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White Women are Goddesses Ch. 01

By: Samuelx



My name is Eloise Jenkins and I'm a young woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm around five-foot-ten, kind of plump, with red hair, green eyes and alabaster skin. I'm an Irish-American lesbian and I'm also a BDSM fanatic. By nature, I am submissive. My Mistress Kendra Jones taught me all I know. She's a six-foot-three, curvy and big-bottomed, dark-skinned Black woman I met at Saint Marcus College ages aso. She's an award-winning fiction author and a professor of African-American Literature at one of Massachusetts top schools. I was her most devoted student, in more ways than one. I worship my Mistress just like a good slave should. Lots of young white women who are gay or bisexual are deeply submissive. And we have a thing for bossy exotic women, especially Black women and Hispanic women. The lesbian BDSM scene is really diverse and quite fun.

Recently, my Mistress came to me with a strange request. Mistress Kendra Jones told me that she had some submissive fantasies that she wanted to explore. I was stunned. Mistress Kendra doesn't strike me as the kind of woman with a single submissive bone in her body. She's tall, strong and beautiful. And she is good at domination. She dominated the hell out of me. This tall and sexy, butch Black woman. I remember kneeling before her and sucking her toes. I remember her pulling my hair and smacking me. Prying my legs open and fisting me deep in my pussy while smacking my tits. Oh, and let's not forget her strap-on dildo. She would bend me over and spank my white ass until it turned red before donning her strap-on dildo and fucking me with it roughly. She loved drilling my pussy with her dildos. And not just my pussy. One time, she shoved a dildo up my ass while fisting my pussy. Did I mention that I was tied up and spread-eagled on a table at the time? Yeah, I was. And I absolutely delighted in how she handled me. I'm the submissive and she's my Mistress. Now my Mistress admitted to having submissive tendencies. This severely alters our dynamic. If the Mistress wants to submit, then what does the submissive do? I knew the answer the moment I asked myself the question. If the Mistress submits, then the submissive must dominate. I smiled at Kendra Jones and agreed to be her Mistress to help her explore her submissive side. She smiled and thanked me.

Thus, Kendra Jones and I began our journey together. White Mistress and Black Bitch instead of Black Mistress and White Bitch. How awkward. I started things light. I wanted to let Kendra Jones get used to being submissive. So I bought her a Black and white maid's uniform and asked her to wear it while we were alone in my house. Kendra was hesitant. The strong Black woman wasn't too keen on that. I smiled at Kendra and gently kissed her forehead, then I e explained to her that she was now the submissive and I was the Mistress. She had to do as I said. Kendra nodded, and put on the uniform. Oh, man. She looked really sexy in the Black and white maid's uniform. Her big ass looked really shapely in it too. I sat on my couch and watched her as she cooked and cleaned for me. And when she was done, I praised her. I rewarded her by spreading my legs and letting her lick me out. Kendra once again hesitated. I stared at her, shaking my head. I told her to kneel before me and she bristled at my tone. I smiled and told her to simply lick my pussy. Swallowing hard, Kendra did as she was told. I got such a sexual thrill at the sight of my former Mistress, a strong Black woman, kneeling before me, a chubby white chick. I almost came I swear. Kendra began licking and fingering my pussy. Mere days ago I used to kneel before her and eat her out. Now she was doing it for me. How times have changed.

Kendra Jones was an excellent pussy licker. I praised her skills. Afterwards, we sat down and discussed what we had done together. Kendra was a little shaken by what she had done. Years ago when I first submitted to her, she used to berate me and call me a silly white slut. She used to say that silly white sluts belonged on their knees and were made to serve strong Black women. A really mean part of me wanted to give her a taste of her own medicine. I wanted to tell her that silly Black sluts belonged on their knees and were made to serve strong white women. However, that would be wrong of me. Besides, Kendra isn't just a sexy Black chick to me. I care about her, believe it or not. A long time ago, all I wanted was her love. And I thought I would get it if I obeyed her and tried to make her happy. Unfortunately, she could never see past my skin tone and middle-class background. All she saw was a silly white slut in need of domination at the hands of a strong Black woman. I decided to be a better Mistress to her than she was to me. I told her that there was no shame in exploring her submissive side. I also reassured her by telling her that submitting to me did not diminish her standing as a strong Black woman in my eyes. Kendra looked at me adoringly and smiled. Gosh I wanted to kiss her. However, I couldn't. She was too arrogant and bossy. I needed to put her through hell to save her from herself. Even though I loved her.

The next time we met, I had Kendra strip naked before me and inspected her body. I was really critical of her big tits, wide hips and big Black ass. Now, I love curvy Black women. I really do. However, in order to remake Kendra I had to break her down. I grabbed a picture of a magazine and showed her a skinny blonde. I told her that chick was the ideal of beauty. Kendra swallowed hard and nodded. Now, it hurt me to say that. I would pick a curvy Black woman over a skinny blonde any day. Believe that. However, I've got to break down Kendra's mental fortitude in order to truly transform her into a submissive. It's not just a physical process. There's more to it than whips and chains and dungeons. It's a mental process as well. I had to dominate her physically as well as mentally. And so I did what I had to. I told her that in order to fix her, I would need to put her through some tough work. She agreed. I made her do yard work for me while wearing a bikini. Luckily there were high fences around my house. Kendra looked so sexy mowing my lawn in a bikini that I wanted to pull her into my arms and make love to her. However, I couldn't do that. I had to follow the script and be her Mistress and make her my submissive. I forced down the warm feelings of love I had for her and adopted a steely, stern demeanor. It wasn't easy but I did it.

When Kendra Jones finished mowing the lawn, I inspected her work. Truly she did a splendid job but I had to criticize her. I told her she did an awful job and she looked crestfallen. My heart ached when I saw that look on her face but I steeled myself against it. Next, I told her that working in the sun all day made her sweaty and smelly. Kendra stared at me, mouth agape. I smiled nastily and told her that she smelled nasty. She protested. I laughed and then I took her to the washroom and hosed her. My way of cleaning her up. That seemed to really affect her. Kendra promised me that she would do a good job working for me and that she'd be clean about it too. I smiled and rubbed her head in a very patronizing way. I knew I was wearing her down. She didn't call me Eloise anymore. She simply called me Mistress. Kendra Jones the strong Black woman who moonlighted as a dominatrix was fading away. Kendra Jones the meek-eyed submissive was taking hold. And I loved that transformation in her.

I continued to push her further. She got used to wearing the Black and white maid's uniform. One day, I invited some white female friends at my house and told them Kendra Jones was my maid. And for the entire evening, Kendra Jones quietly served us tea and crackers, and went about her duties just like a real maid would. None of my friends ever suspected that Kendra Jones was anything more than a maid. They had no idea that she was a graduate of Spelman College and Howard University. A gorgeous, intelligent, educated and accomplished Black woman. I was both pleased and disturbed by how quickly Kendra Jones had changed. After my friends left, I made her kneel before me and lick my pussy. This time she didn't even hesitate. I called her names while she lapped away at my pussy and even berated her but she didn't even react. Just continued licking my pussy like there was no tomorrow. I noted with satisfaction that the fire was mostly gone from Kendra Jones eyes. She was becoming a true submissive. Good. We're making progress. 

One day, I decided to take Kendra Jones to the final frontier. I decided to fuck her with a strap-on dildo. One day, Kendra was going about her duties when she accidentally spilled juice on my kitchen floor. I got really mad on purpose and decided to punish her. Kendra started mumbling an apology. I wouldn't hear of it. I smacked her hard across the face. Kendra's eyes blazed. I gasped. For a moment, I thought I had gone too far. Instead of rushing me, Kendra started crying. Actual tears. I couldn't believe it. I smiled and told her to clean the floor. She went to get a rag but I took the rag from her. I told her to clean the floor with her tongue. Amazingly, she obeyed. I watched this big and tall Black woman licking up fallen juice on my kitchen floor. Mere days before our situations were reversed and I was the submissive white chick in awe of the Black goddess, completely dominated by the strong Black woman. Now she was completely submissive to me. Smiling, I caressed Kendra's big Black ass and told her to get naked. She did. I admired her big sexy ass. Hot damn she looked great. I fetched my strap-on dildo and told her I was going to fuck her with it. Kendra's eyes went wide. This was truly the last frontier for her. I couldn't quit now. So I smacked her big ass and told her to assume the position. Amazingly, she obeyed. Face down and ass up. I smiled wickedly. Then I pressed my dildo against her pussy lips and pushed it inside. This was Kendra's first time getting penetrated. She once told me that she'd never been with a man and she never let women shove dildos inside of her. She liked to be the one penetrating her women, not the other way around. Well, I guess there's a first time for everything. Time for this big and tall Black Amazon to submit completely to her chubby white Mistress.

I gripped Kendra's wide hips and thrust the dildo deep into her pussy. She squealed as she officially lost her virginity to me. I smacked her big Black ass, loving the way it jiggled under the force of my thrusts. I grabbed a handful of Kendra's long Black hair and pulled it. She yelped. And the most amazing thing happened. Kendra's hair or at least a large chunk of it came off since it was a weave. And not a very good one either. I laughed so hard I almost pissed myself. Why do so many Black women like to wear fake hair? Kendra's own natural hair, which was kind of short, looked really nice. Short hair looks good on many women of all races. Why leave what's real and opt for what's fake? I guess I'll never know. I fucked Kendra's pussy hard. It was fun. And I could she liked it. The bitch enjoyed what I did to her. However, nothing can make a strong woman feel dominated the way a dildo up her ass can. It's the ultimate thing. So I spread Kendra's ass cheeks wide open and rubbed my dildo against her asshole. 

The big and tall Black woman tensed. I leaned close to her face and whispered that I was going to fuck her in the ass. I could feel her trembling. Smiling, I rubbed her big round ass before pushing the dildo into her asshole. Kendra groaned as my dildo slipped into her asshole. I smacked her big ass and pushed the dildo deep into her booty hole. It was my second time taking her virginity that day. This butch Black woman had never been anally penetrated before. I gripped her hips and pushed the dildo deeper into her asshole. Down where the sun didn't shine. Kendra howled as I fucked her in the ass. Her screams were music to my ears. I smacked her ass hard while fucking her. I wanted to make her pay for having such a big sexy ass and for dominating me for so long. If I knew dominating her would be this sweet, I would have done it a long time ago. I plunged the dildo deep into her asshole, making her squeal. I berated her while fucking her. Face down and ass up, she took everything I dished out at her. Like a good submissive slut.

After fucking Kendra's asshole with my strap-on dildo, I ordered her to kneel before me. The tall and sexy Black Amazon knelt before me, her dominant white Mistress. She licked my dildo clean, without a doubt tasting her ass on it. I smiled and rubbed her head while she cleaned my dildo. Afterwards, I took her to the washroom for a good clean up session. Then we went back to my living room. I grabbed my favorite Zane novel, and busied myself reading some really hot urban stories. Meanwhile, Kendra lay on the floor and I rested my feet upon her broad back. I love what she's become. She's gone from a stern, bossy and domineering Black Mistress to a delightfully submissive Black slut whose only wish is making her white Mistress happy. The new dynamic suits me greatly, and it suits her as well. After a while, I decided to make it a permanent thing and of course Kendra had no objections. She quit her job at the school and moved in with me. Now she cooks my meals, cleans my house and sleeps in my bed. Taking care of all my needs. It's what makes her happy. I'm her Mistress and she's glad to be with me. I bring order and purpose into her life. We're happy together. 

White Women are Goddesses Ch. 02



Veronique Angelus is the name. A six-foot-one, dark-skinned, voluptuous and big-bottomed young Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. People constantly tell them I remind them of professional tennis player Serena Williams. That's cool because she's my idol. A strong Black woman. Just call me the ultimate tomboy. I'm a pre-med student at the University of Massachusetts, having transferred there from Brockton Community College a while ago. Someday soon, I'm going to be a doctor. I'm a very determined and ambitious person. However, I do have my fun side. I'm into a lot of things which would shock my friends, family members and colleagues if they knew. Hell, it might even shock you people, and you have sort of a general idea what you're in for. I'm a somewhat closeted butch lesbian of Jamaican descent who's a BDSM fanatic. Yeah, whips and chains, handcuffs, sex toys and Black leather outfits. That kind of BDSM. I love it. What? You didn't know Black people love BDSM too? Well, we do. And now you know.

I met a very cute young woman who was down for the same kind of thing I am. Heather Carleton, a tall and skinny, blonde-haired and blue-eyed white chick I knew during my days at Brockton Community High School. She was our class valedictorian if I'm not mistaken. I always thought she was straight-laced and deeply nerdy. Never thought she and I might have a lot more in common than most people realize. Heather Carleton, a five-foot-ten, bespectacled nerdy white chick, went on to attend Curry College and later enrolled at the University of Massachusetts, where we were reunited. She was majoring in bio-chemistry and used the same labs as some of the pre-med students. I found her cute, but pushy. Typical straight white chick, or so I thought. Imagine my surprise later. I ran into her at a lesbian bar, and surprisingly, sparks flew. I took her home and we slept together. Heather could eat pussy with the best of them. And she was passionate too. I like that in a woman. We became an item and that's when the fun began. As it turns out, Heather was into BDSM too. I'm versatile in BDSM. Sometimes I dominate the women I'm with, sometimes they dominate me. Heather wasn't like that. She was totally dominant, which is surprising since she's so nerdy but I guess you never really know people. Heather and I tried some BDSM together, and she was a delight.

I've been wanting to explore my submissive side for quite some time. I'm a six-foot-one, dark-skinned and athletic Black female college student. Many people have labeled me a Black Amazon. Most of the time I love that title, but sometimes I really don't. I'm kind of butch on top of it, which makes me seem really unapproachable to the very feminine and classy women I desire. And that my friends is a problem. Heather wasn't intimidated by my height or my butch status. She was a very feminine woman with a very bossy side to her. And she told me she liked to dominate butch women. Sweet. Lots of butch chicks have a thing for bossy femmes. And I'm one of them. I admit that I kind of like blonde-haired white chicks. Lots of Black lesbians have a thing for them but we seldom admit it. Heather was a nerdy white lesbian with a craving for tall Black lesbians. She has a thing for tall Black women, especially famous athletes, and her bedroom was littered with posters of everyone from Serena Williams to Lisa Leslie and Marion Jones. My bedroom is littered with posters of celebrity women I'd love to sleep with, such as Charlize Theron, Brittany Daniel and Allison Mack. Wow. I guess we really were made for each other.

Heather completely dominated me in the bedroom, folks, and that's how I liked it. She had me strip naked before her while she sat on the bed, watching me. She admired my tall and sexy Black woman's physique. Heather asked me to turn around and whistled when she saw my big Black ass. She got up and started fondling my ass. I loved the way she grabbed my ass. Lots of guys and girls have grabbed my ass over the years, especially in night clubs. Usually I smack the shit out of them but I liked having Heather handle my buns. Heather told me to bend over and I did so without hesitation. To my great surprise, she started spanking me. I turned around and smiled. Heather told me to bend over. And so I did. Face down and ass up. Heather spanked my ass with a smile on her face, telling me she always wanted to spank tall Black chicks with big butts. I kind of liked letting this nerdy white chick spank my big Black butt. It really turned me on. Heather spanked my big Black ass until it frigging turned blue. It stung but I liked it.

Heather turned me around, and spread my long, shapely legs wide open. She breathed in the scent of my hairy pussy. Luckily I used vaginal deodorant earlier. Without further ado, Heather went muff diving. At first I was tense but she told me to lie down on the bed and let her do her thing. I did just that. Heather licked my pussy like there was no tomorrow. I squealed in delight as Heather probed me with her fingers and tongue. Hot damn she was good. Later, I returned the favor by licking her neatly shaved pussy. This Black lesbian loves the taste of white women's pussy and if loving it is wrong then she doesn't want to be right. I lapped away at Heather's pussy. She ran her hands through my neatly braided Black hair and urged me to continue. I rocked her world and she climaxed violently. Afterwards, we kissed passionately and fell asleep in each other's arms. That was a sweet night. 

Heather and I continued seeing each other. Sometimes, we went to the movies together. I took her to see The Princess And The Frog. I always wanted to see that. And why shouldn't I? I'm somewhat of a Black Princess myself. We both enjoyed the movie immensely. We also saw Law Abiding Citizen, another awesome flick. We were in love, Heather and I. Two women from different backgrounds. I was the daughter of hard-working Jamaican immigrants who came to New England in the late 1970s. My father Verne Angelus is a police officer in Boston. My mother Nessa Jean Angelus is a retired schoolteacher who runs a family restaurant. My elder brother Jacob is a second-year student at Suffolk Law School. My younger brother Tobias is currently at the Police Academy in Boston. He's training to be a cop. My sweet Heather is the daughter of Irish immigrants who moved from Galway, Ireland, to Brockton, Massachusetts, in the 1980s. Her father Sean Carleton was a welder and her mother Catherine O'Shea Carleton worked as a curator for a local museum. She had one sister, Jamie, who worked as a corrections officer in Brockton. Our families were different, yet had a lot in common. Must be why we got along so well.

