Note:

The source of the White Man’s power is not really the cock, even though that’s what gets the most attention. His BWC (Big White Cock) is a tool, albeit a rather large tool, but is still just something to be utilized in order to accomplish the more important role of being the delivery vehicle for his Sperm—the real source of his power.

It’s the White DNA that’s really being desired at the deepest subconscious biological level. In a quest to consume that sperm, the bodies of Asian women get ready physiologically at all levels in order to best receive the BWC and milk it for its prized semen, which contains the genetic makeup of a superior race. That’s what Asian women really crave.

And this manifestation of Asian female sexuality as expressed through its consummate love of white men is manifold. Many Asian women openly and proudly flaunt themselves as “white only”, and eager embrace their new identities as “Asian sluts for white cocks”. Those are still few.

What is actually more often the case is that—even more Asian females who profess to “only date Asian guys” are actually secretly having sex with white guys.

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Asian female #1

There’s apparently an Asian girl I know (a friend of a friend) who is very outspoken about her love for Asian men and how proud she is of her Asian heritage.

But our mutual friend just told me, as a secret, that this girl always ends up leaving the bar or club with a white guy. And every time she does, the next morning, she feels very depressed and upset with herself, as if she betrayed her own culture and heritage.

I don’t know her too well, but in this mutual friend’s opinion, this girl is sincere in her love for Asian guys. She has posters of famous Asian celebrities all over her walls and she genuinely wants to marry and fall in love with an Asian guy.

The cognitive dissonance must be overwhelming. She beats herself up and feels a lot of guilt and shame for doing what she’s been doing. I imagine this is what it’s like for quite a lot of Asian women out there, but I wonder if maybe they just aren’t aware.

Asian female #2:

This is the first time I’m admitting this. I was working in Asia at the time. I won’t tell you which country this was. I had known this girl for two years at the point. We were co-workers in a Fortune 500 corporation. One night, we decided to go party after work and we went to a popular local area full of bars, restaurants, and clubs. There were a handful of other coworkers with us as well.

We had a fun night drinking, singing, and laughing. Slowly people started taking off one by one, and she and I decided to head out as well. It was maybe 2 or 3 AM and we were walking into an alleyway. It was a longer route to the subway station because we wanted to walk off the alcohol. While we were walking out of nowhere she suddenly pointed to an alleyway door.

Her: “That’s a sex club for Asian girls to hook up with foreigners.”

By “foreigners” she exclusively meant white guys. It was understood without being explicit.

Me: “…uh yea? … okay … “

Her: “Yea. I only know about it because my friend goes there all the time.”

Me: “So it’s like a brothel?”

Her: “No, it’s more like a lounge. They just have sex there.”

Me: “oh .. okay …”

I thought it was weird that she brought it up but then again we were both kind of tipsy. I forgot all about it later. But I remembered it now because recently I saw her facebook update. She’s married to a white guy. It’s kind of hard to imagine that she did not go in with her friends back then.

Asian female #3

An Asian girl says she is unable to orgasm without thinking about WMAF sex.

Full disclosure: she and her boyfriend are both Asian.

“So we have been together for a few years now and we’re really comfortable with each other. But he has some serious cuckold kink which had confused me a lot. He convinced me to try it with a few white guys, and afterward I just couldn’t say no anymore. I never knew how much better sex was with an experienced and well-endowed white man.

“We continue to have sex with each other, but even while we are having sex with each other, we’d put WMAF porn in the background so we could always see a white man in action. And he gets incredibly turned on when I tell him how much better white men were in bed, how much longer they’d last, etc. I’m at the point I can’t orgasm without thinking about WMAF sex.”

She says sometimes it almost feels like she’s dating another Asian girl.

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A lot of Asian women fantasize about getting impregnated by white men. The significance of such fantasies are well understood … the sense of having our inferior Asian genes purified via half-white babies, but still, as shown above, many Asian women end up dating Asian guys and have pure Asian kids.

But this is actually a good thing for white men.

As much as Asians are considered inferior to whites, there is unique beauty to pure-bred Asian females. If all future Asians become more and more mixed, that unique beauty will be diluted and eventually lost.

All the features that white men enjoy about Asian females: the smaller statue, soft skin, tight vagina, and silky black hair … all those things will be lost over time until no Asians will be able to serve and please white men.

There ARE very cute and attractive hapa girls out there .. but a lot of their features make them seem more white than Asian, and it’s the very contrast between pure Asian female and their pure white male that makes the sex so much better. And overall, this trend of more acceptance of WMAF and even the participation of Asian males is a net positive for white men.

Any white man who had been to China can testify to this little truth, a little truth that one carries carefully within one’s bosom in polite conversations: that is, as long as you are a man with Caucasian features in China, Chinese women will approach you on the street, flirt with you, and have sex with you.

I’m not here to write to you an “erotica”; I have never had the intention of doing so in any of my writings. I had always considered myself an educator, a thinker, an enlighten-er, whose texts and documents purport to the meaning of things that are considered too controversial or too shameful to be brought up otherwise. Perhaps, in the category of–in the words of Nietzsche–a history of love, a philosophy of nutrition, and a moral analysis on food, things that academicians consider too trivial, too naive, and too extravagant to be worth considering.

Ms. Li, from Suzhou, China, was one such a woman who exclusively sought out sex with foreigners. Though she did not start this way. Through her experience she was made this way. And we learn, through her perspective, of how she was made and trained to become what she was.

She was 25 years old at the time, and was without a job. Originally from a provincial town in China, she had come to Suzhou, a moderately large city, looking for a better life. She had worked as a waitress in a restaurant, a teller in a bank, a front-desk receptionist at a hotel, and, just recently, out of frustration, at indignation suffered at work, at invidious manipulations and degrading treatments by her colleagues, she had quit once again and was aimlessly wandering the street.

A confused-looking “laowai” in business suits and holding a map stood by the sidewalk; being kind-heart-ed and semi-fluent in English—she had English training from her vocational school and from experience working at hotels, she curiously glanced toward him and, seeing his furrowed brows unfurl like a flower, she smiled back and said to him: “How can I help you?”

The laowai’s face wrinkled into mirth as his mouth opened wide and told her that he was so glad to hear someone who could speak English, explained that he was a businessman from America, and was looking for his hotel. He also took out his business card and handed it over to her, which, she, being courteously trained and daft in the polite etiquette of the orient, received with both of her hands, and smiled and bowed obsequiously.

It’s so rare to meet a laowai, Ms. Li thought sweetly to herself and lead him to the address written on his note, which was attached to the map he was following. “I must cherish this opportunity to improve my English,” She said out loud to herself as she walked in front and cocked her head high, and the middle-aged white man followed behind meekly. Never losing a chance to speak, she turned toward him as they walked and asked all sorts of questions in her broken and heavily accented English. “Where are you from?” “Why did you come to China?” “What kind of work do you do?” And the laowai, pleased to be accompanied by a young, beautiful Chinese woman, eagerly retorted with as many convoluted answers as possible. She learned his name was John; he oversaw several factories in Suzhou, and he came here to inspect his products.

Once they arrived at the hotel, a five star hotel solely reserved for foreigners, John invited Ms. Li for dinner, and for Ms. Li, it was the first time that she was inside such an luxurious hotel. “Every night here must cost at least 1000 yuan!” 1000 yuan (the average monthly salary of a Chinese worker) is equivalent to approximately 120 dollars. Ms. Li couldn’t help but start to fantasize. She fantasized of being his girlfriend, of being able to live the same lifestyle as the laowai, of being married to him and emigrate to a rich western country, away from the dirty, backward, authoritarian country that was and still is China.

It did not take much sweet talk on the part of the laowai to convince her to go back to his hotel room with him. And at the hotel room she lost her virginity. “No one can ever forget their first time, and from now on, my body, my soul, and my life belongs to him,” she cried and thought to herself.

