I Like To Humiliate MenI am a tall, powerful black female and I enjoy “dating” white men. I am 6’ 3” with a big chest, firm round butt and a small waist. My arms and legs are long and strong. I have full lips, a pretty face and very long nails. I am physically, mentally and sexually intimidating.
When I say that I like to date white men, I mean that I like to humiliate and control them. When I see a man that I want, I ask him out. On a first date, I drive and make the decisions. During the meal, I give my date several firm scratches with my long nails and I like to drop my napkin and tell him to pick it up. The ideal man accepts my subtle domination and I soon know the submissiveness of my date. Bad dates end after the meal, but good dates go to my apartment for some fun.
Once we enter the apartment, my favorite thing to do is to take off my date's belt. I start to whip him with the belt, softly at first in a bit of a tease and then harder and harder until he grovels at my feet and begs for mercy. Next, I pull out my camera to video the humiliation. I make my date stand in the corner and remove his clothes as I whip his legs, butt and back with the belt. Once he is helpless and at my mercy, I drag him by the hair to a little stool by my chair.
Now I turn my date into a scratching pole and I sharpen my my long nails on his soft chest skin. The first scratch is gentle, almost pleasurable, and the white flesh leaves faint red lines. I rake the same five stripes over and over again until my date squirms from the pain. Now I can control him with my little finger and I show him my long pinky nail. I claw at the most sensitive red line and have total control with just my little finger.
If he wants mercy, he must become my sissy and put on a bra, panties and make-up. The truly effeminate get to put on a fashion show and model different outfits for me. The other sissies become pets that crawl around on a leash and eat and drink out of their pet bowls. Obedient pets earn a game of fetch.
At the end, he has to sit at my feet and watch the video. Watching the video of me humiliating my date really turns me on and I get sexually aggressive. I expect to o-r-g-a-s-m every time and my date must obey my sexual instructions. I enjoy having absolute power and keeping men at my mercy.
PS I did receive one question about marriage. I have been married for 4 years. My husband wanted a traditional relationship and it took a year of constant discipline to turn him into my cuckold. Bondage, whipping, milking and a good chastity device were my main tools. I never release him from his chastity device and he always wears his wig, make-up and sissy maid outfit. He spends his time doing housework, laundry, ironing and being exploited by me. His only physical contact comes from my claws, my whip, or from under my queening stool.
The only time he is allowed to attempt manhood is after a good milking. Once he is milked dry, the chastity device is removed and I film his attempts at o-r-g-a-s-m. The video shows me bored and filing my nails as my impotent husband struggles to perform. I taunt him and compare my long, hard nails to his short, limp weinee. I continue to taunt him as I grab my belt and whip him for his failure.
Next, he is placed in bondage and I bring in a real man. The three of us watch the video of his pathetic failure. I make my impotent mate beg me not to be with another man and then I force him to watch a real man satisfy me. After the first round ends, I force my hubby into his sissy outfit and we watch more of his humiliating videos. I get turned-on by his total humiliation and me and my date start a second round of fun.
My husband will never leave. I have my claws in him so deep that it would kill him to escape. He is the picture of submissiveness and his humiliation and forced feminization are 24/7. S(he) is my effeminate, impotent puppet.
New edit Men can be so messy and rude in the bathroom and my sweet little husband is no exception. I have fixed the problem by adding a pen with a litter box. The litter box is actually a child's plastic swimming pool filled with cat litter. I also trained him to use plastic bags and a scoop to keep it clean. Each time he used his litter box, I rubbed his nose in it. He learned very quickly to scoop his litter right after he used it. Now, if I forget to take him out or I'm too tired to put him on his leash, I don't have to worry about a smelly mess. He is the perfect pet and the perfect maid.