In the bedroom, things were intensifying. Heather and I got really comfortable with each other. I liked it when she dominated me sexually. My bossy Irish dyke knew how to handle her favorite butch Black lesbian. Heather would smack my face, pinch my tits, finger my pussy roughly and then bend me over and spank me. She absolutely loves my big round butt. Can't get enough of it. She would spank it and kiss it and practically worship it. Then she would tie me up and lick my pussy while I squirmed in delight. Heather introduced me to the joys of face sitting. She would sit on my face, grinding her pussy against my face and practically smother me while riding me. I absolutely loved it. She also introduced me to some other sexual practices. I told you she was fascinated by my big ass, right? Well, lately she's been fingering my asshole. Slipping two or even three well-lubed fingers up my asshole. It felt weird but I kind of liked it. Heather loved fingering my asshole while licking my pussy. It drove me over the edge every time. How does she know these things? She's so damn good! 

We tried a lot of fun things together. Once, Heather brought a big strap-on dildo into our bedroom for some fun. As a butch chick, I was nervous around strap-on dildos since I didn't usually let my women penetrate me with toys but Heather promised she'd be gentle with me. We playfully wrestled to decide who would wear the strap-on dildo. I'm six-foot-one by 210 pounds so I easily pinned the five-foot-ten, 170-pound cute nerd known as Heather. I held her underneath me and kissed her passionately. With her arms pinned and her legs spread while I lay on top of her, she couldn't move. I had the right to fuck her with the strap-on dildo. However, I've fucked lots of women with my strap-on dildos before. Black women. Asian women. Hispanic women. Arab women. White women. I've never been fucked before and I'm very curious about it. So I handed the strap-on dildo to Heather. She looked at me, stunned. Smiling, she kissed me passionately and told me she loved me. I held her face in my hands and told her I loved her too. Then she wore the strap-on dildo and began to dominate me in the sexy way only she could.

I knelt before Heather and sucked on her strap-on dildo. She smiled and ran her hands through my hair while I sucked her off. It felt awkward for me as a butch chick to do this for another woman. However, Heather wasn't just a femme to me. She was someone I loved. I felt no shame sucking off her dildo. When I was done, she embraced me and then told me to relax. I lay on the bed and she licked my pussy. Then she told me to get ready. I watched Heather stroke her strap-on dildo before pressing it against my pussy. She froze. This was the moment of truth. The toughest butch Black chick in Brockton was about to get fucked by a very feminine white chick with a scary-looking strap-on dildo. I nodded. Heather smiled and pushed the dildo inside of me. I gasped as she entered me. It hurt a bit, but not much. Heather asked me if I was okay. I nodded and told her to continue. I wrapped my arms around my woman as she fucked me with her strap-on dildo. I was really nervous at first but Heather was so patient with me. I kind of liked having the dildo inside my pussy. It felt good. I urged her to fuck me harder. And she did. Fucked me hard until I screamed in delight. I don't know how many times she made me cum that night. She was amazing. Afterwards, we kissed passionately. She asked me how it felt like to give up control and finally get fucked. I told her I loved it. Heather told me she loved me and we kissed again. We slept in each other's arms.

Yeah, our relationship was progressing nicely. I met her parents and she met mine. Heather's parents knew she was into women and supported her. My parents suspected I might not be straight since I never brought guys home but we didn't really discuss such matters. Jamaicans are a deeply conservative lot and they're not too fond of gays and lesbians. That's a shame because there are so many other wonderful elements in our culture. I introduced Heather to my folks as my best friend. They found her nice. Heather liked them. She keeps encouraging me to come out to them but I refuse. Heather is sweet and I love her but she doesn't realize that island folks aren't very tolerant of homosexuality. They're simply not. I know my parents love me but if they knew I was into women, they would have a fit. That's just the way they are. And there's no changing an island person's mind on certain topics. Believe me, I've tried.

Heather and I continued to have our fun together. The strap-on dildo became a regular part of our sex lives since that day. I am really into dildos now. I love it when Heather wears one and fucks me with it. I love sucking on them. I love riding them. I'm a dildo chick, it's so funny. One day, Heather asked me to try something new. Anal sex. I was understandably apprehensive. She promised me I would love it. First, she licked my pussy like there was no tomorrow then she licked and fingered my asshole before lubricating it. Afterwards, she wore the strap-on dildo. I was nervous as hell. Heather swore she'd be gentle with me. She kissed me passionately, then told me to get on all fours. I did. Face down and ass up. Heather came up behind me and spread my big butt cheeks wide open. She pressed the dildo against my asshole and pushed it inside. I held my breath as Heather's dildo pushed its way inside my asshole. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I was conflicted both physically and mentally. I told myself that exploring my submissive sexual side with my white female partner did not make any less of a strong Black woman. And I tried rationalizing to myself that letting this very feminine and sexy young woman fuck me with her dildos did not make me any less butch. 

Heather gently caressed my butt and told me to relax. I tried to relax, for her. I opened myself up to her. Heather pushed the dildo deep into my asshole. The lube helped a lot. Once it was inside, she asked me if I was okay. I said yes. Heather held my hips firmly with one hand and thrust the dildo deeper into my asshole with a smooth forward motion. I gasped when I felt the dildo filling my ass. It felt huge. Heather rubbed my pussy while fucking me in the ass with her strap-on dildo. I was wet as a puddle down there. Heather smacked my ass gently and fucked me. I felt the dildo invading my ass and it felt weirdly good. I kind of liked it. I told Heather and she laughed and said she knew I'd be into it. We changed positions. I was now lying on my back with my legs in the air. Heather spread my buns and shoved the dildo back into my asshole. At the same time, she slid two fingers into my pussy. My sexy girlfriend looked lovingly into my eyes as she fucked me. Leaning down, she kissed me passionately while shoving three fingers into my pussy and ramming my asshole with her dildo. It was unbelievably intense. I loved it. Soon I found myself squealing in delight at the incredibly sensations Heather unleashed upon my body. She fucked me hard and I came time after time. When she was done, she pulled the dildo out of my ass and kissed me passionately. I had tears in my eyes and Heather looked worried. Holding my face in her hands, she asked me if I was okay. I told my woman that they were tears of joy. We kissed passionately. 

That was our first forray into anal sex together. It wouldn't be our last. I absolutely love Heather's strap-on dildos now. I love sucking on them and riding on them. I love it when my woman fucks me with her dildos and I proudly take it in every hole. Mouth, pussy and ass. Heather and I have a fantastic sex life. No lesbian bed death for this sexy couple, folks. We keep things fresh in the bedroom. And outside the bedroom, we keep things lively and positive. We get along great, spend a lot of time together and enjoy a lot of the same things. And that's what life as a couple is all about if you ask me. I don't worry about whether certain sexual practices make me less butch or threaten my view of self as a strong Black woman anymore. Seriously. I'm a strong Black woman, a driven individual and a smart person. If I feel like being submissive in the bedroom, and my lady and I enjoy it, then it's nobody's business. I'm pretty sure I'm not the first strong Black woman in history who enjoyed getting her shapely behind spanked. And I won't be the last. Life has been good to Heather and I. We're planning on moving in together someday soon. I guess that means I'll have a certain talk with my parents. Oh, well. It had to happen someday. Wish me luck, folks. I'm going to need it.



White Women are Goddesses Ch. 03



My name is Donna Wilson. I'm a six-foot-tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed white chick living in the Meadowlands area of Ottawa in Ontario, Canada. I'm a student at Algonquin College, majoring in the field of Nursing. At least that's my day job. What I do at night is altogether different. I'm a BDSM fanatic. And I have a vested interest in Race Play, one of the most controversial aspects of BDSM. What is Race Play? Women and men engaging in games of sexual domination with a racial element to it. Lots of normal, everyday people have this fetish. But it's so politically incorrect they don't talk about it. Fulfilling these people's repressed desires is a very lucrative business. Let me walk you through a certain Dungeon where I'm the undisputed Mistress. It's a lot of fun. Walk with me.

There are many men and women working here at the Dungeon. They're folks from all walks of life. Take my friend Alisha Brown for example. She's a tall, good-looking young Black woman originally from the city of Detroit, Michigan. She moved to Ottawa, Ontario, when she was twenty years old and hasn't left the city in the five years since. She's got a bachelors degree in business from Ottawa University and works for one of the big corporations downtown, Rutgers Communications Incorporated. She's a corporate shark by day and a whip-smart dominatrix at night. And that's cool in my book. Most people have multiple sides to themselves. Alisha Brown is quite talented in a myriad of ways. She is really in demand as a dominatrix. She's good at dominating white guys with submissive desires, and the occasional white female submissive. I admire her and respect her talents. We're glad to have her here at the Dungeon.

Today, Alisha Brown is having some fun with a married couple from the suburb of Orleans. Jake and Martha Harrington. Jake is a chubby white male with red hair in his mid-fifties. He's a corporate accountant and a horny bastard who likes watching his wife Martha with other women. Martha Harrington is a chubby, fat-bottomed, dark-haired and green-eyed white woman who's also in her mid-fifties. A happily married schoolteacher and mother of three sons. She's also a first-rate slut who has a thing for bossy young Black women. Which is what brings them to the Dungeon. Presently, Martha is completely naked and she's being dominated by our lovely Mistress Alisha. Martha is on all fours, face down and ass up. Mistress Alisha is whipping the chubby middle-aged white woman with her whip and Martha is howling. Her husband Jake is sitting nearby, watching his wife getting whipped by a Black woman while stroking his cock. Apparently that turns him on. Mistress Alisha whipped Martha hard, making the chubby white woman squeal. Then she donned her strap-on dildo and began fucking her with it. Mistress Alisha grabbed Martha's hair and yanked her head back while slamming the dildo into her pussy. Martha howled while getting fucked, which really turned on her husband Jake. He stroked his dick faster. Mistress Alisha smacked Martha's big white ass while fucking her. The chubby white woman yelped. Mistress Alisha laughed and fucked her harder. She fucked Martha until the middle-aged white slut begged for mercy. Only then did Alisha released her. Afterwards, both Jake and Martha were really thankful to Mistress Alisha Brown for making their fantasies come true. It was hot. They paid us three grand for one night of pleasure, and fifty percent of this went to Mistress Alisha. Told you this was a lucrative business.

Meet Jasmine Bernard. A five-foot-ten, curvy and big-bottomed, dark-skinned and deliciously voluptuous young Black woman living in downtown Ottawa. She's a third-year student at Carleton University. The daughter of wealthy parents from the island of Saint Lucia. And she's very much the prototypical strong and accomplished Black woman routinely gracing the covers of ESPN, Black Enterprise, US Weekly, People, Essence and Maxim magazines. The top magazines in North America. And she comes from a wealthy family. Yet she's also got a very unusual fetish. Jasmine is into race play. And this strong Black woman loves to submit to bossy white women. Since that's what she craves, that's what we'll do for her. In the Dungeon, we're all about making your fantasies come true. Just tell us what you want, submit to a health screening and a background check and if all goes well, have your check book ready. Those are the rules.

Presently, I'm in the control tower watching Jasmine Bernard interact with one of our top mistresses, Selena Silverman. Selena is a tall, red-haired and green-eyed young woman hailing from the Republic of South Africa.

She's new to North America and has many socio-political views which many would consider to be backwards in today's society. She's learned to hide her controversial views but sometimes, a little bit of her cold self slips out. Well, we found a place for her here. She's perfect for what our newest client Jasmine Bernard seems to crave. Jasmine Bernard is a strong Black woman who is sexually turned on by the idea of submitting to a white woman. Well, Selena Silverman is a wealthy white woman from South Africa who grew up in a troubled time when racial domination ideas prevailed. And she is both attracted and repelled by the strong Black women of America. The prospect of dominating one thrills her. These two were made for each other. 

The interactions were fairly interesting. I love watching people get into character. Selena Silverman has really gone the extra mile. She wore the kind of stylish dress once worn by fashionable women during the glory days of the Old South, in the 1840s. Wow. She looked like a plantation mistress. As for Jasmine Bernard, she wore a Black and white maid's uniform. And she knelt before the seated Mistress Selena, massaging her feet. Wow.

It's almost as if one has stepped back in time. In her right hand, Mistress Selena held a whip. In her left hand, she held a lit cigarette. She looked devilishly sexy and bossy as hell. Every bit the southern plantation mistress. And Jasmine played the role of the Black female slave to the max. Amazing. After Jasmine got done massaging Selena's feet, she started sucking on her toes. 

I got so turned on by what I saw that I started fingering my pussy. I was already wet. I like watching hot lesbian action but white chicks sleeping with Black chicks is something I find simply irresistible. Jasmine Bernard was done with Selena Silverman's toes and was now lapping away at her pussy like there was no tomorrow. I was really surprised that this supposedly strong Black woman, the daughter of wealthy parents, was so eager to get on her knees before a white woman. Especially a cruel and sadistic white woman who grew up in the Republic of South Africa. Selena grabbed Jasmine's neck and urged her to lick her pussy. Selena Silverman berated Jasmine Bernard while she licked her pussy. Man, this white chick from South Africa took to dominating Black women like a cat takes to hunting mice. She's a natural at the race play game. I think we're going to have to hire her permanently.

After Selena Silverman got her pussy polished by Jasmine Bernard's agile tongue, she stepped things up a notch.

The white mistress put the Black female submissive on all fours and began spanking her. Jasmine yelped as her big Black ass got spanked by a dominant white chick. Selena laughed and spanked her harder. This tall and sexy white woman from the Republic of South Africa was really enjoying this. Dominating a strong Black woman seemed to come natural to her. I must look into this. Most of our white mistresses who deal with Black, Hispanic and Asian submissive types who dabble into race play aren't as talented. Selena fucked the hell out of Jasmine. She took out her strap-on dildo and spread Jasmine's big butt cheeks wide open. She didn't even bother with the Black chick's pussy. Went straight for her ass. She pushed the dildo into Jasmine's asshole and began fucking her. Jasmine yelped in pain as the dildo filled her ass. Selena gripped Jasmine's wide hips and thrust the dildo deep into her asshole. The Black chick howled as she got fucked in the ass by the bossy white woman.

I don't know why she was howling. It's what she wanted. And what she wanted, we provided. After fucking the Black woman's asshole with her dildo, Selena pissed all over Jasmine and made her drink it. Then Jasmine licked Selena's feet and thanked her for her time. A tall and beautiful, wealthy and accomplished Black female professional who willingly and completely submitted herself to a dominant white female in the year 2009. It was a rare and beautiful sight. It made me cum.

Yeah, we meet all kinds of fascinating men and women here at the Dungeon. Black, Hispanic, Caucasian, Asian, Middle-Eastern and Aboriginal. We cater to their unique needs and take care of them. As long as they pass our tests and can afford our services. We don't just accept anybody as a client of the Dungeon, you know. I had so much fun that night. Our mistresses were in top form. Dominating their submissives with the utmost excellence. It's a lot of fun. I run this show and it's quite cool. Maybe someday I'll see some of you at the Dungeon someday. 



White Women are Goddesses Ch. 04



My name is Krystal White. I'm a six-foot-tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed, somewhat chubby and big-bottomed but still sexy Irishwoman living in the city of Ottawa, Canada. I'm a second-year student at Ottawa University, majoring in psychology. Life has been busy these days. However, I make time for that which matters. Like my relationship. I'm dating a tall, dark and handsome young man named James Tarn Akili. J.T. to his friends. He's part African and part Hispanic. His father Henry Akili is from the Republic of Liberia in Africa. He works as a police officer with the Ontario Police Service. His mother Lisa Vasquez is of Puerto Rican descent. She's a professor of business at Algonquin College. His unique good looks reflect his dual heritage. 

I just love how sexy James looks. He could be a model if he wanted to. A fine-looking stud with light brown skin, curly black hair and light gray eyes. He goes to Carleton University. We met while reaching for the same croissant at Second Cup, a restaurant in downtown Ottawa. It was love at first sight. I'm not ashamed to say that I'm definitely in love with a black man. He's charming, smart and sexy. He treats me really well. Oh, and he's absolutely fantastic in bed. The guy does things to my body that I didn't even know were possible. I think he's definitely a keeper. He's met my folks and although they had some reservations about interracial dating, I told them that if they said anything bad to him or about him, I'd raise all kinds of hell. My family knows what kind of bitch I can be so they left him alone. I love my man. We're going to be together no matter what. Believe it.

