So, here's the thing. I'm a black woman with a unique combination of fetishes. Being abused and degraded for my skin color turns me on more than you can possibly fathom. I mean, I know racism is wrong and I know it goes deeper than most people can even understand, and I'm against it, but I always have this fantasy in the back of my head of being used and degraded by a white guy in a klan hood or something.

So a few weeks ago I did something about it. I went online to a few places and I found this skinhead motherfucker, racist in every bone in his body, but not stupid enough to commit murder, and I started talking to him. We agreed to meet up at a hotel over a weekend. Over that weekend I let him do literally anything he wanted to me (within reason, he couldn't do anything over the top you know.) He fucked every hole he could manage, he slapped me around so much I ended up with a few swollen spots for over a week, I served him food and drinks, over that night I stayed in a cage so small I couldn't sleep so much as pass out.

Practically every humiliating, degrading, and disgusting thing you could think of, he did. The only thing I contributed, idea wise, was that I wanted him to brand me somehow. So, he burned his initials on my left hip. In the middle of the second day, before we left, he choked me until I passed out. While I was unconscious, he fucked me again, burned my clothes, and left me a large burlap sack "shirt", that just barely covered my ass.

I hate his guts, and anyone like him, but that weekend was one that will make me horny every time I think about it for years.