Ever since my divorce about a year ago, there came to me a complete transformation and my sexual appetite became insatiable. I’ve been constantly thinking about sex, and I’m constantly craving cocks. The allure of powerful white men, sadistic, rough, dominant, cruel, and violent, draws me to them like some delicious poison. I know the danger it entails, I know it may even be fatal to me, but I can’t stop.

“Like rats that ravin down their proper bane, a thirsty evil, when we drink, we die.” I’m like the rats Shakespeare describes and white men are my exterminators. They are here to exterminate me with their poison, and there is nothing I can do to stop them. My mouth is literally agape as I pant in desire, my pussy is wide open, my body fully exposed, shameless, slutty, whorish, slavish. I just can’t fight what my heart aches for.

I have had sex with hundreds of different guys, all white guys of course, but it was never enough. My pussy is constantly craving for more, and more risky sex. Regular sex no longer satisfied me. I needed to be treated like a sex slave. I needed and still need to confess my inferiority.

I signed up for a BDSM personal website and after extensive search, I decided to meet with someone.

We had our first date in a bar and we hit it off immediately. The chemistry was right. He was not as creepy as I had feared and I was incredibly turned on by how firm, assertive, and well dressed he was. He was a bit on the younger side, only 19 years old but he was attending an Ivy League school and he said his father worked on Wall Street. I’m in my 30s and divorced, but on the other hand, I have had sex with young white guys, and they had made me cum multiple times, and so I wasn’t completely opposed to the idea. I feel younger guys tend to be more dangerous, more passionate, more unpredictable, and at this moment, this was what I wanted. Besides, the fact that he came from a wealthy family seemed to reassure me.

After our very first rendezvous we decided to go back to his place and that was when the fun started.

He hailed a taxi and as soon as we both hopped into the backseat he started sliding his hands under my skirt and he gently brushed my thighs with his hands. I was a bit scared but I was also in the mood and I didn’t say anything. My silence was giving him consent and he got the signal so he became more emboldened and he pulled my legs apart and started running his fingers over my pussy through my panties.

Even though we met on a BDSM dating site, I absolutely hated the label BDSM and the BDSM community in general. They are constantly talking about consent, safe word, respect, etc. They might as well join the liberal progressive party and be queer. I don’t want consent. I don’t want safe word. I don’t want my master, my owner, my dom, or whatever, to respect me. I wanted to be treated like an inferior Asian whore.

I wore a lace thong panties with no back coverage and the two sides were tied together with tiny strands and the fabric was semi-transparent. It was one of my favorite panties and I wore it just for this occasion and when I felt his hands between my thighs instinctively I spread my legs and my miniskirt hitched up and I felt proud showing off my nice panties for him.

I was a willing participant, a traitor you might even say, in his assault against my femininity. I moved toward him to give him better access to my sex and I was leaning backward on the seat and I moaned softly and he said something to the effect of “Does it feel good you nasty whore?” Then he flipped my skirt up to around my waist and he pulled my panties down to my ankles exposing my pussy completely.

That was when the taxi driver turned around and he was staring right between my legs and he just smiled. He looked at my pussy and then looked at my face and then shot a look at my date and then went back to staring at my pussy. My date said sorry and asked him if this was bothering him and he just grinned, never taking his eyes off my pussy and then he said “noooo I love it.” The taxi driver was an Eastern European immigrant from Serbia or Yugoslavia (I don’t remember exactly which former Soviet countries) but he started chatting with my date as we drove and he was very excited.

He asked where he was from, where he picked me up, and he said that he loved Chinese pussies, and I was extremely flattered. I’m inferior, but that doesn’t mean that I’m not proud of my Chinese heritage. I love the fact that men seem to be turned on by my Chinese pussy.

The driver took every opportunity to turn around and watched my date finger fucking my Chinese pussy. Whenever there was a red light, he would just abruptly turn his head back and watch. I was worried that he might cause a car accident.

At some point he asked my date point-blank if I was a whore and my date said, “No, she is better. She is a slut. She fucks for free.”

Soon afterward he said that, about a minute or two, if I remember correctly and if my sense of time was still correct (which honestly was hard to guarantee since I was under the influence of alcohol), my top was pulled up, my bra flipped up and my tits were exposed. And his fingers, which had been working their magic on my pussy, reached upward and played with my nipples. He used another hand to tease and stretch my pussy lips, rub my clit, and probe every part of my most sensitive flesh.