Lately, though, I've been getting a lot of nasty looks and comments from black women whenever they see me with James. What the fuck? It's 2009. Canada's Governor-General is a black woman. The President of the United States is a black man. My hometown's police chief is a black man. My best friend Ashley Lee is half black and half Asian. And she's going out with a Native American guy named Joel, of the Navajo Nation. We live in a multicultural society in North America. Why can't people get over their bigotry? A lot of white guys don't like seeing pretty white women like myself with black men. To hell with them. I can handle the white guys when they get out of line upon seeing me with my beloved James. It's the angry black women who often take me by surprise. I've lived in racially diverse towns my whole life. When I lived in the United States, I resided in the city of Detroit, Michigan. I've always had a thing for tall, good-looking young black men. I find them so sexy and manly. Black guys truly know they're men. And they've got a lot of masculine power and confidence about themselves. Women of all races can tell. White guys for the most part walk without swagger and seem barely aware of their masculinity. I don't get pissed when I see a black woman with a white guy. It's none of my business. So why do black women and white guys get mad when they see me, a white chick, with a black man? Bunch of hypocrites.

I've talked to James about it and he finds it funny. He told me that while he lived in Boston, Massachusetts, he was fascinated by the beautiful and confident black women he saw walking around the city. The USA has far more people of African descent than Canada does. It's normal for James as a black man to be curious about the black women he encountered in the States. I wasn't bothered when he told me. However, what he said next saddened me. He told me that America's black women were very hostile to him as a black man. I was stunned. How could that be? James is a tall, good-looking black man with a college education, a solid family and a lot of charm. Why would any woman, especially a black woman, walk away from a guy like him? These black women in America must be crazy. Canadian women are definitely smarter. We know that good-looking, educated men are in short supply these days so we grab them when we find them. Black women in America think they're too good for the few good-looking, educated black men who actually want to be with them. Must be why so many of these black women in America end up bitter and alone. Black men didn't stop wanting black women in America. Too many black women stopped wanting black men. Can you really blame black men for dating outside their race in their search for love?

I'm so grateful that James is in my life. He's amazing. Presently, he's visiting his grandparents Jean and Rita Akili in the beautiful Republic of Liberia. I wanted to go with him but he insisted he had to go alone. I can respect that. While he's away, I'm having some fun. You see, I'm not just a student at Ottawa University and James beloved future wife. I'm also a whip-smart dominatrix at this place called the Dungeon. It caters to the needs of women and men with an interest in race play. What is race play? One of the most fascinating and controversial aspects of the wild and kinky world of BDSM. Sexual domination with a racial element in it. I love it. I really, really do. Tonight, I'm going to have a lot of fun playing the role of white plantation mistress to fulfill a black couple's interracial submission fantasies. It's going to be awesome.

I met the couple, Jerome and Anita Brown. An African-american couple with a lot of money. They hail from the city of Atlanta, Georgia, and are vacationing in Ottawa while visiting some friends in the suburb of Orleans. I was happy to make their fantasy come true. Jerome Brown was a tall and muscular, light-skinned black man in his mid-forties. His wife Anita was around six feet tall, heavyset and big-bottomed, with really dark skin and long black hair. She appeared to be in her late thirties. They told me what they wanted. Anita Brown was bisexual and had a thing for bossy younger white women. Especially blondes. I smiled when she said that. The Dungeon's top people did some research on them. Jerome Brown was a civil engineer in Atlanta. He was educated at Georgia Tech and makes good money. His wife Anita used to be a welfare case until she met him. I think their fantasy is right up my alley because I love dominating black women. Why? Simply because black women frustrate and anger me. They royally piss me off sometimes. I love black men, though. Funny, right? Jerome Brown said he would watch while his wife Anita Brown submitted to me. I was okay with that. I promised the sexy older black gentleman a show he wouldn't forget. Anita looked nervous. I smiled at her and promised her a good time. She smiled back. The slut had no idea how tough I would get on her case. She's in for one hell of a surprise.

I quickly got into character. I was the dominant white mistress of the southern plantation and Anita Brown was my slave. My black female slave. I ordered Anita Brown to get naked. She did. I admired her body. Ugh. Big tits. Big butt. Wide hips. Fake hair. Bad teeth. Nice. I told her she was an ugly slut and a filthy ghetto whore. I told her that she was an ugly black slut and that I was her white goddess, the ideal of feminine beauty. Upon hearing all that, Anita's eyes widened. Clearly, this rich black woman from Atlanta wasn't used to being talked to this way. I laughed and smacked her hard across the face. That's what she gets for not complying with my orders. Jerome Brown gasped when he saw his bossy black wife get smacked by a prissy white woman. I could tell he was turned on. I smiled at him and ordered Anita to kneel before me. Without hesitation, the big black woman did as she was told. I told Anita to suck on my toes. Amazingly, she did. She fastened her lips around my toes and started sucking like her life depended on it. I smiled at Jerome, who was stroking his big black cock while watching us. Oh, yeah. He was loving the show. 

When Anita finished sucking my toes, I ordered her to spread her legs. I began fingering her pussy. She smiled, starting to like it. I smacked her face again and she quit smiling. Good. I made her get on all fours, face down and ass up. I've always wanted to spank a big black woman's gigantic ass. I started spanking Anita's ass with my hands and she yelped. I got a better idea. I grabbed a wooden paddle and began spanking her huge black ass with it. Anita's yelps turned into howls. They were music to my ears. Watching the big black woman's big butt cheeks jiggle under the force of my paddle's whacks turned me on like you would not believe. My pussy was wet as a puddle. I was really getting into it. Reducing this big and tall, wealthy black woman to a submissive slut right in front of her husband felt wonderfully empowering. Jerome loved it. He looked just about ready to cum. I decided to really give him a show. I fetched my strap-on dildo and told Anita I was going to fuck her with it. The big black woman's eyes widened. Oh, yeah. I'm going to fuck her. And so I did.

I spread Anita's plump ass cheeks wide open. The big black woman seemed really scared to have anything up her ass. I slid one finger up her ass, then two. The first thing I noticed was how warm and tight her asshole felt around my fingers. The second thing I noticed was that she was definitely no anal virgin. I spanked Anita's ass. She's such a fucking slut. I pressed the dildo against her asshole and pushed it inside. Anita's scream was a sound I would never forget. Sweet musical sound it was. I gripped her hips tightly and shoved the dildo up her ass. Jerome was so turned on by what he saw and heard that he came. I winked at him and gave him the thumb up. I should have known lots of black men would get turned on by the sight of an unruly black female getting tamed by a bossy white woman. I spanked Anita's big black ass while fucking her up the butt with my strap-on dildo. I grabbed a handful of Anita's long black hair and pulled on it. I was stunned when the hair suddenly came off. Oh, man. I sometimes forget that a lot of black women wear fake hair. Anita's weave actually came off! Anita looked embarassed. I laughed so hard I almost pissed myself. Her husband Jerome was so turned on he came. Jets of hot cum spewed out of his big black cock. I smiled at him. Glad he's having a good time. I slammed my dildo up Anita's asshole like anal sex was going out of style. The big black woman howled as her tight asshole got stretched by my massive dildo.

I flipped her on her back in order to look into her face while fucking her ass with my strap-on dildo. I plunged the dildo into her ass. Anita's eyes went wide. I laughed and smacked her face hard. She blinked in surprise. I shoved my hand into her pussy, giving her a taste of the ancient art of fisting. Anita opened her mouth wide in shock as my fist filled her pussy. But no sounds came out. She was too stunned. I spat into her face and smacked her, then leaned closer to bury my dildo deeper into her asshole. Jerome watched us with interest as I took his wife on the ride of her life. I fisted Anita's pussy furiously while drilling my dildo into her asshole. I looked into the big black woman's eyes and saw her moment of surrender. I smiled victoriously. So she's finally given up. Anita opened her mouth to beg for mercy. I smiled and nodded. Then I removed the dildo from her asshole and pulled my hand out of her pussy. I stood over, and let loose a jet of urine. That's right. This white mistress just pissed all over a black woman. And amazingly, Anita drank it all up. Her husband Jerome came for the third or fourth time that night. Clearly he had about as much fun as I did. Good.

A little while later, Jerome and Anita Brown left the Dungeon. Anita thanked me for a wonderful experience and said I was the best dominatrix she'd ever been with. I smiled and nodded. I collected my fee, which was eighteen hundred dollars. Half of what the Dungeon makes per client every night. I returned to my dorm and fell asleep with a smile on my face. Tomorrow I'm going to the airport to pick up James. My beloved is returning home from the Republic of Liberia. I've missed him so much. His cute face, sexy body and gigantic, uncircumcised black dick. I want to feel that uniquely strong and long dick of his in my mouth, pussy and asshole. That's right. I take it in every hole. Like every real woman should if she loves her guy. I love my man. I've decorated the apartment and ordered Chinese food. I've got everything ready for a special welcome. Food, candles, gifts, sex toys, lubricant and condoms. That's the way a woman in love greets her special man after a long trip. If more black women treated their men half as good as I treat my favorite black stud, they'd be happier women. I've got James and he's got me. His devoted, loving and wonderfully kinky wife-to-be. We're in love.



White Women are Goddesses Ch. 05



Being a Black chick with a penchant for bossy older White women hasn't made my life easy. Especially since I was raised to be a strong Black woman. However, I wouldn't have it any other way. My name is Soraya Montgomery. I'm a six-foot-tall, somewhat chubby and big-bottomed yet still very sexy, dark-skinned young Black woman living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm twenty years old and attend Carleton University, where I major in business administration. My father Samuel Montgomery is a police officer in our hometown of Orleans. My mother Elisabeth Jean Montgomery is a schoolteacher. My older brother Lawrence Montgomery is a Constable with the RCMP. I come from a loving, normal family. They would be stunned to know about my most forbidden fantasies. That's why I keep my sex life private.

Today, I'm visiting my lover Catherine O'Dell. She's a five-foot-ten, good-looking and athletic woman with long blonde hair, icy blue eyes and alabaster skin. An Irishwoman through and true. She teaches business at Carleton University. And she's also openly gay. I went after her and she's the one who ended up seducing me. We've been seeing each other for three months now. Catherine is one of the kinkiest women I've ever met. And at forty three, she's sexier than half the women on campus. Catherine has been involved in the BDSM lifestyle for over twenty years. We have a lot of fun together behind closed doors. I'm very much into BDSM and she's got a lot to teach me. That's okay because I'm eager to learn. My tolerance for emotional and physical pain is extraordinary. And Catherine loves to push my limits. It's one of the many things I like about her.

Catherine and I are experimenting with something called Race Play. One of the most controversial aspects of BDSM. Basically, it's sexual domination between men and women with a racial element involved. Many people are into race play. Such as the wealthy White couple that invites a handsome Black stud to fuck the White wife in front of the husband. Interracial cuckold fantasies are common among White couples in suburbia. Lots of race play fantasies involve Black dominants and White submissives. Like the dominant Black mistress who whips wealthy White males into submission. Or the hunky Black stud who fucks some horny White housewife and dominates her in the bedroom. The other side of race play isn't so popular. Especially since it involves Black submissives and White dominants. I know lots of submissive Black folks in the world of BDSM. My friend Jonathan Barrymore is a tall, burly Black man who works as a fireman in downtown Ottawa. He's married to a beautiful Black woman named Marisa and they have two sons together. However, he's also got a secret life. He's into race play and seeks dominant White females online. He recently hooked up with one, a six-foot-tall, statuesque blonde chick named Mistress Maggie Watson.

Maggie Watson and Jonathan Barrymore have been seeing each other for some time. He loves his wife and sons but Maggie provides him with something he can't get anywhere else. He's a burly Black man who likes to be completely dominated. His wife Marisa isn't kinky so she can't satisfy that side of him. When he feels freaky, he comes to Maggie. Mistress Maggie is married to a wealthy Jewish accountant named Joel Finkelstein who's got no idea his darling wife is a whip-smart dominatrix with a strong desire to sexually dominate Black men. They're both secretive and lustful. They were made for each other. Jonathan told me how Maggie tied him up while whipping him and berating him ceaselessly. After smacking him and spanking him, she donned her strap-on dildo and fucked him with it. The big Black man squealed like a little bitch as the bossy White woman shoved a dildo up his ass. Face down and ass up, that's how she fucked him. Maggie whipped Jonathan even as she rammed the dildo up his ass. She made him her own personal bitch. Maggie loves to dominate Black men. She gets off on it. She likes to whip them, berate them and then sodomize them with her strap-on dildo. This White chick is dominant to the extreme. And she was exactly what Jonathan needed. To each their own, I guess.

Anyhow, back to my story. I went to Catherine's house for some fun and we had a memorable session. Catherine and I have always dabbled in some hot stuff but that night, she really pushed the envelope. And I absolutely loved it. That night, she dressed like a White female plantation owner of the Old South and made me wear a Black and White maid's uniform. Standard dress for a Black female slave of the time. Especially if she was a house slave instead of a field slave. I relished this aspect of our role playing games. Catherine summoned me to her bedchambers where she sat upon the bed. In her hand she held a long Black leather whip. I knelt before her and waited for her orders. Mistress Catherine ordered me to suck on her toes. One at a time. I did as I was told. Mistress Catherine smiled as she watched me suck her toes. This bossy older White woman has a thing for Black women. She never thought she'd find a submissive Black female among all the loud, opinionated and wildly assertive young Black women of the inner city. Well, I'm a strong Black woman who doesn't mind kneeling before a bossy White woman and doing everything she tells me, but only in the privacy of the bedroom. When out on the streets, I'm a really tough sister to deal with.

After I got done sucking her toes, Mistress Catherine spread her shapely thighs and ordered me to lick her pussy. I love licking my Mistress sweet pussy. I'm a Black lesbian who's addicted to White women's pussies and if loving them is wrong then I don't want to be right. I lapped away at Mistress Catherine sweet pussy like my life depended on it. Mistress Catherine lay back on the bed and relaxed, enjoying what I was doing to her. I licked and fingered her pussy until she came. Mistress Catherine screamed in delight as I made her cum. I licked her precious girly cum, tasting her sweet essence. When I finished, Mistress Catherine ordered me to get on all fours. Face down and ass up. I did as I was told, assuming the position. Mistress Catherine grinned and began spanking my butt. It hurt a bit but I liked it. Mistress Catherine fingered my pussy while spanking my ass. I loved it. She fetched her strap-on dildo and told me she was going to fuck me. I grinned and looked at my Mistress adoringly. This was going to be fun.

Mistress Catherine put on her strap-on dildo and started taking me with it. She teased me by rubbing it against my pussy without pushing it all the way in. I begged her to fuck me. Mistress Catherine laughed and spanked my big Black ass while ramming the dildo into my pussy. I felt her dildo fill my pussy and it was an awesome feeling. Mistress Catherine grabbed my hips as she slammed her dildo up my pussy. I loved it. We went at it like this for a while, then switched things up a bit. Mistress Catherine told me she wanted to fuck me in the ass. I was okay with that. She spread my big Black butt cheeks wide open and pressed the dildo against my asshole. With a swift thrust, she went inside. I gasped as I felt Mistress Catherine's huge dildo up my asshole. I've been fucked in the ass before but Mistress Catherine's dildo felt really huge up my ass. Mistress Catherine spanked my big ass while fucking me up the booty. I loved the way her dildo stretched my asshole. I screamed in forbidden pleasure mixed with sweet pain. Mistress Catherine berated me while fucking me. She called me a ghetto slut, a useless Black whore and a lousy Black bitch while thrusting the dildo deep into my ass. Her insults turned me on even more. I fingered my pussy as she fucked me in the ass. It was awesome. She fucked me until I begged for mercy. Made me cum time and again that night. I loved every minute of it. 

Mistress Catherine and I have some truly wonderful times together. What a pair we make. A white female university professor who dabbles in BDSM in her spare time and also has an affair with her sexy black female student. Oh, and they're into some really kinky albeit politically incorrect and controversial brand of sensual role playing. And that's exactly how we like it. I am a strong black woman from a well-to-do family living in the racially diverse and progressive city of Ottawa in Ontario. And I like to get spanked and completely dominated by bossy mature white women. What can I say? It's what makes my pussy wet. Just the way I get down. Sorry if that makes some of you people uncomfortable. Not that I really care. It's my life. 



White Women are Goddesses Ch. 06



The name is Lucinda Watson. A six-foot-two, lean and muscular Anglo-Saxon woman with long blonde hair, alabaster skin and pale gray eyes. I was born and raised in the city of Johannesburgh in the beautiful Republic of South Africa. For many years I was a police officer, until the country irrevocably changed in the mid-1990s and I promptly left. I moved to the United States of America. The city of Boston, Massachusetts, became my new home. South Africa in its current form didn't truly appeal to me anymore. I missed the good old days. They were a lot of fun for me in my old job. And a lot simpler too. 

