This is a real challenge . Why it is so challenging? Because there are many psychological factors at play. Would you really be keen—in this dogmatic day and age—to expose your wife/girlfriend in full display, out in public, of her obedience and subordinance to you? I am sure many would hesitate. Not only will such behavior be frowned upon by the general public, but those Asian females will experience intense shame when their private sub-ordinance is displayed in front of all.
But what we really have to look at is the huge amount of positives that we are going to gain if we do small sacrifices from our part. When more Asian women and White men start embracing this lifestyle slowly and gradually the fingers that are pointing towards us will drop. So how we are going to go about it?
I have divided this essay in three parts. In the first part we will analyse some patterns of Asian behavior. In the second part we will discuss the psychological factors at play, to give you a deeper understanding. Finally, in the third part we will present reframing Asian identity as a powerful behavior altering tool.
It is natural that many Asian women become interested in WMAF relationships by witnessing their girlfriends, observing their handsome godlike white sex partners, their lovable manner, their respect of women and their moral authority.
When they ask for an explanation, their friend is usually glad to describe her experiences with WMAF relationship and her obedience, and how she has learned to love his domination and its many benefits. Many times, a woman will be so excited during the first stages of her obedience that she will be unable to discuss anything else, and soon enough all her acquaintances will know. This is contributing to a large extent to the rapid spread of WMAF households and circles.
Indeed, it is highly therapeutic for an Asian to sit silently while her husband or boyfriend proudly discloses the most intimate details of her subordination, among his usual manly guffaws and laughters, as if showing off his latest trophy.
The female is usually very tense when her subservience is being publicly discussed, especially when in the presence of other Asian females. During the initial stages she will feel a sense of fear. After the fact, however, many women notice a definite softening in their own mannerisms and behavior, which is quite pleasant. Though most men ignore the psychological mechanisms at play most intuitively understand that showing off Asian female’s passivity enhances the white male ego.
Interestingly, the tension vanishes after the female’s condition has been exposed a few times before the same individuals. All is out in the open now, and she has nothing further to fear from the group. Suddenly, another type of behavior is observed, provided the man keeps talking positively about her manners and progress. When fear has subsided, Asian women generally try to live up to the reputation you have created for them, and try to display their best behavior in front of guests. This sort of voluntary compliance is a primary objective in any type of WMAF relationships.
Pride and shame are emotions that were engineered by nature with the sole purpose of allowing an individual to be alerted to sudden changes of status and popularity. Pride alerts one that one’s popularity is on the rise; it is a pleasurable sensation because it indicates that one should repeat whatever one has done. Shame alerts one that one’s popularity is declining; it is an unpleasant sensation because it indicates that the current behavior will be deleterious, hence one should cease this activity .
Pride and shame can be real or imagined; it is possible to envision a particular situation and gauge whether this will result in pride or shame or neither. Again this is nature’s way of allowing us to navigate the social landscape creating alliances and avoiding ostracism and isolation, an event which evolutionarily had a high rate of fatality.
Training of your Asian female should be based on exploiting such existing emotions, not changing them or blocking them, as this is never possible. Emotions allow us to interact directly with lower brain layers and bypass the rational mind. Controlling a woman’s emotions means controlling her behavior.
Making a display of Asian female’s submission formalizes it by integrating it into a real racial social isomorphism. As in any racial social isomorphism many emotions kick in, including pride and shame. Although Asian submission is becoming increasingly popular among white males, in most racial social settings it is still not customary to make an overt display of it. Therefore the first mechanism that will be triggered in the Asian’s mind is anxiety. Anxiety will slowly turn into shame, because of fear. Red cheeks and giggles, which signify that the object of anxiety has been singled out for attention and is being closely scrutinized, will also contribute to precipitating anxiety into shame.
It is common for Asians to become completely silent at this point, especially if it’s their first time; your Asian may even “freeze” or become unresponsive. This is not a problem, because the real goal is not to obtain any cooperation on her part. The important point is that while your Asian is experiencing intense shame her subconscious mind will be totally occupied with the social consequences of her exposure. Therefore any other stimulus will be registered without any filtering.
