White owner

Ms Michelle Whitebread was still a beautiful blonde woman with a magnificent body at the age of 39. She was tall and strong, once a rich spoiled lady and now a widower for many years she run her plantation with an iron hand but was still very sophisticated and feminine.

Her six daughters were all quite attractive. The oldest, Jennifer, was 22 and her mother's right hand. She was very athletic with small breast and auburn hair.

Then came Mary, 19 years old who was the book worm of the family. She was very thin but had huge breasts.

Isabella at 17 was a very tall and flexible girl. She was brunette and already a decided feminist.

Unlike most ladies of the time they were all very athletic and strong because Michelle believed a woman must be strong in body and mind to be independent and made them excersize regularly on a daily basis.

The seven more rebellious blacks were brought from the fields by the overseers and were put in chains inside a large barn. Their hands high in the air and their feet wide apart. They expected to receive lashed from the overseers but once they were all securely immobilized, the men left. The were left there three hours naked and chained in the growing heat. It was 2 in the afternoon and they were all completely covered in sweat when the heard a door opening in the wall on their backs.

Introducing her last and youngest daughter to the discipline session brought Michelle back to that time 12 years ago when his husband died. After that productivity in the plantation began falling and soon they were in serious financial troubles. Michelle **** turn to her nanny, an african **** herself who had rised her and loved her as if she were her own child. Alamnta was her name, and with her deep understanding of the african ways she explained Michelle what the problem was. Michelle was told that night that a man, specially an african man would never respect the authority of a woman. Since she was the head of the plantation the workers were more **** to work day after day. The handlers, african slaves promoted over their peers, shared the same lack of respec for her. Alamnta advised her to re/mary as soon as posible.

Michelle was deeply troubled by this news and over the next days realized the wise old lady was right. In the light of her new knowledge, the relaxation of discipline and even certain barely noticeable petty acts of rebelion became evident.

Her years of mourning was through and she decided she was going to try to get a new husband, and began attending balls and other social events looking for possible prospects. She was still a young woman at 27 and indeed a very beatiful one but soon realized all men available were cold hearted bastards who were after her money or disgusting creeps that only wanted to bed her.

After months of useless attemps at finding an acceptable candidate, she decided she was not going to sell herself as piece of meat just to get a man by her side. Desparate she went back to Alamnta for advise. The old black woman pained by her beloved lady's anguish ofered her the last **** way out. That night she told her an old african folk tale that was used to scare boys from turning into abusive husbands. It was the story of a dangerous female ghost. She was called Daleesha whch meant "white gelder" and was believed to attack men who were abusive towards women. She was told to **** and castrate her victims to devour his testicles and even being a mithic figure it still raised a primaval fear in the heart of men. Michelle was shocked but also fascinated by the implications of what Alamnta was impling.

She told her -"But I can't go around castrating men, I mean they are mine so I could do it but most would die by the infections and it would be my ruin."

Alamnta though for a moment and answered - "Perhaps you do not need to castrate them, at least not more than one or two. I believed severe genital punishment will serve the propose and work even better. But you must never show a hint of fear or doubt or they will go back to see you as a spoiled weak white girl."

Three days after that I began what I will eventually call "the discipline sessions". The first was a one on one thing. She had one of the more rebelious men brought and chained forming an X with his arms and legs in this same barn. Two other slaves were brought to witness the action and spread it to the other slaves. The man was big and muscular like most slaves and his genitals were inhuman in size.

He could not see her behind him. She remove all of her clothes in silence. This was specially difficult for her even when she knew she was beatifull because she had only showed her nakedness to one man before and it was her husband. She hesitated for a second but lnew that there was no other way so she took a deep breath and walked towards the man showing a confidence she did not felt. Her tall body was truly magnificent, her face a classic beauty framed curly blond hair, her stomach flat even after so many children. Her breasts were large but firm in place with nipples and pink as her shaved labia and clit. Her long legs shapped by years of horse riding were a model of female perfection and ended in a womanly butt with rounded and well shapped glutes. Her small feet were soft and perfectly proportioned.

The poor brute was paralized by the vision of this white goddess who came at him. He had never seen a white woman naked before and this was a very beatifull one.

Michelle saw fear and fascination in his eyes. Then when she gaze down she saw his huge member fully erect and pointing to her face. When she locked eyes with him again she realized lust was quickly replacing fear and knew she had to act fast orthe effect would be lost. Growing up with several brothers she new what she had to do quite well. With only a quick gaze she located the loose swinging sac hanging below his erection and before he realized what was about to happen, her small white foot was well buried in his black scrotum. Over the next hours she explored dozens of was of hurting his fat balls. She made him endured hour after hour of kicks, knees, punches, elbows, squeezes and even bites. After two hours of hell he even manage to put together a few words of his basic english to beg her to kill him, but she needed to set an example for the other slaves and simple **** was already too common in the plantations. Just a few minutes before dusk he passed out for the fifth time and she decided it was enough preparation.

It was finally time for the grand finale. Michele's feet were sored by the kicking despite the significant cushioning provided by his meaty balls so she could only imagine what the pain must be like on his end.