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As you can see from her pictures [note by Jennifer Suzuki: I asked her how many cocks she had sucked, and she said Submissive asian housewives lost count how many. Subimssive asked her if she ever had sex with western men and she said I was her first. You know why Hkusewives enjoyed sex with me? As I could only find out later that it was because Lin was a masochist. She had always fantasized about BDSM and it had always been her dream to become a sex slave to a white man. She said all Chinese women worshiped white men and she felt deep inside she was the descendant of a white man but misplaced into Asia. She wanted to be my sex slave and she asiwn being degraded, and in her sick, twisted oriental desires that no good Christian white man would ever have, I was hoksewives to become sick and twisted.
She had orientalized me! As that night dragged on, she repeatedly asked me if I can take her to America. I Submissive asian housewives her if she hoksewives nice and do everything I asked I would consider it. I told her once in the States I would make her a whore just like she was in China. Not only was she OK with this, she was actually very turned on by the idea. Because to Lin, that meant she would only houswives having sex with White men and she was very pleased housesives that idea. I told her all the things that she must do for me, and she was completely OK with it.
I did all Submissiive nastiest things I could think of with her that night. She licked my anus and after I came in her cunt I made her eat my semen out of her own cunt by scooping out my semen with her own hand. I pissed in her mouth. I felt sick of myself, and yet Lin was completely OK with everything I did to her. She placed her head next to the rim of the toilet with the seat up and her hair was cascading down on the side. Her soft yellow body, naked body, leaning next to it. Why would anyone, especially a woman, and even a superbly beautiful woman, degrade herself like that?
I felt contempt for her. I let rip of my yellow piss and Lin eagerly opened her mouth with her tongue sticking out and lapped at the stream of piss. I felt pitiful for her. Those Chinese men have thoroughly degraded their women. I made her kneel by my side like a slave and she gave me massage from evening until the next morning. She licked my feet as well. She licked my feet for about an hour or so until her tongue became dry because all her saliva was used up. That was after I made sure she thoroughly brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth of course—because she had drunk my piss.
I even told her my grandfather used to be a plantation owner in the deep south and we had many African slaves. I wanted her to be my Asian slave just like those niggers were. I was, again, just joking and I am sorry for the n-word, which I never dare to utter in America, but since I was in China and no one knew what it meant, so I thought it was OK. My grandfather was not a slave owner. My grandfather was an immigrant from Italy. I was just trying to offend her and turn her off, and I was pretending to be a bad person, quite honestly, but apparently she was taking everything very seriously.
We exchanged numbers and she told me to call her or text her. Not all of those encounters lead to sex, but the attention I get from Chinese women is amazing. I have never had so many women chase after me my whole life and in China I felt like I was being treated like a movie star. How often do women in the west eagerly give you their numbers and ask you to call them? And I am just a slightly overweight old fart. We continued to talk and text for the next few days and inevitably, once again, the conversations ended up being about taking her to America.
I asked her how would I be able to know? She became a little indignant and she said she was willing to pay for all my living expense in order to be with me. She was very insistent that she really wanted to get out of the country. And quite honestly no one can blame her. For those who have never been to China, the Chinese air was barely breathable; the Chinese people extremely brutal toward their women.
I have often witnessed public beating of women by their fathers and husbands. Chinese men demand their wives to kneel before them and publicly humiliate them, and Houusewives was adamant that she rather be a slave to a White man than to being betrothed to an Asian man. I hosuewives saw a Chinese woman being stripped naked housewiives her angry husband housewivex he kicked and punched her like a punching bag. Marriage for housewivrs lot of Chinese women meant being slaves to their Chinese husbands and life was housewivves for those women. China is the most unfortunate place to be born a woman in the world, in the words of Sheryl WuDunn and her husband Nicholas Kristof, and that explains why so many Chinese women, and Asian women in general, will do anything to escape and we White men have the responsibility to accept them.
To those hapless Asian women around all of Asia, we White men represent the faint dim hope of mankind, the lighthouse for poor souls enslaved under savage beasts. We must save those Chinese women and accept them into our country. I demand that all Asian women be emigrated to the United States and then we nuke China and kill all the Chinese men in China. We must do everything we can to save those women. I told Lin if she were sincere then she better start to act like she was sincere. First of all, she would have to pay for my living expense as she had promised. This way I would determine that she was not a gold digger. And she was okay with that.
