Juneteenth prep for black owned couple
Preparation and anticipation for the Juneteenth celebration began earlier this week when Master Darold texted directions on what he wanted Trina to wear-- Long pretty sundress, Fancy hat, makeup, perfume and jewelry, low heels—true Southern style for the plantation’s white mistress. No bra or undies—those are for ladies-- and her pussy needs to be as bare as a baby’s bottom.
Trina purchased a bright yellow full length sun dress with spaghetti straps, beige hat, yellow scarf and sandals. The instructions kept coming during the week. I am to wear khakis. We are to leave our car Sunday at 1 pm in a certain parking lot, and I needed to book two rooms at the dump of a motel where the initiation weekend was held.
The next instruction was to buy a Boots and Barkley 10’ dog collar and leash which I did at Target. I am to bring the leash with us. He’s gonna have on jeans, high tops and an NBA jersey tank top, like always. The he texted that he has found used full-body shackles online and purchased them for the auction of Trina in the motel that will follow the Juneteenth celebration. Bidding will start at $0.50.
The last instruction came this morning. I was to buy a FOR RENT sign to carry around. I got one 10” X 14.” I think we are ready. Nearly time to get in the car and get going. Trina is nervous, but in a good way. I can tell it is a nervous anticipation of the humiliation coming and the big, black cocks that she will get at the end of the day.
I give all credit and praise to our Bull Master for planning this to be so powerfully symbolic. My beautiful white suburban wife, director level manager of a 60+ person department—about the same as mid-sized plantation-- will be dressed as southern belle, knowing she is a fraud and naked beneath the yellow dress, and led on a leash and collar by surely a black descendent of slaves who would have worked her fields. Led in a public celebration of the freedom of African slaves, surrounded by crowds of black bodies and faces, many of them descendants of slaves.
Led around by a leash to be auctioned off at the end of the day as the plantation mistress. I can see our Master now ripping the dress off and shackling Trina at the start of the auction. Yes, she craves the big, black cocks she will get at the end, but she will also have a wet slit throughout as she is clearly aroused by being owned. My cock is uncomfortable in his pink cage, as I am aroused as well.
With one hour to go Master is getting us so excited for Juneteenth that I can’t see straight. I am fully prepared to be totally and completely Black owned tomorrow. It’ll be degrading as hell, but I will go along with no limits. Trina knows about the collar, and if she’s game, I’m game. I just need to keep telling myself to breathe.
To be continued
Trina purchased a bright yellow full length sun dress with spaghetti straps, beige hat, yellow scarf and sandals. The instructions kept coming during the week. I am to wear khakis. We are to leave our car Sunday at 1 pm in a certain parking lot, and I needed to book two rooms at the dump of a motel where the initiation weekend was held.
The next instruction was to buy a Boots and Barkley 10’ dog collar and leash which I did at Target. I am to bring the leash with us. He’s gonna have on jeans, high tops and an NBA jersey tank top, like always. The he texted that he has found used full-body shackles online and purchased them for the auction of Trina in the motel that will follow the Juneteenth celebration. Bidding will start at $0.50.
The last instruction came this morning. I was to buy a FOR RENT sign to carry around. I got one 10” X 14.” I think we are ready. Nearly time to get in the car and get going. Trina is nervous, but in a good way. I can tell it is a nervous anticipation of the humiliation coming and the big, black cocks that she will get at the end of the day.
I give all credit and praise to our Bull Master for planning this to be so powerfully symbolic. My beautiful white suburban wife, director level manager of a 60+ person department—about the same as mid-sized plantation-- will be dressed as southern belle, knowing she is a fraud and naked beneath the yellow dress, and led on a leash and collar by surely a black descendent of slaves who would have worked her fields. Led in a public celebration of the freedom of African slaves, surrounded by crowds of black bodies and faces, many of them descendants of slaves.
Led around by a leash to be auctioned off at the end of the day as the plantation mistress. I can see our Master now ripping the dress off and shackling Trina at the start of the auction. Yes, she craves the big, black cocks she will get at the end, but she will also have a wet slit throughout as she is clearly aroused by being owned. My cock is uncomfortable in his pink cage, as I am aroused as well.
With one hour to go Master is getting us so excited for Juneteenth that I can’t see straight. I am fully prepared to be totally and completely Black owned tomorrow. It’ll be degrading as hell, but I will go along with no limits. Trina knows about the collar, and if she’s game, I’m game. I just need to keep telling myself to breathe.
To be continued
2 年 前
