From a very young age, I felt attracted to the scene of domination between men of different races. For a long time, I considered it a somewhat perverse fetish, given that I know that in many cultures, slavery left a legacy of hatred and social injustice that still persists. Therefore, I kept this hidden pleasure to myself, almost like a perversion.

Through various social networks, I found mature people who shared this fetish with me, and I discovered that among them, I could live this experience of submitting to a white man and playing the "inferior race" in a safe, healthy, and consensual environment - a place where raceplay was not considered a form of "hate" but a way to take advantage of differences in an innocent sexual exchange.

One day, I found an ad about a "Raceplay Camp," a weekend where submissive black men would serve as slaves to white men. My first obstacle was my race - I'm a Latino man with dark skin, not a black man. The organizer, Ralph, gave me a personal interview via Skype to see if, as a "Latino," I was fit to be part of the slaves who would serve that weekend. I passed the test.

And I'm here, about two hours after arriving at the farm where the camp is taking place. I'm naked, devoid of all clothing, the only thing I have as clothing is a chain with a padlock, and I share the experience with eleven other men, most of them black, with only one Asian and one Hispanic in the group.

A few minutes ago, we were forced to use an enema, and then, as a group, each of us emptied our intestines into a bucket, all of us together, face to face, without shame, without hesitation, without hiding anything. Later, we were forced to clean the anus of one of our companions and finished the cleaning by licking it until it was perfectly clean.

We are in what originally is the dining room of the house, a spacious room, the furniture is all piled up on one side, and the floor is covered with plastic to prevent us from staining the wood. All of us have a number drawn on different parts of our body, which was assigned to us - I have the number "Three."

One of the event organizers is a 25-year-old black slave who has the number "ONE" drawn on his forehead, chest, arm, and right buttock. One enters the room after we've spent a long time licking the companion in front of us in a circle, and orders us to stop.

"We have twenty minutes to tidy up this room, pick up the filth and carefully throw it away in the basement bathroom, then throw the plastics in the trash containers outside, open the windows to get rid of this foul smell, and then place the chairs that are on the side in the form of a conference room, quickly!"

Everyone obeys in disarray, first, each of us takes our bucket until SEVEN takes two, one in each hand, and we understand that two slaves are not needed to carry two buckets. I get rid of mine and let slave Four, a handsome muscular black man of about thirty years, w...