4/29/2017 10:26:27 AM

I know this probably sounds corny, but I think that in some way I was meant to be a whore for Blacks. Like it was fate maybe. My Dad was a farmer and I grew up on a farm in Minnesota until I was a junior in high school. He died when I was 15 and that summer my Mom sold the farm and we moved to Minneapolis. We didn't live in a very good neighborhood because we didn't have a lot of money (my Mom sold the farm because they were in a lot of debt). So I went from going to a small school where every kid was white to a huge school where more than half the kids were Black. I had a lot of trouble fitting in at my new school, but this one Black guy really liked me a lot. We started dating and I lost my virginity with him. I did a lot of things for him. I didn't realize it then, but he was taking advantage of me. I went on the pill for him, swallowed his cum, and had anal sex with him. All of those were things that he talked me into. He told me if I really cared about him I would do it, so I did. This all happened really fast too because we started dating in January of 2007 and then it kind of came to a head a few months later at prom. I did the whole prom thing, I got a mani and pedi, got my hair done, got a beautiful dress, but after he picked me up we went straight to the hotel. I knew he had got a room for later that night and I figured we were having sex that night, but I wasn't expecting what happened. When we got to the room three of his friends were waiting there. He told me that he had told them how great my pussy was and since they were his best friends he wanted them to try. I said no at first, but then he told me if I loved him I would do it. I know this sounds really stupid of me, but I agreed to it. So I had my first gangbang with Black guys when I was a junior in high school. My boyfriend dumped me right after that. He totally turned it around on me and said that he couldn't believe I did it and he couldn't see himself dating a whore (that was the first time a Black guy ever called me a whore). I was devastated, but after that I had a reputation among a lot of the Black guys at my school. So for the rest of my junior year and all of my senior year I got asked out by Black guys a lot. Every single one of them expected something though, either a blow job or to fuck me, and I ended up doing it every time. I honestly liked the attention and as awful as this sounds I was really getting used to Black guys just looking at me as nothing more than a piece of ass. So when it came time to pick a college I decided to go out of state to basically try and start over. I went to college in Illinois, but old habits die hard I guess. At first I ended up hanging around a Black fraternity a lot, then when I was a sophomore in college it was some guys from the basketball team. By the time I was a junior I had a reputation again among a lot of Black guys. It was a huge campus, so obviously the whole college didn't know, but with the fraternity and the basketball players, word got around. Instead of being asked out on a date though, guys would just want a hook-up. So that is when I started just basically having anonymous sex with Black guys. I would get invited to parties and end up in a bedroom soon after I got there. Or guys would send me a pic message of their cock and ask if I was interested. I even did a few more gangbangs. I didn't explain this earlier, but my relationship with my family had also been very tense ever since we moved. My Mom met a guy and remarried when I was 17. My step-father and I do not get along at all. My brother hates me since I slept with Black guys in high school (he had always told me that me being his sister was an embarrassment for him) and my Mom and I have never really got a long and things just got worse after my father passed away. So after I graduated from college, I got a job in Chicago because I wanted to stay away from them. Chicago ended up being a lot more expensive than I thought it would be. I had dreams of being in an apartment by the lake, but that obviously didn't happen. I ended up in a much cheaper place in a very diverse neighborhood. I honestly did not go out seeking an apartment close to Black people, it just happened that way. Old habits again I guess. You can probably figure out what happened. I didn't sleep around as much as I did in college or high school, but I did bring a Black guy home from my neighborhood bar once in a while. It was at this bar where I met my Owner in November of 2014. He was there with friends and actually looked out of place. He was much more rough around the edges. I hate to use this term because I'm not trying to be racist, but thug is the best way to describe him. I ended up taking him back to my apartment the night I met him. Sex with with him was much different than what I had ever experienced before. While all the other Black men looked at me as a piece of ass, he was the first to actually use me. He was very aggressive and a little rough. I had the most intense orgasms I have ever experienced that night. This probably makes me sound awful to say this, but it felt right. I gave him my number but pretty much expected that he would never call me and I would never see him again, but he surprised me and called me a couple days later. This began a sexual relationship with him that lasted for about 7 months. Each time we were together it got more intense. He started calling me a white bitch. He told me that I was nothing but three fuck-holes and a pair of tits. Then he had started asking me about my sexual history and when I told him that I had been gangbanged by Black guys in both high school and college he told me that was how a black cock whore like me should be treated. Eventually he stopped coming to my apartment and I started going to his duplex. There is where he started letting a few of his friends use me too. Then he started talking about reparations to me and telling me that because of my white privilege I owed to Black people to be nothing but a whore for them to use. On Friday, July 10th of 2015 I went to his duplex after work to spend the weekend with him. When I got there he told me he had something to show me and he took me to his backyard and into a basement door. Inside was a small unfurnished one bedroom apartment. It had a bedroom, small kitchenette/dining/living room area and a bathroom. He handed me a garbage bag and told me to take off all my clothes and put them in there, so I did. Then he took the bag and told me to get on my knees and suck his cock. So I did that too and swallowed all his cum. Then he told me that this was where I was going to live from now on because I was his property. I kind of nervously laughed because I wasn't sure what to do when he walked out and shut the door and locked me inside. I had no television, no phone (my purse was upstairs in his house). He brought me food and an air mattress to sleep on. All week he and his friends would come in and fuck me. I thought about screaming for help, but as bizarre as this sounds, it felt right. I felt like I did belong there. A week later he handed me my purse and clothes back and told me I could leave. He said that I had a choice to make, I could either go back to my pathetic old life and never see him or his friends again, or I could come back to him and be his property, a whore that he and his friends use whenever they want. Before I left he grabbed my arm and looked me dead in the eyes and said you know what you are you stupid white bitch, don't deny it. When I checked my phone I found out I had lost my job. Since I never requested time off and never called for a whole week they found that grounds for dismissal. I'm not sure if my Owner planned it that way or not, but it did help make my decision. I'll admit I was extremely apprehensive about the idea of my life being nothing but being a whore for Blacks, but I knew I couldn't go home to my family and I didn't have a job, so I kind of felt like I had no where to turn. I called him the next day and told him I would do it. I gave my landlord 30 days notice that I was moving and then I used the last of my savings to pay my last month's rent and to hire movers. Once I moved in to my Owners apartment he took me on a shopping trip. I charged a bunch to my credit cards for lingerie, heels, and slutty outfits. Then my Owner took my car keys, my car, my drivers license, my credit cards and all of my old clothes (anything that didn't look slutty). I don't know where any of that is now. My Owner says he threw it all out in the trash. I never did file a forwarding address so I never got my credit card bills. I wouldn't have been able to pay them anyway. My Owner has also told me that my credit rating is probably zero after that and I might even have a warrant for theft. And that is what got me to where I am today. I never told anyone where I was going. Not my old job, not my old landlord, not even the few friends I had in Chicago, not even my family. I have cut off all contact with everyone and no one knows where I am. My Owner has complete and total control over my life and I am nothing but three fuck-holes and a pair of tits for Black men to use. I am his property. I am a whore.