Virtual Reality
It is like a dream come true. I appear to be the household slave of a dominant black family. I am kneeling in the corner of their living room, shackled and in chains, whilst they are enjoying a family celebration and party. The master of the house, a very tall and muscular black man who seems to go by the name of master Winston, is lying indolently on the living room sofa, surrounded by his wife and his two beautiful daughters who are all relaxing in separate, leather armchairs. My master’s wife, who goes by the name of Cherise (mistress Cherise to me), is an attractive black woman in her early forties. She is thin and svelte, with long, dark hair fetchingly tied back in a ponytail. She is wearing a black blouse with a red trim, and plain black leggings. On her shapely, black feet and ankles I can see that she is wearing a pair of plain, black, low-heeled pumps. I can also observe, from my kneeling position in the corner of the room with my back to the living-room w