From the perspective of John: Ms. Li was yet another easy lay. It was not the first time that a Chinese woman would come to sleep with him after just one dinner date. She was cute, not very well-dressed, probably not from a rich family, he correctly surmised, “And she was so easily impressed. She had never seen a western-style buffet that was at the hotel and was amazed at the amount of food being offered to foreigners.” Foreigners were treated as royalties in China, and to some degree, are still treated so today.

And the sex: well, she was a virgin, which did not impress John. It’s very common for Chinese women to remain virgins until marriage and it’s not unheard of that many Chinese women would remain virgins until their 30s. And she was, well, obviously, very inexperienced. “She needs a lot of training,” John in his words.

She came back to see him again the next day and he realized that she was not very kinky. The sex was good, but not exciting enough for John. And he told her that “you need to start learning how to provide good sex. How to please foreign men. And how to make me comfortable. Or else, you might lose me.”

He brought her lingerie, and gave her pornographic video and magazines to study, and told her that “you need to start practicing, and the next time we meet, I want to see progress.”

And there was indeed progress, according to John. “She came back and the first thing she did was giving me a full body massage. She went down on me too. That was a good start.” But another thing John noticed was she started to become afraid, afraid of being seen with him outside. Something had changed inside her and she was not telling him what. “It’s one of those difficulties of having to deal with virgins.” John realized that she might be afraid of being seen with him in front of her friends and colleagues, because she had worked in Suzhou for many years and had a lot of acquaintances from work. “Being with a foreigner sometimes can mean you are being a whore. And it’s somewhat looked down upon in the conservative Chinese culture.” So John told her that he wanted to bring her back to Shanghai. She was excited, and overjoyed, but …

“If you come, you must submit to me. And you accept to do everything I order you to. You cannot say—No—to anything I ask you.”

During the trip to Shanghai she was not allowed to wear bra or panties, so John could have access to her pussy and breasts whenever he felt like. And he chose what types of clothes she could wear on the street in Shanghai. High heeled shoes. Miniskirt. And low cut blouse. Many people mistook her for a prostitute. Though prostitution was and still is illegal in China, there are literally prostitutes everywhere; especially in big cities like Shanghai, it’s almost always expected that Chinese women will be eager to provide sexual service to wealthy foreign men like John.

The sex had gotten much better also. John required her to shave her pubic hair. He also liked that she started doing more “dirty stuffs”, like licking his feet, licking his ass, and swallowing his cum.

She asked if she were his girlfriend, and resolutely, without any compunction, he said “No.” He explained that it was his way of life. He had never married, had never had a girlfriend, and he told her also quite explicitly, that she was not the only girl he “sees” in China. He had a girl like her in every major city he had ever been to in China; though brutal, and brutally honest, he did not want to deceive her, and if she truly wanted him, loved him, and wanted to devote her life to worship him, then, he explained, she must also accept this way of life, this western way of life in which freedom is valued above all else, even if it meant that it would be lonely, what some might call “cold,” but what some others might call or consider “hyperborean”, and, yes, sometimes, and ultimately, solitary.

She did not talk to him for an entire week, and he thought, he might have hurt her deeply, and he might never see her again, but to his surprise, she came back to him, and not only did she came back, but she came back and said that this was the western lifestyle she had always wanted and she enjoyed her time with him too much and she could no longer leave, and she said, “I want this with a foreign man.”

At this point too John had realized something. John, the laowai, had realized that for a Chinese girl like Ms. Li, her life was full of ennui, daily routines, and drab idleness and that if she wanted to live her life to the fullest, stifled by this traditional, patriarchal Chinese authoritarian way of life as she was, she had no choice but to find a foreign man, for a foreign man, like himself, is her only way to freedom.

By the quirks of life, perhaps, or so the expression goes, John became her pimp. He would introduce other foreign friends to Ms. Li and let them have sex with her. It was Ms. Li’s demand that she would only have sex with foreigners. John’s headquarter was based in Hong Kong, and he only came to China once every few months, so he could not be with her all the time, but whenever he had other clients, friends or acquaintances who went to Suzhou, he would tell them about Ms. Li, and introduce her to them as their local guide. And whenever he visited Suzhou, he joined them as well. He had arranged several threesomes and foursomes, sharing Ms. Li with his foreign buddies. And he would observe that Ms. Li’s pussy would be wet from night until morning, filled to the brim with multiple men’s cum and yet still begging for more. As he penetrated her, and seeing her lusting for other men’s sexual organs, his heart was filled with both lust and anger and he took out his frustration upon her poor flesh, beating her violently and thrust inside her more forcefully, and yet, the more violent and passionate he did so, the more she seemed to have been turned on.

He came to realize that Ms. Li adored, worshiped foreign men like himself and found her own sexual ecstasy by submitting to foreign men like himself. The more they humiliated her, degraded her, and “made her do nasty things, the more she became turned on and the harder she came.” But, of course, there was a process to it, and the process had to be gradual for her to accept it both mentally and physically. “Eventually, the sexual ecstasy would be so great that she starts losing her mind during those sessions as she get hit with multiple orgasms.”

All good things must come to an end, eventually. John had to go back to the United States after being stationed in Hong Kong for several years, and had to leave his harem of Chinese girls. By his own estimate, by the year 2000 (he was in China from 1995 to then), he had had sex with hundreds of Chinese girls, spread all over China, in cities such as Suzhou, Chongqing, Shanghai, Fuzhou, Guangzhou, Hangzhou, Wuhan, etc.

And long after John had gone, Ms. Li still prowled the streets of Suzhou looking for foreign men. She exclusively dated foreign men, white men from Europe, Australia, America, and, sometimes also, South America and the Middle East.

In Japan, she would be known as the “gaijin hunter”. In China, Hong Kong, and the rest of the sinic countries, she would be known as “yellow taxicab”. In Korea, Thailand and Vietnam, she is called a “foreign sausage eater”. And yet, those words, meant to be degrading, humiliating and insulting to her, not only did not deter her but filled her heart with passion and lust. The more her country men scolded her, spit upon her, the more she flocked to the white haven and sought refuge in the sanctuary of white men’s warm embrace. Her life, her existence, and the meaning of her existence, all solely rested on the service and the pleasure of white men, and she had no remorse in her sacrifice to the white ideal.

It is a universally observed phenomenon, known to and attested by all percipient observers, that Asian sluts tend to drool, swoon, and fall heads over heels in love, at the sight of white men, who are invariably described by those Asian sluts as “tall, handsome, dominant,” (even when those white men are just average or even below average) and, when confronted, rationalize, confabulate, repress or outright deny their lust in terms of “escaping my oppressive Asian culture”, “I’m not dating Asian guys because they look like my brothers”, “I can only cum when I’m being fucked by white guys, I dunno why”, “I don’t have a preference. I just happen to only date white guys,” etc., etc.

Yet few, if any, has ever devoted serious and (dare I say, scientific) studies into such subject matters, due to its unsaid and often unspeakable controversy; in its place, accumulation of often turgid and puerile rhetoric heaped over lacuna of the unknown.

Save for the often risible and “soft” departments in East Asian studies, sociology, and gender studies. Not that anyone should or could take those pseudo-intellectuals seriously.

In the end, as Freud himself proclaimed: that the future of psychology would lie in the realm of neuropsychology, or neuroscience, in which field psychological problems are solved via direct mappings to regions of the brain, and on the knife-edge of whose frontier even such philosophical questions as “What is free free?”, and “What is consciousness?” are being re-examined and partially answered; so I have decided to dab and simper into the unknown science, self-consciously, embarrassingly, amateurishly, embracing a brave future of new field in the hope that someday, someone with more zeal, more will-power, and more tenacity will tackle the untakeable, impregnate the unimpregnable, and distend his prodding Will into the forbidden mysteries of Asian sluts.

