White God in Shanghai

Chapter 26

Miss Chink wakes up with a jolt. She has just fallen down some stairs in a dream, and she bolts upright, momentarily disoriented. It is dark, and she’s in White God’s bed alone. Something has woken her, some nagging thought. She glances over at the alarm clock on her bedside. It is five in the morning, but she feels rested. Why is that? Oh—it’s the time difference—it would be five in the afternoon in New York.

Holy crap … I need to take my pill.

She clambers out of bed, grateful for whatever it is that has woken her. She can hear faint notes from the piano. White God is playing.

This I must see.

She loves watching him play. Naked, she grabs her bathrobe from the chair and wanders quietly down the corridor, slipping on her robe and listening to the magical sound of the melodic lament that’s coming from the great room.

Shrouded in darkness, White God sits in a bubble of light as he plays, and his hair glints with burnished copper highlights. He looks naked, though she knows he’s wearing his PJ bottoms. He’s concentrating, playing beautifully, lost in the melancholy of the music. She hesitates, watching from the shadows, not wanting to interrupt him.

I want to hold him.

He looks lost, sad even, and achingly lonely—or maybe it’s the music that’s so full of poignant sorrow. He finishes the piece, pauses for a split second, then starts to play it again. She moves cautiously toward him, drawn as the moth to the flame … the idea makes her smile. He glances up at her and frowns before his gaze returns to his hands.

Oh, crap, is he pissed off that I’m disturbing him?

“You should be asleep, Chink,” he scolds mildly.

She can tell he’s preoccupied with something.

“So, should you,” she retorts not quite as mildly.

He glances up again, his lips twitching with a trace of a smile.

“Are you scolding me, you little chink slave?’

“Yes, my White God, I am.”

He frowns once more as a trace of irritation or anger flashes across his face.

With me? Surely not.

She ignores his facial expression and very bravely sits down beside him on the piano stool, placing her head on his bare shoulder to watch his deft, agile fingers caress the keys. He pauses fractionally, and then continues to the end of the piece.

“What was that,” she asks softly.

“Chopin. Prelude pus twenty-eight, number four. In E minor, if you are interested,” he murmurs.

“I’m always interested in what you do.”

He turns and softly presses his lips against my hair.

“I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You didn’t. Play the other one.”

“Other one?”

“The Bach piece that you played the first night I stayed.”

“Oh, the Marcello.”

He starts to play slowly and deliberately. She feels the movement of his hands on his shoulders as she leans against him and closes her eyes. The sad, soulful notes swirl slowly and mournfully around Ms. Chink and her White God, echoing off the walls. It is a hauntingly beautiful piece, sadder even than the Chopin, and she loses herself to the beautify of the lament. To a certain extent, it reflects how she feels. The deep poignant longing she has to know this extraordinary White God better, to try to understand His sadness. All too soon, the piece is at an end.

“Why do you only play such sad music?”

She sits upright and gazes up at him as he shrugs in answer to her question, his expression wary.

“So you were very young when you started to play?” She prompts.

He nods, his wary look intensifying. After a moment he volunteers. “I threw myself into learning the piano to please my new mother.”

“To fit into the perfect family?”

“Yes, so to speak,” he says evasively. “Why are you awake? Don’t you need to recover from yesterday’s exertions?”

“I need to take my pill.”

He raises his eyebrows in surprise. “Well remembered,” he murmurs, and she can tell he’s impressed. “Only you would start a course of time-specific birth control pills in a different time zone. Perhaps you should wait half an hour and then another half hour tomorrow mroning. So eventually you can take them at a reasonable time.”

“Good plan,” she breathes. “So what shall we do for half an hour?” She blinks innocently at him.

“I can think of a few things.” He grins salaciously. She gazes back impassively as her insides clench and melts under his knowing look.

“On the other hand, we could talk,” she suggests innocently.

His brow creases.

“I prefer what I have in mind.” He scoops her onto his lap.

“You’d always rather have sex than talk.” She laughs, steadying herself by holding on to his upper arms.

“True, especially with tiny chink slaves.” He nuzzles her hair and starts a steady trail of kisses from below her ear to her throat. “Maybe on my piano,” he whispers.

Oh my. My whole body tightens at the thought. Piano. Wow.

“I want to get something straight,” she whispers as her pulse starts to accelerate, and her inner goddess closes her eyes, reveling in the feel of his lips on her.

He pauses momentarily before continuing his sensual assault.

“Always so eager for information, Miss Chink. What needs straightening out?” He breathes against her skin at the base of her neck, continuing his soft gentle kisses.

“Us,” she whispers as she closes her eyes.

“Hmmm. What about us?” He pauses his trail of kisses along her shoulder.

“The contract.”

He lifts his head to gaze down at her, a hint of amusement in his eyes and sighs. He strokes his fingertips down her cheek.

“Well, I think the contract is moot, don’t you?” His voice is low and husky, his eyes soft.

“Moot?”

“Moot.” He smiles. She gapes at him quizzically.

“but you were so keen.”

“Well, that was before. Anyways. The rules aren’t moot. They still stand.” His expression hardens slightly.

“Before? Before what?”

“Before …” He pauses and the wary expression is back.

“More.” He shrugs.

“Oh.”

“Besides, we’ve been in the playroom twice now, and you haven’t run screaming for the hills.”

“Do you expect me to?”

“Nothing you do is expected, chink.” He says dryly.

“So let me be clear. You just want me to follow the rules element of the contract all the time and not the rest of the contract?’

“Except in the playroom. I want you to follow the spirit of the contract in the playroom, and yes, I want you to follow the rules—all the time. Then I know you’ll be safe, and I will be able to have you anytime I wish.”

“And if I break one of the rules?”

“Then I’ll punish you.”

“But won’t you need my permission?”

“Yes.”

“And if I say no?”

He gazes at the chink for moment, with a confused expression.

“If you say no, you’ll say no.”

She pulls away from him and stands. She needs some distance. He frowns as she stares down at him. He looks puzzled and wary again.

“So the punishment aspect remains.”

“Yes, but only if you break the rules.”

“I’ll need to reread them,” she says, trying to recall the details.

“I’ll fetch them for you.” His tone is suddenly businesslike.

Whoa. This has gotten serious so quickly.

He rises from the piano and walks lithely to his study. Her scalp prickles.

Jeez, I need some tea. The future of our so-called relationship is being discussed at 5:45 in the morning when he’s preoccupied with something else—is this wise?

She heads into the kitchen, which is still shrouded in darkness. Where are the light switches? She finds them, flicks them on, and pour water into the kettle.

My pill!

She rummages in her purse, which she left on the breakfast bar, and finds them quickly.

One swallow and I’m done.

By the time she finishes, White God is back, sitting on one of the barstools, watching her intently.

“Here you go.” He pushes a typed piece of paper toward her, and she notices that he’s crossed some things out.

RULES

Obedience:

The Chink will obey any instructions given by the White God immediately without hesitation or reservation and in an expeditious manner. The Chink will agree to any sexual activity deemed fit and pleasurable by the White God excepting those activities that are outlined in hard limits (Appednix2). She will do so eagerly and without hesitation.

Sleep:

The Chink will ensure she achieves a minimum of eight seven hours’ sleep a night when she is not with the Dominant.

Food:

The Chink will eat regularly to maintain her health and wellbeing from a prescribed listed of foods (Appendix 4). The Chink will not snack between meals, with the exception of fruit.

Clothes:

While with White God, the Chink will wear clothing only approved by the White God. White God will provide a clothing budget for the Chink, which the Chink shall utilize. White God shall accompany the Chink to purchase clothing on ad hoc basis.

Exercise:

White God shall provide the Chink with a personal trainer four three times a week in the hour-long sessions at times to be mutually agree upon by the personal trainer and the Chink. The personal trainer will report to the White God on the Chink’s progress.

Personal Hygiene/Beauty:

The Chink will keep herself clean and shaved and/or waxed at all times. The Chink will visit a beauty salon of the White God’s choosing at times to be decided by the White God and undergo whatever treatments the White God sees fit.

