Thank you, Queen. I will. I have much stuff for your pleasure. It is lovely to see you back again.
My white addicted women...
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Bethany was a young white woman, 23, fresh out of University.
In her final year, she took and elective module in "Black and Cultural Studies". Her tutor,
Mrs Anderson was an enthusiastic and driven tutor. Through her Bethany became Woke
to the Truth of Black Power. She learned about White Privilege and vowed to reject her own.
Bethany was the only white girl the class, and as part of a group assignment, she found
herself working with Chandice, a black Jamaican girl with a deep rich sexy accent. Chandice
was just like the meaning of her name, One who is extremely smart and talented, and it
didn't take her long to figure out Bethany's weaknesses and exploit them.
Later that term, Chandice invited Bethany to her flat and seduced her, making Bethany
her new obedient white pet. Having her perform filthy sex acts for Her pleasure. That
night, Bethany got her first taste of Black Queen ass, and now she is addicted to serving
her queen.
Lapping at Chandice's dark brown butthole, pushing her tongue hungrily as deep as she could.
Chandice wanted more, "both hands, bitch, and faster with your tongue". "Yes, both hands,
faster, deeper, I lick", Bethany gasped as Chandice sat herself fully on her face, reducing Bethany
to a white licking machine pleasuring her new Ebony Goddess.
Bethany has found herself. Woke not only to Black Power, but to Black Female Superiority.
In her final year, she took and elective module in "Black and Cultural Studies". Her tutor,
Mrs Anderson was an enthusiastic and driven tutor. Through her Bethany became Woke
to the Truth of Black Power. She learned about White Privilege and vowed to reject her own.
Bethany was the only white girl the class, and as part of a group assignment, she found
herself working with Chandice, a black Jamaican girl with a deep rich sexy accent. Chandice
was just like the meaning of her name, One who is extremely smart and talented, and it
didn't take her long to figure out Bethany's weaknesses and exploit them.
Later that term, Chandice invited Bethany to her flat and seduced her, making Bethany
her new obedient white pet. Having her perform filthy sex acts for Her pleasure. That
night, Bethany got her first taste of Black Queen ass, and now she is addicted to serving
her queen.
Lapping at Chandice's dark brown butthole, pushing her tongue hungrily as deep as she could.
Chandice wanted more, "both hands, bitch, and faster with your tongue". "Yes, both hands,
faster, deeper, I lick", Bethany gasped as Chandice sat herself fully on her face, reducing Bethany
to a white licking machine pleasuring her new Ebony Goddess.
Bethany has found herself. Woke not only to Black Power, but to Black Female Superiority.
Jenny was a white slave in Kenya. She had been on holiday in Morocco with her two friends,
Sasha and Danielle, when they were kidnapped by slave traders outside of night club.
That was 8 months ago. Jenny didn't know where her friends were or if anyone was looking
for her. She was sold to a powerful and dominant black businesswoman, Miss Latoria. Latoria
was lesbian and enjoyed seducing and owning weak white girls. She knew full well the many
fantasies whites had about being slaves to dominant blacks. She took full advantage of that.
The white slave trade was good and provided her with many new 'toys'.
Jenny was fiesty. Latoria liked that. Turning her would be a personal triumph. Having her
serve her every need & whim delicious.
Now Jenny spends her days in chains, performing household duties the Mistress sets.
Until she gets home...
Then it is time to be Miss Latoria's sex slave. Worshipping her as Miss deems fit...
And taking Latoria's big black girl cock whenever commanded to.
Jenny has not just learned to be a good house slave, but also to cum when her owner
demands to please her. Jenny understands Black Female rule now.
Sasha and Danielle, when they were kidnapped by slave traders outside of night club.
That was 8 months ago. Jenny didn't know where her friends were or if anyone was looking
for her. She was sold to a powerful and dominant black businesswoman, Miss Latoria. Latoria
was lesbian and enjoyed seducing and owning weak white girls. She knew full well the many
fantasies whites had about being slaves to dominant blacks. She took full advantage of that.
The white slave trade was good and provided her with many new 'toys'.
Jenny was fiesty. Latoria liked that. Turning her would be a personal triumph. Having her
serve her every need & whim delicious.
Now Jenny spends her days in chains, performing household duties the Mistress sets.
Until she gets home...
Then it is time to be Miss Latoria's sex slave. Worshipping her as Miss deems fit...
And taking Latoria's big black girl cock whenever commanded to.
Jenny has not just learned to be a good house slave, but also to cum when her owner
demands to please her. Jenny understands Black Female rule now.
"With this collar I thee own."
"Yes, Goddess"
"With this leash, I thee lead"
"Yes, Goddess"
"With this lock, I thee bind"
"Yes, Goddess"
"Good, obedient white slave, now let us go and play. Come along!"
"Yes, Goddess. Thank you"
Whites make the best pets.
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Nurse Diva’s New House Reboot Chapter 2
New Chapter Nurse Diva’s new house
Copy write Nick Vegas © 2020
The last time we heard from Nurse Diva she had been addressing her visiting friends from Chicago:
Nurse Diva cavalierly spoke to her friends; almost as if she was bored, she was so accustomed to changing the locals into her obedient underlings’
“ Ladies, tomorrow we can all experience the natural dominance of the black woman over her inferior, through the practice of ‘face-sitting’ or ‘smothering.’
There’s lots of videos about it online, but instead of mere actors, pretending, you will have real white women, who know their rightful place and will participate…. willingly.
They will not resist as you bring them to the brink of unconsciousness, then unconsciousness, as they now have no will or desire to fight their natural superior. They embrace their natural place.
Once these bitches go *******, you’ll need to slap them back into consciousness, or you could use a smelling salt.
They have been fully conditioned to go even deeper into submission and display more obedience every time they experience this’. Diva looked up from her phone for a moment and continued.
‘Of course, it does reduce their natural personality by a few degrees each time this is done, but it takes close to 100 times before they end up reduced to a practically ‘mannequin’ status. They’ll still obey a direct command from an ebony mistress, but the rest of the time they ain’t got much to say. Afterward, you may share them. It’s very empowering, as you’ll see.”
Diva laughed then rolled her foot in front of her friends. She pointed at it.
Diva continued:
‘Then later I will explain ‘footing’ to you. Sure it makes them useless for men, due to the stretching, but they exist to serve us now anyway, so who cares.
We’ll just add that to the list of the other activities you mentioned in your little emails. Lastly, it might be chilly tonight, not like back home, but I’ll flip a coin, each room can each use one white woman as a foot warmer.
They simply sleep at the end of the bed, under your covers, keeping your feet warm while you sleep. Heads for the maid, tales for Party Bitch” Nurse Diva tossed the coin.
NOW. A year and a half later…
A year and a half had passed since Nurse Diva took unprecedented control over a number of the single white women in the small Southern town.
