right on - right on my brotha you said a lot but you laid it out straight and perfectly. Except these brothas are not Gladiators in no comparison as they can't even put up a small fight to challenge the BBC misnomer. Nah they act more like the cowardly lion from Oz and are plain chattel willingly taking on the name their "Roman" masters give them and volutarily upholding the system of sexual serfdom. You and I so far are the only Spartacuses trying to lead the slave revolt and calling them to wake up to take their minds, and self-worth back. Even if I was the lone voice in the wilderness I'd stand my ground until my voice would be lost speaking on this issue.
It's not necessary to be a psychologist to realise that the origin of my sexually submissive side is an strict and dominant *******. Being led by a strong male figure makes me feel safe and desired, and it's a stress relief for my professional life. When I tried to create a cuckold relation with my ex husband, I felt my sexual desire towards him decreased as I took control of the situation and he stripped of his manhood.
For a similar reason I don't feel really attracted to a black man who accept the role of a mere fucking machine for the enjoyment of a white marriage. I have talked with many black men that are convinced they hold the power in those situations. And yes, they are probably in control of everything that happens in the bedroom, but it is the white marriage who decides who enters in that bedroom and when, and the rules of that game.
Maybe the patriarchal ideology makes some men believe that, as the man 'fucks' while the woman is 'fucked', they are 'using' those white wives and not 'being used'... Power is ultimately based on desire. Someone has as much power over you as much great your desire is towards him. And the desire of many black men towards white pussy is too great to be in charge.
At the beginning of my relationship with my black Dom, when I was still married, I expressed my concerns to him about cheating my husband. My Dom just said that he understood it. Two weeks later, he picked me up in his car. During the trip from the gym back to my home I confessed that I wanted to sleep with him again. Then, he stopped in a dark parking area and ordered me to beg for it and suck his cock. While I was blowing him I could feel the blush on my cheeks burning. Although it was just a kinky game, it was his way of showing me who was in charge.
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