White God and Chink chapter 1

There is no place on earth like Hong Kong, where females outnumber males 4 to 1, and every local Chinese girl wants a white man. White Men built Hong Kong. White Men gave Hong Kong the freedom, the prosperity, and the prestige it has today. Every single Chinese person living in Hong Kong worships White Men as gods. And every night, millions of sexy little Chinese whores prowl the streets looking for white men to please, and they are so eager to please, so obedient to the whims of every white king, so immersed in a culture of White Worship that they will do anything to curry favors for white men, and most important of all, they are so cheap! Any middle-class white man can afford to accommodate a large harem of Chinese concubines, turn them into his personal fucktoys, cum dumps, and exotic sex slaves. There is no limit to what you can do to those inferior chink whores. Hong Kong is truly the paradise for White Men.

Chapter 1

A tortured Chink

“Yes Mr. Simon”. responded the two chink slaves in unison.

Ms. Chink moved to the chair and found a pair of red heels on denim bib overalls. Stepping out of her current heels, she slipped into the overalls. She found them to be at least 2 sizes too large for her, a typically petite Asian woman in her mid thirties, when in fact she looked much younger. Like most Asian women, Ms. Chink simply does not age. “It’s truly a blessing to be an Asian woman, and it is even better when there are white men who know how to appreciate us,” Ms. Chink thought to herself. After fastening the suspenders over her shoulders she adjusted the straps so that her breasts were covered as much as possible, which wasn’t much, and the waist was in the right place. Despite her petite statue, she had rather large breasts, and she loved the fact that she can attract white men with her lily white skin, and large breasts, and her dyed blond hair made her look just like a beautiful white girl. She could slid both hands down inside the overalls without opening them. She knew she was in for an evening of embarrassment and putting herself on display again. She wasn’t sure she could do it again, but it was her white god’s order, and she had to obey. She put the heels on her dainty little feet and buckled the straps on her ankles. Her breasts fell out the side of the bib with the slightest sideward movement.

Kimmy the hair dresser expertly applied Ms. Chink’s makeup in the fashion Mr. Simon liked. When Ms. Chink looked in the mirror she was shocked to see herself. She looked more like a mainland Chinese whore than ever with the clothes and the make-up. She was an respectable Hong Kong office lady with a white collar job and she had come from a respectable family, but the hair and earrings were the finishing touches that brought her image together and the heels and overalls made her look like a mainland chink slut. “I couldn’t possible go out in public like this,” she thought to herself, “I’m a superior chink, not the inferior kind of chinks from mainland China.” 

Slipping a dress over her head Kimmy gave Ms. Chink a fleeting kiss and climbed the steps to her Master, a white businessman who owned the local salons. Ms. Chink was left standing there waiting for her white owners. She used the time to check her purse and found her dildo, butt plug, nipple clamps and 11 condoms. “What does he have planned tonight?” She mumbled to herself. “I hope food is part of her plan. I haven’t eaten anything since yesterday and that wasn’t much.” As part of her slut training, Ms. Chink was not allowed to eat unless her master allowed her, and this simple method kept her completely obedient.

Shortly a white god and his pure-white white wife came down. He was wearing a dark suit and she was wearing a stylish skirt and sweater with white socks and tennis shoes. She really was an attractive 18 year old white girl.

Grabbing Ms. Chink’s leash, “Come, chink, we have places to go and people to see,” and they went out of the door.

Ms. Chink discovered walking in the high heels caused her body to sway from side to side slightly which threaten to cause her breasts to pop out the sides of the overalls. She would have to walk very carefully.

As they drove across town in a white van with white god at the wheel and his white wife sitting in the passenger seat, Ms. Chink huddled in the back, waiting in fear to see what her white owners had planned tonight. She didn’t have long to wait.

“Well pet tonight we are going to the Hub.”

The hub is a local hangout for white expats with an bowling alley, Italian food, and dance floor.

