The Last White Slave: Part One

By M Missy

THE LAST WHITE SLAVE!
PART ONE
Based in real history comes a story like none ever told!
A story of the old South; where bondage, domination, submission, and humiliation were real and not a game people played.
An entertaining thriller which will;
Educated you, Sadden you,
Excite you, Anger you,
Shock you, Make you cry,
Maybe all at the same time.
Hello; my name is Matthew Michael McCall III; this is my story.
The story of my life as the last white slave.
The story of the worst President in the history of the United States;
A story about the Civil War; Abraham Lincoln’s war;
KING ABRAHAM LINCOLN!!!!!!!!!
KING Abraham Lincoln caused the needless murder and or maiming of over 700,000 Americans.
My story; a love story of the unbelievable kind.
A story with an explosive ending; you should be surprised.
A story that suggests slavery was never outlawed in the United States; that’s right the 13th amendment to the constitution Abraham Lincoln says was passed may not have been passed; Slavery may is still legal.
KING Lincoln knew that; but what does a self-appointed KING care about the law? Not much as it turned out.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Nov 22, 2014
• ISBN: 9781496940698

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Published by AuthorHouse 11/17/2014

ISBN: 978-1-4969-4071-1 (sc)

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Contents

INTRODUCTION:

BELLA

A SLAVES LIFE

DEAD

ORAL CONGRESS

OUR PLANTATION

SO SAD!

BELLA’S HUMILIATION

SOUTHERNERS

WAR TALK

4 YEARS

BELLA’S SPANKING

THE WHIP

CAYLEE!

BASEBALL AND SUCKINGS

THE SISSY BOY

TRIAL

CARD PARTY

HORSE THEIVES

MORE WAR TALK;

SON OF A BITCH!

SOUTH CAROLINA

HANG ME?

NEXT DAY;

DAY TWO

DAY THREE

SISSY BOY GOES TO LYNCHBURG;

THE WOOD HORSE

LICK WHAT?

WAR COMING?

YES, AUNT C

LICK WHAT? AGAIN

APRIL 13; BEGINNING OF THE END!

OH! NO!

SO SAD!

NOT AGAIN?

SICKNESS/DEATH

RUNAWAYS

AFTER

LITTLE BUDDY;

BULL RUN

WHIP!

BLUE BALLS

BASEBALL; BEAN BAGS; BLUE BALLS

SLAVE UPDATE

OUCH! HA! HA! OUCH!

FOUR MONTHS

BATTLE OF DONELSON

BAD MOOD THERAPY

SHILOH

BIG ARGUMENT

MY WORST DAY, MAYBE

HEARD A GUNSHOT

DOUBLE TROUBLE

CHATTANOOGA

MR. MCCALL

THE SEVEN DAYS BATTLE

WEAR WHAT?

BELIEVE IT OR NOT

M MISSY’S SERIES OF BOOKS

References

INTRODUCTION:

Hello, my name is Matthew Michael McCall III and this is my story.

I was born in 1841 and grew up on a tobacco plantation in the great State of Virginia.

To be more exact, we lived just outside Lynchburg, Virginia.

My Father owned a huge plantation house on 4000 acres of rich farm land and woods. We had about 200 slaves at any given time working for us.

My story to you begins when I turned 18 in on August 18th, 1859.

I have two sisters; Virginia and Scarlett. My older sister, Virginia was named after the state of Virginia and is a year older than me at 19 years old.

Virginia was about 4 inches shorter than me; she has a real nice figure; as did my Mother. Virginia had the curves to fill out any kind of dress or blouse and skirt that was worn at that time.

Virginia is very pretty; with a great smile; she is very nice and polite to everyone. She has long brown hair that hung almost to her ass as it hung over her shoulders to give her a real soft and sexy look.

Scarlett was 2 years younger than me at 16 years old; she was still growing and filling out. However, at 16 she is a real looker. I assumed she would grow up to be every bit as pretty as Virginia.

According to my Mom, my sister’s, and many others; I was a very good looking 18 year old young man with long blond hair parted in the middle and a great smile as well.

I was just under 6 feet tall which was tall for those days. I had developed a nice male body with a slim tight tummy, a muscular chest, with long strong legs, and a nice firm, plump, and muscular ass.

My mom would tell me I could attract the prettiest and richest girls as I was so good looking. I believed her too, due to all the attention I would receive when we went to town or to a dance, or a party, etc. It did seemed to me any girl I wanted to talk to was more than willing to talk with me, or spend time with me.

It seemed to me any girl I wanted to take behind the barn and hug and kiss and spend time with was more than willing to do so with me.

In addition to my two sisters, Mom and Dad; we also lived with Virginia’s husband of just over one year, David. David was a banker in Lynchburg. David was a very nice fellow; but his life and mine had nothing in common other than living in Virginia. David did not grow up in the plantation world and knew nothing about running a plantation.

In general, my job as a child was to learn from my father, mother, experience, and from books; so I could run the plantation when I was older. I learned to read at an early age and loved to read books and tried learn everything that there was to learn. Without a doubt I was the most well educated young man in those parts. Along with my body and good looks; that added to my sense of superiority over others.

