“How do you like it, huh, white boy, how do you like it, slave? How do you think my ancestors liked it, picking your cotton, feeling your whips, takin’ your rapin’ white d***s? You think any of it was pleasant? You think any of it was fun? Well I think I owe you a little payback, white boy, from my asshole father’s race to yours. And I don’t think just a simple whippin’ is going to do it. Still, there’s no reason for us to get ahead of ourselves. You still haven’t told me how much you like it.”
Slave managed to open his eyes between blows, although each successive smack sent him wincing back into himself. In the mirror Mistress loomed over him, her gorgeous breasts dancing as she wielded her strap, and despite the bit gagging him she clearly expected a reply.
Slave tried to form the wor