Ms. Chink’s greatest fears were coming true. She was going to be displayed to a horde of white men looking like a hot local Asian whore wanting to get some action.

“First we are going to get some pizza and some Coke in the Italian place. Then you will find at least six different white guys and take them individually or as a group out to the van and show them each a good time, and if they ask how much, tell them it’s on the house, compliment for their visiting Hong Kong. I want 6 condoms filled and in your purse for me tonight. Tie them tight so you don’t leak any of their valuable nutrients.”

“Mr. Simon your pet can’t do that. There are colleagues from my office who go there.”

“Well you better be careful then. You wouldn’t want anyone else to find out, do you?”

“Please Mr. Simon your pet begs to go somewhere else.”

“Enough whining. I want to go there and that’s we are going. If you can’t or won’t do as you are told you will be severely punished and then all of your pictorial history will be exposed. Lisa is making several copies of your video now,” pointing to the pure white Aryan girl sitting next to him.

“Mr. Simon your pet will do as ordered but is begging for your compassion and understanding.”

Lisa parked the van in a dark corner of the lot and removed Ms. Chink’s collar. “Come in and eat first you have a lot to do tonight and we need to advertise you are here.”

Ms. Chink followed her white god and Lisa into the “Hub” very conscious of the display her loose breasts were providing under the too large bib of her outfit. Lisa found a table in the center of the pizza shop and sent her white husband and her self-conscious little chink pet to get a large pie of pizza with two cokes and water. Ms. Chink walked to the counter very aware that her heels made her ass sway and her breasts threatening to fall out the side at any moment. She placed her order and stood trying to hide herself waiting for it. She surveyed the crowd looking for faces she might recognize and need to avoid and also looking for prospects to complete her assignment. Her face blushed hot and red when she realized she was looking over a room of white men to find six guys to gather cum from.

When the pizza was finished Ms. Chink took it with the 2 coke back to the table. Lisa indicated she should stand and and gave her one slice of pizza while Lisa and Mr. Simon sat at the table.

“This should give you enough energy to get through the evening. Eat up and then get busy. You have 2 hours.” Mr. Simon ordered.

Ms. Chink thankfully ate the pizza even though she didn’t taste it. Her mind was on what she was now being required to do. She was also appalled at herself because she could feel the moisture growing in her pussy as she thought about what she was about to do.

As soon as she finished the pizza Ms. Chink moved into the dance floor. She had no idea how to begin to get the first man to take her to the van. As she was pondering her plan she heard someone say “hi”. She turned and found herself face to face with a rather good looking young white man from Great Britain.

“Hi” she replied.

They got into a pleasant conversation and Ms. Chink noticed his eyes seemed to be constantly drawn to her semi exposed breasts. After about 10 minutes of chatting Ms. Chink finally got the courage to ask him if he would like to take a walk. Of course he was more than willing. As they went outside Ms. Chink steered him toward the van. She hoped she had the courage to get through this. When they were next to the van Ms. Chink swallowed her pride and leaning close gave the young white man hard tongue lashing kiss. She allowed his hands to roam freely over her breasts.

Ms. Chink was ashamed that she was getting excited by this perverse action but she convinced herself she was being forced to do this. She opened the door to the van and pulled her current partner into the van. After locking the door Ms. Chink knew she would complete the assignment. Ms. Chink slid the straps off her shoulder allowing the bib to fall baring her breasts to her young aryan suitor. He began sucking her nipples and she opened her purse and took out the first condom. Ms. Chink had planned to suck the six guys which wouldn’t be too bad because they would cum in a condom and she would be , in her mind, uninvolved. But her pussy was signaling her brain it needed filled. Ms. Chink slid out of her pants while her current lover pulled out his thick hard white cock. Ms. Chink opened the condom and slid it over the head of his tool and rolled it down the shaft. Laying back she spread her legs and pulled the young man on top of her guiding him into her steaming hole.

