I lay awake in the bottom bunk listening to Master Mark laughing away with his friends, while my stable buddies Chris and Phil are out in the Throne Room serving them. I desperately wished I was out there with them, but I was being punished and had been sent to my bed by Master Mark.
Welcome to Mark's Palace. It's a 3 bedroom townhouse in south London. The largest bedroom is Master Mark's room. It has tasteful, smart and masculine decoration fit for a King, with a four-poster super king bed. The other two smaller bedrooms, or stables as we called them, each had 2 sets of triple bunk beds. That meant in each room 6 of us white sub bois had our place. And we were so lucky to have that place - so many other white bois across London and the whole country wished they could take our place. We were frequently humiliated, spat on, fucked, had our throats filled with cum and piss, and we loved every second of it.
But I'm jumping ahead. Let me introduce myself. I'm James. Im 35 and I've lived a "straight" life for about 30 of those years. About 5 years ago I started to take an unusual interest in black men. I had a best friend, Vicky, who always had black boyfriend, although she never admitted she had a preference for black cock. Vicky and I had known each other years and she was hot - way too hot for me, and we both knew it. Anyway, despite us being best friends I rarely met her boyfriends, she always said I wouldn't approve or they didn't belong in my world and left it at that. Then, about 5 years ago she introduced me to Mark. He was a boyfriend of about 6 months and she thought it was going somewhere so she wanted to introduce us. We was classically good looking in the sense he was tall and muscular and had a confident swagger about him. At that time I could see what Vicky saw in him but I wasn't attracted to him and didn't feel submissive towards him. But that would change.
I met Mark on a few occasions, at Vicky's place, out at bars when we were all together, I once met them both at his small apartment (that didn't look well lived in - but who was I to judge?). And then, I invited them to my place for dinner and drinks. It was at mine that I first felt that jolt of submission behind my heart. They came in and Mark had his usual swagger; cocky and full of the knowledge he was an attractive man with a hot girl. He showed none of the usual signs of politeness you might expect a guest to show. He didn't offer to take off his shoes, he didn't wait to be offered a seat - he just took the best chair and spread himself out. He didn't wait to be offered a drink, he just called out an order for a beer "and make it quick, I'm thirsty." Vicky laughed, but then apologised to me quietly so Mark didn't hear. She didn't need to apologise - I found Mark's behaviour interesting, exciting even.
Sadly, I didn't see Mark again for about 3 years. He and Vicky broke up and as we weren't really friends I didn't hear from him. But he had stirred something in me, and in those intervening years I had gone down a path of exploring my interests in black men, in submission and in the BNWO. Even after 3 years of exploration I still would never describe myself as "gay". I found women hugely attractive, I still fancied Vicky even though I had no chance, and I still tried to date girls on and off. But there was no doubt that when I was alone and looking at porn I'd search for dominant black men.
On Twitter I'd followed hundreds of BBC/BNWO accounts and nearly every time I masturbated it was to black cock and dominant black men putting white bois like me in their place. I got deeper and deeper in and it felt like I liked almost anything. Feet, piss, armpits, rimming, spit and of course worshipping cock and balls. It was all in my head though. On two occasions I'd come close to arranging a real-life meeting but I'd lost the courage and cancelled. But my interests got deeper and I wanted more and more to be licking big sweaty black balls or kneeling at the feet of a black man as he dropped his gym sweat and spit into my mouth. One area I had grown particularly interested in was domestic service. This wasn't just about being in the moment with a huge black cock in my mouth or sniffing a juicy armpit. It was about cooking for a black master, or doing his shopping, cleaning his home. Anything basically that put me in a position to take orders from a dominant black man.
My on and off girlfriends knew none of this, obviously. And Vicky didn't either, although I blamed her - she would never admit to being a snow bunny but she only ever took black cock.
Well, Vicky had boyfriends on and off, all black, all tall and attractive but none of them quite had Mark's confidence or swagger. Still, I'd sometimes dream that one of them would put me in my place, but of course none of them took any notice of me.
