my chambers for some punishment. I order the big Black woman to kneel before me and call me Mistress. Whenever she hesitates, I remind her that she'd be in a homeless shelter if it wasn't for me. Yes, I'm the rich and powerful, generous White woman who rescues the poor Black woman from perdition. Sometimes, just for fun, I order Fatima to drop her panties and show me her fat Black ass. And she obeys. I guess I removed all of the sass out of this chubby Black female. I would grab her big Black butt and squeeze her cheeks. Then I would spank her ass. That's what bad chicks get. A good spanking. Oh, yeah. I loved spanking the big Black woman. The more humiliated she felt, the more turned on I became. 

Other times, I really pushed things to the limit. I would make Fatima parade around my house guests while on all fours, wearing a bikini and with a dog collar around her neck. The defeated look on her face turned me on like you would not believe. Whenever I get horny, I would simply spread my legs and order her to lick my pussy. Like a good little servant, Fatima did exactly as she was told. Oh, my. The big Black woman was really good at eating pussy. She insists that she's not a lesbian or even bisexual but I know better. Fatima took to eating pussy like a cat takes to hunting mice. She would lick and finger my pussy until I came, then I would fetch my strap-on dildo and show her why I had absolute power over her. 

Strap-on dildo fixed firmly around my hips, I ordered Fatima to get on all fours. Face down and ass up. Then I sprayed lube on the dildo before spreading Fatima's big butt cheeks wide open. Fatima really didn't like having her ass fucked but after so much "tough love" from me, she got used to it. Nowadays she doesn't even fuss anymore as I slide my dildo into her asshole. Yes, I'm a filthy rich, big White woman sodomizing my Black female servant with my strap-on dildo. And she loves it. Got a problem with that? I didn't think so. I grabbed Fatima's hips and thrust the dildo deep into her ass. The big Black woman gasped. Even though this big Black woman has a huge round butt, she's got a really tight asshole. I guess it's true what my longtime buddy, the local writer Samuel says. Big Black women with really big butts have the tightest assholes on the planet. While fucking Fatima with my dildo, I grabbed a handful of her long Black hair, yanking her head back. I whispered a special little word into her ear. Fatima's eyes widened in shock. I smiled. Hey, I call a spade a spade.

I love dominating Fatima because I know deep down that's what she needs. Plenty of hard-working Black men and Black women out there will never get near the millions of dollars that this stupid Black woman threw away. I wouldn't think much of her if she were a blue-eyed blonde either. I fucked her ass hard, owning it. Why? Simply because I can. She was given the Keys to the Kingdom and she threw them away. Those who can't lead must follow. Those who can't dominate must submit. Those who can't order must serve. That's the way of the world. I slammed my dildo deep into Fatima's asshole, shoving it so deep into her ass it's not even funny. When I pulled my dildo out of her, Fatima's formerly tight ass was now a gaping hole. I smiled, pleased with my handiwork. I think I showed this bitch who's boss, don't you?

Afterwards, I ordered Fatima to go take a bath. I can't stand it when she smells like sex. Ugh. After she showers, I will inspect her body for cleanliness and her wardrobe as well. Then I'll make sure she continues her duties a s I head to Boston for a business meeting with some shareholders in my moving company. The business can't run itself, folks. That's just not the way things work. As you can see, I run a tight ship. At home and at work. A good leader inspires respect in those who serve him or her. Respect begins with fear. And I wouldn't have it any other way. 



Black Slave Woman Ch. 07



My name is Estella Barnes. A six-foot-two, blonde-haired and green-eyed, chubby and big-bottomed, somewhat tomboyish Irishwoman living in the city of Chicago, Illinois. I'm an intern from the University of Illinois working for the Opal Winston Show. Yes, the Opal Winston Show. I can't tell you how excited I was to work for the show. I've always loved Opal Winston. The wealthiest Black woman in the United States of America. A personal friend of President Barack Obama and First Lady Michelle Obama. A living legend. A star in the night sky. A shining beacon of accomplishment. She was an inspiration to women everywhere, young and old, Black and White. I became her personal assistant as I worked on the show, and a lot more.