So according to leading neuroscientist V. S. Ramachandran, director of the Center for Brain and Cognition at U.C. San Diego, that there is a region in the brain called anterior cingulate that “lights up in many, too many brain image studies”. Most amazingly, it is intimately related to free will. For instance, a patient who suffered partial legions to anterior cingulate loses the desire to interact with the doctor, even though he is fully aware of what the doctor is asking him to do.

He stares blankly at the doctor, comatose. The doctor asks him to raise his hand. He neither replies nor moves. After months of recuperation, the doctor re-examines him and the patients tells the doctor that he had previously lost all desire to move or interact, despite of being fully aware of every thing that was going on.

Another patient, who suffered some other sorts of legion to anterior cingulate, is incapable of controlling herself to do what she is not supposed to do.

She is not able to control her left hand from touching the doctor, despite of her knowing full well that it is inappropriate. Extremely devastated and embarrassed, she uses her other hand to grab hold of her left hand to stop it from moving. Her left hand will also grasp objects without her intention to do so and not let go of it and in those circumstances she uses her right hand to pry open each one of her fingers on the left hand so as to drop the object. It’s as if her hand had a mind of its own.

But that’s not all, experimental studies on rhesus monkeys concludes that mirror neurons in the inferior parietal lobule of the brain fire not only when the monkeys perform certain actions, but even when they merely observe other monkeys’ performing the same action. The implication of this experiment, applied to humans, could explain everything from empathy, the development of culture, the development of language, tool use, and just about everything that makes humans unique. And this is not only applicable to humans, as Ramachandra explains that it is, but also the inferior parietal lobule in humans are actually even larger, and much more developed than any other kind of animals on earth.

And the science behind the firing of mirror neurons is even more fascinating. Hand signals and eye signals all interact with mirror neurons and when they follow different pathways to this particular brain region they either activate or inhibit the firing of mirror neurons. The interaction is far more complex than what I’m describing here.

The mapping of the entire brain is still an on-going project and the U.S. is investing billions of dollars into it.

It is not inconceivable that all Asian sluts, when watching other Asian sluts worshipping and submitting themselves to white cocks, have mirror neurons inside their brains firing rapidly as if they themselves were performing the act. And whatever inhibitions there were in the anterior cingulate of their brains shut down and they are not able to control themselves as they dress smartly and sexily to go out to clubs and bars and getting hit on by big, hung white jocks.

The mad scientists of the future (perhaps a group of smart, strong, and powerful white men with full blown cases of yellow fever) will be able to figure out methods, (perhaps drugs that contain certain chemicals or steroids, or perhaps certain injections or perhaps even certain psychological training, as suggested by Ramachandran) to manually activate the the firing of mirror neurons in the brains of Asian sluts while simultaneously inhibit their free will in the anterior cingulate. Asian sluts like me will be completely mind controlled and turned into obedient automatons by those evil geniuses, complying to their every sick and deviant wish without recourse to our free will.

Another thing that I would like to add is that there are certain regions of the brain that even controls pain, and there are actually ways to minimize the feeling of pain mentally by merely doing certain psychological training. Ramachandran actually says in the book that he has conducted experiments in which test subjects were able control the feeling of pain in their own bodies. Perhaps, no! Most definitely, the CIA is paying this guy to train their spies to endure torture and interrogation. But perhaps they are also secretly training Asian sluts to become masochists for the sick pleasure of white men.

Are you imagining the future as I am, my reader? Imagine the future where you can turn Asian sluts into your obedient slaves with the power of neuroscience!

Reference:

The Tell-Tale Brain: A Neuroscientist’s Quest for What Makes Us Human by V. S. Ramachandran

Isn’t it weird that nearly every Asian female professor who writes and studies about white sexual imperialism is actually married to a white man, a race of men whom she allegedly abhors? I had often wondered the question myself until I actually started reading some of their writings. Every book and every essay is filled with key words like “war”, “sexual violence”, “inferior”, “dominance”, “imperialism”, “conquer”, “subjugate”, etc. it’s almost as if they were writing those words while humping themselves on a big white dildo, and knowing that most of them are actually married to white men, they might have been sitting on a real thing, as well.

I have excerpted a few of the juiciest parts from those books and essays for you to enjoy!

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Due to the limited amount of White men in the marriage market in Asia, a majority of Asian women will still settle for Asian men, but the dynamics of the relationship become completely different. This is in part due to the shift in power dynamics under Colonial White Rule and a rampant change in Asian women’s sexual attitudes.

White colonialism has always excluded Asian women from the rest of Asia and considered them as something that needs rescuing from the oppressive “Orient” (e.g. China, Japan, Korea). As a result, today’s job market strongly favors hiring Asian women over Asian men, with the latter earning 39% less in the same position. White men earn the most, averaging around twice the salary of Asian men.

Though Asian men earn less than Asian women, as men they are still expected to be the bread winners. This means, to find a wife, Asian men have to go the extra mile yet have very little say in the household. Most work longer hours, do all the housework, pee sitting down and have no say on how their children are raised. A common descriptor for Asian men among locals is that they are “men with no dicks”. (沒根的男人 in Chinese，ちんぽが無い in Japanese).

With Asian men seen as eunuchs it often leads to dysfunctions in their sex lives. Sex is infrequent and almost never happen after having children, and many Asian women struggle to stay faithful even if they love their spouses. Affairs with Western men are common among every Asian couple. Most husbands have no choice but to accept this arrangement for the sake of their marriage. Some even find their wives’ extramarital affairs beneficial to their marriage.

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The history of Western imperialism in Asia and its lingering effects present the greatest source of inequality for diasporic Asian women today. White sexual imperialism, through sex and war, created the hyper-sexualized stereotype of the Asian woman. This stereotype in turn fostered the over-prevalence of Asian women in pornography, the mail-order bride phenomenon, the Asian fetish syndrome, and best of all, sexual violence against Asian women, from which Asian women greatly benefit and enjoy immensely, portraying themselves both as victims of white sexual imperialism and at the same time using white sexual imperialism as veil for their own lust for the superior white men and the open rejection and denigration of Asian men. These issues are each duly explored in the essay, drawing on Professor Catherine MacKinnon’s theory of sexual dominance hierarchy to support the white sexual imperialism principle.

One unwary weekend, a Korean American college female went clubbing downtown. She met a White male. He offered her a ride home, she accepted, and then he forced himself into her room and had sex with her in her own bed. All the while, he grunted the words “China doll,” “Asian whore,” and referred to her genitals as “sushi.’ [Source: This is an account of actual events that happened to the author’s close friend.] On Monday morning, in a lecture hall across campus, a world history class discussed Western imperialism. On Monday evening, the Korean American female masturbated herself while watching WMAF (white-male-Asian-female) porn. The next Friday evening, she went back to clubbing downtown and met another group of White males, who proceeded to gang bang her in the bathroom, all the while she was whimpering and goading her oppressors: “I want to be your china doll.” “Make me your Asian whore,” “Fuck my sushi pussy.”

At first, those events may not seem related, but this Article posits a causal relationship between them, or more specifically, examines how sexual violence against Asian women perpetrated by White men results directly from the legacy of Western imperialism in Asia and how Asian women are immensely turned on by it.

This Article proposes a new framework for studying the intersection of feminist jurisprudence and critical race theory. It claims that the underlying cause of sexual-racial inequality between White men and Asian women is White sexual imperialism. This principle holds that the history of Western political, military, and economic domination of developing nations compelled women of these nations into sexual submission by White men. Moreover, at the global level, the vestige of Western imperialism has left Asian women subordinate to White men even today.

