F4M Newly-Weds on the Plantation

So I'm looking to roleplay a rather specific fantasy, namely one set on a plantation. Rather than either of us fulfilling the role of a slave, I want to play as the spoiled white wife of the white plantation owner, who lords it over his slaves (with you playing the plantation owner). I like the contrast in how he treats his slaves and how he treats his wife, all because of skin colour!

The fantasy is usually historical, but I'm not too picky in terms of historical accuracy (I'm no expert on this area of history myself) but the possibility of exploring some kind of alternative history is fine, perhaps the South didn't lose the war or slavery never ended for whatever reason. If you want to get really weird, we could even do something fantasy or sci-fi based, as long as it sticks to the plantation atmosphere. It's also worth noting that not all the slaves have to be black, we could have a mixture and some kind of racial hierarchy.

In terms of what I like, I like lavish descriptions of surroundings, clothing, sexism and traditional gender roles, light bits of DD/lg, patronisation, pet-names and probably some other things. Of course, that's just for me and my character personally, I like witnessing a wider array of things (that are generally much more cruel) being inflicted on the slaves, ranging from pet-play, human furniture, forced-prostitution and others. Pony-slaves are a particular favourite of mine.

Anyway, here's something I wrote to give you an idea of my writing style and length. I mostly like multiple paragraps and third person. Exploring the worldbuilding side of this is something I'd like to do too, from how such an eroticised slave based society might function and what kind of a racial hierarchy there might be.

A resounding clop of iron hitting against stone reverberated across the cobble-stone road, as two ebony mares pulled an ornate carriage forward and forward. Their sweating bodies were encased in a tight leather harness, with strange hoof-like leather shoes covering their legs, arriving all the way up to the thigh. A bit was locked securely in their mouth, blinders on the side of their eyes forcing them to keep direction. Both were near identical, toned and tall, with long black hair that fell straight downwards from the leather cap that adorned their head, with numerous colourful feathers sprouting out from it.

The duo heaved and panted as even their muscular bodies struggled to pull the carriage forward. Wrapped around their necks were thick steel collars, with no opening or point of detachment, the only decoration was a single hoop which attached to a gilded chain, a chain that lead to the the decadent vehicle they were pulling and pulling.

All of a sudden, a horrible crack of a leather whip was heard, striking the scarred backs of the poor slave girls, urging them on to pull further, while the passengers of such a vehicle sat in luxury. The two slaves brayed in pain, the only encouragement they receive in their servitude.

Within the luxurious white wood coach, lined with curled gold trim, was two rows of soft upholstered seats, with expansive windows on either side to allow the occupants to observe the humid southern countryside. Sophia, recently wed to a man she barely knew, gazed out at the numerous rolling hills and greenery. As the carriage moved on and on, the land become more and more uniform, with dark, barely-clothed figures picking at the numerous plants, coffee, tobacco and of course, cotton were the main commodities of this land, alongside the commodity of enslaved flesh.

Sophia was a small, petite girl. Only standing around five foot or so, with long blonde hair, blue eyes and pale skin. She looked like the image of purity, which was only enhanced by her ivory gown, with countless petticoats stuffed underneath that made her look like an oversized marshmellow. A merciless corset caused her to sit up straight, keeping the posture that was expected of a lady of her station, while a thin frilled choker, with a cameo of a long dead ancestor rested in the middle.

"Faster niggers!" The driver called out, giving another cruel lash to both backs of the poor work-horses. Sophia nervously bit her lip, looking over to her husband who took no issue in such treatment of his property, though he gave a condescending but affectionate smile back at her, rubbing her hand gently, which did little to soothe the poor girl as the ponies heaved in pain once more, the harsh leather adding another mark to their sweating backs.

Eventually a colonial mansion came into view, pale white with numerous pillars supporting it's roof, with Sophia spying an ornate gazebo in the verdent garden. It truly was a palace, befitting a southern aristocracy finely. Numerous slaves were lined at the doorway, though these were of a lighter hue than the black-skinned animals that trudged on the cobblestone roads. Soon enough they began to stop, the carriage ending it's journey...