I can not recall the exact wording for the ad, other than it ran something like:
“White male, submissive natured, desires strong willed female to talk to. All races
welcome, and size is unimportant.”
It`s amazing how fast I got a response. Her name was Vanessa, and she was very strong
willed, as that came across loud and clear!
Her recorded message back to me, on the chat line was brash to say the least.
“I will tie a chain around your cock and balls.” That I remember, as if it was yesterday
and I listened to it many times and literally shivered! I called the number she left, and
caught her at school, where she was a teacher. Vanessa (Never knew her last name) was 46
and black, and built like a proverbial “Brick Shit house.” She had a stunning face and was
tall at 5 feet 9 inches. Oh, what a gigantic chest. 40 DD! Her eyes were the most enticing
and mesmerizing, I have ever seen! They Demanded your Attention!
She was a true Amazon; my favorite type of dominant female from my Internet searching.
Vanessa was divorced and had a daughter who was 23 years old, and according to Vanessa,
her daughter was more dominant than she was! It was not my nature to confide my life story
with someone I just met and only on the phone at that, but I needed some one to talk to.
Why I was feeling desperate for a woman to talk to, I am not 100% sure.
Vanessa wanted to meet me immediately, but before I was to see her, I was to go to a
florist, and bring her a dozen roses. She called this her Tribute. Even though, my funds
were low, I found a dozen red roses for $24 and headed out to meet her. I was not thrilled
where she lived, for it was in Chester, PA. Not the best of areas and very dangerous with
all the drugs. I found her residence which was just off 6th St. It definitely would not be
a place to go at night.
Vanessa, was happy to see the flowers, that she asked me to get her. I think, she just
wanted to see if I was sincere. Once I entered her place, everything changed, and she
became this Most Dominant of anyone I ever knew before! “First rule slave, No clothes in
my house!” This was going a bit fast for me, for I never encountered this fast a
controlling situation with anybody. “Strip now or I will rip your clothes to shreds.” I
put up my hands as if to call a truce or time out, anything to break this development.
“Please,” Vanessa I said.
“It is Mistress Vanessa, from now on, do you understand?”
“Ye -yes Mistress!” I stammered weekly.
“You are in my domain, and under my rule, you will do everything and anything, got it?”
“Ye-yes-yes Mistress.”
“Your dick is mine, as is everything else, from now on I own you, period.”
I had to back track, and slow this pace down!
“Mistress, please” I said. “I just need a friend to talk to. Please hear me first” I
begged. Vanessa backed off, and smiled for the first time.
“I thought you wanted a dominant woman.” I told her I think I do, but, that this phone
service was my best way to get to talk to someone quickly.
“Mistress, I never had a relationship with a dominant woman, other than talking for a
couple hours.”
It was mostly through Internet surfing, that dominant women have gained my interest and
really turned me on.
“OK, Howard, I will back off, and we can discuss your situation, that is so important to
you.”
“Thank you” I said, “would you like to go to dinner, and I will tell you all, and besides
I`m hungry.” She pointed to her crotch area, and laughed.
“Oh, you mean food.”
“Hahahahahahaha.”
We found a little Denny`s Restaurant about 10 miles north. Vanessa told me, she would
help me all she could, by first listening, but that would not take away from her wanting
to make me into her slave! Once we parked my car, she told me to be ready, for being
totally controlled by her. I just said,
“Yes Mistress.” We didn`t have long to wait, and Vanessa told the lady manager, she
wanted a large booth, and preferably in the back. Unfortunately, the back booths were
closed at the time. We settled for the first booth available, which was up front.
I was really hungry, and ordered the Grand Slam, as that was my favorite at Denny`s.
Vanessa got a double cheeseburger, fries and a coke. I began to tell Vanessa my problems
with girls, and that it seems, the only girls I can talk to and with, are the dominant
ones. She told me that I send out vibrations which appeal to women who like taking
control. That was interesting, because throughout my life, I felt certain types of females
came on to me, and others didn`t. The ones who came on to me, were definitely aggressive
women! At least in my more recent years.
Vanessa said, it may have something to do with my blue eyes, and gentle nature plus being
light skinned, and white. She told me, she bet that black women wanted to dominate me, and
if they got the chance, I would be their toy!
“Watch Howie, and I will teach you something.” She moved close to me. We were in a booth,
and it was close to the register. It`s usually, where the waitresses congregated at
Denny`s.