Personal Safety:

The Chink will not drink to excess, smoke, take recreational drugs or put herself in any unnecessary danger.

Personal Qualities:

The Chink will not enter into any sexual relations with anyone other than White God. The Chink will conduct herself in a respectful and modest manner at all times. She must recognized that her behavior is a direct reflection on the White God. She shall be held accountable for any misdeeds, wrongdoings, and misbehavior committed when not in the presence of White God.

Failure to comply with any of the above will result in immediate punishment, the nature of which shall be determined by White God.

“So, the obedience thing still stands?”

“Oh yes.” He grins.

She shakes her head amused, and before she realizes it, she rolls her eyes at him.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me, Chink?” HE breathes.

Oh, fuck.

“Possibly, depends what your reaction is.”

“Same as always,” he says, shaking his head, his eyes alight with excitement.

Miss Chink swallows instinctively and a frisson of exhilaration runs through her.

Holyshit. What am I going to do?

“Yes?” He licks his lower lip.

“You want to spank me now.”

“Yes. And I will.”

“Oh, really?” She challenges, grinning back at him.

Two can play this game.

“Are you going to stop me?’

“You’re going to have to catch me first.”

His eyes widen a fraction, and he grins, slowly getting to his feet.

“Oh really, you little chink slave?”

The breakfast bar is between Miss Chink and White God. She has never been more grateful for its existence than in this moment.

“And you’re biting your lip,” he breathes, moving slowly to his left as she moves to hers.

“You wouldn’t,” she teases, “After all, you roll your eyes.” She tries to reasoning with him. He continues to move toward his left, as does she.

“Yes, but you’ve just raised the bar on the excitement stakes with this game.” His eyes blaze, and wild anticipation emanates form him.”

“I’m quite fast, you know.” She tries for nonchalance.

“So am I.”

He’s stalking her in his own kitchen.

“Are you going to come quietly?” He asks.

“Do I ever?”

“What do you mean, you little chink?” He smirks. “It’ll be worse for you if I have to come and get you.”

“That’s only if you catch me, my White God. And right now, I have no intention of letting you catch me.”

“Chink, you may fall and hurt yourself. Which will put you in direction contravention of rule number seven, now six.”

“I have been in danger since I met you, my White God, rules or no rules.”

“Yes, you have,” he pauses, and his brow furrows.

Suddenly, he lunges for her, making her squeal and run for the dining room table. She manages to escape, putting the table in between. Her heart is pounding and adrenaline has spiked through her body.

Boy that is thrilling. I’m a child again, though that’s not right.

She watches him carefully as he paces delibeartely toward her. She inches away.

“You certainly know how to distract.”

“I aim to please. Distract you from what?”

“Life. The universe.” He waves one of his hands vaguely.

“You did seem very preoccupied as you were playing.”

He stops and folds his arms, his expression amused.

“We can do this all day, hink, but I will get you, and it will just be worse for you when I do.”

“No, you won’t.”

I must not be overconfident.

She repeats this as a mantra.

“Anyone would think you didn’t want me to catch you.”

“I don’t. That’s the point. I feel about punishment the way you feel about my touching you.”

His entire demeanor changes in a second. Gone is playful White God, and he stands staring at her as if she has slapped him. He’s ashen.

“That’s how you feel?” He whispers.

Those four words, and the way he utters them, speak volumes.

Oh no.

They tell her so much more about him and how he feels. They tell her about his fear and loathing. She frowns.

No, I don’t feel that bad. No way. Do I?

“No, it doesn’t affect me quiet as much as that, but it gives you an idea,” I murmur, staring anxiously at him.

“Oh,” he says.

Crap. He looks completely and utterly lost, like I’ve pull the rug from under his feet.

Taking a deep breathe, she moves around the table until she is standing in front of him, gazing into his apprehensive eyes.

“You hate it that much?” He breathes, his eyes filled with horror.

“Well … no,” she assures him.

Jeez—that’s how he feels about people touching him?

“No, I feel ambivalent about it. I don’t like it, but I don’t hate it.”

“But last night, in the playroom, you …”

“I do it for you, my White God, because you need it. I don’t. You didn’t hurt me last night. That was in a different context, and I can rationalize that internally, and I trust you. But when you want to punish me, I worry that you’ll hurt me.”

His eyes darken like a turbulent storm. Time moves and expands and slips away before he answers softly.

“But I want to hurt you.”

Fuck!

“Why?’

He runs his hand through his hair and shrugs.

“I just need it.” He pauses, gazing at her with anguish, and he closes his eyes and shakes his head. I can’t tell you,” he whispers.

“Can’t or won’t.”

“Won’t.”

“So you know why.”

“Yes.”

“But you won’t tell me.”

“If I do, you will run screaming from this room, and you’ll never want to return.” He stares at her warily. “I can’t risk that.”

“You want me to stay.”

“More than you know.”

Oh my.

He gazes down at her, and suddenly, he pulls her into his arms and he’s kissing her, kissing her passionately. It takes her completely by surprise and she senses his panic and desperate need in his kiss.

“You said you wouldn’t leave me, and you begged me not to leave you, in your sleep,” he murmurs against her lips.

Oh … my nocturnal confessions.

“I don’t want to go.” And her heart clenches, turning itself inside out.

He is in need. His fear is naked and obvious, but he’s lost … somewhere in his darkness. His eyes are wide and bleak and tortured. The chink can soothe him, join him in the darkness and brings him into the light.

“Show me,” she whispers.

“Show you?”

“Show me how much it can hurt.”

“What?”

“Punish me. I want to know how bad it can get.”

“You would try.”

“Yes. I said I would.”

“You are so confusing.”

“I’m confused too. I’m trying to work this out. And you and I will know, once and for all, if I can do this. If I can handle this, then maybe you—“ Her words fail, and his eyes widen. He knows what she is referring to. For a moment, he looks torn, but then a steely resolve settles on his features and he narrows his eyes, gazing at her speculatively as if weighing up alternatives.

Abruptly, he clasps her arms in a firm grip and turns, leading her out of the great room, up the stairs, and to the playroom. Pleasure and pain, reward and punishment—his words from so long ago echo through her mind.

“I will show you how bad it can be, and you can make your own mind up.” He pauses by the door. “Are you ready, you fucking chink?”

She nods, her mind made up, and she’s vaguely lightheaded, faint as all the blood leaves her face.

He opens the door and still grasping her arms, grabs what looks like a belt from the rack beside the door, then leads her over to the red leather bench in the far corner of the room.

“Bend over the bench,” he murmurs softly.

Okay. I can do this.

She bends over the smooth soft leather. He’s left her bathrobe on. In a quiet part of her brain, she’s vaguely surprised that he hasn’t made her take if off.

Holy fuck, this is going to hurt … I know.

“We are here because you said yes, and you ran from me. I’m going to to hit you six times, and you will count with me.”

Why the hell doesn’t he just get on with it? He always makes such a meal of punishing me. I roll my eyes, knowing full well he can’t see me.

He lifts the hem of her bathrobe, and for some reason, this feels more intimate than being naked. He caresses her behind, running his warm hand all over both cheeks and down to the tops of her thighs.

“I’m doing this so that you remember not to run from me, and as exciting as it is, I never want you to run from me,” he whispers.

And the irony is not lost. She was running to avoid this. If he’d opened his arms, she’d run to him not away from him.

“And you rolled your eyes at me. You know how I feel about that.” Suddenly, it’s gone—that nervous edgy fear in his voice. He’s back from wherever he’s been. She hears it in his tone, in the way he places his fingers on her back, holding her—and the atmosphere in the room changes.

She closes her yes, bracing herself for the blow. It comes hard, snapping across her backside, and the bite of the belt is everything she feared. She cries out involuntarily and takes a huge gulp of air.

“Count, chink!” He commands.

“One!” She shouts at him, and it sounds like an expletive.

He hits her again, and the pain pulses and echoes along the line of the blet.

Holy shit … that smarts.

“Two!” The chink screams.

It feels so good to scream.

His breathing is ragged and harsh, whereas hers is almost nonexistent as she desperately scrabbles around her psyche looking for some internal strength. The belt cuts into her flesh again.

