The first thing any white woman interested in this lifestyle should know is the multiple ways to adore a black penis. Because the act is much more than a simple fellatio. Black cock worship is not only an essential part of any interracial relationship (namely, the white woman’s natural place under a Black male), it can be also a rite of passage and a personal catharsis.
Why Caucasian females should periodically perform Black cock worship?
I am a professional and independent woman. But sometimes I feel that I have made too many decisions, that I have said everything I needed to say. That moment is when all I need is to let someone else to take control, trying to find my pleasure by pleasing other. Any female craves being under the firm hand of a competent Alpha male. It is part of our nature, and in that role Black man has no competitors.
Being knelt and naked are important requirements for the Black cock worship. Nudity creates vulnerability feelings and reinforces the hierarchy. Other restraints commonly used in BDSM could improve those emotions of defenselessness. But handcuffs does not permit the use of hands and limit the sexual techniques (I love to be given the freedom to express my desire to please in the way I find appropriate: sucking, kissing, licking, stroking…) and blindfolds avoid eye contact, something that creates a strong emotional bond between slave and Master.
The knelt position gives me a feeling of helplessness and reminds my slave status. Kneeling is associated with reverence, submission and obeisance, particularly if one kneels before a person who is standing. For this reason, in some religions kneeling is used as a position of submission to God; the same traditional ideologies in which females are tacitly taught to manipulate men using their sexuality.
The knelt position provides my Black Master control over me, allows me to show my devotion to him, and forces me to focus my attention on the Black man’s cock. The first moment of the ritual is always empowering. When I feel how it grows and throbs in my mouth I feel powerful, feminine, capable of create such reaction in a powerful manhood. Lovingly savouring his dark erection, enjoying every inch, feeling every beat, tasting the warm seed… then he moves me how he wants me. He tells me when to move and when to be still, and I watch his face for reactions, looking into his eyes to ask if he likes what I am doing.
During the Black cock worship, Black male asserts his sexual supremacy until he ejaculates. It is not my task to decide how or where he can do it. His sperm, his choice: white woman must accept it. As his throbbing Black cock pumps semen inside my mouth or over my face, we both understand the significance of this encounter.
The BBC is more than just a sexual organ. It is the embodiment of Black man’s power and superiority. A Black penis is a weapon of war, a tool of conquest. My pale body is merely territory for the Black cock to claim and conquer, to colonize with its potent seed. When a Black man uses egoistically my mouth, it is more than simply sex. It is impossible not to perceive the racial synergies at play.
Black cock worship reinforces the unequal nature of my relationship with my Black Master. His dark manhood not only invades my body: we are enacting the modern dynamics between Africa and Europe. The strong dominates the weak, the youth invades the decadent, and the only thing the submissive can do is to please his Master. Every time my mouth is fucked by a big black cock, I am submitting on behalf of my race.
When this happens, there is a struggle in my mind about the nature of my relationship with the Black male. I shouldn’t love to worship a black cock. A voice inside my head tells me it is wrong and humiliating. But the pleasure quickly silences that voice. When I am sucking a black cock, I am ****** to leave aside my role as a respectable married woman. I can no longer hide my secret cravings, I can no longer hide that I am a whore. It is a catharsis, a releasing moment in which my inner self converges with my formal identity.
For me the BBC is a tool of mental liberation. It is manifested the male strength and confidence I am searching for, and also the devotion I want to give over to someone manly enough to handle it. When I am blowing a black cock, I get the freedom to be exactly who I am without judgment.
Some of the most profound moments between my Black Master and me occur when I perform Black cock worship. In these moments, there is only my Master, me, and our unshakeable bond. Nothing and no one else matters. More than ever, my Black mentor becomes the center of my world, our bodies and minds are indelibly linked through his big black cock.
For any white woman, the first Black cock worship becomes a rite of passage, a celebration which occurs when an individual leaves one group to enter another, involving a significant change of her social status. But many secret submissive struggle and strain with these cravings. They perceive submission as an obstacle to be overcome, a battle to be won. However, when a would-be submissive meets the right Black male, there is little struggle. Under the firm hand of her dark mentor, submission comes naturally: she just has to stop fighting, quieting the voice inside and relish the gift of surrender.
