I lost my virginity in America when I was 18 years old. And in the years since I had lost my virginity, I have had really good sex, amazing sex, with lots and lots of amazing white men, most of them whom were from America. I don’t want to give out a body count of exactly how many people I’ve had sex with, because, first, it’s very high, but also, second, I’ve a hard time keeping count since I’ve also worked as an escort and stripper when I was in America.

Recently I moved back to Japan for family reasons but I travel back and forth between Japan and USA and I go to USA every other month to take care of my 18 year old son, who is attending college in Boston.

Even though I’ve had sex with lots of men, I’ve learned in the process that getting fucked and being kinky are actually quite different. I learned this the hard way after three failed marriages.

I’m a very kinky woman, and sometimes when you are with a man who is not comfortable with that kink, especially when you have to live with each other for long (there are so much more things complicating a relationship than sex, unfortunately), things tend to fall apart rather quickly.

I’ve those needs that cannot be satisfied through regular vanilla sex, and even though I’ve had a very high body count, I started to realize that I haven’t had nearly enough kink.

Sometimes I feel like when I meet people and what I have hoped to be those very kinky, very exciting and very romantic encounters would almost immediately fizzle as soon as they started. They are tame, unsatisfying, and deeply disappointing, and, I learned, it was not actually the fault of the men; rather, it was me.

I would leave, and sometimes, literally being kicked out and left on the side curb, with their sperm swimming inside my tummy, or deposited deep inside my rectum, and still yearning for more. I did not want it to be the entire show. There’s nothing wrong with that. I love being naked, my bare legs spread wide apart, with my mouth gagged, my pussy soaked, and my asshole used and abused. But those encounters rarely end up with me being tied up and abused the way I had imagined. They rarely end up with me being stripped naked in a park or an empty garage. They rarely end up with me being spanked, whipped, collared, leashed, paraded around, made to feel like a worthless whore. The men may talk about using me as a urinal in a local adult theater, but it never actually happened. Sadly.

Before I go further, I want to add: of course I do do vetting. I don’t want to be another Anna Yagi in a Naha hotel or the next Tunchanok Donhomla stuffed inside a suitcase in a Pattaya hotel. I may be a slut, a whore, a masochist, but I’m not naive about the world I live in. I am not so innocent to believe every word a man says.

In addition, trust really matters too. Especially for extreme play. Sometimes, I guess, a fantasy just has to forever remain a fantasy, until the right man—Mr. Right—arrives. Until the exact right time, right circumstance, luck, chance, surreptitious love arrive.

Exploring my own sexuality, minced and seasoned with contemplation, reflection, and self-examination, I’ve come to the realization that I need more kink in my life. I love being fucked too. That could never stop. But being fucked should come, like the climatic scene of a staged play, at the very end, strictly following the Aristotelian unity of action arranging mythos, ethos, dianoia, lexis, melos, and opsis in an enchanted mimesis to achieve that final catharsis.

Because deeply, I believe, sex is an art. And I need a man who is versed in this art to bring me to that final Enlightenment:

To the blissful state of Bodhi and Vimutti.

So, yes I want to be fucked. But I also want foreplay. I want fucked up fetishes. I want to be covered in piss and cum, with sweat, spit, and quirt dripping out of all my holes. I want to be begging for more even after the eventual anagnorisis.

It feels good to be held down and pumped full of cum every Saturday, but I want more than feeling good. I want to feel enraptured.

I’ve spent decades wanting things in a certain and I had always been too afraid to ask for them, much less to ever try them, and I’ll soon be reaching the point of no return in my life. I’m done being the regular run of the mill Asian slut who feels satisfied just being stretched and impaled by a white cock. I’m ready to be the heroine of my own play, the protagonist of my own fantasies.

What I want my white master to do to me:

  1. Collaring Ceremony. Being presented a collar in a formal setting, where I kneel to receive the symbol of Ownership. I want to make it a personal ritual, with lots of formalities and ceremonies, almost like a wedding, with words of commitment and vows to solidify the power dynamic between me and my master.
  2. Asian Slave Contract. I want to write detailed contracts outlining the terms of my relationship to my master, including duties, rules, and punishments. Signing it turns fantasy into reality. ❤️
  3. Sensual Domination. Control me via sensory deprivation.
  4. Punishment Journals. Have me keep a journal detailing my punishments, mistakes, and lessons learned.
  5. 24/7 D/s Dynamic. Commit me to a full-time Dom/sub relationship, where every aspect of my life involves total power exchange.
  6. Body Worship. Make me worship your body with my hands, mouth, and tongue.
  7. Forced Workout. My dom acting as a strict drill sergeant, forcing me to exercise as a form of punishment or control until I’m physically exhausted to the point of fainting.
  8. Punishment. Assign playful or harsh punishments for any rules I break, including forgetting tasks or making mistakes.
  9. Obedience reinforcement. Spanking Bench. Whipping Post. Restraint Furniture. Where I can be securely restrained for extended period of impact play.
  10. Servant for a Day. Have me serve you for an entire day. I must cater to your every whim, from housework to physical tasks, fully embracing my role as your obedient servant.
  11. Objectification. Turn me into your human coffee table.
  12. Nipple Torture with Clamps. Orgasm Control. Forced Orgasms.
  13. Public Chastity. Make me wear a chastity device in public, to increase my sense of vulnerability as a constant reminder of my master’s holding the key.
  14. Pet Play. Have me step into the role of a pet with pet play gear such as collars, leashes, mitts or a pup hood. Make me crawl, beg and perform tricks for you and your guests, friends, or other acquaintances.
  15. Boot Worship. Have me kiss, lick and worship your boots as a display of devotion. Have your boot strapped to my face so I’m forced to smell your boot.
  16. Public Play. Exhibitionism. Erotic Photography. Capture our BDSM scenes in photography, immortalizing our intimate moments. These photos become both a reminder of our sessions and an art form in themselves.
  17. Anal, Urethral & Intense Body Play. Double Penetration. Anal Training. Fisting. I want to be forced to fist myself to amuse my owner and his friends. 💝
  18. Anal Gaping. Train me with progressively larger toys to achieve a deep anal gape.
  19. Golden Showers. Force me to drink your piss to further cement your dominance, as I relinquish all control and bodily autonomy.
  20. Hogtie Suspension. I want my owner to suspend me in a hogtie position, leaving me completely immobilized in mid-air. Then have me whipped, spanked, tortured however my owner likes, with lots of scary devices of torment being used on me. Then and only then will I be fucked.
  21. Asian Slave Auction. I want to enact a scene where I am auctioned off to perform tasks or acts, heightening my sense of being owned and used. 🥰