“Three!” Tears spring unwelcome into her eyes.

Jeez—this is harder than I thought—so much harder than the spanking. He’s not holding anything back.

“Four!” The chink yells as the belt bites her again, and now the tears are streaming down her face.

I don’t want to cry. It angers me that I am crying.

He hits the chink again.

“Five.” Her voice is more a choked, strangled sob, and in this moment the chink thinks she hates him.

One more, I can do one more.

Her backside feels as if it’s on fire.

“Six,” she whispers as the blistering pain cuts across her again, and she hears him drop the belt behind her, and he’s pulling her into his arms, all breathless and compassionate

And I want none of him.

“Let go …. no …” And she finds herself struggling out of his grasp, pushing him away. Fighting him.

“Don’t touch me!” She hisses. She straightens and stares at him and he’s watching her as if she might bolt, eyes wide, bemused. She dashes the tears angrily out of her eyes with the backs of her hands, glaring at him.

“This is what you really? Me, like this?” She uses the sleeve of the bathrobe to wipe her nose.

He gazes at her warily.

“Well, you are one fucked up son of a bitch.”

“Chink,” he pleads, shocked.

“Don’t you chink me! You need to sort your shit out. White God.” And with that, she turns stiffly, and walks out of the playroom, closing the door quietly behind her.

I put the Big White Cock in my mouth and close my eyes …

I am not worthy to see what a real man looks like.

Memories of my childhood come rushing back to me. Of how I’ve always looked at White Men and wished I could be around them. Of seeing the white boys among my classmates going through puberty, seeing them grow tall and muscular, seeing their chest hair underneath the collar of their shirts … seeing them grow from boys into men, White Men, seeing how big a White Cock really was the first time I got fucked. … Of realizing as an asian girl living in America, I was destined to be their whore.

I hold on to His shaft. It’s thick and I grasp it in my tiny hand. It reminds me of the broom handle at home that I use to sweep the floor with as my father watched Asian soap opera on the television in the living room.

I smell the scent of His musky pubes. His pheromones linger in my nostrils and I think of the sweaty white athletes in my high school. How they all smelled of grown men while they were just teenagers.

I taste his pre-cum as I slid my lips further down his hard cock. It was thick and I can taste the bittersweet flavor. It reminds me of the bland congee my mother made for me growing up.

He calls me “chink”. And I’m reminded of all the white men I’ve met in my life. My teachers, my professors, my superiors at work, my supervisor, my thesis advisor, my boyfriends, my hook ups … all the White Men that have revealed to me my own inferiority as a white-owned asian slut.

Finally … I open my eyes. I look up to Him. My Master, my King, my God, my reason for existence. I see every inch of his thick cock extending from my lips all the way to his blonde bush. I raise my eyes, past his treasure trail and hairy chest, up to his thick neck and rough beard, and finally meet his blue eyes.

I lose myself in those deep blue eyes. Like an ocean threatening to drown me in my powerless position. Twin tidal waves making me gag and lose my breath. I am a chink lost at sea, and the White Man is my lifesaver and weight, lifting me up with his powerful hip and pulling me further down with his muscular hands, marking with his urine over his property, handing my life over to Him as an asian bitch for White Men.

White God and Chink chapter 1

There is no place on earth like Hong Kong, where females outnumber males 4 to 1, and every local Chinese girl wants a white man. White Men built Hong Kong. White Men gave Hong Kong the freedom, the prosperity, and the prestige it has today. Every single Chinese person living in Hong Kong worships White Men as gods. And every night, millions of sexy little Chinese whores prowl the streets looking for white men to please, and they are so eager to please, so obedient to the whims of every white king, so immersed in a culture of White Worship that they will do anything to curry favors for white men, and most important of all, they are so cheap! Any middle-class white man can afford to accommodate a large harem of Chinese concubines, turn them into his personal fucktoys, cum dumps, and exotic sex slaves. There is no limit to what you can do to those inferior chink whores. Hong Kong is truly the paradise for White Men.

Chapter 1

A tortured Chink

“Yes Mr. Simon”. responded the two chink slaves in unison.

Ms. Chink moved to the chair and found a pair of red heels on denim bib overalls. Stepping out of her current heels, she slipped into the overalls. She found them to be at least 2 sizes too large for her, a typically petite Asian woman in her mid thirties, when in fact she looked much younger. Like most Asian women, Ms. Chink simply does not age. “It’s truly a blessing to be an Asian woman, and it is even better when there are white men who know how to appreciate us,” Ms. Chink thought to herself. After fastening the suspenders over her shoulders she adjusted the straps so that her breasts were covered as much as possible, which wasn’t much, and the waist was in the right place. Despite her petite statue, she had rather large breasts, and she loved the fact that she can attract white men with her lily white skin, and large breasts, and her dyed blond hair made her look just like a beautiful white girl. She could slid both hands down inside the overalls without opening them. She knew she was in for an evening of embarrassment and putting herself on display again. She wasn’t sure she could do it again, but it was her white god’s order, and she had to obey. She put the heels on her dainty little feet and buckled the straps on her ankles. Her breasts fell out the side of the bib with the slightest sideward movement.

Kimmy the hair dresser expertly applied Ms. Chink’s makeup in the fashion Mr. Simon liked. When Ms. Chink looked in the mirror she was shocked to see herself. She looked more like a mainland Chinese whore than ever with the clothes and the make-up. She was an respectable Hong Kong office lady with a white collar job and she had come from a respectable family, but the hair and earrings were the finishing touches that brought her image together and the heels and overalls made her look like a mainland chink slut. “I couldn’t possible go out in public like this,” she thought to herself, “I’m a superior chink, not the inferior kind of chinks from mainland China.” 

Slipping a dress over her head Kimmy gave Ms. Chink a fleeting kiss and climbed the steps to her Master, a white businessman who owned the local salons. Ms. Chink was left standing there waiting for her white owners. She used the time to check her purse and found her dildo, butt plug, nipple clamps and 11 condoms. “What does he have planned tonight?” She mumbled to herself. “I hope food is part of her plan. I haven’t eaten anything since yesterday and that wasn’t much.” As part of her slut training, Ms. Chink was not allowed to eat unless her master allowed her, and this simple method kept her completely obedient.

Shortly a white god and his pure-white white wife came down. He was wearing a dark suit and she was wearing a stylish skirt and sweater with white socks and tennis shoes. She really was an attractive 18 year old white girl.

Grabbing Ms. Chink’s leash, “Come, chink, we have places to go and people to see,” and they went out of the door.

Ms. Chink discovered walking in the high heels caused her body to sway from side to side slightly which threaten to cause her breasts to pop out the sides of the overalls. She would have to walk very carefully.

As they drove across town in a white van with white god at the wheel and his white wife sitting in the passenger seat, Ms. Chink huddled in the back, waiting in fear to see what her white owners had planned tonight. She didn’t have long to wait.

“Well pet tonight we are going to the Hub.”

The hub is a local hangout for white expats with an bowling alley, Italian food, and dance floor.

Ms. Chink’s greatest fears were coming true. She was going to be displayed to a horde of white men looking like a hot local Asian whore wanting to get some action.

“First we are going to get some pizza and some Coke in the Italian place. Then you will find at least six different white guys and take them individually or as a group out to the van and show them each a good time, and if they ask how much, tell them it’s on the house, compliment for their visiting Hong Kong. I want 6 condoms filled and in your purse for me tonight. Tie them tight so you don’t leak any of their valuable nutrients.”

“Mr. Simon your pet can’t do that. There are colleagues from my office who go there.”

“Well you better be careful then. You wouldn’t want anyone else to find out, do you?”

“Please Mr. Simon your pet begs to go somewhere else.”

“Enough whining. I want to go there and that’s we are going. If you can’t or won’t do as you are told you will be severely punished and then all of your pictorial history will be exposed. Lisa is making several copies of your video now,” pointing to the pure white Aryan girl sitting next to him.

“Mr. Simon your pet will do as ordered but is begging for your compassion and understanding.”