You got no idea what it's like for a young White feminist like me to work for the Opal Winston Show. You can't talk of woman power in the western world without mentioning Opal Winston. The voluptuous Black woman who has literally risen from nothing to become the most powerful woman in the country. I worshiped her. I come from a dirt poor family myself and I hope to make it. That's why I worked my ass off to win an academic scholarship to the University of Illinois. I wanted to be a successful businesswoman, just like Opal Winston. I adored her. And I guess she liked me too. I had no idea how much fun we would end up having together.

Opal Winston was an institution. A tall, statuesque, dark-skinned and big-bottomed Black woman who was literally worth billions. She was worshiped by men and women everywhere. The entire planet lay at her feet. There was nothing she couldn't do. Her generosity to causes such as civil rights, women's rights and anti-racism was legendary. I guess you could say I had a thing for her. I'm a lesbian, you see. It's not something I go around telling people. My family is Jewish and deeply conservative. Orthodox Jews aren't fans of same-sex marriage or gay and lesbian rights. So I kept my lesbianism to myself, lest my parents basically ban me from the family. Yes, as I was saying, I had a thing for Opal. I didn't think anything would ever happen between us. Opal Winston was wealthy and famous. She could have anyone she wanted, man or woman, Black or White. Why would she bother with a tall and chubby White tomboy like me? Besides, I didn't think she was into women.

One afternoon, Opal summoned me to her office. I was quite excited. It's always a pleasure to be summoned to Opal's office. The big Black woman billionaire may look intimidating on television but she was actually quite friendly and warm in person. I love her. I had pictures of her all over my dorm room. I had read her books. And I've been collecting issues of her magazine since high school. She wasn't just a big and beautiful, incredibly wealthy Black woman to me. She was my goddess. My voluptuous Black goddess. If Opal asked me to jump off a cliff, I would do it happily. I'm not insane or a stalker, folks. I am simply devoted, alright? I am a member of the Republic of Opal Winston. I pray to this gorgeous, wealthy Black woman at night. I worship her. If she asked me to take my own life, I wouldn't consider it extreme. I would consider it to be an honor. And yes, I would do it happily.

With those thoughts in mind, I went to Opal Winston's Office. And got the surprise of a frigging lifetime. Opal sat behind her desk, wearing a bright smile...and nothing else! My eyes widened in shock. Opal gestured for me to come to her, and to close the door. I did as I was told. My heart was going pitter patter. Opal smiled, and rose from behind the desk. Yes, she was naked. I had guessed right. And she looked damn good too. Ever since I was in high school, I knew I was a dyke. And I've always had a thing for Black women. Pictures of supermodel Tyra Banks and actress Jada Pinkett Smith along with superstar Beyonce Knowles adorned my bedroom wall. And I also checked out pictures and videos of naked Black women online. My parents sometimes saw these pictures on my computer but blamed my older brother Edward for it. He's got quite the porn collection but he's into Asian chicks in uniforms, not voluptuous Black women. Our parents never believed him when he blamed me for the Black porn on the PC. Folks, Opal looked good enough to eat. 

Throwing caution to the wind, I went to Opal Winston and kissed her passionately. We embraced, and she began unbuttoning my blouse. Her hand went up my skirt, and she giggled when she noticed I wasn't wearing any panties. I only wear underwear when I got my period, folks. I never bother with it otherwise. Hey, lesbians are into quickies too. They're not just for straight couples and gay or bisexual men. Opal was really aggressive, like she hadn't been with a woman in ages. In no time she had me naked on her desk. She licked my breasts while fingering my pussy with her nimble brown fingers. Opal was really good at this. She licked a path from my breasts to my belly, then went straight to my vagina. Breathing in the smell of me, she smiled. I am so glad I used vaginal deodorant today. Hey, a hot dyke's always got to be ready. You never know when some totally hot chick will want to munch on your twat. And nothing turns a horny lesbian off like a chick whose pussy smells foul.