I simply couldn't see myself adapting to the new ways of the Republic. I don't like having my authority questioned, especially by folks who are radically different from me in both mindset and appearance. So I had to leave. In the United States of America, I found a most unusual calling which appealed to me. I became a professional Dominatrix. And not just any Dominatrix. One specializing in the sensitive yet kinky area of sexual domination with racial elements involved. Call it Race Play if you will. It's right up my alley. A very lucrative business which I enjoy.

Being a dominant White female from the Republic of South Africa has given me a certain appeal and magnetism in the eyes of these diverse and supposedly post-racial Americans. My height, beauty and stern, pitiless personality attracts them in droves. I like to dominate other people, in and out of bed. Especially people of color. That's not politically correct to say in North America but I know it turns on a lot of people. I meet a lot of submissive folks online. From hunky Japanese businessmen to feisty Black female executives, gorgeous Hispanic models and even a macho Black stud or two. They all secretly like the idea of a dominant White mistress in the bedroom. And that's more than okay by me because I absolutely refuse to submit to anyone. It's just not who I am. That's not negotiable. I wouldn't do it for all the money in the world. The South African in me simply won't allow it. Do you understand? Cool.

Today, I'm dominating two sexy Black lesbians. One is tall and light-skinned, muscular and rather butch-looking with her short hair and tomboyish appearance. Her name is Maria Pastor. The other is shorter, slim and somewhat plain, with very dark skin. Her name is Sherry Jensen. They've been together for a year and they're both into dominant mature White women. I guess they came to the right place. White women don't get any more dominant than this one. I sat in my living room with Sherry and Maria, and they explained their fantasies to me. Maria, the butch chick, was not the dominant half of the pair as she'd like everyone to believe. Rather, the darker chick, Sherry, through her shrill voice and whining/manipulation controlled Maria. I found that an interesting fact. No matter where I go, I find that most butch girls are really their more feminine girlfriend's own personal bitch. That made me smile. I told them the rules of the game and answered their questions. We would all play naked, of course. Without further ado, we began.

I played the role of the dominant White goddess while Maria and Sherry played the roles of my worshipers and sex slaves. I relished the thought of dominating two Black women at the same time. Especially two sexy Black women from North America. Black women in North America are so different from their sisters in South Africa. They're feistier, stronger and more defiant. This makes them more fun to dominate. And these two looked rather hot. For such a butch-looking chick in masculine attire ( and demeanor) Maria certainly had big tits and a really nice, heart-shaped ass. Sherry wasn't bad-looking either. Her slim body was curvy where it counted. I ordered them to get on their knees. One of my two 'slaves', Maria the butch broad, started giving me an attitude problem. I expected something of the kind from Sherry since she was the whiny, manipulative half of the pair. Maria's attempt at rebellion caught me by surprise since I knew most butch lesbian chicks only looked and acted tough. Deep down, they're submissive wenches. I walked up to the short-haired, light-skinned Black gay woman. And I smacked her hard across the face. That's what this Black slut gets for questioning me, a strong White woman. Maria rubbed her face with her hand and blinked at me in surprise. I smiled wickedly at her and told her that in my house, I made the rules. No one, especially some fake butch Black chick, could question me and get away with it. Maria nodded slowly. Her partner Sherry watched the whole exchange between us, fascinated. I could tell that she was turned on.

Living in the Republic of South Africa taught me a lot about all kinds of Black women and their view of self. For example, what you won't read anywhere in politically correct America is the fact that dark-skinned Black women and light-skinned Black women hate each other's guts with a passion. Light-skinned Black women think they're more beautiful than their darker-skinned sisters. And society apparently agrees. Most of the more successful Black actresses in Hollywood tend to be light-skinned Black women. Along with the better-known models and singers. Yeah, I knew about this full and well. Sherry Jensen, just like any self-respecting dark-skinned Black woman clearly hated light-skinned Black women. However, she chose to date one. We're clearly dealing with damaged self-esteem issues and a love-hate thing here. Sherry Jensen was turned on by the sight of a dominant White woman putting an arrogant light-skinned Black woman in her place. For ages, dark-skinned Black folks have thought that White people liked light-skinned Black folks better. The truth is that whether an individual is light-skinned or dark-skinned makes little difference in the minds of White folks anywhere, as long as he or she is Black. That's the truth, folks. Black is Black. Lighter or darker makes very little difference. Don't you dare ask any American, though. They won't tell you the truth. Ask a White lady of South African descent like myself.

I sat on my throne-like chair, naked as a jay bird. Maria and Sherry knelt before me and busied themselves sucking on my toes. Watching these two sexy Black women kneeling before me and sucking my creamy White toes turned me on like you would not believe. In my left hand I held a cigarette. In my right hand I gripped a long Black leather whip. Believe it or not, I've had it for ages and I put it to good use in my old life. In both professional and personal aspects. Oh, yeah. Never let it be said that I don't know how to have fun. And this I do regardless of where I am in the world or where I happen to be. It's my way. Anyhow, that's just how I roll. Maria and Sherry finished polishing my toes with their tongues. I ordered them to rise before me so I could inspect their bodies. They did. I grabbed Maria's big, soft-looking tits and gave them a good pinch. She yelped in surprise. I smacked her again. Did I give this butch slut permission to speak? No, I don't recall doing so. I expected her to keep her stupid mouth shut unless spoken to. I went between her legs and fingered her pussy.

Again she gasped. I knew why. A lot of butch lesbians, especially the Stone Butch type, don't like to be touched genitally. Well, too bad for Maria. I'm the dominant White goddess and I do as I please. I don't have to explain myself to anyone, least of all some pretentious butch Black slut.

Sherry watched as I explored her lover's body. Watching me touching Maria was turning her on. I thought of a delightful punishment for both of them. I ordered Maria to get on all fours, face down and ass up. She did. I handed Sherry the business end of my six-foot-long, two-inch thick Black leather whip. As she looked askance at me, I ordered her to fuck Maria with it. Maria seemed really surprised. I rose my hand as if to smack her face again and smiled with satisfaction as the butch Black slut flinched in anticipation of the blow. A blow which never came. She assumed the position and opened herself up to Sherry's probing. Sherry inserted the end of the whip into Maria's pussy and began fucking her. Maria gasped as Sherry penetrated her with the whip's end. I smacked Maria for being such a whiny bitch. See what I told you about butch chicks being all for show and having no true grit? I fingered myself while watching Sherry fuck her butch girlfriend Maria with the whip. It was a delightfully twisted scene. Turned me on like you would not believe. I grabbed my strap-on dildo from my purse and put it on. I just thought of a very kinky and effective way of silencing Maria's whining. I made her suck on my dildo as she got fucked by Sherry. Maria's eyes went wide as my dildo filled her mouth. I grabbed her short hair and smacked her face. Take that, you butch slut!

Sherry smiled as she watched me smack her butch girlfriend around. I reached over and pinched Sherry's tits. She yelped. I smiled wickedly. Never forget that the White goddess is a cruel mistress. We continued our games. Sherry and I joined forces to take Maria to the edge. I had the butch slut on all fours, face down and ass up as I fucked her with my strap-on dildo. Since Sherry had already given her pussy a workout with the whip, I decided to fuck her ass. I spread Maria's shapely ass cheeks wide open and pressed my dildo against her asshole. With a swift thrust I entered her. Maria started whining the moment I penetrated her ass with my dildo. Luckily, Sherry silenced her by giving her a juicy pussy to lick. I smacked Maria's ass while fucking it. The butch Black lesbian slut had a juicy bubble butt. I loved the way it bounced as I fucked her. Nice. Sherry winked at me while watching me fuck Maria. Who does this Black slut think she is? My co-mistress? Hell no! I switched things around. Without removing my dildo from Maria's asshole, I pulled Sherry in front of me. I thrust two fingers into Sherry's pussy, then a third and a fourth. Just like that, I started fisting her. Sherry howled as I took her to the edge. I laughed, loving the sounds she made. That's what she gets for daring to think she could ever be my friend. She's not my friend, or my equal. I'm the mistress and she's my slave. End of story.

I fisted Sherry's cunt while slamming my dildo deep inside Maria's asshole. Until they both begged me for mercy. Only then did I relent. I dominated the hell out of these two Black American sluts. It didn't matter that one was butch and the other was femme. It also made no difference to me that one was light-skinned and the other was dark-skinned. I love dominating Black sluts. Doesn't matter what shade they are. I've been doing it all my life. Ever since my early days as an out and proud Anglo-Saxon lesbian in South Africa. Dominating Black bitches comes natural to me, and I am good at it. Maria and Sherry were stunned by my erotic talents. What can I say? I'm good at what I do. Made them scream and cum more times than any of us counted. Afterwards, I told them to get the hell out of my house since I couldn't stomach the sight of them once I had my fun. And just like the bitches I knew they were all along, they got dressed and left. I took a steamy hot shower to remove the scent and fluids of these horny Black bitches from my creamy white body. Afterwards, I went to bed. I'm quite satisfied with the way my day went. How about you?



White Women are Goddesses Ch. 07



The name is Eden White. I'm a six-foot-two, red-haired and green-eyed, kind of chubby and big-bottomed white chick living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm a BDSM fanatic. There, I said it. Currently, I'm in therapy. I'm sitting in the office of Dr. Carol Brown, a tall, regal black woman in her early forties. She's simply beautiful. A graduate of Spelman College and Howard University. One of the most sought-after psychiatrists in the city. I've been seeing this lovely shrink for some time. And she's helping me get over my domination and submission fantasies. You see, I'm addicted to Race Play. What is Race Play? A sexual fetish involving domination between women and men with racial elements involved. I'm addicted to it. I read about it. I practice it. I revere it. It's started to interfere with my work and my life. So I landed in therapy to cure myself of this addiction once and for all.

I told Dr. Carol Brown about my latest adventures. I'm a student at Invictus College, a historically black private school located in the heart of Boston. Founded in 1972 by civil rights activists and wealthy philanthropists, the school recently celebrated its thirty seventh year. The school has sixteen thousand students, fifty six percent of whom are of African-American descent. It offers associates, bachelors, masters and doctorates in more than sixty fields. Invictus College recently opened its brand-new Law School, named after United States President Barack Obama. Its School of Engineering is named after Benjamin Banneker, the famous African-American inventor who developed the first clock built in the United States of America. The school of business is named after Earl Graves, founder of the business magazine Black Enterprise. The school has a rich history and it's also the place where members of the African-American middle class in New England like to send their sons and daughters for higher education. I like it because it's quaint. I grew up in Brockton, a small New England town where minorities are now the majority. I like living in a racially diverse environment. Diversity is here to stay in America. The old days are over. Get used to it. I decided to make Invictus College my home. And so it became home away from home. I joined the women's volleyball team and busied myself with academia and my favorite sport.

Invictus College is an athletic powerhouse, fielding men's intercollegiate sports teams in baseball, basketball, cross country, soccer, swimming, track & field, football, golf, tennis and wrestling along with women's intercollegiate sports teams in softball, basketball, cross country, soccer, track & field, swimming, field hockey, golf, tennis, volleyball and cycling. We compete in the NCAA Division One. I like being a part of the women's volleyball team. The Invictus College women's volleyball team is quite diverse, with three white females, nine black females, four Asian girls, two Arab-American women and three Hispanic chicks. I like it. The team's captain, Julia Brownstone, is a tall, beautiful young black woman. I had such a crush on her. She was cute and friendly, but she was also hopelessly heterosexual. She was going out with a tall, handsome young black man named James Tyrone Marshall. First-string quarterback of the Invictus College men's varsity football team. He's heading for the National Football League draft in 2010 and he's sure to be a first-round draft pick. They were the perfect couple in many ways. I envied them. I'm a bisexual Irishwoman on a campus full of gorgeous black women and hunky black men. And I'm very much attracted to both black women and black men. Yet many of them see me as a white chick with jungle fever syndrome rather than a potential partner. That really sucks.

Dr. Carol Brown took notes as I told her all of this. Not for the first time I noted what an attractive woman she was. She is so hot. I've always had a thing for sexy older black women. Growing up, my bedroom was filled with posters of Pam Grier, Alicia Keys, Serena Williams, Queen Latifah, Lisaraye McCoy, Janet Jackson, Sommore, Whitney Houston and many others. Being a white chick who longs to be dominated by bossy black women hasn't made my life easy. Most of my friends, both black and white, simply think I'm weird. Hell, Dr. Carol Brown probably thinks I'm weird too. She's got the perfect life. I know because I checked up on her before coming into her office. She's married to a handsome African-American lawyer named Jonathan Henderson. They have two sons and a daughter together. Their sons Jeremiah and Andrew attend the Massachusetts Maritime Academy. Their daughter Myra attends Pine Manor College. They're members of the fast-growing African-American middle class right here in Boston. And they lead interesting lives. I envied Dr. Carol Brown. Especially when I looked at pictures of her family in her office.

My family isn't the most stable. My father, Pierce White is a cab driver who loves to drink and chase loose women. My mother Mary Johnson White is a schoolteacher more concerned with her husband's infidelities than the welfare of her only daughter, me. I grew up in a truly dysfunctional household. Who says all the Irish are lucky? I don't know but my messy family situation probably has influenced me in a lot of ways. It's probably why I'm so twisted sexually. I can't get off without pain. I recalled learning the art of submission at the feet of a burly black man named Jorge Stone. He's a brutal master of BDSM if there ever was one. He's beaten me with his belt, spanked my big white ass and pulled my hair while berating me and calling me a useless white slut. And the sad thing is that I got off on being sexually dominated by a dominant black man who found chubby white women to be useless whores. I sucked his dick and he fucked me. He shoved that big black dick of his up my ass and pussy. In that exact order. I liked being treated like a useless fat white whore by this dominant black male. Yeah, I'm a chubby white who loves the feel of a big black cock up her fat white ass. Especially if he's going to cum in my ass after drilling my asshole with his magnificent black cock. I'm a black cock worshiper. If you don't like it, you can kiss my fat white ass!

Yeah, I guess you could say my sexual desires are kind of strange. I am very submissive around sexy black men and gorgeous black women I happen to be fond of. I can also flip the script and turn dominant when I want to. Or when I'm requested to be by someone I like. I remember this sexy black guy named Jimmy Nelson who asked me to dominate him. I whipped him and spanked his ass while berating him and calling him names I won't write here. All of this I did with his consent, just so you know. I donned my strap-on dildo and fucked him with it. I just bent Jimmy Nelson over and spread his ass cheeks before shoving my dildo up his ass. That's quite a twist on the whole interracial fantasy thing, isn't it? A white chick fucking a black man in the ass with a thick strap-on dildo. Now you've seen just about everything! I pumped that dildo up Jimmy Nelson's ass and made the sexy black stud scream. I rammed it up his ass. Made him howl in pain mixed with pleasure. That's what he gets for having such a sexy ass. Yeah, I'm okay with dominating and being dominated by sexy black men and gorgeous black women. I don't discriminate. I love to fuck and be fucked.

All this I told Dr. Carol Brown. The sexy black female doctor looked feverish as I told her about my exploits with some of my fellow students at Invictus College. I looked at her and she looked at me. I asked the good doctor what she thought of what I told her. Dr. Carol Brown told me she found me fascinating. There was something different about her voice and the way she looked at me. What the hell was going on here? If I didn't know any better, I swear the good doctor was checking me out! Could it be? Maybe this sexy mature black woman wanted some of my white pussy? I smiled at Dr. Carol Brown and told her I'd like to show her something. I got up and started undressing. Dr. Carol looked terrified. She didn't ask me to stop, though. Soon I stood naked before her. The big and tall, big-bottomed white chick with the sexual addiction standing before the gorgeous, wealthy and self-assured black female psychiatrist. What a contrast! I asked Dr. Carol if I turned her on. The nervous woman nodded. I smiled and asked her what she wanted from me. She looked at me nervously and told me she was fascinated by my Race Play fantasies...and wanted to explore them. I was shocked. Wow. I didn't see that one coming. I quickly assessed the situation and saw an opportunity. I asked the doctor if she wanted to Play with me and she nodded. She would Play the sub to my dominatrix.

And just like that, I introduced Dr. Carol Brown to Race Play. As it turns out, the good doctor was quite submissive and had repressed lesbian tendencies which she hid from the world. I encouraged her to be her true self. We had some fun together. I sat on Dr. Carol's desk and fingered my pussy while she knelt before me, completely naked, and sucked on my toes. Dr. Carol Brown told me about a fantasy she had. This strong black woman loved bossy white women and dreamed of submitting to one. Well, I made her dream come true. I ordered this black slut on her knees and made her worship me as the white goddess that I am. And she was so eager to do it. She sucked my toes like her life depended on it and called me mistress. Wow. For a strong black woman, she was certainly comfortable kneeling before a bossy white woman. After she got done sucking my toes, I smacked her hard across the face and then spanked her. That's right, I bent over a mature black female professional and spanked her big black ass while she yelped. I love spanking Dr. Carol Brown's big black ass as I bent her over her own desk. I wonder how the rich black woman felt while getting spanked by a trashy white chick like me. So I asked her. Dr. Carol Brown told me she loved it. I knew it! She's such a fucking slut!

