My white American husband had fucked me in the most literal sense of the word. He fucked me, ruined me, destroyed me. He had completely rewired me. Even to this day, my Asian pussy gets soaking wet whenever I reminisce on what had happened to me.


Prior to meeting my husband, I had always been a very quiet, submissive Asian woman. I had only one romantic encounter, and it was with an Asian guy and it was completely non-sexual. I was the kind of Asian girl whom everyone assumed would be too innocent for anything beyond vanilla sex. But my white American husband changed me. The way he stared into my eyes as if he were staring into my soul. His controlling way of manhandling me. His commanding voice. It awakened something deep inside me.

Soon after my marriage I realized I was made for submission. And which was surprising even to myself, because most of my Chinese female friends were not like me, and they would be shocked and even disgusted if they knew the real me. Most of my Chinese female friends abhorred the idea of being submissive and even slavish to a white man, and my husband had explicitly told me that he wanted to mold me into a Japanese woman, because to him, Japanese women epitomized the idea of female submission. The idea was once repulsive to me as well, but I was also curious, because he always said that he didn’t think a Chinese woman can be as submissive as a Japanese woman and this made me feel envious and made me strive to become as submissive to him as I can”

He didn’t take me all at once, to be sure. He waited until I had completely trusted him and told me about “safe, patient dominance” and soon, I was melting into it. Then, bit by bit, he pushed my limits.

It started with blindfolds. Then the handcuffs. Then the ropes and the nipple clamps. He would strip me naked, hogtie me, blindfold me, attach nipple clamps to my tits. I was fully exposed in our basement, with my breasts tied, my legs obscenely spread, while he teased my pussy with his cock. Or I would be handcuffed to a bar in our car garage and getting whipped. A gag was applied to my mouth when I was too loud.

Then came the orgasm denial. My husband torture my clit, using various means to bring me to a near orgasm, but would stop right before I was on the verge of cumming. He was a very skilled master who knew how to manipulate women, both emotionally and physically and often tortured me to the edge.

I would be crying from the pressure and from the desire to cum; like Sisyphus I sensed my orgasm slowing being driven to the top, only to let it slide back down to the foot of the hill. He taught me how to hold a dildo in my ass while he played with my pussy.  He also taught me how to keep my hands behind my back while he fucked my throat. The handcuffs, the whips, and the ropes all came in handy during those lessons. I felt like I was going through another education, except this time, it was my sex education.

Onetime he took me to a hotel suite. Inside the hotel suite there was an enormous cinema-like TV the size of an entire wall. And there was mirrors all around the room. Once the TV was turned on, I was able to see myself on the TV screen and images of myself were being reflected all the surrounding mirrors.

As usual, he handcuffed my wrists, bend me over and fucked me, but then he raised me toward the TV screen and I watched as my own Chinese pussy was being wrecked and stretched by his big white cock. I remember myself moaning, and I remembering think that I was waiting for this moment all my life. He fucked me hard that night. My hair was pulled. My nipples were bitten. My face was pressed into mirrors. I was made to say: “I’m a chink” over and over again as he allowed to have multiple orgasms.

My pussy was clenching hard around his big white cock and I was quivering in my orgasms. I was broken that night and my submissive nature unfolded before him.

I was left hanging by my wrists in the middle of the hotel room, my legs eagle spread, and my head was hanging backward in shame and lust. Whips, bats, pliers, dildos, and many other devices of torture were laid before my feet. All night long, he used those devices to “interrogate” me, made me admit to whatever he liked to say to humiliate me.

And unbeknown to me, everything was videotaped, and the next morning I was made to watch myself being thus interrogated and I was drooling at the sight of myself.

After reviewing my own degradation, he climbed on top of me, pushed his big white cock into me and fucked me like he owned me. Well, because he did own me. He claimed me like a victor claiming his conquest.

About two weeks after that night I discovered that I became pregnant. I was tied down, with his cum still dripping from my mouth, when I told him that I was pregnant, and I knew it was exactly what I wanted in this life. I was not just his wife, his lover, the mother of his child, but I was also a submissive slut, a trained slave.

I was a mom by day, but when the lights went out, I put on my collar and waited for my husband to fuck me, ruin me, again and again.

At some point, I ceased to be his wife. I became his whore, his cum rag. And then later on, he stopped fucking me out of love completely. He fucked me purely because I was his submissive whore.

We became divorced after I found out that he had been cheating on me with one of my Asian girlfriends.