Tag Archives: Asian Femdom

ASIAN MISTRESS

She looks so petite, so vulnerable and so innocent, doesn’t She? A beautiful, but fragile Pearl of the Orient. But make no mistake, this Lady can make the heaviest sumo wrestler cry for his mama. Without breaking a sweat. She’s that strict, that brutal and that merciless. She’s not interested in your silly fantasies, boy, She interested in power, real power. She’s hungry for it and will not stop at anything to get it. She wants it all and no doubt you’re going to give it to Her. Beware tough: once She has Her claws in you, there will be no turning back. You can beg as much as you want, but She’ll never let you go, never. You see, you once had a past, but She owns your future. And your money, your car, your home and all your dirty little secrets. You will be Her property and She will tell you what to wear, when to work, when to rise and when to sleep, when to eat, when to speak, when to cum and when to breathe. Hell, She will even tell you when to piss and when to shit. She will punish, humiliate and torture you whenever it pleases Her and you will learn to obey Her blindly.
So, who’s looking fragile and vulnerable now, eh?

HEAVEN & HELL

Life without a dominant Woman is an unforgiving Mistress, it really is. So I roamed the Internet from dusk till dawn, till my dick was ready to Krakatoa. One Sunday I had enough and went outside to get some fresh air. As I was walking around the corner, I ran into two gorgeous Asian Ladies who wanted to know the way to Heaven. Which was the name of a restaurant, by the way, not the heavenly Heaven, if you get my drift.
Most probably these Ladies were not dominant, but they were breathtaking and Asian, so two outta three wasn’t bad at all. I explained to them how to get there, said goodbye and walked away. But they called me back.
What did you just say?
Jeepers, talking about a short term memory! Well, I said, turn left on the next cor-
No, no, no. How did you call Me?
Call you?? I didn’t call you anything. Wha-
Are you sure?
Yes…. I was really flabbergasted.
She shrugged Her shoulders. OK, suit yourself. 
Crazy tourists! I walked for an hour or so, bought myself an ice-cream and sat down on a bench by the water. And then, in a split second, everything came to a standstill. Oh my God, I called Her Mistress! I jumped up and sprinted to Heaven. But its doors were closed. On Holiday, a sign said. Bloody hell.

FU YUNG HAI SPECIAL

Can I have a Fu Yung Hai with rice rice and a regular Coke to go, please?
Of course, sir. Is that all for you today?
And a thrashing, please.
Certainly sir. Soft, medium or hard?
Medium is fine.
Very well sir, you can go downstairs. Madame Ouch will be there in a minute.
Sweet! Madame Ouch Herself would take care of me! She was born in another galaxy, because Her beauty was not from this world. She could rip your eyes from their sockets just by looking at you. Love blinds you, they say. Well, you can bet you bruised & battered ass it does!
You again, She smiled, you have a big appetite. Take off your clothes, you know the drill.
She tied my wrists and ankles to the St. Andrew’s Cross, which had a huge impact on the lumpia between my legs.
Medium? Really? She mocked.
Forgive me, Mistress Ouch, I said, blushing from ear to ear, I’m a coward, what can I say.
Went for a hard beating a couple of weeks ago and couldn’t sit for days afterwards. My backside looked like a battlefield, it was crazy. So I settled for medium this time, thank you very much. The beating was short (as always), but intense. A bit like your sex-life, I would imagine. But it refreshed my body and invigorated my tired muscles. And most importantly, it reminded me of my place in the bigger scheme of things. I went back upstairs where they handed me my food. I’ll soon be back for more, because this was certainly not a Fu Yung Bye.