My life in submission to an Asian man

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A Taste of Dominance

We sat like that for a while, me at Alex’s feet and him lounging on the couch, watching the Korean drama in silence. After a little while, I laid my head against his knee and almost immediately he started petting my hair.

What a sight we must be. Me, completely exposed, totally naked except the cage my still-new master had installed, apparently permanently, on my dick. Alex, fully dressed except his shoes, petting me as I sat at his feet.

We stayed like this for a while. It wasn’t until after the third episode of our sit down that Alex spoke again.

“Houseboy,” he called out, pausing the drama on the TV. “Get me Jackson’s phone.”

Armando acknowledged and walked out of the room, coming back with my cell in hand.

“Get my dick out and start sucking, Houseboy,” he ordered.

Seeing the look of disappointment on my face as I looked up at him, he easily deduced it was because I wanted to be the one with his cock in my mouth. All he did was smile and give an amused chuckle as he took the phone from Armando and the Latino slave got on his knees and fished out our master’s flaccid cock, eagerly yet still subserviently taking the full soft length into his mouth. 

Alex didn’t pay any attention to him, instead handing me my phone.

“Unlock it for me, baby boy,” Alex ordered.

Nervous, I did as I was told. I never liked handing my phone to somebody else unlocked. Even if I was showing a friend a video or a picture or asking someone else to take a picture of me, I was nervous about my phone being in somebody else’s hands. I didn’t have anything to hide, per se, I just liked my privacy.

But as I unlocked it, Armando bobbing his head up and down and Alex’s cock obviously growing hard in the boy’s mouth next to me, I knew I didn’t have any privacy anymore. As I unlocked it, I saw notifications that my mom had texted me. Several times. She’d called a couple of times, too.

“Good boy,” he said when he saw the phone was unlocked, scooping it out of my hands before I had the chance to read even one of the messages.

My stomach was in knots as I heard him typing away on my phone, then waiting, then continuing to type. I kept my eyes on him the whole time. Once or twice he smirked, but for the most part his face was peacefully expressionless. 

After about 45 minutes, he looked at me and smirked at the discomfort on my face.

“I think things are smoothed over with your mom, now,” he told me, handing the phone back. “Read over this so you know what ‘you’ texted her.”

Most of what he said were lies, but I didn’t mind that much. He told her we’d been dating for a few months, the specific day of our first date being a little more than two weeks after I’d turned 18. He told her — or rather, technically I told her — that we’d met at a coffee shop. “I” was truthful about his age, but lied and said he was a bit uncomfortable about us dating but I’d convinced him to try it. We’d gone out dancing together, had dinners together, gone hiking, been to museums and gone to the botanical gardens on dates, “I” had texted her.

Then “I” had told her that he wanted to invite her over for dinner sometime next week and she should let me know when would work best for her.

She talked about how it was out of character for me to do something like move out without telling her, even just to go on dates without telling her, that she was worried about the age gap between us, she wanted to make sure I was sure, asked why I’d moved all my stuff out so suddenly, but in the end Alex, texting as me, had convinced her to hold off judgment until she met him at that dinner.

“Done?” Alex asked, with a little oomph after the word as Armando bottomed out on his cock, when he saw I’d reached the bottom and stopped scrolling.

“Yes,” I said.

“Good- ooh,” He said, stopping as Armando again took his entire length into his throat. “Good boy. Both of you. Keep that sucking, I’m gonna give you my cum in a minute. Jackson, change your phone’s password to- ooh- to be the full keyboard and make it ‘PropertyOfAlex,’ all one word and- ooh, fuck yeah, Houseboy. Just like that. And all of the first letters of the words capitalized.”

I nodded my head, once again nervous but I did as I was told.

“Done,” I told him.

“Good,” he said. “You can keep your phone from now on. Eventually I’m going to get you one on my cell plan. You have 24 hours to delete anything you don’t want me to see from that phone, and then from that point on you don’t delete a thi-i-i-ing. Fuck, you’re really into it today.”

That last sentence was directed at Armando, who moaned, a deep and drawn out sound of pleasure. 

“OK, I’m gonna go ahead and feed you your snack,” Alex said, grabbing Armando by the hair on both sides of his head and pistoning his cock in and out.

