When I ovulate, I often think up those cock-hungry questions that get my pussy throbbing and my mind spiralling. I’m a slut but I also want to be loved. I want to be cherished, desired, and valued. I want to become the best slut. I want to become the most desirable slut for my master, and so I need to know:

What kind of slut do you want me to be?

Do you want me to be your exclusive fucktoy, owned, chained, your name tattooed to my pussy mound; my ass whipped, spanked, tormented with your cattle prod and hot iron; belonging to you as your property, my rights taken away; confined, cloistered inside your dungeon; my mouth, my pussy, my ass, all the exclusive meat urinal for your cock; worshipping your thick, pulsing cock with every fiber of my being, my tight holes reserved for your cum, my soul branded by your domination.  

Or, … do you want to turn me into a shameless, cum-soaked insatiable asian cumdump whore, open to fucking anyone and everyone; my body passed around like a filthy cum rag from men to men; my pussy dripping with strangers’ hot, thick loads; my asshole fucked raw by every guy who curries favor with you, all at your command; my depravity turned a public spectacle for your pleasure, my shameful sluttiness exposed to the world, my mom, my dad, my brother, my sister, all my cousins and relatives in China now knows that I’ve become a mindless slut in America?

I need to know what fuels your darkest, most perverse fantasies for a petite China doll like me. 

Do you want me as your personal whore, my lips wrapped around your thick gorgeous white cock, gagging, drooling, my eyes locked on yours as I swallow every drop of your cum, my pussy clenching for you, my submission a sacred vow to your power? 

Or, does the thought of me as a shared slut, my body ravaged by countless cocks, bareback; my holes stretched beyond my limit, leaking cum, my face smeared with spit and yet more cum, make your dick throb harder, knowing you are the one who turned me into the kind of public slut that I am today?