New Selma Society Catalog: February 2018 - Black History Month Edition!
This month I figured Iâd give the spotlight to some black girls, as they havenât had many stories lately. I went with an interesting format here where my slave Prize would tell me her sexual fantasies and Iâd have 5 minutes to turn them into short stories while she played with herself.
Name: Donna (My IRL Slave) Edit: Pics Removed.
Method of Acquisition: Volunteer Slave
Donna Jefferson was the co-founder of Jefferson & Whiteman, the most respected law firm in Miami. A tall, fit black woman of 28, she had graduated top of her class at Yale Law, and worked for three years as a pro-bono immigration lawyer before moving to a far more lucrative job in Corporate Law. Â Her firm partner was Jake Whiteman, and there were often rumors around the office that the two of them were secretly together. Â This wasnât the case though; Donna always kept things professional at work, and Jake got more than enough pussy from his young Latina secretary.
It was a normal evening as Donna drove home from work. Â She had a fancy apartment in the city, but she hadnât lived there in years. Â Instead she drove out of town, while taking a late-night conference call on a recent corporate merger deal.
âTell Kim to get her shit done or sheâs fired, you head me!?! Â I know you think sheâs hot, but Iâm not gonna spend my hard-earned money on your T&A!â
âSure Donna, I get youâ replied Jake as he hung up.
Donna rolled her eyes and her focus returned to the road as she approached the trailer park. Â She parked her Mercedes in front of #215 and approached the door. Â She drew in her breath and knocked.
Donne quickly stepped inside and began to strip off her business attire. Â Her power-suite was intimidating, and her bra and panties were modest. Â Beneath them was a body that belonged on a Playboy cover. Â Her DD tits were firm and bouncy, thanks to her long gym sessions, and her perfect ass was a gift from her mom.
When sheâd finished undressing, Donna walked into the living room and knelt before her master. Â Bob was a white truck driver in his earlier thirties. Â His arms rippled with muscles and were adorned with countless tattoos. Â Heâd never been to college, or even graduated High School! Â In a good year, he earned maybe 1/50th that of Donna, although since becoming his slave heâd been collecting income on her behalf.
Donna struggled to take her eyes off his muscled body. Â âHow can I please you tonight master?â
âDance for me slave. Â Show me the value of those stripping classes I made you take.â
Donna grinned, thrilled to be able to show herself off for her master. Â Her dance started slow, then slowly grew in speed as she knelt in his lap and brushed his growing erection with every part of her body. Â Finally, he told her to get on her knees and open her mouth. Â Spurts of white sticky cum covered her face and lips, some missing completely and falling to the floor. Â
âClean it up, slave!â
Donna eagerly knelt and began to lick up her masterâs seed. Â She didnât want to waste any of it! Â Technically she had a proposal to write for the next day, but her master hadnât eaten yet, so she spent the next hour preparing his favorite meal for him (Crispy fish Po-Boys). Â Then, as he ate, she enjoyed her own favorite meal, while on her knees before him. Â When heâd finished eating he began shoving her further down on his cock causing her to gag on his fat cock, before once again emptying his seed inside her mouth.
Tired, he led her back to bed where he fucked her pussy to a shattering orgasm before going to sleep. As she felt his breath on her back, Donna considered getting up to finish her work, but decided against it. Â Sheâd make one of the interns do it tomorrow, and her masterâs embrace was so comfy! Â Donna smiled as she drifted off to sleep in her masterâs arms.
Name: Destiny (Shantel) â User Submitted Pics
Method of Acquisition: Volunteer Slave
Destiny was a black ho, and she loved it! Â From an early age she would walk the streets selling her ass to rich white clients. It wasnât the money that made her do this, as her family was rich (her mom taught African American History at Harvard). Â It wasnât drugs either; Destiny was clean. Â Instead it was the attention. Â Destiny (her real name was Shantel, but that wasnât slutty enough for her) loved to feel wanted. Â Every time one of her old white clients looked down at her with that hunger, her panties grew wet and she wanted nothing less than to fuck their brains out.
One evening Destiny was walking through downtown when she came across a wealthy-looking white man in a business suite. Â He looked to be about 40, and he stared at her with such intense desire that Destiny knew sheâd be fucking him, payment or no!
Destiny leaned over, revealing as much cleavage as she could, and gave him her sluttiest grin. Â â25 bucks per fuck suhâ, but for you Iâll drop it to 15!â
The man just shook his head slowly, continuing to stare at her. Â Destiny held his gaze for as long as she could before looking down and blushing. Â She took his hand and walked him into a nearby alley. Â It really wasnât much privacy, as pedestrians walking by could easily see them. However, Destiny preferred it that way. She wanted to be seen! Â She knelt down and removed her hat while keeping her coat on (it was cold out!) and began to suck.