I lay on the desk, legs spread while Opal went down on me. Man, this chick had skills. She licked my clit and pinched it while thrusting her fingers up my pussy. She played me like a piano and had me screaming her name in two languages, English and profane, as I came. She lapped up every last drop of my hot girly cum, too. Later, she told me I tasted good. Afterwards, we embraced. I was ecstatic. I couldn't believe it. I had sex with Opal Winston, many lesbians dream lay! 

And that's how it all began, folks. Opal Winston and I became lovers. Secret lovers. Opal had affairs with lots of women. She considers herself bisexual, but mostly into women. She also told me of the many women she'd slept with. From a certain former presidential candidate to a certain hot-tempered Black supermodel. She also hooked up with an older Black female comic icon. Yeah, she'd been around the block. She just didn't think it was anyone's business. Lots of wealthy and powerful women in the worlds of politics, entertainment, business and professional sports were into women, but pretended to be straight for the sake of appearances. Opal even named some names. Like a certain twenty-something biracial female singer who repeatedly denied being a lesbian. And a certain light-skinned Black female songbird married to an ugly but wealthy Black mogul. I was amazed.

Opal and I had a whirlwind romance. This big beautiful wealthy Black woman's appetite for kinky lesbian sex stunned even me, and you're talking to a woman who once hooked up with a married female soldier in the ladies room of an airport. One night, Opal told me about one of her kinkiest fantasies. I was all ears. And even I got shocked. Opal told me that she wanted to play slave and mistress in the historical sense. I couldn't believe it. The world's wealthiest Black woman wanted to play the role of a slave for her White female lover. Wow. And I thought I'd seen everything. But I was willing to play along.

I bought Opal a maid's outfit, and we had some wicked fun in her mansion as she dismissed her servants. I sat naked on the couch and Opal Winston, the world's most powerful Black woman knelt before me, a White woman, calling me Mistress. I couldn't believe it. I was going to have some fun with her. I attached a dog's collar around Opal's neck, and fixed a leash to it. A really long leash. Then in my best southern tone, I ordered her to clean the floor. Obediently, Opal started scrubbing. Hot damn! I fingered my pussy while Opal went around doing my bidding. Watching her big butt stick into the air as she bent down to clean the floor turned me on like you would not believe. The only thing I liked more than a big butt is one in pain.

I fetched my whip, and cracked it. Then I walked over to Opal and gave her some solid whacks on the behind. Opal yelped, and gave me a surprised look. I smiled wickedly, and told her I was just getting into character. An authentic wealthy White female plantation owner wouldn't think much of giving her Black female slave some whacks of the whip during the slavery days. Opal nodded. I whipped her some more, calling her my slave, my own personal bitch. And she called me mistress and obeyed me as I whacked her some more. Man, I'm really loving this.

Afterwards, I walked around the huge mansion, holding Opal Winston on a short leash as she walked beside me, but on all fours. I relished playing the role of the White female slave owner as the most powerful Black woman in the country played the role of my Black slave. I pushed Opal to some extremes that day. I tied her up in the yard and whipped her some more. Then I fetched my strap-on dildo and fucked her. I put her on all fours, face down and fat ass up before spreading her big butt cheeks and shoving my plastic cock into her asshole. The big Black woman screamed loud enough to wake the dead. Opal Winston was finally getting the fucking that she deserved, courtesy of a dominant White woman with a strap-on dildo. We were both living our wildest fantasies. I fucked her hard, and she screamed and creamed. I loved it. Fucking my slave with my dildo. I fucked her hard, slamming the dildo into her ass until she cried. Opal Winston, the most powerful Black woman on the planet begged me for mercy. Grinning, I pulled the dildo out of her ass. Then I spit in her now dilated asshole. I helped Opal to her feet and she kissed me passionately, thanking me for my strong brand of love. She told me I forever changed her life. And I smiled. If she only knew.

