Cuckold Husband Meets Wife’s Black Boyfriend

Paul’s wife, Leanne, found him easy to control. Paul’s other virtue is that his job pays very well. Ten days after a short, perfunctory wedding Paul came home to an empty house. Leanne left a note: “Don’t know when I’ll be home.”

She returned after Paul had gone to bed and fell asleep. Leanne evaded her husband’s questions. Clearly, she was not going to tell him what she had been doing. Absences and notes became a twice-weekly event. Paul was very upset. Finally, he demanded his wife explain her reasons for staying away from home so often. Passive Paul was not forceful. His questioning sounded like pouting. Tired of Pauls’ pestering, Leanne finally answered him. She spent those evening with her boyfriends. Paul did not get angry. There was no yelling or shouting. Paul burst into tears.

Now he knew why his wife rarely wanted to make love with him. It was not her libido. She preferred other men. Paul begged Leanne to stop cuckolding him. She smiled, nodded her head, and kept her silence. Finally angered enough to try to exert masculine authority Paul stood over his wife and began to lecture. She quickly stood up and slapped him the face. It was a hard slap. Two more followed. Her husband sat down and had another crying session.

Leanne’s manner was severe and dominating. Paul had to learn his place. She had held off too long in putting him there. He should stop pretending that he was a real man. Calling her husband, a cowardly chump Leanne made it clear: she would make the rules. He would obey.

Sad, miserable, unable to fight his wife’s sheer forcefulness Paul sat silent. Leanne told him that he disgusted her. She needed the company of a real man. She grabbed her purse and left. Leanne was not home when Paul arose after a sleepless, rotten, exhausting night. She must have come back after he had managed to fall sleep. She had left a note.

Leanne’s note was a list of tasks. Paul was to clean the house and cook a good dinner. Paul rebelled. For half a minute. Obeying his wife would prevent unpleasantness. When Leanne returned he had swept the floors, polished the furniture, and prepared a very good supper. Leanne surveyed his work. She told him to do better next time. She sat down at the dinner table. Paul started to join her. She told him that he must serve her as a waiter. He would eat in the kitchen, as a servant should. She was caustic, commanding, irresistible. Paul’s will crumbled and he obeyed his wife.

Leanne remained constantly critical. Paul’s housework and cooking were actually good. Crushing his ego was a prudent pleasure. She started spanking him regularly. At first, she just wanted to see if he would dare resist her. Watching her husband flinch with every blow from his own leather belt was hilarious. She would never stop spanking him. One morning as Paul served her breakfast Leanne told him to prepare enough food for a guest when he cooked supper. By now, the beaten cuckold husband never dared complain or hesitate. He just obeyed his wife.

That evening Leanne brought Ted home with her. Ted was her favorite boyfriend and Black. Paul did not need to be told that Ted was her wife’s lover. The man was so big and muscular Paul actually shriveled inside, so ashamed of his comparative inadequacy.

The worst was yet to come. Before sitting down to supper, Leanne ordered her husband to show her boyfriend proper respect. Ted was a real man. Paul must honor that by kneeling and licking Ted’s shoes. Slowly unable to stop himself, Paul got down on his hands and knees. He offered homage to the man who did what he could not: have sex with Leanne. Ted told Paul to get on his hands and knees and he put one foot on Paul’s back while Leanne sucked Ted's big cock to a hard erection. The happy couple laughed merrily at the pathetic, humiliated cuckolded husband as they started to make love in front of him and knew he could do nothing about it!.


Thereafter, Leanne was not forced out of the house to fuck a real man. Ted moved to live with the couple. Paul slept from that day in the guest room and Ted with his wife. The roles were clearly delimited. Paul became his wife's servant.


But Paul's humiliation did not stop. Ted invited his friends to fuck Paul's wife. He also uploaded the videos that some of his many friends filmed to porn websites such as Porn Hub. In these videos, Paul is seen licking Ted's feet while he fucks his wife.


The news about Paul's new life ran like a Ferrari. Paul's coworkers and friends soon know the facts.

Verdadero amor

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Commuters

Aurora and I (Nathan) are were commuters, a typical white couple from the suburbs, young and childless, and with more desire to have fun than to consider a life plan for the rest of our lives. I am an engineer and my wife architect. We travel every working day from suburbs to the city center in our car. She drives. We only have one car but we work very close to each other. We meet every day for lunch together, although almost every day we have lunch with some co-workers I (miner or hers). Because we do not have children and we both have good salaries, our standard of living is were pretty good.  We go usued to go out many weekends, alone or accompanied by other couples of our same socioeconomic level. Some weekends we stay used to  styay at home, in summer we used to enjoy the pool or go out to dinner outside.

