Racial Humiliation Phone Sex with Humiliatrix Queen, MISTRESS AILEEN
As a fair-skinned, white humiliatrix Mistress, I have no taboos and no limits during racial humiliation phone sex calls. I promise to have no judgments and no limits. We live in a racist society. Anyone who thinks this is a “post-racist” world is out of their fucking mind, or just a complete idiot. You and I are smarter than that. And it’s okay that you want me to voice the worst, most humiliating voices from the bottom-most recesses of the white racist imaginary.
When I was only a couple of weeks into being a phone sex operator, I thought I “couldn’t do” racial humiliation phone sex.
I remember the first (black) man who called me and asked if I would “be okay” with calling him racial slurs, especially that certain word that begins with an “n.” Use your imagination. I was nervous and still pretty green, and I remember telling him I would humiliate him for any other marginalized identity, but I couldn’t say that word, etc. Ha. Nowadays, not only do I not give a fuck, but I’m happy to do race play.
In the sacred theater of phone sex, race play can be cathartic. Certainly more honest or mutually engaging and consensual than white liberals buying a “Black Lives Matter” sign for their yard. Capitalism is why racism exists. Fuck buying some bullshit yuppie bumper sticker. I want you to re-enact the harm of racism on your own terms. In other words, I want to make your racial humiliation phone sex fantasy CUM true!
Most of the racial humiliation fetish calls I get are white men wanting to fantasize about their inferiority to black men. Most certainly, the “ideas” this fantasy relies on stem from the white racist imaginary. Any forced bi BBC fantasy relies on a fetishized, monolithic “black cock” that dehumanizes black men.
Above all, don’t you want to be dehumanized on your own terms? As your lily-white humiliatrix Mistress, I want to do that to you. Time to get on your knees, slave boy.
Where will our racial humiliation phone sex call take place? Maybe a slave plantation back in “the good old days”? I can play the plantation owner’s daughter. Or better yet, his wife. Or maybe our role play will take place in the modern-day with you as my full-time slave boy? Slavery is technically illegal, but you NEED to cater to my every white princess whim. However, your efforts will never be good enough. Either way, you just want to worship at the altar of my divine white pussy. It’s an all-you-can-eat buffet. But only if you serve me with proper devotion, of course.
You feel ashamed about your secret obsession with white women. Maybe you stay up all night jerking off to white Mistress porn. Understandable. Are you bored of your un-interracial, egalitarian(-ish) “relationship” with your wife? Good. Time to cum start our brutal femdom humiliation “HUMILIATIONSHIP.” That’s what I call it, anyway. And I call the shots during our racial humiliation phone sex call. Period.
You can’t confide your taboo desire for racial humiliation phone sex to anyone else, can you?
It’s certainly not a topic discussed in “polite company,” whatever the fuck that means. I don’t entertain polite company in my real life. And I think life imitates art. It’s time for our race play theater. Get on your knees. I know the words you want to hear and how you NEED to be treated. We can do sensual racial humiliation phone sex or not-so-sensual. In other words, I have no qualms about degrading you. I have NO taboos and NO limits. I swear on the superiority of my WHITE race.
Finally, are you ready to culminate whitey’s miscegenation fears? Call me. I’m right here, waiting to remind you who owns you, now and FOREVER!