My name is Laurel Katherine Henderson. A six-foot-three, blonde-haired and green-eyed, sturdy and very voluptuous Englishwoman living in the great city of Boston, Massachusetts. I've been in the United States of America ever since I was nineteen years old. I recently earned my Master's degree in Business Administration from Boston College at the age of twenty five. That was in June of 2008. I now work for the Smith & Grace Corporation, one of the biggest shipping magnates in New England. Lately, life has been good. Yes, there's a recession and the U.S. economy is in the crapper but many of us have not only survived it but found ways to thrive.
I've done well for myself ever since I started working for Smith & Grace. They're such a big, wealthy company. Forty eight thousand employees nationwide. Offices in Boston, New York, Philadelphia, Los Angeles, Aspen and Austin. I'm one of seventeen female executives among the company's one hundred and forty employees in the Boston Office. There are twenty eight male executives. I outperform everyone, male and female executives alike. And I'm doing fine. The men I work with are okay for the most part. Most of the women at the office hate me for being what I am. Smart. Capable. Pretty. And ruthless. That's okay because I am more than capable of handling myself when dealing with them. I've been with the company for less than a year and I'm already on the fast track. And no, I didn't sleep my way to the top. I work smart, not hard. And it made a big difference in my career so far.
I live in a nice townhouse located in Boston's Back Bay. And things have been alright lately. So much that I found time and money to indulge my secret passions. You see, I bisexual. As in sexually and emotionally attracted to both women and men. And my all-time greatest sexual fantasy is to completely dominate people. And not just any people. Black men and Black women. I am a White woman who gets off on dominating Black men and Black women. Is that wrong? I don't think so. We've all got to have our kicks somehow, right? I've got a thing for interracial domination and submission. And yes, I am a BDSM fanatic. I'm a control freak. And I'm damn proud of it. If you don't like it, you can kiss my big White ass.
To that end, I've hired a couple of people to play the part of my slaves while I indulged my fantasy of being a White female plantation owner in the mid-1800s South. What can I say? It's the only way I get off. Presently, I'm having some fun with my Black female slave. Her name is Sholonda Odoms but she responds to the term Bitch. She's on all fours, with a collar fixed around her neck. Attached to the collar is a long leash and I'm holding that leash. Sholonda Odoms, my own personal Bitch, has been ordered to lick my boots while I smoke and she does just that. Sitting on my couch and she kneels before me and obeys me, I smile wickedly.
Sholonda Odoms is a six-foot-tall, heavyset and big-bottomed Black woman from the city of Atlanta, down in Georgia. She came to the city of Boston looking for work after graduating from Spellman College with a degree in Art History. Unfortunately for her, someone forgot to tell the Bitch that no one was hiring these days. Especially sassy fat Black women with an attitude problem like her. What company would want to hire someone like her? Seriously. Crazy Black women who were prone to anger scared the hell out of the men and women of corporate America. From what I gather, even Black corporate men are afraid of these crazy Black women. Somehow, Sholonda ended up living alone in a shabby little apartment. Also, to pay the rent she turned to waiting tables. And when she got canned for giving an attitude to the customers, she turned to hooking on the streets.
Down in the filthy slums of Dorchester on a street corner, that's where I met her. I offered her two hundred bucks to come with me. I bet she was surprised when I approached her. Women who looked like me didn't waste time talking to the likes of her. She looked me up and down, and pegged me for some kind of wealthy White lesbian who had jungle fever. If that's what she thought I was, I guess that's what I'll be for her. I took her for a ride in my Lincoln town car, and that's how the adventure began. When you're assessing someone, it's best to make them comfortable. It can lead to them relaxing, and you will catch them in a moment of inattention. That's how they make themselves vulnerable. And that's how you get them.
I took Sholonda Odoms out for dinner, and we actually started to have a good time together. I learned a bit more about her. She was smart, and came from a halfway decent family. Her father Ivan was a farmer and her mother Eileen was a schoolteacher. we had a couple of drinks, and a few laughs. By the time the evening was drawing to a close, Sholonda was smitten with me. She wondered aloud how come a beautiful White woman like me needed to pay a Black woman for sex. I almost told her that it was hard to find a Black woman who would let me dominate and demean her as I got my rocks off simply because we were dating. I'm a bisexual White woman who frequents Black female sex workers because I've got no choice. I need to satisfy these urges of mine and this is basically the only way I know how.