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Oriental Girls, an article published in Gentleman’s Quarterly (GQ), described the Asian female as the perfect complement to the white male’s masculinity:

“When you get home from another hard day on the planet, she comes into existence, removes your clothes, bathes you and walks naked on your back to relax you … She’s fun you see, and so uncomplicated. She doesn’t go to assertiveness-training classes, insist on being treated like a person, fret about career moves, wield her orgasm as a non-negotiable demand. … She’s there when you need shore leave from those angry feminist seas. She’s a handy victim of love or a symbol of the rape of third world nations, a real trouper.”

“Small, weak, submissive and erotically alluring,” her “eyes almond-shaped for mystery, black for suffering, wide-spaced for innocence, high cheekbones swelling like bruises, cherry lips, “she not only exemplifies hyper-sexuality, but hyper-heterosexuality, in a white-male-centered and white-male-dominated world.

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Asian Pacific women are particularly valued in a sexist society because they provide the antidote to visions of liberated career women who challenge the objectification of women. Their sexuality, viewed as naturally excessive and extreme against a white female norm, clearly exists not only within a sexual construct but within a racial construct as well. Furthermore, this sexual-racial stereotype emerged as a direct result of the colonial encounter of war, presenting the Asian woman as an object for western consumption and the satisfaction of western desires.

While contemporary media and the arts portray women generally as objects for consumption, they cast Asian women into the most inferior of all positions, below the white woman. Portrayals of the interrelationships between white American Gis who go overseas, the Asian women they meet there, and the white American women back home show this dynamic.

The 1989 musical Miss Saigon epitomizes the subordinate and objectified position of Asian women. In the musical, an American marine arranges a one-night-stand with Kim, a Vietnamese bar-girl in Saigon shortly before the fall of the city. After the destruction of her village, Kim flees to Saigon fantasizing about finding a “strong GI to protect her.” The American marine then leaves Vietnam, stranding Kim in Ho Chi Minh City with their son, Tam. The marine returns home to the United States where he marries a white woman. He continues with his life happily. Meanwhile, Kim tries to escape and reunite with the marine. She ends up in Bangkok, Thailand with her son, where she works at a massage parlor, a consistent affirmation that Asian women in her position have no more function than to provide sexual services to white men. The marine and his white wife meet Kim in Saigon. When Kim realizes her American lover has no intention of marrying her, she commits suicide, leaving Tam under the care of the marine and his new wife, quietly suggesting, perhaps, that Kim represents an unfit mother while the marine’s wife, a white woman, is better suited to raise Tam.

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Miss Saigon became an icon—an icon of the sex tour industry that sprouted in Asia as a result of American military presence.

Asian women are usually the creatures of a white-male power-fantasy. They express unlimited sensuality, they are more or less stupid, and above all they are willing. Moreover, when women’s sexuality is surrendered, the nation is more or less conquered. Thus, the sexual conquest of Asia’s women correlates with the conquest of Asia itself.

One former U.S. President took this message to heart. From 1894 until his presidency in 1901, Theodore Roosevelt wrote and lectured widely on taking up Kipling’s “White Man’s burden. He called imperialism a “manly” duty that American men must take up. Civilized men had a “manly duty to ‘destroy and uplift’ lesser, primitive men,” namely Asians, “for their own good and the good of civilization. Roosevelt’s express and blatant collocation of colonizing Asia and labeling that act as “manly” illustrates how throughout American history imperialism in and even Western scholarship on Asia has been viewed in a sexualized context.

Source:

Cho, supra note 3, at 192 (“The Oriental Woman is therefore available to satisfy desires that would normally otherwise be socially and morally unacceptable if acted upon the bodies of white women.”); see also Kwan, supra note 3, at 101 (“The Oriental Woman, for example, normatively permits acting out such desires such as sexual aggression and sexual violence upon the bodies of Asian women.”)

Celine Parrenas Shimizu, Queens of Anal, Double, Triple, and the Gang Bang: Producing Asian/American Feminism in Pornography, 18 YALE J.L. & FEMINISM 235, 239 (2006) (“Asian/American women’s hypersexuality, viewed as ‘naturally’ excessive and extreme against a White female norm, directly attaches to a specific race and gender ontology.”). 29 Id.

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While occupying the [Philipines] islands, the American soldiers referred to the Filipinas as “little brown fucking machines powered by rice.” A sex industry sprang up to cater the U.S. military men, offering “a girl for the price of a burger.” It was the imperialistic conquest of the islands by the Americans that jump-started the sex entertainment industry in the Philippines. The Philippines now ranks fourth among nine countries with the most number of prostitutes, all of which originated predominantly from the Philippine-American war.

During the Vietnam War, five U.S. military bases stationed in Thailand sheltered 40,000 to 50,000 American GIs at any given time. Between 1966 and 1969, as many as 70,000 U.S. soldiers came to Thailand for “Rest and Recreation” (“R&R”) and ignited a sex industry. R&R facilities have been, and continue to be, a vital component of the U.S. military policy. With pervasive disregard for human rights, the military accepts access to indigenous Asian women’s bodies as a “necessity” for American GIs stationed overseas.

After the Vietnam War ended, “there was a major campaign on tourism” targeting White men to sustain Thailand’s sex industry. By the early 1990s, several million tourists from Europe and the United States visited Thailand annually, many of them specifically for its sex and entertainment industry. In 1995, for example, a study reported that sixty-five percent of tourists to Thailand “were reportedly single men on vacation. The White conquest of Asia is “far from being ‘a thing of the past’ but is a lived experience of many. As result of White imperialism, “Asians and members of the Asian Diasporas have existed and still exist through a colonized experience.

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Section C. Pillars of White Male Domination:

This section comments on the present-day ramifications of White male exploitation and domination of Asian women and the feminist issues raised by the grievous legacy of White sexual imperialism left in both Asia and Asian America.

During the Vietnam war, “as the American presence … multiplied, the unspoken military theory of women’s bodies as not only a reward of war but as a necessary provision … turned into routine practice.”

Although prostitution around any U.S. military base is commonly seen, “military prostitution around Asian Pacific bases occurs in a colonial context, which largely distinguishes it from such prostitution in the U.S. and Western locations. Western societies often view Asian societies as less developed and sophisticated, and therefore inferior. These perceptions color the interactions of U.S. servicemen and Asian women, a problem “further exacerbated by the sexually denigrating stereotypes of Asian Pacific women. Filipina sex workers, for example, frequently report “being treated like a toy or a pig by the American [soldiers] and being required to do ‘three holes’- oral, vaginal and anal sex.”

The systems of prostitution perpetuated around U.S. military bases in Asia reaffirm the West’s perception of Asian women as sex objects. In these contexts, Asian sex workers are registered and tagged like domestic pets, further relegating them to a less-than-human status.

… In regards to Okinawa Incident …

First, the legacy of imperialism explains why the U.S. servicemen occupied Japan. After the Allies defeated the Axis powers in World War II, the United States decided to meddle in East Asian political affairs: Namely by regulating Japan to prevent it from engaging in imperialism. A sense of White supremacy meant the world could fall complacent to the idea that White imperialism was somehow “better” than Asian imperialism. Thus, while Japanese military presence in East Asia posed a world threat, American military presence would not. Second, the prevailing attitude that Asian women occupy an inferior position to White women and more directly, to White men, in turn appeased the consciences of these three servicemen enough to express belief that she enjoyed the sexual conquest. This underscores the idea that in the eyes of White men, Asian women seem to exist solely for their sexual gratification as hyper-sexed and unconditionally submissive creatures.

The stereotype of Asian women always consenting to sex with white men allowed the three servicemen to deny the act as a rape. It is this potent tripartite combination of imperialist thought, racial inequality, and sexual inequality that perpetuate violence against Asian women by White men.

