“I want you to play with your tight Asian pussy for me. Tell me how nice and wet it feels.”
I reached under the hem of my skirt and was actually shocked to find my pussy dripping wet.
“Yes, Master, your China doll’s pussy is very wet,” I answered while blushing. I was both excited and embarrassed, embarrassed at the way my body was reacting to his commands, embarrassed at the way that I was calling myself a China doll, embarrassed at the fact that I was playing into the submissive oriental stereotype that I’ve tried to escape for so long, and yet, here I was, running back still to what I had shunned.
Our car pulled into a McDonald’s drive-thru. My finger was inside my wet slit as my face got even redder and hotter when my master drove up to the window, and I saw the face of a young white man with short blonde hair peeking out. My pussy spasmed, and a heat wave passed through my body as I was being displayed to a complete stranger.
"Honey, stop playing with yourself before you have an accident and cum all over yourself. Sorry. This is my new Asian girlfriend. As you can see, she is a total slut.”
Sitting in the passenger’s seat, with my skirt cropped to my waist, my top pulled down, I had completely exposed my pussy and tits, and, honest to god, if my master hadn’t stopped me, I was certain that I was going to orgasm, and it was only with the utmost reluctance that I pulled my finger away from my wet slit.
I was in a daze and didn’t pay attention to what was exchanged between the two men. After a while, my master turned to me and said, “Give me 20 bucks so I can buy your food.”
I got my wet fingers into my purse and searched for cash. The entire time, the young white man in the drive-thru window had a clear view of my bald, glistening pussy, and my perky breasts. After a few minutes, I found the money and was about to hand it to my master when he said, “Don’t give it to me, sweetheart. Give it to him,“ as he pointed, waving his hand and flinching his body away from me.
I leaned across the driver's seat and handed the money over. My face was beet red, and then I took the food and sat back in my seat. My fingers were still wet with pussy juice.
When master and I arrived home, master ordered, “Remove all your clothes, use the bathroom if you need to, clean yourself thoroughly and completely. Touch up your hair and do your makeup. Then meet me in the living room in half an hour. Don’t be late or you will be punished.”
"Yes, master," I answered. As I hurried into my bedroom to do my master’s bidding, I heard the boisterous laughter of my master in the living room. He could hardly contain his excitement for the event later tonight, when he would be presenting me as his sex slave to a group of BDSM aficionados.
How had I come to this? Sometimes I wondered, to go from a dignified, well-educated, professional Asian office lady, to become the submissive, docile sex slave of a white man. What would my parents think of me? Would they disown me? What would my brothers think of me? Would they be disgusted with me?
I put those thoughts out of my mind as I walked naked out of the bedroom and presented myself to my master. I was proud to be obedient.
Master directed me to put on a corset, a pair of black sheer stockings, a collar, a set of 5” heels and a set of leather handcuffs.
I picked up the collar first, and I felt a sense of pride as I examined it, knowing that the collar symbolized my submission to my master. Then I put on the stockings. After I put on the stockings, I took the corset and wrapped it around my waist. It cinched my waist tightly and accentuated my naked hips and breasts. After I put on the corset, I reached for the high heels, and that was when I realized how much more difficult a normally simple task had become. I had to take a deep breath as I bent over, and with great effort, I was able to slip the high heels on my feet.
The high heels had ankle straps, and I had to bend and twist in the tight corset to lock in the straps. After I had straightened myself in my heels, my master took the leather cuffs to my wrists and cuffed my hands together behind my back.
"I want you to stand here and do not make any move," my master said.
“Yes, master,” I replied.
"Now, open wide."
I opened my mouth, and my master placed a leather ring gag in my mouth. Then earplugs were plugged into each one of my ears, and that was when all sound stopped. After that, soft pads and a blindfold were placed over my eyes, and I descended into complete darkness. The loss of sight and sound alarmed me, and I had to fight the panic that was settling into my heart.
And my panic turned into a strange sexual arousal as I felt my master’s hands fondling my breasts, ass and thighs, until eventually a leash was fastened to my collar.
So I stood in front of my master in total darkness and silence, my most sensitive parts of my body all completely exposed and vulnerable. My bare, smooth pussy and ass. My breasts. Left exposed to the elements of the open air. I imagined how lewd and humiliating I must have looked. And I felt my nipples harden as I thought about how I must have looked, and my mouth started to drool. Then I felt a finger slipping between my legs, and I knew… he knew… my pussy was getting wet. I enjoyed this kind of treatment.
He is going to take me outside like this! I shuddered as I felt my leash being tucked, as I felt his hands pushing on my shoulders and making me take steps forward. There was a change in temperature, as I was guided to walk like a blind, deaf, and mute through complete darkness. Where is he taking me?! I asked myself. I’m being placed outside the privacy of our apartment like this!
