My Black-Owned Tramp Stamp!

Most black cock wives and sluts would prefer getting themselves a Queen of Spades tattoo to showcase what they’re about. What I got for myself is a Black-Owned bar code instead. I’ve got a QoS anklet, so that’s enough for me; being Black-Owned and showing the tattoo to prove it is way better.

I am married to my husband; together, we serve our Black Master. My Black Master has the power to do to me whatever he so desires. I give myself willingly to him, regardless of whatever time of the day, or if I’m busy doing other things. His call is most important, even my husband knows this.

What’s most unfortunate about my tramp stamp is that it’s on my butt. I would have preferred having it somewhere more obvious where anyone who passes me or stops to chat with me (preferably a black gentleman) would observe it. He would know what I’m about, and possibly inquire about making my acquaintance.

My Black Master doesn’t mind it if I venture out to seek other black men for sex (black men only; no white boi is allowed to smell my panties), knowing that I would return to him. 

My Black Master doesn’t mind it if I venture out to seek other black men for sex (black men only; no white boi is allowed to smell my panties), knowing that I would return to him. However, I’m not to allow other black men to cum in my pussy—that is his and his alone. 

My husband desired for my Master to convert him into becoming a sissy. We no longer share the same bed—he sleeps in the guest room, however, whenever Master is around, my husband begs to sleep on the floor in the room. He loves to watch us fuck, and after we’re done, he gets to climb onto the bed to clean my pussy, including my Master’s cock. Sometimes I would come from the bed and stand over him while he lies on the floor, catching dripping semen from my pussy.

Our kids are in college; I’m hoping my Master would find a means to help convert my two daughters to become black cock sluts like their mom. My husband would be responsible for persuading our son to become a future sissy-boi like him. Only then would we merge into a true Black-Owned family.

For many couples out there, their perception is that this is nothing but a fantasy: a middle-aged white couple being submissive and subservient to a black god. 

It won’t be easy, as we have done our best to hide the lifestyle from the kids. They are fast becoming adults; it’s about time they begin to learn about how privileged they are, and that it’s time they got to embrace their submissive stance and know what it means to serve black men and women.

To know what it means to serve a black god like we do in our home.

For many couples out there, their perception is that this is nothing but a fantasy: a middle-aged white couple being submissive and subservient to a black god. It sounds too outrageous to behold, I know. Most cannot comprehend how far back this lifestyle has been, or how significant it is for more couples to commit to this way of life. Many have heard about it, but they think it’s nonsensical fetish—some type of demented kink that’s only practiced by satanists. How could they not realize that this lifestyle is part of the American family plan since time immemorial?

My husband and I are living embodiment of what being a Black-Owned couple is about, and we’re LOVING IT!