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Authors name: Lworde (Lworde@aol.com)
Story title : First Time In The South - 2
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First Time In The South - 2 (Mdom/F+, intr, slave)
By Lworde (Lworde@aol.com)
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Feedback welcome. Readers are invited to read Part 1
before continuing.
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Soon after the 'slave inspection' I returned to my
chamber - George had very sensibly suggested that I
should take some rest after my journey. He told me that
he'd have me woken in time for dinner. Though tired I
had difficulty resting immediately: the afternoon's
adventure replayed in my mind and I confess I was
obliged to bring myself to relief before sleep could be
thought of.
I awoke to a soft female voice gently urging 'Massa,
Massa, please wake up suh... is you awake?' I looked up
at the girl standing at the foot of my bed.
Outfitted in a blue maid's dress she was another young
beauty, lighter skinned than Naomi with a rounded yet
slender form. She curtsied and said 'Pardon suh but
Massa George tol' me to tell you that dinner will be
served in half an hour, suh.' I thanked her,
remembering too late George's injunction not to show
any courtesy to the servants.
She stood motionless and smiled nervously, embarrassed
that she had been spoken to with a degree of respect.
She was apparently awaiting instructions from me so I
said 'You may go now.' But she replied 'Don' you want
me to help you dress, Massa?'
The evidence of what had occurred before I had slept
was still upon me and I declined her offer and
dismissed her. She said 'My name is Sally and ah'll
come back and show you down to the dining room if it
pleases you, suh.' I told her that would suit me well,
she dipped a curtsey and was gone.
It seemed to me that my uncle and his family must have
some of the finest-looking housemaids in Kentucky. I
had seen three so far (I had no idea how many they
owned) and each one of them was an outstanding beauty!
My manhood was fully erect yet again and I feared that
dinner would prove to be another ordeal for me -
unaccustomed as I was to being attended at table by
beautiful, obsequious slave girls who had no purpose,
it seemed, other than to serve and please the white
occupants of the house.
I was still musing upon this as I finished dressing
when Sally returned. She escorted me down to the dining
room. She had changed her dress from the blue uniform
she'd worn when she had awoken me and was now clothed
in a tight black dress that buttoned at the back and
with a white lace apron. I entered the splendid room
and George rose to greet me.
I noticed too that Phoebe and Naomi were already
standing either side of the fireplace and they curtsied
upon my entrance. The table was immaculately set with
white linen, fine silver and china and the crystal
glasses sparkled in the soft glow of the candles. An
abundant spray of flowers in a tall crystal vase
enlivened the centrepiece and the splendour of the
table did full justice to the grandeur of the
surrounding room. Sally stepped over to the chair
opposite George's place and pulled it from the table
for me. I sat down without acknowledging her -
conscious that George would disapprove if I did.
Phoebe and Naomi were soon busy serving delicious
southern dishes while Sally poured wine. Each of the
girls had on a tight fitting, plain, black uniform
dress with small, pretty white lace bonnet and apron.
The dresses were cut low at the neck and the bodice had
been well designed to show off their petite figures.
The girl's young bosoms thrust upward in a most
agreeable fashion producing deep cleavage between the
breasts. Their arms were bare to the shoulders and the
dark skin of each girl sparkled with a pleasing sheen
in the warm sepia glow of the lamplight and table
candles.
They worked efficiently and quietly having been well
trained to perform these duties. In my earlier
encounters with the servants they had seemed to take
every opportunity to say 'Yes, Masta,' when given
orders but now serving dinner they went about their
tasks in silence.
The meal was splendid, though George managed to find
fault with the potatoes and told Phoebe to warn the
cook, Rosa, to be careful not to spoil them next time
or he would 'Come down to the kitchen and roast her
bottom with a wooden spoon!'
After our repast we moved to the drawing room, Phoebe
and Sally were instructed to accompany us to serve wine
and cigars, Naomi having been told to light fires in
our bed chambers and then clear away and wash up. I
wasn't used to smoking cigars but I did not want to
seem unsophisticated so I kept up with George. Our
conversation began to loosen from the formality we had
observed at dinner into what you would expect with too
young men who were close friends.
The maids at table had been so quiet and unobtrusive
that I could have imagined that plates changed and
glasses refilled by magic but their presence had
inhibited me from discussing the subject of slavery
with George. Now seated comfortably at leisure and
relaxed with the effects of tobacco and wine I allowed
myself to admire the beautiful dark bodies of the two
slaves as they moved quietly around the room and bent
to serve us. They interspersed their performance with
frequent curtseys and now released from waiting at
table resumed their softly spoken 'Yes, Masta.'s when
receiving orders.