The young man was so turned on by the fact the this Asian girl was fucking him he lasted only about 15 strokes before he shot a huge wad into the condom. He collapsed onto the frustrated Ms. Chink. She had just been getting into the rhythm when he shot off.

Struggling out from under the young man Ms. Chink carefully rolled the rubber off the spent cock and tied the end so that nothing would leak out.

So how much?” The naive young man asked.

It’s free. Thank you visiting Hong Kong.” The young man was plesantly surprised by the hospitality of the local Hong Kong people and happily exited the van. He would surely be telling his friends back in England about his sexual adventures in Asia.

Ms. Chink hurried to dress and get the young guy out so she could get on to number 2 and hopefully get the fire in her pussy extinguished. She glanced at her watch and was shocked to see that she had been with this guy 45 minutes. She only had 1 hour and 15 minutes to get 5 more condoms filled. She couldn’t believe she had sunk to the level of gathering cum to please her owner. Rushing the guy out of the van Ms. Chink quickly moved back to the dance floor to find number 2.

Ms. Chink decided to take the direct approach since her time was running out faster than she expected. She saw a tall muscular blond guy near the door and walked directly up to him with her breasts threatening to pop out the sides of her bib at any moment. “Could you help me?” she asked.

A quick look at the practically exposed Asian lady and he answered, “Sure. What’s the problem?”

“I need some help out at my van.” the embarrassed Asian girl responded. She could not believe she was picking up this man just to milk his cock for a condom full of cum. She didn’t recognize this person she had become. Ms. Chink took his hand and lead him out to the parking lot.

When Ms. Chink reached the van she opened the door and invited the shocked man inside. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him.

Ms. Chink closed the door and shrugging the straps from her shoulders she kissed the astonished man passionately thrusting her tongue into his mouth. His hands began to squeeze and fondle Ms. Chink’s breasts and swollen nipples as she struggled to get his pants open and release his thickly swollen cock. Once she had freed his hard cock from his jeans she immediately rolled a condom down its 9″ length. This condom had little nubs all around the head she noticed as she was putting it on the excited guy. “Please don’t cum too soon,” she panted as she pulled the man between her legs.

Ms. Chink could feel the nubs on the rubber sliding over her clit and deep into her boiling chink hole. Thanks to the nubs Ms. Chink reached an intense orgasm quickly and wrapping her legs around the trusting blond hunk she worked to give him a quick release. To her amazement he had great staying power and brought her to a second more powerful orgasm before erupting into the condom.

Ms. Chink was weak from her orgasms and laid quietly for several minutes with the white man’s shrinking cock still in her chink pussy before she realized she needed to get moving. She carefully slid out from under and removed his filled condom and tied it tight. As she was slipping back into her overalls Ms. Chink glanced at her watch and was shocked to see that this guy had used 35 minutes of her remaining time. She became frantic when she realized she only had 40 minutes to get 4 more condoms filled.

She thanked the man for his “help” and rushed back into the dance floor. As soon as she walked in she spotted a group of white men from her office. Knowing she couldn’t let them see her she rushed back out into the parking lot. “Now what am I going to do?” she wondered.

Without much thought knowing if she didn’t complete her assignment her owner would punish her severely she stopped two elderly white gentlemen about to enter the ‘Hub’. “Could you guys help me with my van?’ she asked. She hated that she allowed herself to be forced to do this but she had no choice.

“Sure.” they answered giving each other a leering look.

Ms. Chink led them to the van and opened the door inviting them inside. She couldn’t believe she was acting this way but she said to the men. “I need white cocks.” she said as she reached for their zippers. The men helped her to get their cocks out and fondled her breasts which fell out of her bib while she rolled a condom on each. She kicked off her overalls and had one man sit in the chair in the back of the van and told the other to get behind her. She guided the man behind her into her well used chink pussy and slid her mouth down on the other man.