After this fun session, Opal Winston's relationship with me changed. The big beautiful, incredibly wealthy Black woman fell in love with me. She never refused me anything. A million bucks? Done. A brand new car? Okay. A mansion in upstate Illinois? Absolutely. Opal Winston was very generous with the people she loved. But I wanted it all. One day, I showed up at her office with a special present. Opal was ecstatic, and unwrapped it quickly. The gift was a DVD and some very special photos. Opal looked pale as she saw the photos. She should. They were pictures of us doing it. She looked at me, shocked. I smiled wickedly. Then I played the DVD for her. The DVD was a two-hour compilation of Opal Winston and I having hot lesbian sex. And not just hot dyke sex. The steamy scenes where I whipped her, bossed her around and played the role of mistress to her slave were there as well.

Opal stared at me, stunned. She crossed her arms across her chest and asked me what I wanted. I smiled, and told her I wanted it all. Unless she wanted the DVD to be released on the Internet, the world's wealthiest Black woman would do as I say. Opal was mad. But she couldn't let me embarrass and humiliate her like that. If all the Black women and Black men who looked up to her saw her playing the role of a slave to some White mistress, they would abandon her. She would lose everything. So she did as I said to save face. 

The next day, Opal Winston stunned the world. She was on the cover of the Advocate, the world-famous gay magazine, as she came out of the closet as a lesbian. She also introduced to the world the woman she loved, yours truly. We got married in Massachusetts, and our wedding was attended by the President of the United States and his family, along with the wealthiest men and women from the worlds of politics, entertainment, business and all that jazz. Opal has signed over her fortune to me, privately of course. She continues to run the Opal Winston Show, along with her magazine, but I make all the decisions with the many, many businesses she owns. The world sees us as a power couple. They got no idea.

When we're at home, Opal Winston is my servant. She wears a maid outfit and does my bidding. She's now the only servant in our house. I smoke cigars, and carry a whip with me. And when the whip doesn't work, I sodomize her with my strap-on dildo. I got to keep her line, you see. Make sure she knows her place. I am the boss of her. She was so stupid to trust me. As if I could really love her. I loved her money. I loved her power. But I could never love her. And it's not because she's Black. I'm not a racist. It's because I'm a sociopath, and that's how I roll. The world is mine, folks. 



Black Slave Woman Ch. 08



Right now, my African-American maid Sholonda Brown is on all fours, face down and ass up as I spread her big black butt cheeks and push my long and thick, uncircumcised white cock into her asshole. I love dominating black women. And the best way to do that is by fucking them in the butt. Especially big black women like Sholonda. She's six-foot-three, thick-bodied and big-bottomed, weighing two hundred and sixty pounds. Today, this Black Amazon kneels to the awesome power of white cock. Yeah!

My name is Franklin O'Doyle. A five-foot-nine, red-haired and green-eyed Irishman who absolutely loves black women. I love to dominate them and make them kneel before me. I guess that's why I hired Sholonda. I posted an ad online saying I was a white male with dominant tendencies looking for a submissive black female to play the role of my house maid. Just some fantasy role play, you know. As it turns out, Sholonda was a real-life African-American millionaire who liked to play such games. The gal owns a series of businesses around Massachusetts. From hair salons to barber shops and video stores. She had dough. She also owned a maid's outfit. I guess I lucked out. 

I've always fantasized about what it would be like to live in the days of colonial America. When white women and white men kept black males and black females as slaves. I'm not a racist. I just have an active fantasy life, that's all. I work for the Affirmative Action offices down in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm one of their top lawyers. I like to date black women. I have lots of black male and black female friends. I am definitely not a racist. I'm just a guy with an active imagination.

Sholonda is quite the submissive, folks. Not that most people would ever guess that when looking at her. Black women who were over six feet tall, dark-skinned and quite heavyset simply didn't look submissive.  Yet Sholonda absolutely loved the idea of submitting to a dominant white male.  She is the one who bought the slave collar along with the leash. She made me put a collar and leash on her and insisted I berated her while she cleaned my house. I called her my black slave woman, my submissive black slut and my ghetto whore as she cleaned the place. She loved being called names. I couldn't believe it. 