Someone walking down the street shouted congratulations at her client, but he never took his eyes off her. Finally, after sucking his cock for a few minutes she looked up at him. Â âIâm all wet sir. Â Can you please stick it in my pussy now?â
The man nodded. Â âOf course, girl. Â But we need to do something else first.â
He took a New Selma Society slave collar out of his jacket and locked it around her neck. Â Then he grabbed her and shoved her against the wall, ravaging her gushing pussy. Â Destiny didnât understand yet that sheâd just willingly given herself to a society of slave owners, to be used and abused for the rest of her days. Â But soon she would, and sheâd consider it the luckiest thing that ever happened to her!
Method of Acquisition: Plantation Slave
Most of the old Southern Plantations were shut down when the Army of Northern Aggression marched through in 1865, but a few strongholds of slavery were still, secretly, maintained in parts of Alabama and Mississippi. Â On these estates, life continued as it had for hundreds of years, with white gentlemen and ladies living in the âBig Houseâ, while field slaves toiled year-round in the Alabama heat. Â Daisy grew up on a Plantation like this, in the Slave Shack with her parents, sisters, and cousins, never knowing that Slavery had been abolished hundreds of years ago.
One day, Young Master Jeffrey Carrucan spotted Daisy churning butter and ordered her to come to his room. While Jeffrey was married, with a child on the way, it is commonly accepted that white masters have free use of their colored slaves for simple relief. Â Day after day, Master Jeffrey would go to the slave cabins and fuck Daisy in front of all the other girls. Â Most were jealous of her and werenât afraid to show it. Â Master Jeffrey didnât mind; a bit of healthy competition among the slaves kept things nice and orderly. Â Every now and then heâd fuck another slave girl in front of Daisy just to keep her in line and show her who was in charge. Â Still, heâd always return eventually to his favorite fuckslave.
Life on the Carrucan Plantation continued like this for several years, and all was well. Unfortunately, Master Jeffrey had a heart condition. Â One evening, while fucking Daisy in a secluded clearing, he had a heart attack and died. Â His white wife had just given birth to a daughter, who could not inherit the plantation, so instead all his assets (his wife and daughter among them) are being auctioned off by the Society.
As the most valuable slave of the lot, Daisy is the perfect addition to any harem!
Method of Acquisition: Brainwashing
Jezebel was a normal schoolgirl about to graduate from Sudyvent School in downtown Manhattan. It was the most prestigious school in New York, and only a tiny fraction of the applicant got in. Â The graduates went on to the most prestigious schools in the country, and many had already acquired jobs or patents before they left!
Jezebel was hoping to go into Art History and was looking forward to graduation. Â Part of this was because it would get Clive Barker off her back. The dweeby little nerd was always following her and trying to look up her skirt and check out her tits. Â Once she even caught him sneaking a micro-camera up her skirt! Â She complained to the principal and Clive got suspended for a month, and after that he kept his distance.
It wasnât that Jazebel didnât enjoy white boys, sheâd been fucking the white football captain for ages, and had even sucked her cute History Teacherâs cock once.  It was just that something about Clive didnât feel rightâŚ
One day after class Jezebel walked into one of the classrooms and suddenly felt a sharp pain in her forehead. Â Looking up she saw a strange rod strapped to one side of the door. Â They almost looked like a prop from a tacky 60s sci-fi show. It was then that Clive walked out of the shadows.
âVery good Jezebel, very good. Â Youâve walked right into my trap!â
Jezebel rolled her eyes at the super-villain line and turned to walk out.
She halted. Â A part of her brain was stunned and told her to keep moving, but somehow her legs wouldnât respond to it! Â In a moment of panic, she worried that she was having a stroke!
âTurn around,â ordered Clive âand walk forward.â
Without her control, Jezebel started to move forward, almost like she was in someone elseâs body. Â She stopped in front of Clive.
âWhat the fuck is this Clive!  What have you done toâŚâ
âQuiet.â  Jezebelâs mouth clamped shut.  âNow letâs see here⌠ Take off your shirt and bra, and then put your arms behind your back.  Also, start to juice up for me.â
Clive grinned at her as she helplessly removed her clothing, revealing her massive black tits. Jezebel was a smart girl, she knew what was coming and was prepared to face it. Â She just wished her pussy didnât feel so good! Â It was already gushing when Clive put his finger in it.
âVery nice! Â I wasnât sure if that would work. Â Now girl, you know whatâs about to happen, and you probably hate me for it. Â But before I do it, thereâs one last thing Iâd like to try. Â From now on, you will be my willing slave girl. Â You will love me and desire me every second of every day. Â You will live to serve my cock, you will agree with every command I give you, and you will enjoy every ounce of punishment I see fit to bestow upon you. Â Do you understand?â
âYes sirâ Jezebel said, âI understand and am excited and thrilled for my new life!â
And, to her surprise, she was!
It is actually Black History Month, and if anyone out there is in need of a âpalette cleanserâ after this, Iâve got some movies to recommend:
Selma is a terrific story about Martin Luther King Jr, and does a great job shining a light on the real tactics required for a movement like his to succeed. Hidden Figures is both a great NASA movie and an interesting exploration of race. Finally, I canât recommend Get Out enough! Thereâs a reason it might win Best Picture! Itâs especially good if youâre âsuper not-racistâ white person as it really lays out how racism goes beyond just angry rednecks (and kinky sex blogs).
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