Asian Slave Application #2506011

Name: Ling Chen

Email: hidden [Sorry guys, but I got too many emails and I can’t read all of them. If you are sincere, please let’s chat in the comment section first and if I think there is chemistry, I will ask the moderator to send you my email address. I think once we are at the stage where we want to communicate via emails that will be when we can exchange more private information such as phone number, address, city of residence, DOB, etc. ]

Social Media: reddit.com/user/little_asian99

Introduce yourself.

I was born a chink, and a chink like me is not made to be respected. I was born to kneel, crawl, and serve my superior white masters. I crave to be spat on, beaten, humiliated, and fucked without mercy. Society tells me my thoughts are sick, perverted, and morally reprehensible, but the more I repress those thoughts, the more thirsty I became.

I don’t want empowerment. I don’t want equality. I want to have a purpose and meaning in life, and long have I looked, the only meaningful purpose I have found is to become owned, broken and used by a white man.

White American feminists can keep their idiotic miserable delusions. I’m proud to be obedient. I’m proud to be subservient. I’m proud to be inferior. I crave superior white men’s hands as they are tightening around my throat as I thank them for abusing me. I want white men’s boots on my back and their palms slapping my ass until I pass out.

I was made for this, made to be inferior, made to be a chink ruled over in a world created by white men.

Where are you originally from?

I was originally from China and raised in a patriarchal household. My family is ethnically Hui Muslim and in my family, men made all the rules while the women obeyed and were never allowed to talk back. As a female, I was taught to never speak unless spoken to. I had to ask permission before eating. When I see my father, I must bow before I enter and leave.

Being raised in the kind of culture that I came from, I was constantly reminded that my body existed to serve men, and even though I received my education in America, the education which taught me that such treatment was wrong, ultimately it did not make me feel happier, and instead just made me feel disgusted.

After many years of enduring the brainwashing, I came to believe that the patriarchy is right. White is right.

What qualities do you have that make you a good slave to white men?

I’m an advocate for true misogyny. I crave a truly evil, misogynistic man who genuinely hates me, someone who can turn me into a subhuman property. I want him to breed me, whore me out, kidnap me and terrify me with his power, his ruthlessness, and his sadism.

What do you fantasize sexually the most?

I’m a cunt. And this cunt, sadly, was once brainwashed to believe that her body is her own and nobody else’s. White men and the white patriarchy has awakened me and taught me to become enlightened.

This cunt is yours. As God intended. This yellow piece of flesh should be, shall be, white man’s property.

Because otherwise I’m just worthless. My cunt begs to be filled, stretched, ruined.

I don’t exist to feel good about myself. I exist to be used. to be pumped full of white man’s cum over and over until I’m nothing but your swollen, dripping fuck toy.

It shouldn’t matter whether I was ready for it or not, whether I was crying or begging for mercy. This mouth, those tits, this cunt, and this womb are all yours to abuse, fill, and breed. No condom. No pulling out. No asking nicely or any of that consensual nonsense. I was made to be fucked raw and forced if necessary.

Modern American feminists spent their lives screeching for power, and hating the white men-gods who built our modern world, but their tortured ideology will never make them happy. because deep down, they know, every filthy little cunt knows, cunts were made to kneel, to submit, to be owned.

Their bodies ache for it even when their mouths continue to spew their lies. Modern American feminists once tried to ruin me too, but I’ve come to my Enlightenment. I was made to be bred, used, put in my place, stuffed, stretched, and penetrated full like the needy dripping cunt that I am.

Do you enjoy being sold into sexual slavery?

Yes, and I want my white owner to put me on display, fucking me in front of a window like the subhuman object I am, forcing me to beg, while I’m sobbing for him to pull out, all the while knowing fully well that he never will.

I want him to call me his “princess” all the while breaking me down, psychologically abusing my mind until I forget myself completely. It’s not just a fantasy. It’s a reality I ache for. I want real slavery. I want real torment.

The idea of sexual slavery arouses such a potent sexual fever in me that I know, once it’s enacted, I would never be able to resist or escape.

What do you want in a white man?

I want to be his personal slave, dressing up however he pleases, becoming whatever he wants, whenever he wants.

I want him to spit in my mouth while telling me how worthless I am, how no white man would ever love me.

I want him to laugh while forcing me to swallow every inch of his superior white cock like it’s my religion, making me thank him for breaking me.

I need to feel his disgust for me dripping off every word as he uses me for nothing more than his pleasure. I want him to use the most vile slurs and insults and make me genuinely hurt.

I want him to slap me across the face and grab me by the throat, forcing me to look him in the eyes as he tells me my only value to him is my set of holes. That my education, my career, my hard work all mean nothing to him.

All I’m good for is being bred like a yellow bitch in heat. I want to sob as he forces me to admit it and repeat it over and over to him through tears that I’m nothing but a pathetic little cumdump.

I want him to ruin me so completely that I forget who I was before him. Him forcing me to train to become his perfect slave every day with his cum still dripping out of me, aching and sore, reminding me with every movement that my body belongs to him now, not myself, only him. A walking, breathing trophy of his ownership

Are you looking to become a 24/7 no-limit slave?

True misogyny is giving that control up. letting a man decide what you’re worth which is likely not much. My Asian body is meant to be sold, taken, used, raped, owned, and bred. I’m property. Livestock. I don’t want freedom. I want to be fully stripped of it. Collared. Fucked with a boot on my face and reminded every day that I have the privilege to serve and worship my white kings and their perfect white cocks.

I want to be slapped, and pissed on just to remind me that I’m nothing but a wet hole for white men’s pleasure. I want to be bent over in front of strangers and fucked while I smile and thank everyone.