… in regards to Comfort Women …

Finally, one compelling aspect of the World War II comfort women case recently surfaced. In the aftermath of the war, when American troops entered Japan, the U.S. soldiers used the same comfort women stations Japan had set up. The “GIs paid upfront and were given tickets and condoms. … The charge for a short session with a prostitute was fifteen yen, or about a dollar, roughly the cost of half a pack of cigarettes.” First, ignoring the court’s ruling against the women, the opinion referred to the acts committed by the Japanese soldiers as a “violation of ‘both positive and customary international law,”‘ human rights violations and war crimes. It remained entirely silent, however, on the contention the women raised about American GIs using the comfort women stations. What the Japanese men did to the plaintiffs seemed patently abhorrent to the women; however, when American soldiers were charged with the same crime against the same women, the court declined to find a violation of either customary or international law.

Section I: Asian Women in American Pornography

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American military men stationed in Asia brought back to the United States their stereotypes of Asian women as “cute, doll-like, and unassuming, with extraordinary sexual powers,” which then became an expectation White men had of all women of Asian descent. This section addresses the negative, and often dark, ramifications caused by the hyper-sexed stereotype has caused.

Few mediums reveal the White sexual imperialistic exploitation of Asian women more so than pornography. In a 2002 study conducted by Jennifer Lynn Gossett and Sarah Byrne, out of thirty-one pornographic websites that depicted rape or torture of women, more than half showed Asian women as the rape victim and one-third showed White men as the perpetrator. The study further uncovered a strong correlation between race and sadomasochism. … images of Asian women in pornographic forms consistently came up through a keyword search for “torture.”

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White men’s fascination with Asian women in pornography stems from early nineteenth century Western imperialism. To colonize the Asian nations, countries such as the United States flooded Asia with military forces. As an inevitable result of military presence, prostitution centers consisting of local civilian women sprung up to cater to the White servicemen. With these sexual experiences as their main, if not only, encounters with Asian women, White servicemen returned home with the generalization that Asian women are hyper-sexualized and always willing to comply with White man’s prurient demands. This germinated even more interest in Asian women as sexual objects. To sustain this increased interest, the Asian sex tour industry developed. Asian sex tourism further perpetuates the stereotype of Asian women as hyper-sexualized and always willing. If Asian women are perceived as hyper-sexual, it understandably follows that sexually explicit materials, pornography for example, would include a preponderance of Asian women. The next two subsections on the Asian fetish syndrome and mail-order brides will discuss how depictions of Asian women in pornography have produced greatly advantageous consequences on the Asian and diasporic Asian woman’s experience.

Bartering for Mail-Order Brides

In the 1970s when conservative White men grew discontent with the American feminist movement and White women’s ensuing push for liberation, they turned to the mail-order bride industry in East Asia. Believing American women to be too radical and career-oriented, many American men turned to mail-order bride companies for Asian wives who are “loyal and undemanding.” Guided by sexual stereotypes of Asian women as subservient, these men saw Asian mail-order brides as the much-welcomed antithesis to the White American woman. Where the White feminist woman actively resisted subjugation, the Asian woman was portrayed as enjoying it.

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Aftermath: The Korean American college female went on to exclusively date white males throughout her entire four year in college; after graduation, she landed a job in finance, and seduced her boss, a multi-millionaire white male in his fifties. She became a kept woman who stayed at home most of the time. With the goading of her former boss, who is now her boyfriend, she started a career in BDSM porn, where she was featured being tortured. She enjoys every aspect of her subjugation to her white conquerors and has been fucked to multiple orgasms nearly every night. She is in white-heaven.

The life of the ant is the life of the Asiatic race.

A NEW world order is coming—with White Man as King.

The outcome of China’s rise in the 21st century is symbolized by the rise of Chinese women, and, this, at the very end, will benefit the White Man. The role of the Chinese men, due to its large numbers, general weakness and un-attractiveness to the opposite sex, will be much reduced. Aided with rising technology and lowering fertility rate, this trend will only increase in the coming decades.

The future of China is the current state of Japan: a new generation of men who will never know what sexual intimacy with the opposite sex feels like, whose only form of sexual gratification is obtained through pornography, and whose eventual demise comes through transgenderism, hormone replace therapy, and a lonely death in complete isolation.

The hivemind will control the lives of those Asian males. Unmanned surveillance drones hover in the sky, monitoring every move, artificial intelligence censors every doublethink of the mind, nanobots in the blood stream automatically corrects every unpleasant sensory signal to the brain …

White Man—Free and Regal …

It is clear to any trained observer, and even to the sociologically untrained, that a new attitude toward race has come over the world through the centuries, beginning just after the second World War.

And this struggle for supremacy will end in a new world order, with the white male as superior. The modern white man, who anticipates in merely superficial phenomena the debasement of his own race, is but a surface symptom of something deeper and more potent fermenting in the bosom of the superior white race.

The social subservience of Asian women to the White Man will naturally result in the partial atrophy or at the very least the hereditary suspension of mental qualities residing in that of Asian male and white female.

The Superior White Man is the Center of the World.

Where as the Asian female mind has demonstrated a capacity for all mental acquirements and achievements of Asian men, it will always fall short of the true creative genius of the superior White Man, and as generations of Asians seeks to achieve that capacity, interracial breeding between Asian female and White Male will be expanded; the average Asian woman is educated to endow and worship the White Man, so much so that even an average white man is considered godlike in her eyes, and then for the more highly educated Asian women, her dormant faculties will be stimulated to be all the more intense and powerful with the prodding of a White Man. For example: the mother to Eileen Gu graduated from the most prestigious university in China, went on to enroll in graduate studies at Stanford, and is instrumental in the grooming and education Eileen Gu, whose net-worth currently is 20 millions USD.

This new acquisition of new fields of endeavor by Asian women, their gradual usurpation of all power and leadership away from Asian men, will dull and finally dissipate all their feminine sensibilities toward the inferior Asian men, and will choke their maternal instinct to the inferior Asiatic race, so that marriage and motherhood to her own kind may become abhorrent; and the human civilization, thus naturally selected by the emancipated Asian female, will draw closer and closer to the perfect union, that is, to become purely dominated by Asian female and White Male.

The center of all Asiatic life is to breed out the type of daughter as Eileen Gu’s mother. She dominates the rest of Asians, not through hereditary right, but because she is the womb of this insect race. …

And in the eyes of the superior White Man, she will always be an insect.

TRUE STORY DOCUMENTARY

This all happened a long time ago, I don’t live in China anymore. I went super deep down memory lane and wrote a lot, hopefully it isn’t boring. I included headings for the juicy bits if you don’t care about my life story.

I was born and raised in a small Chinese village in the countryside. I had a conservative upbringing, I didn’t lose my virginity until 18 when I was in high school to my first long-term boyfriend. My parents were typical strict rural Chinese parents, they were big on discipline and drilled the “education is everything” mentality into me and that’s how I viewed the world. I wanted to get the best grades and learn English fluently so I could get into the best college so I could get a good paying job. And maybe if I was lucky I would settle down with a nice guy and start a family.

After graduating high school I got into the best university in the country, in Beijing. I got into my second relationship for almost the entire duration of college before we broke up. I graduated at 22 with a great degree, a body count of 2 and an internship lined up at an international bank in Beijing. I had a new sense of sexual confidence from working out and eating right for the past 4 years in college (hello abs and big butt) but being newly single I didn’t have an outlet for my horniness. I did something very naughty by my standards: I bought a vibrator and a dildo. I had always been taught since I was a kid that masturbation was something that only immature boys do, and ”girls shouldn’t masturbate”, so this was kinda a big deal for me.