Armando gagged and gargled for about 30 seconds, then sat there choking as Alex dumped a load into the pretty Latino slaveboy’s throat. 

After that, we watched TV for the rest of an uneventful day. My mom texted back and said next Wednesday would work best for her for dinner, and I told Alex. He told me to confirm it for 7 p.m.

We ate dinner, watched some more TV then went to bed. 

Most of the day was uneventful. In bed, though, I learned a little more about the plan moving forward.

I was laying there, under the blankets next to him, my head resting on his firm, well defined pec and his arm under me. I was once again captivated by his beauty. The blankets only went up to just above his belly button, so I could see his tight abs. His chest was gorgeous, strong. His arms weren’t bulging or grotesque, but they were big. I could feel the strength as he used one to hold me tightly against him. The little light coming in from behind the mostly-closed curtains gave me enough light to admire his beautiful, light tan, totally smooth and flawless skin and dark, small, hard nipples. 

“Tomorrow, you’re going to start your Asianwashing training,” Alex said quietly as we laid there, the lights out and both of us breathing easily.

Some of the pain had returned to my balls, but when I told Alex he said I should hold onto it overnight and use that as encouragement to give him the best head I had done yet in the morning, before he left for work.

“Some of it I’ll have Houseboy do,” he told me. “Like teaching you some basic skills. How to hand something to someone and how to accept something someone is handing to you. Bowing properly for different occasions, like when I give you an order, when you need to apologize, when you greet a guest. And from now on, you’re not going to listen to any music that isn’t from Korea or Japan. And you’re not going to watch any movies or TV shows that aren’t from those countries.

“I might expand it a little later to other Asian countries. But for right now, that’s all you’ll get. I’ve already made some playlists for you, I’ll send them to you tomorrow.”

“Thank you,” I said, squirming in a futile attempt to get even closer to his body that I was practically in full contact with, to feel more of his warmth. For some reason, despite the turbulent day I’d had, I felt a lot of romantic feelings toward Alex at that moment. It felt sweet. It felt like he was a caring, loving, affectionate, strong man who would look out for me and provide for me and do his best to keep me happy, and knowing my job as his boyfriend was to be caring, loving and affection and my job as his slave was to keep him happy just increased my desire to be as close to him as physics would allow.

The idea of Asianwashing actually excited me. I figured it was one part the excitement of becoming more submissive to him by willingly letting him erase part of my culture from me and replace it with his and one part expanding my knowledge and having new experiences.

“I’ve also instructed Houseboy to cook only Asian dishes for you from now on,” Alex continued. 

I was OK with this. I liked Asian food. And while I didn’t want to tell him this because I thought he was having fun with this training, I already knew how to use chopsticks. 

“Other things I’ll teach you,” he added. “You’ll find out more about that later.” 

With that, we both laid there quietly and before long, breathing in Alex’s scent, I fell asleep.

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I woke to something hard pressing against my lips. I was confused for a second or two, but after a moment I realized what was going on. Without looking, I opened my mouth and welcomed Alex’s big, hard, hot cock past my lips. The soft skin of his cock on my lips was, and it might sound weird, refreshing. After a deep sleep, this seemed like the perfect way to start the day.

He was fucking my mouth but going slow. I paid extra attention to what I was doing with my tongue, rolling it around his cockhead as it passed, teasing the frenulum and then trying not to gag by focusing on shifting my tongue back and forth underneath his shaft as he pushed into my throat. Before I knew it, I had his neatly trimmed pubes in my nose.

Expecting him to pull back out with the same slow, steady pace he’d pushed the head down my throat, cutting off my air supply, I was surprised when he didn’t. Instead, he brought his hand down to caress the side of my head, petting my hair. 

“Good slut,” he said as he held himself inside my throat, his pubes in my nose and his heavy, smooth balls resting on my chin. 

For the first few seconds I was OK, but soon my brain was starting to panic because of the lack of fresh oxygen going into my lungs. I looked up at him with wide eyes and tried to grunt, but his cock filled my throat so thoroughly I just coughed around it. When he just stared down at me, making eye contact with a slight grin on his face, I tried to push back against his thighs with my hands and pull my head back. But my head was firmly held against the headboard and he was too strong for me.

“Take it,” he insisted. “Hold it there.”

