Asian Sex Slave Mother Susan Lin Chapter 3

This is the story about a beautiful young Asian mother trained by her two White step sons to become their sex slave.


It was quite an eventful day for the three members of the Miller’s family. Susan Lin and her two white step sons will never forget what occurred in their garage as long as they lived. The two step sons repeatedly raped their beautiful, tied up young Asian mother on their first day of Easter vacation.

Susan Lin was allowed to sleep that night, but she had been secured in a spread-eagled position in the middle of her bed. Mark and Tommy slept on either side of their Asian mother’s bounded naked body. They didn’t bother her all night, as if giving her and themselves much needed rest to prepare for things to come. Next morning after Susan Lin made and served breakfast for her two white step boys in total nudity, Tommy and Mark lead their naked mother into the living room. They tied their Asian mother’s arms behind her back, her wrists almost up between her shoulder blades, her shoulder sockets on fire. Nevertheless, that wasn’t all that was painful. Her white step sons had cut off a broom, and they now tied the handle behind her knees, and she was squatting near the window of the living room. A dog collar was around her slim neck. A leash with leather strap was attached to the collar and secured to a hook they had driven into the wall.

With the way her arms and hands had been bound behind her back, the handle of the broom behind her knees, Susan Lin had to sit with her shoulders back. The position caused her creamy tits to lift and strain outward. Her nipples, to her horror, were like hard like rubber, tingling until she thought she would go out of her mind if she couldn’t scratch them. They did not allow her to eat anything or even use the bathroom. Now almost at noon of the second day of her torment, she was near the window, helplessly and painfully bound again, squatting with her knees pulled apart, her pussy quite visible. She could look out the window and see people walking by. She would be most embarrassed and humiliated if they could see the obscene position she was in! It was so unreal to her that it was quite a normal Saturday out there, yet inside the house she was both a prisoner and a victim to her own white step sons. Mark and Tommy loved seeing their beautiful and sexy Asian mother tied up and totally helpless. They enjoyed being able to touch her any place they wanted and anytime they wanted. The more lewd they could position their mother’s nude body the better they liked it. God helps me, Susan Lin thought. When she wasn’t tied up, she didn’t want it, but once her white step sons had her bounded and tied up, she found herself enjoying it more and more. The shame she felt seemed to thrill her, and she was sexually stimulated by her horrible sense of humiliation and degradation. At first she was horrified to find her cunt getting soaked when they tied her up, but no longer. She now anticipated with arousal. She wanted to piss so badly, she wanted to ask them to release her so she could take a piss, but it would have been useless. They ignored her pleas, looking at her beautiful naked bounded body with those lewd eyes.

Let’s stick something up chink’s fucking cunt,” Mark said suddenly, looking at the way their Asian mother’s pretty chink cunt lips were spreading out. He went to the kitchen and returned with a huge cucumber, holding it in front of his Asian mother’s beautiful but fearful face.

Mark,” she pleading with her son, “Please, don’t make mother more ashamed than I am now. Don’t put that thing in me, please, baby, darling, please don’t!”

Mark stood before his Asian mother, pretending the huge cucumber was his cock, smashing it against her erect nipples, sinking it into her creamy firm tits. “Wanna have a suck of my big white cock. Chinky?“ He taunted her. “Come on, chinky chink. Suck my big white cock.”

Please don’t make me Mark.” Susan Lin whimpered.

Tommy stood at her side, and while Mark was trying to press the tip of the cucumber into their Asian mother’s mouth, he grabbed her tit and twisted cruelly. Her tongued shot out of her mouth, licking frantically at the cucumber, her tongue swirling.

That’s better, chink,” Mark laughed nastily. “Lick on my cucumber cock.” Tommy was still squeezing and twisting his Asian mother’s tit, sharp pain shooting through her chest. She licked furiously at the end of the cucumber, hoping her action would make Tommy release her tit.

I bet you’d lick a real cock even better, chink” Mark said. “I bet you’re a damn good cocksucker huh?“ Susan Lin, her tongue racing about the end of the cucumber, stared up at her white step son, at his beautiful blue eyes. She was wet with tears and shame.

“Wanna lick on my cock, chink mother whore?” Tommy said, “I bet your mouth is as wet and hot as your fucking cunt too.”

