She said - He said

My name is Laverna Johnson and this is my story about how I found, dominated, and enslaved my white submissive husband. I am a 40 year old Black Woman, and a Senior Partner at a Wall Street law firm in NYC. I am a dominant woman and have known that for a long time. I believe in Black Supremacy and Female Superiority and have incorporated both into my daily life. I am physically attracted to white men, but that's fine. It fits into my Black Supremacy reverse racism vibe quite well, and there is nothing that excites me more than a white boy on his knees worshiping my royal black ass and pussy.

My name is Larry Fischer. This is my story about how I became the possession, property, and slave of a dominant Black Goddess. I am a 25 year old white guy and worked at the same law firm as Laverna as an office boy. The job was menial, making copies, running errands, lots of filing, and occasionally serving papers on some poor man or woman. The job was supposed to be temporary. Just until I found something better, but the pay was decent, the people nice, and the work not too hard, so I just sort of let inertia take over and I stayed. I never considered myself to be submissive, but looking back I guess I was fooling myself. I was always shy around women, sort of in awe of them. I am also physically attracted to Black women, they are beautiful, but most of the time couldn't work up the nerve to ask one out. When I did, the date went nowhere as I couldn't bring myself to make any moves on her. That was the situation I was in with Laverna's secretary, Tina. I wanted to ask her out, but didn't have the nerve. She was an attractive Black woman and I sort of thought she liked me, but damn it, I couldn't pull the trigger. What was wrong with me?

Larry Fischer was an office boy with the firm. Not bad looking if you like them short and slender. I do. He was around 5'5 and probably weighed in at 135 pounds.

I'm 6'3 and tip the scales at 250. Yes, I'm a big girl. Anyway, Larry had the hots for my secretary Tina and everyone in the office knew it. You could tell by the way he looked at her all starry eyed. Tina knew it too.

She asked me, "Why doesn't he ask me out already. I know he wants to and I'd go, but he never asks. What's wrong with him?"

"He's probably just shy," I said. "Why don't you encourage him?"

"Hell no," said Tina. "If he doesn't even have the balls to ask me out, what am I going to do with him? I want no part of it."

Well, maybe Tina wanted no part of him, but I was starting to get interested. Larry definitely had submissive slave potential, and my own sex life was at a crossroads. Mostly I'd find a submissive on a S&M website, let them eat my pussy and ass, then let them jerk off while licking my asshole. Two problems. Most of these guys were full fledged masochists who wanted to be whipped and beaten to a bloody pulp, and that's just not my thing. The other thing was that for them it was just about sex. While the sex was fun, I wanted more. I wanted a full time servant. Someone to cook, clean, do housework. Stuff I despised doing and often didn't. So my home was often a mess. I'd hire cleaning people, but why pay if you can get it for free? Maybe Larry was a treasure hiding right under my nose? Maybe I should find out.

I was standing in front of Tina's desk. She was giving me a bunch of documents that needed to be scanned into the computer, then filed. This would be the perfect time to ask. A new summer blockbuster movie had just opened and I had heard her mention she wanted to see it.

"Uh...Tina"...I started.

She looked up, smiled, and said, "Yes?"

The words wouldn't come out of my mouth. God, what a hopeless loser I was. After a few awkward seconds I managed to say, "Is that everything?"

She frowned, looked angry, but finally said, "Yes, you have everything. Goodbye!" She then got up and left.

God, she would have said yes. I know she would have said yes. Now she probably feels insulted. I am a jerk, idiot, loser. Just then Ms. Johnson opened the door to her inner office and said, "Larry, be a dear and come here please."

I followed her into her office and noticed again what a striking woman she was. Very tall, dark skinned, chubby, but it was all curves in the right places and she had an enormous ass. Something that always turned me on in a woman. She was a little too old for me, but if she had been younger...Ha! The voice of reason intruded into my thoughts. If she had been younger you'd stand there like an idiot and say nothing. You couldn't even ask her secretary out.

"How may I help you Ms. Johnson", I asked.

She looked at me, smiled, and said, "Will you do me a special favor? I have a court appearance in less than two hours and must review some papers first. I'm really pressed for time or I wouldn't ask, but could you shine my shoes so I'll look sharp in court? I know it isn't in your job description, and I know it's wrong to ask you, but would you do it...for me?"