Panicking now, his words did little to calm me. I started swallowing instinctively, trying to clear the blockage from my throat. 

“Oh, yeah,” Alex said. “Good bitch. Yesssss. That feels good. Work those throat muscles.”

I tried shaking my head, but Alex shifted the hand petting me to grab a fistfull of my hair and hold me still.

“You’re OK,” he said. I wanted to beg to differ, but I couldn’t. “You’ll be fine. Just take that cock down your slut throat.”

Alex must have been able to tell when my vision started to blur and I thought I was about to pass out because he let go of my hair and stroked my cheek a couple times before placing that same hand on my forehead to hold me against the headboard and slowly started retracting his cock from my throat. I tried to get him out of my mouth, but he was too strong for me, holding my head in place and pulling his cock out only halfway. 

I sucked in panicked breaths through my throat, tears streaming down my cheek as my eyes watered. My vision started returning, and Alex pushed back in.

“You’re gonna hold this in your throat as long as I think you can, baby boy,” Alex said, not going in as gently this time. Instead, he moved slowly until his cockhead reached my throat, then thrust the rest in all at once. I gagged, choked and tried to sputter. He grabbed another fistfull of my hair and held me still.

“This is throat training, and it’s something all my bitches have to go through,” Alex told me, looking down at me with kind eyes. 

It didn’t make sense to me, even as I tried wriggling my tongue around to stimulate his shaft, how he could speak so softly and gently and look at me with such caring and kind eyes while holding me by my hair and choking me with his cock. But understand it or not, it turned me on so fucking much.

“This is the first part, opening up that throat,” Alex said as I once again started to panic and my body started to shift uncomfortably. “We’ll do this a few times, then we’ll get to working getting rid of that pathetic gag reflex sluts like you always have at first when you’re getting your mouth fucked.”

Now my panic doubled. Suddenly, I decided I didn’t like this. But I knew I had no choice. I was his slave. His bitch. His owned boyfriend. 

As I started to get dizzy from the inability to breath, Alex reached down with his free hand and started massaging my throat roughly.

“Love feeling that throat stretch with my cock shoved inside it,” he said, his voice a little husky and deeper than normal. I was thrashing on the bed now but was still doing my best to keep my teeth off his cock, at least as much as was possible for me in this position with his massive shaft in me.. “Take it. Take it. Take it.”

As I felt myself starting to slip into unconsciousness, Alex quickly pulled out to his head resting halfway in my mouth and I opened my mouth as wide as I could, taking shaky, ragged, desperate breaths in through both my mouth and nose.

“Such a good fucking slut,” Alex said, once again relasing his fistfull of my hair and petting me. “You ready?”

I did my best to shake my head and managed an awkward no, more like “Nuh,” with my mouth full of cock.

“Too bad.”

Without any further warning, Alex fisted my hair again and shoved back in. This time, I decided to count the seconds to try to keep my mind off the lack of air I was able to take in.

1…

I wriggled my tongue, hoping that the sensation would help please him enough to pull out of my throat early. 

2… 

Alex started massaging my throat again. 

“Fuck, you’re doing so good, baby boy. Such a good, natural cocksucking faggot bitch.”

That sent a thrill through me. Faggot was a new one. Somehow I loved it. 

3…

I was amazed as I felt my dick still trying to get hard in my little metal cage. My lower gut was hurting, I was so desperate to get an erection.

I felt my first urge to take in a breath, not because I was actually out, I guessed, but because there was a massive manhood keeping me from being able to breathe. Wanting what I couldn’t have. 

4…

Alex looked back behind him and saw my dick pushing out against the cage and laughed. He reached back and chuckled as he bounced my helpless caged dick with the hand that was feeling up and down my throat to sense the bulge inside.

“So fucking desperate,” he said, his voice airy and lustful. “Little white dicklet hasn’t accepted the fact that it’s trapped. That at this point it’s destined to stay locked away so you can…”

5…

“better serve me like the needy, horny, slutty whore you naturally are,” he continued. “So desperate to serve a real man’s cock. Big Asian cock.”

His words, paired with his teasing of my dick and his cock lodged inside my airway and the taste of his shaft on my tongue, made my head swim with horny chemicals. 

