My Idea of Submission - Abbreviated to Fit in 1 Post Version
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Attachment 18917 Attachment 18918 Attachment 18919 Attachment 18920 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! |
An Indelible Touch
Blackbabymaker organizes sex vacations to the Caribbean, where white wives can enjoy interracial sex with the merciless manhood of the black man.
Every Saturday morning, for 5 consecutive Saturdays, Blackbabymaker will detail exploits of the just concluded Superbowl trip to the Dominican Republic. " My Idea of Submission " is the second installment of Blackbabymaker's Sex Vacations to the Dominican Republic series - The first was last week Saturday's: " Dirty Dancing in the Dominican Republic ". " My idea of Submission " is a recount of a Blackbabymaker real life event which took place upon the return of one submissive white wife to her home town in the United States, after surrendering her will, and her body, to the Blackbabymaker during her, and her husband's, sex vacation to the Dominican Republic. If what you have read ... has: ... captivated your attention ... ... engaged your mind ... ... taken your breath away ... ... spoken to your heart ... ... or touched your innate submissive nature ... touched it ... with a touch that is: psychological ... ... not physical ... with a touch that is ... undeniable ... with a touch that is ... indelible ... with a touch that is .. magnificent ...! with a touch that ... promises fulfillment ... ... then ... ... please contact me! ... because Blackbabymaker is looking for YOU! |
loved these posts. i orgasmed several times reading each one :)
good writing. good subjects ;) |
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Hi Queenspades001,
Thank you for your comments. My writings are designed to stimulate the most erotic and sexual part of us ... our imagination. Please visit again to partake of the 3 remaining weekly installments in Blackbabymaker's sex vacations series. Blackbabymaker arranges for white-pussy hungry, black men to be available to fuck white wives while they are on vacation, because it is no fun to vacation alone, and you are not guaranteed when you do, to meet someone, early enough in your vacation, who is willing to fuck you for the entire duration of your stay. Every Saturday morning, for 5 consecutive Saturdays, Blackbabymaker will detail exploits of the just concluded Superbowl trip to the Dominican Republic, and will entertain requests to join the next sex vacation to the Doninican Republic, which wil be for 2 weeks for Easter ( Saturday March 31 thru Saturday April 14, 2012 ). The exploits detailed will be as follows: Saturday February 11 ( today ): Dirty Dancing in the Dominican Republic Saturday February 18: My Idea of Submission - Imagination - The Greatest Seduction Tool Saturday February 25: Superbowl Party Sexcapades in the Dominican Republic Saturday March 3: Blindfolded, Spreadeagled, and Bred in the Dominican Republic Saturday March 10: Dinner Treat for the Restaurant Staff in the Dominican Republic Thank you again for your comments. |
Are there any submissive white girls here?
I am.
My only limits are no real pain/bondage, no toilet stuff and NO MINORS. I have a black master who uses me to please himself and several friends. I have actually climaxed just by having a black man force my face into his butt for me to lick. |
Wow, that was really hot! I'll have to go back and read the first part as I initially skipped over it. Great stuff, looking forward to reading more.
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I wish that my wife can my dreams cume true! This is what i like to here abiut my white slut |
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