Let me shove this thing up chink’s cunt—and you can fuck her cock sucking mouth, Tommy.” Mark said, squatting and then leaning between his mother’s wide-open knees. Susan Lin felt Mark pressing the cucumber into her cunt. She closed her eyes in shame and felt tears roll down her cheeks. The cucumber was huge, It stretched her cunt painfully, and she felt as if she were being sliced in half. The cucumber entered her chink cunt after a few thrusts. She felt searing pain shoot from her cunt to the top of her head. Over half of the cucumber was up her pussy, the other end resting on the floor. The boys stepped back and looked at their Asian mother, whose eyes were glowing with her shame and humiliation. Tommy’s cock had become very hard with excitement.

Take it out of me.” Susan Lin begged, tears rolling down her smooth cheeks. “It’s too big, it hurts! Please, take that thing out of me!”

Fuck you, you chink cunt face,” Mark said.

Oh, God!” Susan Lin sobbed, wishing that she could be transported back to China in stead of suffering such an egregious existence in America. “Why? Why are you doing this to me? I’ve been a good mother, haven’t I?”

Mark looked at his chink mother’s tear streaking beautiful face almost tenderly.

Because we love you chink! We know what’s best for you.” Mark said as his fingers creased her tear streaking smooth cheeks gently.

If you loved me, as you said, then take this thing out of me, please!” Susan pleaded.

What thing?” Mark laughed.

This… this cucumber!”

Take it out of what, chink?” He taunted.

Out of my …oh, damn you, Mark! Take it out of my cunt! Yes, my cunt! Does that make you happy, hearing your chink mother say those things? Take it out of my chink cunt! Is that better, Is that what you want your chink mother to say?”

Susan’s words caused her skin to ripple, and she knew she was excited too, She enjoyed saying those words in front of her white step sons, enjoying hearing them use such words, and to her horror, found it quite pleasant when they called her lewd names. The pain in her cunt was becoming pleasure. Her cunt felt stuffed to capacity, stretched more than ever and Susan was finding pleasure in it. She saw Tommy’s cock standing up very hard, and she wished they would take the cucumber from her cunt and Tommy would fuck her. She could hardly believe she was the same woman of just two days ago. She was becoming a wanton chink slut who wanted to be tied up, bound helplessly, and eager for her white step sons do all kinds of degrading things to her body. She ran her tongue over her lips as she stared at Tommy’s cock. If her hands weren’t tied up, she knew she would have enjoyed feeling that hard-on, playing with it, jacking him, maybe watching the cum gushing form that tiny piss hole. It was something she had never done before, jacks a cock off and watches it squirt, but the idea was appealing to her, especially that cock belongs to her white step son.

You are not really our mother, you know. You are just a cock sucking chink whore.” Tommy stepped closer to her, waving his white cock in circles. Knowing what her step son was about to do, the chink mother trembled. She had never had a cock so close to her face before. She watched his white cock come closer, warily, as if it were a snake about to strike, She tried to pull her head back, but Tommy grabbed a handful of her hair, twisting it hard, making her cry out with pain. Holding her hair, Tommy ran the head of his cock over her throat and chin. Susan Lin felt the wetness on her flesh, the slippery heat of his dripping fluids. She swallowed. Almost choking because Tommy had pulled her head back. He rubbed his cock over her lips and the tip of her nose leaving it wet. She felt the burning heat of his smooth cock when he moved the tip over her upper lip, then the bottom one, circling her sexy mouth.

Tommy, please.” She whimpered, her eyes staring into his. “Don’t do this to mother. It’s … so shameful.“

You are NOT our mother, you fucking chink!” Tommy slapped her face hard and tommy shoved the head of his cock between his chink mother’s lips. Susan gulped, holding her mouth open as wide as she could, not wanting her lips to touch her white step son’s cock. She felt his cock head on her tongue, then she felt the head of his cock touch the back of her throat. She gagged, causing her lips to close around the hard, hot throbbing shaft. Mark laughed, twisting her creamy firm naked tits painfully, watching his younger brother’s cock slided inside their chink mother’ mouth.

“Give her that cock, Tommy. Teach that chink a lesson,” he said. Twisting hard on her tits. “Don’t ever call yourself our mother, you chink. And you better suck his cock. If you don’t, I’m gonna tear you tits off.”

The pain was excruciating, and Susan Lin tried to bob her head back and forth on Tommy’s cock, willing to do anything to stop that searing pain in her tits. Tommy still twisting his finger in her hair jerked her face back and forth, watching her lips riding on his cock. She wasn’t sucking him now; he was fucking himself with her mouth. The heat of his cock, the hardness, the throbbing of it against her lips and tongue, the way it beat at her throat, surprised her. It wasn’t as unpleasant as she thought it would be. Mark was still twisting her tits. Tommy was still jerking her head by the hair, but the pain they were inflicting on her no longer felt so badly anymore. Susan began to enjoy herself. The wet sounds of her mouth being jerked back and forth on Tommy’s cock even sounded good to her.