The stimulus that a shamed Asian will absorb without any filtering in this case is her objectification. As her subconscious mind tries to process the ramifications of her exposure, she will be completely oblivious to the fact that she has become a mere object. An object of display, of curiosity; she is helpless – by actions or words – to change the focus and object of everyone’s attention and remains there, silent and helpless, like a newborn child surrounded by curious and intrusive adults.
This results in a “loss of agency”, that is, a situation in which she is no longer an agent in the world but a thing which is acted upon. The psychological effect of this loss of agency is a kind of identity change. The reason this effect is so intense is because this is not happening in an ordinary situation, in which the logical mind would retain a sense of agency and try to cope with the circumstances. Rather, it all occurs in the midst of a highly emotional state, which tags the experience as very relevant and promotes its integration at deep levels of the mind. This sudden change in the Asian’s perceived role in the world, together with a certain manifestation of the Stockholm Syndrome, explain why most white men experience a pleasant afterglow of deference and affection from their Asians after they have taken them through a traumatic moment of anxiety by making their condition public.
The Asian loses her fear when her submissive status has been thoroughly exposed, understood and acknowledged.
I do not recommend interacting with your Asian during an exposure episode. Do not ask her to do things, nor request her opinion or a verbal confirmation of what you are saying. Remember: she is the object. Be completely oblivious of her presence as you disclose intimate details of her training and condition. Her silence will be understood to imply agreement. Let the feeling sink in, and do not distract her. This is an intense moment for her though you can’t see it.
With regards to the “switch” that happens in the Asian once she has gotten used to being displayed in front of a certain group, it is interesting to note how one powerful emotion gives way to another. The Asian loses her fear when her submissive status has been thoroughly exposed, understood and acknowledged. When this element of shame has been overcome, pride will take control, and the Asian will go to great lengths to live up to the reputation you have given her. It was shameful enough to be exposed as a servant. It could be even more humiliating to be later found to be a mediocre one!
Make Her Proud to Serve:
It goes without saying that, given the many beneficial effects, you should aim at letting everyone know about your Asian’s obedience. Create a formidable reputation which she will be afraid of ruining by being rude or uppity. Present her as the most helpful, well mannered wife/girlfriend you have ever met.
As the Asian learns to fight to preserve her reputation as the “most obedient”, “most attentive” slave, or the “girlfriend who never ever talks back to you”, something important will happen. The Asian will begin to associate her sense of pride to the quality of her service, which is key to long-lasting obedience.
As you reveal your Asian’s subordinate role, you should not be afraid of embarrassing her. She must confront her fears and come to terms with the reality of her condition in order for reframing to happen. Although there is no harm in inflicting on your Asian a very high degree of humiliation, you should never talk about her submission in terms which may be regarded as derogatory or diminishing of her status. This would be against training principles, because the Asian would register submission as a negative trait and try to avoid it, or at least hide it in public. Instead, make it clear to your Asian that her submission is enhancing her social status and is something to be proud of.
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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5 thoughts on “Promoting WMAF (White male Asian female) Relationships: Reframing Asian identity”
Your life is an amazing story! It’s a shame your sister couldn’t make it through adolescence. If an asian girl can make it through that, then any can find happiness serving a white man.
A good summary and analysis.
Having owned three Asians in the past 25 yrs.. I can attest to the fact that breaking them of their shyness has to be done carefully. The end result was desired is her pride in being owned and used and serving. One of the methods I have used: when in the presence of another WMAF couple is having my Asian get undressed and laying on the floor with her legs spread and masturbating for me in the presence of the others. As always she’s not allowed to come unless she asks my permission which I give gladly in this circumstance.
I would like to discuss with other owners of Asian females if they have seen any marked difference between Chinese/Korean/Japanese? As to their susceptibility to submit and serve white?
I have experience only with Chinese and Korean to date
I have experience with all asian women.
Chinese, Mongolian, HK, Indo, Filipino, Japanese, Viet, Malay, Singaporean, Korean, Cambodian, Thai, Indian. All here in Sydney. ALL are first date whores. Koreans maybe most difficult to date, but theyre uninhibited sluts once they do date a white guy.
Most love revenge fucking white guys to get back at their asshole shrimp dicked asian husbands/bf. That revenge ends up being an addiction to bwc and its not unusual for an out going white Sydney guy to run up to 6 asian side fucks at a time. Sydney really is an asian fucktoy smorgasbord for western men. I can vouch for that.