The sheer depravity of her position caused her to experience another powerful orgasm as one man shot his load in her pussy and the other’s pulsing cock pumped a thick load into her mouth.

Knowing her time was running out the tired Asian whore collected the two filled condoms and hustled the men out of the van. She scanned the lot and spotted three guys getting out of a car near the van. Recognizing she had very little time she had no choice. She approached the men and asked for their help with the van. Looking at her disheveled appearance and her breast which was peaking out from under the bib, they readily agreed.

Ms. Chink took all three men into the van and sliding out of her overall she helped them to get their pants open. After putting condoms on all three Ms. Chink got in the same position and guided one into her pussy and swallowed the second while holding the third hot cock in her hand pumping it slowly.

Because her pussy was slick with her juices the man fucking her lasted a very long time during which she sucked off the first man and then the third man. Finally the second man shot into her pussy and she quickly gathered her filled condoms and kissed each man good bye.

Ms. Chink straightened herself as much as possible and cautiously went into the Italian restaurant to find her owners. Ms. Chink spotted Lisa and her white husband sitting at the same table talking with two other white girls she didn’t recognize. She went over and stood silently waiting for Lisa and her husband to acknowledge her.

They ignored her for 10 minutes before looking at her and white god asked, “Did you get what you were told to get?”

“Yes Mr. Simon.”

“Did you spill something on your lap pet?” asked Lisa with a wicked smile.

Ms. Chink looked down and saw the entire crotch of her overalls was a huge dark blue spot. Her face turned several shades of red when she saw her mess.

“Go wait for me in the van. And by the way you were 10 minutes late getting back.”

Ms. Chink answered “Yes Mr. Simon.” With lowered eyes and shaking inside Ms. Chink moved quickly to the van knowing she had not been successful in avoiding punishment.


Ms. Chink hurried to the van wanting to get away from the embarrassment she had been through. Once she was inside she locked the door and slid down in the seat hugging her used body. The van reeked of sex and Ms. Chink could feel the wetness in the crotch of her overalls.

As she sat there her mind began to wonder back to the events of the evening and she was horrified that her asian pussy was again throbbing and leaking onto her pants. ‘What had she become?’ Her mind was saturated with the thoughts of the young white men and their throbbing caucasian cocks. Her hands reached into her purse and felt the 7 cum filled condoms reminding her that she had enjoyed what had happened to her. She had even orgasmed. She was so ashamed.

But she had disappointed her owners. Mr. Simon was sure to punish her and she deserved everything her owner did to her. ‘Why am I feeling this way? What is happening to me?’

Lisa and Mr. Simon left their chink pet in the van for over an hour while they relaxed with friends. When they finally went out to the van they found their pet huddled in the passengers seat hugging herself with tears dried on her cheeks.

“Please forgive your humble pet Mr. Simon,” said Ms. Chink as soon as she heard the door opening. She wanted her owners’ forgiveness.

“Too late pet. You have embarrassed me by not obeying my instructions. I expect more from my chink and when I don’t get what I expect I have to punish them so they will improve.”

“Your pet understands and accepts any punishment you demand Mr. Simon.”

Lisa smiled to her white husband. “I have to go meet with some friends. Why don’t you guys go ahead without me.”

Sure thing, honey. Enjoy yourself.”

Mr. Simon waved goodbye to his wife and then started the van. He said to Ms. Chink sitting next to him in the passenger seat: “Sit up straight and lower your bib pet.”

Ms. Chink sat tall and lowered the bib baring her breasts to anyone who looked. As they drove through the parking lot Mr. Simon honked the horn so that people would look and see her pet on display.

Ms. Chink cringed but remained sitting tall facing forward as her owner displayed her breasts to all the white men in the parking lot. She knew her face was beet red but she had to be punished for embarrassing her owner.


When they arrived at their house Mr. Simon ordered Ms. Chink into the kitchen. He left Ms. Chink standing in the center of the room with her overalls around her ankles while she went back out to the van.

