Confession of an inferior Asian slave

This inferior Asian whore knows she was born to worship big white cocks with her mouth, pussy and ass.

For a sadistic and cruel white master, petite East Asian females are the ideal types of slaves he should look for.”

There is something unique about East Asians that makes dominating them iressistable and incredibly exiciting.”

I had been owned and collared for over a year now. My white master had been involved in D/S relationships for 15 years and had owned and trained over dozens of female slaves/submissives, mostly of whom were Asian. While living in Singapore, he had kept several 24/7 live-in Chinese slaves/servants, the longest of those lasted for more than three years.

He was very selective with the women he would get involved with, by choosing only women who are capable of following rules, protocols, guidelines, and rituals, and who understand the importance of slave training and conditioning (both psychological and physical).

Of my accepttance of my place, as his subjuguate, as beneath him, as nothing more than an inferior servant whose only place is to serve, please and be used and trtured for his benefit; and of my rejection of the misnotion of equaity, and the lies of modern social norms, in that I understood it would take hard work, dedication and a good deal of pain and suffering to be molded into the best possible slave—for certain people—East Asian people—are better suited to live as slaves and servants; their lives should and are better served to revolve around pleasing their masters—white men of European descent; and Asians are the epitome of such slave material, and so should be rightfully owned controlled and trained by their superior white owners—I’m proud to say, as a Japanese woman who is capable of deep submission, obedience, respect and capable of surrendering herself as property to a white man, I was chosen.

She is inferior in every way and she needs daily ass beatings to remind her who’s the superior white master and who’s the inferior asian cum dump.

My white master began by having me wear a modified underwear with a built-in vibrator that he controlled remotely through an app on his smart phone.

I wore this all day and all night and he controlled the vibrations at his leisure throughout the day … no one knew I was wearing it but it did take a lot of practice to get used to it at work and in public. It was my first step in experiencing being owned and losing control on a physical level, knowing that I had to completely surrender my sex, my pleasure, and my orgasm … to be completely at the mercy of someone else.

Administering physical and psychological training in different aspects of service and submission

Almos everyday I received heavy punishment in the form of bondage, humiliation and beatings. I was given training in domestic servitude, cock-sucking, sex-slavery, and ritualistic worship. When expectations and requirements are not met, cruelty were doled out.

Once we met in his office, I was stripped naked.

And I changed into my slave attire, which included a leash, a collar, ankle and wrist cuffs, nipple clamps, and a custom fitted female chastity belt where he could insert dildos and vibrators in my ass and pussy with remote controls. The ankle and wrist cuffs were so I could be conveniently put into shackles and stockades, or be chained in cages, or restrained to other torture devices.

Then, I spent an hour kneeling on the floor, bowing and reciting my slave mantra like a monk who had forsaken the world to live in a self-imposed cloister …

For an entire week we focused on domestic training. I had to rehearse various tasks of cleaning, folding clothes, serving drinks, cooking and being used as a human furniture. During a party, my master had a serving tray strapped to my body, and put a gag in my mouth that was actually a cup holder. I would stand in the center of the room, silent, with perfect posture holding everyone’s drink on the tray.


“There is nothing more important to an object than the need to serve.”

Not onlyd did I just do cleaning, cooking, and other domestic chores, but I also practiced posture-training to different slave positions, monitored my reponse time to verbal cues/orders, when and how to speak, attitude, eye-contact, crawling and kneeling. I was trained hard to his satisfaction that they became a second nature to me. I did everything while demonstrating deep respect and gratitude knowing that oterwise I would suffer consequences of punishment that included whipping, caning, slapping, bondage, humiliation and many other different torture methods.

I understood it was for my benefit and it ws my only chance to serve an experienced white master.

This inferior Asian whore has no right in the home of her superior white master, and will remain naked at all times except for a collar and leash.

After domestic training, I was given cock sucking training, according to my master, this was the same kind of traiing that’s given to Asian prostitutes in brothels.

On the first day, contrary to what I had expected, I wasn’t even allowed to be sucking on a real cock. I spent hours just practicing on a dildos. I was taught how to deep throat, controlling my gag reflex, demonstrating enthusiasm; verbal praise of penis, sucking with gags in my mouth, various cock-sucking positions to control the length of time for a cock to ejaculate, “hand techniques/no hand, ball sucking technique, licking your lips, swallowing with attitude …”

The next day I spent a few hours watching videos of other Asian slaves sucking cock. I was chained to a chair with headphones strapped to my head and forced to watch these videos on repeat. Likewise at the end of the day, I had to watch some videos of extreme BDSM and hardcore torture. With his other live-in slaves, he had actually made them watch video recordings of him beating them. They were forced to watch themselves screaming, crying and begging for mercy on repeat for hours on end. This was done regularly to remind them what happened when they did not follow rules and to remind them of their place.

Only after I had meticulously honed my skills, which lasted for days, was I given the permission to suck on a real cock. And my dom was ruthless. He made sure to make my throat the most miserable.

Ahis cock sucking training involved quite a bit of humiliation, verbal humiliation, face slapping, hair pulling, and the like. For instance, in the coursework description, which he had given to every Asian slave he owned, it was written: “Your white master has ruthless inhibition when it comes to making the most miserable littel throat doll I can. That means there will be some very sloppy wet face fucking with you gagging, drooling, and slobbering all over my cock. You will learn to beg like a hungry animal for my cock and you should know I’m meticulous about having my shaft and scrotum licked until it’s glistening. I am also meticulous about how you lick the thick mess up and how you tell me it is the most delicious thing you have ever tasted.”