Because it is not really a surrender. It is seeing clearly where is your natural place and accepting it, whatever the grief, because the grief of struggling against your own nature is far greater.
Why Caucasian females should periodically perform Black cock worship?
I am a professional and independent woman. But sometimes I feel that I have made too many decisions, that I have said everything I needed to say. That moment is when all I need is to let someone else to take control, trying to find my pleasure by pleasing other. Any female craves being under the firm hand of a competent Alpha male. It is part of our nature, and in that role Black man has no competitors.
Being knelt and naked are important requirements for the Black cock worship. Nudity creates vulnerability feelings and reinforces the hierarchy. Other restraints commonly used in BDSM could improve those emotions of defenselessness. But handcuffs does not permit the use of hands and limit the sexual techniques (I love to be given the freedom to express my desire to please in the way I find appropriate: sucking, kissing, licking, stroking…) and blindfolds avoid eye contact, something that creates a strong emotional bond between slave and Master.
The knelt position gives me a feeling of helplessness and reminds my slave status. Kneeling is associated with reverence, submission and obeisance, particularly if one kneels before a person who is standing. For this reason, in some religions kneeling is used as a position of submission to God; the same traditional ideologies in which females are tacitly taught to manipulate men using their sexuality.
The knelt position provides my Black Master control over me, allows me to show my devotion to him, and forces me to focus my attention on the Black man’s cock. The first moment of the ritual is always empowering. When I feel how it grows and throbs in my mouth I feel powerful, feminine, capable of create such reaction in a powerful manhood. Lovingly savouring his dark erection, enjoying every inch, feeling every beat, tasting the warm seed… then he moves me how he wants me. He tells me when to move and when to be still, and I watch his face for reactions, looking into his eyes to ask if he likes what I am doing.
During the Black cock worship, Black male asserts his sexual supremacy until he ejaculates. It is not my task to decide how or where he can do it. His sperm, his choice: white woman must accept it. As his throbbing Black cock pumps semen inside my mouth or over my face, we both understand the significance of this encounter.
The BBC is more than just a sexual organ. It is the embodiment of Black man’s power and superiority. A Black penis is a weapon of war, a tool of conquest. My pale body is merely territory for the Black cock to claim and conquer, to colonize with its potent seed. When a Black man uses egoistically my mouth, it is more than simply sex. It is impossible not to perceive the racial synergies at play.
Black cock worship reinforces the unequal nature of my relationship with my Black Master. His dark manhood not only invades my body: we are enacting the modern dynamics between Africa and Europe. The strong dominates the weak, the youth invades the decadent, and the only thing the submissive can do is to please his Master. Every time my mouth is fucked by a big black cock, I am submitting on behalf of my race.
When this happens, there is a struggle in my mind about the nature of my relationship with the Black male. I shouldn’t love to worship a black cock. A voice inside my head tells me it is wrong and humiliating. But the pleasure quickly silences that voice. When I am sucking a black cock, I am ****** to leave aside my role as a respectable married woman. I can no longer hide my secret cravings, I can no longer hide that I am a whore. It is a catharsis, a releasing moment in which my inner self converges with my formal identity.
For me the BBC is a tool of mental liberation. It is manifested the male strength and confidence I am searching for, and also the devotion I want to give over to someone manly enough to handle it. When I am blowing a black cock, I get the freedom to be exactly who I am without judgment.
Some of the most profound moments between my Black Master and me occur when I perform Black cock worship. In these moments, there is only my Master, me, and our unshakeable bond. Nothing and no one else matters. More than ever, my Black mentor becomes the center of my world, our bodies and minds are indelibly linked through his big black cock.
For any white woman, the first Black cock worship becomes a rite of passage, a celebration which occurs when an individual leaves one group to enter another, involving a significant change of her social status. But many secret submissive struggle and strain with these cravings. They perceive submission as an obstacle to be overcome, a battle to be won. However, when a would-be submissive meets the right Black male, there is little struggle. Under the firm hand of her dark mentor, submission comes naturally: she just has to stop fighting, quieting the voice inside and relish the gift of surrender.
Because it is not really a surrender. It is seeing clearly where is your natural place and accepting it, whatever the grief, because the grief of struggling against your own nature is far greater.
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