Aramis
04-24-2003, 8:23 PM
Perhaps you recall a few years ago that our nation, the USA, had
"accidentally" bombed a building that was actually a Chinese embassy. Communist China was understandably furious and it took some time for the ruffled feathers to soothe. I am the reason why.
I worked for the CIA and took my risks with my sexual preferences on the Internet and with the places I bought my magazines. Unfortunately, Uncle Sam kept track of his employees and knew that I had a severe foot fetish and desire to be dominated by ethnic minorities. About a week after the bombing of the embassy, I was brought in to the office of a high ranking superior officer in the State Department.
"We have been given a way out of this terrible situation with the Chinese," said this superior. "We need your cooperation. Can we count on you to do as we need?"
"Yes, sir!" I said.
"The Chinese are exceedingly angry. They want blood. We cannot and will not give them blood. However, it turns out that the daughter of their top general has a strong desire to own an American man as her slave. We know that you have a strong desire to BE a slave. Therefore we are arranging a swap. We are sending you to her, to be her slave. And the Chinese are willing to let time pass and forget this episode."
"How long will I be her slave?" I asked, not sure whether to be excited or afraid, or both.
The officer looked at me with a sad expression and for some time. "For the rest of your life, son," he answered. "That's the deal, for national security."
"Do I get a choice?" I asked, starting to become very afraid.
"No son, you don't . It's a done deal. We are shipping you to her tonight. You are to do EVERYTHING she tells you, and no one here knows this ever happened. Good luck, son."
Before I knew it I was in handcuffs and dragged off to a waiting car. I was taken to an airport, and put on a plane to Beijing. While en route, a State Department expert on China filled me on on basic Chinese history, etiquette, and the woman who longed to beat the white a** of an American.
"She particularly likes to whip men and make them lick her feet while thanking her," he said. "She's sicko, but she has powerful connections, and right now she's holding all the cards for peace. You will be her slave, but you are liberating your country from a horrific situation."
Finally the plane landed, after a re-fueling stop in Hawaii. I was blindfoldedd, seized by unfamiliar arms, and dragged off of the plane, to who knew where. I understood I was no longer in American custody, but in the tender mercies of the Chinese Communist government, and more particularly, in the mercies of the top general's sadistic daughter!
"accidentally" bombed a building that was actually a Chinese embassy. Communist China was understandably furious and it took some time for the ruffled feathers to soothe. I am the reason why.
I worked for the CIA and took my risks with my sexual preferences on the Internet and with the places I bought my magazines. Unfortunately, Uncle Sam kept track of his employees and knew that I had a severe foot fetish and desire to be dominated by ethnic minorities. About a week after the bombing of the embassy, I was brought in to the office of a high ranking superior officer in the State Department.
"We have been given a way out of this terrible situation with the Chinese," said this superior. "We need your cooperation. Can we count on you to do as we need?"
"Yes, sir!" I said.
"The Chinese are exceedingly angry. They want blood. We cannot and will not give them blood. However, it turns out that the daughter of their top general has a strong desire to own an American man as her slave. We know that you have a strong desire to BE a slave. Therefore we are arranging a swap. We are sending you to her, to be her slave. And the Chinese are willing to let time pass and forget this episode."
"How long will I be her slave?" I asked, not sure whether to be excited or afraid, or both.
The officer looked at me with a sad expression and for some time. "For the rest of your life, son," he answered. "That's the deal, for national security."
"Do I get a choice?" I asked, starting to become very afraid.
"No son, you don't . It's a done deal. We are shipping you to her tonight. You are to do EVERYTHING she tells you, and no one here knows this ever happened. Good luck, son."
Before I knew it I was in handcuffs and dragged off to a waiting car. I was taken to an airport, and put on a plane to Beijing. While en route, a State Department expert on China filled me on on basic Chinese history, etiquette, and the woman who longed to beat the white a** of an American.
"She particularly likes to whip men and make them lick her feet while thanking her," he said. "She's sicko, but she has powerful connections, and right now she's holding all the cards for peace. You will be her slave, but you are liberating your country from a horrific situation."
Finally the plane landed, after a re-fueling stop in Hawaii. I was blindfoldedd, seized by unfamiliar arms, and dragged off of the plane, to who knew where. I understood I was no longer in American custody, but in the tender mercies of the Chinese Communist government, and more particularly, in the mercies of the top general's sadistic daughter!