6… 7… 8…

I was starting to get worried again. I trusted Alex, but I was also concerned he would get carried away and suffocate me, make me pass out. That also made me excited. It made me determined. I decided in that second that I wouldn’t try to get him out of my throat until he decided he was ready. If he stopped my intake of fresh air long enough to make me pass out, I would wear that as a badge of pride.

10… 11… 12…

In only three seconds, I began to doubt my own commitment to let him use my throat without resistance. 

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, I thought. I felt my neck and legs and arms tighten as I craved a breath. 

13… 14… 15… 

Now every muscle in my body was constricting. I reaffirmed my dedication to not resist him. My toes were curled, my legs were tight and kicking, my chest was and light abs were flexed, my hands were gripping the bedsheets (in part because of my choking and in part to resist putting my hands up on his thighs and trying to push him back), my shoulders were starting to cramp and my neck felt like it was turning to stone the muscles there were so tight.

16… 17… 18… 19… 20… 21…

I was starting to feel lightheaded. I shut my eyes and resisted the instinctive urge to bite down on his cock. I tried to focus on the feeling of his hairless, heavy balls on my chin and his pubes tickling my upper lip and nose.

22… 23… 24… 25… 

I was once again convulsing beneath him, but I was staying strong and holding to my silent promise to make him proud of me. 

25… 26…

Just when I felt my vision starting to darken, Alex suddenly pulled completely out of my mouth. I was coughing, gagging, choking on the air I was so primally trying to suck into my lungs. My face was wet with tears and my vision blurred now because of the watering eyes instead of the lack of oxygen. 

“You’re such a fast learner,” he whispered, leaning to put his forehead against mine. I almost couldn’t hear him over the sound of my own thoughts screaming at me in panic and simultaneous relief and my heart pounding and my lungs hyperventilating. “No resistance that last time. I’m so proud of you, baby boy.”

That last sentence was loud and clear in my ears, even though he said it softly. I opened my eyes, determined to look up at him and show him I was still game for more even though I didn’t believe that myself. 

“Lick my balls while you recover,” Alex said, scooting up and planting his sack on my open lips without waiting for me to respond.

Still sputtering for air, I stuck my tongue out and started sloppily lapping at his balls. As my breath started to steady out, I opened my mouth wider and let one of his balls fall into my mouth, gently sucking on them and continuing to work them with my tongue. His heavy breathing and little moans made me swell with pride.

“Ok, bitch. Time for the next step.”

Alex backed away quickly and stuck his thumb in my mouth. I licked and sucked it for half a second before he grabbed my chin with his thumb in my mouth and pulled my jaw open, shoving all his fingers in and pushing around inside before pulling out and putting the head of his cock at my lips.

Looking up at him with eyes begging for more use and abuse, I stuck my tongue out to lick the massive dollop of precum off his slit.

“God I love it when you look at me like that,” Alex said, caressing my face before slowly running his fingers through my hair and gripping once more. “Tells me everything I need to know about how desperate you are to serve without even using words.”

And with that, Alex shoved his dick into my mouth and all the way down my throat. He held it there again, this time for about five seconds, then rapidly pulled out and before I knew it he was fucking my face.

I was gagging and coughing and moaning like a bitch in heat. I reached up and gripped his hairless thighs but did nothing to try to stop him. I was just holding on tight, feeling his muscles flex and digging my nails into his skin.

Fuck. This feels amazing.

There was something about Alex abusing my throat like this, pretending he didn’t care about me (and somehow I knew intrinsically that he was just pretending), that made me so hot. It felt so goddamn fulfilling. 

I lost track of time and my brain went practically blank, only feeling sensations. My throat was starting to hurt. My eyes were leaking a constant stream of tears. My nose was running. I was coughing and choking and gagging and sputtering and doing my best to get in what little, shallow breaths I could when his cock pulled out for fractions of a second. 

Then, what felt just as sudden as it started, Alex pulled out and held his cock right above my nose and let out a cry of ecstasy. The first blast of cum felt almost solid, it shot out so hard and fast and thick. He moaned again. It was hot on my face, landing just below my left eye. The second volley was just as powerful, hitting me on my nose. The third lost some of its power, hitting my nose and upper lip, then the fourth and fifth hit my lips and chin. The fifth, he adjusted to make sure it landed on my forehead and in my hair. Then he squeezed his cock from the base to tip, pushing out the last of his cum.