Endeavoring to make my enquiry appear general I asked
George about the domestic arrangements required to
maintain such a large house. I'm glad to say that he,
however, saw through my question and realised that my
real interest was in learning more of the business of
keeping female house slaves. He answered my questions
accordingly and I did not distract him from his efforts
to enlighten me upon the common practices employed by
owners to manage their 'wenches.'
He told me they had six house slaves, all female aged
sixteen to twenty except the cook aged about twenty-
five. He explained that all of the slaves belonged to
my uncle and aunt except Naomi whom as I already knew
belonged to him. All of the girls had been purchased at
auction or from neighbouring planters except Sally who
had been brought in from their own fields three years
previously.
The wine flowed freely and my host embarked upon his
lecture with much enthusiasm. He had been raised the
proud son of a wealthy southern planter, he enjoyed all
the advantages that the position brought him and made
no apology for it, he was of course aware of the
abolitionist movement in the North but was dismissive
of its significance.
George believed that the system of slavery in the South
reflected God's will and the natural order of things.
'In the South we care for our nigras,' he said. 'we
provide for them and guide them in productive
activity.' He pronounced 'Left to their own devices
they would revert to the ways of the jungle.'
He continued 'Of course, we must manage them carefully
and they must know their place. Take our house girls,
if we allowed any one of them to slacken, to become
slovenly or disrespectful then disorder would spread
like wildfire amongst them all. They need continuous
management: close supervision and firm discipline is
essential to retain proper harmony in the house.' I
asked George if he could give me an example of what he
meant.
'Well now, only last week Sally was whipped for
carelessness, she spilled coffee at table, now you may
say but anyone can make a mistake and that's true.' He
paused and sipped his wine. 'However, if we let such
faults go we would soon find that all the niggers would
become clumsy and careless - such is their nature.'
The girls seemed to take no notice of our talk, even
when George spoke of them by name. When not serving
they stood stiffly by the fireplace, hands behind their
backs and lowered eyes awaiting orders. I looked at
Sally and felt sympathy for her, to think that she had
been beaten for such a trifling fault. Furthermore, was
it in any case right that she had to serve at all? I
thought not but of course kept my thoughts to myself.
In my young life I had never given serious thought to
the slavery question and now confronted with it at
first hand it appalled my intellect and morals.
However, I'm ashamed to admit it fascinated me. Here in
the South I was anxious to appear neutral upon the
subject. In any case, nothing I could have said would
have altered George's opinions but would certainly have
brought an end to our friendship. He sincerely believed
that slavery improved the condition of the blacks
whilst I saw only degradation and debasement in their
bondage!
I remarked how well presented, well behaved, courteous
and diligent the girls appeared to be. George smiled
and said 'They know well enough how to carry themselves
but sometimes have to be brought to heel!' He then
proceeded to tell me how it was common for slave owners
to put their slaves to obedience tests.
Curious I asked him to explain. 'Allow me to
demonstrate,' he said and then turning to the girls he
bellowed 'Sally! Take off your dress.'
The girl complied, her nimble fingers soon undid the
buttons on the back of her uniform and she quickly
stepped out of it to reveal her trim and sinewy figure.
George continued 'Now pour more wine for us.' Sally
dipped as was customary, though her unclothed curtsey
was strange to see. She came to the table and began to
serve as ordered. I looked at George and said 'I have
already seen how a girl will strip on your command.'
He looked at me and with a sly arrogant grin said 'Ah
James, please, I'm not finished!' He said to Sally (who
had now completed her task) naked but for her shoes and
cap. 'Now, face the East window. Phoebe, come and stand
before her.'
Phoebe stepped over, both girls facing each other and
positioned side on to us. I was afforded a good view of
their profiles and able to fully admire their excellent
figures!
George ordered 'Phoebe, put your hands on Sally's
titties.'
Phoebe mumbled 'Yes Masta,' and reached for the other
girl's firm and naked breasts.
George continued, 'Now rub them well and pay attention
to those little black cherries, I want to see if you
can make 'em grow big. Ha ha!' Phoebe uttered 'Yes
Masta.' and proceeded to knead Sally's dark-gold
globes.
I was astonished!
