Hi everyone !

Thanks for writing to me about my blog! Since many of you have asked me, this time I`ll write about how I got to become a sub for a black man.

Most likely, the best moment to start is at the beginning, so here it goes. Like i wrote previously, I was dating a guy from Somalia, for simplicity, lets call him Taban.

When we started dating, Taban was treating me like a royalty, he took me on roadtrips, to the most expensive cafes, rich people spas, constantly was taking me shopping to get me new dresses and was literally calling me his princess. 

I dont mean to sound shallow, because normally I would NEVER EVER accept anything from a guy and I have always tried to at least split the costs,but the way how he treated me and all that pampering, slowly got my "eff you i dont need anything from you" side to the side. Especially since I was a student without work and even though i got money from my parents and ERASMUS support, it felt very nice that I could go to cool places... 

Then after sometime he started to ask me to do things, before going somewhere with him or before I got a new present. Things like asking for blowjobs in the car at the parking lot of malls or sucking him off while he`s working. Of course for the things he gave me, all the requests seemed like nothing, so ofc i said yes to everything he asked.

Within 2 months of dating, he asked me to move in with him. Normally I would NEVER agree to this as I like my own place and being able to have my own time, but living at a dorm, while being fun, has its downsides, like never having enough personal space, so I said yes. Also I know that it might sound weird for you guys, but 2 girls sharing a small room is not hot, its VEEEERY annoying, especially if your roommate is a chaotic make-up obsessed person who takes up ALL the space with her stuff... Thats how I started living with Taban. 

This was my first time living with a guy ever... luckily he was quite organised, so i didnt have to deal with all the stereotypical socks in every corners :D

Pretty soon after I moved in, we started watching documentaries about his home country Somalia and Africa in general, because he wanted me to get to know his culture and history. He was showing me all the attrocities italians, brits, dutch and white people in general have done to his tribe and other africans. How Somalia used to be super rich and one of the most powerfull countries in the region. Of course it felt terrible how people could have been so insanely cruel and now Im talking about belgians and the congo. While i had never thought about it much, especially since Latvia, except for a brief period in 17th century never had any colonies, all these documentaries got me thinking about the attrocities europeans had done and i started to feel bad about it...

Then he told me he loves me... i was a bit shocked, because we hadnt dated that long and i really liked him, but i wsnt sure if love him, but i felt like i owe him something so ofc i anyway said I love you back to him.

That was kind of a turning point...

He started sending me pictures from this site, saying stuff about black superiority, black breeding, white women serving black masters and honestly all that was keeping me constantly very very excited... 

Then his requests became more lets say interesting, once i had to put on a miniskirt and go hangout with him at the parking lot where he was working in the night (as a guard to the girls and selling stuff). There i had to suck him off behind his car. Not sure if anyone saw that though.

After a couple of months of us being together he stopped using condoms, because the kept on slipping off and they "hurt him". I`m still not sure if he did it on purpose or not, but the first time we had sex without condom he was on top of me, grabbed my ass and just went insane with how hard he was going. The girls here will understand the feeling of acceptance and complete surrender when the guy is in top, pounds you insanely deep and how there is 0 chance of you stopping...

Even if that might have been my strongest orgasm ever and my first orgasm ever, when im not playing with myself while being fucked, the in the morning i ws uper scared and the first thing i did was go to the pharmacie and believe me, when i say that Italy is VERY judgemental when it comes to plan B... In Latvia they`re freely avaialble, but there i got to listen to a lecture and explain why i need it...  After 2 more times like this, he started saying that maybe i should just accept my role. :D That was our first agreement and there was 0 chance he would have any say in something like that. For some time after that he continued to use condoms, while i got IUD. However i began thinking about having kids with him and how would they look like? what skin tone would they be? what would people say when they would see a pale blonde girl with black baby?

Then as a "way how i will not become pregnant" he started pestering me about anal.. While, in my experience I can say that, most men are quite similiar packed down there, he definately was not... when he started dating he was boasting that he`s coming from a long line of very skilled and naturay gifted men. He definately was. While not exactly porn-movie monster cock sizes, he was very very large. Large enough for me to have trouble going down on him (lets say my jaw was sore often), so Anal seemed out of the question. 

One day after a week of white slavery posts all day long, he came home with the idea of "trying something rougher" since we had watched some bdsm videos... i was ok with that, so he blindfolded me, put a ballgag in my mouth and tied my arms. Then he just lifted me and carried me to the bedroom and put me on the bed on my knees, with my hands tied behind my back and my face pushed in the pillows. At this point i already felt like im about to cum, theres just something insanely hot about being carried like that, when you`re tied and you cant do anything about it...

I did not expect him putting a finger there... this was the first time when i got scared of him as he seemed very serious about doing it without listening to me at all... 

Even though he did make it a bit easier on me with "stretching" me a bit with his fingers, when he said "relax, I`m gonna do it now" it hurt, IT HURT like no pain I had ever felt before. I dont know why, but he always goes in me in one push as hard as possible and thats exactly what he did to my poor butt as well... i was in agony, screaming, twitching and the only reason the neighbours didnt call the police was that i had the ball gag and i couldnt make much sound... Probably i looked like a wild cat when they get caught by the shelter people, because i full remember trying to get him out of me, while he was just standing behind me and holding me down... after some time the pain went away though, especially when he gave me a vibrator to play with my self. 

Weirdly the feeling started to become while i wouldnt say "good", but "filling" so "filling" like i had never felt before. When he is in me it feels full, but nothing like this... Mentally i felt like im some kind of a total slut... blindfolded, ball gag in mouth,face down on the bed with hands tied between my legs. At that point i might have started pushing back, because i remember him calling me a good white slut, finally accepting my place... at that point i came...

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