Every recent Ebony transplant from large urban areas now had their own personal maid and a small, but very hard working cleaning staff, that seemed to worship their new ebony employer.
The small town had taken on almost a “Stepford like’ quality.
Just about every, formerly single, once available, young white woman, who previously had plans and aspirations, now instead eagerly fawned over their dark mistress’s every whim.
They were all noticeably submissive, servile and obsequious to even the very youngest of their ‘betters.’ These now ultra-submissives all curtseyed, bowed, knelt before, and eagerly did foot rubs for their betters in public.
Coffee Shoppe
It wasn’t uncommon to see two statuesque African American women enjoying lattes while their barista’s knelt, then carefully removed the woman’s shoes, and then quietly filed their toenails, then carefully polished them, and blew on them until dry, and then humbly massaged their calves after they served that woman coffee.
Quite often, if an African American woman was busy reading an article on her phone, or mid-conversation with a friend and the service was completed, (nail salon, coffee, purchasing a dress, etc.) Rather than vacating their chair or table, and leaving, the Black woman would simply order their female server to: ‘dock’.
This word had been instilled as a powerful posthypnotic trigger to allow the friends of Diva to avoid annoyance. The mere uttering of the word ‘dock’ was quite powerful.
Upon hearing the word ‘dock’ the white woman would: freeze for a moment, her expression would go blank then a goofy grin would appear. Silently and immediately, she’d kneel in front of her customer. She’d then carefully remove the woman’s shoes, and then place her own face deeply into the woman’s Ebony soles while gripping the Black woman’s ankles. She’d then remain stationary, silently in place, in a deep trance, reviewing her social place in her mind, mentally rerunning her programming, until ordered to ‘resume work’ by the client.
She would then leave trance, place the ebony Queen’s shoes carefully back onto her feet, profusely thank her and then continue as if nothing had happened.
Sometimes one could walk past a downtown store and see all the white female employees simply ‘docked’ while their betters finished a phone call, taking their sweet time. Often the servant woman would remain in place 30-45 minutes until the woman ordered them otherwise.
Most of the town’s stores and restaurants had changed hands, and of course, their menus, to specifically cater to their new Ebony clientele.
The car with Florida plates.
Then, one sunny Fall Afternoon, a strange car with Florida plates showed up at the former home of “The artist.” It was almost surreal, as the woman who emerged from the car was the spitting image of the artist, as she looked over a year ago, before extensive ‘training by Nurse Diva.
Her hair was a slightly different color and was longer, but it was obvious it was the artist’s twin.
The “artist’s” estranged twin: Camellia, who hadn’t contacted the artist for quite some time.
Camellia had recently broken up with the man whom the artist abhorred, and Camellia wanted to build bridges again, not having spoken to her estranged sister for several years. We finally discover that ‘the artist’s name was Pauline, which in French means humble…how appropriate.
Camellia calmly walked up to the front door of the now sorority home, once her sister’s home, and knocked. A young blonde woman answered the door, wearing a maid’s outfit, and she seemed a bit vapid.
“Um, like hello? Are you here to work for the Omicron Psi Omega Sisters?” she asked.
Camellia had no idea what the young woman was talking about.
Camellia: “I’m here to see my sister, Pauline, doesn’t she live here?
The maid: “I will ask one of my superiors if they know, please come in.”
Camellia followed the bimbo-ish maid inside and saw the place was truly like a sorority, but a tough sorority of lithe, athletic, angry young black women, either lounging on chairs looking at their phones, or playing pool, or getting their feet pedicured or getting a massage from their white female ‘staff’.
Camellia gulped audibly, it was quite surreal to hear. Just then Aniqua emerged from a room in a towel, and snapped her fingers, then dropped the towel. The maid scurried to pick up the towel and showed no shame sniffing it as she carried it to another room.
Two white women in their 30’s knelt on either side of Anigua and applied coconut lotion to her legs, and held her shorts as she stepped into them, then placed shoes upon her feet, and a robe onto her, before they lotioned up her arms. Each one took one of Aniqua’s slippers with her, sniffing them every so gently.
“That’ll do, said Aniqua dismissively to the two former real estate agents.
Women: Thank you, ma’am. Thank you. They exited, now overtly sniffing the slippers.
Camellia was a tad suspicious… was this girl some kind of visiting royalty? Is she some internet pop star that she never heard of? It was just weird, seeing these older women behaving like star-struck teens, with an overt fetish.
Aniqua introduced herself. “Hi. I’m Aniqua, you must be ‘the artist’s sister. I recognized you from a photo she left behind when she ‘moved’.
Camellia felt the wind was knocked out of her, since her sister just left this photo behind so callously.
Camellia inquired: ‘Do you know where she moved to?” she asked, with hope.
Aniqua smiled wickedly. “I think I know where she is, she took on a new job much more fitting to her name.
‘Odd, thought Camellia, the name Pauline means ‘altar server’ in French.
Camellia followed the now glistening Aniqua, who had blossomed quite nicely since our last encounter a year and a half ago, over to the front door, where Aniqua grabbed a walkie talkie.
She hit a button and began speaking. “Auntie, I have the sister to the ‘artist’ in tow, prepare.”
Camellia followed to the striking young woman to the house next door, and was allowed to walk in first, whereupon she received a small blow dart to the neck.
Blowing the X-3 at women had shown its flaws, so a new delivery method had been created, with varying levels of the x-3.
If Nurse Diva wanted to relish the process of converting unsuspecting white women into shameless worshippers she used the smaller dose, with a touch of a muscle relaxer, leaving the victim pliant, and able to move, albeit much more slowly. Then they would be commanded to kneel, and when there was zero wind, the x-3 could be delivered as a powder.
Camellia now pulled the small dart from her neck and she asked: “What the fuck was that?”
But the second she was told not to worry about it, forget it ever happened, she suddenly did. Her expression changed accordingly.
Nurse Diva then spoke: “Now, smile and follow me’, she commanded, and Camellia did, slowly, but she was still suspicious on some level, although not thinking very clearly.
Nurse Diva then opened the door to where she kept Party Bitch.
Party bitch was face deep in an Ebony woman’s crotch, only the back of her buzz cut head and neck tat visible. One could also see the large tramp stamp announcing ‘Party Bitch’ blazed across the former artist’s back. Meanwhile, another ebony woman about the size and age of Nurse Diva, sat next to her smoking from a large bong, helping herself to buffalo wings. The second woman was well dressed but barefoot, her large ebony feet and exposed calves glistening with oil.
The woman with the bong exhaled then spoke. “Now get back to my feet, Party bitch, my toes ain’t gonna suck them selves, and lick this damn oil off too.”
Party bitch lifted her head, as the ebony Queen she was servicing, rolled her eyes in orgasm. and simply sighed.
Party bitch never even noticed her sister standing, watching her crawl over to, then slavishly lap at the large feet of the second woman, her expression docile and blank as she diligently sucked the ebony woman’s long toes like a porn star, before slowly licking the oil from her fee and calves.