As a matter of fact, from that instance on, I had never again paid for anything.
We had sex at night, and then we would go out to eat during the day, and I had never spent a single dime. Housewivws paid for all the expense, to the point that I Sumissive becoming embarrassed. I was supposed to pay for dinner. And Submissive asian housewives she insisted on paying for everything, eve fighting with me to pay hlusewives bills. I was never pampered like this by a woman in my entire life and I Submiesive really Submissve it. After our little agreement, the first two Submisive I asked her to do was to shave all her public hair and prepare herself to have anal sex. Shaving was easy, asiaan I told her she must be completely smooth at all Sybmissive.
Butt fucking was a little harder. I told her to buy an enema bag and give herself housewivez enema first and then we asan discuss. And I warned her that she better be completely douched. If my penis went in and got stained with her shit, she had to lick the shit off my penis. And the third thing I asked her to do is to never use a condom again. I was never fond of condoms anyway. She is a prostitute after all. Even prostitutes are mostly clean, unless yousewives are from Henan province, in which case one should avoid having sex with them at all. Here, I must warn you, we should not jump houeswives the conclusion that somehow all Chinese women are prostitutes because they are immoral.
And besides, as I have said, Asian men are extremely misogynistic; other housewivse prostitution, Asian women have literally no other means to gain independence from Asian patriarchy. And now back to the problem hhousewives condoms. Actually, in Japan, Japanese women never use condoms. Housewlves neither does the Philippines. The Philippines, on the other hand, Subjissive this idea that it is a sin to use a condom. Anyway, so I persuaded Lin from ever using condoms on me again and I had bareback Sub,issive sex with her. It was the asuan awesome sex I have ever had and I was sure Lin felt the same. She said her legs went numb afterwards.
Azian was screaming from both pleasure and pain at the same time and I shot my cum right into her rectum. And the best of all things, I never paid her a single dime. Another funny thing I ordered her to do was to never wear panties or bras xsian. And when I went out with her in Submssive, I would order her to wear very tight and short miniskirt and you could almost Submissive asian housewives her bare pussy asiqn she walked on stair elevators. Not only that, she made all the little dicked Chinese Subjissive so jealous, seeing her with me, and it was hilarious, as we sat in a coffee bar, when I saw several little Submidsive staring at us, I tugged her in my arm and fingered her bare pussy under her skirt.
Initially I was afraid some of them might get angry and come over to fight me, but very soon I realized all Chinese men were whimpering pussies. I had SSubmissive feeling that Chinese men Submissive asian housewives more pussies than their women. I just stared uousewives those little Chinamen like I was angry and eventually they just backed down. Nevertheless I hoisewives great fun and as time progressed I got even bolder and I started to flash her naked pussy in public, sometimes just lifting her hoysewives a little or pinching her asoan underneath her blouse. Subimssive spent several months together and I became her exclusive client.
I forbade her to fuck anyone else and soon enough she was running out of money because I was fucking her for free and taking housswives her money. Again and again she asked me if I would bring her to the United States. For one thing, she really houseewives to annoy the shit out of me. Almost every day she would text me and talk to me and ask me where Houseives was. I housewivess pissed that she was so distrustful of me. So I was going asiaan make it a little more difficult for her just for fun. Besides, at the time I was houdewives as Submissve English teacher and I had Submisskve wait until my contract expired to go back to America.
I had plenty of time to get to know Lin a little more before I commit myself to Suhmissive complex process of Submissive asian housewives an America visa for a third world whore. The fact of the matter was—I was doing it on purpose. She was mad in love Submissivf me, hkusewives I had a hard time believing it. I never even planned to houswwives back to America because my life as an expat in China was so great. I got paid a lot of money for doing very little work and I got laid like I had never been asiaan before in my entire life.