As Sholonda got on all fours, I shoved my dick into her asshole. I love fucking big black women in the ass.  Especially those sassy, big-bottomed black women I run into on the subway. I've never felt attracted to a white woman once in my life. If you were to search my computer, you'd find mostly black and interracial porn sites.  I like watching black women have sex with white men. I sometimes like watching black women having sex with black men.  As long as there's a sexy black woman getting nailed, I'm game.

I shoved my dick deep into Sholonda's asshole.  The big black woman squealed as she got fucked in the ass. I love fucking the sass out of a black woman. The more arrogant they are, the I enjoyed taming them.  My favorite web site is one that's come under fire recently. It features young white men going into the black ghetto to find sassy black women whom they roughly fuck.  These guys love to have rough oral and anal sex with these sassy black women. A lot of people are offended by the premise of that site. I'm not. I absolutely love rough interracial sex. I get off when I see a dominant black male fucking a blonde-haired white woman in the ass. I get off even more when a dominant white woman gets a strap-on dildo and fucks the living daylights out of a black man. Show the thug that white chicks aren't as tame as he'd like to believe.  I love interracial sex.

Slowly but surely, I turned Sholonda Brown into my slave. Yes, you read right. She became my slave. She would come home and scrub my floors, and also clean my toilets.  She would cook for me and call me Master while serving me food.  I loved the sight of a big and tall black woman behaving submissively toward me. I guess interracial dominance and submission are a really big turn-on for me.  In bed, she did everything I said. I would tie her up and put her on all fours before fucking her in the ass. I gripped her wide hips and slammed my long and thick white cock into her big black ass like there was no tomorrow. For such a big black woman with a gigantic butt, she certainly had a tight asshole. I enjoyed stretching her asshole from a tight crevice to a wide receiver. I would fuck her ass until I came, then I made her drink the cum straight from my cock. And she did absolutely everything I said.

When we went out, she held my hand and often carried my stuff. Sometimes, she showed up at my office with my morning coffee and donuts. Isn't she a good servant? I wondered how far I could push her.  So I decided to separate her from those who might oppose my domination schemes.  I asked her to sign power of attorney over her list of businesses to me and she did. Just like that, I became a multi-millionaire.  And then she moved in with me in the mansion I bought.  A mansion that she maintained as my faithful servant.  I was living La Dolce Vita, folks. Seriously. All was well in the kingdom where I ruled. I had the life that most men could only dream of. Am I lucky man or what?

Sholonda Brown seemed to relish her new existence as my servant. She delighted in serving me.  And I lavished her with kindness, as a good Master should. I am not a cruel bastard, you know. I bought her some new uniforms, and once every two weeks I gave her some cash ( around three hundred bucks) so she could buy herself something pretty.  In exchange, she worshiped the ground that I walked on. Life was good. 



Black Slave Woman Ch. 09



Contrarily to what most people in America believe, many Black women are actually quite submissive. Not all of them are the loud-mouthed, opinionated and sometimes downright belligerent gals portrayed in today's movies, television shows and commercials. My lover Beatrice Edmund is living proof of that. She's a six-foot-two, heavyset, busty and big-bottomed, dark-skinned Black woman from the great state of Virginia. She attends Virginia Tech, where she's a student-athlete. On the soccer field, she's aggressive and all that. In the bedroom, she's somewhere else entirely. A natural submissive who loves to get dominated by macho White men. We've been having all kinds of wicked fun together. She came to visit me in Massachusetts during Spring Break.

Sometimes, I wonder why that is. Why do so many Black men and Black women have Slave/Master fantasies? There are quite a lot of Black people in the BDSM scene in Boston. I'm not saying this to be racist. I'm saying it because I am genuinely puzzled. Someone should do some psychological research into that someday. My good friend Elisabeth Winters is a six-foot-one, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman who lives in Brighton, Massachusetts. Like me, she's a Corrections Officer. She's engaged to a tall, burly Black male state police Officer named Jamal Woodward. The stuff she tells me he's into makes even me blush. And I'm not someone who is easily shocked. She showed me a video they made together.