The cucumber still stuffed up her cunt, began to feel like a real cock to her. She began to lick at Tommy’s cock as he jerked her head back and forth, she felt him dripping pre-cum on her tongue, making it slick. She was sure her throat would be bruised; he was jerking her so hard that the head of his cock banged against her tonsils.“

“I think I’m about to come,” Tommy grunted, looking down at his mother’s beautiful face. Her eyes went wide. She never even had a cock in her mouth before now. She didn’t want him to come in her mouth. It would make her choke, maybe even throw up. She tried to jerk her mouth off his cock, but he twisted her hair hard, making her scream in pain around his cock. She wanted to open her mouth, hoping his come would drip out and not go down her throat. Tommy cupped his chink mother’s chin, holding her mouth around his cock. He came. Her eyes gagged as she tried to scream her horror. His cum juice was squirting against the back of her throat, hot and scalding. She gulped, afraid not to swallow. When she gulped, her tongue pressed at Tommy’s cock, and she felt the spasms of it as he spewed his sperm into her mouth. His balls pressed against her chin, his cock going deep. To her horror, Susan Lin felt her cunt explode, gripping in waves of orgasm around the cucumber. Her eyes rolled. Her mouth was filled with her white step son’s hot, thick and creamy cum juice. Some of it seeped from the corners of her lips, dripping to her tits. The orgasm went on and on, her cunt spilling out large quantity of her honey girl cum juice around the cucumber embedded in her stuffed cunt.

That was good,” Tommy gasped!

Tommy pulled his cock from his Asian mother’s mouth. He ran the wet tip of it about her lips, smearing them with cum juice.

That was as good as chink hot cunt, Mark.” Tommy commented.

I could see,” his brother said. “I think our Mother is going to be a damn good cocksucker. She just needs a little more training, but she’s gonna be the best, that’s for sure. I’ll guarantee it!“

Mark tilted his Asian mother’s chin up with his fingers and saw that her mouth was coated with his brother cum juice and looked deep into his mother’s tearful lustful beautiful brown eyes and said to her.

“Chink, guess who is going to do the training? I knew you are going to love every minute of it.” Mark promised.

I’m going to train Mom too!” Tommy demanded.

Chink, not mom. Of course, we are both going to train this chink together.” Mark said.

Susan Lin’s eyes still glistering with tear drops looked at her white step sons with shame and humiliation. Nevertheless, deep down she knew she liked what they were doing to her and couldn’t wait for her training to begin. The taste of her youngest white step son’s come juice lingered on her tongue, and she decided it wasn’t so bad after all. In fact, she told herself, it was delicious. She was afraid to lick her cum juice coated lips. She didn’t want her white step sons to know she enjoyed it. The more she could hide from them, the better it would be for her, she thought. If they knew she was learning to love all of this, there was no telling how far they would go to torment her.

Susan Lin saw Mark was doing something with a strong cord, attaching something to it. They were alligator clamps of some sort.

What are you going to do with it?” She asked with fear in her voice.

Just this,” Mark replied.

Mark clipped one of the clamps to his Asian mother’s erect nipple. The spring of the alligator clamp was very strong, the sharp metal teeth of the clamp bite deep into her tender nipple almost breaking the skin and sent boiling pain through her elongated tit. She cried out in agony.

Stuff this into chink’s mouth, Tommy,” Mark said, handing his brother a pair of her discarded panties.

They are nice and dirty in the crotch, chink won’t mind the taste of her own cunt, will you, chink?” Mark said.

Don’t you dare, Tommy,” Susan snapped.

Tommy stuffed his Asian mother’s mouth with her panties. She tasted the crotch of her soiled panties, and groaned. Her nipple felt as if they were being cut off from her body. Mark clamped her other erect nipple, drawing the cords around his mother’s neck and tying it there. The cords stretched her tortured pink nipples. The tension in the strong cords also lifted the twin globes of her creamy tits higher by her nipples. Her painfully stretched nipples were becoming as hard as rocks. Excruciating searing pain was shooting through them. Her eyes looked wild, her torment showing in them. The cucumber up her cunt felt even larger than before. The taste of her panties inside her mouth was sour, and she had to piss badly. Her tits burned with pain, but her cunt was throbbing and dripping wet. Naked now, Tommy straddled his Asian mother’s face, rubbing his crotch against her. Susan Lin felt the heat of her white step son’s balls and cock on her face. If she didn’t have her panties stuffed into her mouth, she knew she would be licking and kissing at his crotch … his balls, his white cock. Mark dropped his pants, as he watched his brother rubbing against their Asian mother’s face. He moved up behind her, moving the swollen head of his cock in her hands smearing her palms with pre-cum.

