Six months earlier.
Thomas Dawkins drove his sleek BMW through the streets of Charleston, on his way to the wealthy white neighborhood where he had just purchased a large and expensive home two weeks earlier. He smiled to himself. Thomas Dawkins was a rich black man. At Harvard he was a champion weightlifter and his coal black skin stretched over an impressive mass of sculpted muscle. At a height of six feet four inches, his handsome face and green eyes was almost overwhelming to people when they first met him. But there was something about Thomas Dawkins no one knew. He was one of the New Kings.
The New Kings was a secret organization of black men, wealthy black men, that wanted to promote the domination of white society by black men. It had started as a group of friends who noticed how some black men, like Thomas Dawkins, seemed to be able to gain the devotion of any white women he chose to take as his lover. It seemed only natural to take it one step further and make the white woman his slave. The New Kings used their money to establish a program of white woman enslavement that worked amazingly well. They employed a full time researcher who used the resources of the internet, tax information and local gossip, to identify women who were
vulnerable and ready for a rich black man to sweep them off their feet, and eventually make them his slave. At the age of twenty-eight Thomas Dawkins had been using his talents to subjugate women for years, and he had not yet tired of it. Now he drove home to his newest conquest, Angela Brown.
Angela Brown was the favorite type for the New Kings. She was a pretty white woman who married her high school sweetheart and lived a very conventional life until life's tragedies left her middle aged and penniless, feeling depressed and useless, ready to meet a rich, black man that could make her feel alive again. And Thomas Dawkins did. After her husband's bad investments and ultimate suicide, she was without money, without a job, and without friends or family. At the age of forty two she was still very pretty, and her body boasted the proud curves of round thirty eight inch breasts, and a firm ass that only recently began to gain a little too much weight.
So when Thomas Dawkins called her to offer her a job as his personal secretary she did not hesitate. When they met and she saw the beautiful home owned by the rich handsome black man
with the intoxicating green eyes, she was speechless. Growing up in Charleston, she had never been friends with black people, and never worked for one. And Thomas Dawkins was so charming, and made her laugh, as he took her to the nicest restaurants, only occasionally asking her to write a letter for him, or organize his papers. She had never felt this happy, so when he told her after a few days he was leaving for Jamaica, she did something she thought she would never do; she seduced a black man. They went to Jamaica together and she fell in love with this man who taught her things about sex she had never known, especially the pleasure of sucking his cock,
which she came to love, as she loved him.
Now she sat in his living room, watching TV and dreaming about how wonderful she felt that morning when Thomas fucked her. Since returning from Jamaica she had moved in to Thomas' house and left the shabby apartment she rented. The few dollars she had saved, she gave to Thomas. She was so flattered that this young man wanted her, and she wanted to be with him all the time. Like any rich, young man, he was very dominant and self-assured about everything he did, and she had realized how much she wanted that. A strong man in her life. So when he told her to clean the house, she cleaned the house. When he told her to make dinner, she made dinner. But today he told her to scrub the garage floor. She thought he must be kidding. She would not scrub the garage floor.
She heard Thomas drive his BMW into the garage, and soon he came through the door and into the living room where Angela sat.
"Hi baby" She said, suddenly surprised by his look of anger. She had never seen him angry before.
"We need to talk" He said very calmly as he sat on the sofa next to her. "I told you to scrub the garage floor and you did not do it"
Angela's mind raced. She did not want him to be angry, she did not know what to say. Did he really expect her to scrub the garage floor?
He could see the confusion in her face. "You don't need to say anything, just listen. You're a little too old to not know I'm the boss. And you're a little to old to not be punished when you don't obey. Otherwise, maybe you're a little too old for me." He looked into her eyes so intensely she squirmed, and looked at the floor.
"Now, this is what you are going to do. You are going to strip, go to my closet and bring me my black belt. Then you are going to bend over the arm of this sofa and I will belt whip you until you have learned your lesson." He said without emotion.
She began to cry, half in confusion, half in anger. How could he say such a thing to her?
"Or you can leave" he said "I don't have the patience for selfish little girls." Now Angela was hurt. How could he let her go so casually. She did not know what to do, and yet she could not sit there with his eyes burning into her. She ran to the front door, and out onto the sidewalk. She needed to think. What was he saying? She began to walk, her blouse and shorts already damp in the July heat of Charleston. She walked and thought for almost an hour before returning to the house. They needed to discuss this issue in their relationship.
The house was dark and Thomas was gone. The computer code for the door lock was changed.
Angela began to worry that he was still angry with her, but she decided to wait, there on the door
step. It grew dark. She realized she had no money and no place to go. She was forty two for God Sakes, she thought, why is she getting a man like Thomas angry. If she could just talk to him she was sure everything would be alright. It began getting late and she went for another walk, to kill time until he returned. When she came back to the house she was glad to see the lights were on.
She knocked on the door, and when Thomas opened the door she could see a young girl standing behind him, the smooth skin of her arm encircling his muscular chest.
Angela's world came crashing down. What had she done? She threw away the best thing she ever had. Of course he was with another woman. A man like that could have another woman whenever he wanted. She became hysterical.
"Please Thomas, please take me back. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." she pleaded. "I will do whatever you say. Always. I promise."