I spend much of my growing years learning how to shoot, hunt, throw knives, use a bow and arrow, use a sword, and track. I learned about everything there was to learn so I would be in a position to defend myself and defend my family when needed. Again, that feeling of confident power exacerbated my feelings I was better than everyone else my age, even those older than me. The fact was; I was!

In addition to my knowledge and skill level in many things; I had the best of everything that was possible to have at that time in history; I had a fairy tale life. I was truly the envy of most other young men in Virginia in 1859, as well as, the desire of most of the pretty girls; even most ugly ones.

That is my picture on the front cover.

Before I continue; let me tell you I have no personal knowledge as to all the historical facts in this book. I got all the historical information from others and or from government sources. Therefore, although I believe the information is accurate; some of it may not be exact. For example; I report election results, I do not know if the numbers were totally accurate; but I believe all the information is close enough not to adversely affect my story.

The rest of the story is totally my story; believe it or not.

BELLA:

For my 18th birthday my father told me that I could pick any slave I wanted to be my personal maid and basically sex slave as he was really afraid I would de-flower one of the young girls who lived in the area as they competed with one another to fall all over me. That was a result that no one wanted and one of the benefits of having slaves was I could have all the sex I wanted without worrying about soiling a white girl.

There was no choice for me as I told my father; I wanted Bella. Bella was the daughter of one of the slaves whose father was a blacksmith and whose mother who was the head maid in the house but passed away last year from sickness.

Bella was a year older than me at 19 years and grew up with my two sisters and me. Bella played with us and even learned some things with us to the point where we felt like she was part of the family. Bella became her mother’s helper and therefore was also a maid in our mansion.

The reason I note that she was a maid in our mansion was the main house slaves were clean and well dressed and even educated to a point, so they could live with us whites. No one would have a simple field nigger work in the big house; as the slaves called it.

I had noticed over the past several years as Bella was growing into a young women as she had filled out real nice and even though she was a nigger, I thought she was pretty. Bella had a very nice smile and kept herself clean and always dressed nice. I found I enjoyed looking at her; I enjoyed looking at her a lot! In addition; Bella and I got along real well, as I said, we grew up together. We lived in the house together and we played together as kids.

The fact was that if I was inclined to marry a nigger, which I was not; Bella would have been my choice. So; Bella was the obvious choice for me to be my personal maid and sex toy.

However; before I tell you this part of the story and thereafter the progression of my behavior; I do need to say that it was most common in my world for the young white fellows to have their way with the slave girls and have as much sex with them as they wanted.

Having sex with a white girl was something no parent wanted to find out about as everyone wanted to protect the white female virginity; so she would be good marrying material.

I will tell you more about the sexual use of nigger slaves later but for this part of the story I will just say there was nothing illegal about what I was about to do; in fact; it was expected.

You see; rape laws in the south embodied a race-based double standard. Nigger men accused of rape during the colonial period were often punished with castration; the penalty was increased to death during in later years. However, white men could rape female slaves all they wanted without fear of punishment.

Some even suggested that the systematic rape of female slaves was analogous to the medieval concept of droit du seigneur, believing that the rapes were a deliberate effort by slaveholders to extinguish resistance in women and reduce them to the status of animals.(1)

I did not think life was so complicated; I just thought men were sexual animals by nature and since the nigger girls could not object, the men took advantage. I did not think that the white men needed to fuck the nigger girls to get them to be more submissive as the whip and other punishments did that job just fine; but, maybe I was wrong. After all I was only 18, what did I know?

From what I read; the south was not the first place where slaves were used as sex toys. The Roman’s used slaves for sex all the time. They gave the gladiators slave girls to use as a reward for fighting well. The fact was that most dominating classes and conquers used the conquered women for sex.

I knew my father had sex with several of the slave women over the years and my mother did not seem to mind as she did not consider the nigger girls to be any competition for her. It appeared to me that Dad was satisfied and Mom did not need to be the one to satisfy him all the time. Dad told me about different sexual things a white fellow could do with a black girl that he would not do with most white girls; well, any respectable white girl that was.

Nevertheless; as I liked Bella, I was concerned that she may hate the idea and hate me for using her. I asked my father what if Bella did not like the idea. My Father told me that it did not matter what Bella thought; she was just a nigger slave and although she lived in the house with us and was treated with respect and kindness she was still just a nigger slave and she would do as I wished or her submission would be gained with the whip or other punishments just like any other slave.

As my Father told me about gaining Bella’s cooperation with the whip I got an erection for some reason; as I thought about whipping Bella myself. I remembered that anytime and every time I witnessed one of the female slaves getting whipped I also got an erection. I did not know what that meant; but it did get me thinking about whipping Bella. I had never whipped anyone before; but the idea seemed to excite me.

Anyway, I accepted my father’s thoughts even though it did not feel right to me. I had some silly idea that Bella was entitled to an opinion. For some reason I was not completely comfortable with forcing Bella to have sex with me. I assumed I was just too young to understand; my Father was much older and wiser than me; he had to be right; RIGHT?

The next day, after my birthday dinner, my Mother advised Bella she would be my personal maid from then on. Bella, who was one of the house’s maids anyway, did not give seem to give that much thought as we got along very well and she thought that she would just need to clean my room and do my laundry and get me stuff when I wanted something, etc. I did not think Bella had any idea I was going to fuck her as often as I wanted to as part of the deal.

