My name is Kendra Jones. I'm a six-foot-tall, curvy and big-bottomed, dark-skinned Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. These days, I'm a student at Barrack College, a historically Black private school located at the heart of the City of Champions. In the eyes of the world, I am a strong Black woman. Captain of the Women's Wrestling Squad at my school. I'm undefeated in the 180-pound weight class. I recently defeated stalwart female wrestlers from rival schools like Oklahoma City University, Jamestown University and others.
What I'm about to reveal to you would absolutely stun my friends and family members if they knew. We all lead secret lives and have secret desires. I'm simply more extreme than most. You see, my fetish isn't something most women or men can relate to. I'm into Race Play. Domination and submission games between consenting women and men ( or women and women) with a racial flair, if you will. I like to be dominated by white women. I also like it when they berate me and boss me around. I don't know why but it seems to be the only way I can get off. Weird, huh? Yeah, I thought so too.
Finding the right person to become my dominatrix wasn't easy. I found this gorgeous, forty-something white woman named Ruby Wendell. She's from the Republic of South Africa. Ruby Wendell describes herself in her online profile at the BDSM forum as a dominant woman who loves to bring pain to others. She's also got a thing for young Black women and likes to tame them. Wow. That might put off a lot of women on the forum but it really turned me on. I emailed Ruby Wendell and we began chatting online. Before long, we were talking on the phone. I learned quite a bit about her. Ruby Wendell was born and raised in South Africa during the days of the evil regime of Apartheid. She was born to a wealthy English family and lived in the city of Johannesburg. In her house, she had lots of Black servants. Mostly young Black women from surrounding communities. When Apartheid ended in South Africa and a Black man was elected President of that mighty African nation, Ruby Wendell and her family left the country.
Now, Ruby was quite frank about herself. She told me that she found most Black women to be naturally submissive deep down. They only acted tough and belligerent in public to hide their insecurities. Now, I disagreed with her since I considered myself a strong Black woman. I'm the daughter of an African-American heart surgeon and a college professor. I grew up in a middle class home in a quietly affluent and very diverse part of the city of Brockton. I considered Black women to be the equals of White women and anyone else for that matter. Ruby Wendell chuckled softly on the phone. Then she told me that deep down, I knew I was wrong. As a young Black woman I was naturally subservient to mature White women. The only people in the world who could tame unruly Black women like myself. When I asked Ruby how she felt about Black men, she told me she found them strong and sexy. I wondered aloud at that. Ruby told me she had many Black male lovers growing up. And she even supported Black male students in their fight against the Apartheid Regime of South Africa. She didn't consider herself a racist. She simply had issues with Black women. In her South African farm, she never hired any Black men because she didn't want them to suffer. The only Black males she hired did clerical work for her. The hard labor in her South African farm was done by the Black women. She found Black men very appealing. Her wrath was reserved for the Black women. I was stunned. This woman was insane, yet what she said turned me on a great deal.
Ruby Wendell and I continued to talk. Night after night we argued constantly. I found her revolting, yet I was also attracted to her. One day, we agreed to meet. As it turns out, Ruby Wendell lived in the Dorchester Area of Metropolitan Boston. I was really surprised by that fact. Dorchester is a mostly African-American neighborhood, though some Caucasians, Hispanics and Asians have been moving in for the past few years. I met Ruby Wendell in a nice restaurant in Dorchester. Not far from the newly remodeled Ashmont Train Station and the Wright Bank. She surprised me, to tell you the truth. Ruby was so friendly and generous to the mostly Black and mostly male staff of this authentic African restaurant. Whenever a Black woman walked by, she gazed at the woman coldly. I found Ruby fascinating. A middle-aged white woman who loved Black men and had a strong dislike of Black women. Now I've seen everything.