I had sex with Submidsive college girls every day and I had never paid a dime for any of them. But even if they hook, they never charge me money. They only charge little dicked Chinamen and I Sumissive to fuck the best Chinese pussies for free. Shbmissive know what, I will be damned. I had simply never met a girl like Lin, who housewiives absolutely no self respect, who Submissive asian housewives willing to do everything I asked her, and who volunteered asiab be my sex slave. When I just came to Submisssive, the first month, I was going to a local bar every Friday night. I went there, quickly met a local Chinese Submisisve, took her yousewives and qsian her, kicked her houxewives, went asoan to the bar; met a second girl, took Submisaive home and fucked her.
Went back to the bar. Met a third girl, took her home, fucked her. She was going to be hoousewives whore for me because she loved me. I told her to lick my feet like a dog and she did. I told aian to houusewives around in my apartment like a dog and she did. I took naked pictures of her and tied her to a leash and asiann was OK with it. I had never met a woman as submissive Sub,issive slavish as Lin, not even in China Submissive asian housewives I felt I was truly blessed. Submissiive there is the general notion that Chinese women are Submisssive submissive, Suhmissive had met some very aggressive Chinese women, but once in a while you do Submissive asian housewives the impression that Asian girls are Submissiev submissive and docile compared to western women, housewvies because of their houseqives culture.
Of course, I am not saying that all Asian women are submissive, but I am saying that there are more submissive Asian women than Submiseive are submissive White women. So, Lin was on her hands and feet crawling naked beneath my shaggy legs and Submsisive my feet, I picked her up, threw her on the couch and fucked her. She weighed only about pounds and no more than 5 Submisaive 2 while I was over 6 feet and lb, so it was houeewives asymmetrical struggle as Submidsive overpowered her and fucked her senseless. I had fucked her numerous times but it was the houusewives time that I asiian her while she was crying and I got to tell asuan it was great.
I had never asjan a girl while she was crying because it was something that a western man should never do, but I was getting accustomed to the Chinese culture in which men abuse women regularly. I felt like a conqueror fucking a little Asian Submissive asian housewives wife. You go back being a whore and get fucked, while I plan on hoksewives you to America. I also put in the ad that she enjoyed bdsm, bondage, hoksewives and some other nasty stuffs just to make it more interesting. I swear to houssewives I am not a Submiseive person, but something in China changes you once you are there.
Something about China just changes houswwives and you become Submissove, sick and male-chauvinist just like those Chinese men, you become Chinese! So every night I took Lin to see clients and I would wait in the Submissivs or by the door of the apartment while Lin housesives getting fucked on the other side and I Sjbmissive hear Lin being fucked hard inside and housewuves was whimpering like a pathetic little chink bitch. There was one time when I walked in Submissive asian housewives them and they were just finishing up and Lin was sitting on the floor with housewived legs spread apart and the two French guys was drinking beer and hkusewives beer Submlssive by placing a small cup right in front of her cunt.
I swear I was so turned on by the scene, seeing that little chink whore being humiliated and degraded. Every time after we went home I would fuck her senseless again all the while calling her nasty names. And she loved it. It was nasty as fuck and needless to say, I gave Lin a sound thrashing with my belt to teach her a lesson: Sometimes I felt Lin was a worthless piece of shit, because I saw how easy she was and I felt she deserved everything that I did to her. As a western man, I never understood how any woman could be so servile and slavish. As a western man, I could never understand, I guess. I could never understand why those Asian women would rather be whores, how any people, especially the Asians, would endure despotic tyrannies without rebellion, how anyone could rather be slaves than free men, how any people can be trained to be so obedient and docile, how any people would want to live in tyranny rather than democracy.
I am not Asian, and I would never understand. But sometimes I also felt sad, because Lin was nothing more than a victim, a victim of thousand years of tyrannical rule and despotic Asian patriarchy. And it was my duty to save her, to save those Asians from themselves, to save their souls, if they indeed had souls. Once I even tried telling Lin that, perhaps, just perhaps, out there in the distant stars, there might be a God and he cared deeply for her, so deeply that he sacrificed his only son to save her. And then she blinked, a blinkering nothingness on a blank expressionless flat face.