Her head was suddenly jerked to one side, and she felt Mark’s penis sliding along her cheek. Just as the head of cock touched her lips he came. The scalding cum juice splashed onto her lips. Before she knew it, she opened her mouth, and her tongue shoved the panties away. Mark’s sperms struck inside his mother’s mouth and lips, she was trying desperately to get the head of his cock in her mouth before he finished. Mark laughed, pulling his cock back, gushing cum juice on his gook mother’s lips, chin and her nose. Tommy now standing on her other side, aimed his erupting prick at her wide-open mouth, shooting repeatedly dead center into her mouth, filling her mouth to capacity. Her mouth now overflowing with his juice. Tommy then proceeded to spray the remaining cum juice in his balls on her face and hair. Her entire beautiful face seemed to cover with cum juice. Her mouth remained wild open under the watchful eyes of her white step sons, her tongue started to rolling and playing with her mouthful of their white-baby making sperm.

Before more of the cum juice spilled down the corners of her mouth, Susan Lin began to swallow her own white step son’s sperm down her throat all the way to her stomach. She then opened her mouth wide to show her two white step sons that their Asian mother indeed swallowed every drop of their sperm, that her mouth was now empty of any trace of incestuous cum juice. Susan Lin felt her cunt convulse again and again with multiple orgasms. Mark and Tommy couldn’t believe their eyes when they saw the way their Asian mother’s sexy mouth played and swallowed their combined sperm and both were fascinated and tremendously aroused by her action.

Mark and Tommy sat on the couch looking at their Asian mother. Her face was coated with dripping cum juice and her eyes looking pitifully in the way she pleaded silently to release her. Mark pulled the cunt juice covered cucumber from his Asian mother’s cunt, and rubbed on her sperm-covered cheeks and bought it to her mouth.

Chink whore, be a good girl and eat your vegetable now!” ordered Mark. And then said to Tommy: “Chinks make the best sex slaves. I think that was what dad once said. It’s so true, isn’t it Tommy.”

Susan never thought of resisting, in fact she complied immediately with his demand. She stuck her tongue out and tasted her own cunt juice mixed with her white step sons’ sperm and then took a bite out of the cucumber. Between each bite, Mark would pick up more of their sperm from her face and then continue to feed his Asian mother this slimy vegetable until she ate the entire cucumber. Her face burned with shame each time she took a mouthful of the cunt juice and sperm coated cucumber. She knew her white step sons had broken her, and from this day forward, she’ll belong to her two white step sons completely, body and soul. Mark and Tommy led their mother about the house on the leash now, sometimes allowing her to dress, often only in panties, or perhaps just a bra. Most of the time, though, she was naked. Susan Lin was beginning to enjoy the collar around her neck, being pulled along like some household pet. She, a beautiful Asian woman of thirty-two years of age, her sexy body totally belongs to her white step sons. She was their property, their sex toy. They could play with and do anything to her body as they pleased at anytime and anywhere. She found herself even more in love with her two white step sons each passing day, not only as their Asian step mother but also their lover and chink sex toy. Her cunt began to throb and pulsate with heat and sent shivers of ecstasy through her body from just thinking of what they were going to do to her beautiful sexy body next time. The sexy and beautiful thirty-two year old young Asian mother were becoming the happy sex slave to her White step sons.