After spanking Dr. Carol Brown's big black ass, I turned her around and fingered her pussy. As she squealed in delight, I smacked her face. My way of reminding this mature black slut that her white mistress still ran the show. Pretty soon I had her screaming my name in two languages, english and profane! I took my trusty strap-on dildo and told her I was about to fuck her. The mature black slut's eyes widened. I smiled wickedly. Yes, she's a wealthy mature black woman who's about to get fucked by a younger white woman. And there was nothing she could do about it. So she had to bend over and take it. You know what? That's exactly what she did! Black American women from the inner city are so submissive sometimes it's not even funny. For this I decided to fuck her in the ass. I spread Dr. Carol Brown's big black butt cheeks wide open and pressed my dildo against her asshole. Gripping her wide hips tightly, I shoved my dildo up her ass. Dr. Carol Brown screamed as my dildo filled her asshole. I grabbed a handful of her long black hair and pulled her head back while jamming the dildo up her ass. I just love fucking black people in the ass with my strap-on dildo. I don't care whether I'm dealing with a black woman or a black man. What does that make me? I'm not sure. And to be honest I don't really care.

Face down and fat black ass up, that's how Dr. Carol Brown got fucked by this dominant white mistress. I made the mature black woman scream as I drilled her asshole with my thick strap-on dildo. I wanted to make her big sexy black ass pay for being so shapely and tempting. Also, I wanted to completely dominate her. I flipped her on her back because I wanted to look into her eyes as I dominated her. Raising her legs into the air, I plunged the dildo back into her asshole. Dr. Carol Brown howled as the dildo went deeper into her asshole than ever before. Her scream was such a sweet sound. I thrust two fingers into her pussy, then a third. That caught her by surprise. I smacked her face hard while fucking her ass and fingering her pussy. Dr. Carol's eyes widened. I laughed. She wasn't expecting that. I spat in her face. To further her humiliation. At the same time, I shoved the dildo deeper and deeper into her asshole. This combination of harsh yet sensual extremes took her over the edge. Dr. Carol lost control. Before my amazed eyes, the good doctor farted. I laughed so hard I almost pissed myself. Moments later, Dr. Carol came, her pussy squirting hot girly cum all over the place. I loved that. An orgasmic woman. What a beautiful sight. I removed my fingers from Dr. Carol's pussy and pulled my dildo out of her ass. I gave her a moment to recover, then asked her how it was. She looked at me with a startled yet grateful look on her face. I smiled. Looks like I've got a new convert.

Since that day, my relationship with my shrink, the good Dr. Carol Brown hasn't been the same. Our roles are now reversed. I'm treating her for her repressed sexual tendencies and unleashing her inner freak. Oh, and she's the one paying me now. I bring a variety of sex toys, whips, paddles, vibrators, handcuffs and strap-on dildos for our private sessions in her office. And you had better believe that I use them all on her. We're having all kinds of wonderful fun together. Dr. Carol loves riding my strap-on dildo. She's addicted to it and proudly takes it in every hole. Mouth, pussy and ass. Not necessarily in that order. She practically worships me these days, folks. This strong black woman has discovered the joys of submission and she praises me as the dominant white goddess that I am. I love this new arrangement. Life is wonderful for me right now. I'm making easy money and having some wickedly twisted fun. Could things get any better?



White Women are Goddesses Ch. 08



My name is Estelle Worthington. And I'm a six-foot-tall, blonde-haired and blue-eyed, lean and athletic white woman living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. I am an Irish Amazon, the ideal of the perfect woman. By day, I'm a student at Carleton University. I recently moved to Canada from my native Galway in Ireland and I must say Ottawa leaves a lot to be desired, especially as a capital city. The city is quite small, and the nightlife is dismal. The women are boring and the men are dull. There is very little that this city has to offer to someone like myself. Luckily, I make my own fun. Some of this might be disturbing to you but hey, if you're here it means you must be at least curious about what I'm into. So don't act like you're shocked when you read something a bit different from what you're used to.

Sometimes, my views really piss people off. I think someone's always got to be on top. Women and men, folks of varying races and ethnicities, we're all in competition with one another. I don't believe in equality. I don't care if you're talking about racial issues, gender issues or anything else for that matter. Equality is bullshit. I believe in domination. There must be a winner and a loser in every contest. That's my view of the universe and I don't compromise it for anyone. I'm one hundred percent lesbian, and I make this clear to women and men wherever I go. I'm also very much into BDSM. If you don't know what BDSM is, then you should definitely not be reading this story. I take roleplay in BDSM to the extreme. Tonight, I'm meeting with a very beautiful and wealthy black woman named Shamicka Jackson. She's a submissive and I'm the very dominant Mistress who's going to put her through hell. I'm very much in demand as a BDSM Mistress because I go further than most mistresses. A lot of women and men are into this bold fetish called Race Play. It's when a person dominates another person sexually and there are racial elements involved. I don't mind going there. In fact, I relish it. The feeling of power is awesome. Of course, this is sensitive territory so I tread carefully. I also remember to have fun because race play is fun for me.

Shamicka Jackson stands five feet ten inches tall, kind of curvy and dark-skinned, with short black hair and light brown eyes. Oh, and she had the stereotypical big round butt so many black women have. This forty-something black woman was a tax attorney working in downtown Ottawa. She hails from the U.S. where she graduated from Howard University Law School. She's married to a high-powered Nigerian sports agent named Adam Edet, a man who's represented professional football players and guys from the hockey league and they have two sons and a daughter together. They're wealthy and live in the nice suburb of Orleans. I knew what Shamicka was the moment I laid eyes on her. Empowered black woman enjoying a life of wealth and luxury after working hard to attain it. Her husband's a millionaire and she lives in a mansion. She feels confident, strong, empowered and liberated. Which in turns leaves her feeling bored. She's started to fantasize about a lot of things which she once banished to the back of her consciousness. Like her repressed lesbian fantasies. When we chatted online, Shamicka Jackson told me about her sexual adventures with a gay white chick she knew while attending Spelman College in Atlanta, Georgia. The white chick's name was Amber O'Leary and she completely dominated Shamicka Jackson in the bedroom. Well, Shamicka has been fascinated by dominant white chicks since. She repressed her submissive desires for dominant white women by telling herself that as a strong black woman, she shouldn't feel this way. Yet she knew deep down that she wanted to kneel before a bossy white goddess and worship at her altar. That's more than okay by me.

I welcomed Shamicka Jackson into my home, and we sat down in my living room for a chat. She told me she found me very beautiful and thought my Amazon-like looks were definitely a plus in her fantasy. I smiled icily and nodded. She told me about herself. Shamicka Jackson described herself as a very bossy and prissy type of woman who loved to make her co-workers walk on eggshells at the law firm where she was a partner. Also, she liked to make her hubby and offspring march to the beat of her drum. Basically, she was bossy as hell and was used to people doing everything she said. Both at work and at home, her word was law. She told me that the only person she couldn't quite bully was an intern at the firm, a red-haired white chick named Lorelei Dean. Simply put, Lorelei refused to be bullied by Shamicka Jackson no matter what she tried. Incidentally, Shamicka became very curious about Lorelei Dean. Incidentally, Lorelei Dean grew up in South Africa and refused to let herself be bullied by a black woman regardless of where she was in the world. Shamicka Jackson was in awe of the one white chick who stood up to her at the law firm. That made me smile. She told me she tried to pursue a romantic relationship with Lorelei but the young woman was hopelessly heterosexual. Just as I thought, Shamicka Jackson was fascinated by bossy white women. What black woman isn't?

Shamicka Jackson confessed to me that in her fantasies, she played a submissive role to a bossy white woman who completely dominated her. Mentally. Physically. Sexually. Well, that sounds promising. We're going to have a great time together. I just know it. We quickly got into character. I played the role of a wealthy suburban housewife who was disappointed with the house work done by her black chambermaid. And I had to discipline her. Shamicka played the role of the unruly black chambermaid to unsettling perfection. Hell, she looked like the perfect maid in her black and white uniform. She even had on the little hat that maids often wear. I sat in the living room and summoned Shamicka by shouting as loud as I could. Moments later she appeared before me, calling me mistress. I smiled at how well this wealthy and supposedly empowered black woman played the role of the submissive twit. I told her to come closer and she did with a big idiotic grin on her face. As soon as she got close enough, I smacked her hard across the face. Shamicka's eyes widened in surprise. I smiled wickedly, and told her to call me Miss and nothing else. Rubbing her face, Shamicka nodded understandingly. She's such a submissive slut. I'm gonna have so much fun with her.

I spent most of the evening bossing Shamicka Jackson around, and the mature black slut actually complied with my every order. I ordered her to strip naked and she did. I admired her body. Not bad. Nice tits. Curvy body. Wide hips. Big ass. I'm definitely dealing with a black matron and that's okay because I love to dominate black women. And I find that many black women have fantasies of submitting to a dominant white woman. This would puzzle many psychologists worldwide, if they delved deep enough into BDSM to know about our fetishes and our ways. I know the answer to that. Lots of black women are loud, headstrong and bossy as hell, especially those in North America. Yet many of them also have a love-hate-envy thing going on in their dealings with white women. And deep down, many bisexual black women and black lesbians are turned on by dominant white chicks. Love and hate aren't as far from one another as some would have you believe. Many people secretly have an underlying attraction mixed with revulsion for those they dislike or even hate. We in BDSM know this implicitly. I've worked in BDSM Dungeons for ages. You won't believe how many uptight, wealthy white women from all-white or nearly all-white enclaves have fantasies of being dominated by burly Black men. Same goes for a lot of wild, loud and outgoing black lesbians. Many of them fantasize about being dominated by the same skinny white chicks they love to intimidate.

Welcome to interracial BDSM, folks. It's a sexy, messy and enthralling realm.

Anyhow, back on topic. I watched Shamicka Jackson as she cleaned my house and also cooked for me all while wearing nothing. I liked the sight of that black matron doing housework while naked. I went over to her and watched her big ass as she bent over to pick up something. Without warning, I smacked her ass. Shamicka yelped. I laughed and smacked her ass again. I ordered her to stay in that position. I caressed her big sexy ass and fondled her tits. She gasped in surprise. My hands went to her pelvic area and two of my fingers slipped into her pussy. She was wet as a puddle. I knew she was into that. I grabbed her by her hair and ordered her to follow me. Whimpering in pain, she followed me back to the living room. I ordered her to kneel before me and suck my toes. Obediently, Shamicka did as she was told. She started sucking on my toes, taking them into her mouth two at a time. I loved it! For such a strong and wealthy black woman to be so obedient to me, a white female college student, it turned me on so much! I grabbed her neck and pressed her face between my thighs. She knew what to do. Shamicka started licking my pussy like her life depended on it. Her tongue darted inside of me as she fingered my cunt. It drove me wild. I loved it.

We really got into it after a while. Once Shamicka Jackson finished giving my delicate pussy a tongue bath, I put on my strap-on dildo and began fucking her with it. I put her on all fours, face down and ass up, and spanked her big black ass before fucking her. Holding her hips tightly, I thrust my dildo into her pussy. I fucked her hard, slamming the dildo deep into her middle-aged pussy. Shamicka moaned and begged me, her Miss, to fuck her hard. I smacked her ass. Even while getting drilled, she remained in character. Such a good fucking slut. I spanked her ass hard while fucking her. Shamicka's big ghetto booty jiggled as I slammed my dildo into her pussy. I pulled my dildo out of her cunt and she gasped in shock. I smacked her ass some more and told her I was about to fuck her. She didn't say anything. I spread her big butt cheeks wide open and pressed my thumb into her asshole. Nice and tight. Not to mention warm. Good. I pressed my dildo against her asshole, using her pussy juice as lubricant. I slid my dildo into Shamicka's asshole. Shamicka groaned as I entered her. I could tell this mature black mama was no stranger to butt fucking. I've always wanted to fuck a black woman in the ass with my strap-on dildo. Especially a mature black slut like Shamicka. Unfortunately, submissive black females are somewhat rare in the growing world of interracial BDSM. I smacked Shamicka's big butt really hard and thrust my dildo deeper into her asshole, going where the sun didn't shine. Shamicka howled as I gave her big butt the thorough ass fucking it deserved.

I pulled Shamicka's hair and yanked her head while slamming my dildo into the forbidden depths of her asshole. The mature black slut howled as I fucked her. I completely dominated her right then and there, smacking her ass, fucking her and calling her all kinds of names. I called a big-booty ghetto bitch, a nasty whore and a filthy slut. And she simply took it while getting fucked silly. My wealthy and empowered, strong black woman had become a submissive bitch and I loved seeing the transformation in her. It was a wonderful thing to behold. I vigorously fucked her asshole with my dildo until she begged me to take it out. Afterwards, I made her suck my dildo. Right after taking it out of her ass. And she obediently got on her knees and licked my dildo clean. I wondered if she liked tasting her ass on my dildo. I asked her and she said she loved it. I smiled and playfully smacked her. She's such a fucking slut. We had a wonderful session together.

After this, she showered and left my house, presumably to return to her husband and family. It amazes me sometimes. The number of wealthy and powerful women who lead secret lives. Shamicka Jackson is a college-educated black female professional, a hard-working attorney and a devoted wife and mother. She's also a deaconess at a prominent black church in the Ottawa area. I wonder what her friends and family members would think if they were to find out what kind of freak she really is. Oh, well. It's not my place to out anybody. I just make wealthy women's submissive fantasies come true, for a price. It's a very lucrative service that I offer and I accept only the sexiest and most interesting prospective submissives. My way of keeping things interesting. Anyhow, I hope you enjoyed this sexy little interlude. I've got other things to take care of, like my Sociology homework for tomorrow.



White Women are Goddesses Ch. 09



My name is Dena Jarvis. A lot of people think my life is easy. It's really not. It's hard being me. A five-foot-eleven, blonde-haired and green-eyed White chick born into a wealthy family in the city of Houston, Texas. My parents, Liam and Deanna Jarvis of Austin, own controlling interests in some of the biggest oil companies in Texas and around the Globe. I don't know why so many people dislike me. I could care less, really. They disliked me at Saint Marguerite Academy but I still graduated Valedictorian, Class President and Prom Queen. 

After sobataging the competition, of course. These days, I'm a first-year student at my new kingdom, Bacchus College. Majoring in psychology. The field of psychology has always appealed to me. The workings of the human mind fascinate me. The people closest to me have no idea who or what I really am. I was born without a conscience. It's so wonderfully liberating. Basically enables me to do whatever I want without feeling guilty. You should try it sometime. You might like it. Follow me as I go on some amazing adventures, folks. You won't regret it. I promise. 　 　 　 My view of the world is wonderfully simple. The strong must dominate the weak. It's not about race, gender or sexual orientation. It's not even about how much money you have or where you live. Simply put, it's universal. It's the natural order of things. I've recently clashed with some folks because of my views. In my World Literature class, this tall Black chick named Nakima Harrison got in my face because she didn't like what I had to say. I told her that I didn't feel the White slave owners of the South were evil people. 

They simply did what was seen as acceptable in the society in which they lived. When their society changed, they were forced to change with it. Adaptation is what one must do to survive. When it was seen as okay for Whites to own Black slaves, they did. When it became unacceptable for White people to do that, they changed their ways. It's not about morality. It's about fitting in. Many narrow-minded people rage against gay marriage today. In tomorrow's world, opponents of gay marriage will be seen in the same Iight we see Ku Klux Klan members today. I argued that today's liberals ( many of whom see interracial couples and same-sex marriage as exemplars of improved social and cultural relations in North America ) are truly no more enlightened than their ancestors. They just want to fit in so they appear to espouse the popular views of their day. Personally, I have nothing against people based on their gender, sexuality or skin color. I think all human beings are dumb. And I prove it to myself daily. 　 　 　 Many students in the class were intrigued by my view of the world but Nakima Harrison simply hated my guts. This six-foot-one, somewhat chubby and big-bottomed but pretty-faced Black chick looked like she wanted to strangle me. As if. That truly fascinated me. Well, she had my attention. Believe me, you don't want that. As Nakima Harrison would soon find out. There are six thousand five hundred and twenty six African-American students among Bacchus College's twenty-thousand-person student body. It's considered one of the most diverse private schools in the Boston area. There are eleven hundred and eighty six Asian students and eight hundred and seventeen Hispanic students. Scores one for racial diversity, wouldn't you say? Yet even at this diverse school, students mostly hung out with folks from similar backgrounds. The African-American, Asian and Hispanic students mostly kept to themselves. Students from middle and upper class Irish, Italian, Greek and Dutch families also kept to themselves. Fascinating, isn't it? The more diverse our society becomes, the more people seek to separate themselves from those who don't look, act or think like them. Wow. 　 　 　 I knew Nakima Harrison played a sport, I simply didn't know which one. I went to the Bacchus College Department of Athletics website and checked sport by sport. Now, this was really time consuming. I bypassed the men's varsity sports teams such as Baseball, Basketball, Cross Country, Football, Ice Hockey, Golf, Swimming, Wrestling, Volleyball, Lacrosse and Tennis. This left the women's varsity sports teams. I checked the rosters of the Softball, Basketball, Cross Country, Ice Hockey, Gymnastics, Field Hockey, Swimming, Lacrosse, Tennis, Volleyball and Golf teams. Amazingly, I couldn't find her. The broad was nowhere to be found. 

