The love story between a submissive China Doll and a dominant white American master

As far as I can remember, I’ve always been submissive by nature. Even when I was a little girl, I always begged to be tied up by my little brothers when we played cowboys and Indians. My little brothers were born in America but I was born in China. My family and I emigrated to America when I was in junior high. Growing up, my little brothers were more American than I ever was and they enjoyed playing American games. Perhaps this had something to do with how I turned out. I’m not exactly sure.

After I grew older, I had sensed that vanilla relationships simply couldn’t satisfy me. I had never cummed from being fucked by any of the men I had been with, and I was always left wanting for more. In fact, I could only reach orgasm while masturbating and thinking of my horrid fantasies of being ravished, enslaved, and, sometimes even tortured, being held against my own will, like a damsel in distress, tied to the railroad, naked, vulnerable, etc.

When I was a freshman in college, I once went to a sex shop to buy a vibrator and several nasty-looking men leered at me as I went in. I was a petite Chinese woman and all the men in that sex shop on that day were rough-looking, big, bulky white American men. When I got home, I used my vibrator and I had the most intense orgasm as I fantasized of being kidnapped, and gang raped by those men at the sex shop.

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I was at a party when I met my master. He is much older than me. He is tall, ruggedly handsome, blue eyes; he is the kind of man who would have never deemed to date a lowly Asian woman, and for a long time, I had resigned my fate to dating short, skinny Asian men. But this time it was different. I still don’t know how it happened. Magic, I guess.

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At that party we started talking and he was very demanding. He asked me for my name. I told him my Americanized name, and very nonchalantly, he told me, he would refer to me as “China doll.”

“How old are you, my China doll?”

“I’m 26.”

“You look much younger than 26.”

“I just look younger. I’ve always been asked for ID. It’s because … it’s because I’m Asian.” At that point I started to tremble uncontrollably. Even then, I knew, in the back of my mind, that he would be the one.

A tall, blonde white woman walked in and kissed him, and he very casually told her: “Just got a drink and met my little China doll here.”

I felt extremely humiliated and jealous at the sight of another woman. No one has ever made me feel so small as I was in his presence. My panties were already wet by the way he was talking about me. Like I was a piece of meat, an object. My mind was racing. No, he is mine! Leave him alone!

The tall white woman whispered to him something and they were ready to walk away, while I was standing there looking at him with forlorn disbelief, and that was when he turned to me and said: “I drive a red Mercedes. It’s parked by the curb. I expect you to be waiting for me by my car.”

No asking for numbers. No second date. This is my chance! I said to my self. I didn’t care about my dignity. I didn’t care about my sense of pride. Suddenly the lyric of “You got one chance and you must never let it go” started to play in my ear.

I grabbed my purse and rushed outside. I scanned the streets for a red Mercedes. I was wearing a tiny skirt with black stockings. I had been dating and I had been waiting, and this was my opportunity. I trembled in the dark night, waiting for Mr. Right. “He is the one,” I repeated to myself.

It was toward the end of summer and the beginning of fall. The night was starting to get chilly, and my bare legs started to shake from the cold wind. Time dragged on and I wondered if I had been made a fool of. Men inside the bar were looking at me and laughing and talking. Were they laughing at me? What were they saying about me?

“Look at that cheap Chinese slut!”

“Easy Asian hoe for white man!”

“He already has a girlfriend. No actually, that tall blonde woman was his wife!”

I felt my entire body tingle and my stomach started to knot. If this was all a cruel joke being played on me … A thousand thoughts were rushing through my mind and that was when the car beeped. My prince charming finally appeared!

“Get in, my China doll,” was all he said.

I slipped into the passenger seat and we sped off into the night …


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When the car stopped, he pulled me to him and kissed me very roughly on my mouth and as he was kissing me, his hands pushed my legs apart. His big rough hands probed for my pussy and when he felt the wet crotch of my panties, he ripped my panties off with one swoop and then slipped his fingers deep into my dripping pussy. I moaned as he finger-fucked me in his car.

With my panties gone, I followed him back into his apartment like a sheep to the slaughter house. Finally, completely naked, spread-eagled on his giant bed, he held my hands together above my head and pounded me. His big white cock was so much more massive than anything I’ve ever experienced and I felt like I was being split into two. And as he fucked me, for the first time in my life, I came. I came hard and loud.

I became completely enamored with him and I would text him everyday, and I begged to see him as often as he would allow me to. I was in love head-over-heels. He would order me around and expect me to obey him completely, such as sending him nude photos of myself whenever he commanded, ordering me to go to certain places to wait for him dressed in a certain way, and, in the bedroom, training me to be completely obedient to all his commands. He had told me very explicitly that I was to address him as master. Even just being told that made my pussy tingle, and I knew I was doomed.

He is the one, I repeated to myself almost everyday, my heart filled with a warm and fuzzy feeling.

Eventually I moved in with him and I found out that the tall blonde woman I met at the bar was his neighbor on the same floor.

