My name is Danica Haverhill. A six-foot-one, chubby and big-bottomed yet still very good-looking Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. A lot of people think of me as an uptight bitch with too much time and money on her hands. Maybe they're right. Whatever. I don't let it get to me because I've been called worse in my day. Much worse, actually. Am I such a bad person? I don't think so. I'm dominant. A trait shared by anyone worth a damn. I don't care who you are, what you do or where you're from, if you're not dominant then you're submissive. You step on folks or folks step on you. There's really no middle ground. Yesterday I turned forty. I am worth three and a half million dollars right now mainly because I took advantage of the current real estate market. One person's misfortune is another person's good day. That's what I've always believed. I sold foreclosed houses in Irish, Italian, Jewish, African-American and Puerto Rican neighborhoods all over the diverse cities of Boston, Milton and Brockton. I didn't care what I was selling or who I was selling to. It's the secret of my success.
Real estate is my day job. And I'm quite good at it. But at night, I'm into something just as cutthroat but a lot more fun. Infinitely more fun, actually. What am I into? The wickedly fun world of BDSM. Um, with women only. Presently, I'm having some fun with a friend of mine. Her name is Lori Vaughn. A tall, chubby and big-bottomed Black woman in her late thirties. She's a professor of Business Management at Bridgewater State College. I'm having a lot of fun helping this strong and independent Black female professional explore the limits of her submissive side. Lori isn't my first Black female submissive. Not even close. I've had many others. However, she is my all-time favorite.
I find it quite fun to dominate these strong Black women. I've always found them to be quite formidable. The ones I run into in Boston tend to be loud, brash and opinionated. Quite fearsome yet so very sexy in their own way. Lori Vaughn is truly your prototypical strong Black woman from the big city. Outspoken with a capital O. Well, she's outspoken about everything except her sexual orientation. I'm openly gay and have never hidden it. People find it fascinating that someone like me is gay. I'm tall, with long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. I have alabaster skin that never tans. I burn in the summer so I tend to stay out of the sun. I used to be a Beauty Queen in my younger days, won first runner up for the Miss New England pageant. I lost the title to this Jamaican-American beauty whom I once slept with. Isn't that ironic? I did all that and earned my master's degree in business from Suffolk University. And yes I'm proudly queer. One hundred percent.
My good friend Lori Vaughn is a woman who leads a double life. In her demographic, coming out isn't really an option. The Black community isn't exactly friendly to gays, lesbians, bisexuals and transsexuals. I understand Lori's plight. We've known each other for a long time. We were both undergraduates at Suffolk University in the early 1990s. She met a tall, handsome young Black man named James Evander who attended Northeastern University Law School at the time. They got married in the summer of 1996 and are the proud parents of two sons. What attorney James Evander doesn't know about his wife Lori Vaughn is that she likes pussy more than he does. Yeah, she's queer. Of course, when people meet Lori nothing about her screams dyke. She's very feminine and sexy. Also, she's got pictures of her husband James and their sons all over her office. Black women aren't fond of disclosure when it comes to their sexual orientations.
Most gay and bisexual Black women in North America keep their business to themselves. My good friend Lori Vaughn was no exception. I've always known she was bisexual and we did fool around a few times in college but I thought she'd put it all behind her. So imagine my surprise when I ran into her at a lesbian bar on leather night. Yeah, this suburban lady was dressed like a leather-clad dominatrix. I barely recognized her. We had a few drinks and she confessed to me that her sex life was boring. She missed doing it with women. Oh, and she was curious about BDSM. Well, since I am a BDSM expert, she had come to the right place.
I taught Lori Vaughn the basics of BDSM. The fine art of submission. The wonders of domination. All of which I learned more than two decades ago. She was a most eager learner, and a very submissive one too. The stuff that broad wanted to try made even a seasoned dyke like me blush. Lori Vaughn liked to be spanked, whipped and degraded both verbally and physically. I suspended her upside down for some kinky fun. She hung from thick steel chains attached to the ceiling as I whipped her with my Black leather belt. I made her scream while lashing at her gorgeously dark skin with my belt. She took it all and begged me for more. Man, I was really enjoying myself with her. I've known many submissive types and switches who couldn't take half the pain and degradation that Lori Vaughn seems to endure without flinching. I needed to get in touch with my inner dominatrix just to keep up with the weird kinks and fetishes that turned on this gorgeous slut. Well, since a Super Bitch is what she wants, then that's what I'll be for her.
Lori Vaughn is always pushing new extremes and she's a real challenge for this dominatrix. So one day I came up with something which was guaranteed to blow her mind. I decided we should play Plantation Mistress and Black Female Slave. Lori was intrigued, to say the least. Of course she wanted to try it. I invited her to my house and we immediately got into character. I bought a replica of a nineteenth century Southern belle's ball gown for myself along with a Black and White maid's uniform for Lori. I told her that while we played, she was to address me as Missy or Mistress Danica. I would address her any way I saw it. I also told her that she was forbidden to make eye contact with me and was obligated to do everything I asked without question or hesitation. Lori nodded. She liked the sound of that. I could tell. Truth be told, she hadn't seen anything yet. Thus we began our games.
Lori seemed a bit uncomfortable with the dynamics of our new games. Actually, I was a little nervous about them too. I was worried that I was pushing her too far. Lori may enjoy playing the role of submissive in the bedroom but deep down she was still very much the strong Black woman. Was I pushing her limits by making her play the role of my slave? Only time would tell. I got into character and began ordering my new slave around. I told Lori to clean my house and cook for me. I inspected her work and when she appeared to slack off, I would whack her big round ass with my riding crop. That made her jump up and squeal every time. The riding crop is much tougher than the Black leather belt I usually whipped her with. It left some nice markings on her big butt cheeks. When she whined, I told her that she was just a filthy slave and I was her superior. As a strong White mistress, I could do whatever I wanted to my Black female slave. Anything at all.