“So. Fucking. Beautiful,” Alex said breathlessly. “Your face was made to wear cum.”

He let go of my hair and, once again, started petting me. I was still as hard as I could get in the cage my master had put over my cock, my balls covered in precum that was leaking in a constant stream from my squished dickhead. 

“Clean it off like a good slave,” Alex ordered, holding his cockhead at my lips again.

I opened my mouth and put his still-hard cock back in my well used mouth, running my tongue all over. More thick, creamy cum leaked out of the head and landed on my tongue. 

He thrusted halfway in a couple times, another little stream of fresh, hot cum finding its way to my tongue.

“Show me that extra cum,” Alex commanded as he pulled his cock out. 

I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, holding the little gift of pearly white, deliciously thick, sweet and slightly acidic gift he’d given me. I was given the extra reward of a proud smile as he scooped a little of the cum hanging from my chin and wiping it on my tongue.

“Swallow.”

I did as I was told, then showed him it was all gone. 

“Good boy,” he said. My chest felt warm at those words, my heart fluttered and I smiled so wide it made Alex laugh. “I want you to wear that cum until I get home from work today. It probably won’t be easy as it starts drying, but I want to come home and see my little white bitch covered in my cum.”

“Yes, Master,” I answered, my voice weaker and rougher than I expected. 

He smiled at me again, then stood next to the bed and stooped down to start licking and nibbling on my nipple for a minute, eliciting high pitch moans. He knew what he was doing. I was so turned on. He knew he was torturing me. 

“Houseboy is going to teach you how to bow today, and when I get home I want you to come and greet me at the door, bow to me and take my shoes off for me,” Alex said.

I smiled up and simply nodded, a little embarrassed by the coarseness in my voice and trying not to speak.

Alex had me lift my legs up so he could inspect my hole, then after proclaiming I was probably good to go said he wanted to make me wait a few more days.

“I want to see how ravenous my cute little slut will get after a few days locked up with his pussy unused.”

I whined and looked back at him, but he just smiled and ran his thumb over my hole to tease me. With that, he left me to get in the shower, Armando coming into our bedroom and following him in to wash, dry and dress our master.

I walked Alex to the door when he was dressed and ready to leave for work. He told me to eat some breakfast and then to take it easy until the cum completely dried on my face. Some of it, now cold, was still trickling down my face as I stood. 

“And I want you to play with Houseboy’s body for a little while,” Alex told me as he was opening the front door. I stood there, wearing nothing but the cage on my dick, as the door was opened fully. It struck me that if somebody walked by they would clearly see Armando and me standing there in nothing but the cages Alex had installed on us, but since he didn’t seem to care I decided I didn’t either. “Maybe, say, an hour. Hour and a half, if you’re having fun. Play with him however you want, but be sure you give some extra attention to his nipples, lick his ears and tease his hole.”

With that he closed the door and headed off to work. 

When I got to the dining room, Armando pulled my chair out for me and then pushed it in. Sitting in front of me was a bowl of kimchi and pork stew and a small bowl of rice, with a long spoon sitting next to it. 

“Gotta wear Master’s cum on your face all day, Sir?” Armando asked as I started digging into my breakfast.

I nodded with my mouth full of soup and pork and kimchi. My throat was a little raw from the sucking, so the light spice to the stew irritated it a little. 

“It’s already a little itchy,” I told him with a nervous laugh, my voice still rough.

“You’ll be able to ignore it once you start playing with me,” Armando said, his voice excited and his face lit up. 

That made me blush and made my dick strain again against the cage. I was probably twice as excited as he was.

Armando was just simply gorgeous. He had a cute, sexy face, totally hairless body below his eyebrows and lashes, well toned but not bulky muscles. His abs rippled when he walked, his chest muscles flexed in little ways as he moved, his arms were lean and strong, his legs powerful but slim. His eyes were perfect, his jawline well defined. 

“I can’t wait,” I told him, an expression on my face I’m certain looked devious and hungry.

After finishing my meal, Armando said I should probably go lay down in bed until my cum facepaint dried and then to let him know when I was ready to play with him or if I wanted to have our lesson on bowing first.

