Hello, there. My name is Eileen Bernard. I'm a six-foot-tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm filthy rich, and also openly gay. Presently, I'm having some fun with my bitches. Who are my bitches? Sholonda Tate and Tanisha Holloway Brown, two plump, big-bottomed and very dark-skinned black female prostitutes I hired to entertain me for the evening. I wanted to experiment with interracial domination and ebony submission. I paid them three grand each to make my fantasy come true. And they did not disappoint.
I sat on my couch while Sholonda Tate and Tanisha Holloway Brown busied themselves cleaning my house. I live in a mansion along Commonwealth Avenue and it needs constant maintenance. Sholonda and Tanisha were both naked as they busied themselves cleaning the place. I got up, and told them they missed a spot. Then I pulled on the leash and yanked them toward me. For you see, Sholonda and Tanisha both have restricting collars around their necks and I hold them by a leash. Yeah, cause they're my bitches and I own them for the whole frigging night.
I got up and delivered a solid whack to Tanisha's huge black butt with my cane. The big black woman gasped in shock and looked at me with venom in her eyes but said nothing. I noticed that Sholonda looked at me a little too long and I whacked her across the face with the back of my hand. She gritted her teeth and said nothing. They called me Mistress and apologized for their foolishness. Satisfied with their submission, I smiled. I can't tell you how much fun I'm having by dominating these big black women. They're usually so loud and so full of themselves. Well, they're not looking so tough now, are they? I smiled. My pussy was getting all wet just looking at them. I love fucking women, especially black women. And I also enjoy humiliating and dominating them in the most vicious way possible. That's just the way I get down, I guess.
My first sexual experience took place when I was a freshman at Northeastern University back in 1998. I was nineteen years old. My roommate was a tall, beautiful young black woman named Jessica Wellington. She came from the island nation of Dominica and had transferred to Northeastern University from Bay State University. The first time I laid eyes on her, I felt powerfully drawn to her. She was the first woman I found myself attracted to. An out-and-proud black lesbian who played on the Northeastern University women's ice hockey team. Jessica was everything I wasn't. Proud. Confident. Smart. I guess you could say I wanted to be her. In the end, I just wanted her. I professed my love for her, and she turned me down. Jessica said she didn't go out with lily-white women like myself. Shattered my heart into a billion tiny pieces. I was broken. This filled me with a blazing hatred for black women.
Black folks are always saying they've got it tough. And in many ways they do. However, sometimes they can be more prejudiced than they care to admit. Here I was, a young woman in love, baring my heart to the beautiful black woman I loved and she turned me down because of my race. This tall, proud black lesbian didn't date white women. And she made no apologies for it. If I said anything of the kind, I would be considered the most racist person on the planet. The politically correct crowd would tar and feather me. Yeah, that's life in politically correct America. A rich young white woman had her heart broken by the black woman she loved because the black woman simply couldn't see past color, to the aching and wanting person within. See what I mean? Discrimination comes in all forms and from all sides.