Although, perhaps she did. The fact was that she knew better than to show any objection on her face or in any manner or she could get herself punished. As a result I did not know for sure what she thought; perhaps she even liked the idea and just did not want anyone to know that either. Perhaps she liked me too.

Now that you understand all about the plight of a nigger girls in the South in those days let me tell you that even though that I grew up with that understand and I could see the benefits for me; for some reason I still did not feel comfortable with the idea of forcing Bella to have sex with me.

Nevertheless, that was what I knew and that was what I was going to do. So, the next evening after dinner I told Bella that I wanted to see her in my room after she cleaned up.

Yes, Masser; as Bella gave me a polite curtsey. All the slave females needed to respond in such a manner as did the men as a sign of respect. However, the men would bow a little and the women would curtsey.

Bella came into my room about an hour later and yes Masser, curtsey?

I was laying on the bed reading as I looked up at Bella. I hesitated as I appreciated looking at her pretty face and engaging smile. I looked at her large tits giving the front of her blouse such a nice appearance and said; Bella, take off your clothes.

If Bella was not sure earlier; she sure knew what that meant as most of the other slave girls were used and abused long before they were 19 years old. Bella was actually protected from being used by anyone being the main house’s maid. If she worked anywhere else she would never had still been a virgin at 19 years old. Most nigger girls had babies four or five years earlier than 19.

Bella did not seem happy about my order to undress. However, I thought her hesitation was one of her not expecting that instruction from me. I was not sure.

Bella was well trained, however, and said yes, Masser, gave me a polite curtsey and began to undress before my eyes. Bella also started to get tears in her eyes letting me know I was correct about how she felt about the upcoming deflowering and or using.

Once Bella was naked before my eyes, I continued to lay there and look at her. She did have very nice tits, at least I thought so, but I was no authority on tits as I have only seen some other slave’s tits on occasion and most of them were saggy; not full and firm like Bella’s.

I also have seen a few niggers between their legs, but never paid much attention as I had no interest in most of those dirty slaves. But, Bella, she was a different story; Bella was clean and young and pretty and I was looking forward to seeing her pussy.

Well, I guess I should not be calling it a pussy as all I could really see was her furry patch and not her pussy. Nevertheless, my eyes were fixated upon her furry patch and it made my already erect cock feel even harder.

As Bella tears dripped down her face, I told Bella to turn around.

Yes, Masser.

Then I saw something I absolutely loved; Bella’s ass. Bella had a nice plump ass and I loved looking at it; I could not wait to feel it. I thought I liked Bella’s ass better than I liked looking at her tits or furry patch.

I got right off the bed and told Bella to lay over the side of the bed. You see, my father told me white men do not lay with the nigger girls as that was reserved for white girls. Nigger girls were more like cock receptacles; you just use them and dismiss them.

So, I was going to take Bella from behind. After seeing Bella’s ass, that was fine with me as I would get to see her ass the whole time.

As Bella laid over the bed and cried softly I undressed behind her.

I stood there behind Bella with my erection dancing around a little as it was so excited by seeing Bella’s fine ass laying over the side of my bed. I do not think I had even been that excited either physically or emotionally in my life as I was at that minute knowing I was going to have sex for the first time.

When my mother taught me about sex, she told me when having sex with a white girl for the first time that I had to be gentle and not worry about myself as it was more important to be concerned about the girl; especially for the first time as sex hurts the girl in the beginning.

However; Mom also told me that that did not matter with the nigger girls; when having sex with them I should just make sure that I had a good time and not worry about if they like it or not. Mom taught me it was their job to please me; not the other way around.

So, with that in mind; I took a quick look at Bella’s pussy lips as they we protruding somewhat between Bella’s very nice firm and plump thighs. Then, I used my hands to spread Bella’s ass a little until I could see Bella’s entire pussy. I stopped and looked for a moment as I had never seen a pussy before. I enjoyed the view of Bella’s plump pussy lips; but it was time. I put my cock head up against the opening and started to push myself inside her.

However, as my Mom told me; Bella’s pussy would most likely be dry at first. So I put two fingers in my mouth and got them real moist and then rubbed that moisture on the inside of Bella’s pussy lips and then I put my cock back into position and pushed real hard and it slide inside Bella.

Bella screamed a little and struggled and cried as if I was hurting her like my Mom told it would at first. But that did not stop me as it felt good to my cock as Bella’s pussy was giving my cock a nice warm excited feeling; which I liked.

As Bella bucked and cried she made my cock slid in and out a little without me doing anything. I let her calm down some before I continued.

As Bella got use to the invasion of my cock in her pussy; I started to push forward real hard and real fast like I was in a hurry. I guess I was going real fast as I was not sure how it was going to feel to me as it was my first time also; and I was in a hurry to find out how it would feel to cum for the first time.

It did not last long as I was young and extremely excited and within two minutes I was pumping load after load after load of my cum into Bella’s pussy; which made Bella’s pussy much more slippery so I could slide in and out much better.

After I came for the first time; I pulled my cock out of Bella. I just stood there looking at my shrinking cock with some of my white cum all over it. I grabbed a towel and cleaned myself off and got dressed. Bella’s just laid over the side of the bed and cried some more.