Joan and I are in pretty good shape. I don't mean to brag. She was then (two years ago) thirty years old, five feet and four inches tall and weighed one hundred and twenty pounds. My wife is a stunning woman with a sexy look. I was thirty yo, 6 feet 9 inches tall and weighed 162 pounds. We do sports every day. She is blonde and slim with C cup bra.
One of our most frequent hobbies used to be this: she walks slowly through the city and I walk a few steps behind. She wears a miniskirt and a very low cut shirt (or a dress with similar characteristics). I watch as men turn their heads a little when they think nobody sees them to watch her. Sometimes I record it with my gopro camera and we had fun watching the videos at night at home. Actually I speak in the present tense when I should speak in the past, because our life changed radically - and improved - after that Monday, June 26, 2017.

After a summer weekend when we rented a cabin in a forest, on Sunday we arrived home very late. Before, we had dined and drunk too much wine, especially my wife. I had to drive home. It was fortunate that we did not meet with a police patrol.
The next morning, the car did not start. The battery was discharged. I checked with desolation that I forgot the lights on. Normally my wife was driving and I didn't have much habit of doing it. Aurora did not say a word of reproach. He just asked: "What do we do?"
"I bought the battery three months ago. We just have to charge again with the battery charger, and tonight we'll have it loaded again."
"Oh no. We will have to go by train to the city. You know it's full of negroes and Mexican immigrants. I hate those people, dirty and ignorant. Most do not even know how to speak correctly. I do not even like to see them in movies. And the train will be full of those sweaty and dirty people. I hate them."
My wife was racist, but this is the only fault I saw in her. In the rest she is perfect. She is caring, affectionate, loving and she pampers me a lot. Rectify: she used to spoil me a lot. (I have to remember that this happened in the past and it doesn't happen anymore, but when I remember the happy moments we both lived together, I seem to relive them as they did now. No, I do not regret what I have done since that day, but sometimes the longing for those happy moments comes to me). Everyone loves her except blacks and latinos. She helps everyone (except blacks and latinos). We had talked about the racism many times and we never agreed. This was not the right time to talk about it again, if we did not want to be late for work. So I hurried to put the car battery to charge while my wife called a cab.
When we got to the train station, there was a huge crowd waiting for the next train. The crowd was larger than normal - people at the station talked about it -, because as we learned later, the previous train was damaged in some previous place on the railway.
We had to wait half an hour until the train arrived. Joan kept looking at her beautiful wristwatch that I had given her on our last wedding anniversary.
"Today we are going to be late for work."
"Yes, it's true, but we can not do anything", I replied. "We must try to be in contact and not separate."
"Okay", she replied with discouragement.
However, we could not avoid separating. Suddenly I was locked between two gigantic black men with no possibility of leaving while my wife was pushed by the crowd to the next car.
As soon as it was possible for me, I was backing down the train looking all around looking for Joan. I measure 6 feet 5 inches and thanks to my height it was possible for me to look for my wife over the heads of others.
The train was very long and I had a hard time finding her. When I got to the last car, I did not find my wife either. She can get off at a previous station if she had felt dizzy from the crowd and from the smell of the crowd. We were at the end of June and the heat (the air conditioning did not work) added to the fact that there are always people who do not think that showering every day is important for everyone, not only for them was there a bad smell. However, even though I shower every day, I was also sweating because the heat was high. I wore my jacket under my arm because the heat was too hot.
At the end of the last car I saw a group of five young black men standing in a circle around something or someone I could not see. They were screaming with joy and cheering themselves. Blacks and immigrants were cheering for them. I asked a man in his fifties with a Mexican look about the matter.
'A white and young slut is sucking those blacks' dicks,' he said scornfully. 'I think she is sucking the last one, but if you want to watch you should hurry because we're about to get to the terminal station and all the passengers will get off the train'.
I approached the group separating those who watch or tried to watch what was happening and I managed to reach the group of five black men. Some even tried to record with their mobiles what was happening. Thanks to my height I could see Joan kneeling in the floor and licking a black big cock. Strange behavior for a woman who barely half an hour was talking bad about blacks and their filth. Suddenly her racism had disappeared.
The strangest were my feelings. I did not feel anger or jealousy. I was enjoying the show. My wife's eyes were fixed on what was in front of her and she did not look up. She was focused on the huge black cock in front of her. She sucked his cock in its full length. Obviously she was enjoying a lot. From her face and her gestures it didn't seem that anyone was forcing her to do something she didn't want.
Then she put it in her mouth or at least tried it, because the cock was too long to put it whole in it. No doubt his cock was twice as long as mine and twice as thick. A few days later I learned that his cock was not the biggest in the group, but I'll tell you that later. My wife is very beautiful, but at that moment I saw her more beautiful than ever. And I saw her more times so beautiful and not just licking black cocks.
In the same second that the train stopped at the station, Joan swallowed all the semen with greed and delight. Then he looked up and saw my face leaning between two shoulders. Instead of seeing regret or disgust on her face, I only saw her tongue licking and sucking her lips. She had the same look as a naughty girl who is sucking a candy even though her mother has forbidden it because it is very close to lunch or dinner. That mischievous look conquered me.
When we all went down to the platform Joan exchanged his mobile number with one of them and promised that they would see each other (the six, she repeated) again soon.