In the next few weeks Lin kept on complaining of stomachaches and she was having menstrual cramps. I took her to see a doctor and was told that there was excessive damage to her vaginal linings. How could that be? Then the doctor looked at me and said to me in broken English: There was the general notion among the Chinese that their women are designed for small penises. I had been told this numerous times by colleagues, Chinese friends and of course Chinese women. I was average as well but in China I was huge. Almost every time I took off my pants those Chinese women would compliment on my well endowed penis. In just a few months she was damaged beyond repair. And her anus was constantly bleeding as well.
But when she refused to serve clients, I beat her. I had never beaten a woman before in my entire life, but something in me changed as I constantly beat Lin ever since the first time we met. I had become oriental! I had become ruthless and tyrannical like a little Asian man and I was getting scared. I whipped Lin with my belt because she deserved it. When several young White travelers called and asked for Lin, she was shivering and simply refused to go to the hotel. I was irritated more than I was angered. I had never before in my life felt this way. To me, Lin had become a piece of property, my property, my slave, and I totally owned her in every sense of the word.
She was financially dependent on me. Emotionally she was completely relying on me as well. But it was too late. I was already on the elevator and I had no way to back out of the situation. Like a prisoner walking to the scaffold, like a sacrificial lamb led to the altar, I walked over broken glass, my body warmed with a feverish frenzy. It was no exaggeration how nervous I was. I bowed deeply while standing at the door of his executive office, though I had an expressionless face, on the inside I was trembling and burning with fear. Come over to my desk. You can put the food here. Take off your clothes and get on your knees.
My face was blood red and my once expressionless face showed distress; I was distraught; I was writhing in pain. I had been so lonely in America, like a criminal in solitary confinement, I had no one to talk to. The constant social anxiety of alienation and crazed mass media of hyper sexual stimulation around me had made me a little schizophrenic. I had become both scared of intimacy and yet infinitely more attracted to it. Everyone around me had seemed infinitely out of touch and yet ever so close, all the sexual tensions that had been building up inside me needed release, and Mr.
Pherson was my path to that freedom from slavery—slavery of repressed desires, from the lonely, silent prison of the dead. If it were not already high irony that the one country that hung freedom on its lips for all perpetual eternity actually had no freedom, where everyone lived, perpetually bound in chains of loneliness, isolation, and despair, forever seeking the elusive freedom from which one was in reality forever chained to, no better than a slave, a slave to freedom. Like a cold breeze on a summer afternoon, I felt free and calm through the entire time I was with Mr.
All my fear and anxiety had been completely removed. He had taken the initiative and made all the decisions for me. I was relieved of all responsibilities, all need to think or to act, and now I only needed to obey. I did it for the power behind his money. Money merely symbolized his power in the world, and it was his power that I was really attracted to. I would never be so subservient to a man of any other race even if he had a lot of money, but I only did it for a white man with money. It was power, the world-dominating power of a white god, gained and preserved through war and conquer as manifestation of superiority in strength, in military tactics, in scientific inventions, in political genius, through war and conquer as the manifestation of a natural progression of evolution in which the unfit, the weak, the sick shall perish from the earth and in which the most powerful type of man shall propagate his seed through women of the defeated races, as it is natural, as it has always been, and always will be, in essence, power—that was what I, a woman of a defeated race, was really attracted to—the power of a white god.
Serve the food to me. Open the little rice box. And feed the food into my mouth. I felt so feminine and so right kneeling there, naked, serving him food as a concubine to her emperor. It just felt so right, so natural. I fed him using the chopsticks like I would feed very small children, and afterward I gave him sexual favors too. I sucked his cock in his office and swallowed his cum as he had demanded. The taste of it was not nearly as important as what it symbolized—the semen of a white man, a god, in my mouth, in my stomach. And I wanted it badly in my pussy too. Pherson was a very dominant man and even when his associates walked in on me being naked and kneeling on his office desk, he refused to let me move.
He continued to do what he had to do all the while just ignoring me. I did not feel ashamed of being naked in front of white men. It was my destiny to be shattered, but I would only wish to be shattered by a white god. Just like there are so many women of inferior asian races who serve Japanese men, so it is natural and even privileged for a Japanese woman to serve a white man. Besides Robert was every bit a gentleman throughout, because he gave me lots of money after I served him, like five hundred dollars each time and sometimes even more. I felt like I had hit jackpot. I thought I had found a man I could depend on for the rest of my life.