As I have already explained, dear reader, I was naught
but a na‹ve and innocent young Northern boy, protected
from most of the harsher realities of life and
completely inexperienced in the ways of romance,
rutting or indeed unnatural practices! In one day I had
witnessed a slave girl forced to submit to a stripping
and mock auction by her master who 'assessed' her in
much the same way one would judge a horse. And now,
here was a girl made to submit to having her naked
charms being fondled by another woman! Yet again I was
in considerable turmoil - part of me was repelled by
what was taking place but the greater part was moved to
indecent thoughts and desires.
I confess that I was very much excited by this scene
and lustful feelings coursed my veins. George clearly
revelled in his authority and power over these girls,
watching closely he commented on the scene. 'See how
those nipples are standing proud, I'll wager that
though deprived of clothing Sally suffers not the chill
of the evening but that she is enjoying Phoebe's
attentions!'
The girls wore blank expressions and I could read no
emotion upon their faces though their bodies spoke of
awkwardness and discomfiture. Were they really mere
automatons, conditioned only to obey orders and with no
free thought of their own? I thought not, I believed
they were deeply humiliated but tried to retain a
vestige of dignity by their seeming insouciance.
George was not yet finished. 'Now Phoebe, I want you to
lick and suck those cherries and spend plenty of time
on each, I'll tell you when to change.' The girl bent
forward and lowered her full lips onto Sally's left
breast. George continued 'Now place your arms around
Sally's waist.' Sally raised her eyes to the ceiling
but otherwise endured the humiliating act with
fortitude. After some time George ordered Phoebe to
move to the girl's other breast. She relinquished the
hardened left nipple with a sucking sound and it
glistened in the lamplight.
After a few more moments George made Phoebe kiss Sally
on the mouth. Sally, was told to place her arms around
Phoebe too. 'Mind you don't stop until I tell you!' In
unison the girls said 'Yes Masta.' and did as bidden.
George sipped some wine and offered me a cigar. We
observed the girls mouths and breasts pressed together
for what seemed like a long time but in fact must only
have been a matter of seconds before he ordered,
'Enough! Sally, pick up your things and both of you may
go to your quarters.'
They immediately broke off their strange embrace. Sally
scrabbled for her dress and apron, affording us a
splendid aspect of her haunches as she bent, and then
they made the usual courtesies and turned to leave the
room. The naked maid's magnificent back, buttocks and
legs presented a delightful sight as she flitted from
us, clutching her crumpled uniform eager to make her
escape. As they exited George barked. 'Send Naomi up!'
at the closing door.
'Well James, I think you'll agree that the girls were
obedient and performed their duties satisfactorily!'
George said, laughing. Words could not have conveyed my
thoughts and feelings on what we had just witnessed and
I was literally speechless.
George explained 'Now then, they were made to do
something that they no doubt thought pointless and
distasteful yet the fact that they complied serves to
reinforce their status and condition upon them. They
knew that they must comply with my orders regardless of
the merit or indeed appropriateness of those orders.
Not for one moment did they dare rebel or even question
my demands. You see how well trained they are? Little
episodes such as that do them good - it was not merely
a pointless exercise performed for our amusement but a
further lesson in slavery to remind them their place.'
He leaned back in his large, winged chair and puffed
his cigar with pleasure. 'James,' he said 'It is late
and now I will send Naomi to your chamber, she will do
as you please. I don't expect her to be troublesome but
if she resists you in any way you must whip her. You'll
find a switch by the mantelpiece.' He looked me
intently in the eyes.
'We must maintain order here and I trust that any
Northern sentimentality that you may have concerning
slaves should not allow you to be too forgiving with
her if she plays up.' I managed to mumble something
about not really requiring a servant before retiring
but he gave me another of his sly but charming smiles
and said 'We shall see!' Just at that moment the door
opened and Naomi appeared and what a sight she was.
My manhood had been more or less at attention for the
past half hour (and on several other occasions through
the evening) and here was this ravishing beauty about
to be made fully available to me. Her skin was a shade
darker than that of the other two girls and I had
already seen the splendid physique beneath her tight-
fitting costume. I also knew that she was possessed of
a submissive, docile nature and she stood demurely at
the door looking every inch a slave girl awaiting late
evening orders from her master!
George turned to her and said imperiously 'Go stoke the
fires in our rooms, mine first and then wait for Mister
Roberts in his chamber. You will serve as his maid for
as long as he needs you. He is to be your master
tonight, do you understand?' The girl dipped and
answered 'Yes suh, goodnight Masta, suh.' then slipped
from the room.
George rose and replenished both our glasses with wine
saying, 'Come James, time for one more drink before
retiring and it's best to keep the wench waiting. In
any case I must tell you how to lay on the whip should
it be necessary!'
Part 3 to follow
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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