I did as he suggested, going to lay down and looking over the playlists Alex texted me that morning when he left. The playlists were all but one divided into genres: Korean hip hop, Japanese hip hop, Korean pop, Japanese pop, Korean rock (this one was a little light on content), Japanese rock, traditional folk music from the two countries and a couple others. 

The one that caught my eye, though, had a different name.

“I’m the horny slave of Master Alex Hwang-Tanaka, desperate to have my pussy wrecked”

I opened that one up and found it full of Korean R&B and hip hop that was sensual and lusty sounding. Mmmh by Kai, Wet The Bed by Sik-K, I’m not Sorry by Dean, among others. I put it on shuffle and found that, somehow, it really did exacerbate my desperate horniness. 

In no time, Alex’s cum was dried on my face and I was fighting the urge to wipe it off. Deciding I should be active to help me focus on something else, I turned off the music and walked back through the large apartment to the living and dining areas.

“Armando?” I called out.

He practically ran out a door to the right of the kitchen area.

“Yes, Sir?” He asked excitedly.

“I guess we should start with the work we need to get done,” I told him. “Can you teach me how to bow and then we can get to the fun part?”

“Of course!” Armando said with a thrilled knod. 

It didn’t take too long for him to show me the two bows Alex told him I needed to learn before he got home from work. The first was begging for something. 

“You probably won’t have to use this one much,” Armando said. “You’re obviously trying your hardest to please Master, and this one is most often used to beg forgiveness.”

I would also use it if I wanted to beg him for something like some special clothes, a night out with friends that he wasn’t sure about giving me, a new sex toy. I would get down on my knees, lean back on my feet and put my palms down in front of me on the floor, looking down, ask for forgiveness or whatever else I wanted to beg for, then bow my forehead all the way down to the floor.

It took me a while to get it right, but eventually Armando gave me his approval of my technique and we moved on to the bow to greet Alex when he comes home. I would put my hands to my side, look down at the floor and, keeping my back and legs straight, dip my back down a bit, holding it for a few seconds or until Alex did something to signify I should stop.

Now my face was truly itchy. Not irritated, but my mind was screaming at me to get the foreign substance caked onto it off. 

That one was much easier, and before long Armando and I were in his bedroom (which he’d said would be best, since I was playing with him and it wouldn’t be appropriate to use our master’s bed for play when he wasn’t here). Armando laid down on his back with his legs slightly spread and his arms out a little to his side. Something natural clicked in me and I just knew immediately what I was expected to do.

I checked the bedside alarm clock (we were starting at exactly 2 p.m. and I wanted to make sure I didn’t disobey Alex with his suggestion that I play with his lower slave’s body for up to an hour and a half, taking that time as a maximum allowed) and started off licking his nipples, nibbling them. The goosebumps on his skin as I did that looked so sexy, his soft little moans so seductive. I kissed my way up to his neck, getting moans that ever so slightly but steadily increased in volume as I went. 

This felt amazing. Aside from the cage holding my dick and suppressing my wanna-be erection, I somehow knew this was what it felt like to be a dominant top casually enjoying his submissive bottom’s body with no intention of fucking the sub or using its throat. I felt like I had power over him, control. He was there for me to enjoy however I wanted (as long as I made sure to follow Alex’s instructions). 

And now that I thought about it, all of Alex’s instructions were things I would want to do to Armando’s body anyway. 

Continuing up his neck, I got to Armando’s jaw. It was so gorgeously defined and sharp that I thought it should be able to cut me as I ran my tongue from his chin all the way along that amazing jawline to his earlobe. He squirmed and moaned as I teased the stud piercing there. Something grew in my chest, a hunger mixed with a sense of power. My desire to control him turned into a need. I had to own this willing Latino slave as long as our shared master would allow.

When I started licking into his ear, pleased at how clean it was, Armando’s back arched. He let out a long, beautiful moan and I reached my right hand to his caged dick. Grabbing his balls, I gave them a gentle but firm squeeze, holding the pressure, and the volume of his ecstatic vocalization increased and morphed into a lusty growl that somehow stayed submissive in tone.

Growing more dominant and hungry, I grabbed a fistfull of his hair with my left hand and pulled slightly. Remembering he was turned on by pain but not knowing (and not wanting to figure out) his limit, I decided to cause just a little. Ironic, I thought, that even as I was dominating and hurting him, I was submissive in the action because I was following the orders of our shared master and in pain because my actions caused my dick to strain achingly against the cage in which Alex had confined it. My balls pulsed with the pressure caused by the need and simultaneous inability to cum.

