She'd be loathed by the other slaves for having Master's favor, as she'd sit on the porch watching the others work the field. Every night the slaves would gather in front of the house to watch me breed her, to show the male slaves she's mine, and to show the female slaves their place, and how to gain master's favor. They'd hate seeing her stroll around the field in her nice dress and with her pregnant belly showing. And she'd know it. She'd know her own kind will hate for being a house slave and master's pet, but she'd also hate knowing she'll forever be beneath me and my kin. Better of than her kin, worse of than mine, and she has to still submit to me every night and let me use her like a cheap whore, while also knowing she'll never be nowhere near as important to me as my white wife. She worries for her future, knowing that one day she'll be old and used up, and I'll toss her back to the other niggers working the field. That's why she tries extra hard. Keeps herself slim and tries to be as appealing to me as possible, is as nice to me as possible in hopes of me falling for her, beyond her looks and body, hoping I'd let her stay as a maid or something once she's all dried up. And the uncertainty of it all is killing her. She's ostracized by her kind, but she's afraid of me, and dependant of me. And man, does it show. No one will ever suck your cock quite as passionately as she'll suck mine, knowing that if I'm dissapointed, she'll go back to plowing the field with the others, who see her as a traitor whore, and will treat her accordingly.