BlkSeattlesub
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This story does not promote or condone the act of historic slavery of a race
or person. Being Black and the writer of this story I am of course against
that completely. This is merely a Femdom story set in the 1800s. With that
understood..... I hope you enjoy it!
(My Mistress orders me to tell her a bedtime story, this began that story)
Mistress,
The date is 1817, the place Savanna, Georgia. A cotton Plantation, of medium
size, with about 30 Slaves. A large White house, a stable, the guest house
of 5 rooms and the Slave quarters. It is a hot summer day, the Master of the
house died 1 year ago during a nasty storm, leaving a lonely Mistress
Caroline to attend to the plantation. The Slaves toil in the field, their songs fill
the air giving it a stereo feel as it permeates your body and soul. You walk
out on the verandah to survey your property. Feeling the emptiness of not
having a man inside you for over a year, as you watch the grounds your eyes
drift to a young slave working just outside the stable, his body dressed only
in tattered pants that start at this waist, tied to him by a large thick
rope, and end in strips just below his knees. His upper body, sweaty and
glistening in the hot sun. His muscles defined from years of labor flex, as he lifts the
equipment, and you think about how much he resembles a fine horse, your
horse, wild, strong and hard to control. You begin wondering how it would be
being under those strong hips as he thrust into your already moist, no....
wet pussy.
As if on command he suddenly turns and looks at you, then quickly down. You
notice the problem he now seems to be having as he tries to complete his
task. You walk over to him, standing behind him, watching his uncomfortable
movements. Knowing that you and he where almost alone, the others slaves
were either in the house or in the field. You tell him to face you, "Now
Slave!". He turns and as he does you see his pants push out as his cock strains
against the rough material. Ashamed he cast his eyes down, not seeing the wicket
glimmer in your eyes. "What is your name Slave?", "Joseph" Mistress.....
And why are you like that? Pointing to the Indian tee pee in his pants. No
response. "ANSWER ME JOSEPH", "I don't know Mistress Caroline".
"Hmmm, well I advise you to fix that now!", "Yes Mistress" he answers.
You smile as you see it is to no avail, time passes as you watch him, the song in
the distance from the Slaves has almost an intoxicating effect on you as you feel the music pelt
your body, caressing it, and the feel of you clitoris throbbing with the
undertone and beat. "Wade in the wat-er, Waddeee in the wat-er
childrennnn." The slave song seems to lift all habitations and doubt, and
you know that you want to see your property, this slave undressed and doing
naughty things to your wet pussy. You feel the juices roll down your leg,
your white dress now clinging to your body. "Help me in the stable...."
"Yes Mistress". You take him to a clean empty stall with straw on the floor.
"Lie down over there!" He lays on the straw, looking up. "I need to check
my horse and I don't want to step on the ground with my bare feet. After
removing you shoes, you step on his stomach, which is tight and easily
supports your weight. You stroke your horse in the next stable while
stepping side step on to his chest. He makes no sound, his chest hardened from years
of heavy work.
Pretending to be interested in the horse you know that he now
can see up your dress and is looking at your panty-less pussy, the dew from
the first encounter with him coating the hairs and dripping on his body, your
musty scent filling his nostrils. Suddenly you look down, pulling your dress
back and stare into his surprised eyes. "How dare you look there!" "Get up
now!" He rises and says "I Sorry Mistress, I didn't look". "You did look
and you liked it didn't you, look at that" Again pointing to the large tent
formed in his pants. "You must be punished for this, do you understand?",
"Yes Mistress". His down cast eyes still betray the strength of his
enjoyment of having seen something so beautiful. "Take off your rope
Joseph", it is done, "Give it to me!". "Now, close the stable door!". Holding up
his sagging pants you watch the top of his ass as the pants slowly drop from
the dual task. He comes back after closing both sets of doors. Now the
music from the singing sound like whispers, the heat and musty air create a
strong feeling of power never experienced before. "Move against the wall,
Slave!", "Now lean against it", "No!, put your hands on it!", "Good!, now
move your legs back!" Trying to hold his pants with one hand he finally
drops the pants. His well formed ass wet from being pressed to the ground minutes
ago shines in the light that streams in through the top of the open boards of
the old stable roof. You walk over to him, and bring your hand down hard on
his backside, and start feeling the parts of his body from there.
His gasp shows that he did feel your first of many strikes, and his hardened
large Black cock, tells you that he feels the same lust, as his body betrays
him.... as yours do you. Your pussy now swollen and drenched, begs for
attention. And as you run your hand up and down his body, you rub your pussy
slowly through your wet white dress. You grab his cock, the first black cock
you have ever seen, let alone touched, it's size makes your knees feel weak with
naughty thoughts of how it would taste in your mouth or feel between your
other pink lips. Heady, with lust, you take the thick rope in your other
hand and bring it down across his back, he shudders, groans and then relaxes.
Once, twice, again, and again. Striking his ass, legs and back, sometimes
feeling the spot just struck, sometimes, licking it, sometimes while holding
his cock from behind. You can no longer contain the need to be touched by
Joseph, you tell him to turn around and kneel. His breaths, mere pants as
his cock throbs with his heart beat. "I want you to lick me, and don't stop
until I tell you slave, do you understand?" "Yes.." Joseph says, in a almost
forced breath, between pants. You pull up your dress holding it at
chest level, as the air drifting over your swollen and soaked pussy sets it
on fire. You violently pull his head down upon you, grinding his face into your pussy
lips and holding him there. Your juices smearing and coating his face and
lips. At first you can tell he has never done this before. But he begins to
understand what he needs to do, his tongue licking your pussy lips, like a thirstily dog
laps water. And then his teeth nibble on your lips and that spot, as you feel
your clitoris get the attention it has been waiting for over a year. In minutes
you feel as if you will faint, as the beginning of an orgasm builds.
It builds, and builds as your head feels like it will explode and flashes of
light dance in your tightly closed eyes. You sink into your Slaves chest and
head. No longer able to support yourself, your legs weak. Placing one leg
over his shoulder, you feel the juices begin their flow as they leave your
body and enter Joseph's waiting mouth, his sucking continues, trying to suck
out all the salty thick wetness. And the last spasm comes and ends slowly.
Refocusing your eyes, you push him away and tell him to lay down "Now!".
Although your voice is not as strong as it was minutes ago. Again pulling up
your dress, you waste no time mounting your slave and riding him. The horses
like the animals we are sense or know what is happening, buck and nay as you
ride Joseph's tight black cock, grinding down and moving back and forth like
as if you were trying to dig past your slave and into the ground its self.
Again you feel the orgasm coming, as the size of Joseph's cock, stretches and
fills you like you have never felt before. His size enhances the feeling,
as pain and pleasure become one and crashes together like the sea pelting the
sand. Ebbing and flowing, over and over. You rise and fall on his cock
watching him, knowing that he is feeling the same pleasure and pain from your tight
white pussy. Your juices running down his cock and dripping off his enlarged balls
and falling to the ground. You can tell that he is ready to explode, his face a
grimace and his eyes closed as tightly as yours were before. You are suddenly washed
with your orgasm, the spasms grab you and racks your body, as you feel him tense.
"No!" you say, but he explodes, as you lift off and watch his cum coat your
no longer white dress, your chest and his body. Angrily, You order him to his
stomach as soon as he stops shaking from the strength of his orgasm.
"Put your ass in the air Joseph!" He does, as you stand there, watching his
glistening black ass and body, smiling you reach for your riding crop
and........
Well Mistress.... That is another story... Goodnight...
< Message edited by BlkSeattlesub -- 6/3/2005 3:36:33 PM >
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