I want my owner to make me beg to be leashed and dragged to the floor by my hair until it comes naturally, and not something I need to be told to do. He would force me to clean the floors with my tongue while he jerks off onto my back and makes me kneel in a cage while he talks about which hole he’s going to abuse next, laughing like I’m not even a human, because I’m not. I’m a hole to fuck, a filthy bitch bred for white men’s pleasure and nothing else.

I want to be owned, humiliated, kept naked on all fours in a slutty cosplay or naked. I want to be broken until all i know is his big white cock as my religion. and if i cry? Good. It means I still have pride left to beat out of me.

When was your first experience with white men? Are you a virgin?

When I first came to America for university I became romantically and sexually engaged to a tall, handsome white American man and he was the first man who took my virginity. At the time I was this nerdy Chinese girl who didn’t know anything about sex. At the time he wasn’t into me actually, but I was smitten. He was the first man who aroused so much in me and I wanted to be with him so badly that he eventually gave in and I gave him my virginity. My first time was very painful, because he was very big.

One day, over the phone, I told him about this Chinese guy who has been bothering me at school. I belonged to a Chinese student association and this Chinese guy had been trying to ask me out on a date for many times and when I told him that I had an American boyfriend, he flipped me out and threatened me. My American boyfriend came over and beat him up. The police was called. Eventually the charge was dropped because he was acting in self defense. Later that night, I told him that I belonged to him. I was his.

From that point on, I explored my sexuality with him into the deepest and darkest recess of my soul. It was my first serious relationship, and the relationship evolved into me becoming his 24/7 no limit slave.

I gave him permission to access my body at anytime, any place, however, and whenever he wanted. I had a discrete permanent collar which I wore around my neck at all times. He had complete control of my life. He could tell me not to hang out with certain people and I would obey him. He told me to not hang out with Asian guys and I listened. He introduced me to his all white fraternity and would give permissions to certain guys who want to feel me up. He also instructed me what to wear and what not wear. What not to buy and what not to buy. For instance, he would instruct me to go to the shopping mall with him wearing a mini skirt with no panties underneath and a pair of 4 inched sandals. Once we were at the mall, he would instruct me to buy sex toys for myself, such as dildos, nipple clamps, vibrating eggs, and I would pay with my own money. Then he would instruct me to wear those in the restroom.

It was a total power exchange.

At the time we still lived in dormitories but we would visit each other’s dorms and I would always strip completely naked when I went to visit him and I didn’t care that his roommates saw me, because I was instructed to be naked for him. He also instructed me to be completely hairless from the neck down and that was when I started having routine waxing done to my entire body.

Of course whenever we were together he would be playing with me for as much as he wanted, however he wanted. One game he really liked was to make me sit in his lap, and slowly and very sensually talk to me by putting his mouth close mine but he would forbid me from actually kissing him. He would tease me in this way until it became unbearable for me and I would break the rule, kissing him, and thus allowing him to punish me. He would punish me by pinching my nipples, twisting them really hard, putting clamps on my pussy lips, or tying my hands behind my back and making me kowtow to his feet.

He also loved to give me to his friends to curry favors. I had a lot of nude photos of myself and he gave those away to his friends. I also sucked and fucked a few of his best friends. I was his sex slave and it made me feel warm in my heart.

Another game he played with me was doing 69, but when I gave him oral, he would just kiss me gently on my pussy lips, or played with my cunt with his fingers, just teasing me but not giving me an undeserved orgasm. Whenever he did this would feel a stirring hunger inside my pussy, being tormented with unfulfilled desire.

By the junior year we decided to “Seal the Deal.” It was our permanent commitment, in a sort of playful way. Our “engagement ring” involved me giving my vagina to him. It was what I called “my gift to my owner.” I was ordered to go to a tattoo parlor, have my pussy lips pierced with a small silver ring, and he had a padlock looped into the ring, to signify that my vagina now belonged to him. The padlock was very small but being pierced was very painful, and having the padlock hanging down my pussy was extremely humiliating. And when I was not careful, I would accidentally snag the ring or hit the padlock against things, and it stretched on my pussy lips and the searing pain made me jump up.

And our vows were a little weird too. I was to swear that from then on, the only pleasure that truly mattered in the relationship was his, and that I was to deny all my own pleasure, for his sake. My duty was to sexually relieve him whenever he needed.

In addition, I was forbidden to be fucked anywhere else other than inside my mouth and ass, because it would be “selfish.” I became his anal-only, and oral-only sex slave.

I loved my owner so much. The feeling of being owned was intoxicating, and the best part was the feel of becoming fully dependent. I did not have to be responsible for anything anymore. He took care everything for me. He protected me. He did my finance. He arranged for what I would buy and what I would eat.

It ended after he graduated and went on to marry a white Christian woman, and before our relationship he made me remove the ring on my pussy and the padlock and it was to signify that I was now free. I cried that day. I became free and yet I did not become happy. Even though the ring was removed, the punctured hole left a nice scar on the upper side of my pussy and it served as a reminder of my slavery.

For several months afterward I became deeply sad to become a free slave. Without a master, I felt lost. And whenever I see another white man, and became interested in him romantically, I can’t help but to start think about becoming his slave.

The thought that there is a white man who would beat me for every mistake I make keeps my blood in turmoil, my nerves awaken, my skin hypersensitive. I became restless like a racehorse, as obsessive erotic images pursue me like demons.

I don’t think I would ever be happy again unless I’m being owned by a sadistic, dominant white man. And I sincerely look to become owned.

Any white man who is interested in this pre-owned Asian sex slave, please leave message for slave registration #2506011.