Lisa parked the van in a dark corner of the lot and removed Ms. Chink’s collar. “Come in and eat first you have a lot to do tonight and we need to advertise you are here.”

Ms. Chink followed her white god and Lisa into the “Hub” very conscious of the display her loose breasts were providing under the too large bib of her outfit. Lisa found a table in the center of the pizza shop and sent her white husband and her self-conscious little chink pet to get a large pie of pizza with two cokes and water. Ms. Chink walked to the counter very aware that her heels made her ass sway and her breasts threatening to fall out the side at any moment. She placed her order and stood trying to hide herself waiting for it. She surveyed the crowd looking for faces she might recognize and need to avoid and also looking for prospects to complete her assignment. Her face blushed hot and red when she realized she was looking over a room of white men to find six guys to gather cum from.

When the pizza was finished Ms. Chink took it with the 2 coke back to the table. Lisa indicated she should stand and and gave her one slice of pizza while Lisa and Mr. Simon sat at the table.

“This should give you enough energy to get through the evening. Eat up and then get busy. You have 2 hours.” Mr. Simon ordered.

Ms. Chink thankfully ate the pizza even though she didn’t taste it. Her mind was on what she was now being required to do. She was also appalled at herself because she could feel the moisture growing in her pussy as she thought about what she was about to do.

As soon as she finished the pizza Ms. Chink moved into the dance floor. She had no idea how to begin to get the first man to take her to the van. As she was pondering her plan she heard someone say “hi”. She turned and found herself face to face with a rather good looking young white man from Great Britain.

“Hi” she replied.

They got into a pleasant conversation and Ms. Chink noticed his eyes seemed to be constantly drawn to her semi exposed breasts. After about 10 minutes of chatting Ms. Chink finally got the courage to ask him if he would like to take a walk. Of course he was more than willing. As they went outside Ms. Chink steered him toward the van. She hoped she had the courage to get through this. When they were next to the van Ms. Chink swallowed her pride and leaning close gave the young white man hard tongue lashing kiss. She allowed his hands to roam freely over her breasts.

Ms. Chink was ashamed that she was getting excited by this perverse action but she convinced herself she was being forced to do this. She opened the door to the van and pulled her current partner into the van. After locking the door Ms. Chink knew she would complete the assignment. Ms. Chink slid the straps off her shoulder allowing the bib to fall baring her breasts to her young aryan suitor. He began sucking her nipples and she opened her purse and took out the first condom. Ms. Chink had planned to suck the six guys which wouldn’t be too bad because they would cum in a condom and she would be , in her mind, uninvolved. But her pussy was signaling her brain it needed filled. Ms. Chink slid out of her pants while her current lover pulled out his thick hard white cock. Ms. Chink opened the condom and slid it over the head of his tool and rolled it down the shaft. Laying back she spread her legs and pulled the young man on top of her guiding him into her steaming hole.

The young man was so turned on by the fact the this Asian girl was fucking him he lasted only about 15 strokes before he shot a huge wad into the condom. He collapsed onto the frustrated Ms. Chink. She had just been getting into the rhythm when he shot off.

Struggling out from under the young man Ms. Chink carefully rolled the rubber off the spent cock and tied the end so that nothing would leak out.

So how much?” The naive young man asked.

It’s free. Thank you visiting Hong Kong.” The young man was plesantly surprised by the hospitality of the local Hong Kong people and happily exited the van. He would surely be telling his friends back in England about his sexual adventures in Asia.

Ms. Chink hurried to dress and get the young guy out so she could get on to number 2 and hopefully get the fire in her pussy extinguished. She glanced at her watch and was shocked to see that she had been with this guy 45 minutes. She only had 1 hour and 15 minutes to get 5 more condoms filled. She couldn’t believe she had sunk to the level of gathering cum to please her owner. Rushing the guy out of the van Ms. Chink quickly moved back to the dance floor to find number 2.

Ms. Chink decided to take the direct approach since her time was running out faster than she expected. She saw a tall muscular blond guy near the door and walked directly up to him with her breasts threatening to pop out the sides of her bib at any moment. “Could you help me?” she asked.

A quick look at the practically exposed Asian lady and he answered, “Sure. What’s the problem?”

“I need some help out at my van.” the embarrassed Asian girl responded. She could not believe she was picking up this man just to milk his cock for a condom full of cum. She didn’t recognize this person she had become. Ms. Chink took his hand and lead him out to the parking lot.

When Ms. Chink reached the van she opened the door and invited the shocked man inside. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him.

Ms. Chink closed the door and shrugging the straps from her shoulders she kissed the astonished man passionately thrusting her tongue into his mouth. His hands began to squeeze and fondle Ms. Chink’s breasts and swollen nipples as she struggled to get his pants open and release his thickly swollen cock. Once she had freed his hard cock from his jeans she immediately rolled a condom down its 9″ length. This condom had little nubs all around the head she noticed as she was putting it on the excited guy. “Please don’t cum too soon,” she panted as she pulled the man between her legs.

Ms. Chink could feel the nubs on the rubber sliding over her clit and deep into her boiling chink hole. Thanks to the nubs Ms. Chink reached an intense orgasm quickly and wrapping her legs around the trusting blond hunk she worked to give him a quick release. To her amazement he had great staying power and brought her to a second more powerful orgasm before erupting into the condom.

Ms. Chink was weak from her orgasms and laid quietly for several minutes with the white man’s shrinking cock still in her chink pussy before she realized she needed to get moving. She carefully slid out from under and removed his filled condom and tied it tight. As she was slipping back into her overalls Ms. Chink glanced at her watch and was shocked to see that this guy had used 35 minutes of her remaining time. She became frantic when she realized she only had 40 minutes to get 4 more condoms filled.

She thanked the man for his “help” and rushed back into the dance floor. As soon as she walked in she spotted a group of white men from her office. Knowing she couldn’t let them see her she rushed back out into the parking lot. “Now what am I going to do?” she wondered.

Without much thought knowing if she didn’t complete her assignment her owner would punish her severely she stopped two elderly white gentlemen about to enter the ‘Hub’. “Could you guys help me with my van?’ she asked. She hated that she allowed herself to be forced to do this but she had no choice.

“Sure.” they answered giving each other a leering look.

Ms. Chink led them to the van and opened the door inviting them inside. She couldn’t believe she was acting this way but she said to the men. “I need white cocks.” she said as she reached for their zippers. The men helped her to get their cocks out and fondled her breasts which fell out of her bib while she rolled a condom on each. She kicked off her overalls and had one man sit in the chair in the back of the van and told the other to get behind her. She guided the man behind her into her well used chink pussy and slid her mouth down on the other man.

The sheer depravity of her position caused her to experience another powerful orgasm as one man shot his load in her pussy and the other’s pulsing cock pumped a thick load into her mouth.

Knowing her time was running out the tired Asian whore collected the two filled condoms and hustled the men out of the van. She scanned the lot and spotted three guys getting out of a car near the van. Recognizing she had very little time she had no choice. She approached the men and asked for their help with the van. Looking at her disheveled appearance and her breast which was peaking out from under the bib, they readily agreed.

Ms. Chink took all three men into the van and sliding out of her overall she helped them to get their pants open. After putting condoms on all three Ms. Chink got in the same position and guided one into her pussy and swallowed the second while holding the third hot cock in her hand pumping it slowly.

Because her pussy was slick with her juices the man fucking her lasted a very long time during which she sucked off the first man and then the third man. Finally the second man shot into her pussy and she quickly gathered her filled condoms and kissed each man good bye.

Ms. Chink straightened herself as much as possible and cautiously went into the Italian restaurant to find her owners. Ms. Chink spotted Lisa and her white husband sitting at the same table talking with two other white girls she didn’t recognize. She went over and stood silently waiting for Lisa and her husband to acknowledge her.

They ignored her for 10 minutes before looking at her and white god asked, “Did you get what you were told to get?”

“Yes Mr. Simon.”

“Did you spill something on your lap pet?” asked Lisa with a wicked smile.

Ms. Chink looked down and saw the entire crotch of her overalls was a huge dark blue spot. Her face turned several shades of red when she saw her mess.