She will get chastity piercings so you can lock up her sweet Asian pussy while you are at work. I would not be expected to masturbate myself. When my white master is horny, I’m horny.

I crossed the bridge and it was very different than anything I’ve ever imagined or known in my life until that point. There was no limit, no safe word … I lived every second of my life from that point on as a domestic servant, a sex slave, and a whippint post that was used and abused for his and his (white) girlfriend’s pleasure.

In addition to being owned by my white master, I had to report to his girlfriend. She was my mistress, “a white goddess”, in the words of my white master, and she had final say over everything and oftentimes even over my white master. I followed her orders, learned to worship her, serve her, please her, just as I served my white master

She was an extreme sadist, even more sadistic than my white master, but at the same time she was classy, elegant, sophisticated, and smart. She greatly enjoyed humiliating her Asian slaves. But, most important of all, my white master did whatever she demanded.

For instance, if she want me beaten for several hours until I am screaming, crying, and beggin for mercy then my white master would carry out whatever punishments she decided for me. I learned to worship her feet deeply as I had often spent long hours rubbing lotion on her feet, massaging her feet and washing her feet. Sometimes I also had to lick her feet, an “oral foot bath,” according to my owners.

As their live-in slave, I was never allowed to eat with my white master and white mistress. I would server them dinner and only eat after they were done and I was never allowed to eat from the table, but only from a dog bowl on the floor.

After dinner, the rest of the night included more chores, more slave-training, and whatever other chores they had at their disposal. For example, when my white mistress got back form the gym, I was required to bath her in the shower and then give her foot massage. I was given extensive training to become her pesonal foot slave, as all their previous Asian slaves were specifically trained in this regard. Trainings included not just foot worship, such as the aforementioned “oral foot bath”, “foot massage”, but also general foot care, such as toe-nail polish, nail clipping, being used as a foot stool, washing and bathing her feet, foot soaks using pedi-eggs, drinking her foot bath water; bowing, kissing , praying at her feet, cleaning her shoes, etc. etc.

My white master would stand behind me and whip me with his leather belt night after night until I have learned to suck, clean, and woship every inch of her gorgoues lily-white feet with all proper protocols and demonstrating deep respect, passion, and gratitude.

I will get laser hair removal so my Asian pussy will be permanently smooth and hairless.

As a fellow female, I had nothing but deep appreciation of my white goddess’s flawless and stunning looks. Her absolutely perfect legs and feet deserved to be worshipped and I was so blessed to be worshipping her.

Later during the night, when I had done with all my chores, work, service, clean up, and foot massage/worship I may be privileged to spend the evening with my white master and my white goddess.But I was let allowed to sit with them on the couch. I was kneeling at their feet or serving both of them as their foot stool.

Another part of my slavery that I would love to share with you is that I was required to wear a chastity device that had actually been pierced in. There is some company that does the design and the piercings. It was called a clitorial shield, and it was designed to prevent female orgasm while still allowing vaginal penetration. I was often fucked mercilessly for hours and be on the verge of orgasming but never be able to have one. The only way I would have one is if my white master removed the barbells that he had a key for. Once the bars were removed I would be able to have the contractions necessary to have an orgasm.

You can not imagine what it was like to always be on the verge of orgasm … wanting so badly to have one but your body simply cannot have one. Of all the methods of cruelty, my white master says and I agree, this is actually the most effective at instilling obedience in Asian slaves, by liberating their sexualilty, turning them into wanton sluts, and then curtailing their sexual freedom and transforming them into volunatary sex slaves.

My white master says, “I have seen some of the sickest crying, moaning, screaming, tantrums and desperate begging to be released as they are fucked into oblivion. Any Asian slave I have kept in this has learned to provide impeccable service and deep worship that is almost spiritual … they have truly been molded into slaves in every sense.

After wearing the clitorial shield for a month, I was upgraded to the second device, which was a female chastity device with multiple labia piercings. The device was pierced in over my entire pussy to prevent access with a master padlock that kept everything securely in place. With this there was not way to access to my pussy at all and so in stead my white master would simply fuck me in the ass.

And this was how I was used … after that I never experienced any penetration in my pussy ever again as long as I was his slave. Everytime I was fucked, I was only fucked in the ass as I watched my beautiful white mistress having the best sex of her life.

I will get tattooed with my master’s name so everyone will know this inferior asian slave is owned property belonging to a superior white master.

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.

9 thoughts on “Confession of an inferior Asian slave”

    1. Why beat a girl when you can use her arse? Waste of energy on someone who won’t appreciate it.

      Earn your pain like a good girl

    2. Yes, all asian like me are designed by God to obey & beaten by white men…. I accepted my status as the slave of white men

    3. Not true…he is a beast if he does…women are to be cherished n loved w RESPECT and dignity! IF they ask for certain responses from a mate willingly that is another matter but the line on abuse is between lover discussion to draw the line where to stop or start. The best sex is lovingly done!

  1. Yes, all asian like me are designed by God to obey & beaten by white men…. I accepted my status as the slave of white men

  2. Not true…he is a beast if he does…women are to be cherished n loved w RESPECT and dignity! IF they ask for certain responses from a mate willingly that is another matter but the line on abuse is between lover discussion to draw the line where to stop or start. The best sex is lovingly done!

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