That was unexpected I thought, but Ms. Johnson had always been very nice to me and if I could do this little thing to help her, why not?

"Of course I'll do it for you," I said.

She kicked off her shoes and said, "Thank you so much. You'll find polish and brushes in the bottom right desk drawer."

I picked up her shoes, got the polish, and started shining.

That went well I thought. Not only is he shining my shoes, but I got him to bend over and pick them up. Yes, he has slave potential. Serving a woman seems to come natural to him. I had interacted with Larry on the job. He was smart, although he never went to college. Clean, well groomed, not bad looking. He seemed to lack ambition, but that was okay. Who wants an ambitious slave? Ditto his lack of self confidence. I wanted someone who would feel honored if I let them drink my piss. Larry might just be that guy. I decided to explore further.

"Thank you so much Larry. You did a great job on the shoes. Please let me buy you dinner as a reward. It's Friday and we don't have to come in tomorrow. Unfortunately I have a little work I need to do at home. Not a lot, but it's important.

Tell you what. Come by my place around 7, and I'll order us some take out. Is that okay with you?"

"Um...yes. Of course", he said, looking a little startled.

"Great", I said. "I'll tell the doorman to expect you and send you up."

I was startled. Ms. Johnson had just invited me to dinner at her place. Was it a date? Don't be stupid I told myself. She's just being nice. She had always been nice to me. That's all this was. Still, that big ass of hers kept intruding on my thoughts. Older woman or not, wouldn't it be nice if.... CUT IT OUT! I told myself. Don't be a moron and get yourself fired. Have a nice dinner. Go home. Jerk off. Only this time you'd be thinking of Ms. Johnson, not Tina.

I showed up at her building at 7. The doorman told me I was expected and sent me up. Ms. Johnson let me in.

"Hi Larry." She smiled and her whole face lit up. She had the whitest teeth and they contrasted so nicely with her dark skin. She had changed and was wearing a loose T-shirt and some very tight jeans that showed the curves of her ass. I got hard. She didn't notice, thank God.

"I have about a half hour's worth of reading I need to do. I've ordered some Chinese takeout and it should get here just about the time I'm done. I'm embarrassed to say that I haven't done the dishes in a while and I don't have any clean ones when the food gets here. Would you be a real dear and wash them for us?"

"Sure," I said. "No problem."

So I started doing the dishes. I noticed the floors could use a sweeping too. So when the dishes were done, I swept the floor. It was the least I could do.

That was easier than I thought. I got him doing my dishes with no protests at all. Yes, Larry was getting more and more interesting. Then...OMG!...He's sweeping the floor without being asked. He's a natural submissive slave. He just needs to be shown the right direction to go. I actually felt myself getting wet just watching him. He's hooked I thought. Now I need to gently reel him in.

The food arrived and it was excellent. After we finished I was shocked when he asked if I had any containers for the leftovers. Put them in the fridge. Threw away the take out boxes, and cleaned the table. All without being asked. It may seem odd to you, but that sort of thing gets me hot, and my pussy was dripping.

We sat on the couch and I said, "Larry, my feet hurt. Would you rub them?"

He had to get up, get on the ground, and rub them, and he did it without a peep. This was going so much better than planned that I decided to push my luck. "Larry," I said, "Kiss my feet."

Dinner at Ms. Johnson's had been great. She seemed a little surprised when i cleaned up after it, but it would be unfair to leave the work to her after she had paid for the food. Besides, I wanted to do something nice for her since she was being so nice to me.

Later she asked me to rub her feet. Why not? I wanted to touch her body but know I'd never be able to ask. Then after a few minutes she asked me to kiss her feet. Now that was kinky, but the opportunity to put my lips on that hot body, any part of it, was too good to pass up. So I began to kiss and lick her feet. After a minute or so she said, "Suck my toes. Put all five in your mouth." I did. Then she said, "Suck each toe by itself." I did that too. "Now the other foot. First all five. Then one by one." I did and noticed that at some point she had stood up and towered over me, while I was low to the ground sucking toes.

You might wonder why I did it. For one thing I didn't get to put my lips on a woman's body often, unless I paid her. So I was enjoying the experience. The other thing was that somehow, it just felt right. It felt natural and right for me to be laying on the floor sucking this big Black woman's toes. I also had an erection. God, I hope she didn't notice.