How could this be? I looked her up online and found out she wasn't on any of the women's sports teams at Bacchus College. Rather, she was a grappler on the men's Wrestling team. Wow. I knew of female wrestlers on men's teams but mostly at the high school level. Nakima Harrison was wrestling for Bacchus College in the 250-pound weight class. And apparently, she'd been quite successful. Enough to earn honorable mentions at the NCAA Division One tournaments two years running. Small wonder Nakima was so outspoken in class. She'd been a tough bitch her whole life. I clicked on her online bio and learned that she used to be the captain of the men's wrestling team at her old high school, Saint August Academy. Interesting. Very interesting. She'd be one tough cookie to break but eventually I'd get it done. I always did. 　 　 　 I began following her around, and learned who her friends were. Nakima Harrison mostly associated with other young African-American students at Bacchus College. The sons and daughters of prominent Black families. She came from good stock. A bona-fide BAP. Black American Princess. Her father, Salim Harrison was the Chief Financial Officer of Harrison, Dale & Armand, the largest privately owned shipping company in New England. Operating since 1979. 

The guy was worth about thirty million. Her mother Selena Johnson Harrison was a professor of business at Suffolk University. Her younger brother Jericho plays football for the Massachusetts Maritime Academy. Her older brother Jerome was a cadet at West Point Military Academy. Nakima was no slouch either. She belonged to various organizations such as the National Organization For Women, the United States Girls Wrestling Association, the NAACP and of course a certain internationally well-known African-American Sorority. Alpha Kappa Alpha. Wow. This young woman was a genuine African-American princess. Her father Salim Harrison graced the front page of the Boston Globe last year. He was giving financial advice to the state of Massachusetts first African-American Governor. Basically advising him on how to help Beantown beat the Recession. Simply amazing. 　 　

Well, this was definitely going to be a challenge for yours truly. Nakima Harrison was tall, beautiful, athletic and wealthy. And she came from a prominent family. I had to find some way of getting at her. Usually, a strong woman's most vulnerable point was her heart. What kind of men did Nakima Harrison date? I had seen her walking around campus with Theodore Mathis, star of the Bacchus College men's Cross Country team. He was a tall, good-looking young Black man. Kind of reminds me of that African-American actor Taye Diggs.

The way she was looking at him, I knew Nakima Harrison wanted a piece of his action. Unfortunately, Nakima Harrison was so damn butch-looking. Most guys automatically assumed she was gay. With her unruly hair, masculine clothes and near total lack of feminity, I wonder where they'd get that impression. Now, I know lots of gay and bisexual women who are very feminine and sexy. Butch-looking chicks, both straight and gay, tend to appear queer even to people who have zero gaydar. I think I found a chink in Nakima Harrison's armor, folks. Like the predator that I am, I decided to exploit it. 　 　 　 One day after class, I approached Nakima Harrison with an olive branch. I apologized for my extreme views, and told her I said what I said simply to get attention. Nakima looked at me sternly and told me what I said bothered her. She thought I was a closet racist. I was seriously pissed. I'm evil down to my core. And I delight in it. However, I don't think I'm a racist. I hate everyone equally. Simply put, I enjoy destroying people's lives. Doesn't matter if they're Black, White, Asian, Middle-Eastern or Hispanic. If they get in my way, I step on them. It's my way of doing things. You either take down obstacles or they will take you down. That's the world according to me. 

I swore to Nakima Harrison that I wasn't a racist. I hate just about everyone regardless of race. I didn't tell her that, of course. I told her I was set in my ways but willing to change. And to prove it to her, I invited her to lunch. She hesitated. I smiled beatifically at her. She was still hesitant. I told her that people with differing views only learned when exposed to those different from themselves. It's the only way society has ever progressed. Nakima nodded at that. I knew I'd get her attention by saying something so cliche, oops, I mean deep. Nakima accepted my invitation. We went to have lunch at Au Bon Pain since neither of us could stomach campus food. 　 　 　 As we shared a meal, I learned quite a bit about her. Nakima Harrison was very smart, thoughtful and a very interesting person. She told me her father Salim Harrison introduced her to wrestling when she was younger and she'd been in love with the sport ever since. Growing up with two rough and tumble brothers, she turned out to be quite the tomboy. She loved wrestling for Bacchus College and saw herself as a role model for young women athletes. However, there was one area of her life that she felt was lacking. I gently probed her for an answer. She hesitated, then basically spilled her beans. 

She told me what I already knew. She was lonely, and the guys she liked never saw her as more than a friend. She acted like 'one of the guys' around the guys she liked. Always a dumb mistake for a woman to make. I asked her if there was one guy she liked in particular. Nakima had a dreamy look on her face when she told me that she fancied Theodore Mathis, the guy everyone on campus thought was destined for glory both in the NCAA and the 2012 Olympics. I told Nakima I'd help her get with Theodore. She seemed to doubt me. I had a placid smile on my face as I reminded her that White chicks were really, really good at ensnaring Black men in their webs of lust on college campuses across America. Nakima gulped. I smiled and promised her I wouldn't use my wiles and charms for evil. She smiled happily. And just like that we became friends. Phase one of my plan was complete. 　 　 　 Over the next few weeks, Nakima and I hung out a lot. We shopped inside Copley Mall together and talked about guys and clothes along with politics, music and anything else we could think of. She wasn't bad company. I gave her some tips on how to attract Theodore Mathis, her dream guy. I got Nakima a brand new wardrobe. All of her tomboy crap had to go. No more boxer shorts. Buy some panties, woman! No hooded sweartshirts. I got her some sexy blouses, skirts and high-heeled shoes. I also taught her the wonders of perfume, lipstick and makeup. I swear I turned her into a new woman. Her friends noticed, as did Theodore Mathis. I told her to get out of her shyness zone and ask him out. She did. They went to Loews movie theater downtown and caught a triple feature after getting them matinee tickets. I suggested life-affirming movies with Blacks as main characters like Invictus and The Princess And The Frog. They saw them and had a blast. As a last feature, they saw the Vampire movie Daybreakers. I recommended it to them. I love Vampire movies but I prefer epic features like Blade, Dracula 2000 and the Underworld movies. No sissy-type Twilight movies for me. Sorry. I like my Vampires heroes ( and villains ) to be rough and manly, not lovelorn pretty boys. They ended up having a blast together. And that night, I watched Theodore and Nakima share their first kiss. Wow. 　

As soon as Nakima got back to her dorm, she called me. Excitedly she told me every detail. I grinned. My plan worked perfectly. That night, I secured myself as Nakima's best friend and go-to gal. She thought I was her angel. That made me grin rather devilishly. We got even closer as her romance with Theodore flourished. For over two months I was this chick's best friend, relationship advisor and all-around protector. Until I decided to 'get' her. This is how I did it. One day before she went to wrestle, I gave her a special energy drink. What she didn't know is that she'd ingested an illegal, high-tech steroid in liquid form. It would show up on any tox screen. 

After she won the match, everybody was cheering for her. She returned to her dorm, victorious. That's when I confronted her. I told her everything. My real feelings for her ( I despised her). What I really thought of her ( I think she's a ghetto slut who came into money, nothing more). And my real plans for her. You should have seen the look on her face. She felt betrayed. As well she should. I told her that with the evidence I had on her, I could end her athletic career. Not even her father's money would be able to sway NCAA officials. She'd go from a national sensation and role model to a social pariah. The Marion Jones of the collegiate wrestling company. I saw fear, real fear, in Nakima's eyes as I made the comparison. She asked me what I wanted of her. Rubbing my hands together, I smiled and told her. When I did, Nakima actually looked pale. Nothing she could do about it. You see, as of right now, I owned her. 　 　 　 A short while later, I sat on the bed while Nakima knelt before me. The tall Black Amazon was completely naked. I admired her big, sexy body. She was oddly appealing to me with her big tits, wide hips and big round butt. I smiled at her and told her to continue massaging my feet. With a forlorn look on her face, Nakima did as she was told. I smiled and smoked a cigarette as my slave massaged my feet. I encouraged her to suck on my toes. She made a face. I smacked her hard across the face. Shocked, Nakima looked up at me. 

Laughing, I told her she should do as I said, or else. She stopped making a face and did as she was told. Satisfied, I went back to smoking. Later, I made her lick my pussy. She made a face again. I raised my hand. With a fearful look in her eyes she pressed her lips against my pussy. I can't believe how easy it was to turn this strong Black woman into a submissive slut. A quasi-slave, really. Just the threat of losing her good name and prestige was enough to make her forsake her dignity. At least temporarily. I decided to savor this. I made Nakima use her mouth and fingers on other parts of my sexy body, mainly my pussy and breasts. For such a raging heterosexual, she learned these things rather quickly. Of course, my stern directions and the threat hanging over her probably had something to do with it. 　 　 　 To complete Nakima's torment, I decided to fuck her. When she saw me take the strap-on dildo from my purse, Nakima's eyes went wide. I smiled wickedly and told her to get on all fours. Nakima refused. I told her that if she refused me, not only would I tell her coach and the school's athletic director that she was doping but I'd also tell her parents. They would be so disappointed to learn that their princess was actually taking performance enhancing drugs. Nakima's eyes were filled with tears. I took her tears and licked them. They tasted yummy. The tears of Nakima's surrender.

I donned my strap-on dildo and made my slut assume the position. I whacked Nakima's big butt cheeks. They jiggled nicely. Cool. I pressed my dildo against her pussy lips and pushed it inside. Nakima squealed as I entered her. I closed my eyes, savoring her screams. Then I gripped her wide hips and held her tightly in place as I began fucking her. I smacked her ass and fucked her roughly. I can't tell you how wonderful it felt for a spry White chick like me to completely dominate a big Black woman like her. I yelled yee-haw like a cowboy at the Ok Corral! Nakima bucked wildly under me as I rode her. She squealed as I tore up her pussy with vigorous thrusts of my big strap-on dildo. Who's the bitch now? 　 　 　 As I fucked Nakima and watched her big butt jiggle, I got a deliciously naughty idea. I took my hand lotion and smeared it all over her ass. Nakima gasped in protest. I smacked her ass. I thought I told the slut to keep her mouth shut? I grabbed Nakima's big butt cheeks and pried them apart. Moving forward, I rubbed my dildo between her ass cheeks. Nakima froze. I leaned over and told her she wasn't dreaming. I was about to fuck her in the ass. The big and tall young Black woman gasped. I gently bit her ear. Then I eased my dildo into her asshole. Even though I was gentle, that didn't stop Nakima from whining.

Oh, well. Since she insisted on whining like a bitch, then I would smack her like a bitch. I smacked Nakima's face hard, and laughed when I saw the stunned look on her face. Yes, you big Black slut. You just got smacked by a White bitch. I own your ass. Better get used to it. I even grabbed her hair ( or weave, as the case may be ) and pulled on it. Just as I thought, Nakima's hair was fake. I laughed so hard I almost cried. I can't stand bitches with fake hair...and race and gender have got nothing to do with it. Chicks with weaves and guys with toupees piss me off. Thrusting my dildo deep into Nakima's asshole, I continued pulling on her hair. I called her every name in the book. And she took it like the bitch she was. 　 　 　 After I had my fun, I told her to put her clothes back on and get out of my sight. Nakima hesitated, then asked me if I was going to keep my promise. I smiled at her. Wow. What a dumb broad! Of course I am going to keep my promise. Before her very eyes, I destroyed the evidence of the crime which I framed her for. Nakima breathed a sigh of relief. Feeling bold once again, she told me she'd get me back for what I'd done. I told her that while I wasn't going to end her sporting career by framing her as a dope user, I wasn't ready to let her go. Nakima stood there, fully dressed with her hands on her hips. She asked me what I was talking about. Grabbing the remote, I pressed play and my flat TV screen came alive.

On the screen, a very interesting movie played. A movie that seemed familiar to Nakima even though she was seeing it for the first time. A movie of me and her going at it. Apparently I taped the two of us doing our thing. Or should I say I dominated the hell out of Nakima...and recorded it for posterity. Imagine that! Nakima looked pale. Again. I smiled and told her my hidden camera transmitted the footage to another location so she wouldn't be rid of it just by getting rid of me. I had a partner in crime and if anything happened to me, the footage would wind up in the hands of Nakima's friends and family members along with members of the Boston Police Department. 

Yeah, I'm that devious. With a defeated look on her face, Nakima asked me what I wanted. The fire was completely gone from her eyes. I smiled, immensely pleased about what I've done. Now that's more like it. What did I want from her? Oh, I'm not greedy. I simply wanted her to be my sex slave once a week for the next couple of months or so. If she was good to me, I'd destroy the tapes. Sounds fair, right? I certainly think so. And apparently so did Nakima. She took the deal. She agreed to become my plaything for the next couple of months I think I'm going to have a lot of fun with her this semester! 　 



White Women are Goddesses Ch. 10



My name is Danica Haverhill. A six-foot-one, chubby and big-bottomed yet still very good-looking Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. A lot of people think of me as an uptight bitch with too much time and money on her hands. Maybe they're right. Whatever. I don't let it get to me because I've been called worse in my day. Much worse, actually. Am I such a bad person? I don't think so. I'm dominant. A trait shared by anyone worth a damn. I don't care who you are, what you do or where you're from, if you're not dominant then you're submissive. You step on folks or folks step on you. There's really no middle ground. Yesterday I turned forty. I am worth three and a half million dollars right now mainly because I took advantage of the current real estate market. One person's misfortune is another person's good day. That's what I've always believed. I sold foreclosed houses in Irish, Italian, Jewish, African-American and Puerto Rican neighborhoods all over the diverse cities of Boston, Milton and Brockton. I didn't care what I was selling or who I was selling to. It's the secret of my success.

Real estate is my day job. And I'm quite good at it. But at night, I'm into something just as cutthroat but a lot more fun. Infinitely more fun, actually. What am I into? The wickedly fun world of BDSM. Um, with women only. Presently, I'm having some fun with a friend of mine. Her name is Lori Vaughn. A tall, chubby and big-bottomed Black woman in her late thirties. She's a professor of Business Management at Bridgewater State College. I'm having a lot of fun helping this strong and independent Black female professional explore the limits of her submissive side. Lori isn't my first Black female submissive. Not even close. I've had many others. However, she is my all-time favorite.

I find it quite fun to dominate these strong Black women. I've always found them to be quite formidable. The ones I run into in Boston tend to be loud, brash and opinionated. Quite fearsome yet so very sexy in their own way. Lori Vaughn is truly your prototypical strong Black woman from the big city. Outspoken with a capital O. Well, she's outspoken about everything except her sexual orientation. I'm openly gay and have never hidden it. People find it fascinating that someone like me is gay. I'm tall, with long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. I have alabaster skin that never tans. I burn in the summer so I tend to stay out of the sun. I used to be a Beauty Queen in my younger days, won first runner up for the Miss New England pageant. I lost the title to this Jamaican-American beauty whom I once slept with. Isn't that ironic? I did all that and earned my master's degree in business from Suffolk University. And yes I'm proudly queer. One hundred percent.

My good friend Lori Vaughn is a woman who leads a double life. In her demographic, coming out isn't really an option. The Black community isn't exactly friendly to gays, lesbians, bisexuals and transsexuals. I understand Lori's plight. We've known each other for a long time. We were both undergraduates at Suffolk University in the early 1990s. She met a tall, handsome young Black man named James Evander who attended Northeastern University Law School at the time. They got married in the summer of 1996 and are the proud parents of two sons. What attorney James Evander doesn't know about his wife Lori Vaughn is that she likes pussy more than he does. Yeah, she's queer. Of course, when people meet Lori nothing about her screams dyke. She's very feminine and sexy. Also, she's got pictures of her husband James and their sons all over her office. Black women aren't fond of disclosure when it comes to their sexual orientations. 