“Go wait for me in the van. And by the way you were 10 minutes late getting back.”

Ms. Chink answered “Yes Mr. Simon.” With lowered eyes and shaking inside Ms. Chink moved quickly to the van knowing she had not been successful in avoiding punishment.

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Ms. Chink hurried to the van wanting to get away from the embarrassment she had been through. Once she was inside she locked the door and slid down in the seat hugging her used body. The van reeked of sex and Ms. Chink could feel the wetness in the crotch of her overalls.

As she sat there her mind began to wonder back to the events of the evening and she was horrified that her asian pussy was again throbbing and leaking onto her pants. ‘What had she become?’ Her mind was saturated with the thoughts of the young white men and their throbbing caucasian cocks. Her hands reached into her purse and felt the 7 cum filled condoms reminding her that she had enjoyed what had happened to her. She had even orgasmed. She was so ashamed.

But she had disappointed her owners. Mr. Simon was sure to punish her and she deserved everything her owner did to her. ‘Why am I feeling this way? What is happening to me?’

Lisa and Mr. Simon left their chink pet in the van for over an hour while they relaxed with friends. When they finally went out to the van they found their pet huddled in the passengers seat hugging herself with tears dried on her cheeks.

“Please forgive your humble pet Mr. Simon,” said Ms. Chink as soon as she heard the door opening. She wanted her owners’ forgiveness.

“Too late pet. You have embarrassed me by not obeying my instructions. I expect more from my chink and when I don’t get what I expect I have to punish them so they will improve.”

“Your pet understands and accepts any punishment you demand Mr. Simon.”

Lisa smiled to her white husband. “I have to go meet with some friends. Why don’t you guys go ahead without me.”

Sure thing, honey. Enjoy yourself.”

Mr. Simon waved goodbye to his wife and then started the van. He said to Ms. Chink sitting next to him in the passenger seat: “Sit up straight and lower your bib pet.”

Ms. Chink sat tall and lowered the bib baring her breasts to anyone who looked. As they drove through the parking lot Mr. Simon honked the horn so that people would look and see her pet on display.

Ms. Chink cringed but remained sitting tall facing forward as her owner displayed her breasts to all the white men in the parking lot. She knew her face was beet red but she had to be punished for embarrassing her owner.

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When they arrived at their house Mr. Simon ordered Ms. Chink into the kitchen. He left Ms. Chink standing in the center of the room with her overalls around her ankles while she went back out to the van.

When he returned he ordered Ms. Chink to carry a kitchen chair into the living room and sit down on it in the center of the room. Ms. Chink was left with only her red 4 inch heels on her feet as she sat on the hard wooden chair. Lisa when up stairs to her room and returned in a few minutes with several items in her arms.

Mr. Simon ordered Ms. Chink to stand as he sat in the chair. “Pet you really need to learn to follow instructions. You have disobeyed me every time I gave you a task to perform. I intend to punish you to encourage you to be a better pet. You do want to be a better pet don’t you?”

“Yes Mr. Simon your pet wishes to improve and please you.”

“Show me your collection tonight pet.”

Ms. Chink went to her purse and took out the 7 cum filled condoms.

“Why are there 7 ? I ordered you to fill 6.” demanded an irritated Mr. Simon.

“Mr. Simon the last group I could get had 3 guys and I had to do them all.”

“Let me explain. I said 6 condoms filled. If you got yourself in a situation where you had more guys than condoms allotted you should have done the extra without a condom. Are you totally stupid?”

“Sorry Mr. Simon, your pet understands now.”

“Bend over my lap pet.”

Ms. Chink bent over her owners lap knowing she was about to be spanked like a naughty chink.

“You kept me waiting 10 minutes, you couldn’t stop and wasted a condom, and you are in your house without your collar. We will start with 50 swats with this hairbrush. Count each swat chink.”

SMACK “One”

SMACK “Two”

By the tenth swat Ms. Chink was sobbing and having difficulty counting the swats.

SMACK “Ffffffifteen”

The spanking continued. By the 25th swat Ms. Chink’s ass was on fire and she was squirming uncontrollable on Mr. Simon’s lap.

He paused for a moment and reached between her pets thighs and felt her juices flowing freely. “You really enjoy this don’t you pet?”

“No Mr. Simon it hurts terribly.”

“Your pussy tells me you are enjoying this. Don’t cum my chink.”

An embarrassed Asian office lady endured the remaining 25 swats in more pain than she had ever endure in her entire life yet a building heat in her pussy disturbed her even more. When Mr. simon was finished Ms. Chink’s ass was a deep red and throbbing in pain. “Stand up pet and don’t touch your ass or pussy.”

Ge got off the chair and placed a rubber pad on the seat. The pad was covered tiny hard rubber nubs.

“Mr. Simon may your pet get her collar?’ asked Ms. Chink through the tears from her spanking.

“Yes pet and get your plug too.”

Ms. Chink hurried to her purse and took out her collar and plug.

“Put your plug where you like to have it pet.”

While she didn’t like the plug in her ass Ms. Chink knew where her white god wanted it. She bent her knees slightly and performed the humiliating task of sliding the plug deep into her ass.

“Sit here pet.” ordered Mr. Simon indicating the nubbed pad.

Ms. Chink gently lowered her throbbing ass onto the pad. Her pain intensified and the plug slide even deeper into her ass.

He tied Ms. Chink’s hands behind the chair and the to the rung under the chair holding her to the seat. Then she tied a rope above and below Ms. Chink’s breasts forcing her tightly against the back of the chair.

Then he ordered Ms. Chink to lift her legs and put her heels on the front edge of the chair. This caused Ms. Chink to spread her legs to accommodate his order and sent jolts of pain through her abused ass.. Ms. Chink used this position to lift her sore ass slightly from the nubbed pad to ease the pain.

“I want you to drop your feet and squeeze your thighs together holding this in place”, said he as he slide an 8” long vibrator deep into Ms. Chink’s sopping wet pussy. “My, my you are really getting into this pet.”

An ashamed asian whore blushed even deeper red but said nothing as she dropped her legs holding the vibrator deep inside her pussy. She knew to allow it to slip out would make matters much worse and she wanted to show her white owner she could be obedient.

He tied Ms. Chink’s thighs tightly together locking the vibrator in place. Then he bound her knees and ankles tightly together. Ms. Chink was now immobilized in the middle of her living room, naked tied to a chair with her ass plugged and her pussy leaking juices around a long hard vibrator locked in her pussy.

How much worse could it get? He moved to the TV and inserted a video tape into the machine and turned it on. Ms. Chink was shocked to see the inside of the van. Then she saw herself and the first man she brought into the van that night. “What???”

“The van is equipped with a sound activated infrared video camera. We have your entire evening recorded forever here.” the white god explained.

As they watched the tape he commented on Ms. Chink’s actions. Her technique was critiqued and responses were noted. Ms. Chink was especially ashamed of her pleasure that was evident throughout the video. She was nothing more the a chink bitch in heat in the video. It clearly demonstrated she was the aggressor and that she enjoyed every minute of it.

“I’m really tired pet. I’ll put your rubbers in the fridge you enjoy the video.” said he as he went into the kitchen.

I can stand this punishment,” thought Ms. Chink, “I thought it would be worse.”

He came back into the room ,”Oh I forgot a few things.” Hhe moved in front of Ms. Chink and what she had in her hands brought panic to Ms. Chink’s heart. Lisa had a skirt hanger with the two clamps spaced wide apart. Ms. Chink knew he was going to attach them to her nipples. The pain was much worse than the nipple clamps.

He stepped back to admire her work. “We are almost done chink. But I don’t want to listen to you all night so open wide.”

Ms. Chink opened her mouth and he fastened the penis gag into place. Her nipples were throbbing she knew it would be a long night.

Then he did something the Ms. Chink didn’t expect. She lifted Ms. Chink’s bound legs until she could attach the hanger hook on the skirt hanger around the rope binding Ms. Chink’s knees together. “Now if you can hold your legs up all night your nipple won’t be stretched too much.”