“Are you wearing underwear?” “Yes, I am.” “Pull your zipper down, and pull your cock head
through, so I can get a good look at it, NOW!” Being around 10PM, it was not too crowded.
She said, if I listened to everything she tells me to do, she would listen and try to help
me.
Getting my cock though my underwear sitting down was very difficult and especially
because how erect I was. I didn`t want to create any more attention that would show other
people something was happening.
Vanessa had long well manicured Fingernails, and she made damn sure I could feel them as
she raked them on the underside of my penis. It was driving me crazy and I was afraid she
would make me cum!
The Denny`s off 320 and Baltimore Pike was serviced by all black waitresses at the
particular time we were there. Vanessa waited till our waitress came back, to ask if we
wanted anything else.
Nancy was her name, and she was a 26 year old. 5 feet 5, with a fairly large chest; black
dreadlocks, about shoulder length, and brown eyes. Nancy had a very mischievous smile. She
was your average looking girl, and weighed a compact 155 pounds. Vanessa had my cock in
her right hand, and now was lightly rubbing the head with her thumb and forefinger. That
makes me cum faster than anything, and I mean anything! Thankfully, she paused when she
knew I was close.
“Nancy, what do you think of my boy here? I know you’re his superior, and you’re probably
gonna make him a pussy slave, if he`s not already!.”
That is what Nancy said, and so matter of fact. Vanessa asked her to tell me why she felt
that way.
“It`s easy to see, white guy, light hair and eyes, plus, you couldn`t sit any closer,
unless you were on his lap! Plus, where else can your right hand be, if it is not on the
table top?”
Then Nancy said, Annette, who was another waitress, told her the following several years
ago. “Whenever you see a white guy, with a black girl, and the guy is older, most likely
the white guy is a slave to the black girl.”
“Too many black girls, and women, are fed up with black guys, unless they need a fuck,
then they pick the black guy.” That was not a boost to my confidence, and Vanessa
tightened her hold around my cock. Nancy went on with her little talk, as if I wasn`t
there.
“Many of these same black women do not like being told what to do.”
“Woman’s Lib has paved the way,” countered Vanessa. Then Nancy said to Vanessa,
“My friend Prisa, turned me on to a web page, but it may not be around anymore. Anyway,
this web site, described, how black women can find their white slave, and how they train
them.”
Vanessa, who needed no help in training a slave, told Nancy, “Yes, I remember there was a
web site and it had some interesting concepts.”
Nancy chimed in. “The best I remember from that site, was when, they said, to walk up to
the white guy, and casually put your hand over his ass.”
“Then, you watch his reaction! If he gets upset, you’re best to say: ‘Excuse me, I
thought you were someone else.’ It is most important, to look into his eyes, right after
you feel his ass.” Vanessa, was very intrigued, and said she never heard that before.
Nancy piqued Vanessa`s curiosity, and I had to sit there, while Vanessa was stroking my
cock. All I could do was listen; just listen. I was certainly getting turned on by Nancy`s
comments too!
“Go on Nancy, please tell me more,” says Vanessa.
“OK,” said Nancy. “After you befriend the white man, you invite him back to your place.”
Nancy said that the following are the most important words to tell the prospective slave.
“If you want a relationship with me, I call all the shots, and you will abide by my
rules.”
Vanessa, nodded her head and echoed a loud “Yes! Nancy, please continue, for my slave’s
cock is on the edge, and I want him ready to spurt, and I will not allow him to, unless he
wants to ruin his pants.”
“Hehe.” Nancy giggled too. (Please don`t let me do that, I thought inwardly).
“Where was I? Oh yeah. Once you get the guy back to your place, you lay down with him.
You start massaging his dick, and gradually bring his face to your tits. Now, Vanessa,
here is where it gets real good.” Vanessa was really getting turned on, and I was just
about past the point of no return. “When you’re making him suck your nipples, and his dick
is getting hard, you get him to fully agree to be your slave. Once you get your hands on
his bare dick, he is yours. Get his dick rock hard, and tell him how he must get used to
your training. You tell him he must drink your titty milk first, and then, after you’re
good and wet in your pussy, you have him strip totally nude. When he is totally naked, he
will most likely think, he is going to fuck you! Of course, you tell him, he better get
used to serving your womanhood. With his hard dick almost ready to shoot you push him down
until you get his face where you want it, right between your thighs. Now, you make sure he
knows what is expected of him, and this is how he will service you from now on.”
“Wow” said Vanessa, “that is so beautiful!”
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