However; as I was not so excited anymore; I sort of felt sorry for Bella. I knew that she was very unhappy about being taken like that. I knew I hurt her; I thought it must have been very humiliating for Bella to be treated like she was a sheep or a horse.

However, I also realized I did not care, not even a little bit, when I was still excited with a raging hard on. After, when I was no longer erect I seemed to feel differently about it. I found it strange how the condition of my cock changed how I thought about the same thing from one minute to the next.

Regardless of my feelings for Bella’s feelings; Bella was just a slave, just a nigger, and that was how slaves were treated in my world I would tell myself. Nevertheless, it still did not feel right to me, at least it did not feel right after I had an orgasm; it felt just fine when I had a raging erection.

Later my father asked me how it went and I told him all about it; however, I did leave out the parts about how I did feel a little bad afterwards. My father gave me some follow up advice on sex, including saying it was about time Bella was broken in as she was too old not to be of such use. Bella was 19 and that was old to my father; at least for nigger girl. After all, Virginia was 19 also and I did not hear my Father taking about her being broken in.

So; from that day forward; Bella became my fuck puppet to be used by my anytime and every time I wanted. I enjoyed the fact I was the first one to use Bella and I was only one to use Bella thereafter. I did not think Bella shared my thoughts about the enjoyment of using her, but she was my slave, she was my nigger, so it really did not matter what she thought; yet, for some reason I was still concerned about Bella’s feelings.

To make myself feel better about using Bella; I would tell myself that Bella was lucky to be used by me; a good looking white fellow. None of the other nigger girls were so lucky as they were used by my Father and many others. So, I thought in a way; Bella was really lucky.

The following week I used one of my father’s suggestions and after I gave Bella a good hard fucking as she laid over my bed; I pulled my used cum soaked cock out of Bella’s pussy I made Bella get on her knees and suck off all the left over cum and pussy juice with her mouth and tongue. I even made her lick my balls and the inside of my legs to get it all licked up, instead of me using a towel.

I can tell you Bella was not happy with that new idea my father gave me as the tears were developing in her eyes again. But she did obey me and did as she was told. I found I really liked having my cock in Bella’s mouth, it felt very good.

As I looked down at Bella with my cock in her mouth I was thinking about how humiliating it must be for her to be treated that way and made to lick me clean like that. Odd, as I thought about it, I started to get hard again. Apparently my cock liked the idea of Bella being humiliated. By the time Bella was finished licking me clean I was erect again and I fucked her a second time and then used a towel to clean myself.

As Bella arose I could tell by looking at her she was not happy even though she tried hard not to show it on her face.

I smiled at Bella; told her not to worry; she would get use to it.

The next day I asked my father about what I was feeling when I was humiliating Bella. He told me not to be concerned about such things as niggers don’t feel like white folks; so it was not bothering her.

I heard my father, I heard what he said; I wanted to believe him; but the look on Bella’s face; the continued tears leaking from her eyes were telling me a different story indeed.

I continued to use Bella almost every night after that first night. Bella seemed to accept it as part of her duties. At least she handled getting taken by me without crying; at least I was no longer hurting her.

I actually thought she was beginning to like it; I was happy about that; I really wanted her to like it; I guess we would see over time.

Nevertheless; I would lay in bed at night thinking about Bella and sometimes I would think about whipping her and I would always get a rock hard cock. But, Bella was so good, so obedient, so well trained, so submissive, she never gave anyone cause to whip her and I could not whip her just for fun; could I?

A SLAVES LIFE:

Now that I have told you about Bella’s new job of being my maid and fuck puppet I guess I should tell you about what it was like in general to be a slave in the South. That way you will understand that neither Bella nor I were doing anything unusual. Additionally, I think the rest of my story will be more real to you and not just some perceived fantasy; as life was really like that for us.

There was slavery in the New World almost from the beginning. However, early slaves were slaves by another name, indentured servants. Indentured servants, as I said, slaves by another name, were voluntary slaves that paid their way to the new world by agreeing to be someone’s slave for usually 5 to 7 years. In exchange; their owner would pay for their expenses of them getting to the new world, now the United States.

Later; and for almost 200 hundred years before 1859 Plantation owners embraced the use of purchased nigger slaves mainly because indentured labor became expensive. Yes, it was true; another form of slavery was getting too expensive. Additionally, some indentured servants were also leaving to start their own farms as land was widely available.

When I say indentured slaves were getting expensive it meant the cost to buy one was much higher than buying nigger slaves. Benjamin Franklin and Andrew Johnson were indentured slaves at one time. Benjamin Franklin illegally paid his brother to honor his slave commitment for him, so he ended up being free.

The early colonists also tried to use Indians as slaves but the Indians were too susceptible to European diseases and died in large numbers. The planters then turned to Africans for labor. In 1665, there were less than 500 Africans in Virginia but by 1750, 85 percent of the 235,000 slaves who lived in the Southern states were from Africa.

