Toilets are white
It's a very common phrase in the BDSM community today but make no mistake about it, I am the originator of the phrase, "Toilets are white." There was a hugely popular audio that went with it some years ago.
He had searched the Internet for years, finding obscure websites that would turn most people’s stomachs. It took him quite a while to admit to even himself that he was aroused by it. Initially, his fantasies were of wanting to be forced to do it, to relinquish himself of the guilt that it was something that he actually craved. Eventually, it became a constant obsession. He thought about it night and day; no longer hampered by the pretense of being forced, he wanted to show his devotion and depravity by begging for it.
It was the ultimate form of servitude. He wanted to belong to his Nubian goddess so completely that anything that she required of him, anything that she shared with him was a delight to his senses. He craved the sensation of having her inside him in an intimate and forbidden way. He felt that if he could ingest her, somehow he would be absolved of some of his guilt; he would consider himself worthy of the many privileges society granted him without merit. He knew he could offer his Mistress no greater gift than his ultimate submission to her in the most degrading and filthy way possible.
His mouth watered at the thought of it. Seeing that beautiful chocolate ass lowered to his mouth, smelling the rich, thick bittersweet aromas, preparing to receive the gift. He wanted to wait, mouth open while he looked up lovingly to that succulent, wet pussy and ripe, nasty shit hole. He wanted her to seeing the pleading and longing in his eyes. He needed her to know that he was a dirty pig that would wallow in filth for his divine Ebony queen. Yes, serving a black woman was his ultimate desire, no other woman possessed the grace, strength, and sensual power of the black woman. To him, she was truly superior and he lived to be degraded by her. Her waste would be his just dessert. After all, toilets ARE white.
Copyright 2004 AfroerotiK
He had searched the Internet for years, finding obscure websites that would turn most people’s stomachs. It took him quite a while to admit to even himself that he was aroused by it. Initially, his fantasies were of wanting to be forced to do it, to relinquish himself of the guilt that it was something that he actually craved. Eventually, it became a constant obsession. He thought about it night and day; no longer hampered by the pretense of being forced, he wanted to show his devotion and depravity by begging for it.
It was the ultimate form of servitude. He wanted to belong to his Nubian goddess so completely that anything that she required of him, anything that she shared with him was a delight to his senses. He craved the sensation of having her inside him in an intimate and forbidden way. He felt that if he could ingest her, somehow he would be absolved of some of his guilt; he would consider himself worthy of the many privileges society granted him without merit. He knew he could offer his Mistress no greater gift than his ultimate submission to her in the most degrading and filthy way possible.
His mouth watered at the thought of it. Seeing that beautiful chocolate ass lowered to his mouth, smelling the rich, thick bittersweet aromas, preparing to receive the gift. He wanted to wait, mouth open while he looked up lovingly to that succulent, wet pussy and ripe, nasty shit hole. He wanted her to seeing the pleading and longing in his eyes. He needed her to know that he was a dirty pig that would wallow in filth for his divine Ebony queen. Yes, serving a black woman was his ultimate desire, no other woman possessed the grace, strength, and sensual power of the black woman. To him, she was truly superior and he lived to be degraded by her. Her waste would be his just dessert. After all, toilets ARE white.
Copyright 2004 AfroerotiK
9 years ago