At the time I was still working as a business analyst at a finance company. Then the market crashed and I lost my job, but my master told me to not bother looking for another job because he would provide for me.

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One day, as usual, my master came home from work and as soon as he came through the door, I ran toward him to hug and kiss him.

“Get on your knees and suck my cock, China doll.”

With my face burning, I dropped to my knees and with my trembling fingers I unzipped his pants and his big fat white cock popped out. Ravenously, I took it in my mouth. I felt so submissive as I sucked his cock. The feeling that I had no choice, that he had complete control of me had my head spinning. I sucked and sucked until he cummed into my mouth with some of it smeared on my cheeks and something almost got into my eyes when he casually wiped his cock on my face.

I felt so aroused from sucking his cock I wanted to grab my dildo and stick it inside my dripping pussy.

“You like being submissive, don’t you, my China doll?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Go get naked and wait for me in the bedroom.”

“Yes master.”

Within minutes, I was on my back with my panties stuffed in my mouth, and my ankles were tied to my wrists so my wet, dripping Asian pussy was fully exposed and begging to be fucked. I was so desperate. I remember that day vividly.

“Are you using this without my permission, you little naughty slave?” He was taking the dildo from the night stand and tapping it on my ass. “You are not allowed to fuck yourself without my permission, don’t you understand, China doll?”

I nodded submissively, my soaked panties stuffed inside my mouth. Then, without a warning, he shoved the dildo into my pussy and turned on vibrate mode, and then he said, “I’m thirsty. I’ll go get something to drink.”

It was maddening. The dildo was vibrating inside me, teasing me, and I was completely bound. My clit was throbbing.

Suddenly, I heard the door bell being rang and I heard my master opening the door and inviting the person in and they were chatting.

“Is your China doll here? I need to talk to her about something.”

To my horror, I heard my master very casually replying: “Of course she is. But she’s a little busy right now. You see, she’s tied up with a vibrator stuck inside her Asian cunt.”

“Woah that is so cool. Can I see?”

“Of course! Come with me!”

My heart was nearly jumping out of my throat and was pounding so hard and I could feel my own face hot to the touch with shame as my master and his guest walked in. The vibrating dildo was making a loud mechanical noise that reverberated through the entire bedroom.

“Wow! What a sight!” It was the blonde woman from next door. My entire body was trembling uncontrollably as I saw her standing by the bedroom door with my master.

“Does she like being tied up?”

“Who cares what she likes. She just wants to cum like a horny slut. Don’t you, my little Asian slave?”

He moved his hand close to my face, removed my panties, dropping them to the floor. Then he tapped my face, and said, “Answer me, slut.”

I nodded and meekly said, “Yes, master.”

“Yes to what?”

“I want to cum, master.”

“Beg for it then.”

“Please … please master … Please let me cum … let me cum master.”

“Tell me what you are.”

“I’m … I’m … I’m a slut … whore … I’m your Asian cum dump … I live for your cock, master. I’m your slave … Please master … please let me cum. I’m your cum dumpster … ”

My voice was trembling and I was filled with humiliation, shame, desperation, and the entire room was spinning around me. I had lost all control and I was degrading myself without even thinking about what I was saying. I was so concentrated on the fire inside my pussy I vaguely remember the tall blonde woman asking my master: “Her little Chinese cunt must be tight, but, have you had her Chinese ass yet?”

My master replied, “Not yet, but I’m planning to. I’m going to make you my anal slut later this evening. Would you like that, my Asian cum dump?”

I shook my head but, when I saw the stern expression on his face, I stopped immediately and started nodding vigorously.

The blonde woman giggled and said, “Isn’t she an adorable slave!”

“You’re nothing but a fucking horny slut, aren’t you?”

My master said it as he tapped his fingers on the gyrating dildo that was about to fall out of my pussy, all the while the tall blonde woman was laughing.

“Yes, I am, master. I’m a fucking horny slut. Please fuck me, master.”

“Now show us how you cum, my horny little China doll.” As he said it, he pushed his hand down, driving the dildo up deep my vaginal canal until it hit my cervix, and his thumb rubbed on my clit as he did it. An orgasm that had been building inside me was being released and I felt waves of intense, almost painful pleasure rolled me like I was being carried in the waves of an ocean. I was lost in a sea of pleasure, of humiliation, and of shame. Without even thinking, my eyes had automatically shut themselves off and the entire universe became a shifting kaleidoscope of darkness. My mind went blank and my entire frontal cortex went into autopilot. All I could remember from that movement on was the waves of pleasure that were rushing round and round me.

Time stood frozen and when I opened my eyes again I saw my master and the tall blonde woman standing over me, observing me like I was a specimen to be dissected. Once again my face burned with deep purple shame.

“That was quite a show, China doll. You have been trained well by your American master, I see.”

“Okay, slut. Get up and go get us something to eat.” My master untied my hands and feet and left the bedroom with his guest, leaving me alone on the bed still processing all that had happened, my stiff and sore limbs fumbling to get my exhausted body off the bed.