Most gay and bisexual Black women in North America keep their business to themselves. My good friend Lori Vaughn was no exception. I've always known she was bisexual and we did fool around a few times in college but I thought she'd put it all behind her. So imagine my surprise when I ran into her at a lesbian bar on leather night. Yeah, this suburban lady was dressed like a leather-clad dominatrix. I barely recognized her. We had a few drinks and she confessed to me that her sex life was boring. She missed doing it with women. Oh, and she was curious about BDSM. Well, since I am a BDSM expert, she had come to the right place.

I taught Lori Vaughn the basics of BDSM. The fine art of submission. The wonders of domination. All of which I learned more than two decades ago. She was a most eager learner, and a very submissive one too. The stuff that broad wanted to try made even a seasoned dyke like me blush. Lori Vaughn liked to be spanked, whipped and degraded both verbally and physically. I suspended her upside down for some kinky fun. She hung from thick steel chains attached to the ceiling as I whipped her with my Black leather belt. I made her scream while lashing at her gorgeously dark skin with my belt. She took it all and begged me for more. Man, I was really enjoying myself with her. I've known many submissive types and switches who couldn't take half the pain and degradation that Lori Vaughn seems to endure without flinching. I needed to get in touch with my inner dominatrix just to keep up with the weird kinks and fetishes that turned on this gorgeous slut. Well, since a Super Bitch is what she wants, then that's what I'll be for her.

Lori Vaughn is always pushing new extremes and she's a real challenge for this dominatrix. So one day I came up with something which was guaranteed to blow her mind. I decided we should play Plantation Mistress and Black Female Slave. Lori was intrigued, to say the least. Of course she wanted to try it. I invited her to my house and we immediately got into character. I bought a replica of a nineteenth century Southern belle's ball gown for myself along with a Black and White maid's uniform for Lori. I told her that while we played, she was to address me as Missy or Mistress Danica. I would address her any way I saw it. I also told her that she was forbidden to make eye contact with me and was obligated to do everything I asked without question or hesitation. Lori nodded. She liked the sound of that. I could tell. Truth be told, she hadn't seen anything yet. Thus we began our games.


Lori seemed a bit uncomfortable with the dynamics of our new games. Actually, I was a little nervous about them too. I was worried that I was pushing her too far. Lori may enjoy playing the role of submissive in the bedroom but deep down she was still very much the strong Black woman. Was I pushing her limits by making her play the role of my slave? Only time would tell. I got into character and began ordering my new slave around. I told Lori to clean my house and cook for me. I inspected her work and when she appeared to slack off, I would whack her big round ass with my riding crop. That made her jump up and squeal every time. The riding crop is much tougher than the Black leather belt I usually whipped her with. It left some nice markings on her big butt cheeks. When she whined, I told her that she was just a filthy slave and I was her superior. As a strong White mistress, I could do whatever I wanted to my Black female slave. Anything at all.　

When I said that, Lori's eyes blazed with something resembling fury. I thought she was about to lash out at me. So I smiled at her and told her that I would reward her good work. When she looked at me askance, I simply caressed her tits and applied a gentler touch to her body. Lori was puzzled but thrilled by what I was doing. I caressed her tits and licked the areolas then moved between her legs. I began fingering her cunt, and she moaned in surprised pleasure. Oh, yeah. I knew how to rock her world. I worked my magic on her by suckling at her fabulous tits and fingering her cunt until she was about to cum. That's when I delivered a surprise. Without warning, I smacked Lori Vaughn hard across the face. Stunned, she stared at me. I smiled wickedly and reminded her that I was her mistress and she was my slave. Her ass belonged to me. And I would deny her both pleasure and sustenance unless I was satisfied with her labor. No pain, no gain. Lori seemed to freeze. Something changed in her eyes. Finally, she nodded. I smiled victoriously. I own this bitch!

For the rest of the afternoon, Lori Vaughn was like putty in my hands. When she was through with her menial work, I inspected her labor. She insisted that she did the best she could. Truth be told, she cleaned my house better than I ever could. However, I wasn't about to let her know that. So I berated her for doing a 'lousy' job. Lori apologized profusely and promised to do a better job. I spoke to her in a very patronizing tone and told her that it wasn't her fault. She simply didn't have what it took to do the simplest of things. When I said that it seemed to irritate her. I told her of a way in which she could redeem herself in my eyes. She was so eager to please me. Which is why she knelt before me, completely naked, and began sucking on my toes. I've always loved the sight of a gorgeous Black woman kneeling before me. Lori looked so wonderfully submissive. I spread my creamy White thighs and let her breathe the scent of my pussy. Grabbing her face, I told her to lick me. Lori nodded, and began licking my pussy. And this she did to unsettling perfection. I don't usually let my subs go down on me so I had no idea Lori was that talented. Hot damn. Who knew closeted Black women from the suburbs could lick White pussy so well? Amazing.

We continued with our fun. I took my strap-on dildo from my erotica drawer and told Lori Vaughn I would take her on the ride of her life. Her eyes widened. I grinned. Oh, yeah. This was going to be fun. I lay on the couch and stroked my strap-on dildo while Lori watched me anxiously. I ordered her to come over and suck it. She did. Once more she knelt before me and sucked my strap-on dildo. For a supposedly 'strong Black woman', she's getting awfully comfortable kneeling before a White woman. I grabbed her neck and made her nearly choke on my dildo. It filled her big mouth. Goody goody. She's such a talker and it gets on my nerves sometimes. Nice to see this loquacious Black chick silenced at last. I quickly got tired of watching her suck my dildo and decided to fuck her with it. I put her on all fours and licked my lips. Her big round butt looked simply delicious. I ran my hands all over it and began spanking her. She seemed to really like it. I pressed my dildo against her pussy lips and eased it inside. And just like that, I began fucking her. Lori moaned softly as I entered her. I smacked her ass and thrust into her. A yelp escaped her big, sexy lips. Now that's what I like. I like to hear my bitches scream as I'm fucking them. Their discomfort makes my pussy wet with pleasure. I grabbed a handful of Lori's long hair and yanked her head while fucking her. She screamed some more.

　

　

I'm getting such a thrill from fucking Lori and making her my bitch. I had to find a way to further humiliate her.

So I abruptly withdrew the dildo from her pussy. Feeling suddenly empty, Lori sighed in surprised relief. I smacked her hard across the face and told her I didn't give her permission to relax. Then I turned around and spread my big White ass cheeks, ordering my Black slut to lick my asshole. That order seemed to stun Lori. I reminded her that my riding crop was within easy reach.

With a defeated look in her eyes, she began licking my asshole. And man did she lick it! Lori licked my asshole like it was the sweetest thing she ever tasted. She stuck her tongue way up my buns. It turned me on so much that I lost control and actually farted. Yeah, I farted right in her face. Lori coughed but I ordered her to keep going. Amazingly, she obeyed! How about that? Next, I put her on all fours, face down and ass up. I had enough of her playing with my ass. Time for me to play with hers. I spread Lori's plump ass cheeks wide open and began fingering the big Black woman's tight asshole. Lori's asshole was supple and tight, but I could tell she wasn't an anal virgin. I've fucked enough women's asses to know this. I spat on her asshole and fingered it. Grabbing a small flask from my purse, I applied its contents all over Lori's anus. She complained that it burned. I laughed and smacked her ass. She's lucky I even bother with lube. I then pressed my dildo against her anus, and pushed it inside.

What sweet sounds submissive Black women make when they're getting ass-fucked by a dominant White mama!

 Lori gasped as I penetrated her asshole with my dildo. I held her hips firmly, holding her into place. My bitch wasn't going anywhere. She's going to take what I dish out at her. Lori started whining as I began pushing my dildo deeper into her asshole. I smacked her face and told her to shut up...or else. Nodding, Lori gritted her teeth as I sank my dildo into the depths of her asshole. I can't believe all the mean and sexy things this gorgeous, strong Black woman is letting me do to her. I switched things around. In spite of her apparent shame, Lori was clearly enjoying the sweet torment I visited upon her. My proof? Her pussy was wet as a puddle. I turned her around on her back and removed my strap-on dildo from her ass. I rubbed my foot against her pussy and fucked her with my big toe. Bending down, I shoved my dildo back into her asshole. Suddenly overstimulated, Lori howled in pleasure mixed with pain. With my free hand, I smacked her face then covered her mouth. Pleasure and cruelty aren't separate entities in my realm. They're inextricably intertwined. I fucked Lori's ass and pussy until she came. For the first time in all of our sessions, she actually came. Her pussy was oozing hot girly cum. I dipped my fingers inside of her and tasted her. Not bad. 
Lori Vaughn was such a good slut. She makes such a wonderful slave don't you think? A strong Black woman who delights in submitting to her White female friend sexually. To the extent where she plays the role of slave in the historical sense to her friend's "White Mistress." Not as rare a sexual scenario as you might think. To reward her, I spread my thighs and pissed all over her. I aimed for her face, her tits and also her pussy. My jets of urine streaked over their targets quite nicely. I ordered Lori to lick my cum off herself and she did. I fingered my own cunt while watching her. Hot damn. She was amazing. Afterwards, I took her to the shower. Scrubbed her clean. I like a dirty slut as much as the next dyke but only in a certain way. Lori and I got dressed and returned to my living room. We had a nice long talk about what we just did together. To my great surprise, she told me she enjoyed every minute of it. And she was looking forward to our next session. I smiled and kissed Lori passionately. She grinned, then wished me goodnight before getting into her BMW and taking off. She went back to her hubby and their sons. And I bet you dollars to pesos that nobody in her world even suspects her of being the kind of freak she really is. I guess it's true what the old dykes say. Closet cases are better fucks. Lori is living proof of that. That slut is amazing!



White Women are Goddesses Ch. 11



My slave Martisha Jeans is so obedient. This big and tall, chubby and extremely dark-skinned, big-bottomed, forty-something Black woman does absolutely everything I tell her to do. She cooks and cleans and does it all with a smile. And I wouldn't have it any other way. Slaves must know their place. She's got to please me. After all, it's what I bought her for. My name is Artemis. Like the legendary Greek Goddess of the Hunt, only meaner. I stand five-foot-eleven, lean and wiry, with long blonde hair, alabaster skin and pale blue eyes.

I'm an Eastern European woman of Jewish descent. And I'm very much a proud slave owner. You may ask how could this be, especially in the year 2010? Well, in this world, if you're wealthy and powerful enough you get to have whatever you want. There is a secret organization which provides wealthy people around the world with slaves. They're known as the Program. Women without a past or a future are given a chance to serve their betters in the present. These slaves are usually sexy women of African, Asian and Hispanic descent. Some of these female slaves are White too, of course. The White ones cost a lot more. Welcome to my modern-day Plantation, folks. 　 　 　 Where are we? Somewhere in Eastern Europe. My Plantation is a big farm sitting atop a hill dominating three hundred acres of farm lands. Protected by ten-foot-high walls and an electric fence along with cutting-edge technology. Privacy is a must when you are into what I'm into. I recently purchased this slave, Martisha Jeans, on the Black Market. She cost me thirty thousand U.S. dollars but it was worth it. My whole life I've lamented the fact that I was born long after slavery became illegal around the world.

I think I would have made a wonderful plantation mistress if I lived in the early nineteenth century. Unfortunately, I was born in 1985. For my twenty-fifth birthday, I gave myself a wonderful present. I bought myself a sexy Black female slave on the Black Market. I already had plenty of other slaves. Nikki Lee, a chubby Asian woman with a fat ass takes care of the field work around the farm. She's aided by Khadija Abdul, a tall, bronze-skinned and dark-haired Arab woman I recently purchased. They're both sturdy women who are quite able at field work. I wanted a Black female slave for the Big House. 　 　 　 My new acquisition, Martisha Jeans fit the bill wonderfully. I read her detailed file. In another life, Martisha Jeans was a crack head, prostitute and a member of society's lowest of the low. She was in and out of prison. She had three sons by three different fathers. Her sister Marietta and her husband Paul took her sons in since Martisha couldn't and wouldn't take care of them. Her life was going nowhere. Then she caught the attention of the Program.

The men and women of the Program work closely with Social Service agencies around Europe and North America. They took Martisha Jeans to a detox center and cleaned her up. Then they acquired her and put her on the Market. I bought her and now she's mine. Think of it this way. With me, she has a roof over her head, a room to sleep in and three square meals a day. I even allow her to have Sundays off. On Sunday, she gets to do whatever she wants except disobey me or leave the property of course. I think I'm a pretty generous slave owner, wouldn't you say? 　 　 　 Presently, Martisha Jeans is sucking on my toes while kneeling before me. I'm reading a wonderful book. The adventures of a White woman disguised as a colonial British soldier in the wilderness of Africa around 1840. She fights alongside brave men of the British Empire, defeats some natives and wins glory for herself and her country. Makes for good reading. How I wish I could have lived in those days. I found myself quite turned on as I read about the exploits of my favorite gorgeous blonde heroine. I started fingering my pussy, oblivious to the fact that Martisha Jeans watched my every move. 

I saw her watching me fingering my pussy. She was turned on. I could tell. I smiled and asked her if she wanted to lick something tastier than my toes. Martisha nodded eagerly. I spread my creamy White thighs and allowed Martisha access to my pussy. The older Black woman breathed in the scent of my cunt. Then she began licking me like her life depended on it. I grabbed the back of her head and urged her to lick me faster. Martisha licked my pussy eagerly and gently fingered it. I leaned back on my high chair and relaxed as my sexy Black female slave went to work on me. I wonder if any White female plantation owners from the old days enjoyed steamy lesbian encounters with Black female slaves on their properties. Maybe. Maybe not. I doubt it's the sort of thing either party would go around bragging about. 　 　 　 I watched Martisha as she licked my pussy. Hot damn this big Black slut was really good at eating pussy. When she was done, I smacked her hard in the face. She looked at me, stunned. I smiled wickedly and told her that's what she gets for getting fresh with me. I'm her Mistress. I can dole out pleasure and pain on a whim, and with equal measure. I put a collar around Martisha's neck and made her follow me around the Big House on all fours. I took out my belt and ordered her to stick her fat Black ass in the air. Obediently, Martisha assumed the position. Face down and big black ass way up.

With vigor I began lashing her big Black ass with my belt. I whipped her, and whipped her good. My slaves exist to serve my every whim. Martisha Jeans is docile and obedient but she seems a bit too comfortable around me. And she has dared looking me in the eye, which I'm sure wasn't acceptable in the old days. So why should it be acceptable now, on my property? Yeah, that's what I thought. The big Black woman yelped and moaned as I whipped her big Black ass. I loved the way her fat Black ass jiggled as I whipped it. I haven't whipped her ass since she came to the Plantation. When she first came, she was a bitch with an attitude problem just like ninety nine point nine percent of Black women living in North America. I had to break her in. Once I did, she became docile and pliant just like a good Black female slave should. 　

　 After whipping Martisha's ass, I decided to have some fun with her. I ordered her to lie on her back with her thick legs spread. I came between her legs and shoved a dildo inside her pussy. An eight-inch dildo modeled after the penis of a certain porno stud. Martisha's eyes widened in surprise as I jabbed the dildo into her pussy. At the same time, I fingered her asshole. I sprayed lube all over her anus and then inserted a dildo into her asshole. A nine-inch dildo which was even thicker than the one in her vagina. Martisha howled as I filled her asshole with the dildo. I smacked her hard across the face.

That's what she gets for whining. I told her if she didn't stop whining I'd put her in the Dungeon for the winter. That silenced her toot sweet. Gritting her teeth, Martisha endured the punishment I dished out at her. Double penetration is a lot of fun. Especially since I'm the Penetrator. It allows me to completely dominate my slut. I don't know how I ever got along without my Black female slave. She's so much more fun than the others. 　 　 　 I hardly play with Nikki Lee or Khadija Abdul anymore. The plump, matronly Asian female slave has accepted the fact that her lot in life is to serve me, her superior White goddess. I recalled with joy how I spanked Nikki Lee when she first came to my Plantation. I would whip her hard for hours and then finger her pussy and asshole. I would berate Nikki Lee constantly as I fucked her with my dildos. I even pissed on her and made her drink it. The plump Asian female slave is a natural submissive. Khadija Abdul on the other hand was another story. 

The feisty Arab woman wasn't as submissive as I thought all the women of her culture would be. I had a lot of fun breaking her. I would tie her up to a wooden pole and whip her for hours while constantly berating her. Then I would insert ten-inch dildos up her pussy and asshole while at the same time gagging her mouth. I even tie her up and farted on her face repeatedly after chugging down loads of cheese. Eventually the feisty Arab woman became a docile and pliant slave just like her Asian predecessor. Both of them acknowledge me as their White Goddess who righteously owns them and brings order into their chaotic lives. I'm proud of what they have become. Yes, I have a good time with my racially diverse female slaves. 　 　

