It is 1823. Master James is the owner of a large plantation in Virginia. His beloved wife died in childbirth years earlier, so he spends his time fucking his slavegirls. My name is Cecily and I am one of them. He acquired me two years ago to be his personal house slave.
As usual I await Master's return home for the evening. I have made sure that I am fully bathed and clean. This is a benefit of being a house slave. I never have to work in the fields. I get to stay cool in the summer and warm in the winter.
All I have to do is make sure that his home is clean, his belly is full, and his sexual needs are satisfied. I am the closest thing to being the mistress of the house. I am the prized pet of Master. Master swore that after his wife's death that he would never marry again. Why deal with the hassles of marriage when he could fuck his slave girls?
I look over and see Miranda. She is a beautiful mulatto girl with creme colored skin and long curly brown hair. Miranda was the product of an elicit affair between a master and his slavegirl. Miranda had grown up privileged and her father had "acknowledged" her.
She grew up in the house. He had her educated and taught her good Christian values. He had even talked about freeing her and sending her to Europe. But one day everything changed when her father died suddenly. After his death her evil stepmother had both the girl and her mother sold to distant plantations. That is how Miranda came to be here.
Miranda had only been here for no longer than a month and was slowly getting used to her role. Becoming her new Master's cumslut was now her only focus. I remember what it was like to be acquired by Master James. He had been patient yet persistent with my training. I am glad that I am now at the ripe age of 20 and have been living with Master James for two years. Miranda was 18 exactly and the poor girl had actually been a virgin when she was brought to Virginia.
I grimace as I realized I have to get Miranda prepared for Master James. He prefers us to be naked when we were together privately. We are only allowed to wear clothing when guests visit. Then we are to be adorned like a real Southern lady, wearing our "slave" necklaces. We have many fluffy dresses and corsets that accentuate our luscious breasts. Masters prefers us to wear our hair down as he likes our big curly tresses falling to our luscious breasts. We are his exotic sex slaves.
Unfortunately Miranda is still hurting from last night's anal escapades so I made sure to add some cooling oils to her bath. She gets in and I bathe her, making sure to kiss and finger her periodically. I need to make sure she is aroused when Master comes home from the fields.
I continue fingering her until she is screaming and ready to explode. Then I remove my finger and lick it while smiling at her. Se is puzzled as she is still getting used to my overt sexual behavior.
"I apologize dear girl but I have to make sure you are nice and wet. It will make it feel better and not hurt as much. Trust me on this one."
She looks reluctant and teary eyed. I lean in and begin feeling her breasts and kissing her passionately. This seemed to calm her down some.
"I promise you he is a good man. He really takes care of his slaves and never beats us that much. Only unless it is really really bad..."
I washed her hair and apply oils to it. When she is done I oil down her body. I quickly put myself together as I can hear your horses coming in the distance. I allow my long hair to cascade down my back. I am exotic looking for a mulatto. My mother was a slave and my father was the plantation master. My skin is the color of honey and I have chestnut,reddish hair that goes down my back. My eyes are green. I am exotic looking for mixed race girl.
Master had been an avid traveller in his youth. He had been to India on a voyage when he was 19 and spent several years there. Master often tells me that I remind him of Indian women. He told me that India was a place full of exotic and beautiful whores. He says that the only reason he really likes mixed race girls is because we remind him of his favorite whores he had fucked in India.
He said there were dark ones that could have been Negro, but their hair was straight and super long. He said that they had fine but exotic features. He also said that many were brown with green and hazel eyes with very long black hair. He had seen a few with reddish hair or bright orange hair. He had seen many who had big curly hair as well, like negros and mulattoes.
Then he told me that there were high class women who were white. He said that were extremely exotic looking as they had pale white skin, exotic features, fine noses, and extremely long black hair. He told me they reminded him of the octoroon women he had slept with in New Orleans. Master is a well-travelled man. I enjoy hearing his stories.
When my master visited my plantation he had immediately wanted me. He tells me that he saw my beautiful green eyes and reddish hair and that his penis hardened. Apparently I really reminded him of his favorite whore from Bombay. He bargained with my father because he had a unsettled debt. He agreed to cancel his debt if he gave me to him. My father never really loved me and saw me as another one of his bastard mulatto children. He gladly accepted the offer.
My mother had died years ago of a snakebite. I was raised by my grandmother in the fields. It was terrible growing up for me as everyone knew I was one of Master's children. My father never cared about me. His wife treated all of us mulatto children terribly. I had been forced to work in my father's fields. When I was told that I was leaving to live with Master James as his personal house slave, I was slightly relieved. In my naïveté I did not truly understand what that meant. But, after seeing the way things turned out, I would not have it any other way.
