Aramis
04-24-2003, 8:57 PM
I was dragged out of the plane and through corridors I could not see because of the blindfold. Any language I heard I could not understand well; my Chinese was limited. I was thrown into the trunk of a car or limo; with some horror I heard the trunk lid close above me, and the engine begin. Where were these unknown strongmen taking me?
I was in the trunk for hours it seemed. At long last we stopped, the trunk lid was raised, and I was unceremoniously yanked out. My blindfold was removed, and I was permitted to see a grand castle, a fortress, in what seemed to be the middle of nowhere. Then I was dragged forward, inward. I heard the car or limo drive off in the distance.
Before I knew it I was inside the fortress, still cuffed, still sore and afraid. Then I was confronted with the General of the Chinese Army!
In perfect English, he said, "You are now the slave of my daughter Shen-sha. She is your owner. If she tells us to kill you, we will kill you. If she tells us to torture you, believe me, we will torture you. If she tells us to reward you, we will punish you. She is highly regarded in our country. You, on the other hand, are lower than the dirt beneath her feet, and you will act like that for all time. You will live by pleasing her. You will live by submitting to her desires for your humiliation. Your worthless life is in her beautiful hands, or should I say, your life is at her feet. And she can't wait for your white empire loving lips are cowering at her bare feet! Take him away to her; she awaits!"
I was dragged into another room, a nice living room down the hall from where I was, and I was forced to my knees by the strong hands of the men who dragged me. I saw before me, relaxing on the armchair before me, a vision of cruel Asian beauty. Her bare legs were extended to and rested on an ottoman, which was just in front of me. She was around 30, with a lovely, sadistic smile on her pretty face.
"My American slave," she said slowly and with relish. "You are going to spend the rest of your scum life begging my forgiveness and slaving at my regal feet. Your people killed my people, and I will have vengeance! You will not speak until spoken to. You have no rights. You belong to me, and to all Chinese women. If any woman here gives you an order, including my washmaid, you are to obey it, understand? Because you are lower than their toejam. If my maid tells you to lick her a**, you will do it with passion. Understand? You are not your own, you are ours. Your ass is ours. For the rest of your life. Now. white boy, make yourself useful. Get out your Yankee tongue and clean my slippers!"
I was on my knees, and I leaned forward to her feet in their beaded, artistic slippers, not unlike ballet slippers, and began to lick them like the white boy slave I was. She started to laugh, and so did all the coterie around her. She began to berate me as the white empire seeking supremacist who had finally been taken down and brought to his place at her feet. All white men needed to clean the footwear of Chinese women, she said, and to clean them with their slave tongues. Only in their slavery would past injustices be one day paid for.
Then she bid me stop, and in a moment of sexual majesty, she shucked off her sandals inches from my face.
"These are your deities," she announced. "Worship, slave!"
I licked her bare feet, which were soft, large, shapely, and demanding. I was in heaven and never wanted to leave.
I heard her laughing again. It was musical and enchanting. "You seem to like licking my feet, American slut boy," she said. "That's good, since you will spend the rest of your life doing just that! And not only my feet, but the rest of my friends as well. We all think white Am,erican men need to be taught that their place is beneath the feet of dominant Chinese women!"
I licked and licked. She laughed. Someone began to take a whip to my backside, another pretty Chinese woman. My owner laughed some more, and urged her to beat me harder. Then she told me to lick harder and with more passion. I did. I was in love. I had found my destiny. To grovel at the feet of a royal Chinese b**** and be beaten by her friends for their amusement, as long as I could caress her soft, sexy soles with my tongue and clean in between her demanding toes while she told me how I was in need of more discipline, was too much for me. Her laughter echoes in my mind as I continued my worship of her large, divine, superior feet.
The END!
I was in the trunk for hours it seemed. At long last we stopped, the trunk lid was raised, and I was unceremoniously yanked out. My blindfold was removed, and I was permitted to see a grand castle, a fortress, in what seemed to be the middle of nowhere. Then I was dragged forward, inward. I heard the car or limo drive off in the distance.
Before I knew it I was inside the fortress, still cuffed, still sore and afraid. Then I was confronted with the General of the Chinese Army!
In perfect English, he said, "You are now the slave of my daughter Shen-sha. She is your owner. If she tells us to kill you, we will kill you. If she tells us to torture you, believe me, we will torture you. If she tells us to reward you, we will punish you. She is highly regarded in our country. You, on the other hand, are lower than the dirt beneath her feet, and you will act like that for all time. You will live by pleasing her. You will live by submitting to her desires for your humiliation. Your worthless life is in her beautiful hands, or should I say, your life is at her feet. And she can't wait for your white empire loving lips are cowering at her bare feet! Take him away to her; she awaits!"
I was dragged into another room, a nice living room down the hall from where I was, and I was forced to my knees by the strong hands of the men who dragged me. I saw before me, relaxing on the armchair before me, a vision of cruel Asian beauty. Her bare legs were extended to and rested on an ottoman, which was just in front of me. She was around 30, with a lovely, sadistic smile on her pretty face.
"My American slave," she said slowly and with relish. "You are going to spend the rest of your scum life begging my forgiveness and slaving at my regal feet. Your people killed my people, and I will have vengeance! You will not speak until spoken to. You have no rights. You belong to me, and to all Chinese women. If any woman here gives you an order, including my washmaid, you are to obey it, understand? Because you are lower than their toejam. If my maid tells you to lick her a**, you will do it with passion. Understand? You are not your own, you are ours. Your ass is ours. For the rest of your life. Now. white boy, make yourself useful. Get out your Yankee tongue and clean my slippers!"
I was on my knees, and I leaned forward to her feet in their beaded, artistic slippers, not unlike ballet slippers, and began to lick them like the white boy slave I was. She started to laugh, and so did all the coterie around her. She began to berate me as the white empire seeking supremacist who had finally been taken down and brought to his place at her feet. All white men needed to clean the footwear of Chinese women, she said, and to clean them with their slave tongues. Only in their slavery would past injustices be one day paid for.
Then she bid me stop, and in a moment of sexual majesty, she shucked off her sandals inches from my face.
"These are your deities," she announced. "Worship, slave!"
I licked her bare feet, which were soft, large, shapely, and demanding. I was in heaven and never wanted to leave.
I heard her laughing again. It was musical and enchanting. "You seem to like licking my feet, American slut boy," she said. "That's good, since you will spend the rest of your life doing just that! And not only my feet, but the rest of my friends as well. We all think white Am,erican men need to be taught that their place is beneath the feet of dominant Chinese women!"
I licked and licked. She laughed. Someone began to take a whip to my backside, another pretty Chinese woman. My owner laughed some more, and urged her to beat me harder. Then she told me to lick harder and with more passion. I did. I was in love. I had found my destiny. To grovel at the feet of a royal Chinese b**** and be beaten by her friends for their amusement, as long as I could caress her soft, sexy soles with my tongue and clean in between her demanding toes while she told me how I was in need of more discipline, was too much for me. Her laughter echoes in my mind as I continued my worship of her large, divine, superior feet.
The END!