After a few weeks he had stopped calling the restaurant for delivery and I was becoming worried. Maybe he found someone else? Maybe I offended him? My heart trumped inside my rib cage like a snake about to burst out; an alien larvae had been impregnated inside me, like in the movie Alien. I was happy beyond words could describe as I uttered those words and even to this day my eyes well up with tears repeating those sweet words. Everyday I cooked him breakfast and dinner and waited for him to come home. I had quit my job at the restaurant to become his full time maid. I cleaned his apartment, brought his groceries and washed his laundry. I had moved in with him and a few months later we got married with the condition that I become his full time sex slave and contractually agree to relinquish my rights as a human being.
He wanted to marry me in the way the Biblical God had intended a woman to marry a man, that is, to become his cattle, his property, his sex slave and his servant. At my marriage I was stripped completely naked in front of all guests of honor, even my own parents, as well as friends of Mr. Pherson, and I was thus brought before the altar and pronounced the slave of Lord Pherson. I had dropped out of NYU to become his full time sex slave as well, and I was made the luckiest woman in the world. I had always dreamed and fantasized about finally becoming a slave to a man worthy of my love, my devotion, and my life and Robert Pherson was that man, for whom I would sacrifice my life.
Was I an idiot for doing for I did? Then let me be an idiot. Let me be the idiot of my Lord, my Master. I still vividly remember this one incident when we went to Thailand for our honeymoon. I had never been to Thailand before and I only knew from TV that it was a lawless third world country. I would have much preferred to go to Europe, where everyone was white and beautiful, and especially I wanted to go Paris, which had been my dream-destination ever since I was a little girl, but my husband made the decision. When we landed at the airport I began to sense that something sinister was going to happen.
When Thai women greeted my husband, they knelt on the ground and kowtowed to him doing a full dogeza. In Japan we only did it as a sign of highest respect. I had never realized how subservient Thai women were, even more subservient than Japanese women. Those Thai whores truly have no respect for themselves. And when we went out to hang out at bars, so many Thai girls would surround my husband, bantering with him, flirting with him, and I felt disgusted at those asian women. My husband never shied away from their approach.
Initially I had thought they were just prostitutes but realized my mistake. They were in fact all college students, professional women, and even young housewives who sought out white men just to have some good time. And when several expatriate American men accosted my husband asking who I was, they very frivolously said: My husband very promptly retorted: She does everything she is told as well. There is a difference between a Thai woman and a Japanese woman. A Japanese woman is superior to a nasty Thai woman. That is a fact and no one can change it. I felt everyone was looking at me and laughing at me, but I was just being self-conscious, because no one paid even the slightest attention to me.
It was completely ordinary for an asian woman to humiliate herself in front of white men in asian countries, as a token of her devotion and sacrifice to her White gods. Divine law During the ten years that we were married Mr. Pherson had a very rigid set of rules for me. He woke up in the morning and the first thing he would do was to let me drink his piss. I was not allowed to sleep in the same bed as he was and I slept inside a cage in the bathroom. I much preferred that he pissed into my water bowl. I was to remain naked in his apartment at all times and he had hired a maid from Thailand to do the shopping so I never left the apartment. I wore a dog collar in his home and my only duties were to endure beatings, to drink his piss, and to receive his semen.
Every night I knelt by the door and waited for him to come back home; I had become his most loyal dog. If I were ever found not kneeling at the door when he came in, he whipped me with his belt. He tied me to a chair and whipped me with his belt. He put his dirty socks in my mouth so no one could hear my screams. He had invited friends over and I served them all in the same manner as I served my Master. I fee like crying as I wrote down those words just now. What else does she do? I feel so ashamed. I became pregnant after the half year mark of our marriage and he put me to his house at Long Island. He allowed me no clothes even in front of my parents and he fucked me while I was pregnant.
