Modern time colonisation roleplay in which an older white man claims a native girl for himself. I’ve had this fantasy for a while now. I’m looking for a rp but open to chat about this too. Kinks revolve around humiliation and raceplay. ——— He considered himself to be a lucky man. His business was going well, and especially after closing the last deal overseas, retirement was well on the horizon. He sighed in contentment and put down the documents he had been reviewing. His eyes fell on the three piece wall art hanging in front of him. It was a series of black and white photos of a girl’s bottom. She was bent over for the photos, presenting her ass to the camera. The first picture showed her ample arse with some welts across them. Second picture, amusingly, showed her struggle to accept her caning. The girl was seen with a leg up, trying to shield her already bruised bottom with her hand covering the other cheek. The last picture was a photo of the same welted ass but with the girl’s legs slightly spread, exposing her glistening cunt to the camera. ‘The colonial girl’ the wall art was called. It was a spectacular set of photos, if he said so himself. He had received so many compliments about it from his guests, some even offering to pay for a copy.

The door opened, breaking his thoughts. A petite medium tan skin girl entered bearing a tray with his coffee. The girl was naked except for a black leather collar around her neck. He accepted the coffee presented to him wordlessly. As he took his first sip, the girl gracefully came to a kneel at his feet. So very well trained already, he mused, so much different to the insolent young woman who was presented to him just a couple months ago. Then again leaving her hometown must have made her felt more helpless and dependent on him. She was smart enough to not want to lose his favour.

“Jack has asked again if he could have a copy of your ass to display in his home. I am rather tempted to sell him a copy,” he said, purposefully trying to get a raise of the girl in front of him. Sure enough there was fire in her eyes when their gaze met, but again, she was smart enough to not reply with anything.

He chuckled, “Don’t look at me like that, runt. Or Jack will have an original wall art for himself and not just a copy.”

Runt looked down upon hearing the veiled threat in her owner’s words. He probably was just teasing her but she could never know with him, better safe than sorry. She knew he could be wicked with his cane.

He stroked his pet’s hair and smiled when the girl leaned to his touch. For all her brattiness, he had always seen the real need and want to be dominated in her. A desperation to submit and be owned, even if she was too prideful to admit.