Camellia was shocked, to say the least. “Oh, oh my god, what has happened to Pauline,” Camellia said very softly.
Nurse Diva laughed. “She’s one of my party Bitches now, and she fully belongs to me. I’m gonna have you two work together, you’ll make cute bookends.’
Camellia wanted to protest strongly, but she could only utter a soft, no, I don’t want to do that. No.’
Nurse Diva ordered Camellia to kneel and watch, and she complied, albeit slowly.
Camellia would be one of the first few to try the new MP3, the new script created an almost mindless Party bitch, but one that was still able to recruit new Party bitches, after installing uber-liberal white guilt and the need for obedient submission based on Diva’s angry twist on Farrakhan’s teachings. Camellia’s own thoughts would be purged, but she’d have a few custom installed, leaving her more like a giggly bimbo.
Diva had already successfully used this new MP3 and x-3 to pull already well-meaning liberal women from merely showing up at BLM rallies (where face it, they were not welcome and were really annoying) to introducing them to their new purpose, fully convinced it was their own idea, to join the staff at a Diva house.
Depending on Diva’s whims they were either maids, wet nurses or weekend party bitches, eager to recruit and help, and yet could still work outside. Camellia would be programmed as deeply as her sister, but still, be able to recruit when needed.
Diva also ordered she be tatted up, have her hair cut, etc, to truly match her sister’s appearance as closely as possible.
The tattoo artist had the ‘artist’ stand at attention next to her twin, and she made the tattoos match, while a second person made Camellia’s hair match, via cut and dye.
After the aesthetician did the lip plumping to match the two were almost impossible to discern.
Meanwhile, the MP3 continued in loop mode and within a few hours, the twins would be revealed to Diva, who was hungry for lunch.
A year and a half had gone by, and the noticeably thinner Lisa entered in her maid uniform and curtseyed for nurse Diva.
Lisa: “Nurse Diva your lunch is ready ma’am.”
Lisa stood and walked over to pull out a chair for Diva. Diva sauntered over to the table
And sat. She motioned for Lisa to pour her *******, and Lisa poured until the glass was 85% full.
Lisa then returned to attention and stood motionless while Nurse Diva ate.
MEANWHILE AT COLLEGE
Nurse Diva’s ******* Aniqua was in her 2nd-year-at school, doing well in her classes. Any of the homework she didn’t feel like doing was done by Lisa’s ******* Laura who was now her roommate and of course personal servant.
Laura was expected to not only be at Aniqua’s beck and call but eagerly service and served Aniqua’s friends with the same enthusiasm.
Laura had been programmed when Nurse Diva took over Lisa’s house, and retained enough personality to mask her overt submission while in school but really performed like a thoroughbred behind close doors.
Laura had become the black female sororities’ ‘mascot’ and excelled in cunnilingus and bringing the sorority members to climax anytime someone had a rough day.
Aniqua had Laura in pigtails and her skin was alabaster white. She dressed like a Japanese cheerleader fantasy and nobody else at the school took her seriously as a student.
To be continued.
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The last time we heard from Nurse Diva she had been addressing her visiting friends from Chicago:
Nurse Diva cavalierly spoke to her friends; almost as if she was bored, she was so accustomed to changing the locals into her obedient underlings’
“ Ladies, tomorrow we can all experience the natural dominance of the black woman over her inferior, through the practice of ‘face-sitting’ or ‘smothering.’
There’s lots of videos about it online, but instead of mere actors, pretending, you will have real white women, who know their rightful place and will participate…. willingly.
They will not resist as you bring them to the brink of unconsciousness, then unconsciousness, as they now have no will or desire to fight their natural superior. They embrace their natural place.
Once these bitches go *******, you’ll need to slap them back into consciousness, or you could use a smelling salt.
They have been fully conditioned to go even deeper into submission and display more obedience every time they experience this’. Diva looked up from her phone for a moment and continued.
‘Of course, it does reduce their natural personality by a few degrees each time this is done, but it takes close to 100 times before they end up reduced to a practically ‘mannequin’ status. They’ll still obey a direct command from an ebony mistress, but the rest of the time they ain’t got much to say. Afterward, you may share them. It’s very empowering, as you’ll see.”
Diva laughed then rolled her foot in front of her friends. She pointed at it.
Diva continued:
‘Then later I will explain ‘footing’ to you. Sure it makes them useless for men, due to the stretching, but they exist to serve us now anyway, so who cares.
We’ll just add that to the list of the other activities you mentioned in your little emails. Lastly, it might be chilly tonight, not like back home, but I’ll flip a coin, each room can each use one white woman as a foot warmer.
They simply sleep at the end of the bed, under your covers, keeping your feet warm while you sleep. Heads for the maid, tales for Party Bitch” Nurse Diva tossed the coin.
NOW. A year and a half later…
A year and a half had passed since Nurse Diva took unprecedented control over a number of the single white women in the small Southern town.
Every recent Ebony transplant from large urban areas now had their own personal maid and a small, but very hard working cleaning staff, that seemed to worship their new ebony employer.
The small town had taken on almost a “Stepford like’ quality.
Just about every, formerly single, once available, young white woman, who previously had plans and aspirations, now instead eagerly fawned over their dark mistress’s every whim.
They were all noticeably submissive, servile and obsequious to even the very youngest of their ‘betters.’ These now ultra-submissives all curtseyed, bowed, knelt before, and eagerly did foot rubs for their betters in public.
Coffee Shoppe
It wasn’t uncommon to see two statuesque African American women enjoying lattes while their barista’s knelt, then carefully removed the woman’s shoes, and then quietly filed their toenails, then carefully polished them, and blew on them until dry, and then humbly massaged their calves after they served that woman coffee.
Quite often, if an African American woman was busy reading an article on her phone, or mid-conversation with a friend and the service was completed, (nail salon, coffee, purchasing a dress, etc.) Rather than vacating their chair or table, and leaving, the Black woman would simply order their female server to: ‘dock’.
This word had been instilled as a powerful posthypnotic trigger to allow the friends of Diva to avoid annoyance. The mere uttering of the word ‘dock’ was quite powerful.
Upon hearing the word ‘dock’ the white woman would: freeze for a moment, her expression would go blank then a goofy grin would appear. Silently and immediately, she’d kneel in front of her customer. She’d then carefully remove the woman’s shoes, and then place her own face deeply into the woman’s Ebony soles while gripping the Black woman’s ankles. She’d then remain stationary, silently in place, in a deep trance, reviewing her social place in her mind, mentally rerunning her programming, until ordered to ‘resume work’ by the client.
She would then leave trance, place the ebony Queen’s shoes carefully back onto her feet, profusely thank her and then continue as if nothing had happened.