I continued lapping around and inside Armando’s ear and increasing, ever so slightly, the grip I had on both his hair and his balls. When his vocalization turned to a whining moan, I found myself growling softly with my newfound power and dominance. I kept up with this for about five minutes more, then released his hair and balls and sat up to look down at the panting, locked sub. When our eyes locked, his gaze was one of submission, adoration and joy. And even as that increased my hunger and desire to dominate him, it reminded me of the feeling I got when Alex controlled me.

It was need. It was excitement. It was worshipfulness. It filled my brain with dopamine and serotonin and caused my hole to pucker and my throat to open up and crave the feel of Alex’s cock inside it. It made my master’s objectification of my body cause me to feel valued and desirable and sexy. It made my heart race. I was a prize to be owned and controlled. The look on Alex’s face, which I could feel in my own expression, was somehow both predatory, like I was something irresistible to be devoured, and protective, like I was priceless and precious.

As I reached my hand down to place my palm against Armando’s balls, I realized suddenly, because of this control I had over this willing, eager slave boy, that being dominated was something I craved now. I had known it before, but not in such concise and accurate an expression. As I tilted my palm back and then quickly smacked Armando’s balls, rewarded with a yelp and by Armando biting his bottom lip and shutting his eyes for a second, I realized that the reason I wanted to suckle on Alex’s dick even when he wasn’t hard was because it made me feel owned. 

It was the same reason I wanted to hear him say “good boy” and feel his monster cock slamming rapidly into my hole or lodged down my throat. It’s why I wanted so badly to please him earlier that morning when he was throat training me. I smacked his balls again, this time a little harder, and he jerked and squirmed and yelped and moaned. Understanding what I felt when dominating Armando helped me understand what Alex felt when dominating me. The way he so obviously enjoyed having his body played with and used and abused was what made it so enjoyable to me, made the lust inside me continue to grow. And that just increased my desire to be on the receiving end of Alex’s domination, as soon as possible. 

The sticky, somewhat itchy feeling of Alex’s dried cum on my face felt good now. It was a reminder that I was a kept bitch. Keeping it there was just another way to show Alex how much I wanted him to own me and needed him to dominate me.

And looking down at Armando, I could see that as I grew hungrier and as my desire to use and abuse his body grew, his desire to submit and be used and abused grew proportionally. It was a chain reaction, a positive feedback loop. It made me forget the straining ache in my caged dick. 

I smacked his balls again, and again, and again, then when I grew bored of that grabbed him by the hair, pulled his face up to me, spat in it and shoved him back down.

“Such a good slut,” I said, our eyes locked, and the words felt so natural. The reaction playing across his face, one of lust, felt just as innate.

Now I reached down, grabbed him behind his knees and pushed his legs back, folding him in half and repositioning myself to dive down toward his hole. My tongue immediately went to work, lapping at the clean, fresh tasting pink puckered entry. It twitched against my tongue, which only pushed me to work him harder. I started nibbling at his cheeks between licks and pushing my tongue to try to breach the tight hole. Overcome, I sat back, stuck my index and middle finger into my mouth and then shoved them inside him.

Armando yelped and whined as I started fucking his hole with my fingers, using my free arm to keep his legs held back.

Looking in the sub’s face, I asked, “You like your pussy being played with, bitch?”

“Fuck yes,” he answered in a high pitched, whining tone. “FUCK yes, Sir.”

“Such a sexy little slave,” I said. “Born to submit. Born to be owned. Born to be an object. Born to be a possession. Used, enjoyed, treated like a toy.”

My words were just as much for me as for Armando. Hearing myself say them made me drive my fingers into him faster and harder and deeper. I leaned down, spat on his face again then licked my own saliva off before locking my lips to his, careful to keep my face from touching his too much so as to maintain the cum my master had given me to decorate my skin for the day. And that thought, of Alex as my master, only drove me further. He wanted me to play with this sub, so I would play with it (noting ever so briefly that as I had Armando here in this situation I was thinking of him as it) well.