We both left the train station without saying a word. I did not ask for any explanation and she did not offer to give it to me. Our workplaces were, as I said before, close to each other, and although the distance was not very large, we took a taxi to try not to accumulate a greater delay.
We both had to work another hour to recover lost time. During lunch we did not say a single word about the train incident. I tried to guess by his gestures that she was thinking. She was melancholic and abstracted, but with a face of pleasure as if remembering something fun or beautiful. Joan barely spoke and I respected her silence.
But the strangest thing for me was my own attitude. I was not angry or irritated with my wife. I simply looked like an entomologist observing the strange behavior of a new insect. I was curious to know that more things were going to happen. I was convinced that what had happened that morning on the train was going to affect our lives.
When at evening, once at home, we talked about what had happened on the train, we both talked with laughter that our bosses had scolded us for not working at the normal pace, but much slower. That was not the most productive day of our lives.
Aurora talked for more than an hour with the black man she had asked for the phone number. And he did the same on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. But he did it secretly from me, simply ordering me not to follow her to speak with privacy.
Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday we went to work in our car, but on Thursday night we had a long conversation that I summarize now.
- I guess you haven't forgotten what happened on Monday morning on the train - she said.
- No, of course not.
- The crowd pushed me to the end of the last car. There a group of five black men surrounded me. One of them made me kneel and unzipped the fly of his pants. He took out a huge black cock and took me with both hands of my nape and forced me to suck his cock. You've known me for six years and you know that I've always been racist, but I don't know what went through my head but I couldn't refuse. Believe me, I didn't make a single gesture of rejection! I was hypnotized in front of that huge black cock! I could not reject the authoritarian gesture of that black man who forced me to suck his cock! I don't know what went through my mind! I started sucking that black guy in front of other blacks and Latinos. Then not even the other four blacks who were his friends surrounded us so that people would not see us. At the time I swallowed his semen he gestured to his friends to surround us and have some privacy. But it was too late. Several people had filmed us with their mobiles. I saw it and realized everything. And I did nothing to prevent it. And I kept sucking black cocks. And I swallowed his semen. Do you remember that I always refused to swallow yours? Well, at that time I was so crazy, so out of me that I swallowed the semen of them five. You could see how I swallowed the the semen  of the last one.
He paused. Then he stared at me.
- What you think? What was your impression of what you saw and what I have told you.
- When I saw you surrounded by those five blacks sucking one of their dicks, I thought I had never seen you so beautiful and pretty. You were sweating and with disheveled hair, but you were very beautiful.
- Seriously?
- Yes, dear.
- I wanted to propose a divorce because I thought it was the most honorable way out for you.
- Divorce? Are you crazy? I will never divorce you. Never!
A pause longer than the previous one.
- This changes everything. If you don't want a divorce, we have to find a way to live all seven together. I will make a call. There is some salmon, lettuce and tomato in the fridge. Please make grilled salmon and a simple salad. I'm hungry.
- Sure, dear.
Although Aurora said she was hungry, she spent almost an hour and a half talking on the phone. I was nervous, I don't know if it would be the conversation she had with black (or blacks) or because of the increase in the phone bill that threatened to ruin us.
- Everything is already fixed, honey. On Saturday morning the five blacks will come on the train. We will wait at the train station and bring them to home. I'm sorry honey, but if you don't like my plan, you can spend the weekend somewhere else. I am a cautious woman and I have saved an emergency money fund to spend with contingencies. I think I have about 200 or 250 dollars.
- No dear, I will not leave you alone. We will be together.
- Honey, I don't know if you understand what I'm going to do with them five all weekend.
- Of course, honey, I understand. You are going to fuck with them, and I will be with you, cleaning, cooking, washing clothes, ironing. This week we have not taken much care of our home and it is very dirty. Oh, by the way, there is only half a bottle of whiskey left and I have to buy more. I imagine your friends like whiskey, right? And beer. I don't have to forget about beers. Tomorrow Friday, when we return from work, we go to the supermarket to buy everything. Whiskey, beers, meat, vegetables, fruits, ice cream. On Sunday we can make a barbecue...
- Oh honey I'm very proud of you. You are the best husband a woman can have. But there is one more thing.
- What?
- They demand some things about you.
- What things?
- The first thing is that you and I don't have more sex anymore. They want me exclusively for them and their friends that they can invite in the future.
I stayed silent for a few minutes without knowing what to say. She looked at me curiously.
 - How they intend to prevent you and I from having sex?
- In two ways. The first is that, from now on, at least one of them will sleep with me in our bed. Tonight will be the last night we will sleep together. Starting tomorrow, you will sleep in the guest room. If you want to fuck me, take advantage of this night because you will not have another chance anymore. But if you prefer divorce, tonight you go to sleep at a hotel and we will never have sex again.
- The second requirement is to put you on a chastity device. 
- Whaaaat?
- Look on your cell phone what it is.
I did that and I was amazed when I saw photos.
- There are men who lock their penis in that kind of ... how to say ... cage with lock or lock !!! I exclaimed in amazement.
- Yes, there are men who wear it all day. We may know someone who takes it and we ignore it.
My led to think of Patrick, an office mate who we believe is dominated by his wife.
After another pause that lasted a few minutes that seemed like an eternity, as they say in many novels, I said.
- Let me think for a few hours. Tomorrow during breakfast I will answer you. 
- Very good. But tonight, do you want to fuck? I am very hot.
That night we had the best fuck we ever had together. Aurora agreed. I didn't wait for breakfast to say yes. She called "her friends" to tell them the news.

