Hi people. Once again, I have taken the pen out of johnnie's hand to share with you a woman's perspective on breaking down a male and re-building him molding him into to something useful. Note that I said male, not man. There is a distinct difference between the two. Some so-called, self-absorbed men are nearly useless to a woman. Women who have needs and want them satisfied must choose between that so-called man with a 5" dick and a Real Man with a dick 8" or bigger.
A male is a little pink dicked, half a faggot that you, a woman with a little effort can push across the finish line and have him servicing Real Men, the Black Man like the white males should. It doesn't require much effort. White males have been obsessing over black cocks for hundreds of years. They want to open their mouths to engulf something greater than they are. The desire to pay homage to the fittest of the species is deeply engrained in them. Acknowledging their inferiority, the white male become obsequious when in the company of Black men. Gladly and readily, they will shed their pretentions of manhood and give themselves to black cocks. All they need is a little help guiding them to their knees.
Let me show you how it worked for me.
A little background on me and how I became empowered.
It was my 22nd birthday when I was met at the door upon returning home from my last year at State College. Uncle Devon was there with mother and daddy. All were nude except daddy who was wearing mom's panties. At the time I thought the panties were moms. I have found out since that daddy has many panties.
Uncle Devon had been a frequent visitor in our home ever since I can remember. He's tall, very muscular, and handsome. He's also a Black man.
Mother was and still is a tall, striking, well-built beauty with the graceful curves of a full-figured woman.
Daddy on the other hand is shorter than mother. His build is something that crosses sexual identities. He has a nicely rounded butt and wide hips. His shoulders are narrow, his chest lacking definition. And from what I saw straining to get out of the panties he was wearing, daddy is decidedly lacking where it counts for a woman.
Anyway, mother smiled and told me that since I graduated, it was time for me to become a woman.
She took me aside and explained the relationship between the three of them. That's when I first heard the term cuckold.
To mother, my becoming a woman meant that it was time I learned what sex was really all about. "It's not the clumsy fumbling of the white male attempting to cop a feel in the front seat of the car his daddy bought for him, Cindy. It's more than spreading your legs for the little pink dick that will all too soon soil your pussy with its watery discharge. Real women want and deserve more."
"I convinced your father that he would always be here with me but he had to accept his new role. He sobbed when I told him that I never considered him a man. To me, he was just the mortgage payments, new car, food on the table, and your education. I pointed out to him that real men would not cry when learning that their wife had taken a lover; but fight for her. I'm now happy to say that your father is now pussy free. He no longer has to feel the shame of leaving me unsatisfied. He no longer needs to feel embarrassed about his tiny little dick and premature ejaculations. He is free to wear panties and be the cock sucker nature intended him to be."
She had daddy pull his panty down to show me his little dick and had him hold it alongside Uncle Devon's big black cock for comparison. There was no comparison. Uncle Devon's cock was much bigger and beautiful. When she asked daddy to tell me who should be the one to access to her body, daddy immediately said that my Uncle Devon is the man of the house.
"Once you get a taste of a real man's cock and his potent sperm, and when you feel how fulfilled you are as a woman when that black cock stretches your pussy, baby, you'll understand," mother continued.
Alright. Keeping this prologue short, I was introduced to the thrill, the absolute best sex I'd ever had that night. I learned how to suck a nice big cock. I felt myself being stretched to accommodate a real man's cock for the first time. I watched daddy sucking Uncle Devon's cock; not because he was forced but because, as mother explained, it's the subservient role all white males need to adopt. In a nutshell, as mother explained it, "It's the survival of the fittest. Your father wants and needs to show his respect for the Black man. By sucking his cock, your father is merely demonstrating his surrender to the unrivaled superior man. It's a desire most white males have whether they know it or not. Although many foolishly resist outwardly, they have an inherent craving to give themselves to black cocks."
Mother encouraged me to find my own white male to groom, train, mold, and exploit for my own purposes. After the many orgasms I enjoyed that night, I understood. In the parlance of many authors on Literotica, I had gone Black. Like mother, like daddy, like daughter.
Mother was gracious in sharing uncle Ray with me after that but insisted that I would soon have to find my own way, my own white cock sucker.
And I knew exactly who to see. Mother laughed when I told her. "He was always different from the other boys," she said.
I'd known him all my life. He lived 2 houses up from ours and we became playmates at an early age. Instead of rough housing with the other boys, johnnie would sit with me and have pretend tea parties with my favorite dolls.
Instead of playing sports, we would dress up in mother's clothes and he'd let me practice putting make-up on him.
While we both enjoyed those "pretend times", neither of us then, had any idea that a seed was planted in johnnie's head. That seed would later take root and like a good arborist, I would tighten up the loose ends and shape him into the perfect sissy.
We drifted apart in junior high. I ran with the cool girls, the pretty ones and dated jocks because, well, that's what cool girls did. johnnie mainly kept to himself. I never saw him at school dances. He never went to the local hangout where the cool kids would go after school.
I'd speak to him once in a while but had to on the sly. If my clique saw me hanging with johnnie I'd be ridiculed. It wasn't because he was fat or ugly. On the contrary. johnnie was cute. A little button nose, full lips, and arched eyebrows, that spray of freckles across his cheeks, he was almost pretty. He never grew to be big, or even medium. I suspect now as I did then that he would fit nicely into a petite outfit.
But after being thoroughly indoctrinated into the world of Black men, the power of the Black cock, and the pussy-free, black cock worshiping role better suited for white males, I knew johnnie would make the perfect mate.
With no plan on how I was going to make him the perfect husband, I knocked on his parent's door with confidence. "I can do this," I thought.
Mrs. Wilson answered, surprised to see me. "Is johnnie home?"
"Cindy, how nice to see you again. Come in. johnnie is upstairs napping. Would you like me to call him or do you want to surprise him?"
"I'll sneak up on him if that's okay," I said.
"Perfect. He'll be so happy to see you. It's been so long. How have you been?"
We chatted a bit and johnnie's mom told me how she was worried about him. "He is not like the other boys," she shared. "He is very different."
I had to stifle my laughter. "I'll bring out the best in him," I assured her. "I'll make johnnie the perfect male."
I opened the door to his bedroom and found my old friend asleep. I snuggled beside him and wrapped my arm over his narrow shoulder. I hadn't noticed but he had developed much like my daddy.
He stirred, then realized he wasn't alone and was surprised to see me. "What? Um, who are you, I mean why are you..."
"Hush baby. It's enough that I'm here, isn't it?"
We caught up on what we'd been doing and I was happy to see johnnie had been leading a quiet and lonely existence. It would make my appearance in his life that much more important to him.
I noticed he had a poster on his wall of Liza Minnelli as Sally Bowles in her black shorts outfit she wore in Cabaret. He didn't understand my meaning when I whispered in his ear that I would be his Sally Bowles and make him my Brian Roberts.