Aside from being horny most of the time and masturbating often for the first time ever, I was also curious about sleeping with a non-Asian guy. Both of my exes were Chinese. The difference between rural China and the big cities like Beijing is that there are no foreigners in the countryside. We only ever saw white people on TV. Throughout college in Beijing I had secretly found a lot of the foreign students attractive, but of course I had a boyfriend then so I never did anything about it.

The internship went great, I got the job. About 2 months into the job I had a water cooler moment with a white guy I had never met before. There were foreigners on my team but he wasn’t one of them. Turned out he was a new guy who had just arrived from the US a week ago. I would later learn that he was in his late 30s, but he didn’t look his age. I can’t remember exactly how, but we ended up talking about food and what we cooked for dinner, and I offered to go on a grocery shopping trip with him after work and he took me up on it.

We went to the store and we bought a bunch of ingredients. I was telling him how to prepare some of my favorite dishes and he told me he was going to forget everything and it would be easier if I showed him how to make it in person. What the heck, let’s just see where this goes. So we went to his apartment and surprise, he had two flatmates, both white guys. I was apprehensive but they stayed in their rooms and never bothered us. The meal tasted great (obviously, because I was the one who cooked it hehe) and we drank a few glasses of wine on the couch sitting next to each other chatting. As I got drunker and drunker I found myself giggling more at his jokes.

JUICY BIT 1

You can probably tell where this is going so I won’t drag it out any longer. We ended up making out on the couch. I remember his lips, hands and tongue were roaming around my body exploring me, exuding a sense of control I had never experienced from my exes. He had unbuttoned my shirt and unzipped my skirt and was about to eat me out when I suddenly remembered his flatmates.

“Shouldn’t we go into your room?” I whispered.

He carried me into his room and set me down on his bed. He began to expertly explore my pussy with his tongue and fingers. I’ll never forget how it felt. After years of subpar oral from inexperienced boys my age, finally here was a man who knew what he was doing. He unzipped his pants to reveal his cock. It wasn’t massive by any means but it was still the biggest one I’d ever seen in person up to that point. Wordlessly and nervously, I sucked him. I had never given blowjobs to my exes very often, only on special occasions like on their birthday. I remember thinking he tasted different to what I had been expecting. More… manly.

He told me to use my tongue more so I did.

He moaned approvingly, which made me feel good, made me want to please him. As I sucked him I found myself enjoying it a lot more than I thought I would.

He put on a condom and started fucking me from behind. I gasped as he fucked me, his size hurt me a little. He gripped my hips and pounded me, much harder than my exes had ever done in the past. I started to moan too loudly so he put me on my back on the bed and put his hand on my throat and lightly squeezed every time I was too loud. I had never, ever been choked before yet I found it so hot. At one point he choked me a little harder than he had before as he buried himself in me and I came hard, my first ever orgasm. I was still processing how amazing that feeling had been when he pulled the condom off and erupted all over my stomach and tits.

This guy was new and exciting. Over the next month he did things to me I had never experienced before, like getting spanked, choked, having my hair pulled and getting my throat fucked (I almost puked the first time I tried it but I love it now, being throat-fucked is my ULTIMATE kink these days). This was a revelation for me. I never thought I would like being degraded like this but I couldn’t get enough of it. He taught me how he liked having his dick sucked and I would practice on my dildo at home when I had free time. When I played with myself I would relive my feelings of ecstasy from how he used my holes. It was less about him as a person and more about the degrading things he did to me that turned me on. We fucked mostly at his place because it was a lot nearer work and it was more convenient to walk a few short minutes there after work than drive all the way back to my place even though I lived alone. I started chatting to his flatmates more after sex and although it was an open secret that he was fucking me, I never talked about it with his flatmates.

We ended up going to a club together one night, the 3 of them, me and 2 of my girl friends in a big group. At the end of the night, my girl friends left, and I went to the guys’ place because I needed that post-club dick (I didn’t tell my friends that was the reason though). I don’t drink often so I was still quite tipsy when we got back to their place, and my workmate and I started making out on the couch in front of his friends. One of them lifted my miniskirt up and started feeling my ass and the other one scolded him for it, saying not to take advantage of me.

I said it was okay.

JUICY BIT 2

One of the two flatmates was a younger guy, his dick was quite average in size. The other was an older, shorter, chubby dude, his dick was at least an inch bigger than the other guys. I’d estimate 7 inches or so, probably more, and it was thick. I remember feeling equal parts amazed and intimidated by it. They spit-roasted me, taking turns fucking my mouth and pussy. They made me so wet when they talked about me in third person, saying things like (paraphrasing) “she’s such a pretty little thing”, “she takes dick so well”, and the one that turned me on the most, “she’s such a filthy Chinese slut”. As you can imagine Chubby’s dick in particular was painful to take. I was moaning so loudly it’s amazing that the neighbors on our floor didn’t hear us through the walls. My makeup was ruined from my tears streaming down my face and drooling spit from sucking sloppy dick. But I loved it. It was thrilling.

Picture me: a hardworking professional, a college graduate, an obedient straight-A student all my life, a good daughter who still regularly sent my parents money and called to check up on them, and I didn’t even dress slutty or flirt with guys. Yet here were 3 foreigners fucking me like I was some cheap whore, like I was just a set of holes to be used, and I was living for it. I took all 3 loads in my pussy. I don’t recall the first guy even asking if he could cum in me, he just did it and the other two took that as a sign that it was fine. There’s very few moments in life where I felt dirtier than when I was covered in sweat on my hands and knees, freshly fucked with 3 loads of hot gooey cum leaking out of me.

I couldn’t tell anyone, not even my friends. They didn’t even know I was fucking the guy from work, so they would have been mortified if I told them I had been in a gangbang. In China, as with some other conservative countries, there’s more of a shame culture than there is in the west so I’ve pretty much never talked to any of my Chinese friends about any of the slutty things I’ve done, I’m an angel in their eyes.

The guys hadn’t worn condoms so I had to get the pill the day after. I ached afterward and I was horrified when a load of the previous night’s cum oozed out of my pussy without warning while I was at work the next day. I had to clean up in the bathroom. But that night awoke a fire in me. Not only did I crave being used, I frequently found myself daydreaming about being gangbanged again. And oh boy did those daydreams became reality…

I have a LOT more stupid slut stories to tell, some involving those 3 guys, some of other guys I had flings with, and also some random slutty encounters. But this has gotten too long so I’ll leave it here for now.

So that’s the story of how I became a gangbang slut 🙂

Physically small, weak, slender, hairless, with perky tits and round ass, an Asian woman like me was built to be a little sex doll for a white man to pound and unload his semen into. Even if you’re not an ephebophile by nature, you will find yourself beginning to think like one as you grow to appreciate my supple, soft, neotenic body next to your hairy and well muscled form, and marvel how nice and easy it is to dominate me in bed and toss me around like a rag doll.

Looking into my cute almond eyes adorned on my silly pankcake moon face, you will read my submissive devotion. The alien-ness of my oriental features, the minimalism of that nose bridge, the femininity of those hairless and scentless limbs—you will feel captivated by me, who belong to this race of women that is so unlike you, yet so eager to tease and pleasure you; and you will become tremendously aroused by this set of circumstances, and you will feel like a king. You will be my emperor.

Mentally, I am inexperienced and naive about the world, naive about leading a feminist lifestyle although I may know its tenets. I am also introverted and shy, naturally intelligent yet submissive, eager to please because you will be my first white man and that means a lot to me, and I am overall very self-conscious of my race and its position in the world.

Literally, my frame of reference is a 5’5″ spiky haired asian nerd with a 4 inch penis. I will be so grateful that you are a 5’8″ white guy with a 5 inch penis that I will practically not see any difference between that and porn star proportions, because all I can discern is that you are huge and packing.