END OF THE FIRST PART 

White Servants for Black People

INTRODUCTION:

There is now a noticeable phenomenon of increasing number of whites recognizing their inferiority and admitting their evolutionary destiny and becoming Black Owned Servants with a property status similar to servants. Due to so many whites becoming Black Owned servant properties there has been pressure to formulate a guide. So, this is a useful guide for Superior Black Owners of how to properly handle and treat Black Owned white servants.

PART 1 - Introduction

By and large Black Owned white female servants kept naked most of the time and marked with some kind of tattoo or hot-iron brand to show them off as inferior white servant properties that are owned by a member or members of the Superior Black Race. While white male servants are feminized.

If you're sitting at your computer right now - a bit bored, a little horny but not feeling going out - a naked branded Black Owned white servant and mindless sex-meat could be perfect for you. In most situations a Black Owned Servant won'y replace your primary companion, but they can be a great addition. If you're an average Black guy, chances are you considering wheter to get a quick fap in tonight before bed. Instead, have a brain-numbed and stupefied naked white servant ready to be used. It could be under your desk deep-throating your Black cock, or arousingly licking your ebony pussy, or excitingly rimming your Black asshole right now.
No one is more obedient and eager to serve than a stupefied naked Black Owned white servant that has had all resistance trained and whipped out of it. As it is your Black Owned servant property it will voice no objection whatsoever.

Congressional Black Caucus

There has been much discussion and as much disagreement on the subject of Reparations to Blacks because of slavery. The discussion focuses on various things that could or should be done to alleviate the wrongs done against Blacks some 150 or more years ago.

The problem is that Blacks today and whites today were not directly part of that wrong, yet a wrong was done and it has perpetuated into today so something must be done.