Then after that he inserted his fingers inside my pussy. At first it was two, then three, and eventually he had all four fingers inside my pussy, only leaving his thumb out and you could tell that he was very experienced. The taxi driver asked him, “Are you fist-fucking the chink?” And he said yes.

I asked him how many Chinese pussies have you fist-fucked, and he just smiled and didn’t respond and then I asked him if he is an experienced connoisseur of pussies and he said, “yes, especially submissive Asian pussies.” At which point even the taxi driver snickered. He also said that he has fucked Chinese women before and he had fisted many of them. His hands were quite big and I was moaning in pain, but because my pussy have been stretched out by many big white cocks, I wasn’t completely overwhelmed. I could imagine a younger Chinese woman would be absolutely tormented by this kind of treatment.

I asked him how that was possible since he was so young, at the tender age of 19. “Are those women Chinese university students?” He told me he has already had three different Chinese girlfriends and he has traveled to China with his father on business trips many times before and that he had fucked hundreds of Chinese girls while he was in China.

He told me more stories about his sexual adventure in China. He told me that he loved making Chinese women cream in pain with his big white cock and his big white fist, and that he once made a virgin Chinese girl bleed from being fisted.

The drive wasn’t supposed to be long but it definitely seemed to take forever. I was deeply embarrassed and also turned on. He was exactly the kind of man I had always wanted: sadistic, cruel, unapologetic, and scary and when he hit my g spot I couldn’t help myself as I cummed on his fingers and I moaned really loud. I actually ended up having two orgasms with his fingers inside my stretched out pussy.

By the time the car stopped at our destination, my panties were stripped off of my legs. First it was at my knees, then at ankles. Then it was at my feet wrapped around my high heels. Eventually it was stripped off of me completely and stuffed into my mouth. My second orgasm came with my mouth being gagged with my own panties.

He suggested that I gave my panties to the taxi driver as a present and the taxi driver even thanked me and kissed my hand as I handed it over and he said that I put on such an amazing performance for him and he would never be able to forget it.

Then my date pushed me out of the car and I was standing in the middle of the street, with my skirt hitched up my waist, my top and bra pushed up, and my pussy, tits and ass were all on full display in public.

I have to admit I was inebriated and so my inhibition was definitely being hampered, but the cold night wind sobered me up and I felt my heart pound hard against my chest. I was having second thoughts about what I had gotten myself into but it was already too late. He came up to me from behind and grabbed my wrists and twisted them behind my back and he said that I belonged to him and that I was going to be his sex slave for an entire month.

I had, even prior to that night, made the determination that I was going to do this no matter what happened. My heart felt so empty. I was determined that even if he were a murderer, I would willingly fall to my doom.

He did pull my tops down as we entered his luxury condo complex but my panties were gone and also my bra was gone so I was literally walking around in commando mode.

That night we drank a little bit more alcohol while we were in his condo and then we had wild mind-blowing sex that involved a lot of bondage, pet play, humiliation, suspension, whipping, spanking, nipple torture and much more, and it was just the first night of many such nights to come.

II

The seven days that I’ve spent with him was honestly the hottest seven days I’ve ever experienced in my entire life and it has sealed, consummated my destiny, my fate, my desire to become the kind of slut that I’m now. It was crazy, passionate, and orgasmic. What I did not expect was just how virile the young white man was. He literally cummed on average six to seven times every day and his cum has become the most stable diet of my nourishment in those seven days.

On a typical day I was naked, chained, and not allowed to go outside of his condo and when he came home, he always rushed toward me, kicked me, slapped me, and then grabbed me by the hair and threw me on the floor and within seconds had his cock raw inside my pussy or ass.

He would take just a few pumps before he was cumming deep inside me. After he cumed, he let go of the chain around my waist. There was a padlock and only he had the key. The chain was more than a hundred feet long and the other end was chained to the foot of his bed. I walked around in his house inhibited mostly, cooking, exercising, cleaning, etc.

After he takes off my chain he takes out the collar and leash, put the collar around my neck, click the leash to the collar and lead me crawling to the dining room where I have prepared his dinner. I’m expected to be on my knees sucking his cock as he ate his dinner. I ate his cum for dinner.

