First I would like to say what a wonderful site this is. I feel like a kid in a toy store or candy store (I an not sure how the saying goes). The stories are great and the forum is very informative. Some pictures would be nice but I have not finished exploring. Thank you for this fantastic site.

I thought I would tell everyone a little about myself. I am a wannabe. I don’t live the lifestyle. I am not even close but I find it so exciting it scares me. This all started about a year ago when my husband was telling me that he has a fantasy about me cuckolding him with a black man. He tells me he does not want to do it for real but he finds the idea of watching me in bed with a black man very exciting. I let him know that there is no way that this will ever happen but that I am intrigued by his fantasy. He then shows me some Cuckolding chat rooms and forums sites. To be honest I never heard of Cuckolding before so I look around and try the chat rooms. Before long I find the theme behind this is for the husband to be humiliated and the wife to get the big black dick she craves (sounds like a male fantasy). But there is also another theme and that is the wife is turned into a whore (not always). This is the part that caught my attention. Before long I am in the chat rooms roll playing the part of a MWF whom is collared, impregnated and owned by a black man. The problem with this is that it does not go far enough for me. I also need to be tortured, whipped and humiliated.

I want to stop here a moment and explain one of the two things that scare me about this lifestyle. While in a chat room I meet “Black Master”. Some how he knew all right words. He told me that I was submissive and need someone to take control of my life. WOW it sounds silly but he got right to the heart of the matter. Over the next 20 minutes he was saying all the right things to me. He had me wet and shaking with excitement. Then we found out that we were just a few blocks from one and other. He gave me orders to meet him at a cocktail lounge just a few blocks from were I was when I got off work (yes, I was doing this at work). Oh my god, I was so excited I could not work even if I wanted to. At 5:00PM I ran out of the building as fast as my high heels would let me. When I got a block away from the cocktail lounge the brain on my shoulders started to take over from the one between my legs. Was I crazy? This guy could be a nut. He could be loaded with STD’s. He could ruin my life and maybe end it. I reluctantly when home. I have had many fantasies since then about what would have happened if I did meet him and they resulted in many powerful orgasms. I would love to write about them but this is already too long. The bottom line is that it would be so easy for me to become someone’s sex slave and become trapped as one. I am not so sure that is what I want. Fantasies are nice but reality is a little different. I am not sure that I would want my husband to be my full time master either. I have not told my husband about this because I am afraid he would encourage it. I am caught between wanting to be a sex slave (the nastier the better) and being a normal women.

Sorry for the side step there but I thought it was necessary. What I did discover was that I was really into BDSM and I am very submissive. My limits or the things that really turn me off are scat, snuff and children. Everything else is very exciting or open for discussion.

I am afraid this has gone on too long. I will try to write more in the future.

Thanks for listening.