The Submissive King

A 40-Something Black Man’s Plea for a Madame to Build an Empire With

A 40-Something Black Man’s Plea for a Madame to Build an Empire With

They say power looks a certain way.

A suit. A title. A deep voice giving orders.

But what if power kneels?

What if power knows the sacred art of surrender?

Let me be real with you. I’m a 40-something Black man, built solid from daily workouts, with a hunger in my hands and a heart that beats for one thing: serving a powerful woman.

But I’m not just looking for a mistress. I’m looking for a partner. A Madame. A visionary.

Maybe you’re a seasoned queen with that strong, zesty delicious vaginal flavor – life-tested, unapologetic, with a gaze that could melt steel. Or maybe you’re a younger wingchick with fire in your soul and a natural gift for domination. Age is just a number; power is the currency.

Here’s my offer. Here’s my pitch.

You bring the vision, the clients, the command. I bring the muscle, the discipline, and a mouth that was born to eat pussy for hours. I’m the asset. The loyal right hand who thrives on his knees.

Imagine our empire.

We’re not just playing. We’re building. We’re pulling in six figures by satisfying the deepest, most taboo fetishes of powerful women who crave a man who serves. A man who knows his place is between a woman’s legs, not at the head of the table.

Our service menu? It’s premium.

The Feast: You direct me to your clients. I arrive, silent and respectful. I don’t speak until spoken to. My only job is to worship their pussy until their legs shake and they forget their own name. I live for the taste, the scent, the power of making a woman come undone with my tongue. I crave post-50 cunts—those swollen, protruding labia majora flapping like wet beef curtains, seasoned with a strong, tangy pH that screams "ripe for ravaging." Your stretched-out slit? My drug. I'll inhale that oceanic nectar like crack, addicted to how it coats my tongue. Fuck… yes. There’s the twang. The acidity.

It’s like a fine, aged vinegar cutting through the richness. Bold zesty hanging lips that need worship are my obsession.

The Training: You love adult toys? So do I. I’m interested in exploring our more “uninhibited side”. An exercise in trust and journey into mutual pleasure.

The Display: My body is a temple I maintain for your pleasure. Chiseled from daily workouts, ready to be used as your throne, your Helpful Hunk, your living dildo.

This is a business proposal wrapped in a leather collar.

You handle the branding, the connections, the art of seduction. I handle the heavy lifting and the deep licking. We satisfy our fetishes and our bank accounts.

So, if you’re out there – a sharp, ambitious woman, young or mature, who sees the gold in this dynamic…

Let’s talk.

Let’s build.

Let’s make them pay for the privilege of watching a strong Black man bow to your power.

Come claim your king. Let’s make six figures together, ma.