Head to the Bank

“So, is this all your Money? A couple hundred bucks! What did you spend the rest on your fucking stupid shoes!” You ask/yell condescendingly, Sarah fumbles in her response.

“I- That's all I have on me right now, but I have a lot more in my bank account,” Sarah explains sounding defeated and depressed.

“Alright then, let's go get it, come on Tuts,” After the words leave your mouth, in a moment of overconfidence you casually smack Sarah’s ass to usher her to start moving in the direction of the closest bank.

Sarah audibly gasps in shock and it takes you 30 full seconds to come to your senses and realize that you just assaulted a woman. Turning around you expect to be met with a punch in the jaw followed by a series of curse words. Instead, you just see Sarah following close behind you, in her eyes, you can tell she wanted to rip out your fucking throat but she just wasn’t able to. Still, it was enough to make you uncomfortable.

“Umm, why don’t you walk in front of me, Sarah” You ask concerned that she is going to stab you from behind. Sarah hides the furious expression on her face with a content one.

“Okay sir,” She quietly says, no longer with the same desire to please you that she started out with. Seeing her angry like this almost makes her even more attractive to you. More importantly, you just assaulted her in public and she did nothing. Already beginning to lean towards this being real, this almost completely sells it. If she’s willing to take that, what else can you **** her through?

You imagine that same look of complete hatred in her eyes while she has her plump lips wrapped around your cock. That same pouty expression as you plow her giant black ass, her arms and legs in shackles as you pull on a chain around her neck - wait no this isn’t right, you can’t go that far, you are NOT a racist! besides, this could still be a prank and you’ve just made it worse. Feeling a little guilty for your actions you attempt to start up a conversation and learn a little about the woman whom you possibly own.

“So, Sarah, you have a boyfriend?” You ask trying to sound casual, but fail miserably. Sarah just looks at you with irritation, as if she really just wants you to shut up. But for some reason, she decides to humor you.

“No Sir, I haven’t had a boyfriend for a few years now.”

You are honestly surprised by her response, Judging by her clothes she was clearly making a decent living. You had completely expected her to be living off of her boyfriend's salary but I guess you were wrong.

“So, how exactly does a young woman such as yourself earn a living all on your own?” you cautiously continue to press her with questions

“I have a high-paying office job, sir.” She responds curtly. _Okay, maybe that question had some bad connotations, _you think to yourself and decide to stop talking until you get to the bank.

The two of you wait in line for a long time before you finally get to talk to the aging white woman behind the desk. You fully expected this to be the moment when whatever act Sarah was performing all came crashing down, But you couldn’t be more wrong.

“What would you like to do with us today?” the lady says with a professional tone. You don’t really know what to say like you never thought you would get this far.

“Well I- Uhh,” You struggle with your response. You look over at Sarah, hoping she will say something, maybe finally reveal this was all a big joke.

“What are you looking at me for?” She asks annoyed “You don’t know how to make a cash withdrawal?” You continue to look at her for an uncomfortably long time while the confused bank teller just watches.

“Umm Sir we really need to move this along,” She asks attempting to hide minor annoyance. Sarah rolls her eyes and turns to the Bank teller.

“My M-Master would like to make a withdrawal.” She says stumbling at the word Master, as if the shame of saying it was too much to bear for a proud African American like herself. The moment the word left her mouth it was like the world stopped turning. Her Master, I’m Her Master! The thought of a black woman ever calling you master awakened some feelings deep inside of you. It doesn’t seem right, but it feels so good.

“Mr. Doe!” The bank teller shouts, no longer hiding her frustration with you. The sound of her yelling your name managed to snap you out of your little daydream.

“I’m sorry what?” You ask having not paid attention to anything that had been happening.

“Can you confirm that you wish to withdraw, ALL of the money from your Slaves, accounts!” She snarls, her eyes looking down on you like you were a filthy barbarian. You hardly even notice her repulsive tone, you’re too distracted by the fact that she considers Sarah, your ****. Holy shit, THIS IS REAL!

“MR DOE!” the Bank teller shouts after you drifted into fantasy land instead of answering the question. You think for a moment before finally answering her question.

“Uhh, Sure I guess.”

You and Sarah exit the bank with a wheelbarrow full of hundred-dollar bills. More specifically you exit the bank, while Sarah pushes the wheel barrel containing her entire life savings. After being **** to watch all of it be drained from her bank account until not a cent was left. Her heart sank as she saw her dreams and ambitions go up in flames before her eyes. In another life she would have built all of that money up for a happy retirement, instead, it all went into your pockets, along with her life as a free woman.

“I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT THIS IS HAPPENING TO ME” You exclaim practically jumping with glee as you exit the bank, no longer having any doubts in your mind about this being real. A few hours ago you had less than $10 to your name, but now things are finally looking up for you. Your mind is racing with possibilities if all you have to do is meet a black woman and all of her possessions are immediately yours, you could become one of the richest men in the world in just a week! You’d never have to work again, you could have endless amounts of ebony servants catering to your every whim, and if they‘re all as sexy as Sarah you might- NO! THAT’S TOO FAR, STOP IT!

But all that can wait until tomorrow, waiting for all of that money to get counted up took a long time, it was now mid-afternoon. Plus you should probably find somewhere to store all that money. A few days ago you would have had to settle for a bench or dumpster but now you have other plans. You turn back to Sarah and see her staring down at all of her money in the wheelbarrow, you were so caught up in the excitement that you hadn’t even noticed how this was affecting her. This is wrong, she earned all of this money, and I have no right to take it. Just as some semblance of a conscience kicks in, some dark **** inside you shuts that down immediately.

Nonsense! You have every right to take this money, it's your heritage! Besides, if she was really unhappy, why did she let you take the money to begin with? She could have stopped you but she didn’t. You have no reason to feel guilt, she let this happen.

“So Sarah,” You ask, brushing away any guilt you may have had. Sarah finally looks up at you

“What now sir?” She responds. 'Sir', that's what she’s been calling you this whole time, except once…

“Why don’t you lead me to my apartment?” You say with a devious grin on your face.

“Right this way sir” Sarah sighs, pushing the wheel barrel up to the sidewalk. As you follow you stare in awe at the feisty women in front of you. Sarah is putting all that exercise to good use pushing that wheelbarrow, you watch as her butt sways from side to side with each step. You feel bad for looking, despite being your property you haven’t quite gotten over societal rules regarding staring at a woman's ass. Not that it stops you from enjoying the view, if anything it makes it better. Like a special privilege only you possess.

Once again your thoughts drift back to the bank, ‘Master’ this thought process takes you right back to the gutter. You imagine fucking Sarah Doggystyle while she screams ‘Yes Master’ over and over again. Before your conscience can shut these perverted thoughts down you let your inner thoughts get the better of you.

“Hey, Sarah!” You blurt out, Sarah stops walking and turns to look at you.

“What?”

“From now on, Call me Master!”