Black Respect Magazine put its top researchers on to the subject to come up with a viable solution that really fixes the problem which is to elevate Blacks to their rightful place in society, stop the disrespect shown to Blacks, improve their lives in a meaningful and sustainable manner, teach whites that they are NOT superior or even equal and change society in way that will make it better for all people.

The team spent a lot of hours and effort coming up with what they felt was the only practical answer. This was reviewed by their peers and total agreement was the ultimate conclusion.

What the committee found:

The only way to make proper reparations is for whites to become indentured to Blacks for the next 200 years. This will solve the superiority complex that whites have exhibited for the last 200 years and will elevate the Black person to a position of authority and pride over whites eliminating the complex that has been forced on Blacks.

Whites will be treated with more respect than Blacks were as a way to stop whites from having the legitimate complaints against the indentured period that Blacks had under slavery. In other words, whites will not receive the harsh treatment of slavery because Blacks adhere to a high standard than whites did and only wish for whites to understand what they did not suffer the tremendous injuries that Blacks did which is a testament to the true superiority of Blacks.

Whites will forfeit all property including automobiles, homes, business and The other. This property will be obtained by their new owner.

Every Black will have the right to own 8 whites. In the beginning they can simply claim them but after 1 year any unowned whites or whites forfeited by Blacks will go on the auction Block and need to be purchased. Un owned whites will become state property and sold by the state. Black owners will have the right to sell or trade whites as they see fit.

Uses of whites was a major topic and it was determined that any legal use of a white should be permitted. It will be illegal to use a white to conduct illegal operations such as steeling, murder, beating others, things of this nature. It was also decided that whites must be kept in clean humane healthy conditions because once again Blacks believe in a high standard than whites do and this should be recognized.

Breeding and marriage. The committee came to the conclusion that it was only decent to allow whites to still get married to whomever they wanted. But that all white marriages needed to be under a Black sponsor. A Black man who would oversee the marriage and the couple’s activities. It would be up to this overseer to decide if the whites could reproduce or even have sex. He would make the decision as to if the white female should be Black bred or not. The white family would fall under his overseer position until which time they left to get married which their marriages would also be under his direction. Overseers could decide to have the white wife breed by themselves, another Black male or even another white male if a certain type of offspring were desired. This was an important note because of the data base being developed for whites that favored a smaller much more feminine male and sperm was now available to breed a white female with to produce an ultra-feminine undersized white male more suitable for serving Blacks.

White also make good pets and draft animals and can be used for those purposes as well as long as they receive proper housing, feeding and medical care.

When the committee looked at resistance issues they determined that white females and young white males were unlikely to offer much resistance to the movement however they also determined that white males were likely to be an issue in some 50% of the cases. It was further determined that any white male not offering immediate and 100% compliance would be sent to a reform camp for reforming into a better indentured servant. This camp would use castration, hormone, psychotherapy, hypnotism and bondage as re conditioning techniques. Along with the ingestion of Black male semen oral and anally three times per day during the reform training.

The committee cited studies that had been done with white males using these techniques and found that just the threat of being placed into a reform training unit caused 48% of those slated for enrolment to become docile and obedient enough to serve their Black superiors properly and not need to be enrolled. So the committee only expects about 27% of all adult white males to require such treatment.

The committed emphasized that whites would still be part of society performing the menial jobs such as laundry workers, waitresses, maids, seamstress and especially as personal servants in the home and at the office for Blacks. Young whites would be pared with young Blacks and in one generation it would progress into a very smooth and accepted arrangement.

Black domain

Hello my name is Pete. I'm 28 black guy and have a couple of white slaves, a man and his wife. One friend, Jim, invited me to supper at his home and showed me a young couple who live in his apartment. The were Jack and Susan. Jim told me how he got them. He joined White Slaves Couples Association. This organization gets in touch 3 people: a young black male, a young white male and a young white female. In fact, the black male chooses the other two. Then, the white servants are forced to marry: we want to promote the old traditional lifestyle, don't we? said Jim laughing. And you don't know the best, the WSCA pays me 5.000 bucks a month.

I sent an email to the White Slaves Couples Association and they seeked me for sent them some pics of my naked body. Two days later I received an email with a hyperlink. I click on it and the screen showed me hundreds of pics of white young and pretty naked males and females, sometimes a white couple. I had to choose one of each kind. I chose a tall, blonde and handsome male and a blonde, tall and pretty woman. Both were pale. My skin is very dark and I like the contrasts. His name is Stuart and hers is Lena.