In about an hour, he cummed down my throat just as he finished his dinner. I now had his cum leaking out of my pussy or ass and his cum inside my tummy and afterward I cleaned the table, rinsed the dishes and put them in the dish washer, but my ordeal for the night was just about to start.

My master now goes into the living room, where the TV is connected to his PC, and he starts browsing for porn. Depending on his whim, he either uses me as his foot stool (where I have to prostrate with my ass up and face down and he rests his feet over my arched ass) or I’m ordered to worship his feet. I lick his feet, coat his toes with my saliva and stick my tongue into the areas between his toes and I praise his feet. I tell him how much I love licking his big white feet. I said things like “Oh my god, the smeeeell of your big sweaty feet makes me cum,” and I would rub my clit as I said this.

And as for the porn that is playing on TV, whatever he sees in the porn that night, I have to replicate what he sees in real life. To simulate gang bang for instance, I have to get three dildos, have one inside my mouth, one inside my ass, and use my hand to hold another one, and then I have to hop on the fucking machine with my pussy and he controls the fucking machine and I have to say things like “I love being gangbanged” as the fucking machine fucks me senseless. Honest god, I think this is why I love young white men so much. They have to much libido and they have so much imagination. While an older guy would have been satisfied with just plain fucking, my young white master was always thinking of new ways to entertain himself, and I loved it.

Then there is the bondage. My master loves bondage and he has brought Japanese bondage ropes and he practiced on me everyday. We watched a lot of Japanese bondage videos together as well and after watching them I’m always tied up in various humiliating positions similar to what he saw in the pornos and then he whipped me with his belt. He whips my tits, my ass, my pussy, my back, my thighs, my feet, just about every part of my body. And no matter where he whips me, the end result is always the same: my skin is flayed and my pussy is on fire. I myself have always been interested in bondage, and it was like a dream come true to be tied up for the man I love.

The most humiliating part is when he invites friends to come over and watch me being tied up and whipped. My stomach is always churning like crazy when that happens and my heart beat is so crazy it’s like I’m ready to do a bungee jump off a cliff. He charges his friends to watch me being punished and I don’t know how much money he made from this because he keeps all the money and he doesn’t allow any of them to take pictures or videos. He tells them that I’m a prostitute he brought from Chinatown or make up some other things just to humiliate me. Another time he told his friends that I’m the trophy wife his dad brought back from China.

At some point after watching porn and doing all the simulation of whatever porn he watched, the third creampie happens. It can be either inside my pussy or my ass, depending on his mood. I want to make note that by the third day of my slavery, I’ve become anal only. He would only fuck me in the ass, and he started torturing my pussy to amuse himself. He put big clamps on my pussy lips and clit, and he inserted various objects inside my pussy. First it was cucumbers, then it was egg plant, and beer bottles. Eventually he started to insert his baseball bat inside my pussy. He also used lit cigars to burn my pussy and when I was making too much noise, he gagged me with his dirty socks to prevent me from screaming.

After my torment which would last anywhere from a hour to several hours after dinner, my young master takes me to shower where I have to bath him. First I let the water run in the bathtub, making sure the water temperature is just right. Then he strides into the bathroom with his hairy, mascular, long legs, stands over the tub and then slowly immerses himself inside, and I wash his body with a towel.

After his body is thoroughly wetted, I lather body wash on my breasts and wash his body. I also lather soap on my pussy and use my pussy to rub against his arms, legs, stomach, and of course, his cock. Near the end of the shower, I suck his cock, and if he cums, I swallow.

My master’s cum is very precious to me and I’ve been trained to never waste any of his cum, and so I try to catch it all in my mouth and even after he cums, I leave my mouth suckered on his cock for some time so I can catch every last drop out of his cock.

After the shower, that’s when I get to drink his piss. He stands over the toilet, and I lean my head forward and very close to his penis and as soon as his piss starts flowing, I catch it in my mouth and I catch as much as I can. For the piss-drinking part, I started my training by the second day of my slavery. First I was ordered to drink my own piss. He had me lay flat on my back, then pushed my ass and pussy over to my face, and ordered me to piss on myself. I did it several times and eventually I got used to the smell of my own piss and then I was upgraded to drink his piss.