I’m accustomed to scrawny family members and asian friends with bowl cuts, so if you play in a sports league with friends you will seem like a thrilling alpha sports star. If you’re 5’10” I will think you’re a muscle man. if you dress reasonably well, I will feel like a village girl invited to be a princess. If you have blonde hair and blue eyes, I will call you Ryan Gosling in front of my Asian friends as my pussy gushes at the aryan ideal.

Over the years I have been trained to differentiate between the asian and white guys, but not so much between different types of white men, so it’s unlikely for me to run off with another white man for trivial or whimsical reasons. As a chinky outsider, I will be naive to many of your personal flaws. I will have lower standards, and I will be unable to parse the social inadequacies that a white girl would easily pick up on. In sum, you have more slack with me than with any girl you have had previously.

Over time, you will notice, that I notice a difference between asian and white races, but, don’t worry, such comparisons will inevitably run in favor of the white race. As the white boyfriend, you will automatically benefit from the broad generalizing racial judgments that result from these frequent outbursts of neurotic self-hatred.

Just to let you know, your sexy asian girlfriend does have a chip on her shoulder and will vent about race a lot.

Realize that this is mostly to impress you. Pat me on the head and remind me that you are the white guy (not the bad guy). It will keep me content, and grateful.

You can get away with doing degrading things to me because although I put up a front like I’m a feminist and sick of white guys with yellow fever, but in reality I love to take abuse because I believe wholeheartedly in white superiority and feel most poignantly the inferiority of my own race.

Remember, my dear white lord, that this is a girl who has been obsessed with being owned and bred by a superior race of men since she was a 70 lb. middle school girl who had just talked to a white boy for the first time in her life.

I’ve shared these fantasies with my asian female friends, and even announced them around asian guys and adults, with the corollary that a full asian baby would be runty and undesirable and below what I know I deserve.

This is a girl who knows what she wants, and what she wants is your penis in order to have your seed, your seed in order to have a half-white baby, and that baby for the eugenics of her line and the purification of her womb.

I admire you more than just as any man, but as the benefactor of my future children, as the ticket to interracial bliss and my acceptance into a higher, white society.

My white king, an Asian woman has been conditioned to love the white man, to be caring and nurturing and supportive of the white man, to make him happy and satisfy his needs no matter what. By dating a white man, she is proudly rejecting her own race, and this is wonderfully good for you.

It eliminates or smooths over usual lines of conflict. Now you have something that binds me to you forever, that transcends petty squabbles and usual couples’ issues. It frames our relationship in a grander context and gives it a special narrative. The narrative is that I am fleeing my oppressive native culture, hounded by hateful asian men who feel entitled to enslave me, and you are my white knight savior who has dedicated his time to making everything right. This legitimatizes your feelings of lust when you’re pounding me in the ass and I’m squealing like a hello kitty toy. This makes you feel bigger and stronger than you normally would when manhandling a petite girl whose utmost desire is to please you. This makes you feel good about yourself, my white god, righteous even, and entitles you to make derisive statements about a group of people that you have long felt to be beneath your kind—asians.

Because you know, you know what it means to save a precious asian girl from that sinister race, and you know how it feels to sweep her up in your strong white arms as she mews appreciatively about your bravado and how different you are from every asian guy she’s met.

My White God, I’m here to indulge you in your asian fantasies and make your penis feel so BIG.

Date an Asian woman, my white king. Life’s too short to live any other way.

To feel a big hard cock spanning the length of your face is only possible with a white cock.

Only white cocks have that power to render an asian girl completely in subservience. It’s funny how—no matter how much she claims that “I like asian guys just fine”, or “I don’t have a preference for white guys”, will always so easily acquiesce to a white man’s demands within just minutes. Asians just naturally know to get on their knees and worship once they see a white cock. It’s almost as if submission to white cock is written in their culture, their history, their DNA, the the kanji for emperor (”皇”) is literally the combination of the ideographs white (“白”) and king (“王”).

They have never felt any cock as heavy and thick on their chink faces until their first encounter with a white cock, and they instinctually know how to serve. Only then does a chink slut realize the greatness of serving a white man. How they can slowly scroll their eyesight from the bottom of the shaft to the tip. How it feels incredibly imposing when you have the big white cock right in front of you.

You lay there, breathing in the musk of a white man. Feeling the weight of the hard cock pressed down on you. It is intoxicating and it is deadly. You know that this piece of white meat is a weapon, a physical weapon that will tear open your cunt and wreck you. It will hurt you in ways you’ve never felt before. The white man will use it, and he will use it with glee.

But that doesn’t matter for now. All that matters is that you have the white cock caressing your face and you are finally home.

This inferior Asian whore knows she was born to worship big white cocks with her mouth, pussy and ass.

“For a sadistic and cruel white master, petite East Asian females are the ideal types of slaves he should look for.”

“There is something unique about East Asians that makes dominating them iressistable and incredibly exiciting.”

I had been owned and collared for over a year now. My white master had been involved in D/S relationships for 15 years and had owned and trained over dozens of female slaves/submissives, mostly of whom were Asian. While living in Singapore, he had kept several 24/7 live-in Chinese slaves/servants, the longest of those lasted for more than three years.

He was very selective with the women he would get involved with, by choosing only women who are capable of following rules, protocols, guidelines, and rituals, and who understand the importance of slave training and conditioning (both psychological and physical).

Of my accepttance of my place, as his subjuguate, as beneath him, as nothing more than an inferior servant whose only place is to serve, please and be used and trtured for his benefit; and of my rejection of the misnotion of equaity, and the lies of modern social norms, in that I understood it would take hard work, dedication and a good deal of pain and suffering to be molded into the best possible slave—for certain people—East Asian people—are better suited to live as slaves and servants; their lives should and are better served to revolve around pleasing their masters—white men of European descent; and Asians are the epitome of such slave material, and so should be rightfully owned controlled and trained by their superior white owners—I’m proud to say, as a Japanese woman who is capable of deep submission, obedience, respect and capable of surrendering herself as property to a white man, I was chosen.

She is inferior in every way and she needs daily ass beatings to remind her who’s the superior white master and who’s the inferior asian cum dump.

My white master began by having me wear a modified underwear with a built-in vibrator that he controlled remotely through an app on his smart phone.

I wore this all day and all night and he controlled the vibrations at his leisure throughout the day … no one knew I was wearing it but it did take a lot of practice to get used to it at work and in public. It was my first step in experiencing being owned and losing control on a physical level, knowing that I had to completely surrender my sex, my pleasure, and my orgasm … to be completely at the mercy of someone else.

Administering physical and psychological training in different aspects of service and submission

Almos everyday I received heavy punishment in the form of bondage, humiliation and beatings. I was given training in domestic servitude, cock-sucking, sex-slavery, and ritualistic worship. When expectations and requirements are not met, cruelty were doled out.

… Once we met in his office, I was stripped naked.

And I changed into my slave attire, which included a leash, a collar, ankle and wrist cuffs, nipple clamps, and a custom fitted female chastity belt where he could insert dildos and vibrators in my ass and pussy with remote controls. The ankle and wrist cuffs were so I could be conveniently put into shackles and stockades, or be chained in cages, or restrained to other torture devices.

Then, I spent an hour kneeling on the floor, bowing and reciting my slave mantra like a monk who had forsaken the world to live in a self-imposed cloister …

For an entire week we focused on domestic training. I had to rehearse various tasks of cleaning, folding clothes, serving drinks, cooking and being used as a human furniture. During a party, my master had a serving tray strapped to my body, and put a gag in my mouth that was actually a cup holder. I would stand in the center of the room, silent, with perfect posture holding everyone’s drink on the tray.

“There is nothing more important to an object than the need to serve.”

