Ever since I was bred and knocked up, I had a lot of free time to think, and the more I reflect on my own status, as a lowly chink whore who has been impregnated by a group of white men, the more turned on I am.

I don’t consider myself to have a breeding kink. Because I think being bred should not be considered a kink. Because it’s the most basic biological function of all living beings. But that said, the fact that my breeding process has been heavily mixed with the power dynamics of my race and my sex: that is what ultimately drives me over the edge, in terms of the powerful tremors of my sexual orgasm that I have received.

I have always had a dom/sub relationship with the white men I’m involved with. I enjoy the total power exchange and fee use aspect of this lifestyle, wherein I give myself completely away, to be at the mercy to my owner, as a lowly chink, a yellow whore, a subjugated woman of an inferior race.

I submit to my white owners in many ways. I wear a dog collar everyday to display white men’s ownership of me. I have purchased tailor made collars with words like SLUT, WHORE, FUCKDOLL written on them. My current owners are not kin on the racial aspect of it, and because they share me with many other white men who are even potentially turned off if race is brought into the discussion, so I have refrained from using explicitly racial slurs.

But the fact that I am an inferior chink is always in the back of my mind as I receive loads and loads of cum from those white men.

However, even in the multifaceted ways in which I submit myself, at no time did I feel my submission more consummate than when the realization of my pregnancy hit me.

It’s one thing to have a group of white men pinning me down to the floor and pumping me full of their seed. It’s a totally different game now: that I’m officially pregnant with one of their sperm fertilizing inside me.

It feels so primal. Breeding that is. It’s the most ancient and the most instinctual act among all mammals. The conqueror inserts his vanquishing prick into the deepest, most intimate part of a defeated subject’s female and sprays his superior genetic coding into her. The subjugated female laid low, powerless, let it happen; she is too weak to resist; she allows her body to be captured, claimed and marked by the conqueror’s DNA; and then, she is forced to carry the superior offspring inside her womb.

The entire rationalizing, civilizing consciousness of the frontal cortex is completely shut off during this process. The paleomammalian cortex takes over and I cease to be human. I become an animal.

And that gets me off really hard. Even as I’m writing this, my leg muscles start to contract and squeeze myself, and the rhythmic tightening of my pelvic muscles returns, as if I was in the act of being bred again, without me ever consciously wills it.

It’s not just sexual. It’s religious. A transcendent sense of boundless unity, oneness with the entire universe itself, a feeling of being an inconsequential part of a mysterious greater force, vast and limitless and much more important than myself, overwhelms me.

Like all religions, we have ceremonies and rituals, and one of the most common rituals we have been going through is my white owners asking me what my body is for and who I am while they are deep inside me, bareback, breeding me.

“To whom does your body belong?” 
“I belong to you, master.”

“To whom does your pussy belong?”
“My pussy belongs to you, master.”

“To whom does your womb belong?”
“My womb belongs to you, master.”

“What’s the your Asian pussy for?”
“Milking big white cock.”

“What’s your womb for?”
“Carrying White Man’s babies.”

This is the little catechism that we have devised, and making me say those stuffs makes me cum almost instantly. And afterward, I would be begging for my owner to breed me with his superior white seed.

The sight of white man pumping his thick, potent globs of semen inside me, holding his cock deep inside me while he paints my inside with it. The sight aroused just now inside my mind’s eye makes me want to cum, cum hard against his big white cock.

I feel like I’m truly property, white men’s property, and I am finally happy.

My breeding sessions have always involved multiple white men and after our ritualistic orgies, I am always reduced into a sobbing, crying mess, with juices flowing out of both ends of me, saliva drooling, sperm inside my mouth and clung to my teeth, arousal juice flowing out of my pussy, mixed with sperm. And I’d be whimpering, clinging to their feet, thanking my white owners for breeding me.

Afterward I’d suck their softened cock to clean them and then I would lay on the floor, prostrating, submissive, like a slave, with my white kings tower over me.  And I feel so at ease, so natural this way. I feel so fulfilled.