"Samuel, what you've got in mind is a bit extreme, but I'm glad you came to me," Wendy said, and the tall, slender, blonde-haired, 'mature' Walmart customer service manager looked at the big and tall, dark-skinned young black man who stood before her, a shy smile on his handsome face. We are definitely exploring new territory here, Wendy thought wickedly.
For over a year now, Wendy and Samuel had been seeing each other. They met at the Walmart where Samuel worked as a security guard, and Wendy was the leader of the customer service team. Somehow, the two of them struck a friendship, which soon turned into more. Samuel and Wendy got involved, and a passionate, kinky and at times disturbing world opened up for them both...
"Yes, Mistress Wendy, I've admitted to myself that I like race play, and being dominated by white women of a certain age turns me on," Samuel said with a deep sigh, and Wendy nodded. As was her custom, Wendy gave her lover/sub a hug and a kiss before they began their activities. Things were about to get steamy in Samuel's apartment in the west end of Ottawa, Ontario.
"You're amazing," Wendy said, and then she grabbed Samuel by the balls, forcing the big and tall young black man to his knees. Samuel winced, and looked up at Wendy, who was in full dominatrix mode even though she still wore the blue Walmart work-shirt and light blue jeans which she always wore to work. Deceptively frail-looking this one, Samuel thought, both aroused and scared at the same time.
"I am your humble slave," Samuel said, and Wendy grinned, her blue eyes frosty, and she slapped him hard across the face. Samuel winced, and then smiled up at her, his cheek stinging. For as long as he could remember, Samuel had been fascinated by bossy white women of a certain age. The sexy young white women at his college campus who threw themselves at the young black men didn't fascinate him nearly as much as, say, their mothers...
"Damn right you are, Samuel, you're my fucking slave and I'm your white mistress, you are going to do as I say, or else," Wendy hissed at Samuel, who nodded sagely. Wendy put a doggy collar around his neck and fixed it to a leash, then led Samuel around the apartment. Samuel dutifully followed Wendy around, and she berated him incessantly while leading him wherever she damn well pleased...
"That's how it should be," Samuel said, and Wendy nodded, then slapped him for speaking out of turn. Samuel apologized profusely, and Wendy grinned, loving the authority and power she had over him. When Samuel first told her about his fondness for white female domination/black male submission scenarios, Wendy found it disturbing...and erotic.