Author: jennifer suzuki

I have been a very confused—some might say very conflicted—girl ever since I can remember and I have always lived in a fantasy world of my own making. I was born in Japan, my mother is Chinese and my father is Japanese, and my father's mother or my grandmother was German Dutch, and I came to the United States as a teenager and lived and went to school in Maryland, and worked in New York. I lived in fantasy worlds since I was a teenager and I have always done so, sometimes so deep in my own fantasy I forgot my own identity. I no longer knew who I am. Physically I look more European than asian. My father is of mixed heritage—he has white blond hair, but he also has some distinctly Japanese features. On the other hand my features mostly resembled my grandmother, who was a full blooded European woman. Which was not something that really bothered me. Actually most modern Japanese look very European compared to the rest of asians. My father was a sadist, and my mother, on the other hand, was, in my opinion, a masochist with no self respect. Growing up, seeing my father beating my mother was almost as frequent as having dinner, and when not beating her, she was constantly being humiliated and degraded, like having to serve dinner to him naked on her knees or being tied to an utility pole only in her panties during the winter. At first I believed my mother was a victim, a unfortunate human being in the hands of a cruel evil man, but as I grew older I realized that it was my mother who enjoyed being treated this way. The initial realization made me feel she was a disgusting, perverted, sick person, but as I grew older I began to have the almost identical sexual fantasies that my mother lived and experienced through. I began to think that my mother was the luckiest woman on earth since apparently she had found a man who understood her desires and could give them to her. My dad studied and worked in America before, and during that period he desperately wanted to marry a white woman, and vehemently pursued several white women, but was unsuccessful. At the same time Japanese women were unwilling to marry him. Maybe because just like him they were looking to marry into the white race, or maybe because he had sadistic tendencies. Out of options he settled to look for a Chinese woman. Statistically, marriages between Chinese women and Japanese men have been quite common, and I personally knew quite a few couples just like my mother and father. Even here in America I knew several Chinese women who had Japanese boyfriends and those women were actually quite proud of having superior Japanese men as boyfriends. Japanese in general look much more European compared to other asians and I suspect it was the putative European appearance that attracts other asian women. Of course Japanese are not Europeans, no matter how much we try to become European, just as Jews will never be fully accepted as White Christians. I think Jews and Japanese have a lot in common. We were both persecuted by Europeans, the Jews by Germans, and Japanese by Americans, yet we both come to love our white Masters. Jews weren't officially considered white until very recently, and I think as time progresses eventually Japanese will be categorized as white in the future, though Jews and Japanese will always know that they are still inferior to their Nordic Masters. But as always the Jews will be Masters over the Arabs and the Japanese will be Masters over the rest of Asia. There is no other meaning to life, other than the degree of domination. I had an older sister who looked fully asian, as opposed to me who looked much more European. And ever since childhood I have always known for a fact that I was treated better by everyone else because of my distinctly European appearance. In school classmates would be hesitant to tease me because they always thought my father might be an American or an European man even though they knew my mother was Chinese but somehow they still were afraid of me solely because of my European appearance. The thing was that in Japanese naming system, my mother's last name automatically gets attached to mine, so for example, my name in Japanese would actually be "Suzuki Liu Jennifer", because my mother's maiden name is Liu; this way everyone would instantly know my mother is Chinese. On the other hand my sister was bullied almost everyday by upper classmates because she looked very Chinese. They made fun of her hair and clothes and told her that she looked like a Chinese pig and I had seen boys pulling down her pants and laughing at her for having a "Chinese vagina". I was a very young girl back then and I felt ashamed of having her as a sister so in school I didn't talk to her at all. When I was 12 years old, she committed suicide by hanging herself in her closet. I know this because I was the one who discovered her body. My parents would have never told me about her death if I did not saw her dead body by myself. And ever since her death a dark cloud formed over my head and throughout my teenager years I was constantly harrowed by thoughts of suicide. It was not until I was much older that I learned suicide is infectious and that had been why I was constantly thinking about suicide. The realization made me try not to think too much about death, but no matter how much I try I can never get her image out of my head. Sometimes I feel she still haunts me because I didn't talk to her in school. My parents divorced when I was 14 and I went to live with my mom in China for two years. Contrary to popular beliefs, I had never experienced any form of racism or discrimination against me when I was living in China. Most people assumed that I was an European girl and the aura of being European seemed to make me inapproachable, like the shield of Athena covering me from head to toe. Even when I was in school, when classmates would know my father was Japanese because of my last name, I had never really felt any discrimination, though I did feel they were kind of afraid of me. I had never realized how much being White meant until I was in America: the symbol of power, domination, and superiority that being White implies. Being White is being the entelechy of all that is beautiful, good and righteous. Which is strange because my nationality still is, in actuality, Japanese and as I grew older I started to look more