In a twisted way I glad Master acquired me. At least now I don't have to work in the fields and die like my mother had. I was no stranger to whippings! That was the worst part about being my father's slave: whippings. He would whip us periodically. We would be spanked and whipped as punishment for his wife's accusations, unsatisfactory work, and insolent behavior . I never wanted to experience that again!
Master James promised me that he would never whip me from the start. He said he didn't like to damaged his property in that regard. Nonetheless, I make sure that I am obedient to Master James. Master James found that I came to him as a very submissive girl. I went from toiling in the fields to becoming Master's nasty cumslut. What a life right?
Miranda and I hurry up and go downstairs to greet Master James. We look voluptuous and beautiful. We await kneeling as we hear him coming in. Master walks in the door. At 6'3" he is very handsome. He is 32 years old, with blond hair and intense, icy blue eyes. He is quite broad and fit. He comes in from his long day. He is hot, sweaty and ready for his evening.
"How are Master's little cumsluts tonight? Ready for dinner?" he says as he points to his groin, "Stand and greet your master."
I stand up and kiss him passionately. Then Miranda sheepishly kisses him. You can tell she is still grossed out as she backs away slowly. Master notices this and remarks,
"Miranda, my sweet kitten, why do you hesitate?"
Miranda turns red and lowers her head. I decide to interject.
"Is Master ready for his bath? I ask.
"Yes I am," he leans over and caresses Miranda's face, " but Miranda I need you bring me something to eat in the meantime. I need nourishment for when I ravish you later."
Her skin turns from red with embarrassment to pale with horror. She bows with teary eyes and says,
" Yes Master," and goes off to the kitchen obeying her directive.
With a twisted smile I realize that Miranda is well trained. I passionately kiss him and guide him upstairs where his bath awaits. It is a very sensual scene with candles and a hot steamy tub. I lower his body down making intense eye contact with him. His eyes are so intense. It is as if he can look through your soul. I lean down and kiss his hardening shaft. Master smiles at my adoration for him.
I bath him slowly, cleaning every part of him slowly. I am using fragrant oils that encircles the room. His skin is slightly golden from being outside and his muscles are crisp. I am paying extra attention to his cock as it slowly grows to its full size. I see that he is turned on.
Miranda comes in holding a plate of biscuits, fruits, and cheese. She knows the rules and kneels beside the tub feeding him. Master James leans back. He is in heaven with me cleaning his body and Miranda feeding him.
When he finishes with both his bath and the plate of food I dry him off. He lays on the bed as we oil him nicely. His cock is fully erect at 9 inches thick 2" wide. He had a thick cock with much girth. His balls were equally sized, as I could see that my dinner would be plentiful. I loved my master's cock and his balls. I loved sucking on them, pleasing them, watching them engorge. Best of all I loved the sticky fluid that erupts from.
I have not eaten all day per Master's directions. Master has a dark, twisted side to him. On certain days a week we have to "fast". Fasting means that we are only allowed to eat his cum. We can drink water, but nothing else.
In keeping with religious tradition we fast on the Sabbath. Coincidently the sabbath is the only day Master doesn't work. We must fast at least 2 days a week. Although at this point Miranda flat out refuses to eat during her fasts. She only drinks water on those days, unless she is forced to swallow.
I hungrily eye Master's cock as the smell of his pre-cum is making me hungry. Miranda just stares at the glistening cock wide-eyed. You think after being here this long she would be used to it. And she has not even been cum-trained yet! I shudder at the thought. As much as I have grown to love the taste of cum, being cum-trained had been a very traumatic and nasty experience. It was like Master could read my thoughts by his ensuing remark.
"Miranda come here and show me some love sweet kitten."
Miranda sucks her breath , makes a face, bows, and kisses the head of his cock quickly. This displeases Master. He runs his hair through her glorious curls and then pulls her to him.
"I have been nice with you little slut. I have not beaten you. I have not even whipped you. I have not even fully enleashed my sexual prowess on you. But you still refuse me. This is simple kitten. Your training has just begun. You have not even been cum-trained yet! Perhaps it's time to accelerate your training."
Miranda's eyes widened. I could tell she was curious as to what cum training was, but at the same time, she did not even want to know.
"Cum-training?" she asked meekly.
"Yes cum-training, you will soon discover what that is, but right now I want you please me. Suck it," he orders.
She looks at me with pleading eyes slowly starts sucking his large manhood. Poor Miranda is clearly struggling. He pushes himself up and puts his hand behind her head. Master is a very hands on kind of master.
"Good girl. Keep sucking on it. That's right. Remember go slow so you can savor the taste. Make sure you keep going slowly. That's right good girl," Master looks at me, "Cecily please pleasure my balls. "