When he returned he ordered Ms. Chink to carry a kitchen chair into the living room and sit down on it in the center of the room. Ms. Chink was left with only her red 4 inch heels on her feet as she sat on the hard wooden chair. Lisa when up stairs to her room and returned in a few minutes with several items in her arms.

Mr. Simon ordered Ms. Chink to stand as he sat in the chair. “Pet you really need to learn to follow instructions. You have disobeyed me every time I gave you a task to perform. I intend to punish you to encourage you to be a better pet. You do want to be a better pet don’t you?”

“Yes Mr. Simon your pet wishes to improve and please you.”

“Show me your collection tonight pet.”

Ms. Chink went to her purse and took out the 7 cum filled condoms.

“Why are there 7 ? I ordered you to fill 6.” demanded an irritated Mr. Simon.

“Mr. Simon the last group I could get had 3 guys and I had to do them all.”

“Let me explain. I said 6 condoms filled. If you got yourself in a situation where you had more guys than condoms allotted you should have done the extra without a condom. Are you totally stupid?”

“Sorry Mr. Simon, your pet understands now.”

“Bend over my lap pet.”

Ms. Chink bent over her owners lap knowing she was about to be spanked like a naughty chink.

“You kept me waiting 10 minutes, you couldn’t stop and wasted a condom, and you are in your house without your collar. We will start with 50 swats with this hairbrush. Count each swat chink.”



By the tenth swat Ms. Chink was sobbing and having difficulty counting the swats.

SMACK “Ffffffifteen”

The spanking continued. By the 25th swat Ms. Chink’s ass was on fire and she was squirming uncontrollable on Mr. Simon’s lap.

He paused for a moment and reached between her pets thighs and felt her juices flowing freely. “You really enjoy this don’t you pet?”

“No Mr. Simon it hurts terribly.”

“Your pussy tells me you are enjoying this. Don’t cum my chink.”

An embarrassed Asian office lady endured the remaining 25 swats in more pain than she had ever endure in her entire life yet a building heat in her pussy disturbed her even more. When Mr. simon was finished Ms. Chink’s ass was a deep red and throbbing in pain. “Stand up pet and don’t touch your ass or pussy.”

Ge got off the chair and placed a rubber pad on the seat. The pad was covered tiny hard rubber nubs.

“Mr. Simon may your pet get her collar?’ asked Ms. Chink through the tears from her spanking.

“Yes pet and get your plug too.”

Ms. Chink hurried to her purse and took out her collar and plug.

“Put your plug where you like to have it pet.”

While she didn’t like the plug in her ass Ms. Chink knew where her white god wanted it. She bent her knees slightly and performed the humiliating task of sliding the plug deep into her ass.

“Sit here pet.” ordered Mr. Simon indicating the nubbed pad.

Ms. Chink gently lowered her throbbing ass onto the pad. Her pain intensified and the plug slide even deeper into her ass.

He tied Ms. Chink’s hands behind the chair and the to the rung under the chair holding her to the seat. Then she tied a rope above and below Ms. Chink’s breasts forcing her tightly against the back of the chair.

Then he ordered Ms. Chink to lift her legs and put her heels on the front edge of the chair. This caused Ms. Chink to spread her legs to accommodate his order and sent jolts of pain through her abused ass.. Ms. Chink used this position to lift her sore ass slightly from the nubbed pad to ease the pain.

“I want you to drop your feet and squeeze your thighs together holding this in place”, said he as he slide an 8” long vibrator deep into Ms. Chink’s sopping wet pussy. “My, my you are really getting into this pet.”

An ashamed asian whore blushed even deeper red but said nothing as she dropped her legs holding the vibrator deep inside her pussy. She knew to allow it to slip out would make matters much worse and she wanted to show her white owner she could be obedient.