I had taken a chance and won when I told him to kiss my feet. After the briefest hesitation, probably to process what he had just heard, he did, and then on command started sucking my toes. I stood up so he had to lay on his belly to do it. There was not a hint of rebellion or resistance. Then I noticed the bulge in his pants. This was better than I could have hoped for. Laying the the floor sucking my toes ha made him hard. If I played my cards right I knew I had found the the devoted, worshipful white slave I was looking for. I was so hot that I was afraid my pussy would start smoking. Maybe it would have if it weren't so wet, but I knew I had to go slow. Throwing him on the floor and raping him would get me a fun night, but scare him off forever. Leading him by the nose down the road to slavery slow but steady was the way to go. So I said, "Thank you Larry, you can get up now," and bent over and helped him to his feet.

I was really enjoying sucking Ms. Johnson's toes. Then she said thank you and said I could get up. I didn't want to but I certainly wasn't going to do anything she didn't want. She could get me fired from my job with a snap of her fingers. At least she hadn't noticed my erection. If she did and it angered her, I was dead meat, but she was so beautiful and sexy I couldn't help getting hard. Surely she'd understand that and not think I was being disrespectful. I hoped. It was best if she didn't notice.

She didn't seem angry. Quite the opposite. She actually bent down and helped me to my feet, she gave me a big smile and said, "Thank you Larry. My feet get so tired and sore after a long day at the office. It was sweet of you to help me with that.

"I was happy to do it," I said truthfully. You've been so nice to me at work, and here. I wanted to do something nice for you."

Perfect, I had gotten him to say he was happy kissing my feet. I wanted him to realize that being my slave was something he wanted. Make him think it was his idea all along. It isn't hard for a strong Black Woman to manipulate a white boy. It's just one of the many reasons we are superior to them. I thought he was ready to handle the race issue. So I smiled and said, "Larry, I probably shouldn't tell you this, in fact I know I shouldn't. I am your boss at work, but I am physically attracted to white men. You've been so sweet and considerate that I find myself being attracted to you. How would you feel about a relationship with a Black woman?" Ha! I thought to myself. I knew damn well that he had the hots for Black women, and if I didn't know, seeing the bulge in his pants grow even larger when I mentioned the possibility would have given it away.

I couldn't believe my ears. Ms. Johnson said she was attracted to me and was asking what I thought about a interracial relationship...with her. She is so beautiful and I wondered why she would bother with me. Whatever the reason she apparently did. She had a big smile on her face and was slowly moving closer to me. Ms. Johnson is almost a foot taller than me and as she approached her large...very large...breasts were almost in my face. Then, she bent over and her face was close to mine. I felt my loser reflex starting to kick in. I was starting to freeze up like I usually do around women, Damn it! This was too good to screw up. I managed to say, "I am very attracted to Black Women. I think they are beautiful."

Arg I thought. I should have said I think you are beautiful, which is true. She'll be annoyed, throw me out. Why the hell can't I be more relaxed around women. I'm hopeless.

But, she didn't get annoyed or throw me out. Her smile grew even bigger and she gave me a second chance by asking, "Do you think I am beautiful"?

"Yes. I think you are very beautiful," I replied.

"But I'm fat" she said. :I weigh 250 pounds."

"But you 're very tall, over six feet."

"Six three."

"Yes. You are big and strong too I bet. Not fat."

She put her finger on the tip of my nose and said, "Yes, I am big, Black, and strong too. Do you like big, Black, strong women"?

"Yes"... I stammered...surprised by the question, but as I thought about it I realized that I was very excited by Ms. Johnsons size, strength, and power. Since I knew I couldn't really create a relationship on my own, perhaps it was best to let a strong woman do it for me. So I added, "Yes I like the fact that you are big, black and strong. You excite me."

I was afraid, just for a second, that I had gone to far, but damn it, she did excite me. That she knew and accepted her power and didn't feel a need to pretend she didn't have it excited me more than any other woman ever had. I prayed she wouldn't think me disrespectful. She didn't. She gave me an even bigger smile and said,, "Thank you. That was a very nice and sweet thing to say. That you can accept a strong black woman is one of the reasons i find myself attracted to you. It's one of the reasons I want to be nice to you. Do things you'll enjoy and make you feel good. How about you? Do you want me to tell you what makes me happy and feel good? If I tell you will you obey me and do them? Do you want me to be happy and feel good?