Ms. Chink’s eyes opened wide with fear. She couldn’t possible do that. She would pull her nipples off. As she struggled to hold her legs up she discovered she could barely get her toes on the edge of the chair which allowed her to take the strain off her nipples but she couldn’t keep them there long because of the strain on her legs.

“One final touch and I’m off to a good nights sleep.” He reached down and forcing her finger between Ms. Chink’s tightly bound thighs turned on the vibrator.

“Good night pet”.

He went up stairs to bed and left Ms. Chink tied in the living room with all the lights on and the video playing.

Ms. Chink struggled to keep the strain off her nipples by alternating holding her legs up and using her toes to rest her cramping thighs. She tried to ignore the buzzing deep in her pussy and the ache of her ass resting her entire weight on the nubbed pad. She could see herself fucking and sucking white boys on her TV and when she glanced at the entry way she saw herself in the mirror as she looked now. Her mind was overloaded but she had to concentrate on protecting her stretching nipples. Her discomfort was growing each minute but so far she was able to maintain herself. Suddenly out of the blue her body was wracked with an intense orgasm. Her legs slipped and she painfully pulled her nipples, which much to her dismay triggered another more intense orgasm. As the pain increased so did the intensity of her orgasms. By morning she was totally exhausted and her body was overwhelmed by the pain of her stretching nipples and the pleasure in her pussy which because it was so intense and so often was almost like a pain too.

When her white god came down she saw her pet soaked with sweat with her thighs quivering and the nubbed pad on the chair were cover with her juices. It was even dripping on the floor. Ms. Chink seemed to be in a daze. He released the hanger from the rope around her knees allowing her legs to fall to the floor and her nipples to draw back from their stretched length but she left the hanger attached to her nipples. Sliding her finger between her soaked thighs he turned off the buzzing vibrator. Next she removed the gag from her pet’s mouth.

“Your pet is sorry Mr. Simon.”

“Don’t you want to thank me?”

Your pet thanks you for teaching me the importance of complete obedience.”

Ms. Chink was so exhausted she passed out at this point.

White God and Chink chapter 2

Chapter 2

Ms. Chink the Origin

I have not always this way. I was once an independent, modern, urbane Hong Kong woman. But I’ve realized that I am only submissive when I am confronted by a white man. I remember, even as a little girl, I always wanted to be subjugated by a white man. They are all so tall, so muscular, and everyone around me worship white men. I had fantasized about being tied up and used by white men ever since I had an inkling about sex.

My relationships with chink men have been fine but the sex hasn’t been so great. I knew it was my fault so I pretended to cum for the sake of my worthless chink boyfriends. I found I could only reach orgasm while masturbating and thinking of my terrible private fantasies, with a white man. It doesn’t matter if he’s America or Australian or British or German, as long as he’s white. He must be Caucasian of the western European stock. Of full blooded aryan master race. One day I stopped at a bar frequented by westerners. There were dozens of young Chinese women dressed in skin-bare clothes and they were all surrounding themselves with white men, and there was an incredibly obese elderly white man with silver hair who leered at me. His mere look turned my face red with humiliation and my panties were already soaked. When I got home I masturbated thinking about him and I had the most intense orgasm in my life as I remembered the humiliationof being forced to be a whore for white men.

I had never cum from being fucked, until I met Mr. Simon. I was at a party designed for asian women to meet white men when I saw him enter; he was so confident, so powerful it took my breath away. He looked about ten years older than me but could have been older. Tall, ruggedly handsome with dark deep eyes, he slumped in an armchair and insolently looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on my breasts and legs, a cold smile on his face.

“Another chink whore.” He sneered.

I could not believe his insolence, and yet was so turned on by the way he said it. I should have been angry. I should have walked away. But I must admit, I was so incredibly turned on by what he said.

Get me a whiskey and soda,” he said calmly, even naming the brand of whiskey he wanted. I scurried off to do his bidding and returned with the drink. He took it and didn’t ask me to sit down, just watched me as he sipped. I was trembling and I didn’t know what to do next so I waited. “What is your first name?” he snapped suddenly.

I cleared my throat. “Jessica,” I said finally.

No. Your real name. Give me your chinky-itty-ching-chong name.”

I was stunned and remained silent.

If you refuse to say your real name, then from now on, you are Ms. Chink. How old are you?”

“I’m twenty nine.”

“Twenty nine?” he laughed. “You are getting old. There’s plenty of young fresh chink meat. Why should I choose you.”

“Because I am very obedient,” I said quickly. “I’m always attracted to white men, and I … I will do anything for you. Please sir, give me a chance. Let me serve you.”

A dark haired Chinese girl who looked like she was only 19 swept across the room and kissed him. “You snuck in,” she laughed, and spoke with perfectly fluent English.

Mr. Simon smiled. “Just got a drink and met another chink. Ms. Chink,” he said directly to me, “this is my girlfriend, Sylvia.”

I felt my stomach knock. “Pleased to meet you,” I recited and she looked at me carefully and then smiled.

“Of course, stupid chink whores are always on the prowl for white cocks” she said coldly and turned back to Mr. Simon. “I know you have to go soon but there is someone who is dying to meet you.” Jealously, I watched her take his hand to pull him to his feet.

They started to walk away, and then Mr. Simon said something to Sylvia before returning to me to say coldly, “I drive a black BMW, I will be leaving in exactly fifteen minutes. I expect you waiting at the curb.” With those instructions, he strode away into the party.

Swiftly, I gathered my bag and rushed outside, scanning the street for a black BMW and felt a surge of relief when I found it. I stood under a streetlight to fix my makeup, brushed my hair and wished I had worn something a little better than the denim skirt, sleeveless white top and woolen coat. Winters in Hong Kong was not always so warm.

The minutes dragged by and I wondered if they were inside looking at me through the window and laughing at how easily I did what he wanted. Although humiliated, I felt my body tingle and the dull desire in my stomach start to pulse. If this was a cruel joke, I knew I would still masturbate while remembering and cum in a huge rush at the humiliation of it all.

The car beeped as he opened it. “Get in,” he said and I hurriedly slipped into the seat next to him, his cologne sweeping over me as the car sped off into the night. Suddenly, he stopped, pulled me to him and kissed me roughly and, at the same time, sweetly. My panties were soaked and I groaned as his hand pushed my legs apart, his finger probing, pushing the wet crotch of my panties aside and slipping deeply inside my pussy. I groaned through the kiss as he finger fucked me, took control of me just like that and I had no choice, just moved on his hand.

That night we fucked in his apartment. I know, I know, he already has a Chinese girlfriend, and he has probably fucked dozens of Chinese girls like me, but I couldn’t resist. I had to give him everything I had. Naked, my large breasts lolling to the side, he roughly forced me back on the messed bed and held my hands above my head by one massive hand, his other hand gripping my hair tightly as his big white cock pounded me, used me, I came with a loud scream that echoed within the room.

We saw a lot of each other after that and I loved it. Mr. Simon would order me around and expect me to completely obey him, no matter how humiliating it was. It was inevitable that I would move into his apartment. It was a beautiful apartment and there were only two apartments on our floor. His Chinese girlfriend Sylvia who I got to know a little and found she wasn’t as nasty as she first seemed occupied the other apartment on that floor with her husband, a wimpish little asian guy who happened to be very wealthy. It seemed a little strange that Sylvia was married and still was involved with Mr. Simon, but the thing is, white men are a very hot commodity in Hong Kong and many Chinese women would cheat on their husbands just to get one. I still worked as an office lady but I also did all the housework in the apartment, Mr. Simon didn’t even offer.

Then the company I worked for was taken over and I lost my job. Mr. Simon said not to worry about finding another job; he would find one for me so I became very dependent on him for everything.

One day, Mr. Simon came home, looked at me as I ran from the sofa to kiss him and said, ” I’m horny, get on your knees and suck me.”

My face burning, I sank to my knees and he coldly looked down at me as I reached to undo his zipper. “Don’t,” he snapped, brushing my hands away. “Don’t touch without permission. Ask!”