Sometimes one could walk past a downtown store and see all the white female employees simply ‘docked’ while their betters finished a phone call, taking their sweet time. Often the servant woman would remain in place 30-45 minutes until the woman ordered them otherwise.
Most of the town’s stores and restaurants had changed hands, and of course, their menus, to specifically cater to their new Ebony clientele.
The car with Florida plates.
Then, one sunny Fall Afternoon, a strange car with Florida plates showed up at the former home of “The artist.” It was almost surreal, as the woman who emerged from the car was the spitting image of the artist, as she looked over a year ago, before extensive ‘training by Nurse Diva.
Her hair was a slightly different color and was longer, but it was obvious it was the artist’s twin.
The “artist’s” estranged twin: Camellia, who hadn’t contacted the artist for quite some time.
Camellia had recently broken up with the man whom the artist abhorred, and Camellia wanted to build bridges again, not having spoken to her estranged sister for several years. We finally discover that ‘the artist’s name was Pauline, which in French means humble…how appropriate.
Camellia calmly walked up to the front door of the now sorority home, once her sister’s home, and knocked. A young blonde woman answered the door, wearing a maid’s outfit, and she seemed a bit vapid.
“Um, like hello? Are you here to work for the Omicron Psi Omega Sisters?” she asked.
Camellia had no idea what the young woman was talking about.
Camellia: “I’m here to see my sister, Pauline, doesn’t she live here?
The maid: “I will ask one of my superiors if they know, please come in.”
Camellia followed the bimbo-ish maid inside and saw the place was truly like a sorority, but a tough sorority of lithe, athletic, angry young black women, either lounging on chairs looking at their phones, or playing pool, or getting their feet pedicured or getting a massage from their white female ‘staff’.
Camellia gulped audibly, it was quite surreal to hear. Just then Aniqua emerged from a room in a towel, and snapped her fingers, then dropped the towel. The maid scurried to pick up the towel and showed no shame sniffing it as she carried it to another room.
Two white women in their 30’s knelt on either side of Anigua and applied coconut lotion to her legs, and held her shorts as she stepped into them, then placed shoes upon her feet, and a robe onto her, before they lotioned up her arms. Each one took one of Aniqua’s slippers with her, sniffing them every so gently.
“That’ll do, said Aniqua dismissively to the two former real estate agents.
Women: Thank you, ma’am. Thank you. They exited, now overtly sniffing the slippers.
Camellia was a tad suspicious… was this girl some kind of visiting royalty? Is she some internet pop star that she never heard of? It was just weird, seeing these older women behaving like star-struck teens, with an overt fetish.
Aniqua introduced herself. “Hi. I’m Aniqua, you must be ‘the artist’s sister. I recognized you from a photo she left behind when she ‘moved’.
Camellia felt the wind was knocked out of her, since her sister just left this photo behind so callously.
Camellia inquired: ‘Do you know where she moved to?” she asked, with hope.
Aniqua smiled wickedly. “I think I know where she is, she took on a new job much more fitting to her name.
‘Odd, thought Camellia, the name Pauline means ‘altar server’ in French.
Camellia followed the now glistening Aniqua, who had blossomed quite nicely since our last encounter a year and a half ago, over to the front door, where Aniqua grabbed a walkie talkie.
She hit a button and began speaking. “Auntie, I have the sister to the ‘artist’ in tow, prepare.”
Camellia followed to the striking young woman to the house next door, and was allowed to walk in first, whereupon she received a small blow dart to the neck.
Blowing the X-3 at women had shown its flaws, so a new delivery method had been created, with varying levels of the x-3.
If Nurse Diva wanted to relish the process of converting unsuspecting white women into shameless worshippers she used the smaller dose, with a touch of a muscle relaxer, leaving the victim pliant, and able to move, albeit much more slowly. Then they would be commanded to kneel, and when there was zero wind, the x-3 could be delivered as a powder.
Camellia now pulled the small dart from her neck and she asked: “What the fuck was that?”
But the second she was told not to worry about it, forget it ever happened, she suddenly did. Her expression changed accordingly.
Nurse Diva then spoke: “Now, smile and follow me’, she commanded, and Camellia did, slowly, but she was still suspicious on some level, although not thinking very clearly.
Nurse Diva then opened the door to where she kept Party Bitch.
Party bitch was face deep in an Ebony woman’s crotch, only the back of her buzz cut head and neck tat visible. One could also see the large tramp stamp announcing ‘Party Bitch’ blazed across the former artist’s back. Meanwhile, another ebony woman about the size and age of Nurse Diva, sat next to her smoking from a large bong, helping herself to buffalo wings. The second woman was well dressed but barefoot, her large ebony feet and exposed calves glistening with oil.
The woman with the bong exhaled then spoke. “Now get back to my feet, Party bitch, my toes ain’t gonna suck them selves, and lick this damn oil off too.”
Party bitch lifted her head, as the ebony Queen she was servicing, rolled her eyes in orgasm. and simply sighed.
Party bitch never even noticed her sister standing, watching her crawl over to, then slavishly lap at the large feet of the second woman, her expression docile and blank as she diligently sucked the ebony woman’s long toes like a porn star, before slowly licking the oil from her fee and calves.
Camellia was shocked, to say the least. “Oh, oh my god, what has happened to Pauline,” Camellia said very softly.
Nurse Diva laughed. “She’s one of my party Bitches now, and she fully belongs to me. I’m gonna have you two work together, you’ll make cute bookends.’
Camellia wanted to protest strongly, but she could only utter a soft, no, I don’t want to do that. No.’
Nurse Diva ordered Camellia to kneel and watch, and she complied, albeit slowly.
Camellia would be one of the first few to try the new MP3, the new script created an almost mindless Party bitch, but one that was still able to recruit new Party bitches, after installing uber-liberal white guilt and the need for obedient submission based on Diva’s angry twist on Farrakhan’s teachings. Camellia’s own thoughts would be purged, but she’d have a few custom installed, leaving her more like a giggly bimbo.
Diva had already successfully used this new MP3 and x-3 to pull already well-meaning liberal women from merely showing up at BLM rallies (where face it, they were not welcome and were really annoying) to introducing them to their new purpose, fully convinced it was their own idea, to join the staff at a Diva house.
Depending on Diva’s whims they were either maids, wet nurses or weekend party bitches, eager to recruit and help, and yet could still work outside. Camellia would be programmed as deeply as her sister, but still, be able to recruit when needed.
Diva also ordered she be tatted up, have her hair cut, etc, to truly match her sister’s appearance as closely as possible.
The tattoo artist had the ‘artist’ stand at attention next to her twin, and she made the tattoos match, while a second person made Camellia’s hair match, via cut and dye.
After the aesthetician did the lip plumping to match the two were almost impossible to discern.
Meanwhile, the MP3 continued in loop mode and within a few hours, the twins would be revealed to Diva, who was hungry for lunch.
