Sam was a rich girl, and she acted like most rich girls do; without thinking of the consequences. Blonde hair, a skinny body and money can only get you so far, and her luck just ran out.
Staying at a hotel with the rest of her cheerleading team, Sam had enjoyed her time in her country’s capital. She and her friends only had to go compete for a day and then they had the week to themselves to shop, fuck and of course, talk shit.
There was a robotics convention going on in town, and Sam had thoroughly enjoyed embarrassing the nerds that were also staying in the hotel. Giggling at them whenever they passed them was the worst for the nerds because they never really knew what they were laughing at, but when the girls gave them false hope when they faked interest in their ‘robots’ was what really ruined the trip for them.
“Fucking hell” one of the guys mumbled as he stormed out of the lobby. “You bitches are just like the girls back at home”.
“On planet weirdo?” she laughed at her terrible joke.
The guys escaped in the elevators, their heads held low. Sam’s laughter filled the lobby as the other guests were silenced. She let her friends go ahead when she noticed she had lost her key card. It wasn’t even that big of a problem, she didn’t even have to pay to replace it, she just needed to flirt a bit.
“That was a really mean thing you did to those boys” Sam heard from behind her.
She turned around to look at a fairly heavy black woman. She scoffed at her, she doesn’t really like talking to fat people, even to insult them.
“You’ll do anything to get your fix of embarrassment, huh?” the lady spoke up again.
Sam turned around after grabbing the new key card, barely looking her in the eye as she pushed past her. “Certain people just have it coming” she mumbled as she walked to the elevator.
As she entered the tiny room and pushed the button for floor number 8, a hand barely makes it between the doors to stop the blonde.
“What kind of people?” the black lady said sounding more pissed than before. She walked into the elevator, waited for the doors to shut and hit all the buttons.
That really set Sam off as she turned to get a good look at her. The braids down to her ass, the accent, the size was exactly what she expected. “How about obese, sassy minorities that don’t know their place in the world.
“Oh no you didn’t!” the lady responded.
Sam was ready to stereotype the shit out of that line when she felt faint. She didn’t even have enough time to brace herself when she collapsed to the floor, blacking out completely.
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Sam’s eyes opened to a hotel room. It wasn’t hers, obviously. Her’s was a lot nicer, but she did recognize the now half-naked woman that followed her. She was about to scream this hotel to the ground when the woman walked up and slapped her.
“You’ll fucking address me as mistress from now on, slave!” She said never breaking eye contact.
Sam had to break it herself though as a wave of shame and embarrassment overcame her.
“I”m so sorry mistress!” she pleaded staring at the ground.
Sam was terrified but she had no idea why. She couldn’t stand the fact the woman she had only known for an hour was even slightly angry at her, and she had no idea why. Sam never felt vulnerable, even as a kid, but that had completely changed.
“You rich girls and your fucking attitude, nobody should deal with that shit!”
“I’m so sorry mistress! I’ll never act out of line again” Sam felt compelled to say. Generally, that was a bullshit apology she would give to her teacher or mom, but now she knew she meant it, even though she didn’t like it.
The woman turned around and bent over on the bed. “Show me how fucking sorry you are!”
Sam didn’t even wait for her to finish as she kissed the ass of her new master. There were so many emotions flowing through her at this point but it didn’t matter how bad she felt, she had to make her master happy. There was a lot of ass to kiss but Sam felt obligated to pay attention to each inch, even though she wasn’t asked to. She got so ahead of herself that she pulled aside the panties that covered her crack as she went to french her butthole.
Her mistress turned around and smacked her, sending her to the corner of the room. “Did I say you could undress me, whore?”
“No you didn’t,” Sam agreed as she started to tear up. “I’m so sorry, I just wanted to please my mistress and…”
“And think on your own? Is that what a slave does?” She interrupted.
Sam was a mess. How could she do such a stupid thing? Her embarrassment and sadness had now hit record highs.
“No.. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking stupid” she scolded herself as she started hitting herself in the head to punish herself.
Her mistress grabbed her hair and lifted her to her feet. They were face to face now.
“I pick the punishments,” she said practically staring into Sam’s soul.
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Sam went home the next day with her head held low. None of her friends could believe her new change in attitude, it really didn’t click with their cheerleader group. Eventually, back at school, they dumped the spineless blonde from their group of friends and squad. Sam knew she deserved it though, and she wasn’t close to done.
As the weeks past Sam found herself offering money to the nerds she picked on all too often, to be their sex slave. Sometimes up to $1000, but she needed punishment. She would do whatever they asked. Strip, suck their cock, do their homework, there was nothing she wouldn’t do.
She felt like home was her only chance at peace from the humiliation. Well, that was until she found herself masturbating during her free time. She had the biggest craving for black ass since she got back and it was the only way to satisfy it.
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