Yes Massa.

I was tired when I made my way back to our little shack, just past dusk. It had been a very hot day and I had been on duty fanning Mistress Elizabeth and Her guest on the veranda all afternoon. I’d heard talk that there was a new kind of fan, much lighter than the heavy one I had to use but Mistress wasn’t going to pay out for something that didn’t effect Her.

I was sad that I was just a slave; something inside me felt it wasn’t right. But what could I do? I was just a nigger on Massa Turner’s plantation. My days were long but I considered myself fortunate that I had the love of my man Tom who they let me share my shack with.

Tom was renowned as the hardest working nigger on the state. He was 6 feet tall and very muscular and handsome too. We were both aged 28. What I loved most about him was how gentle he was with me. His hard work meant he was rarely whipped, so his back was usually quite smooth. I had been whipped a month ago for coughing in Mistress Elizabeth’s company. I couldn’t help it, but I guess I deserved it. Mistress Elizabeth shouldn’t be bothered by noise like that.

Today had provided a little shock. Her friend, Mistress Victoria had run Her hand up the back of my leg. I was used to this sort of attention from male visitors, but it was the first time a Lady had done such a thing. It was also the first time a Lady had, had me lick the crud off of Her boot. Not nice, but who was I to argue.

As always, I accepted it, knowing I was going to spend the night with my Tom. When he got back he was sore from his day picking tobacco. But he was so kind when he asked me, ‘was you whipped today Jenny?’ I smiled and shook my head. ‘Was you Tom?’

‘Not really my darling, just a couple from Bill as the day grew older’.

We sat and ate some of the leftovers from Mistress Elizabeth’s lunch, whilst holding hands. Afterwards I washed the dishes and prepared myself for bed with my man. He was so strong and proud, and I was so proud to be with him.

When we climbed into the bed, he kissed me very softly on my lips. I couldn’t wait for him to make love to me. He gently stroked the inside of my thigh and I kissed his chest.

At that moment we both jumped up as the door was kicked open.

Massa Turner stood looking at us.’ On your feet boy!’ he commanded. Tom did as he was told, keeping his head low as to not offend Massa who was 5 inches shorter and much lighter built.

Massa  strode towards the bed and sat down. ‘He snapped his fingers and said to Tom, ‘boots!’ Tom knelt and pulled his boots off. ‘Now sit outside and clean them nigger’.

Tom did as he was told and I was alone with Massa. ‘Please Massa, I begged, what did I do wrong?’

‘Nothing Jenny,’ he answered, ‘I just fancy some exercise.’

On his command I pulled the breeches from him. He then ripped my bed gown from me and forced himself between my legs. I was crying but he kept saying ‘your loving this, ain’t yer nigger?

Of course I had to answer, ‘yes Massa, thank You Massa’. He was brutal with me and although his manhood was smaller than my Tom’s it hurt much more.

I silently prayed for this ordeal to end. Not just for myself, but for poor Tom who I knew sat outside listening to all of this. Eventually he shot his bolt into me and flung himself onto his back.

I thought my misadventure was at an end, but no. ‘Lick my dick clean nigger!’ he ordered and so I did. Within a few seconds his weapon of destruction became hard again. I realized I was now performing an oral act upon him. This was something I had never done for Tom, who had said ‘you’re my woman, not my slave’

After a few minutes of sucking Massa’s manhood he exploded into my mouth. It tasted horrible, but when he asked me, ‘did you enjoy that wench?’ I answered, ‘yes Massa, thank you Massa.’

On his instruction I pulled up his trousers and belted them. He yelled out, ‘boy! In here now!’ Tom re-entered our shack with his eyes cast low. Massa smirked at him and ordered, ‘put my boots on nigger!’

Tom knelt and replaced his boots. I guessed this terrible ordeal was over, but Massa inspected his footwear and said, ‘There’s a mark on my right boot boy. Lick it off!’

In front of me and Massa, my proud Tom knelt and licked his owner’s boot. Massa smirked at him and stated, ‘your woman’s a good fuck boy!’

Tom replied ‘thank you Massa.’

‘Your not to couple with her no more, d’yer understand?’

‘Yes Massa.’

And then he was gone. Tom and I cried into each other’s arms. We didn’t just cry, we sobbed. After an hour (and long past our normal sleeptime) Tom began his movement towards me. ‘No Tom!’ I cried, ‘Massa say none of that no more.’ Tom turned around and we both cried ourselves to sleep.

Of course I never mentioned any of this to the other slaves but I felt nervous when serving Mistress the following day. I massaged Her feet for Her on command, just like normal. But when I’d finished, she hollered for an overseer.

Then while She sat eating grapes, I was hung up by my heels and flogged unconscious.

By the time I had recovered it was two days later and Massa was gone for business. Our door was abruptly opened and the Mistress stood there looking at us. She arrogantly snapped her fingers and commanded, ‘Tom, follow me!’.........