• Making me expose myself in front of strangers, including food delivery men, postmen, plumbers, electricians, and garbage men. On several occasions I was ordered to go outside completely nude when the garbage truck arrived and was asked to throw out more bags of garbage. The garbage men whistled and smirked and taunted me with degrading remarks, but the garbage at our house was always tended to with extra care.  
  • Whore me out to his friends and acquaintances. I’ve been trained to suck cock on command. Whenever my husband ordered me to “suck cock, chink”, I had to drop to my knees and beg for cock, no matter whose cock it was, no matter where I was, and no matter who else was present. And if I failed to obey him or didn’t act fast enough, I received beatings that ranged from spanking by hand to whipping with belts and pinching my nipples with pliers.
  • In addition to sucking cock, I’ve been trained to eat ass. My husband used to write “toilet whore” on my chest, then wear tops that bared my chest and send me to local adult video stores so people can see me and ask me to lick their ass. 
  • Being used as his foot stool. And when my husband was not thinking of new ways of humiliating me, he used me as his personal foot stool. When he snapped his fingers and pointed at his feet, as he sat in his chair, which he called his throne, I had to crawl over to his feet and he put his feet over my back as I buried my face into the ground, with my ass uplifted. 
  • Eat and drink from a dog bowl. He was very much into pet play. I wore a dog collar around the house at all times and I was not allowed to eat from the table. Rather, there was a dog bowl with my name on it and I had to eat from there. 
  • Drink piss. I’ve been trained to drink piss. I started out by drinking my own piss. My husband would have me flipped over inside a bathtub and I was ordered to piss on my own face everyday. After about a week, I started to get used to being pissed on and I started to drinnk my own piss. At first the smell and the taste was so rancid I couldn’t take it, but soon I became used to drinking my own piss and that was when my husband started to order me to drink his piss. I drank my husband’s piss everyday. That is in addition to eating his cum everyday. 
  • Bruising my tits, my ass and my thighs with his belt, hands, whips, and wooden bats. The marks he left on me took an entire year to heal. 
  • Make me crawl around with his weighted clamps on my nipples and pussy lips
  • Hanging me. He was a huge aficionado of Japanese shibari and had kept me suspended and/or hanging by my wrists, ankles, or arms in the basement for prolonged periods of time. A few times I was left hanging in his basement for days and he would administer all kinds of punishment on me, beating me all over my body. He would burn my nipples, and my pussy with lit cigarettes and sometimes even use the cigarette lighters to burn me. 
  • Have my clit pierced. The clilt piercing has since been removed after I divorced him, but during my marriage to my sadist husband, he had my clit pierced and he made me show off my clit piercings to all his friends.
  • In addition to my clit piercing, I had a nose piercing too. It was a large silver nose ring that made me look like a cow. Again, the piercings were removed once I divorced him.
  • Assfucking. Of course, as a typical white man, he loved assfucking, and I’ve been trained to take things up my ass as soon as I married him.
  • Gangbangs. He had organized numerous gangbang sessions for me from various swingers groups around where we lived and I’ve been known as a popular freeuse Asian slut.
  • Cage play. He had a large dog cage stored in the corner of the living room and whenever he felt like it, he would have me locked inside the cage and once I was locked in there, he would take photos of me, use a dildo tied to a long pole to poke at me, etc. 

For an entire year I was turned into his free use sex slave but thankfully I was able to get my green card and as soon as I got my green card, I divorced him. I don’t regret my decision to marry him, but I do think he was too much for me. And in fact, now that I’m alone, I often felt lonely and sexually frustrated, and I would love to find a new master who is just as cruel and sadistic as my old master.