The video was forty six minutes long and was filmed in the basement of Elisabeth's house. To this day I won't forget it. In the video, Officer Jamal Woodward was naked, wearing a slave's collar and handcuffs. He knelt before Elisabeth, calling her mistress and kissing her feet. Elisabeth brandished a whip and whipped him with it. The harder she whipped him, the more he screamed. And the more turned on she became. I couldn't believe my eyes. Jamal Woodward was a big and tough Black man. And he had a deep voice and quite the presence. He's six-foot-six for crying out loud. He's the last man I'd expect to be into this kind of stuff.

After whipping her slave, Mistress Elisabeth donned a strap-on dildo and sodomized him with it. My eyes went wide as Elisabeth spread Jamal's butt cheeks and eased the dildo into his ass. The big Black man screamed as his White girlfriend slammed the dildo into his ass while calling him some racial epithets that I definitely won't mention here. Wow. I was amazed, stunned, disgusted and turned on at the same time. I knew there were men out there who were into this sort of thing but I never thought the fiancé of a buddy of mine might be one of them. Wow. The video was an eye-opener, folks. Shows you just never know what someone might be into. It emboldened me in my search for a Black female submissive to play with. And I'm happy to say that I found one.

Presently, Beatrice is on all fours, face down and ass up as I push my long and thick White cock into her asshole. I just love fucking Black women in the ass. Especially big Black women like Beatrice. They look intimidating until you take control of them. I put the big Black woman on her knees and make her bow to the awesome power of White cock. It's wonderfully empowering. 

My name is Stanley Wick. And like my name suggests, I am a wicked man indeed. I live in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts and I'm a Corrections Officer working at the nearby women's prison. I'm Jewish, standing five-foot-ten and weighing one hundred and forty pounds. I've got light brown hair, alabaster skin and pale blue eyes. I'm twenty four years old. I live in a nice apartment on Brockton's West Side. And I'm bisexual. I'm not exactly what most people consider to be intimidating. But I've got a twelve-inch, uncircumcised White cock that makes men and women of all color squeal when I fuck them with it.

How come I'm a Jew and still uncircumcised? Well, not all Jewish families believe in altering their sons bodies to fit with some obscure tradition. My mother Alicia O'Shea was Irish and an atheist. And she wasn't about to let my meek Jewish father James Wick alter me in the name of his faith. I'm glad my mother stuck up for me. Being an uncircumcised Jewish male who's also bisexual is great. I love my member the way it is, thank you very much. You won't believe the kind of people I hook up with. Seriously. Just because I'm a skinny White guy with average looks doesn't mean I can't get the sexy ladies...or the sexy men.

I grip Beatrice's wide hips and thrust my cock deeper into her asshole. While fucking her in the ass, I call her all kinds of names. I call her my Black slave, my ghetto whore and my cock-sucking Black bitch. All this she endures without saying a peep because she's bound and gagged. I love fucking her like this. You've got to fuck a woman in the ass while she's bound and gagged ( willingly of course) at least once in your life. Seriously. It's not the kind of experience you will forget. I highly recommend it to all my male friends. Those who've been fortunate enough to try it thanked me from the bottom of their balls. What can I say? I'm a cool guy.

While fucking Beatrice in her fat Black ass, I grab a handful of her long Black hair and yank her head back. She whimpers through the gag. You've got no idea how much I love that sound. It's music to my ears. I take out my belt and start whipping Beatrice's big Black butt while fucking her. Her big Black butt turns a bluish hue while I fuck and whip it at the same time. Beatrice bucks wildly under me as her big Black ass endures some sweet punishment. I love to do this to her. Make me feel all powerful while I completely dominate her. Every time I see a sassy Black woman on the subway, at work or anywhere else, I want to grab her, bend her over and fuck her in the ass. Fuck the sass out of her ass. Most of the time that's just not feasible. That's why I looked long and hard for a submissive Black female like Beatrice. A Black woman who got off on being dominated by a White male.

