Met a Black Dom through CL

I responded to an ad by a Black Dom who dominates white submissives, male or female. We talked on the phone and I explained that we both went black, and my wife’s pussy is black-only and that I now live as her faggot husband. I wanted to be dominated, disciplined, and to sexually serve. We arranged to meet.

On that day, I met him at a convenience store/gas station. When he arrived, he got out of his car, came over to mine. He was a nice-looking man, very dark skin (my favorite), 46, 6’2”, and about 230 lbs. At 5-9”, 160 lbs, almost no body hair, I was small and effeminate compared to him. Immediately he said to pull out my dick, which I did. He laughed and said no wonder your wife is a slut for black men. He reached in, grabbed it hard, and started to twist it more and more. It hurt but he had told me that he did not time for wimps. Let’s face it, as my wife says, I am somewhat of a pain slut. He would twist hard then ease up. Finally, he said to head to my house but to leave me little dick and balls hanging out. When we arrived home, I rushed into the garage so neighbors would not see; however, he told me to strip. When I went to close the overhead door to close it, he stopped me. So, there I was, now naked on my knees, as he told me what he expects from his slaves. Nervous…scared that a neighbor would drive by and see me. The worst part is that he had my back facing the street so that I would not know.

When we finally enter the house, I was relieved! As instructed, I grabbed him a beer, then as he relaxed on the couch, I knelt before him naked, hands behind my back, head bowed. He talked about the various men, women, and couples he dominated, disciplined, and used sexually, and about the other married men who were faggots like me. As requested, I left a laptop out with a photo album of my BBC slut wife for his viewing pleasure. In addition, I had placed a riding crop, a paddle, and flogger on the couch for my training session. After he finished his beer and enjoy my slut wife’s photo, he had me lay across his lap. His slaps were hard but needed by me. Makes me submissive, makes me obedient, treat me as a faggot, and use me sexually is my addiction to black men. He combined hard slaps with the occasional rubbing my finger across my anus, or as he said, “Faggot pussy.” Then the paddle, ending with the riding crop. After a hard, almost to tears spanking, he pushed me off his lap. He brought me by the nap of my neck into the bathroom, “Turn your back to the mirror, and look at yourself.” My ass was very red with welts, but the image of me naked standing next to this sexy black man was so exciting. When we walked back into the family room, he grabbed the flogger and had me show him to the basement.

I had told him about the playroom where we had a place to string me up. Once in the basement he quickly strung me up, put on the blindfold, and then connected the spreader bar to my ankles. Over the years I have had a few Doms discipline me, but nothing compares to how black men make me feel…so submissive. He reminded me about the safe word, that he may or may not honor it, but if I used it twice, he would leave. “May or may not” scared me some. I have been at the mercy of men before and the unknown definitely adds to the excitement and the fear. That first lash of the flogger takes me places emotionally, releases the masochist in me. The need for discipline, the need for pain, and how that transitions me. With each lask, he was building the intensity, but I could sense he knew how to bring that out of people like me. Harder and harder, then stop, and wait…sometimes a few seconds, sometimes a couple of minutes. To say my head was spinning was an understatement. Then after an especially hard series, ever so close to using the safe word, he stopped. Suddenly I felt his hands reach around to my nipples, and he pressed his naked body against mine. OMG ecstasy. As he twisted my nipples I moaned, “That’s it faggot, show me what a submissive slut you are.” My head was spinning, my nipples on fire, and when I begged for his black cock, he started with the flogger. “I continued to beg for his cock.” When I get like this, only a good mouth fucking puts out the fire.

Time seemed to get lost as he went back-n-forth between flogging and feeling his body. As I pleaded for his cock, I hardly recognized my voice. Finally, with my head spinning, he released my arms, and I fell back against him, legs rubbery, he roughly let me drop to the floor. As I looked up at him stroking his gorgeous black cock, I got up on my knees and showed him that I am a hungry cocksucker. It was a mixture of me deep throating his cock and being face fucked, I was on fire! Suddenly he pushed me away, and told me to sit on the footstool, puzzled but I obeyed. “Push that little dick down and cross your legs; I don’t want to see it.” Then his cum sprayed on my face, my chest, as I sat there, mouth opened trying to get more. “Stay right there.”

I heard him upstairs, then after a few minutes he returned, fully dressed drinking a beer. There I sat his cum dripping from my face onto my lap. He made a call to a friend telling him about this white faggot he just used. He waited until his cum stopped dripping, grabbed my neck, took me upstairs, back in-front of the mirror, his cum marking me, then he turned me around and the welts were intense. I knew I would suffer that night trying to sleep, but I also begged him to come back.

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