“Please can I undo your pants?” I whispered and my panties were instantly soaked.

“Why?”

“So I can suck you,” I whispered, my face hot and my hands trembling.

“Suck what?” His voice was low and menacing, his hand gripped my hair as he made me look up at him.

“Your cock,” I whispered in a rush. “Please can I suck your cock?” The humiliation washed through me and I felt as if I was on the edge of coming. “Ask again, this time call me Sir.”

“Please Sir, can I suck your cock?” He nodded and my trembling fingers unzipped him and released his fat cock, which I hungrily took in my mouth. I felt so servile, so used as I sucked him, his hand in my hair and his cock filling my mouth. His hands gripped me as he fucked my mouth and I tried to stop from gagging and I realized, I had no choice, he had complete control and the thought sent my head spinning.

With a grunt, he came, coating my face with his sticky sperm, drops running down my nose and some almost in my eyes until he casually wiped his cock against my cheek. “You’ll have to improve,” he said coldly, doing his pants up and walking away without another word, leaving me kneeling on the floor, my face and my panties a mess.

I was so aroused that I had to stop myself from ripping the vibrator from the bedroom drawer after washing my face. Mr. Simon smiled at me when I walked back, my face bright red.

“You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” he said and I nodded shamefully. “You enjoyed me taking control?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“That makes you a slut, just like every other stupid chink” he smiled and the word rang in my ears. “I guess the slut wants to cum now?”

I was trembling; his words seemed to be drifting in and out of my head. “Please?’ I moaned. “Please Sir,” I added and moaned when I said it.

“Go and get dressed in your slut clothes and wait for me.” I rushed to strip off my clothes and dress in the black bra, panties and stockings that he loved me to wear.

Thirty minutes later, I was on my back, panties in my mouth and my ankles tied to my wrists so my wet pussy was open, hungrily gaping. I was helpless and so exposed, desperate to cum.

“You’ve been using this without my permission,” Mr. Simon said, taking my vibrator from the drawer, tapping my ass with it. “You don’t use it unless I allow you.” I nodded desperately, tasting myself on my soaked panties and moaning when he slid the vibrator deep into my asian pussy. Smiling he twisted the end and it started to vibrate inside me. “Enjoy while I get a drink.”

No, I wanted to cry out! Touch my clit, please! It was maddening, the vibrator deep inside me, teasing me but there was no friction on my clit, and it was swollen, red and ignored.

Suddenly I heard the doorbell and I strained my ears to listen as Mr. Simon opened the door. “Hi Sylvia.”

“Is Ms. Chink here? I wanted to borrow something.”

To my horror, I heard Mr. Simon say casually, “Yeah, she’s tied up in the bedroom with a vibrator in her cunt. Want to look?”

“Sure,” she laughed.

My face was red with shame when they both walked in, the vibrator so loud in the room. “Are those her panties in her mouth?” Sylvia casually asked, taking Mr. Simon’s drink for a quick sip. “She likes the taste of cunt?”

“I guess. Who cares what she likes?” Mr. Simon laughed and took his drink back. “She just wants to cum. Don’t you, chink?” he suddenly snapped at me and face hot with shame, I nodded. His fingers removed the sodden panties, dropping them on the pillow next to me. “Beg,” he said coldly.

My eyes darted from Sylvia to Mr. Simon; both were smiling down at me while calmly sharing the drink. “Please Sir,” I begged hoarsely, “please let me cum.”

“She has a nice little cunt,” Sylvia observed, looking down at my pussy and the vibrator protruding from it. “And she’s already completely shaved. Mine. Have you had her yellow ass yet?” she casually asked and Mr. Simon shook his head.

“Not yet.” His big fingers removed the vibrator and he wiped it on my hot cheeks, teasing my mouth with it. “Beg to cum, lil’ chink.”

“Please, Sir,” I almost screamed with desperation and deep in humiliation. My head was spinning, all control gone as I slipped away, degrading myself without thought in my urgent need for relief.

“Please let me cum!”

“You’re nothing but a slut, aren’t you?” he demanded as he slipped two fingers inside of me, Sylvia giggling softly.

“Yes, yes,” I desperately agreed, his fingers slowly fucking me. “I’m a slut!”

“She screams when she cums,” Mr. Simon said idly to Sylvia.

“I think I’ve heard her,” Sylvia laughed, “the walls are a little thin. Does she always get this wet? Her thighs are coated in it, for chink’s sake!”

“She gets wet very easily, it’s like turning a faucet on.”His fingers moved in and out and I tried to buck on his hand, to get my clit in contact with something, anything! “Ask Sylvia if you can cum,” Mr. Simon snapped and Sylvia laughed.

“Please Sylvia,” I begged, humiliated that she should see me like this but I was desperate, “please can I cum?”

“Let me think about it,” Sylvia laughed again and Mr. Simon smiled.

“You are a heartless chink bitch, Sylvia,” he said.

“We chinks are very cruel alright,” she snapped, “Yes you can cum.”

Mr. Simon’s thumb pressed against my clit while his fingers penetrated me, the pressure rocking me and I screwed my eyes shut. “Show us how you cum, slut,” Mr. Simon whispered in my ear, pushing me over the edge. The waves rolled over me, intense almost painful as I screamed in ecstasy, lost in my pleasure and humiliation.

I finally opened my eyes and Sylvia and Mr. Simon were standing by the door, smiling broadly. “Bravo,” Sylvia said mockingly, clapping slowly and my face burned with shame.

Mr. Simon untied one hand and I gingerly lowed one leg, the other still tied to my other wrist. “Free yourself and get out to the kitchen. We’d like something to eat.”

I heard Sylvia giggle as they left the room, my stiff fingers fumbling with the rope.

 

 

 

 

White God and Chink chapter 3

Chapter 3

The Hanging Chink

She arrived just as ordered, at four o’clock sharp, and she let herself in with the key she had been given. The room was small, and sparsely furnished. There was no one there, but the note was lying on a small table, just as he’d said it would be. Resting on it was a pair of metal handcuffs, bright and glittering in the dimness of the room. The sight of them made her throat tighten up. Although she saw that there was some kind of padding on the inside of the cuffs, she couldn’t help the shudder of fear that went through her, or the slight trembling of her fingers as she picked up the note.

It was a list of instructions, all neatly typed, and each one numbered in his usual methodical way. He had told her to follow them all to the letter, and of course she would. He knew that, and so did she. She had no choice. Her eyes filled with tears as she slowly read what he had written. God, it got worse every time. Did he really expect her to—but of course he did. And she would. If she could. She began to sob softly as she forced herself to read through the numbered commands.

“One. Strip yourself naked. Completely. This means not only clothing, but any jewelry, any adornment, any paraphernalia of any kind.

“Two. Pick up your panties and stuff them into your mouth, to muffle any sounds you may wish to make. Pack them in solidly, so that your mouth is completely filled, with no part of them remaining outside.

“Three. Place your brassiere across your mouth and tie it around your head. Knot it in back of your head at least twice, very tightly, to keep the panties in place.

“Four. Fasten the handcuffs around both your wrists. Close them as tightly as you can.

“Five. Stand on the chair in the middle of the room, underneath the large hook in the ceiling.

“Six. Raise your arms as high as you can, until you can maneuver the chain of the handcuffs over the hook. I have placed it at the precise height so that this can be done. If you have difficulty, persist until you succeed.

“Seven. Kick the chair over, so you no longer have anything to stand on.

“Eight. Hang there. And wait.”

That was all the note said.

She cried even as she began to follow his instructions. She took off all her clothes, and her bracelet, and her ring, and her wristwatch, and even took the hairpins out of her hair. Her naked body was tan and slender, though attractively curved. She picked up her panties, then opened her mouth and took a deep shuddering breath before stuffing them inside it. Why hadn’t she worn a thong? She gagged several times as she packed them in deeply, pushing the stray bits of material past her lips, tucking them in until the entire garment was inside, leaving her unable to close her mouth. She was breathing hard through her nose as she took up her brassiere, twisted it as best she could into a thin strip of cloth and placed it over her mouth. She pulled the straps around her head and tied the ends into a knot at the back, pulling them as tight as she could before knotting them again to keep it secure.