He tied Ms. Chink’s thighs tightly together locking the vibrator in place. Then he bound her knees and ankles tightly together. Ms. Chink was now immobilized in the middle of her living room, naked tied to a chair with her ass plugged and her pussy leaking juices around a long hard vibrator locked in her pussy.

How much worse could it get? He moved to the TV and inserted a video tape into the machine and turned it on. Ms. Chink was shocked to see the inside of the van. Then she saw herself and the first man she brought into the van that night. “What???”

“The van is equipped with a sound activated infrared video camera. We have your entire evening recorded forever here.” the white god explained.

As they watched the tape he commented on Ms. Chink’s actions. Her technique was critiqued and responses were noted. Ms. Chink was especially ashamed of her pleasure that was evident throughout the video. She was nothing more the a chink bitch in heat in the video. It clearly demonstrated she was the aggressor and that she enjoyed every minute of it.

“I’m really tired pet. I’ll put your rubbers in the fridge you enjoy the video.” said he as he went into the kitchen.

I can stand this punishment,” thought Ms. Chink, “I thought it would be worse.”

He came back into the room ,”Oh I forgot a few things.” Hhe moved in front of Ms. Chink and what she had in her hands brought panic to Ms. Chink’s heart. Lisa had a skirt hanger with the two clamps spaced wide apart. Ms. Chink knew he was going to attach them to her nipples. The pain was much worse than the nipple clamps.

He stepped back to admire her work. “We are almost done chink. But I don’t want to listen to you all night so open wide.”

Ms. Chink opened her mouth and he fastened the penis gag into place. Her nipples were throbbing she knew it would be a long night.

Then he did something the Ms. Chink didn’t expect. She lifted Ms. Chink’s bound legs until she could attach the hanger hook on the skirt hanger around the rope binding Ms. Chink’s knees together. “Now if you can hold your legs up all night your nipple won’t be stretched too much.”

Ms. Chink’s eyes opened wide with fear. She couldn’t possible do that. She would pull her nipples off. As she struggled to hold her legs up she discovered she could barely get her toes on the edge of the chair which allowed her to take the strain off her nipples but she couldn’t keep them there long because of the strain on her legs.

“One final touch and I’m off to a good nights sleep.” He reached down and forcing her finger between Ms. Chink’s tightly bound thighs turned on the vibrator.

“Good night pet”.

He went up stairs to bed and left Ms. Chink tied in the living room with all the lights on and the video playing.

Ms. Chink struggled to keep the strain off her nipples by alternating holding her legs up and using her toes to rest her cramping thighs. She tried to ignore the buzzing deep in her pussy and the ache of her ass resting her entire weight on the nubbed pad. She could see herself fucking and sucking white boys on her TV and when she glanced at the entry way she saw herself in the mirror as she looked now. Her mind was overloaded but she had to concentrate on protecting her stretching nipples. Her discomfort was growing each minute but so far she was able to maintain herself. Suddenly out of the blue her body was wracked with an intense orgasm. Her legs slipped and she painfully pulled her nipples, which much to her dismay triggered another more intense orgasm. As the pain increased so did the intensity of her orgasms. By morning she was totally exhausted and her body was overwhelmed by the pain of her stretching nipples and the pleasure in her pussy which because it was so intense and so often was almost like a pain too.

When her white god came down she saw her pet soaked with sweat with her thighs quivering and the nubbed pad on the chair were cover with her juices. It was even dripping on the floor. Ms. Chink seemed to be in a daze. He released the hanger from the rope around her knees allowing her legs to fall to the floor and her nipples to draw back from their stretched length but she left the hanger attached to her nipples. Sliding her finger between her soaked thighs he turned off the buzzing vibrator. Next she removed the gag from her pet’s mouth.

“Your pet is sorry Mr. Simon.”

“Don’t you want to thank me?”

Your pet thanks you for teaching me the importance of complete obedience.”

Ms. Chink was so exhausted she passed out at this point.

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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