There is so much fun to be had in the world of sexual play. Seriously. My name is Nina Henderson and I'm a six-foot-tall, short-haired and bronze-eyed, forty-something Black woman living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. And I love Black women. I've always been into them. Caucasian chicks don't do anything for me. When I came out as queer in college, I was having an affair with a Black female professor. She's the one who introduced me to BDSM. Since then, I absolutely love to dominate Black women. Actually, make that strong Black women. I can't get enough of it. Just like they can't get enough of me. They need a Black female dominant to tame them just like I need some Black sluts to dominate. It works well for both parties.
Right now, I'm having some fun with my slave Naomi Banner. She's a tall, gorgeous Black woman. A truly exquisite beauty. What's known as a Black American Princess. Her father, Nathan Banner is a corporate big-shot and her mother Natalie Banner is a college professor. Naomi Banner grew up surrounded by wealth and power. She attended Spellman College in the city of Atlanta in Georgia and later earned her MBA at Suffolk University right here in downtown Boston. She's got it all. Beauty. Brains. Pedigree. Wealth. And she is also a closet case who's really into BDSM.
Naomi Banner is a strong Black woman who secretly longs to submit to a dominant Black mistress. And I got no problem with that. She comes to my house regularly to be treated like the slave she longs to be, deep down. I had a great time breaking her down. First, I asked her to strip naked before me. Then I inspected her body. At five-foot-eleven and one hundred and seventy pounds, she was a solid woman. Nice tits. Big round butt. Pretty face. Nice dark brown skin. Long hair. Real hair, too. Not that weave stuff a lot of the other broads like to wear. Yeah, she was splendid.
I love smacking her pretty face while berating her, telling that she was nothing but a dumb slut. She called herself a BAP, which stands for Black American Princess, but deep down, she was no better than those ghetto sluts she looked down upon. I told her that and she flinched. I guess I was right. Wealthy Black women can't stand those Black chicks from the ghetto. They have a sense of superiority. And that's what I strove to remove from Naomi's psyche. I smacked her some more. When you're a true dominant, you've got to break the will of your submissive. Make sure he or she knows that you're the boss. Naomi Banner thought her shit didn't stink. I enjoyed breaking down this Black American Princess and turning her into my Black Slave Slut. It was a lot of fun.
While Naomi Banner was on the premises, I made her do certain duties for me. I made her do the dishes, clean my house, sweep the color and cook my food. And whenever she complained about it, I'd bend her over and give her big Black ass a good spanking. Other times, some of her sassy Black chick's stuff would return and I'd have to get her under control. You got to nip the seeds of rebellion in the bud otherwise you're doomed. Seriously. So I would bring out my thick wooden paddle and beat her ass until it turned blue. I loved listening to her screams.