Doing her best to stifle her sobs—it was hard enough to breathe as it was—she took the handcuffs from the table, her hands trembling as she fastened one of the cuffs over her left wrist. Even with the layer of padding, the feel of the iron tightening around her wrist made her sick for a moment. Still, she pressed it closed as tightly as she could, and then repeated the action with the other cuff on her right wrist. The feeling of helplessness was like a fist in her stomach.

But she wasn’t helpless. Not yet. She could still follow the other instructions. She felt weak in the knees as she walked to the small metal chair in the middle of the room. As the note had said, it was placed directly under a curved silver hook that hung by a chain from an exposed beam in the ceiling. She was trembling as she climbed awkwardly onto the seat of the chair, her cuffed hands making it difficult. But she managed to get onto it and finally stand erect, though almost losing her balance two or three times in the process. Trembling harder now, she very slowly raised her arms, stretching them high over her head. The small chain that linked the cuffs did not quite reach the lip of the hook. Try as she might, she could not get it high enough. With a muffled whimper, she stretched herself up on her toes, straining to the utmost as she tried to pass the chain over the curving metal. She missed, and cried out again as she barely managed to keep herself from falling. She almost collapsed then, but instead she made one more frantic try, exerting every ounce of strength and will, and this time the chain just slipped over the hook. And stayed there.

Now she stood there, arms stretched above her, the cuffs already chafing her wrists. She was moaning through the panties in her mouth and panting for breath through her nose as her whole body shook. For some moments she stood that way, trying to get up the courage to take the next step. But she knew she would. He knew it too.

It took her some time, but finally she took in a deep breath, then pulled herself up by her wrists and kicked at the chair as hard as she could as a stifled cry of fear escaped her mouth. The chair fell away, and now she hung by her wrists, with nothing to stand on but air.

Her arms ached with strain, and the pain in her shoulders was more than she thought she could bear. Her legs kicked reflexively for a moment, her feet instinctively searching for support, but there was no support, and the movement only added to the torment of her position, so she let her legs hang limp.

She recalled the last instruction: “Hang there. And wait.” And she hung there. As if she could not! Hung there, helpless and straining, her body taut, in terrible pain. And she waited. For what, she did not know.

It seemed like hours that she hung there, her agony growing with every slow second that passed. Sweat ran down her body, she was moaning through her gag, and her breathing was harsh and heavy through her nostrils.

Then at last she heard something—some steps in the hallway outside. Then the sound of a key in the door. And then the door opened, and someone came in, and as she saw who it was she nearly passed out with shock and horror. Then she screamed. Screamed as loudly as she could, though her panty gag muffled the sound. But still she kept trying to scream, while her body twisted frantically, struggling, kicking, in spite of the indescribable torment that threatened to tear her apart.

But it was useless. There was no escape, and finally, defenseless, exhausted, and in agony, she went limp and just hung there once more, her eyes wide and terrified above the gag, little whimpering sounds coming from deep in her throat. The man stood and looked at her, grinning a little as he slowly removed his suit jacket, draping it over the table on which the cuffs had been resting.

“Well, Miss Chink,” he said at last, and she sickened inside at the way that he uttered her name. Rage, shame and horror mingled with her terror and pain. She could not stop her muffled whimpers, and she felt herself quivering violently now as she dangled helplessly before him.

Her visitor moved now to the small chair she had kicked over, picking it up and setting it a few feet away, facing her. Then he sat down on it, settling back and crossing his legs, as if for a comfortable stay.

“You look lovely, Miss Chink,” he said then. “Truly lovely. Mr. Simon told me you would, and he was right.” He smiled at her. “We have plenty to do,” he went on, “but you are such a fine sight that I think I’ll just sit here and watch for a while.”

So he sat there and gazed at her agonized helplessness, his eyes devouring her, taking in every inch of her luscious nude asian body, her tautened breasts and round hips and curved thighs. At one point she couldn’t stand it any more and she started to plead, to beg frantically, knowing it would do no good; but the sounds that came through her terrible gag were an unintelligible muffled babble, which brought no response from him but another smile. Then she could only sob with despair and hang there waiting for what was to happen to her.

“I have some instructions,” he finally said, and reaching into his shirt pocket he pulled out a folded piece of paper and opened it up. She saw that it was some kind of note, neatly typed, just as hers had been. Suddenly she was trying to scream again, her eyes wild with horror, the veins swelling in her throat as nothing but a soft humming sound came from her packed mouth.

“Yes, our friend has told me just what to do to you, my darling chink whore,” the white man went on. “And I think it’s going to be most enjoyable. For me, anyway. Listen.” And smiling once more, he cleared his throat and began to read to her.

“One. . . “

White God and Chink chapter 4

Chapter 4

The Beginning of A Chink’s New Life

Ms. Chink was awakened from her terrible nightmare.

”What in the hell was happening,” she asked myself as she staggered from the bed, joints stiff, knees creaking. Apparently after her intense orgasm she had fallen asleep, but it was no easy sleep.

I slipped my wet panties on, the sodden material clinging to me and tickling my sensitive pussy and I crept into the main room where my white god and his new Chinese girlfriend were seated, laughing and talking until his eyes saw me. “Did I tell you to put your panties back on?”

“No sir,” I mumbled, face red with shame, standing there in my black bra, black wet panties, thigh high stockings and high heels.

“Come here,” he ordered and I stood before my White god. “Take them off.” I glanced at Sylvia who was laughing softly and shimmed out of the panties. “Rub your face with them.” Humiliated, I rubbed the wet panties over my face and Sylvia laughed loudly. “Put them in your mouth,” he snapped, “and bend over.”

The panties in my mouth, I bent over, showing them both my bottom as he stood, removing his belt as he did so. With a sharp crack, his whipped my bottom with the belt, cutting across my yellow flesh with a burning sensation. I yelped into the panties, snapped up and rubbed my burning bottom. “Another one for standing up,” he said calmly and my heart sank. Fighting the tears back, I bent over again, no thought of disobeying him entering my head as I had sunk deeply into submission. The second slash with the belt hurt more than the first but I remained bent, tears in my eyes and my bottom and my pussy on fire, a compelling ache in my belly.

His thick finger slipped easily into my pussy. “The little asian slut is enjoying this as well,” he laughed and I heard Sylvia also laugh. “Get us something to eat,” he said, “you can take the panties out of your mouth.”

I rushed to the kitchen, throwing the panties into the dirty clothes hamper in the laundry and started to cook, careful not to burn any of my exposed skin. It was humiliating cooking naked except for my bra, stockings and shoes but it also turned me on so much my head was spinning and my pussy was really squishy.

My White god stopped me when I brought the crockery out to set the table. “Two places only,” he said calmly, “you’ll wait on us and I may let you eat later.”

Face red, I placed the food in front of them after they sat at the small table. “You smell of sex ,” Sylvia said scornfully. “You’re rather stinky. You’ll have to let her wash before you let her into bed,” she said to my white god.

“I might decide she has to sleep in the laundry.” My face burned at both comments and was turning to return to the kitchen when he stopped me.

“We’ll have a bottle of the special red wine and take your bra off, Sylvia hasn’t seen your tits yet.” I removed the bra in the kitchen and found myself massaging my skin to try to remove the strap marks as I wanted to look my best for them. My breasts jiggled when I returned and poured the wine into their glasses.

“She’s rather big for an asian girl,” Sylvia observed, sipping the wine, “the nipples are nice and long.” My hand trembled as I placed more food on the table. “She’s not very well trained though.”

When I returned to clear the table, face red, breasts still jiggling in front of them, nipples erect and my pussy aflame, my White god gestured for me to stand still. “We haven’t been able to find a job for you since you were fired.” Fired, I thought? That’s unfair, I was retrenched, not fired but I didn’t say anything, just stared at the floor. “I’ve decided since you don’t have a job, that during the day you’ll work as husband owned by Sylvia’s husband. You’ll complete all housework here and then present yourself at his office tomorrow by ten. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir,” I said.