A year and a half had gone by, and the noticeably thinner Lisa entered in her maid uniform and curtseyed for nurse Diva.
Lisa: “Nurse Diva your lunch is ready ma’am.”
Lisa stood and walked over to pull out a chair for Diva. Diva sauntered over to the table
And sat. She motioned for Lisa to pour her *******, and Lisa poured until the glass was 85% full.
Lisa then returned to attention and stood motionless while Nurse Diva ate.
MEANWHILE AT COLLEGE
Nurse Diva’s ******* Aniqua was in her 2nd-year-at school, doing well in her classes. Any of the homework she didn’t feel like doing was done by Lisa’s ******* Laura who was now her roommate and of course personal servant.
Laura was expected to not only be at Aniqua’s beck and call but eagerly service and served Aniqua’s friends with the same enthusiasm.
Laura had been programmed when Nurse Diva took over Lisa’s house, and retained enough personality to mask her overt submission while in school but really performed like a thoroughbred behind close doors.
Laura had become the black female sororities’ ‘mascot’ and excelled in cunnilingus and bringing the sorority members to climax anytime someone had a rough day.
Aniqua had Laura in pigtails and her skin was alabaster white. She dressed like a Japanese cheerleader fantasy and nobody else at the school took her seriously as a student.
To be continued.
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Race Relations 101
by Pallidan (lee120fs@datasync.com)
***
Jess, a black counselor, started her next race relations class for company white women who were having trouble dealing with black women on the job. Just the normal class for her.
***
Jess watch as the four white women entered the room and took seats. She always enjoyed watching new faces enter her class on race relations not knowing what they were getting into. Her class was a non-profit class for white women who had trouble coping with black women at work and was all voluntarily to those who wish to come.
The companies recommended her because after her courses, the white women came out totally different and so friendly to their co-workers afterwards. Little did they know the women were being turned into slaves to be used and totally financed her lifestyle. It was a totally isolated area where she conducted them and for two weeks the women were brought here thinking they were going to be educated and enjoy the stay.
Two of the ladies that entered was over forty while the other two were in their thirties as they took their seats and look up at her. Good she thought, older women are much easier to be dominated then their younger counterparts. All the women were fairly attractive as her pussy twitched at the sight of the blond thirty-year-old with the shithouse figure. The thought of having her crawl over and lick her pussy just made her wet.
"Class. Let me introduce myself. She said walking to the front. "I am Jess Mitch and will be your instructor for this class on race relations."
Jess moved in a seductive manner in front of them. She was a well-built black lady who had worked herself up from the slums and were now a millionaire thanks to the poor rich white man she married who now served as her butler in her home. Most men and some women would fall to the floor and beg to lick her shoes at the sight of her body and she knew how to take advantage of it.
"As you noticed," she continued. "I am black and very proud of it."
She walked around in front making sure they had a good view of every part of her body as she moved.
"Apparently you were advised by your companies to attend this course because you have a problem dealing with women such as myself." She said. "Is that true?"
"I don’t have a problem." The blond spoke out to her enjoyment. "The only reason I’m here is a young black girl in the office keeps reporting me for every little thing she sees and is trying to take my job. I done nothing to her and don’t owe her nothing for any hard time she may have had growing up. I didn’t make it that way. Is it my fault she had a tough time?"
"Of course not." Jess replied eyeing the lady and drooling. "You owe her nothing. In fact, all of you owe no black lady anything."
"Now you’re talking." The brunette piped up in back. "I keep telling them that, but they don’t seem to get it."
Jess glanced over at the older forty-year-old. She was slightly overweight and with a larger than normal rear. Very spank able, she thought smiling and waiting for further comments which fail to come.
"In fact." She continued walking between the chairs giving the ladies a nice view of her figure. "They
actually, may owe you something."
Jess could hear the gasps of surprise from the women as she made her way in back and started walking back up front.
"While most of you have been lazy living off your husband's large salaries and incomes," she pressed on, "black women have had to work their way up the hard way and learning how to achieve their goals despite any hardships they may have face. They have a must better tan, more develop ass, and very nicely shaped breasts as you have probably noticed by your husbands’ reaction in public."
She could hear the gasps of protests in the women voices as she kept moving up towards the front swinging her rear slightly in back to make sure they notice it.
"Well I for one don’t believe it," the blond exclaimed to the cheers of the others.
"Of course, you do dear," Jess said turning around and slowing lowering her blouse top exposing the tops of her large beautiful brown breasts. "See my perfect tan."
Jess noticed that all the women were staring and delighted in the fact they were admiring them. Even the blond didn’t say anything.
"And how about this." Jess commented turning around and raising the hem of her dress up to the lower portion of her ass cheek. "Isn’t is perfect?"
Jess didn’t hear any comments as she glance behind to see all the women staring at her glorious legs. She knew she had their attention now and decided to press on. Slowly she walked to the desk with her dress still up and pressed on a button before turning around.
"To prove my point," she continued. "I have invited several friends to come over and demonstrate."
A door opening could be heard as Jess watched all the lady’s glance towards it almost in a trance. Three young beautiful black girls entered the room all naked and walking up front to where Jess was standing. She could hear the white women gasping in surprise and then staring at the girls as they walked. Jess had made sure she had three of the most beautiful girls she could find and knew the white women couldn’t complete with them. As they arrived, she motioned for them to stand in front of the desk.
"See ladies," Jess said. "Note the glorious tans and development these women have. How can you hope to complete with this for any man? No wonder you feel inferior."
The white women were all still seated. Normally one would have tried to leave, which they couldn’t of course, but they didn’t know that. Instead, they were all staring at the girls from top to bottom and Jess noticed several was moving their thighs in their skirts together. She knew they were getting hot just looking at the beauties she had put before them.
"Would any of you like to come up and have a closer look?" She asked.
The ladies at first seem speechless till finally one of the older ladies named Sue got up.
"Well I always wondered." She said. "Why not."
As Sue made her way up, Jess noticed that Kate and June were also getting up and walking forth. Only the blond Linda was still seated. She noticed that she was still looking the girls over.
Jess slowly removed her top and then dropped her skirt down to the floor before stepping out of it. She then unhooked her bra and lowered her panties.
"Ladies," she told the white women now up in front of the black girls. "You may look as close as you like but you are not allowed to touch.
Slowly Jess made her way towards the blond Linda who was now staring as she approached. She walked up till her pussy was within a foot of the blond.
"What wrong with you honey," she asked Linda. "Never seen a black pussy before? Is it too much for you to comprehend?"
The blond was now staring at her glorious cunt and Jess knew she was getting wet between her legs by how tight her thighs were getting.
"Why don’t you kiss it?" Jess pressed on. "As a matter of fact, I suggest all of you get on your knees and kiss the beautiful pussies in front of you."
