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[Blackbabymaker]

MY IDEA OF SUBMISSION!


I meet you outside of your workplace.

I tell you not to ask any questions, or say anything.

You are not to touch, or remove the blindfold which I will place over your eyes.

You are to surrender to whatever happens next.

You are asked to promise

and I wait

doing nothing

saying nothing

until you promise.

Then I immediately blindfold you and say nothing more to you.

I lead you to the car, open the door, place you in your seat and buckle you in.

I drive for about an hour, all the time maintaining the silence between us.

That silence becomes deafening to you.

I stop the car, get out, close my door and walk away leaving you strapped in, and blindfolded in the car not knowing where you are.

Fifteen minutes later your car door is opened, you are unbuckled, and you are helped out of the car.

A hand steadies you as you try to stand upon getting out of the car.

You hold on to the hand to balance yourself and the realization comes upon you that that hand is not mine.

That same hand traces a path down your body from your shoulders, down your arms, your side, your legs and you feel the person stoop as your left leg is lifted, and your left shoe is removed.

The process is repeated on your right side, and your right shoe is removed.

You are lead forward, feeling grass beneath your bare feet until you are stopped, and you hear keys jingle, as apparently a door is being opened.

You are lead through the door and it closes behind you.

You do not know where you are, nor who is with you, and no-one has uttered a word to you.

You are lead up seventeen stairs.

You count them.

Your heart is racing

You are breathless

Scared

Anxious

Strangely excited by what is to happen next.

You are lead into a room and left to stand.

You hear footsteps as someone else comes into the room.

You feel a hand on your back and the zip to your dress is unzipped.

The hand removes your dress and you stand there only in your underwear.

You feel the hand again, this time on your bare back, and you feel your bra unhooked, and you feel as it falls away, leaving you exposed.

You feel the hand again, this time on your thighs, then on your derriere, and you feel your panties get pulled down, and uncontrollably you lift your feet, one at a time, so that your panties can be removed.

You are now naked, and you still have no idea where you are, nor who is there in the room with you, looking at you, in all of your naked glory.

You are lifted bodily by two pairs of hands and put to lie face down upon a bed

You hear footsteps leaving, and a door close

You strain to listen

to hear

to hear anything that will tell you what is going on, or who is in the room with you.

You wait

scared, expectant, and breathless

for something to happen

for anything to happen

And for a long while

Nothing happens.

Then suddenly you feel hands on your body giving you a massage.

The hands are massaging your neck and your shoulders.

What is that?

Another pair of hands is massaging your back.

Oh no.

Another pair of hands is massaging your derriere

And yet another massaging your legs

No, not your legs ... your right thigh.

And now another pair is on your left thigh.

How many people is that?

Where did they all come from?

Were they in here all of the time, seeing you naked?

What has your Master planned for you?

You hope that one of those pairs of hands belongs to your Master

But you are not sure

You cannot tell which one is his: if any of them are his at all

Just as suddenly as the hands started to touch you, they all stopped

and were pulled away.

Time passes slowly.

You are straining again to try to hear if anything is being said.

But all you hear

is silence.

Why won't somebody say something or tell you what is going to happen?

You hear a zipper

You hear the rasping of cloth as pants are pulled off.

Then another piece of clothing is removed.

Can it be underwear?

Can it be a man's underwear being removed?

And you are naked on a bed?

You think about removing the blindfold

( something that you know that you would never do, because you gave
your word to your Master and you would rather die, than break your word to him )

removing that blindfold to find out what is going on

Suddenly you feel hands grab your left wrist

another set of hands grab your right wrist

yet another your left ankle

and still another your right ankle

You are turned to lie on your back on the bed.

You feel restraints put on to your wrists and ankles and you are tied to the bedposts.

Naked

Exposed

Helpless

Tied

Open, and available to all who are there and you cannot protect yourself.

And at least one of those people has no pants nor underwear on.

What is that?

A voice.

A familiar voice.

Your Master's voice.

Relief.

He is here.

You are safe.

Huh?

What is the voice saying?

The voice says that he has to go

that he will be back

that they can do anything that they want to you.

Anything that they want?

to me?

NOOO!

Do not leave!

Please do not leave me Master.

You hear these thoughts in your head

but you were told not to speak

nor to ask any questions

and you promised

so you tremble

in silence

fear getting the better part of you at first

fear

fear that becomes

purposeful resolve

you will endure

you must endure

you will not disappoint him

if this is what he wants

then he shall have it.

You do not understand why he would want this

but you trust that he knows what he is doing

and that he will always ensure your well-being.

You hear footsteps

The door opens and then closes.

Footsteps go down the steps.

The front door closes.

The car door opens.

The engine starts.

The car drives off.

Oh God!

You are here alone.

Really all alone now.

And you hold your breath

and wait

and wait

and wait

when will he?

when will they?

Minutes feel like hours

how long has passed?

You do math

to figure out how long it will take your Master to return

so that you will know

how much of this

of whatever this is

that you will have to endure

and for how long

It took about an hour to get here

so it will take my Master maybe an hour to get to wherever he went

then maybe a half of an hour there

I hope no more than that

then another hour to get back here

that will be two and a half hours before he gets back

I just have to endure

how long has passed?

Suddenly you feel lips on your lips

you are being kissed

being kissed by your Master.

He removes your blindfolds.

He removes the restraints.

You look around

only he, and you are in the room

where are the other people?

And then you understand

he was with you all of the time

he had never left.

The other people were the ones who had left in the car

you should have known that your master would never

never ever

put you in a position where he would not be there to protect you

to ensure your safety.

He was just testing the level of your trust in him

and your obedience to his instructions.

You look at his face

and you look into his eyes

and you see pride

you see appreciation

you see love

yes love.

Life cannot get any better than this.

Belonging to someone

and trusting them

to take care of you in all ways and at all times.

Yes

everything is based on trust

trust and respect

otherwise you have nothing of substance to stand the test
of time.

I love you Master!

and you realize

that everything that you were thinking

that you had said aloud

for anyone to hear

and your Master had heard

all that you had been thinking since he had removed the blindfolds.

And you are thankful for the Dominant/submissive relationship which you share with your Master

You are thankful because you know that in a vanilla relationship

one can never know how much your partner trusts you

or will be loyal to you

because situations of that nature to test them, do not regularly occur

and sadly only when one does

only then

do you realize

that the people who you thought that you could depend on

are the very people

who will not be there, when you need them the most.

Thank you Master from rescuing me from the life of predictability in a
vanilla relationship.

And now you do not mind

if you have spoken that last thought aloud

because you want your Master to know

that you are as certain as you have ever been

that you made the right decision

to surrender to him

You belong to him

and he owns you

Mind

Heart

Body

and Soul

and you would have it

no other way!


Could you - a white woman - want to be submissive to a black man? Why would you want to?

Would you - a white woman - want to be owned by a black man? Why would you want to?

Would you - a white man - want your white wife to be submissive to, and to be owned by a black man? Why would you want that?


I - a black man - want to own a submissive white woman.

[aguy19047]

I am a white man. As background, in the mid-1980s, I had a girlfriend who was very much into being submissive to black men. We lived outside of Philadelphia and one of the 76ers owned a nightclub in South Jersey. My girlfriend and her best friend used to go there every Friday night to get picked up by black guys. The next day, she would tell me everything that happened.

My wife was never into anything like that but as long as I have known her, my biggest fantasy has been to lead her blindfolded and naked into a room full of black men so they could use her as they saw fit.

So yes, I would love to see my wife being submissive and owned by a black man.