"Honey, would you please not walk around like that in front of your actual daddy? And must you call him "black daddy"? And must you entertain him in your room, here in our house? Oh, and finally, would you explain to him how rude it is to just walk in here and say to the man of the house, "Make me a sandwich", without so much as a hello, and just march back to your room? What's that? I'm not the man of this house? I most certainly-- oh, okay, you're gonna close your door on me now? Well... I'm sorry, maybe I was out of line."
"slave white boy does love this particular drawing and strokes myself thinking about being dressed in a sissy uniform and being made to serve the Black Master and if he doesnt do it properly he will be spanked by his Black Daddy. Looks at the fact that i have been dressed in a girly blouse and a garter belt and my hair done at the salon to make me look so girly and so sissy. I crawl over to Black Daddy and get over his lap so he can spank me for being a naughty white boy."
I stare and stare at the Black Masters cock seeing it over my face my eyes worshiping it my mouth salivating my mind so submissive so humiliated but honestly in love with the black Master owning my white body. My body is only an object of degradation and humiliation. My body shaved smooth to show im a white boy and not a man.