I fuck Beatrice in that fat Black ass of hers until I cum, flooding the big Black woman's tight asshole with loads upon loads of my hot cum. I take off Beatrice's gag and listens to the sweet sound of her screams as my cum fills her ass. Yeah, now that's what I call music. I could make a soundtrack with her screams and sell it on the online market. I bet you some people would buy it. What do you think? After fucking Beatrice, I pull my cock out of the big Black woman's asshole. And I gasp in surprise when I notice that Beatrice's formerly tight asshole is now a gaping hole. I admire my handiwork and to be quite honest, I absolutely love it.

Afterwards, I remove Beatrice's bindings. The two of us sit naked in my small living room. The life of a Corrections Officer isn't glamorous, I'm afraid. We hold hands, and talk about what we just did. Beatrice thanks me for a wonderful session. She feels liberated after all the roughhousing I put her through. It's the only way she achieves release. Does that surprise you? It shouldn't. I didn't do anything to her that she wasn't comfortable with. In these matters, you should know that the submissive is always the one in control. The dominant is but the purveyor of pleasure and pain to them. Such is the way things are done in the circles that we travel. 



Black Slave Woman Ch. 10



My name is Kristal Steinberg.  A six-foot-seven, blonde-haired and green-eyed White Amazon of German descent with a story to dazzle you.  A graduate of the University of Massachusetts at Amherst, Master's degree in Business Administration. These days, I work for a major corporation but it's what I do when I'm at home that's really cool. I am ruthless, and I've got absolutely no conscience.  I love to bring men and women to their knees, destroy their lives and take over. It's what gives me pleasure. I was born that way. Nothing else can give me pleasure.  It took me a long time to accept that but I got over whatever reservations I had a long time ago.  Life is much better when you're a sociopath. A person devoid of conscience. And if you're a wealthy White female sociopath like me, a member of the top echelon of society, life can be quite fun. It's for the best, trust me.

Right now, I'm shoving my longest and thickest strap-on dildo into the ass of a big and tall Black man named Paul Brown. He's on all fours, face down and ass up. I bet you can't believe it. A six-foot-six, 260-pound Black male who used to play college football letting some White woman fuck him in the ass with her dildo. He's got chains binding his big hands and big feet so he's not going anywhere.  He cannot escape from my wrath. Not a chance. He is mine and today I am fucking his Black male ass like it's going out of style.  I want to tear him a new one, as they say. Paul Brown whimpers as I sodomize him. I smack his big Black ass and hear his yelps. Ah, I love that sound. 

I don't know why so many people think big Black men are scary. Most of them are silly punks. I've tamed enough of them to know that most of them are all talk. As I sodomize him, I call him my own personal slave, my weak-willed Black servant and my house slave. And he loves me for it. I guess we were made for each other. For as long as I can remember, I've had the desire to tame certain Black people, especially Black men. I want to make them subservient to me. And I found a Black man who was looking for a dominant White mistress to enslave him. I guess we both lucked out.

When he met me, Paul Brown was a veteran police officer in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts.  I took over his life, as well as his body and soul. He left his African-American wife, former heavyweight boxer turned preacher Pamela Haley Brown and their daughters, Boston University students Myra and Jamaica Brown. He left them to be with me. Because he wants to be the Black slave of a White woman.  And I wouldn't have it any other way. He is my slave and he must obey me. He gave all of his money, along with his passport and his car, his driver's license and his possessions.  His wife and daughters are now living in an apartment while I live in their former house with him. He stays in a cage in the basement and I live in the master bedroom. As it should be, for I am the mistress and he is my slave.

Paul screams as I ravage his ass with my strap-on dildo. I tell him that he is my bitch. He is my slave and there is nothing he can do about it. He's inferior to me and I was born to dominate him. He nods and says yes mistress as I plunge the dildo deeper into his ass. I drill my dildo into his ass while berating him. He is such a loser. Like all Black men, he lusts after tall, blonde-haired White women like myself.  And he would do anything to get with me. That's why he left his wife. That's why he walked away from his life as a decorated African-American police officer to be my Black slave, chained in the basement of the house he once owned.

The property is under my name now. And to complete Paul Brown's transformation from hard-working Black male professional, husband and father, to newly domesticated slave, I branded him. In the old days, White men and White women who owned Black male and Black female slaves branded them with their name so everyone would know whom the slave in question belonged to. Just in case he or she ever got the bright idea to run away from the plantation. Or if they got stolen by some other slave owner out to make a quick buck.  