Jess watched as the other three women immediately got down and started to kiss the black girls cunts before them. Several had even put their hands down to their own cunts to try to rub their own pussies as she yelled at them that it wasn’t allowed. She turned back to Linda who was still staring at her pussy as if in a trance. Quickly she put her hand out and slapped her face.
"What’s wrong with you slut." She yelled at her. "Get your ass off that seat and on the floor. Kiss my cunt." Jess had suspected Linda would rebel from the start but instead she watched her dropped immediately off the seat on her knees and started kissing her pussy. This class had been one of the easiest she had ever had. Already all four white women were on their knees kissing their mistresses’ cunts. She let them kiss for a while enjoying the feeling before yelling at them to lick their cunts.
Linda tongue immediately found her clit working it way up and down her pussy. She reeled in excitement of the tonguing the woman was doing to her pussy as she felt herself building up to an orgasm fast. She placed her hand on Linda head grabbing a large hold of her blond hair and pushed her face deeper in her cunt till she came on her nose and mouth. She laughed as she glanced around to see all the black girls were coming on the rich bitch's faces below them.
"You are all white cunt licking whores." She yelled out. "Now you know why you can’t complete with a superior black woman. Strip bitches so we can enjoy the sight of your worthless white bodies."
All the white women were panting on the floor as they hastened to remove their clothing. She knew they were so excited they would now do anything they asked as she waited till the last was completed.
"Now ladies," she said. "You are about to learn how to pay proper respect to any black woman who comes before you. Watch closely."
Jess turned around and presented her black ass directed in front of Linda face. Reaching back, she grabbed her hair again as Linda was staring at her ass and pulled her face between her large mounds.
"Tongue my ass bitch." She yelled at her. "Tongue fuck me with that big mouth of yours."
She felt Linda tongue at the entrance of her asshole and then slowly moving in and out. The other black girls were now grabbing their own victims and proceeding to do much the same as her as she grinded her ass back and forth on Linda face. She had wanted to do this the first instance she saw the woman and hadn’t expected it to be this easy. She relaxed her asshole to allow her tongue to go deeper and deeper inside. The bitch wasn’t that bad she thought as she enjoyed her tonguing for a good ten minutes before she pushed her ass back pushing Linda backwards on the floor.
"Sluts." She yelled out to the women in the room. "Now its time to show what happens to a white cunt who thought she was superior."
She reached down and grabbing Linda by the wrist started dragging her across the room over to a nearby chair. Linda wasn’t fighting anymore as Jess noticed her cunt was soaking wet. When she got to it, she reached down and picked her up to her feet by the hair and taking a seat threw her over her lap.
"See how easy it is to dominate white bitches," She said as the rest watched on. "Now to spank this bitch who thought she was hot ******* coming into this class."
Swat, swat, swat.
Jess was really getting into spanking the blond big white ass as she continued swatting it, She was begging to be a good slave to her mistress. She begged for forgiveness and promised to worship every black woman she came across as Jess kept pounding her ass with her open palm. Soon, she was sobbing like a baby.
The other white women had watched everything that happened and knew if Linda could be dominated that easy, their asses was grass. First one and then the rest of the black girls were grabbing their white cunts by the hair and leading them to adjacent chairs and throwing them over their laps also.
The women offered no resistance as they started spanking their white fannies. All of them were
squirming and pleading with their new mistress to be a good little white slave as Jess started slapping Linda big ass again as she screamed out for mercy. The room was full of their cries as Jess finally told the ladies that the sluts had learned their lesson.
Pushing Linda off her lap, she demanded all the white women to walk to the front of the room and bend over for inspection. They were trying to get up nearly crawling hurrying to get up soon as Jess and the other ladies followed behind taunting them on their red fannies. Once in position, Jess made them reach back and spread their legs and asses, so they could have full access to whatever they wished. Jess reached down and shoved a finger up Linda bushy twat with one quick push.
"Oh, this cunt has been fucked plenty of times." Jess remarked wiggling the finger inside. "I think she needs a couple of more fingers just to feel it."
The black ladies were laughing doing their own inspections as Jess shoved two more fingers deep in Linda cunt as she moaned in lust.
"This one had a few in her ass too." Another black lady remarked. "Her asshole is as loose as her pussy."
Jess and the other women continued to torment the poor white women bent over shoving their fingers loosely in and out their cunts and assholes. Their white butts were wiggling in back as they were trying to get off on their fingers.
"I think these white bitches are trying to cum." Jess remarked as Linda was now humping her fingers in earnest. "Turn around bitch and lick my cunt. I’m going to milk those cow jugs of yours."
Jess watched as Linda turned around and felt her tongue working up and down her clit as she was still bent over. She reached down and grabbed her large boobs and started pulling up and down on them.
"Watch me milk this cow till she cum." Jess called out to the other ladies who had stopped what they were doing and turned around to watch her. "Come on cow. Cum for your black mistress."
Jess smiled as she saw Linda’s body start to betray itself and her ass was swinging wildly in back. Then her whole body shook as she came licking Jess cunt and having her large tit being jerk up and down. The black ladies were all laughing and decided they would try to same with the slut beside them.
Linda hadn’t quit licking and Jess knew she was now totally committed to serve her in any way she wanted. She pulled her head up by her hair and stared in her eyes totally hazed in lust. "Tell me you are my white bitch." Jess demanded.
"I’m your white bitch mistress." Linda replied hoping Jess would get her off again.
"Get on all fours and lick my feet like a dog." Jess commanded. "I always wanted a white dog to wag around the yard and lick whatever I want. Hurry up bitch."
Linda was on all fours lapping all around her large feet as she watched the last white woman come violently shaking all over and all of them getting down serving their mistresses feet.
"Ladies" Jess told the other black women. "You’ll find some dog collars and chains in the top desk drawer of my desk. When you get tired of the bitch tonguing your feet, feel free to put one on the mutt and take her to one of the rooms we have prepared for you for your weekend. I’m sure you’ll find plenty of uses for the bitch within our facilities and thank you for attending our race relations case 101 today. Right now, my cunt needs a good tongue massage, so I hope to see yah later. Keep licking bitch while I get your collar."
Jess walked around the desk and grab the first collar she could find. It had black woman bitch on it as she reached down and started strapping it to Linda’s neck along with a chain on the side. She hoped she could make it to the room before she cum again.
Just a fantasy, how was yours?
Pallidan
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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This work is copyrighted to the author © 2006. Please
don't remove the author information or make any changes
to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial
"free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites.
Thank you for your consideration.
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Race Relations 101
by Pallidan (lee120fs@datasync.com)
***
Jess, a black counselor, started her next race relations class for company white women who were having trouble dealing with black women on the job. Just the normal class for her.
***
Jess watch as the four white women entered the room and took seats. She always enjoyed watching new faces enter her class on race relations not knowing what they were getting into. Her class was a non-profit class for white women who had trouble coping with black women at work and was all voluntarily to those who wish to come.
