I am Ebony Rivers, a statuesque ebony goddess, and I have my white boss, Mr. John Thompson, right where I want him – completely under my spell. You see, Mr. Thompson came to me seeking dominatrix services, and I gladly obliged. Little did he know, he would soon find himself hopelessly enthralled and addicted to serving me.
Our first session started innocently enough. I commanded him to strip naked and kneel before me. He quivered as my eyes raked over his pale, goosebump-covered flesh. “You’re a pathetic little worm,” I purred, delivering a sharp slap to his cheeks. “But I’m going to train you to serve me properly.”
From there, I put Mr. Thompson through an initiation that melted his resolve. I made him wear a straitjacket while I groped and teased him. I attached clamps to his nipples, rubbing them with hot wax until he was writhing. I ordered him to worship my feet with his tongue, making him subservient and obedient to my every whim.
But it was only the beginning. Over the next few weeks, I showed him the true depths of submission. I collared and leashed him, parading him around like a dog. I inserted a buttplug and made him walk through public spaces, the plug shifting inside him. I deprived him of orgasms, milking his cock to the brink of madness. I even had him sign over half his assets to me, giving me total financial control as well.
Now Mr. Thompson is my live-in slave, his life dictated by my desires. I dress him in frilly maid outfits and have him clean the house while I lounge about naked. Or I make him pleasure me for hours on end, denying him his own release. He is utterly in thrall to my power and beauty, a perfect ebony mistress’s plaything. As I gaze out the window, I smile, knowing I have this desperate white man wrapped around my elegant ebony fingers.
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