Hey, there. My name is Geneva Ambrose. A six-foot-three, busty and big-bottomed, dark-skinned, twenty-something Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I am a state police officer. And one of the toughest chicks you will ever meet. At night, I am a BDSM fanatic. Does that surprise you? It really shouldn't. There are lots of Black men and Black women in the world of BDSM. Hell, there are Hispanics, Asians and even Arabs who are into it. It's not just for kinky white people in suburbia.
I was introduced to the world of BDSM by one of my professors while attending Anderson College in downtown Boston. Her name was Ramona Sanchez. A tall, lean and sexy woman of African-American and Mexican descent. A seriously gorgeous gal. I was twenty at the time and she was thirty two. I was an out and proud lesbian even back then. She was a recently divorced gal trying to get her feet wet in the lesbian dating pool. We had a lot of fun together. I miss her, and her whip. She was unbelievably cool. We were having red-hot lesbian sex right under the administration's noses. Ah, those were the days.
Right now, I'm a submissive Black woman desperately looking for a dominatrix. Does it surprise you that a strong Black woman can be a sexual submissive in the world of BDSM? It shouldn't. We all have a way of getting off. You have yours and I got mine. Pure and simple. And today, I'm meeting my new mistress for some wicked hot fun. She loves inflicting some deliciously hot pain on me and I absolutely love receiving it. We are a match made in interracial lesbian BDSM heaven.
After my relationship with Mistress Ramona Sanchez ended, I looked long and hard for a new mistress. I sought one online and also in personal ads in newspapers. I was growing desperate when the ad was finally answered by someone promising. To my great surprise, the person who answered the ad lived in Brockton. My very own city. Wow. I had to meet this woman. Her name was Linda Sands and she was a forty-something, red-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman. A married woman no less. One of those uptight society types I couldn't stand yet nevertheless occasionally found myself attracted to. Linda Sands invited me to her house while her husband and sons were away at a football game. We got to know each other real well, and agreed to hook up on the sly for a few erotic domination sessions.
Linda Sands didn't look like a whip-smart dominatrix at first glance. Standing five-foot-two, and weighing only about one hundred and ten pounds. She seemed rather frail. Like one of those middle-aged white housewives from the suburbs who throw cocktail parties while their hubbies are away. She didn't look tough. Especially standing next to me. Yet inside she was wicked, and devious. And she looked stunning in a black leather dress and red leather corset. And she would dominate the hell out of me. I've never met a woman as bossy as her, honest. I liked that about her.