I love big white cock. I love touching myself thinking about big white cock.
As my sister and I hung from our wrists, with our legs wide open, one of the men climbed up to remove our gags. They wanted to hear “the slaves’ screaming” when punishment was delivered. We worked to loosen our jaws and then begged to be let down. We had had enough of this humiliation and just wanted to leave.
But no one listened to our pleas.
Someone brought in paddles and whips, which were laid at my bare feet. Both my sister and I cried, knowing what was about to happen to us. We were going to get whipped and spanked for touching ourselves without permission.
“But why were these people doing this to us inferior Asian whores? Don’t they know if you showed Asian girls your big white cocks we Asian sluts simply woldn’t be able to control ourselves? Especially when it’s those big, muscular, superior white guys.”
Hector announced that everyone would take a turn and each person had five strokes apiece to “punish the sluts.” He would go first and he started with me.
“SSSSMAAAACK” as the first blow with a paddle landed on my naked Asian ass.
“AAAGH, NOOO!” I screamed, but it didn’t do any good as Hector continued his assault on my naked ass. He landed all five blows of the paddle on my ass cheeks and then moved to my sister. He did the same with her, using the paddle, swinging it hard.
“SSSSMAAAACK” came the sound, along with a loud “NO”,
Finally Hector had delivered his five to each one of us and put the paddle back. Next came Derek who started with my sister, but he picked the whip instead. He tested it in the air and made it SNAP right behind her naked ass. We both jumped as best as we could when we heard the noise, but nothing hit us.
Then my sister let out a blood curdling scream as the whip found its mark on her already sore ass. It sounded like a gunshot when it hit her.
Her screams cut off the sound of the whip, “OWWW, AAAGH!”
But Derek continued with the whip, placing the next three on her naked ass and then it stopped. He took careful aim and brought the fifth one right up between her legs, landing it on her wet pussy. Her screams were deafening to the ears.
“NO! NO! NO!”
“NOOO!” She yelled.
Derek just laughed and moved to me as I was crying from both ends. Tears running from my eyes and juice running from my hot Asian cunt. I didn’t know why, but this turned me on and I fought hard to keep from cumming again.
The whip found its mark on my bare ass and I also screamed when it kissed my ass. But I also came at the same time. I hoped no one noticed because if they did, they would probably continue with my punishment.
Derek did the same to me as he had to my sister. Four on my naked ass and the last one between my legs righ on my swollen pussy. God how that hurt, but I also came once again.
“Yes.” I murmured.
My sister heard what I had said and wondered how I could cum when being tortured. She didn’t understand, at least not yet. She hadn’t been a slave for as long as me, but would soon realize just how turned on an inferior Asian slave got from the pain inflicted by a superior white man.
David went next, using the paddle for three hits on our asses and the whip on our titties. They were getting red all over and had welts on places no one would ever thought possible.
After David finished, all the others took their turns with the paddle and whip and we both were screaming.
While my sister was screaming in pure agony, the other inferior Asian slave—me–was not just in agony and also in excruciating pain and humiliation of non-stop orgasm. Finally the punishments stopped and we hung from our sore wrists as we heard Derek, David, Hector and Victor talking.
They were talking about what to do with me, since they already knew what my sister was going to get.
Hector was saying, “I think her clit needs a nice ring in it so she can be led around by it.”
I could tell that his words were getting slurred. He had been drinking all evening and was now quite drunk. He might do anything to me in this condition.
Then David said, “Well, I was thinking of another area. You know that thin wall between her ass and cunt. I think that would look nice with a ring it, too.”
Derek stepped in and said, “But a nice nose ring would also be good. The kind you can put in and remove when you are done. Something like a metal sleeve that can be permanently installed, but you are able to remove the ring.”
I could not believe my ears. I would soon be a freak, unable to ever see my parents again. Unable to walk into my previous job. Unable to do anything but satisfy the wishes of those sadistic evil white men who owned, controlled, enslaved, and tortured me. And yet I was so horny. My Asian pussy was red and swollen and pulsated as juice continued to flow down my thighs.
Victor laughed and said, “Why don’t we do all of it before we work on the other whore.”
They all liked this idea of Victor’s and called Matt over to see if he could do it all. He listened to what they wanted and said, “I can do everything but the thing in her nose. But if you want to do it later, I know a guy who can do it for you.”
Hector and David looked at each other with big smiles. Hec said, “Is it OK if we do her clit first and then do the other part. Maybe we can connect the two together when it’s all done.”
“Great idea, Hec, let’s get started so we can enjoy watching this other slut get marked for ownership,” replied David.
“She is all yours now, Matt!”
Matt got out his tool and the next thing I felt was a clamp on my clit. He had put it right at the end and then added some weights to it so my clit was pulled out and down.
I cried out in pain as the clamp was put on as my engorged Asian clit extended even more. It had never been abused like this before and it hurt. But even though it hurt, my Asian pussy was dripping. The more horrible things they did to me, the hotter and wetter I got.
They left me alone while Matt got the rest of the tools ready and I started thinking back to what had happened to my life so far.
“First, the captain had me blackmailed. Then he had my precious Asian pussy lips pierced so he could lock them up so I couldn’t fuck anyone without his permission. Then I had to give my house up to that evil white misitress Judy and learn to eat another woman’s cunt. I had my ears pierced and a padlock installed to show that I was a slave. A collar around my neck and led by a leash. I had been forced to be out in public naked. I had been forced into an all male prison and was gangbanged by every male prisoner inside. Then I was sold like a piece of meea at an auction. Then they kidnapped my Asian sister. Just after I had my nipples pierced and enlarged, they made me orgasm from being whipped … and now, they plan on putting a ring in my clit … and even the thin membrane between my ass and cunt.”
But all of this thinking made me so hot that I had an orgasm without even being touched.
“What an inferior Asian slut I am. I will always just be a slut, a slave … “ I thought to myself.
Suddenly I was jolted out of my thoughts by someone pulling down on the weights attached to my extended clit. And then the pain hit me as Matt shoved a needle right through my clit.
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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