I signed a contract with WSCA. I receive 5.000 dollars per month and, if I decide to transform Stu into a woman, I'll receive the cost of the surgical operation, 

The girly apron

The first time I brought my hubby (at the time boyfriend) over for dinner at my mom’s place, we had a great time. Bob did all the right things and made a great first impression by being social and polite. After dinner my mom asked him if he would mind helping with the dishes. Bob was still on his best behavior and of course did not mind helping with the cleaning up.

The helping part turned into just him standing in front of the sink and having to do all the cleaning up. Since Bob had a nice dress shirt on, my mother didn’t want him to ‘ruin his clothes’ so suggested an apron. He went pale and started stammering it wasn’t needed and he would be careful. My mother was having none of it and opened the cupboards. I was having a magnificent view of these events unfolding, sitting with a glass of wine at the dinner table. There was something that made me excited about this event. I had never seen Bob this afraid of any woman, let alone my mother. He just stood there helpless while my mother went through the cupboards selecting the right apron for the job.

My mother eventually produced a frilly pinafore style apron. The one they wore ages ago. No self-respecting male would volunteer to wear such a garment. I wouldn’t even wear such a frilly apron. It had a full floral bib with a huge skirt and two cross over straps in the back. While she was unfolding the garment, he kept saying he would be careful with the wash up but my mother had already decided. He was going to wear an apron, and there was no way he could convince her not to.

Bob tried fighting it, by repeating how it wasn’t necessary. I could see that my mother was getting enough of it and showed her dominance. “Turn around.” She barked at the poor helpless boy. Bob changed in a split second and just obeyed her demand. He turned around as my mother captured him in between her on the apron. She continued to take the two straps in the back and firmly locked this helpless male into his new frilly apron.

You won’t even believe how cute he looked. Standing there like a little boy in a girly frilly apron in front of the sink. He ended up doing all the dishes and the cleaning without my mother or I lifting a finger. It was an event that would change the dynamics of our relationship for the rest of our lives. We both knew it. The difference was that I had a smile on my face and Bob was blushing while doing his chores in the kitchen.

Once Bob was done with the dishes and wiping the counters. He announced that he was done. My mother was thinking other of it and brought out the vacuum and simply told him. “The living room could use a round, make sure to not skip the corners.” I would have never thought Bob would go along with this, but he ended up vacuuming the whole living room. Once he was almost done my mother simply opened the door to the hallway and pointed up the stairs. I was amazed but soon we started our second bottle of wine while we heard the vacuum running on the floor above us. Bob was a changed man; he was almost like a maid!

Once the whole upstairs floor was also vacuumed Bob came downstairs and meekly stood in front of his new employers. Waiting for the next instructions. Though I had been drinking enough and seeing him being helpless in front of my mother had turned me on. I decided it was time to go home. “It was a lovely dinner mother, but we are heading home.”

As Bob heard these words being spoken, he started taking the apron off. To his surprise he couldn’t take it off. The knots were too tight for him to be able to undo them. It was quite a sight to see this grown up man in his frilly pink apron trying so hard to take it off. After about two minutes he meekly asked for help, which only made me laugh at him harder.

After my mother and I were both done laughing I did finally help him take his frilly apron off. He was blushing so much that his whole face and neck were red. I thought it was very cute.

Ever since this event, he has been doing the dishes and some cleaning at my mother’s house wearing that same apron. My mother still ties it on him every time. He is a changed man, he becomes so quiet and attentive. He cares much more about my needs when he is wearing a frilly apron.

Now at home Bob has been wearing an even more feminine style apron while doing the dishes and cleaning. He is almost like a full time maid. He is very caring and does a great job cleaning up.

I’ve mentioned the idea of buying a maid’s uniform for him. He went completely red, nervously saying he didn’t need one. I have not decided yet which one I should get him. But I think I will go for a custom made one. I want the uniform to have the same subjugating effect, or even better. It should be embarrassing for him to wear so it shows him who is really in charge. Maybe a locking uniform that he can’t take off himself? So many options!

Mother and I have also had several discussions about my need for a Black lover in front of him as if he were not there. She will go into details of why this is important and how much she likes her Black lover’s abilities. I can tell it has an amazing effect on him as he will increase the intensity of his cleaning each time he hears us discussing it.

He doesn’t know it yet but I very much intend to have a Black controlled wedding and marriage.