This is a fantasy that I can't get out of my head, and that always makes me really horny and excited: I would love to be slave on a cotton plantation, somewhere in the Deep South. I guess this fantasy would take place in the near future, in a world in which one or more of the former Confederate States had become independent of the United States and made negro slavery legal again.

Cotton can be harvested mechanically, I know, but hand-picked cotton is higher quality and commands a premium price, so I think a slave-worked cotton farm would be economically viable.

The farm will have 30 or so slaves, and only two or three white Masters. The Masters will be bachelors - with nigger slave-girls to eager to serve their every need and fulfill all their desires, why would they need wives? Of course, our sweat and toil will have made them rich enough to have no trouble getting white girlfriends if they want. They will live in a big, luxurious house along with a few house-slaves. The rest of us niggers will be field-slaves. The slaves will be rotated whenever the Masters feel like it, the house-slaves going back to working as field slaves and field-slaves being the chance to prove their worth as house-slaves.

All of the slaves on the plantation will be female, slim and pretty, and aged between 13 and 39. They will all have originally been free women, kidnapped by slavers from other countries (I am from England). The Masters like owning nigger bitches who were once free women living comfortable lives, watching them sweat in fields and hearing them praise their white masters. They particularly like to own niggers who were left-wingers and most especially feminists and pro-nigger activists! However, once a slave reaches the age of 40, they will be freed! So you see, the Masters are not complete bastards! The ex-slaves can then return home and perhaps complain to the police in their own country, but by then the kidnapping will have happened a long time ago and there is no chance of anyone being brought to justice. And of course, the Masters aren't breaking any laws because buying and owning negro slaves is perfectly legal in the state they live in.

The slaves will all wear special steel and plastic collars, with their name on. When the Masters buy a new slave she will just be given a number. The number is the slave's new name and the other slaves will be forbidden from calling her by any other name. After a few weeks, when the Masters have got to know the new slave, they will decide on a proper name for her - something cute, like "monkey" or "cunt"! The collar contains a tracking device, a webcam and a powerful microphone. At any time, the Masters can use their smartphones to see where any individual slave is, what she is seeing, and what she can hear. The microphone is able to pick up even whispers, so we all know that if we ever bad-mouth the Masters, they might hear us! The collars also have speakers, so the Masters can talk to us by speaking into their phones.

After purchase, slaves will have all the hair on their head shaved off, have all their body-hair permanently removed, have their noses pierced and a large nose-ring inserted, and get branded with hot irons on their backsides. They will be injected with small devices that sit under their skin and release various hormones. Because of these devices, they will never have periods or get pregnant, and they will always be extremely horny, like bitches in heat. In fact, that's exactly what they will be every day from now on - nigger bitches in heat! Finally, steel chastity belts will be locked on them, so even though they will be desperately horny 24/7, they will have no chance of having an orgasm unless one of the Masters wants to fuck them! As you can imagine, whenever a field-slave sees a Master, she will try and persuade him to make him a house-slave so she will have a chance of relief from her never-ending horniness! Most field-slaves just act in a seductive and flirty way whenever a Master is around, but some basically throw themselves at the Master, trying to get him to kiss her or feel her breasts, and some are so desperate they can only crawl and beg and grovel! Nothing works, though - there are so many field-slaves competing for the Masters' attention and they have a disadvantage compared with the house-slaves - the house slaves are allowed to take baths and showers, grow their hair and remove their nose-rings, while the field slaves are dirty, sweaty and smelly, they have their heads shaved once a week (at which time they are also hosed down), and with their pig-like nose-rings too they might be pretty but they are not so glamorous!

As well as ensuring that us nigger bitches can't play with ourselves (we want to SO much!), the chastity belts have another purpose. They can deliver electric shocks to our pussies, mild, moderate, or severe, controlled by the Masters' smartphones! So this is a quick and easy way for a Master to punish us. And remember, the Masters can see and hear us even when they are not present, because of our special collars! There is also a feature that makes the chastity belts deliver mild electric shocks at random intervals over a period of time, so, for example, a Master could set my belt to deliver 25 mild shocks to my pussy over a period of 4 hours - but at random times so each shock will come as a complete surprise. Maybe on a hot, sunny day, the Masters will walk around the cotton-fields followed by a house-slave with a container of cold beers, watching us dusty, dark-skinned bitches hard at work - their property, earning them money while we get nothing! - admiring our curves and the contrast of shiny steel and white-toothed smiles against our brown skin (a smart nigger is a smiley nigger, always showing how happy she is to be the property of superior white men!). And then they'll set our chastity belts to shock each one of us fifteen times in the next hour! We'll make a pleasant sight, squealing and jumping, one nigger after another! We won't slack off, though, just because our pussies are getting sorer and sorer! We is good, hard-working nigger bitches!