Ever since I was a little girl growing up in Japan, I had often wanted to be tied up and handled roughly by boys. I liked it when boys hit me, slapped me, and made rough horseplay on me, tugging my hair, pushing my head into the water fountain. I pretended to be angry or annoyed but deep inside I enjoyed the kind of humiliation and torment being inflicted upon me. I always knew I was naturally submissive and when I came to the States, being surrounded by big, strong, white men made me realize how tiny and inferior I was and I had always wanted to be able to find a white master and call myself his slave. I’m obsessed with white men and it’s a fascination that can be traced back all the way to the very incipient of my sexuality. 

When it finally happened I didn’t know what to expect but I also knew the feeling of finally becoming owned would really change me.  One thing I noticed was that I became less selfish. I used to only think of myself, but after becoming owned, literally the first thing waking up and the last thing going to sleep was the thoughts of my white master. I can’t get him out of my head and I can’t get enough of his big white cock inside my pussy. I can’t get enough of being punished by him either. I ask him to spank me, whip me, I crawl around in the living room with a collar and a leash. I do everything I can do to please him and every minute when I was not with him I felt like I was going to lose my mind. And I suppose this is why it’s so important to have someone who is okay with being obsessed with, because I was literally obsessed with him.

I also had to expose myself completely before him, knowing that every part of my body belonged to him. He examines all my orifices like a medical doctor, prying my pussy open with clips, poking various objects into my vaginal openings. Stretching my nipples out and attaching bells on them.

And I exposed myself to strangers at his command, whenever and however he wanted. I remember we were at a BDSM event once and I had to be completely naked in front of everyone. At the time I was only 19 years old and I was tied up, spanked, and displayed like a trophy for my white master.  I was really scared but my white master was very responsible and tender and I didn’t feel unsafe at any time. And best of all was he was never judgmental or anything.

But enough with the caveats and the presumptions and all the safety cautions, being a slave is so much fun! And being owned by a white man is a fulfillment that I had always dreamed of. Being able to serve white men is like a dream come true and I feel I serve incredibly meaningful purpose in life. 

There is no going back for me. I’m a slave and I love my white master. I love obeying his every command and there is literally nothing better in this world than coming home and being a good slut while having a shoulder to cry on when you need it.