RE: Ready for BDSM and BBC? (NSFW)
The news came to you yesterday, that Dr. Robert Granger, your mentor at Savannah State College had passed away in Worcester, Mass. where he was now full Professor of African American Studies.
Your contact with him the last few years had been minimal, but his influence and the guidance he provided you in your formative years was quite pronounced. He not only educated you but taught you about life and particularly how important it was to be able to cross over into white society, how ever false it might be.
The best way to do that he said was to marry a white woman who was part of a "social environment" that always allowed you to be visible and "distinguished" within it. One of those "phony liberal types" who always preach their social conscience.
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First you charm them and impress them with your intelligence, them you hook them with your cock. Once they taste it, you own them and make them do anything you want. You control them and never let them forget it."
You make them the white slave bitches that they made our ancestors.
At the time you remember the timid white wife that he paraded around Savannah and so proudly showed off as his "baby girl". Now years later all you knew was that he had married another "white bitch" and now with his passing, if nothing else you were curious about her.
You immediately made plans to get the funeral.
"Doc" was 67 yo, his widow Arrika now 45 were married 12 years ago, apparently she was a grad student of his at the State University when they began their relationship. True to his "philosophy", she is an elementary school principal, well connected in the community and she was a fine faculty wife for Dr Granger. She was quite subordinate to him at all times publically, always well dressed, groomed and very social. But never would she do other than yield to him and even seem shy and timid in his presence.
She had two sons from a prior marriage, but they both were grown and on their own. Yet at 5'6", 145 lbs, her 38 c breasts were very evident and she had enough thickness in the hips and thighs to create arousal in you. Shoulder length brown hair, and brown eyes highlighted her fair complexion and her name was of German decent. The few times you phoned Doc over the years to check in, she seemed to know your name and was never anything but polite and engaging. Your presence now at the funeral although not a complete surprise to her, seemed a bit strained at first. There seemed to an immediate tension between you, she would look away if your eyes met, her head lowering, turning away quickly, or stepping back if you were close.
Watching her carefully as she greeted guests and manage the after funeral gathering at the house, you began to read her submissiveness. Slowly the pieces began to fit for you. This white bitch "aristocratic" was everything Doc has told you about. She was merely a facade, a veneer for Doc. She was really his slave...his white slut.
And you knew now that if you wanted, you would pick up the pieces...