The companies recommended her because after her courses, the white women came out totally different and so friendly to their co-workers afterwards. Little did they know the women were being turned into slaves to be used and totally financed her lifestyle. It was a totally isolated area where she conducted them and for two weeks the women were brought here thinking they were going to be educated and enjoy the stay.
Two of the ladies that entered was over forty while the other two were in their thirties as they took their seats and look up at her. Good she thought, older women are much easier to be dominated then their younger counterparts. All the women were fairly attractive as her pussy twitched at the sight of the blond thirty-year-old with the shithouse figure. The thought of having her crawl over and lick her pussy just made her wet.
"Class. Let me introduce myself. She said walking to the front. "I am Jess Mitch and will be your instructor for this class on race relations."
Jess moved in a seductive manner in front of them. She was a well-built black lady who had worked herself up from the slums and were now a millionaire thanks to the poor rich white man she married who now served as her butler in her home. Most men and some women would fall to the floor and beg to lick her shoes at the sight of her body and she knew how to take advantage of it.
"As you noticed," she continued. "I am black and very proud of it."
She walked around in front making sure they had a good view of every part of her body as she moved.
"Apparently you were advised by your companies to attend this course because you have a problem dealing with women such as myself." She said. "Is that true?"
"I don’t have a problem." The blond spoke out to her enjoyment. "The only reason I’m here is a young black girl in the office keeps reporting me for every little thing she sees and is trying to take my job. I done nothing to her and don’t owe her nothing for any hard time she may have had growing up. I didn’t make it that way. Is it my fault she had a tough time?"
"Of course not." Jess replied eyeing the lady and drooling. "You owe her nothing. In fact, all of you owe no black lady anything."
"Now you’re talking." The brunette piped up in back. "I keep telling them that, but they don’t seem to get it."
Jess glanced over at the older forty-year-old. She was slightly overweight and with a larger than normal rear. Very spank able, she thought smiling and waiting for further comments which fail to come.
"In fact." She continued walking between the chairs giving the ladies a nice view of her figure. "They
actually, may owe you something."
Jess could hear the gasps of surprise from the women as she made her way in back and started walking back up front.
"While most of you have been lazy living off your husband's large salaries and incomes," she pressed on, "black women have had to work their way up the hard way and learning how to achieve their goals despite any hardships they may have face. They have a must better tan, more develop ass, and very nicely shaped breasts as you have probably noticed by your husbands’ reaction in public."
She could hear the gasps of protests in the women voices as she kept moving up towards the front swinging her rear slightly in back to make sure they notice it.
"Well I for one don’t believe it," the blond exclaimed to the cheers of the others.
"Of course, you do dear," Jess said turning around and slowing lowering her blouse top exposing the tops of her large beautiful brown breasts. "See my perfect tan."
Jess noticed that all the women were staring and delighted in the fact they were admiring them. Even the blond didn’t say anything.
"And how about this." Jess commented turning around and raising the hem of her dress up to the lower portion of her ass cheek. "Isn’t is perfect?"
Jess didn’t hear any comments as she glance behind to see all the women staring at her glorious legs. She knew she had their attention now and decided to press on. Slowly she walked to the desk with her dress still up and pressed on a button before turning around.
"To prove my point," she continued. "I have invited several friends to come over and demonstrate."
A door opening could be heard as Jess watched all the lady’s glance towards it almost in a trance. Three young beautiful black girls entered the room all naked and walking up front to where Jess was standing. She could hear the white women gasping in surprise and then staring at the girls as they walked. Jess had made sure she had three of the most beautiful girls she could find and knew the white women couldn’t complete with them. As they arrived, she motioned for them to stand in front of the desk.
"See ladies," Jess said. "Note the glorious tans and development these women have. How can you hope to complete with this for any man? No wonder you feel inferior."
The white women were all still seated. Normally one would have tried to leave, which they couldn’t of course, but they didn’t know that. Instead, they were all staring at the girls from top to bottom and Jess noticed several was moving their thighs in their skirts together. She knew they were getting hot just looking at the beauties she had put before them.
"Would any of you like to come up and have a closer look?" She asked.
The ladies at first seem speechless till finally one of the older ladies named Sue got up.
"Well I always wondered." She said. "Why not."
As Sue made her way up, Jess noticed that Kate and June were also getting up and walking forth. Only the blond Linda was still seated. She noticed that she was still looking the girls over.
Jess slowly removed her top and then dropped her skirt down to the floor before stepping out of it. She then unhooked her bra and lowered her panties.
"Ladies," she told the white women now up in front of the black girls. "You may look as close as you like but you are not allowed to touch.
Slowly Jess made her way towards the blond Linda who was now staring as she approached. She walked up till her pussy was within a foot of the blond.
"What wrong with you honey," she asked Linda. "Never seen a black pussy before? Is it too much for you to comprehend?"
The blond was now staring at her glorious cunt and Jess knew she was getting wet between her legs by how tight her thighs were getting.
"Why don’t you kiss it?" Jess pressed on. "As a matter of fact, I suggest all of you get on your knees and kiss the beautiful pussies in front of you."
Jess watched as the other three women immediately got down and started to kiss the black girls cunts before them. Several had even put their hands down to their own cunts to try to rub their own pussies as she yelled at them that it wasn’t allowed. She turned back to Linda who was still staring at her pussy as if in a trance. Quickly she put her hand out and slapped her face.
"What’s wrong with you slut." She yelled at her. "Get your ass off that seat and on the floor. Kiss my cunt." Jess had suspected Linda would rebel from the start but instead she watched her dropped immediately off the seat on her knees and started kissing her pussy. This class had been one of the easiest she had ever had. Already all four white women were on their knees kissing their mistresses’ cunts. She let them kiss for a while enjoying the feeling before yelling at them to lick their cunts.
Linda tongue immediately found her clit working it way up and down her pussy. She reeled in excitement of the tonguing the woman was doing to her pussy as she felt herself building up to an orgasm fast. She placed her hand on Linda head grabbing a large hold of her blond hair and pushed her face deeper in her cunt till she came on her nose and mouth. She laughed as she glanced around to see all the black girls were coming on the rich bitch's faces below them.
"You are all white cunt licking whores." She yelled out. "Now you know why you can’t complete with a superior black woman. Strip bitches so we can enjoy the sight of your worthless white bodies."
All the white women were panting on the floor as they hastened to remove their clothing. She knew they were so excited they would now do anything they asked as she waited till the last was completed.
"Now ladies," she said. "You are about to learn how to pay proper respect to any black woman who comes before you. Watch closely."
Jess turned around and presented her black ass directed in front of Linda face. Reaching back, she grabbed her hair again as Linda was staring at her ass and pulled her face between her large mounds.
"Tongue my ass bitch." She yelled at her. "Tongue fuck me with that big mouth of yours."