asian. My hair has gotten completely dark and my looks started to resemble my mother's. I used to have very light-colored hair, but I just felt fortunate that I do not look fully asian like my sister was. When I saw this image [of a naked asian woman kneeling next to a black furred dog] in a Japanese SM magazine a few days ago, all of a sudden I remembered seeing my mother in a similar position when I was maybe just 5 or 6 years old. It was not a pleasant experience; it was an extremely scary and traumatic experience, and growing up I heard constant moaning and muffled screams coming from my parents' bedroom. Every evening was a nightmare to fall asleep. But knowing that many asian women were treated the same way as my mother had been treated somehow made me feel better about my own family. At least my parents were not as weird as they seemed, and while growing up I had gradually come to realize that many asian girls have the same masochistic tendencies as I do, but many were just very shy and wouldn't admit their secrets. So it seems there are many masochistic asian women out there who thrives on been humiliated and degraded just like the girl in this image; I don't know why but this image made me feel kind of normal. I have lived in the States for nearly ten years now and I have not talked to my parents, who had divorced, for several years, especially to my mother whom I had some very severe arguments with over the years, especially when she remarried after she went back to China. I was more fond of my father though I haven't really talked to him that much either because he too had remarried. Despite all the mean things I had said about my dad, he was always very gentle with me and never beat me. He beat my sister and my mother but never me and I suspect he was much more gentle with me because of my more European looks. I felt their divorce was a punishment for me, as if they had abandoned me and I never felt comfortable with either of them or their new spouses, whether it be in China or in Japan. My mother's new husband was a very cruel and domineering white man living in China and he never treated me with the same special treatment I received from my dad. And I remember one time when I went out with him people on the street mistook me for his wife and I felt so disgusted I never wanted to go out with him again and then he would yell at me and yell at my mom. I am glad to have gotten out of there. And my dad ... well let's just say I couldn't bear to coexist with his new wife either. The last time we talked was already 3 years ago. This image had brought back so many long forgotten yearnings. I miss my sister and my parents. The memory of my sister and my parents started to fade away, like wavering forms they passed before my clouded sight; their images have become a blur rise about me out of mist and cloud; their faces, and their figures have become shades of phantoms; I wanted to hold you close to me in that blessed fleeting moment when you reappeared to me in my dreams. If only I possessed the strength to draw you near. I wanted to forever remember you—you bear the images of happy days; your airy smiles still stir youthful tremors in my breast—but my memory faltered. It would have been simpler if I were already dead. I would never be seized again by those long forgotten yearnings. I shuddered at those thoughts; and a tear draws other tears. Crying is my only form of release; through crying I am channeled to the solemn and silent world of spirits; crying is my whispered prayer that lingers in a vagrant tone. I have no one to talk to. I live in solitary confinement. I have been driven to madness even though physically I stay put. My life—full of dolor, pain and suffering. Sometimes I wish I could end it. The only reason I continue to live is for otherwise I lack the courage to carry out that final act, to take me beyond and step into the unknown. It is so much better to have been never born at all, or at least to die an immediate death. How sweet and wonderful death would be. My dear Aya, I am so very sorry! A vast space of nothingness in the empty universe fills my heart. Everyday of my life I live in terror because of you. A family dog Growing up, I always felt lonely. My family dog was my only companion. He was a slightly larger than a medium sized dog, with grey and dark fur, and a nozzle that resembled a wolf. He was so cute, so adorable, and he was my only friend. I often played with him in my desperate attempts to communicate with another living being, like Madame Bovary sitting by her fire place in a melancholic longing for escape. I want out!, out of this nonchalant prison of thoughts, out of this cruel alienated society, out of these mind forged manacles whose clanking I hear like looming madness; the marks of domestication on their faces, marks of psychological slavery, marks of intellectual death; they are mere automatons, inanimate objects, so lifeless like straw men, hollow men, stuffed men. I can't bare to look at those miserable beings' faces. In a domesticated dog I see more humanity than the entire humanity. If only my family dog can take me away! And I will elope with him to a happy place, where there is no more sorrow, no more dread, no more cold metallic prison walls of the mind. My family dog was my only friend, and he was my only confidante. To him I entrusted all my deepest secrets. Sometimes I wished I was a dog: no more worries, no more sadness, no more consciousness, no more thoughts, just the need to satisfy my most basic instincts, lying by my owner's feet, worshiping him and completely dependent on him. Sometimes I wish I could have another dog just like the family dog I used to have in Japan. And he will be my husband. I will belong to him. I will be his bitch. I will obey him, crawl under his belly, gently caress his furs with my soft hands, and please him like I would please my husband. And he will be my beast and I will be his beauty. Albeit he will be a gentle beast, always so obedient to me, and yet always so much more aggressive, and animalistic; he will protect me from harm, with his sharp fangs and naturally endowed muscles for chasing down his prey; and yet he will honor me and obey me like a lover would. He will never be jealous, never be angry, as long as he is fed and watered. He will be my best friend.

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