My slave Martisha Jeans is so obedient. This big and tall, chubby and extremely dark-skinned, big-bottomed, forty-something Black woman does absolutely everything I tell her to do. She cooks and cleans and does it all with a smile. And I wouldn't have it any other way. Slaves must know their place. She's got to please me. After all, it's what I bought her for. My name is Artemis. Like the legendary Greek Goddess of the Hunt, only meaner. I stand five-foot-eleven, lean and wiry, with long blonde hair, alabaster skin and pale blue eyes.
I'm an Eastern European woman of Jewish descent. And I'm very much a proud slave owner. You may ask how could this be, especially in the year 2010? Well, in this world, if you're wealthy and powerful enough you get to have whatever you want. There is a secret organization which provides wealthy people around the world with slaves. They're known as the Program. Women without a past or a future are given a chance to serve their betters in the present. These slaves are usually sexy women of African, Asian and Hispanic descent. Some of these female slaves are White too, of course. The White ones cost a lot more. Welcome to my modern-day Plantation, folks. 　 　 　 Where are we? Somewhere in Eastern Europe. My Plantation is a big farm sitting atop a hill dominating three hundred acres of farm lands. Protected by ten-foot-high walls and an electric fence along with cutting-edge technology. Privacy is a must when you are into what I'm into. I recently purchased this slave, Martisha Jeans, on the Black Market. She cost me thirty thousand U.S. dollars but it was worth it. My whole life I've lamented the fact that I was born long after slavery became illegal around the world.
I think I would have made a wonderful plantation mistress if I lived in the early nineteenth century. Unfortunately, I was born in 1985. For my twenty-fifth birthday, I gave myself a wonderful present. I bought myself a sexy Black female slave on the Black Market. I already had plenty of other slaves. Nikki Lee, a chubby Asian woman with a fat ass takes care of the field work around the farm. She's aided by Khadija Abdul, a tall, bronze-skinned and dark-haired Arab woman I recently purchased. They're both sturdy women who are quite able at field work. I wanted a Black female slave for the Big House. 　 　 　 My new acquisition, Martisha Jeans fit the bill wonderfully. I read her detailed file. In another life, Martisha Jeans was a crack head, prostitute and a member of society's lowest of the low. She was in and out of prison. She had three sons by three different fathers. Her sister Marietta and her husband Paul took her sons in since Martisha couldn't and wouldn't take care of them. Her life was going nowhere. Then she caught the attention of the Program.
The men and women of the Program work closely with Social Service agencies around Europe and North America. They took Martisha Jeans to a detox center and cleaned her up. Then they acquired her and put her on the Market. I bought her and now she's mine. Think of it this way. With me, she has a roof over her head, a room to sleep in and three square meals a day. I even allow her to have Sundays off. On Sunday, she gets to do whatever she wants except disobey me or leave the property of course. I think I'm a pretty generous slave owner, wouldn't you say? 　 　 　 Presently, Martisha Jeans is sucking on my toes while kneeling before me. I'm reading a wonderful book. The adventures of a White woman disguised as a colonial British soldier in the wilderness of Africa around 1840. She fights alongside brave men of the British Empire, defeats some natives and wins glory for herself and her country. Makes for good reading. How I wish I could have lived in those days. I found myself quite turned on as I read about the exploits of my favorite gorgeous blonde heroine. I started fingering my pussy, oblivious to the fact that Martisha Jeans watched my every move.
I saw her watching me fingering my pussy. She was turned on. I could tell. I smiled and asked her if she wanted to lick something tastier than my toes. Martisha nodded eagerly. I spread my creamy White thighs and allowed Martisha access to my pussy. The older Black woman breathed in the scent of my cunt. Then she began licking me like her life depended on it. I grabbed the back of her head and urged her to lick me faster. Martisha licked my pussy eagerly and gently fingered it. I leaned back on my high chair and relaxed as my sexy Black female slave went to work on me. I wonder if any White female plantation owners from the old days enjoyed steamy lesbian encounters with Black female slaves on their properties. Maybe. Maybe not. I doubt it's the sort of thing either party would go around bragging about. 　 　 　 I watched Martisha as she licked my pussy. Hot damn this big Black slut was really good at eating pussy. When she was done, I smacked her hard in the face. She looked at me, stunned. I smiled wickedly and told her that's what she gets for getting fresh with me. I'm her Mistress. I can dole out pleasure and pain on a whim, and with equal measure. I put a collar around Martisha's neck and made her follow me around the Big House on all fours. I took out my belt and ordered her to stick her fat Black ass in the air. Obediently, Martisha assumed the position. Face down and big black ass way up.