According to the U.S. Census, one out of every four families in Virginia owned slaves. There were over 100 plantation owners who owned over 100 slaves. We were one of those large plantations with over 100 slaves; as was my Uncle’s plantation about a mile away.(2)

The niggers became slaves for anyone who could afford to buy one or more. From what I understood, however, only about 15% of whites owned slaves. There were some free niggers who had their own slaves; so I guessed niggers thought it was alright to have niggers for slaves. There were also some Indians who had niggers for slaves too.

How an individual slave lived depended one three major factors. The first was location. Location was the major factor on how a slaved lived as it was a major factor on what jobs were available.

For example; in the lower south; especially west of the Mississippi most slaves lived and worked on cotton plantations. Most of those plantations had fifty or fewer slaves in 1859, although the largest plantations may have several hundred. Cotton was by far the leading cash crop, but slaves also farmed rice, corn, wheat, fruit, vegetables, sugarcane, and raised cattle, chickens, pigs, turkeys, among other food products.

However, most all of the work was out in the fields and in the hot sun for most of the year. The plantations were far away from one another and far away from the cities. As a result almost all the slaves were farmers.

On the outer banks of the South Carolina, for example, there were rice farms. Not only was it hot, not only was it all field work, the slaves had to stand in water most of the day and got sick from all kinds of things. The death rate was very high. They were also far away from cities, so again, most all the work was farming labor.

When slaves lived further north, there were more jobs available that were not field work in the hot sun and the climate was better.

The slaves who lived near cities and towns had many more options than working in the fields all day in the hot sun. Overall; the niggers did any kind of job anyone could and wanted to teach them to do.

Some small farms may have only one or a few slaves; so their work was the same as any white farmer; just in a better climate than in the Deep South.

Many slaves were rented to or owned by city people. Those slaves worked as maids, laborers, butlers, or laundry people, etc. Some worked in factories, drove wagons, were delivery men, worked in coal mines, or on trains. Some were taught how to be masons, carpenters, roofers, blacksmiths, and other trades. While the women may care for the kids and make clothes; almost any job that could make their owners money.

The second major determining factor was the job itself. Although, as I noted those slaves in the deep-south had no real choices other than to spend their entire lives working in the fields; those further north did have many different jobs available. However, for the most part which job a slave got was not his or her choice. Nevertheless; the job you had was a major factor in how you lived your life.

Many of the slaves who lived in or near cities and towns lived a life that was not too distant from the white people. They lived near the white people and worked around the white people. Their hours of work were long, but so were those of most white people. Over all, those slaves had the best opportunities to live what white would consider a normal life. They were given food, clothing, some medical care, and shelter.

They could not choose their own jobs and did not get to keep their pay if they were rented out to others. However, many whites could not choose their jobs either and had to take what they knew how to do; or what jobs were available. Many times; the positon of the poorer white was no better than the slaves.

In some ways the better jobs were those in the owner’s home, maids work for example. It was better to be a house maid than a field slave. They ate better, wore nicer clothes, they did not need to work in the hot sun all day.

On the down side; they had no set hours on most plantations; they had no real privacy. The house servants tended to form relationships with the white folks in the house. That was certainly true in our house; as I noted with Bella, she was like a sister to Virginia and Scarlett; she was a friend to me. We all loved Bella.

James; who was our butler was felt about the same way. James had been our butler for my entire life; he was like a second father to me; he looked out for me growing up when my Father was off on business; even when my Father was home.

My Father and Mother both trusted and respected James to the point where my Father would seek his advice on slave matters. There were many times when I saw my Father take James’s advice instead of doing what my Father thought was right. It seemed James was as happy as any slave could be working for and living with us.

Also, the white kids and the nigger kids were especially in a position to form bonds with each other. Many times the kids of both races played together on farms and plantations. That was the situation with Bella and me along with my two sisters, Virginia and Scarlett.

The third consideration of a slave’s life was the owner of the slave. Owners of slaves were like any other people; not all the same; not all business men; not all gentlemen; not all very nice people; many were.

How the owner viewed and treated their slaves made a major difference in how the slave’s lives moved along. The nigger and white relationships were like any other relationships; some good; some bad; many in between.

Some owners were business men and treated their slaves like they had value; which they actually did. Some owners were plain mean men people who abused their slaves. Some owners were greedy and worked their slaves too hard and gave them very little. Some owners treated their slaves very well and gave them better food and better housing and treated then with respect.

Over all; I did not think the behavior of the slaves had very much to do with how they were treated; except for a few trouble makers; it all came down to the attitude of the owners. I will discuss this part more as the story moves on.

The fourth consideration was sex; male or female.

For the most part men were just workers. However, the women were workers and sex objects. The fact was in my world; slave girls were expected to be available to the white men for sex. Some were actually killed or beaten severely for not cooperating.

However, that was not as unusual as you may think as even white women were expected to be submissive and obedient to the men. The white women had no rights either; except over the niggers.

The fact was there was so much sex between the white men and the nigger girls they needed to change the law to make the mix-breed kids slaves too and not free. Before; the kids followed the father’s race and status.

While at the same time; white women were never allowed to have sex with nigger men; that would produce mix-race kids who were supposed to be free; but were not in reality.

So; being a female slave brought with it the problem of violation; the men did not need to worry about all that much. However, there were some men who would rape boys as their preference or even require boys to suck them. There were even a few owners who would have sex with nigger men; not so many I understood. So, there were no set rules; all niggers could be used for sex.