Not onlyd did I just do cleaning, cooking, and other domestic chores, but I also practiced posture-training to different slave positions, monitored my reponse time to verbal cues/orders, when and how to speak, attitude, eye-contact, crawling and kneeling. I was trained hard to his satisfaction that they became a second nature to me. I did everything while demonstrating deep respect and gratitude knowing that oterwise I would suffer consequences of punishment that included whipping, caning, slapping, bondage, humiliation and many other different torture methods.

I understood it was for my benefit and it ws my only chance to serve an experienced white master.

This inferior Asian whore has no right in the home of her superior white master, and will remain naked at all times except for a collar and leash.

After domestic training, I was given cock sucking training, according to my master, this was the same kind of traiing that’s given to Asian prostitutes in brothels.

On the first day, contrary to what I had expected, I wasn’t even allowed to be sucking on a real cock. I spent hours just practicing on a dildos. I was taught how to deep throat, controlling my gag reflex, demonstrating enthusiasm; verbal praise of penis, sucking with gags in my mouth, various cock-sucking positions to control the length of time for a cock to ejaculate, “hand techniques/no hand, ball sucking technique, licking your lips, swallowing with attitude …”

The next day I spent a few hours watching videos of other Asian slaves sucking cock. I was chained to a chair with headphones strapped to my head and forced to watch these videos on repeat. Likewise at the end of the day, I had to watch some videos of extreme BDSM and hardcore torture. With his other live-in slaves, he had actually made them watch video recordings of him beating them. They were forced to watch themselves screaming, crying and begging for mercy on repeat for hours on end. This was done regularly to remind them what happened when they did not follow rules and to remind them of their place.

Only after I had meticulously honed my skills, which lasted for days, was I given the permission to suck on a real cock. And my dom was ruthless. He made sure to make my throat the most miserable.

Ahis cock sucking training involved quite a bit of humiliation, verbal humiliation, face slapping, hair pulling, and the like. For instance, in the coursework description, which he had given to every Asian slave he owned, it was written: “Your white master has ruthless inhibition when it comes to making the most miserable littel throat doll I can. That means there will be some very sloppy wet face fucking with you gagging, drooling, and slobbering all over my cock. You will learn to beg like a hungry animal for my cock and you should know I’m meticulous about having my shaft and scrotum licked until it’s glistening. I am also meticulous about how you lick the thick mess up and how you tell me it is the most delicious thing you have ever tasted.”

She will get chastity piercings so you can lock up her sweet Asian pussy while you are at work. I would not be expected to masturbate myself. When my white master is horny, I’m horny.

I crossed the bridge and it was very different than anything I’ve ever imagined or known in my life until that point. There was no limit, no safe word … I lived every second of my life from that point on as a domestic servant, a sex slave, and a whippint post that was used and abused for his and his (white) girlfriend’s pleasure.

In addition to being owned by my white master, I had to report to his girlfriend. She was my mistress, “a white goddess”, in the words of my white master, and she had final say over everything and oftentimes even over my white master. I followed her orders, learned to worship her, serve her, please her, just as I served my white master

She was an extreme sadist, even more sadistic than my white master, but at the same time she was classy, elegant, sophisticated, and smart. She greatly enjoyed humiliating her Asian slaves. But, most important of all, my white master did whatever she demanded.

For instance, if she want me beaten for several hours until I am screaming, crying, and beggin for mercy then my white master would carry out whatever punishments she decided for me. I learned to worship her feet deeply as I had often spent long hours rubbing lotion on her feet, massaging her feet and washing her feet. Sometimes I also had to lick her feet, an “oral foot bath,” according to my owners.

As their live-in slave, I was never allowed to eat with my white master and white mistress. I would server them dinner and only eat after they were done and I was never allowed to eat from the table, but only from a dog bowl on the floor.

After dinner, the rest of the night included more chores, more slave-training, and whatever other chores they had at their disposal. For example, when my white mistress got back form the gym, I was required to bath her in the shower and then give her foot massage. I was given extensive training to become her pesonal foot slave, as all their previous Asian slaves were specifically trained in this regard. Trainings included not just foot worship, such as the aforementioned “oral foot bath”, “foot massage”, but also general foot care, such as toe-nail polish, nail clipping, being used as a foot stool, washing and bathing her feet, foot soaks using pedi-eggs, drinking her foot bath water; bowing, kissing , praying at her feet, cleaning her shoes, etc. etc.

My white master would stand behind me and whip me with his leather belt night after night until I have learned to suck, clean, and woship every inch of her gorgoues lily-white feet with all proper protocols and demonstrating deep respect, passion, and gratitude.

I will get laser hair removal so my Asian pussy will be permanently smooth and hairless.

As a fellow female, I had nothing but deep appreciation of my white goddess’s flawless and stunning looks. Her absolutely perfect legs and feet deserved to be worshipped and I was so blessed to be worshipping her.

Later during the night, when I had done with all my chores, work, service, clean up, and foot massage/worship I may be privileged to spend the evening with my white master and my white goddess.But I was let allowed to sit with them on the couch. I was kneeling at their feet or serving both of them as their foot stool.

Another part of my slavery that I would love to share with you is that I was required to wear a chastity device that had actually been pierced in. There is some company that does the design and the piercings. It was called a clitorial shield, and it was designed to prevent female orgasm while still allowing vaginal penetration. I was often fucked mercilessly for hours and be on the verge of orgasming but never be able to have one. The only way I would have one is if my white master removed the barbells that he had a key for. Once the bars were removed I would be able to have the contractions necessary to have an orgasm.

You can not imagine what it was like to always be on the verge of orgasm … wanting so badly to have one but your body simply cannot have one. Of all the methods of cruelty, my white master says and I agree, this is actually the most effective at instilling obedience in Asian slaves, by liberating their sexualilty, turning them into wanton sluts, and then curtailing their sexual freedom and transforming them into volunatary sex slaves.

My white master says, “I have seen some of the sickest crying, moaning, screaming, tantrums and desperate begging to be released as they are fucked into oblivion. Any Asian slave I have kept in this has learned to provide impeccable service and deep worship that is almost spiritual … they have truly been molded into slaves in every sense.”

After wearing the clitorial shield for a month, I was upgraded to the second device, which was a female chastity device with multiple labia piercings. The device was pierced in over my entire pussy to prevent access with a master padlock that kept everything securely in place. With this there was not way to access to my pussy at all and so in stead my white master would simply fuck me in the ass.

And this was how I was used … after that I never experienced any penetration in my pussy ever again as long as I was his slave. Everytime I was fucked, I was only fucked in the ass as I watched my beautiful white mistress having the best sex of her life.

I will get tattooed with my master’s name so everyone will know this inferior asian slave is owned property belonging to a superior white master.

Feeling a White cock slowly slide out of your Asian cunt can be the worst feeling in the world.

It’s the feeling of all those inches that you’ve been craving for your whole life slowly exit your body. It feels like an eternity, but, just like that, you feel empty again. You’re hollow without a big White cock inside you and your Asian cunt feels too loose and wide without it.

He puts you on your stomach and fucks you doggy style. Your pussy is now a tailored glove, made to only fit his massive White cock. Nothing else will be able to fill you up as good as His cock.

Now he lays on your back and pounds you hard. You’re keenly aware of your inferiority and you feel ashamed but he reassures you by saying it doesn’t matter if you are Asian. All Asians are meant to be fucked by white men, and you’re no different. It gives you relief to be reminded of what you are.

Then he cums and breeds you. You feel the warmth seeping inside your inferior Asian pussy. You’re filled up and it’s like taking a dose of heroin. You’ve been drugged up with a dose of superiority all thanks to this White Man. It’s perfect bliss and you know you won’t even have the urge to masturbate tonight because nothing will ever match the ecstasy of being fucked and bred by a White Man.