"I want to make you happy and feel good more than anything else in the world," I said.

"More than anything else in the world", she asked.

"Yes, more than anything else in the world."

" Hearing you say that makes me happy", she said, "but you have to show me you mean it."

"How'? I asked.

"By getting on your knees before me and telling me you will obey my commands so I can be happy and feel good. Get on your knees, look into my eyes, and tell

me."

So I did.

It was all going perfectly. Even better than I had expected. Larry was so sweet. So eager to please. So submissive and docile that it was hard to restrain myself from grabbing him and shoving his face up my ass. That would come, and soon, but I wanted him to want his face in my ass. To understand I wasn't making him do it, but that he wanted to do it because he accepted Black supremacy and female superiority and knew that licking a Black Woman's asshole was his proper station in life, and one he wanted to be in. I had just commanded him to get on his knees and tell me he'd obey me, and he was doing it. As I towered over him like a Black Amazon Goddess he said, "Ms. Johnson, when you tell me what will make you happy and feel good, I will obey and do as you desire because I want you to be happy and seeing you happy makes me happy."

Bingo! He had just agreed to obey me. Now was the time to take it up a level. I said, "Larry, it was great to hear you say that. It makes me very happy, but now that we are in a relationship calling me Ms. Johnson is a bit formal. Call me Mistress Johnson."

"Yes Mistress Johnson. As you wish Mistress Johnson."

"Good boy. You're making me happy. Very happy. Stay on your knees and listen. This is important."

"Yes Mistress Johnson."

"I believe that relationships must be built on truth and honesty. Dishonesty or denial of truth destroys a relationship. Don't you agree.?"

"Yes Mistress Johnson, I agree,"

"Good. Here are a few facts. I am a woman. Black, big and strong. You are a male, white, small and not very strong. I have wealth, power, social standing, and a Doctorate in Law. You, are an office boy. I am better than you, superior to you, in every way. You are inferior to me. Blacks are superior to whites. Women superior to men. You know that is true because you are attracted to Black Women, but afraid of us too. You could never ask my Secretary, Tina, out because deep down inside you knew she was too good for you. I don't say this to you to hurt your feelings or make you feel bad. I am still attracted to you, and I still want to, and will, make you happy, but you need to accept the reality about your place in the relationship. There will be no pretending that we are equals. Can you accept that? Can you embrace it. Are you ready to start a new life and accept Black Supremacy and Female Superiority? If you do, I promise you won't regret it."

I was on my knees...which somehow felt appropriate...before Ms. Johnson who now wished to be called Mistress Johnson. A little less formal but a bit more accurate about the nature of the relationship. She then started listing reasons she was superior to me, and the plain truth was that I couldn't dispute a single thing she said. It was all true. I could deny truth, but wouldn't it be better to accept it and rid myself of the stress of pretending to be something I'm not? She said it didn't matter to her that I was inferior, but refusing to accept it would. When she started talking about Black Supremacy, I quicky realized she had hit the nail on the head. The reason I could never pull the trigger on someone like Tina was that deep down inside I knew she was better than me. I didn't want to pretend I was her equal in a vanilla relationship. I wanted to kiss her ass. Like a bolt of lightning it hit me that all along what I really wanted was a Black Woman who wanted me to kiss her ass. It looked like I found one.

Still on my knees I said, " Mistress Johnson I hear what you are saying and want you to know that I agree. I guess I've always know I was inferior to Black Women, and always knew that my proper place was on my knees before one, or behind her kissing her ass. Thank you for helping me understand and accept that. Please relieve me of the burden of pretending I am the equal of any Black Woman. I accept and embrace the fact that I am not. Please make female superiority and Black supremacy...you superiority and supremacy, part of my daily life. We both know I am not your equal. Let's not hide that from each other, or others. I promise to obey you and accept your authority over me."

Mistress Johnson was beaming. "Rise", she said, and as I got to my feet she swept me up in her arms and started kissing me. She forced her tongue down my throat while her hands explored my body. She found my erection.