Asian Dominatrix

By WMAF_obsession.


My name is CARL Paek. I’m a 21-year-old Asian guy in my senior year of college.

At a recent dorm party, I met PRISCILLA Jeong, an 18-year-old freshman who was an international student from Korea. She was hot, with a pretty face and big tits.

Unlike most Asian females at the college, she had little experience with white guys. (I was naive about how much Western media is consumed in Korea. I shouldn’t have been so naive because Priscilla didn’t have a thick Asian accent.) So I decided to shoot my shot, and we started dating. I couldn’t believe my luck!

We were together for two months, during which time she gave me one handjob through my clothes. I wondered if I was technically still a virgin because I had never had sex.

One day, I found out she was cheating on me with a white guy. Honestly, I wasn’t surprised: many of my Asian male friends had had their girlfriends stolen by white guys. In a way, it was almost a relief to be cheated on: I would no longer have to be anxious about the possibility of being cucked by a white guy because it had already happened.

I decided to focus on my studies.

But in between studying, I stalked Priscilla’s social media. She took so many pics with her white boyfriend, and she always had a sly smile. I couldn’t help thinking that she was smirking at me and other Asian guys through the phone screen.

When I graduated, I chose to move to the other side of the country, to California, to get as far away as I could from that bitch Priscilla.

*****

Unfortunately, California is WMAF central.

I was hired by a tech startup in San Francisco, and in the three months I’ve been living here, I haven’t seen a single Asian guy with a white girl. Meanwhile, the WMAF couples outnumber the Asian couples four to one. And I knew that some of the Asian girls in the Asian couples must be cheating.

Asian girls in WMAF relationships never cheat.

To make matters worse, my cubicle mate at work, JARED, was a white guy with an Asian fetish. He loved to brag about all the Asian girls he was hooking up with. I’m pretty sure the two hottest Asian girls at the startup had fucked him, probably at the same time.

One day he said, “Dude, I’ve been fucking so many Asian sluts that it’s almost become boring. Almost. Anyway, to spice things up, I hired a dominatrix. Her name is Madam Priscilla. Here.”

He handed me his phone, which displayed a photo of an Asian woman in New York who looked nearly identical to my Priscilla. Like my Priscilla, she wore bright red lipstick and sneered cruelly.

“I have to get back to work,” I said, handing his phone back to him.

*****

Back at my apartment, where my tech-savvy employers couldn’t monitor my internet activity, I googled “Madam Priscilla” and found her on an escorting website.

She looked so much like my Priscilla that I checked her social media to ensure it wasn’t her. My Priscilla had posted a photo taken that day on a beach in Cancun with her standing next to her tall white boyfriend. I could see the outline of her boyfriend’s cock through his swim trunks. I wondered if he had been fucking her before she broke up with me.

I filled in my information on the escorting website. One of the text fields asked the user to describe himself, and I decided to describe myself as a white guy. I’m not sure why I did that.

Madam Priscilla had a session available for Saturday. I booked a room at a nice hotel and then signed up for the session.

*****

On Saturday afternoon, I found myself in a room on the ninth floor of the Marriott.

As Madam Priscilla’s profile instructed, I sat in a chair in the middle of the room with my left wrist handcuffed to the chair’s armrest. The handcuffs’s key was on the desk. (I got the handcuffs from a smut shop. Amazon wouldn’t deliver on time.)

At exactly 2:30, I heard a knock on the door, and Madam Priscilla, wearing a trenchcoat and huge sunglasses, walked in.

I noticed the rapidly shifting expressions on her face when she saw me: the role-playing, tight-lipped sneer of a dominatrix, followed by actual disgust at seeing that I was Asian, followed by the return of the dominatrix’s cold demeanor.

“Ugh, this bullshit again,” she said in unaccented English. (My Priscilla had a slight Korean accent.) I must not have been the first Asian guy to have claimed to be white on the escorting website.

“Hello, Mistress,” I said.

“It’s Madam! There’s a difference.” She wasn’t faking the disgust in her voice: I doubt she was a classically trained actress who had studied at Juilliard. “What do you do for a living?”

“I’m in tech, Madam.”

“Do you have a Venmo?”

“Yes, Madam,” I said.

“Good.” She walked to where I was sitting. She looked down on me like a wicked empress from a thousand years ago.

“I’m sorry to disappoint you. I know I’m not what you were expecting.” I was a natural bootlicker.

“No shit, CARL.” She emphasized my name, implying that I was not a true Westerner even though I was born here and that my name didn’t truly belong to me. “I definitely would not have agreed to the session if I knew you were Asian.”

“My coworker Jared said he had a good time with you.”

“Ooooh, Jared!” Her face lit up. “I remember him. He was a great client. So great that I didn’t charge him. If anything, I probably owe him for giving me the gift of his 9-inch white cock.”

Knowing how she would respond, I said, “Maybe I can get that same deal?”

She cackled like a witch. Her voice dripped with cruelty. “There has never been an Asian guy with a 9-inch cock.”

“I had a girlfriend named Priscilla. She cheated on me with a white guy. She looks a lot like you.”

“Show me.”

I pulled Priscilla’s Instagram on my phone and handed it to her.

“Wow, she’s hot, if I do say so myself. And she has good taste. I’ll bet you’re so jealous that that tall white guy gets to fuck her Asian pussy,” she said.

“Priscilla only gave me one handjob. I never got to have sex with her,” I said, suggesting that the Priscilla standing before me might take my virginity.

“Pull down your pants.”

I pulled down my pants but left my underwear on. My shirt was already off. She gave me a look, so I also pulled down my underwear. My 3.7-inch penis was rock hard.

“Ugh, so embarrassing,” she said, breaking character and speaking to me as herself, not as the dominatrix. “No wonder no one fucks Asian guys. Are you still a virgin?”

“Yeah, but I was hoping you could fix that,” I said, sincerely hoping that the $200 in cash I had placed on the dresser drawer would get me laid.

“There is no way I’m going to touch that tiny GOOK dick,” said the Asian woman to the Asian man. She wasn’t playing a character anymore.

I couldn’t hide the disappointment on my face.

“Aww, is the CHINK bitch sad?” She took out her phone and started recording my naked body without my permission. “Venmo all your money to me, or I’ll send this to Priscilla.”

She knew my Priscilla’s Instagram username. She also had a video of me. My breathing quickened. I opened Venmo and transferred $4000.

“That’s a start,” she said. “In return, I can show you how lovingly I treated Jared.” She opened a video on her phone. Jared took the video, and I watched Priscilla’s amazing ass bounce on Jared’s huge white cock. Also, Jared’s Rolex was visible on his left wrist, so it was him. She closed the video after a few seconds.

Without touching my small penis, I involuntarily ejaculated.

“Ew,” she said. She took the $200 from the dresser drawer. Then she pocketed the handcuffs’ keys. After hesitating, she got on her knees, removed my pants and underwear, and put them under her trenchcoat.

I was completely naked and handcuffed to the chair.

She said, “Press zero on the phone to dial the front desk,” and then walked out of the room.

I had ejaculated in the presence of a woman. I guess that’s the closest I would come to losing my virginity.

 

The End.

 

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