None of them are as much fun as Martisha Jeans. I love to tie her up and then fuck her in the ass with a twelve-inch strap-on dildo. Back in the early days when she still showed me some defiance, Martisha would tell me that she was a strong Black woman and would never surrender to a White bitch like myself. I asked her how much dildo could the ass of a strong Black woman take. She looked at me, puzzled. We both found out the answer to my question.

With enough lubricant and some patience, I transformed Martisha Jeans previously tight asshole from a tight end into a wide receiver. Her asshole can now take big dildos with no problem. I love to shove my entire fist into her pussy while burying a twelve-inch ( or more ) dildo up her asshole. The strong Black woman has become my own personal bitch. And I absolutely love it. I now require Martisha to walk around naked in the Big House. My other slaves wear clothes because they work outside mainly. Martisha is my House Slave while they're my Field Slaves. She doesn't like them and they don't like her. I love observing their interactions. They frequently compete against one another to prove who's the best slave for their favorite White goddess. Isn't that sweet of them? 　 　 　 As you've probably figured out by now, I run my Plantation with a tight fist. Sometimes I invite some friends over for a visit and I order my slaves to put on a show for them. I allow Martisha Jeans to act as overseer over Khadija Abdul and Nikki Lee while the two of them wrestle in oil, completely naked, to the delight of my guests. The winner is allowed to suck on my toes. The loser gets whipped by Martisha. My guests find my form of entertainment unique and quite regal. I am so happy to hear that. Let's see. So far I have a diverse bunch of slaves. A Black woman from North America. An Arab woman from the United Arab Emirates. And an Asian woman from Mainland China. I'm thinking of acquiring someone new. Who shall I get? Decisions, decisions. Oh, well. I'm sure it will come to me eventually. Have a nice day! 



White Women are Goddesses Ch. 12



My name is Nicole O’Bannon. I’m a six-foot-tall, busty and big-bottomed, kind of heavyset young Canadian woman of Irish descent living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. I’ve been big my whole life. At twenty eight, I weigh two hundred and eighty pounds. Men have never found me attractive. Some lesbians liked me but I am one hundred percent heterosexual. I waited for the man of my dreams. That’s why I was a virgin up until a couple of months ago. That’s when I met Jeffrey Jean-Pierre, a tall, burly and extremely handsome young Black man from the Republic of Haiti in the Caribbean. He’s a second-year student at Carleton University, where I’m working as a teacher’s assistant while earning my MBA at nearby Ottawa University. For me, it was love at first sight. 

A lot of people think fat chicks like myself are invisible. Being big and tall in a world that worships skinny chicks is hell. Luckily, I found someone who accepts me for what I am. If you’re a fat white chick, you only appeal to Black men from foreign countries. That’s okay because white guys never interested me. I’ve always liked Black men but mostly they went after skinny white chicks. Once again I found myself feeling invisible. Luckily, Jeffrey wasn’t like other men. Given a choice between a skinny chick and a fat one, he’d actually go after the fat chick. You see, in his culture, fat women are considered beautiful. I need to move down there! 

Jeffrey Jean-Pierre was hot as hell. Five feet eleven inches tall, broad-shouldered and muscular, with dark brown skin and pale bronze eyes. He had long black hair braided into neat cornrows. He’s only twenty years old. He majors in engineering at Carleton University and the chicks over there absolutely love him. And why shouldn’t they? He’s tall, good-looking and educated. He’s hot as hell. On campus, he could have just about anyone he wanted. He’s the star of the men’s Rugby squad for crying out loud. So many women wanted a piece of him. Black women. White women. Asian women. Hispanic women. Arab women. All women want a piece of a sexy Black man. Well, I’m the one who caught his attention. The tall, plain-faced white chick with the huge tits, chubby body, wide hips and gigantic white ass. The fat chick got the pretty guy and left all the pretty girls standing around feeling foolish. How’s that? I love it! 

Jeffrey was the one who introduced me to the world of sex. He taught me how to feel good while naked. To him, a big woman like me was the epitome of beauty. He liked my big tits, chunky body, wide hips and big ass. He liked me the way I am. When Jeffrey looked at me, I actually felt sexy. How about that? I felt sexy for the first time in my life. Jeffrey made me want to do things. He’s so charming and sexy. I wanted to do things for him, and to him. Jeffrey took me out in public and treated me like a lady. He took me to fine restaurants and cool night clubs. He bought me presents and sent me flowers at work. All the things skinny women take for granted. My man was sexy, smart and he showered me with attention. I was one happy fat chick! 

You’ve got no idea what it’s like to feel loved when you’ve been told you’re ugly and worthless your whole life. When I attended Saint William Academy, I actually got stood up by my prom date, an Irish guy named Sean Patterson. In college, I was invisible to the sexy hockey players and handsome basketball studs whom I lusted after. And here comes Jeffrey, a guy who seems to genuinely like me. He came from a nice family too. His father Adam Jean-Pierre is a police officer in the city of Toronto. His mother Jeannette Jean-Pierre works as a teacher at one of the local high schools. His older brother Wilson is an accountant and his sister Alexandra is a corrections officer. I met all of them at a nice Caribbean restaurant which Jeffrey took me. Jeffrey’s family were really nice to me. They didn’t seem to mind that their favourite son was dating a fat white chick. I assured his mother and sister that I loved him and would never do anything to hurt him. 

A lot of Black women don’t like it when their sons or brothers date outside the race. I understood Jeffrey’s mom’s fears. A lot of crazy white women have been known to get innocent Black men into trouble. Look what nearly happened to NBA superstar Kobe Bryant a few years ago. Jeffrey’s mom was right to beware of crazy white sluts. The lady did not want her son to get hurt. I just wanted her to see that I was different. I sat with her and we talked inside the restaurant. I assured her that I wasn’t a drama queen or a jealous hussy. I wasn’t a violent psycho. And I wasn’t a gold digger either. I work hard for a living. I have my own money. I actually own the house where I live. I meet my mortgage payments every month. I do alright for myself. I’m very much a modern woman. My only issue was with love. I’m approaching thirty and no guy has ever kissed me or held my hand. No guy has ever made love to me or told me I was pretty. At least not until I met Jeffrey. He meant the world to me. I’d be foolish to do anything that could ruin my relationship with him. I made sure Jeff’s mom and I understood each other. When we were done she smiled at me and gave us her blessing. I was so happy I almost cried. 

Jeffrey and I went to Toronto for Spring Break Vacation. And it was there that we made love for the first time. We got busy in our hotel room. I knelt before my sexy Black man and fastened my big lips to his long and thick ( nine inches of pure masculine power ), uncircumcised Black cock and began sucking on it like my life depended on it. Jeff was a bit self-conscious about being uncut. He told me some women didn’t like him for being like that. I happen to like uncircumcised men. A lot of interracial porn I watch is made in Brazil where most guys are uncut. I gently stroked Jeff’s balls as I sucked his dick. I sucked my beloved until he came, shooting his cum all over my face. Some women find it offensive when a man shoots his cum all over their face. Not me. I delighted in pleasing Jeffrey. He was awesome. Afterwards, we kissed passionately. 

Jeff spread my big white thighs and began licking and fingering my pussy. I almost passed out as he began pleasuring me. I’d seen men lick women’s pussies in porno movies I watched on my laptop. Yes, I am a fat white chick who likes porn. I collect interracial porn DVDs. If you don’t like it, you can kiss my fat white ass. Jeff fingered me, driving me absolutely nuts. I never thought I’d experience such pleasure. When I came, Jeff licked me and let me taste myself by shoving his fingers into my mouth. Oh, yeah. I love this man! He’s absolutely wonderful and knows how to make this lady feel really, really good! 

Afterwards, we fell asleep. Well, he fell asleep. I was fascinated by Jeff’s gorgeous features as he slept. I love Black men. This isn’t a fetish. I think Black men are awesome. The world treats them like shit yet they always hold their heads high, like Kings. They’re absolutely amazing. And they never surrender to adversity. I have always found strong Black men like President Barack Obama, actor Danny Glover and writer Henry Louis Gates to be amazing. Their ability to rise in spite of the deep racism of North American society amazes me. Black men are Kings in my eyes. I’m so glad one of them found me worthy of his love. 

Over the course of our vacation, Jeffrey and I had a lot of bedroom fun together. He relieved me of my virginity. We’d been making out on the bed and I basically begged him to fuck me. I told him I was finally ready. I even bought us some condoms. Jeffrey liked the sound of that. My favourite Black man took control of me. Just the way I liked it. Yeah, I’m a submissive and he’s my dominant. He took me to the edge. Just spread my legs that night and shoved his dick inside my pussy. When he penetrated me, I felt a slight pain but welcomed it. I wrapped my arms around him as he made love to me. He fucked me good, drilling his cock deep into my pussy. I cried out in pleasure. This was too much fun. 

Since that day, I’ve basically become a sex addict. Ask Jeffrey if you don’t believe me. I want his dick inside of me all the time. And not just in my pussy. I take it in every hole now. Mouth, pussy and asshole. And my man loves me for it. I love to get on all fours and spread my fat white ass cheeks for Jeff. He comes up behind me, hard dick in hand, ready to fuck me in the ass. Oh, man. I love getting fucked in the ass. Jeffrey lubricated my asshole, then shoved his dick inside. The moment his cock penetrated my ass, I sighed in pleasure. Gripping my wide hips, Jeffrey began pumping his cock into my asshole. I love the feel of his big Black dick up my asshole. He fucks me hard until he shoots his cum deep inside my asshole. Afterwards, I’m only too happy to suck his dick clean. I love tasting myself on his dick after he fucks me. It’s awesome. 

Jeffrey and I are really kinky together. He asked me to buy a strap-on dildo and fuck him with it. I didn’t mind. Like I said before, I’m the horniest chick on the planet. I’ve got years and years of sexual frustration to relieve. So you had better believe that I wore the strap-on dildo and fucked Jeff with it. I put him on all fours and spread his ass cheeks wide open. Then I eased the dildo into his asshole. I shoved the dildo up Jeff’s ass. He screams as I fuck him. I lovingly bury the strap-on dildo deep into his ass. I make him scream. Jeff squeals as I fuck him hard. I pump his ass until his cock shoots a load of cum. I pull the dildo out of his ass and then suck his dick. Jeff pulls me into his arms and kisses me. He tells me that he loves me. Well, I love him too. He brought light, life and energy in my cold and dreary world. We’re an interracial couple living in the city of Ottawa. We fuck each other every chance we get. Oh, yeah. We’re buying condoms and lube by the barrel at the nearby pharmacy. Our neighbours are always complaining about how much noise we make while having sex. I think it’s because they’re envious. We’re in love. We’re happy. And we fuck a lot. And you know what? Personally, I wouldn’t have it any other way. 



White Women are Goddesses Ch. 13



My name is Rose Darwin. I’m a six-foot-tall, slender young woman of Irish descent living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. I have red hair and pale green eyes. People say I remind them of a younger version of the actress Julianne Moore. I don’t know about that but whatever. I am a third-year student at Carleton University. I major in psychology. I’m openly gay, and I like to have fun in the city. The life is lead might seem extreme to some of you but I don’t really care. In this world, some of us dominate and some of us submit. Those who can’t lead must follow. 

I learned that very early on in life. My father, Franklin Darwin was a soldier in the armed forces of Canada. My mother, Julie James Darwin was a schoolteacher. They had to adapt to a lot of changes in the province of Quebec where we lived. Quebec was changing, with a lot of African, Asian and Hispanic immigrants moving in from outside the country. My parents had nothing against hard-working immigrants. However, a lot of lazy bastards and bitches came to Canada to live as freeloaders. And some were downright crooks. My parents watched our neighbourhood change from a beautiful, peaceful, family-friendly place into a frigging ghetto. I grew up in a diverse neighbourhood. I knew hard-working and respectable men and women who were Black, Asian and Hispanic. I also met many crooks. Couldn’t stand them. 

I have no respect for anyone who’s lazy or dumb. And I can’t stand people who play the gay card, the race card or the gender card to get their way. I don’t care if you’re male or female, Black or white, straight or gay. If you want to get anywhere in this life, you’ve got to work for it. Go to school. Get a good job. Get a decent place to live. Stay out of trouble. Associate with hard-working, driven people who share your beliefs rather than hanging out with loud-mouthed losers. Stay away from creeps. Oh, and last but not least, don’t be stupid. It’s expensive to be stupid. Especially in North America. So don’t do it. I have zero sympathy for stupid people. 

Take Shari Jean for example. She’s a short, skinny and very dark-skinned Black woman in her early thirties. She’s my roommate and also my very willing house servant. Like a lot of Black women from the North American inner city, she’s got a foul mouth and likes to make noise. The bitch actually thought she could intimidate me with her bossy, pushy ways. I don’t let myself get intimidated by anyone, male or female, Black or white. I am the boss of me, and I allow no one to disrespect me. Shari Jean is one of those lazy sluts who live off the generous welfare system of Canada. The bitch doesn’t have a job, nor is she looking for one. I can’t stand people like her. And I wasn’t about to let her mooch off me. Shari Jean has mooched off enough people in her life. First she mooched off her parents, then her friends and her myriad boyfriends. Now she was mooching off the Canadian government, playing the race card and the gender card by portraying herself as a hapless minority to get their sympathy dollars. 

Well, that bitch would get zero sympathy from me. I told Shari that I expected her to pay her share of the rent, and that I wasn’t taking any shit from her. A lot of Black women I’ve met seem to think they’re all that. They’ve got big butts, big tits and big lips seemingly made for fucking. However, they’re not too bright. They think us white chicks are meek and easy to push around. I don’t take shit from anybody. The first time Shari got out of line, I had to put the bitch in her place. I grabbed her and told her that if she ever disrespected me again, I’d kick her ass and then throw her out of my apartment. Let her rude ass stay in a homeless shelter for all I care. Shari was stunned. I guess she wasn’t used to white women talking to her like that. Whatever. See what I mean about loud-mouthed Black sluts thinking they’re invincible? 

Anyhow, after that day, Shari learned how to handle herself around me. As the primary breadwinner of the household, I had some expectations from the person I allowed to live with me. I wanted her money upfront the first week of every month. Also, I expected her to cook and clean. Her lazy ass didn’t have Jack to do all day. So she might as well make herself useful. Shari quickly learned to adjust to my demands. I am quite pleased with the way that I handle things with her. Pretty soon I broke her down completely and remade her. I wanted to change her from a loud-mouthed, arrogant and lazy Black slut into a decent member of society. Someone who mattered. So I tested her mental and physical skills to find out what she was good at. You see, I wanted to help her get a job. What I discovered shocked the living daylights out of me. You see, I found out what Shari was good at. The only thing she was good at, in fact. What am I talking about? Okay, here goes nothing. The only thing Shari Jean, was apparently good at, is serving me. 

This posed quite a dilemma. However, it opened up a lot of opportunities for both of us. I offered Shari Jean a job. She could be my servant. My house servant. And she seemed cool with that. Lots of Black women have been the house servants of young white women like myself for ages. Shari seemed perfectly comfortable in her new role. She cooked and cleaned for me. And she kept my apartment neat. I even brought her a black and white maid outfit, along with a maid’s hat. She answers when I ring the bell and comes to me immediately. I think we’re both very comfortable with this arrangement. Shari Jean is quite proud of herself now that she’s found something she’s apparently good at. I’m glad. We all have something we’re born to do in this life. It’s called an avocation. I helped Shari Jean find her avocation. 

Sometimes, we have fun together. Shari doesn’t mind getting on her knees and sucking my toes. Other times I spread my creamy white thighs and allow her to lick my pussy. When she does it right, I tell her. When she does it wrong, I smack her like the bitch she is. When I’m feeling particularly freaky, I put on my thick strap-on dildo and take her for a ride. I put her on all fours and make her suck my dildo. Then I spread her skinny legs and shove my dildo up her pussy. I love looking into my Black slut’s eyes while fucking her. Shari loves getting fucked by a dominant white woman like myself. She takes my dildo in every hole now. Mouth, pussy and asshole. I love to shove my dildo into her asshole after spanking her big Black ass. Afterwards, I order her to clean my dildo with her tongue and she does it happily. See? I told you she was a wonderful house servant! 

I am quite pleased with how things have turned out. Shari is a wonderful house servant. She knows her place. My friends who sometimes visit me from the University of Carleton are amazed at how docile and pliant Shari has become. They remember when she used to be a loud-mouthed, arrogant slut. They praise my skills as a dominant woman. I accept their praise happily. I’m thinking of launching a business. There are plenty of young women like Shari in the city of Ottawa. I’m thinking of recruiting them, training them and then hiring them out as house servants to wealthy white female friends of mine. Many white lesbians I know simply love the idea. I’m going to have so much fun with this. It’s going to be cool.