Right now, I'm having the time of my life. What am I doing? Introducing a strong, mature Black woman named Mathilda Jean to the joys of Race Play and Interracial Lesbian BDSM. It's what she wants, deep down. That's why I've got her on all fours, face down and ass up, as I spank her big Black ass. My name is Joy O'Shea and this here is my story. I'm a five-foot-ten, slim and red-haired, alabaster-skinned Irishwoman living in the suburb of Orleans near Ottawa in Ontario. I'm queer, really into BDSM and quite dominant. And I love Black women. I just never thought my best friend and former lover Christine's mother Mathilda would be one of my Black Female Submissives. Oh, well. You just never know what people are into these days.
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I met the lovely Mathilda Jean a few days ago. She's a professor of literature at the local Community College. A big and tall Black woman with a loud voice and truly authoritative manner. Her daughter Christine Jean, a slim, short-haired and absolutely gorgeous young Black woman, has been my best friend for a while. We're both sophomores at Carleton University.
I'm one hundred percent gay and Christine is exploring her bisexuality. We've fooled around a few times. She's terrific in bed. Since she comes from a deeply conservative Afro-Caribbean family, we kept our tryst on the down low. A lot of closeted gay and bisexual women are hooking up with Female friends, classmates and roommates left right at Carleton University. We're the most gay campus in the city. Christine and I have a lot of fun together. And nobody has to know because it's our damn business.
Christine Jean is one kinky slut, folks. She's really into BDSM and has a Submissive streak the length of the Eiffel Tower. I'm happy to help her explore it. Sometimes, I order her to get naked. I love the sight of a naked Black woman. Gets me all wet just thinking about it. I like to bend Christine over and spank her big Black ass. Other times, I finger her asshole and make her suck my strap-on dildo. She's such a good cock sucker. Most bisexual women are.
I smack her face and berate her while she sucks on my strap-on. Other times, I fuck her doggy-style, slamming my dildo hard into her pussy. I own that pussy and she knows it. Christine and I have a lot of fun together. I don't mind that she sleeps with guys on the side. We're fuck buddies not soul mates. I don't have the chronic jealousy/insecurity thing that bisexual women seem to bring out in dykes. Seriously. I like to hook up with women without drama. It's totally my thing.     One day, Christine invited me to spend a couple of days at her house. I was okay with that. Her family was nice, for the most part. Her father Derek is a lawyer and her mother Mathilda is a college professor. Her younger brother Jones is a high school football star. The only person in the family who didn't like me was Mathilda, Christine's mom. The big and tall, busty and big-bottomed, mature Black woman clearly didn't think Christine and I were just friends. It was written all over her face.
I don't blame her. Everything about me screams dyke. I've got short hair, tattoos and I like to dress like a guy. I work as a security guard at Saint Laurent Mall to make a few bucks. Nobody will ever accuse me of being the most feminine woman on the block. Still, I don't know why Christine's mom had to be such a bitch around me. Mathilda is definitely one of those loud-mouthed, arrogant Black women I'd only seen in television shows, B-movies and occasionally the local bus. I didn't quite know how to handle her.       Still, if Mathilda thought I was going to stop being me simply because I was spending a couple of days at her house, she had another thing coming. I am not the type of person to engage in unnecessary confrontations but I don't let women or men walk all over me. One day, while Christine was out, I had a talk with her mom. Mathilda was cooking in the kitchen, wearing a Black T-shirt and what could only be called booty shorts. For a moment she looked so hot and tempting that I found myself a bit distracted. However, I got hold of myself and asked her why she was so aloof and distant to me. I've treated Christine's whole family with respect.
I really have. I mind my manners when I'm at other people's house. Especially my friends. So what was her problem? Mathilda crossed her arms and looked me up and down. It is hard not to feel intimidated when this big and tall Black woman stares at you. I met her stare, and waited. Mathilda told me that she knew her daughter Christine and I were more than friends. I wasn't surprised that she knew.
I've never really gone out of my way to hide what I am or what I feel. I am a gay woman. I accept it. I don't care what the world thinks of me. The world is full of morons anyway. I am fond of Christine. Not going to deny it. I told Mathilda what her daughter and I did together was nobody's business but our own. Mathilda laughed, and told me that I was a spunky one. I nodded. I've got to have spunk. It's not easy being a Butch woman in Ottawa. Everyone tries to push you around. Including the gorgeous mothers of women you've slept with.