She felt Linda tongue at the entrance of her asshole and then slowly moving in and out. The other black girls were now grabbing their own victims and proceeding to do much the same as her as she grinded her ass back and forth on Linda face. She had wanted to do this the first instance she saw the woman and hadn’t expected it to be this easy. She relaxed her asshole to allow her tongue to go deeper and deeper inside. The bitch wasn’t that bad she thought as she enjoyed her tonguing for a good ten minutes before she pushed her ass back pushing Linda backwards on the floor.
"Sluts." She yelled out to the women in the room. "Now its time to show what happens to a white cunt who thought she was superior."
She reached down and grabbing Linda by the wrist started dragging her across the room over to a nearby chair. Linda wasn’t fighting anymore as Jess noticed her cunt was soaking wet. When she got to it, she reached down and picked her up to her feet by the hair and taking a seat threw her over her lap.
"See how easy it is to dominate white bitches," She said as the rest watched on. "Now to spank this bitch who thought she was hot ******* coming into this class."
Swat, swat, swat.
Jess was really getting into spanking the blond big white ass as she continued swatting it, She was begging to be a good slave to her mistress. She begged for forgiveness and promised to worship every black woman she came across as Jess kept pounding her ass with her open palm. Soon, she was sobbing like a baby.
The other white women had watched everything that happened and knew if Linda could be dominated that easy, their asses was grass. First one and then the rest of the black girls were grabbing their white cunts by the hair and leading them to adjacent chairs and throwing them over their laps also.
The women offered no resistance as they started spanking their white fannies. All of them were
squirming and pleading with their new mistress to be a good little white slave as Jess started slapping Linda big ass again as she screamed out for mercy. The room was full of their cries as Jess finally told the ladies that the sluts had learned their lesson.
Pushing Linda off her lap, she demanded all the white women to walk to the front of the room and bend over for inspection. They were trying to get up nearly crawling hurrying to get up soon as Jess and the other ladies followed behind taunting them on their red fannies. Once in position, Jess made them reach back and spread their legs and asses, so they could have full access to whatever they wished. Jess reached down and shoved a finger up Linda bushy twat with one quick push.
"Oh, this cunt has been fucked plenty of times." Jess remarked wiggling the finger inside. "I think she needs a couple of more fingers just to feel it."
The black ladies were laughing doing their own inspections as Jess shoved two more fingers deep in Linda cunt as she moaned in lust.
"This one had a few in her ass too." Another black lady remarked. "Her asshole is as loose as her pussy."
Jess and the other women continued to torment the poor white women bent over shoving their fingers loosely in and out their cunts and assholes. Their white butts were wiggling in back as they were trying to get off on their fingers.
"I think these white bitches are trying to cum." Jess remarked as Linda was now humping her fingers in earnest. "Turn around bitch and lick my cunt. I’m going to milk those cow jugs of yours."
Jess watched as Linda turned around and felt her tongue working up and down her clit as she was still bent over. She reached down and grabbed her large boobs and started pulling up and down on them.
"Watch me milk this cow till she cum." Jess called out to the other ladies who had stopped what they were doing and turned around to watch her. "Come on cow. Cum for your black mistress."
Jess smiled as she saw Linda’s body start to betray itself and her ass was swinging wildly in back. Then her whole body shook as she came licking Jess cunt and having her large tit being jerk up and down. The black ladies were all laughing and decided they would try to same with the slut beside them.
Linda hadn’t quit licking and Jess knew she was now totally committed to serve her in any way she wanted. She pulled her head up by her hair and stared in her eyes totally hazed in lust. "Tell me you are my white bitch." Jess demanded.
"I’m your white bitch mistress." Linda replied hoping Jess would get her off again.
"Get on all fours and lick my feet like a dog." Jess commanded. "I always wanted a white dog to wag around the yard and lick whatever I want. Hurry up bitch."
Linda was on all fours lapping all around her large feet as she watched the last white woman come violently shaking all over and all of them getting down serving their mistresses feet.
"Ladies" Jess told the other black women. "You’ll find some dog collars and chains in the top desk drawer of my desk. When you get tired of the bitch tonguing your feet, feel free to put one on the mutt and take her to one of the rooms we have prepared for you for your weekend. I’m sure you’ll find plenty of uses for the bitch within our facilities and thank you for attending our race relations case 101 today. Right now, my cunt needs a good tongue massage, so I hope to see yah later. Keep licking bitch while I get your collar."
Jess walked around the desk and grab the first collar she could find. It had black woman bitch on it as she reached down and started strapping it to Linda’s neck along with a chain on the side. She hoped she could make it to the room before she cum again.
Just a fantasy, how was yours?
Pallidan
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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I feel inferior, I feel dependent, I feel you own me, I feel like your bitch
And you feel right.... and people like reading bitches who get publicly exposed. Hope your bitch sister @rovert will confess soon
As it should be, as ALL white creatures should.
IhaveNoname
Male
Mistress Rhaxma is a dominant Black Queen. By day she manages a large retail store in an out-of-town
retail park. Her workforce are largely married white females. Being a NBWO Power Queen, Rhaxma's
managerial position gives her a prime opportunity to exercise her dominant nature. She makes sure
all of her subordinates at work know She is the boss.
Rhaxma has a particular fancy for fresh white married pussy. The thought of luring a callow white female
from the bosom of her white husband into Rhaxma's clutches excites her, makes her pussy tingle. The
chance to corrupt fresh white flesh, twist a mind into submitting wholly and completely to her will,
sends shivers down her spine.
She knows whites are weak for Black Skin, Black Power.
Mistress currently has two white sluts in her stable, Annie and Sarah. They regularly lie to their husbands
to get out of the house and visit Rhaxma at her country home, where they can serve her sexual needs,
satisfy her thirst for dominating weak white flesh.
And Mistress uses her slaves fully.
retail park. Her workforce are largely married white females. Being a NBWO Power Queen, Rhaxma's
managerial position gives her a prime opportunity to exercise her dominant nature. She makes sure
all of her subordinates at work know She is the boss.
Rhaxma has a particular fancy for fresh white married pussy. The thought of luring a callow white female
from the bosom of her white husband into Rhaxma's clutches excites her, makes her pussy tingle. The
chance to corrupt fresh white flesh, twist a mind into submitting wholly and completely to her will,
sends shivers down her spine.
She knows whites are weak for Black Skin, Black Power.
Mistress currently has two white sluts in her stable, Annie and Sarah. They regularly lie to their husbands
to get out of the house and visit Rhaxma at her country home, where they can serve her sexual needs,
satisfy her thirst for dominating weak white flesh.
And Mistress uses her slaves fully.
Destiny awaits
Kelly has finally found her place in life. She is whole now and with purpose.
Be happy for Kelly.
Yes, Goddess, on my knees before your Divinity, your Power.
A lifetime of service before the Black Queen's pussy. Tasting her
alluring sex everyday. Tending to her needs without question.
