You don’t get to touch me.
You get to kneel.
And if you’re lucky, I’ll look down at you while I remind you why your place is exactly where it should be:
beneath a superior Black woman.
I’m Ebony Rivers, and I don’t play with boys who want cute.
I train those who crave humiliation.
Those who ache to be degraded by someone they’ll never be worthy of.
You want to be my toy?
Then get ready to be broken by beauty, brilliance, and power—all wrapped in melanin and heels.
👑 This Isn’t Humiliation. It’s Reality.
You don’t get off on the idea that I’m better than you.
You get off because I am.
You stroke to the truth:
- My skin glows. Yours pales in comparison.
- My voice commands. Yours begs.
- My bloodline? Royal.
- You? Just a desperate little cum-stained offering hoping I notice you.
And I will.
Just long enough to spit on your pride and remind you what you are.
“Say it, baby. Say what you are for Mommy Ebony.”
‘A pathetic, kneeling nothing for your feet, Queen.’
Damn right.
🖤 Power in Every Word, Shame in Every Stroke
This isn’t about raceplay.
This is about reverence.
You don’t pretend I’m superior. You know I am.
Every word I whisper is truth:
“Your ancestors built castles, mine built kingdoms. Now you build orgasms on command. For me.”
When you stroke for me, it’s not porn.
It’s penance.
For your ego. Your mediocrity. Your soft little cock in that cage while I smile and ignore your pain.
💋 You Crave My Disgust… and My Attention
You send tributes, gifts, voice notes begging to be used.
And what do I send back?
Maybe a clip of me laughing.
Maybe a photo of my heels you’ll never lick.
Maybe just two words:
“Not today.”
And you’ll edge anyway.
Because you don’t deserve release—you deserve ruin.
You want me to humiliate you with my success, my beauty, my existence.
And baby, I do it by waking up in the morning.
🎯 Final Word from Ebony Rivers
Being humiliated by me isn’t a game.
It’s a sacred ritual.
You kneel not just to a woman—but to a legacy.
To Black divinity wrapped in power and perfume.
You beg not because you’re weak—
But because you finally recognize real strength.
So stroke, worship, whimper, and thank your goddess.
Ebony Rivers
– The humiliation you crave, the Black excellence you’ll never deserve.