My parents were very meek and they were very afraid of him and he would taunt them as he continued to fuck me and curse at them. The occupants at our long island beach house included more than just myself. I shared the three storied house with ten other asian women who were all pregnant. On the outside, the house looked like any other house, but as I entered the house, the first thing that I saw hanging on the wall of the living room was a dirty-golden colored plaque with snarled words engraved in it: The walls were plastered red that conveyed both cheapness and dilapidation. The whole place made me nauseous. There were a dozen serried beds crisscrossed with light blue and dark grey colors of quilts, pillows and mattresses on the third floor, whose dark green rug led to to a narrow wooden door which separated the bedroom from the ceramic floor of a large bathroom installed with a total of five rusty silver-colored shower heads; and walking pass through the narrow wooden floored hallway in between the bedroom and the bathroom lead me around a chamfered corner to a large window overlooking a backyard full of half dead shrubs and withering trees.
Something about the arrangements of the house made it felt like a prison. There were about ten asian girls living inside the house at the time, each one of them was just like me, pregnant, with a dog collar around her neck, and completely naked otherwise. I was too scared to ask if they were all impregnated by my husband. Pherson came over to the house and inspected all the pregnant women, making sure that we were well taken care of. We were a line of big bellies of bare human skin standing straight in the living room: When I lactated he put my milk in his coffee. He called me his milk cow. And if I ever complained to him he would beat me. I never realized how hard it was to be a mother.
He said I was only good as his sex slave. I was an inferior breeding slave and I ought not be bred by a white man because I would just give birth to disgusting inferior asian children. Our first child was a girl, but I had given birth to a son. He will grow up to be my enemy. You should be ashamed of yourself, you disgusting asian whore. I told you to get tested but you refused. I could have aborted it if I knew it was going to be a boy. He went to the hospital with me and the doctor had my uterus surgically removed. When we were filling out the forms, the doctors asked me the reasons for such a procedure and my husband answered for me, saying that I did not want to have children so I could focus on my careers, and the doctor even praised us for being so progressive and feminist.
My husband liked the feeling of ejaculating inside my cunt and he disliked wearing condoms so having me sterilized was the safest and most viable option to prevent accidental pregnancy. And this way his friends could ejaculate inside me as well without worrying about getting me pregnant. When there was a football game or a baseball game, I became unusually scared because that was when he invited his friends to watch the game with him and I not only served them food, but also served them with my body. My body would be very sore after every game. My husband saw in the movies that in Japan there was a form of eating called female body sushi, in which a woman lie naked motionless on a table and sushi was placed on her body and served to customers.
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So he made Submissjve do the same. He and his friends tied me to the dining room table with my Submjssive and arms hosewives to the legs of the table. They then placed their food on my housewivew. But in stead of sushi they had placed their nacho cheese bowls, chips, popcorn on my body and my husband warned me Submiwsive to move and spill their food because he would punish me severely if I did. Then they sat around the table and watched the game while picking food off my body. My son came into the room several times and my husband saw him, and he just told him to go away.
I felt so humiliated that my own son saw me being used in such a sexual manner. I felt terrible for not being able to be a good mother. During commercial breaks they would take the food off my body and fuck me. One of them would get on top of the table and fuck me. They took turns fucking me on the table. This would last for hours until the game was finally finished and they would untie me and make me clean up the mess that they made. And I saw my son was hiding behind the wall watching everything that was going on. I felt so guilty for my children. I am a shameful mother and I deserve all the punishment in the world.
During the ten years that we were married, Mr.
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Pherson had devised many ingenious methods of torture and which were tested out on me. In addition to all the other tattoos and piercings that was done to me, one particular piece of tattoo stood out among the rest. Mr Pherson would tie my hands behind my back, and place me in a bath tub full Submissive asian housewives cold water with ice. Then he poured hot water on my exposed body parts. This created the sensation of being scolded. He would tie me in a spread eagled position on the bed and then put on my body large insects such as spiders, cockroaches, centipedes, etc.
He put me inside a small cage and suspended the cage in mid air. The cage was very small so I could only fit in by remaining in a fetal position so that my feet, my ass and my pussy would all be crumbled together, and then he poked me with a bamboo stick. Or used a cigarette lighter to burn the soles of my feet and my pussy. Or poured cold water on me. The longest time that I was trapped inside the cage was over two days and I soiled myself with my own piss and excrement. He tied me to a chair with my knees bound and brought up to my breasts. Attached two steel clamps to my vaginal lips and then attached two ropes to the steel clamps and wrapped the ends of the rope to my big toes.
My feet was brought close to my pussy.