Of course at first I felt disgusted and I cried. But after drinking my own piss and drinking my master’s piss everyday for seven days straight, I’m now used to the smell and taste of piss. It’s a lot like drinking alcohol. At first you taste it and it’s bitter and foul-tasting, but the more you drink it, the more you become used to it and at some point you actually start to like the taste. I still drink my own piss now even though I’m no longer owned. I do this just so I could relive my short-lived slave life.

In fact, let me just mention that when I get fucked by my young white master, I always end up having multiple orgasms. Even when he tied me up, whipped me, beat me and tortured me, I’ve always been brought to mind blowing orgasms, often without any sexual penetration.

I would say that the beatings made me cum. I love being beaten and I love being tortured.

One time, he had me tied up in such a way that my legs were spread wide apart in a spread eagle position, and my hands and arms were stretched way above my head, and he started whipping my tits and then, out of where, he brought the whip down to my pussy and squarely landed the blow on my clit. Immediately after I started screaming “I’m cumming. Oh my god. I’m cumming. Please stop, I’m cumming.”

And of course he didn’t stop, and he whipped me several more times and I ended up having a multiple orgasm from being whipped on my pussy and when he eventually released me I collapsed on the floor, exhausted from all the orgasm I was having.

After I bath my master and drink his piss, I clean myself up and then give him a full body massage with scented oil. And after the massage, my dance training starts. There is a strip pole installed in the master bedroom and I dance for him on the strip pole. When my master is not at home, I spend my free time studying stripteasing and everyday I have to show progress in my stripteasing skills. I always dance to the most popular music we find on TikTok and he has saved a bunch of videos of me dancing naked for him.

And if my master thinks I’m not doing a good job, I get another round of whipping. He holds always either his belt or a whip (which is inherited from his dad) when he watches me dance. He says his dad has a harem of Asian slaves, most of whom were brought from his trips to China, and he used the same whip to control and dominate his Asian slaves.

After the strip teasing, I have to put on a masturbation show for him, and he likes to keep something inside my ass when I do the masturbation show for him, like the handle of a broom stick.

After the masturbation show ends, he takes whatever was stuck inside my ass out, gives me a spanking or a whipping until he is fully hard and he fucks my ass. And cums inside me another time.

By then it’s usually midnight and we are ready for sleep. As we dole off to sleep, he listens to the erotica I recorded for him. During the day, he sends me his favorite erotica and I do audio recordings of the erotica for him.

Throughout the night, I keep his cock next to my mouth and I would kiss it, lick it as we doze off to sleep.

My master likes to have his face buried into my pussy and so we always sleep in the 69 position.

I guess up to now you have noticed that my master cums quite frequently in one night but I would also like to add that throughout the whole time I have probably had anywhere from 20 to 50 orgasms. My master was keeping me in such an excited state of sexual arousal that I was just about willing to do anything for him. And it was happening everyday.

Also I want to mention that by the time my master wake up the next morning, I most likely will receive another batch of cum from him and so in total I get anywhere between five or six loads of cum from him on a daily basis and I swallow all of them. Even the loads that are deposited inside my pussy or ass, I always scoop them out and eat them in front of him.

All my sex sessions had been videotaped, but only my owner have them and he and he alone is the exclusive owner of them. I have asked them if it’s okay for me to have them but he has not said anything. I have also done lots of audio recordings for him. Again he has kept most of them. I think the reason he doesn’t want me to have those videos is because in a lot of the videos you can clearly see my body covered in bruises and he doesn’t want people to misunderstand what was happening.

And no, I’m no longer owned. He has moved on to other women and he said that he is only willing to fuck me again if I brought him another woman. As a token keepsake, he had given me the collar that I wore during those 7 days and I always wear it. It makes me feel sexy and it makes me feel special.

In the future I plan to work in a strip club because I’ve been practicing strip teasing for so long that I just want to see how good I really am, and of course, my master will always be able to get lap dances from me for free. I also plan to have my master’s name or at least just the initials tattooed somewhere on my body just to show that I’m his property—to show my devotion to him as his sex slave. Even though he is no longer my master. But I don’t know if this is acceptable or not because he comes from a very privileged family and I’ve been told that I’m not allowed to mention his name in public. I know I’m not worthy of his love. I’m only good as his slave. And it makes me happy. In way that I have felt before. It makes me feel so alive.

I love the beatings I received from my master. I deserve it.