Black Cuckolding Journey Trois

Salutations, my friends and devoted readers. Wanda Philogene here. Your favorite Haitian dominatrix, taking the beautiful City of Brockton, Massachusetts, by storm. Ladies and gentlemen, I have some good news. I've dumped Sean Prescott, my favorite white dude, on account of him becoming possessive of me. Sean and I were cool, and we had some fantastic sex, but when he found out that I was messing around with Eugene, a nerdy young brother from Trinidad who loves black female dominance, the white dude frigging flipped. Jealousy, it's definitely a real motherfucker!

In my thirty years upon this planet, I've come to realize something. There seems to be no limit to male insecurity. I was the devoted black wife of Roger Stephens, a hard-working black man, and then my lawfully wedded husband cheated on me with a white woman and I had to divorce his ass. I shacked up with Sean Prescott, a tall, handsome white dude with a big dick, and he was a lot of fun for a while, then the dude lost his damn mind and thought he owned me. I had to get rid of Sean, seriously. Sounds harsh? I don't think so.

Well, I didn't divorce my control freak African-American husband Roger Stephens just to settle down with an equally controlling white guy. I ditched Sean Prescott and moved on. The way I see it, insecure men with control freak tendencies are bad for any woman's health no matter what color they are. Goodbye, Sean. Keep the white dick, thank you very much. I am a registered nurse, a mother, and a divorcee who owns her life. I am the boss of me. Don't like it? Don't let the door hit your ass on the way out!

The moment a woman realizes that she has a mind of her own, the men around her feel threatened. I was raised to be a good Roman Catholic, like most Haitians I know. I stopped going to church the day I realized that organized religion is a system of social control, with men at the top and women at the bottom. I still believe in a higher power, but organized religion with its hidden racism and sexism? Thanks but no thanks. You can keep that shit.

After I dumped Sean Prescott, I mailed his family some rather sensitive pictures. Shots of me bending Sean over, spanking his pale ass and fucking him with my strap-on dildo until he cried and begged for mercy. Let Sean stew on this for a while. Yes, I do have it within me to be vengeful. I am a freaky Haitian mama who doesn't believe in taking any prisoners. Sean should count himself lucky I didn't email our co-workers those freaky pictures. Seriously.

Yesterday, Eugene of Trinidad contacted me for a session. I was delighted to hear from the nerdy young black man again. This time, I didn't hold nothing back. I took Eugene to my dungeon, and had my way with him. I tied Eugene up and spanked his ass, and then I greased up his cute, dark ass with some Aloe cream. I donned my favorite strap-on dildo, and fucked Eugene's sweet ass with it. Eugene screamed and I fucked his ass for some time, then I pulled out. Eugene sighed in relief. Little did he know that I had other plans for him.

I thought long and hard about what to do to Eugene in order to really push the young brother over the edge. I took off my bra and panties, and told Eugene to put them on. Eugene was reluctant, but I could tell that he was turned on. I even grabbed an old wig I had lying around and made Eugene wear it. Thus, I created my own personal drag queen, Eugenia The Sissy. I made Eugenia The Sissy parade for me, and then I smiled and admired my handiwork. I've always wanted a black cross-dresser to play with, and I just made myself one.

To really shine Eugenia The Sissy on, I cleaned up my strap-on dildo and then ordered the nerdy little bitch to suck it. Eugenia The Sissy sucked my strap-on dildo obediently, that wigged out head bobbing up and down as my bitch gave me a blowjob. Smiling, I took out the chastity devices and snapped them on Eugenia's dick, and then I bent my black male slut over for another round of hot fucking. I slapped Eugenia's ass and fucked that slut real good, until Eugenia cried out like a little bitch. Eugenia's squeals of pain thrilled me like you would not believe.

I pulled the strap-on dildo out of Eugenia's ass, and my bitch slumped on the carpeted floor of the dungeon. Victory is most definitely mine. A few moments later, Eugene showered, changed and left, after thanking me for helping him explore his repressed curiosity about cross-dressing. Did I know for a fact that Eugene the nerdy Trinidadian brother had a thing for wearing women's clothes? Nope. Still, men come to me to push the envelope as far as sex and fetish go, so I am always down for whatever.

After Eugene left, I found myself feeling rather introspective. I sat in the dark, smoking a cigarette as I thought about all the turns that my life has taken. I have definitely been through a lot these past few months, that's for damn sure. I am officially man-less, since my black former husband, Roger Stephens, and my white ex-boyfriend, Sean Prescott, both revealed themselves to be major douche bags. Perhaps it's for the best. I am the living definition of an independent woman. I live my life according to my own rules. I don't need a man in my life to control me. I am a dominatrix. I make the rules. I am the boss. It's my life. Peace.