However; the use of the nigger girls was so widespread; when men came to visit a plantation on business or otherwise; many times they were offered a girl; as you may offer a drink. Some men would abuse the girls beyond sex. Some men would tie the girls up and give them a licking; or a short whipping just for fun. Sometimes they would even beat a girl with their fists.

In addition to sex the owners had with the female slaves; many were sold as whores. They called them fancy maids. The fancy maids were sold in the fancy trade and could fetch a price higher than even the most skilled male slave.

Although slaves lived in many different locations; worked many different jobs; worked for many different and unique owners; there was one behavior that was common for all slaves; discipline and or punishment.

You see; by 1859 there were almost four niggers for every white person; so one may ask; why did they put up with being slaves; I asked that question myself; we lived in a house with only five white people and had over two hundred niggers.

Why did they put up with being our slaves? The answer could only be understood by the owner’s universal theory of punishment. Punishing slaves by putting them in chains; whipping them to the point of tearing their skin off their backs; burning some; general beatings of one type of another; branding some; even hanging some; all sent a message to all the other niggers to behave or else.

The message from the time they were little kids was brutality; they behaved or they would be sorry. As all owners were not that same the level of punishment and why someone was punished would vary greatly. But, in the end, it was harsh punishment to scare them to obedience and submission; to keep them submissive and obedient.

However, I also thought that one of the reasons the slaves were easy to control was the fact they did not know of any other life; they did not come from Africa; they only knew the life they had and could only compare it to how the whites lived; or more importantly; how niggers on other plantations lived.

You see; while the niggers may have known they were slaves; by 1859 all, if not almost all of the slaves, were born in the United States as importing slaves became illegal in the early 1800’s. Being a slave was all they knew; obeying white people was all they knew; they did not know what freedom was like; many were afraid to find out more than they did not want to be a slave.

Having given you some brief idea on the life of slaves; I should make it very clear; I was never a slave; I would never be anyone’s slave. So, I can only offer to you what slaves did and how they were treated from a white man’s perspective. I certainly cannot tell you how they felt about anything. However, I had to believe most slaves; like most white people; had different feelings about being slaves as most white people had about life in general; based on their individual location, job, and owner.

DEAD:

Moving into October of 1859; my day started out like any other day; I had breakfast with my family; I sat at the table and listened to my Mom and two sisters chatter away; my Dad and I mostly listened while we thought about what else we would do that day.

From the time I was big enough to travel the plantation alone I spent almost every day; all day; learning what there was to learn. When I was not learning how to care for pigs; learning to grow tobacco, learning to make bricks or shingles or something else; I was out practicing with one or more of my weapons. When it was dark; I would be in the library reading some manual on how to do something or reading about what others have made or invented.

That particular day after breakfast; I went into the woods on the east of our house to practice with my bow and arrow. My Father use to tell me I was wasting my time; the days of Indians and the bow and arrow were over. Dad thought I was just playing; maybe I was; but I was very good with that bow and arrow and thought one day it may be helpful for something. After all; I could shoot four arrows in the time it took a man to load a musket.

My Father also thought my knife throwing was a waste of time. Dad said the only people who throw knives were circus performers. That may have been true; but I was a growing child; I had plenty of time; practicing with all types of weapons was something I liked to do. I was not getting in trouble or hurting anyone; so I just continued. Dad never did tell me to stop; just made mention now and then.

Anyway; while I was in the woods that day I heard yelling. There was a nigger yelling at or near the house; so I walked back towards the house to see what was going on.

As I got close enough to see, about 60 or 70 yards away I could see one of the big male slaves yelling at James on the front porch. He was waving his arms and yelling and jumping around like a fool; he was just going to get himself whipped.

Then he punched James in the face; he was going to get a whipping for sure then. However, he did not stop and he punched James a second time; James fell to the porch deck.

Just then my Father came out the front door and the big nigger punched my Father in the face and he went down. The big nigger was about to kick my Father while he was down; I took aim and shot him right thru the ear with an arrow. There would be no whipping for him; he was dead; as dead could be.

I ran up to the porch and helped James and my Father up. My Dad looked at me; looked at the dead nigger; said; you may have saved our lives, Son. That was a hell of a shot from that far away; with a bow and arrow.

Dad paused, then said; I guess you were not wasting your time with that bow and arrow set after all. Thank you, Son; he gave me a big hug. It was sort of a bonding moment with my Father; sort of like I was growing into a man; not his little boy any more.

My Mom and sisters came outside; heard what happened; made a big fuss over me. It was nice.

Dad had James and two men took the dead nigger and stripped him naked. They hung the body from a tree down by the river near many of the slave huts. They hung a sign around his neck which said; punched Master! Yes, I know; the niggers could not read; James told them what happened and what the sign read.

The dead nigger’s body hung there by one wrist for three days while the birds pecked at his body. It was a message to all slaves; you do not hit Master; or any white person.

It was not the first time I killed someone; it would not be the last. It was the first time I saved my Father and James from danger; it would not be the last. As I thought about it later; I did not hesitate; I shot to kill when I recognized the threat. I did not feel bad either; it seemed right to me.

