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And that arousal has led to lots of totally awesome sex that I keep on repeating my promise to him and hoping that he can find new ways to expose, embarrass and humiliate me in public. I’ll continue my ‘sort of journal’ when some more ‘interesting’ things happen to me, and I find the time to write about them. Jenna Tracey looked at the list again and smiled as she ticked off the last girl to board the ship. She was pleased with herself, it was a lovely sunny day down at the docks and at the grand old age of twenty five she was the only female slave trader in the town, probably the county. Of course it didn't hurt the fact that her father owned the biggest slave dealership in the area and she had been bought up in the ways of slave trading from an early age. Her fathers name also commanded respect around here, some of that respect rubbing off onto her. She was sure she wouldn't of got to where she was today with her fathers name behind her. Slave trading was a mans job she often heard and some of the dealers and sea captains barely kept their contempt in rein when they found out they were dealing with a mere woman. Of course it also helped that she was an extremely attractive woman who wore her tight dresses very low cut, so low cut that her extremely expansive cleavage looked as though it would spill free from her dress at any minute but alas never did. That displayed cleavage though was often enough to placate the men she was dealing with. As far as Tracey was concerned she had to use every trick in the book to get by, whether it be her fathers name or her impressive breasts, although it was eighteen forty five, surely a women should be able to flourish on her own merit. She knew only too well though that women as a whole were prized only for their looks and beauty and generally considered as men’s chattel. Of course she was helping that feeling through her trade. Although the bulk of the slaves she sold were outdoor destined for America and the majority were black males to be used for their couple labour she also provided females for housemaids etc. Again they were nearly all black women of little concern to Tracey but usually in each shipment of slaves there were usually some white women being transported as well. These were called Fancy Girls and Tracey knew they were highly prized in America. Technically they were collage supposed to be of mixed race or at least have some negro blood in them, however diluted. In reality she knew that most of the white women she shipped to America were just that, white women. 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