Hello again. My name is Jack. I'm a 32 year old white guy who is submissive and physically attracted to Black Women. I met Alexa who wanted to be called Alex in a bar because I caught her staring at me. Not because I am so wonderful to look at...but I'm not that bad, Really!... but because I looked very much like her dead spouse. She introduced herself and we talked. Alex recognized I was submissive. When I asked her how she knew, she said it was because I kept staring at her muscular body builder arms and not her breasts. That might be, but I also suspect that it was because she had been married to a white submissive and knew the signs.
Alex is a striking woman. Black, dark skinned, with a strange but exotic mix of feminine and masculine traits. She had bodybuilder arms and her hair was cut in a short masculine style, but a pretty feminine face, with a large sexy ass and breasts. I found her very attractive, and I found her ideas on relationships almost identical to my own.
Alex's late spouse, who died in a traffic accident, was her slave. He had accepted her as his goddess and he loved it when she expressed her superiority with symbolic acts of dominance, like spitting on his face, making him lick her asshole, farting in his face, or drinking her piss. On his part, he loved performing these acts as symbolic acts of submission to her superiority and authority, because he loved her.
On her part she loved that he had given himself freely to her. Had gladly accepted her ownership of him and her right to own him because she was a superior black woman and he an inferior white man. Black supremacy, female superiority, white slavery, and love were the foundation their relationship was built on, and she did love him and did want him to be happy in his role as her property. She wanted him to know he was loved and cherished even while she pissed on his face. She decided that he was going to be her wife, and she his Black Bull in a loving marriage.
She asked me if I could handle that and when I said, "yes, and more", she said "Prove it. Open your mouth." Then right there at the bar, where anyone might see, she spit in my mouth.
This kind of public display of submission was a new experience for me, and an exciting one. My dick had gotten hard while she described her relationship with her late spouse, but when she publicly spit in my mouth, I almost came in my pants. I wondered if this sort of exhibitionism was a one shot 'seal the deal' moment, or something she enjoyed and I could expect more of. I hoped it was the later as I now realized submitting to a Black woman in public was something I'd enjoy.
Then she said the words I always wanted to hear, but never thought I would,
"I own you white boy! I'm taking you home with me. I need to pee and the restrooms here are filthy. I have a new toilet I can't wait to use."
We left the bar an grabbed a cab. Her place turned out to be a high rise luxury apartment building in a nice part of town. We went into the lobby but instead of heading to the bank of six elevators that serviced the building, we went around a corner into a small alcove that held a single elevator. Alex put her thumb on a pad and the door slid open. "Private elevator" she said, "Get in."
The elevator only had two buttons marked up & down. Alex punched the up button and the car shot upward at an impressive rate of speed. "Tall buildings need fast elevators'', she explained. When the door slid open I found myself in a short hallway that had only one door. Alex put her thumb on another pad and I heard a clanking thud. Alex opened the door and we entered.
"Holy shit" I said when I saw the inside. It was a huge rectangle. Maybe 150 feet by 75. I saw a big kitchen tucked away in one corner, a floor to ceiling TV maybe 20 feet wide surrounded by two couches and several chairs in another corner. There were numerous doors leading to bedrooms and bathrooms, and maybe game rooms, I guessed.
"I have the whole top floor", Alex said, "Nice huh".
"Nice?" I muttered. "Try incredible. The monthly rent on this place must cost you more than a lot of people make in a year."
"Nah," she replied. "It doesn't cost me anything. I own the building."