ORAL CONGRESS:

Later in October of 1859; one day when my Father and I were out hunting I told him I did not like to fuck Bella when she was bleeding. My Father told me about sucking and told me I should have her suck me; I would enjoy that was well. I was not well educated concerning sex and knew nothing to speak of about sucking so I looked it up in a book my Father had in the library.

The next day I found a book in the library that referred to what my Father called sucking as blowing or a blow job. This term came about in the early 1800’s as some called prostitutes bloweys. Bloweys, were the girls who got you to blow your load. It was shortened to blow job over time.

The book also noted that in ancient Rome it was somewhat of a custom for soldiers; what they called machos; and even rapists would make both men and women suck them. In Rome there were a lot of slaves also; so I guessed that made sense.

However, unlike the people from India or Greece for example; in the Roman world, sucking was considered a dirty thing to do. So those who were made to suck were considered the weaker and submissive people.

Making a man suck a cock was also used as a punishment. Someone caught stealing could be made to suck the fellow he stole from if he was caught.

In Egypt; sucking seemed like it was alright. The Egyptian queen, Cleopatra, apparently loved to suck cock.

In China; sucking was also widely practiced. Apparently they believed that the swallowing of the cum was an enlightening experience.

In France; sucking was also widely performed.

Anyway; I had been fucking Bella almost every night at that point in our lives and sometimes twice a night for months.

My father told me most men like it with the girl kneeling in front of the guy so he can look down and watch his cock going in and out of her mouth. He said there was just something special about looking down and seeing the girl with a mouth full of cock.

He told me not to worry about doing it for the first time as Bella would know how to do it as all those nigger girls were natural whores and learn how to do sexual things at a young age; they are not like white girls who want to say pure for their husbands.

My father told me that he had enjoyed several of the nigger girls over the years. He said they knew it was part of their job to please the white fellows; after all he reminded me, those nigger girls don’t have feelings or feel shame like white girls do, so I should not be concerned about using them just like I would use a horse. That was the second time my Dad compared Bella to a horse; that did not sit well with me, but I did not say anything about it.

My father reminded me should Bella give me even the least little bit of resistance I just needed to get the long thick strap and give her ass a good beating with it; then she would be reminded it was her job to please me no matter what I wanted her to do.

But, Dad, I said; you have always told me whipping the slaves should be kept to a minimum and only when absolutely necessary.

Yes son; he said; but giving Bella a strapping is not the same as a whipping; it is just a reminder for her to know her place. Additionally son; you may find out you really enjoy it and find that watching her ass move around while she cries and yells is exciting to you. Give it a try and let me know.

Alright Dad; I will.

I thought my Father was probably right as I was rock hard just thinking about it.

The evening when I was ready for bed, as usual, Bella was required to check with me, if I did not call her earlier, to see if I wanted her for anything before I went to sleep.

I was convinced by that time Bella was not only use to taking my cock; that she had come to enjoy it. I was not sure why I cared if Bella enjoyed me fucking her or not; as my father has continually told me that nigger girls have no such feelings; they just take cock like any animal would.

Nevertheless; I had my doubts about that; as I have expressed before. In the beginning Bella seemed very unhappy about allowing me to fuck her whereas by then I got the impression Bella was enjoying herself. After all, she no longer cried afterwards and had not cried for months. She also did not just lay there like she did in the beginning as she moved her hips some and moaned and seemed to have a good attitude afterwards and even smiled like she had a good time.

Anyway, enough about the past; when Bella showed up that evening to ask me if I needed anything else I asked her if she was familiar with sucking?

Bella got a look on her face which told me that she surly did; as she lowered her head and whispered; yes, Masser.

Good Bella; I would like you to suck me tonight.

Please Sir; not that; not sucking.

I just stood there looking at her; then said; how dare she not say yes Master and do as I wanted; how dare her ask not to obey me. I guessed my father was right; I would need to give you a good strapping so you will would remember the only words that came out of your mouth are words of immediate obedience; yes Master!

I told Bella to go and find James and bring him back with her; yes Masser, curtsey; with tears developing in her pretty eyes. Just seeing Bella getting ready to cry was enough for me to feel a surge of power, a surge of authority; it felt good; it excited me all by itself.

A few minutes later Bella came back with James; I told James to go to the barn and bring me a wide strap that would be-fitting for me to give Bella a good licking. James looked at Bella as Bella dropped her head again as a few tears trickled down her cheeks as James said; yes, Masser and left for the barn.

Once James left the room; Bella looked at me and pleaded, please don’t strap me Sir; I will suck you, please don’t strap me, I will be good. Please Sir!

Bella; you know better; if I let you go just one time you will test me again and again. You need to know that there is no tolerance for any lack of obedience. But, not to worry, I am only going to give you a licking and not a whipping, so it won’t be so bad.

NOW! Lay over the side of the bed; Bella!

Yes, Masser, curtsey; as Bella started to cry lightly.

Bella laid over the side of the bed with her hips on the side and her legs hanging over the side so that her ass was right there sticking up in the air giving me a great target for her licking. I used a small strap to bind her hands behind her back and then lifted her dress up over her hips and tucked it around her bound hands so that it would not fall back down and cover her ass as she squirmed in pain.

