When I discovered the intense and twisted world of female domination years ago, I had no idea how addictive it'd be, calling the shots without boundaries. Initially, I was just here soaking up all the information I could. Experimenting was essential to helping me find my own lane. Because once I realized how saturated the internet was with 'insta dommes' I knew I wasn't interesting in following in anyone's footsteps. I didn't have the same desires or motivations 'the others' had. What was alluring to me was the ability to exercise my natural born power without repercussions. I experienced the highs and lows early on with my first long term slave being someone who's mommy issues ran deep enough to prompt him to seek professional help eventually. But he taught me a lot about who I was and was not when it came to the underground world of BDSM. Nothing about the kink and sexual aspects were appealing to me, so I had to figure out if there was even a space for me. That's when I discovered that Black Female Supremacy existed and there were an abundance of 'believers' who yearned for Dominant Black Women to take possession of their entire life.
Sure, meeting a lonely white man in Starbucks every month to violently kick him in the balls and collect an envelope full of cash was amusing but not sustaining. Once we wen't our separate ways, I always felt a void. Like, "hey this bitch should be crawling around my house dusting and serving me drinks.." So I set out on a journey to collect loyal white men to control and use as I desired. Along the way I've retained and sustained some and even sold and traded others. If you were to ask me 'why do you do what you do' I wouldn't even be able to genuinely answer, because I don't actually do anything. Honestly speaking, I'm literally just living my normal life and taking what I believe I am owed for my existence. Yes, owed; I deserve everything I get. Understanding Black Female Supremacy means this is common logic for anyone engaged and if you are not a believer, well, then why the fuck are you here reading this?
Today I decided to throw it back to one of my most memorable times when I took one of my white pets on an excursion through Central Park. The shock and awe, the stares, the laughter, it was all thoroughly pleasing. When you are willing to sacrifice your pride and be put on display for me if I command, well, hell yes. That is one helluva pleasingly good time. A lot of people would prefer to believe that most of what I tweet is merely for entertainment, but I caution you to not be so naive. I am an unorthodox who is fueled by white tears. You might be intrigued, but be aware, you may also be in over your head if you're considering pursuing me. Don't say I didn't warn you.
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