I get to thinking that I want to look into Paul Brown's eyes as I fuck him. And so I turn him around so that he's lying on his back. I look into his eyes while grabbing his big Black cock and ram my dildo into his ass.  Paul's eyes widen and he screams. So I fuck him harder. I want to hear him scream. I want my Black male slave to know that his life is in the hands of a sadistic White woman who loves to dominate him. I want him to know that a White woman's cruelty has no limits. I want him to feel the full extent of my power.  Paul howls as I savagely penetrate his asshole.  His screams were sweeter music to my ears than the local symphony orchestra.  So I fucked him harder in order to hear the sweet music of his screams again and again.

I drill my cock into Paul Brown's ass for a long time, stretching the big Black man's tight asshole until it expands to the point that I can penetrate it at will with hardly any lubricant. I look into Paul Brown's eyes and realize that I've broken him.  Well, almost. I pull the dildo out of him and tell him that I've got a surprise for him. He sits up, painfully. I show him what's behind door number one! It's his wife, his lovely wife Pamela Haley Brown. And she's completely naked, and in chains. Paul Brown's eyes widened. I look at him, and see despair in his eyes.  I grin maliciously. It seems that I've achieved victory. The big Black man looks at me and tells me this wasn't part of our agreement.

Paul Brown is a sick individual. He has a submissive streak the length of the Massachusetts Turnpike and  needs to submit to White women otherwise he can't get off sexually. This need drove him to seek the company of White dominatrix types all over the state. Until he met me. Since I was so good at dominating and brainwashing him, he agreed to become my slave.  However, I was supposed to leave his wife and daughters alone.  I told him that his wife Pamela came to me, begging me, woman to woman, to let her husband return to her. Let him be with his family once more. I played along, then enslaved her too. Now I had two Black slaves, one male and one female. Life was good!

I pushed Pamela Haley Brown before me.  She was a big and tall Black woman with thick legs, wide hips and a big booty. Standing six feet two inches and weighing two hundred and forty pounds.  It wasn't easy for me to subdue her. Physically, she was quite strong but I outsmarted her.  And then I began to break her down. I tied her up and  showed her who's boss. She bears my brand on her back, just like her husband.  And like him, she's got steel bindings on her hands and feet. I let my two Black slaves look at each other. They were both defeated by yours truly.  A look of despair passed between them. I smiled, admiring my handiwork. Then I began to punish Paul Brown further. This time, I would make him watch as I punished his wife.

I shoved Pamela Haley Brown on the floor, and  put her on all fours. Then I told her that I was going to show her big Black ass my power. Without further ado, I spread Pamela's big Black ass cheeks wide open and shoved my dildo into her asshole. The big Black woman screamed loud enough to wake the dead.  Paul Brown watched helplessly as I fucked his plump Black wife in her fat Black ass.  I laughed as I drilled my dildo into Pamela's ass. I've always wanted to fuck a big Black woman in the ass. Especially those sassy Black women I keep running into. I fucked the sass out of Pamela Brown's ass, folks. I rammed my dildo so far up her big ass, I'm surprised it didn't come out of her mouth. She screamed. She begged. She pleaded. I just laughed and kept fucking her. Hell, she even farted.  Laughing, I smacked her big ass to remind her to mind her manners while getting fucked by me. Then I continued to fuck her until I was sated, then I pressed a special button on my dildo. It released hot artificial cum deep inside Pamela's ass. The big Black woman howled. I laughed victoriously.

Afterwards, I told Pamela and Paul Brown to clean the basement. If I wasn't satisfied with their work, I'd give them both a whipping they wouldn't forget. Looking at me with fear and respect, they promised me to do their best. And they punctuated that promise by saying the word mistress. I love that word.  Satisfied, I returned to my chambers to watch some TV. I had a lot of work to do tomorrow.  And when I returned, I expected to come home to a nice clean house, or else my servants would have hell to pay.