Then I lowered her bloomers to her knees and we waited for James as I stared at Bella’s fine ass. I wondered if all women had ass’s that nice; I was not sure; but I was sure that Bella had a real nice plump ass; I loved to look at it while I fucked her from behind.

James came back with two straps; I picked the one I wanted and told James he could go; he did.

I moved over next to Bella; I lifted the strap up over my head and WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The strap sounded like a shotgun going off considering the echo in the room. There were 5 welts developing before my eyes. Those developing welts on that great looking ass was some of the best eye candy I had ever seen.

Nevertheless; I did wonder if I would enjoy seeing the welts develop on a white girl more as with their light skin there would be much more color over white skin compared to Bella’s black skin. But then, why would I ever see a white girl get a licking I thought.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Bella was screaming her head off with each WHACK! After just 10 licks Bella was already crying freely. The 10 WHACKS so far covered all of her ass cheek area from the top to the bottom. There was also 10 real nice welts on the right side of Bella’s right cheek from where the straps tail wrapped over her ass cheeks and ended on the side of her right cheek.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! That was fifteen from the one side and Bella was struggling the best she could to get off the bed, but in that position with her hands tied behind her back she was not going anywhere. Besides Bella knew better than to try and get off the bed before I finished giving her the licking and actually told her she could get up.

I was hitting Bella with that strap about a hard as I could. I wanted to punish Bella; I wanted to hurt Bella; I wanted Bella to take all that pain; I wanted Bella to learn to obey me. I was loving all that power I felt; I was loving listening to Bella scream and cry thereby verifying how much she was in pain.

I was learning that even though the slaves always obeyed me in the past that they did so because they were afraid of being punished at my father’s direction; so in essence they were obeying him thru me, but not actually obeying me.

But lately I was finding out Bella was obeying me as I was the one who was giving her orders; I was the one who was punishing her; I was the one who decided how to punish her; I was feeling a growing sense of power that I never felt before; I liked it.

I change sides and WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHCAK! WHACK! I started to lick Bella’s ass from the other side so I could cover the left side of her left cheek with those same nice dark red welts that are still growing on her right side. The sides of Bella’s ass were showing the growing welts so much better the center of the cheeks as there was little or no padding on the sides.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! That was 25 from that side; I was finished. That was the first time that I had strapped Bella and judging by her reaction I would bet she was getting the message; the next time I told her to do something she will obey me right off. I would have thought she knew better already, but I guess my father was right and she needed a reminder every now and then.

I laid the strap down on the bed and went around to the other side of the bed and took a seat. I just watched Bella lay there crying her head off as the tears were just not stopping, but hell, all the better for my enjoyment as Bella was letting me know I really did a good job of strapping her, or punishing her, or hurting her, it was great I thought. Being Bella’s master was turning out better than I ever thought it would.

I just sat there and waited until Bella calmed down; she was going to need to breathe to suck me; at that time her nose was totally clogged with snot. So I waited until she calmed down and then untied her hands and helped her to her feet and let her go to blow her nose and wash her face.

When Bella returned I stood up and pointed to the spot on the floor where I wanted her to kneel. I was nice about it too; I let her kneel on the rug so her knees would not hurt by kneeling on the hard wood floor.

Once Bella was on her knees I asked her if she was ready to obey me.

Bella, looked up at me and said; yes Masser.

I was going to unbutton my pants, but then I thought perhaps Bella should lower my pants and underwear herself as part of the job, so I told her to do so.

Bella looked up at me and said; yes Masser. Then she reached out and unbuttoned my pants and lowered them to the floor. Then Bella reached up and slid my underwear down to my ankles also.

Bella’s face was level with my rock hard cock, however she did not do anything. I looked down at Bella; as she developed a few new tears in her eyes; I told her to suck it; or do you need more of my strap before you will obey me?

I was not sure what to expect or exactly what Bella may do as getting sucked was new to me. I was hoping my father was correct and Bella would know how to do it. Although I did read what I told you about in that book; how hard could it be?

Bella opened her mouth; I moved forward so my cock could slid into her mouth; she started to suck my cock slowly but not very well, or so I thought. It still felt real good and since I was about to explode even before she started I was not sure it would matter how well she performed.

Bella was providing a little bit of sucking pressure as she slid my cock in and out of her mouth; as she bobbed her head up and down; BAM! I exploded in Bella’s mouth, pulse after pulse after pulse of my cum. Bella did not swallow all of my cum as some started to leak out of corners of her mouth and dripped down her chin.

I backed away and pulled up my underwear and pants and looked down at Bella still there on her knees and asked; Bella, who’s the Boss around here now?

You are, Masser.

Bella; who will you obey around here now?

You, Masser.

Are you sure Bella; or do you need to be strapped more first?

Yes, Masser; I am sure!

Alright then Bella, we will see won’t we? Bella did not answer me, but that was not really a question.

Alright Bella; that will be enough for tonight, however; my father tells me a girl who knows how to give a good suck can get the entire cock in her mouth and even down her throat. So, you will need to practice on me plenty until you can. Don’t worry Bella, you will get use to it; it can’t be that hard.

Bella hung her head and gave me a real sad look but also said; yes Masser.

I almost felt sorry for her as she was telling