Without stopping my finger fucking, I added my ring finger into the mix. It was dry, but his hole was wet enough from my rimming that the finger was slicked up as I pushed it in. Pulling my face back from his, I looked down at the helpless houseboy and soaked in the look of nirvana on his face. 

“Hold your own legs back and spread the wide,” I ordered, my tone a little harsher than I’d meant but apparently exciting to the slave.

He did as he was ordered and without fanfare I dove down onto this left nipple and bit down, not nearly hard enough to break skin but hard enough to make the Latino cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. I used my free hand to grab his other nipple with my thumb and index fingers and pinched and twisted as I started teasing his left tit with my tongue, still holding it with my teeth but not applying much pressure.

I realized as he squirmed and moaned that the sensation that had spread throughout my whole body was similar to an orgasm, but in some way better. It didn’t end. It kept going. It was the paradise of cum exploding from my dick without the sensation dying down when I’d shot my last volley of jizz. It was the same feeling as when Alex was playing with my body and fucking me. Suddenly I realized that the point of sex, at least for me, shouldn’t be an orgasm. It should be the emotions and sensations that led up to it.

Then something came over me suddenly. I yanked my fingers from his ass, released his nipples and sat up. My mood hadn’t changed, I was still in a dominant headspace and hungrier than ever to control and play with this sub. But the way I wanted to express that shifted drastically. He looked like a precious price and I wanted to saver him now.

I raised my fingers that had been inside Armando to his lips and he opened his mouth, licking at them as I went back to teasing his other nipples, this time gently, with my other hand. When he had cleaned the fingers that had just fucked him to my satisfaction, I pulled them out of the sub’s mouth and started stroking up and down its body, feeling its abs and pectoral muscles. I reached over and grabbed its arm, relishing the feel of its biceps and triceps, then started petting its face.

“So beautiful, it would be a shame for this to go unused,” I said. That got the sub breathing heavier and plunged me deeper into the dom headspace and thinking of it as an object instead of a person. I could feel its heart beating hard and fast throughout its whole body. “I’m gonna sit on your face.”

I stood on the bed and positioned my ass over the slave’s face (no longer Armando, no longer the houseboy, no longer he, the boy was now the sub or the slave or “it” to me) and lowered myself down. I put most of my pressure on my knees and leaned back, putting my hole right against its mouth, and its tongue started licking away.

I want back to play with the sub’s nipples, feeling its soft moans reverberate into my hole. Its tongue and the vibrations of its voice gave me goosebumps and made the little hairs on my arms and legs stand at attention. Now I was breathing heavily, audibly. 

I wasn’t thinking about anything I was doing anymore. I was just letting my actions come out of instinct and want. Adjusting my body so my hole stayed against the sub’s lips, I leaked down and put my face close enough to its locked dick I could smell the pheromones of horny man, musky but not offensive. I looked at how its locked dick was straining against the cage, the part of it behind the balls and outside the confines of the prison hard as steel but most of it smashed into the plastic encasement, soft. The balls were drawn up tight. I reached my hand up and grabbed those balls, pulling gently to draw them away from its body. I squeezed a little, earning louder moans and stronger vocal vibrations against my hole, and kept the pressure as I slowly licked up and down and around his sack and between the sub’s legs and over its taint.

Vaguely aware that time was passing, I licked and sucked and nibbled the whole area for a few more minutes, reaching down with my free hand to caress and gently press against the sub’s hole, then pulled my head up, stuck as much of my tongue into the cage around its dick to clean the precum, then looked at the alarm clock and saw I had five more minutes to play with my fellow, but lower in stature, slave. Without speaking, I sat up, lifted my ass off the slave’s face and turned around, placing my tight ball’s gently on its lips and starting to pet its hair with one hand and gently tweak its nipples, alternating back and forth, with the other as the sub licked my sack.

I wasn’t surprised when right at 3:30 p.m., right at the max time, everything in my mood changed. One minute before my max time, I pulled my now soaked balls off the sub’s face and scooted down, pushing its legs back and putting my locked dick in its crack, the tip of the metal cage in contact with the slave hole, and leaned down to kiss it. I kissed the Latino slave deeply, pushing my tongue into its mouth. And when I cracked open an eye to check the time, I saw the numbers change from 3:29 to 3:30.

Maybe it was because Alex gave me an order to go for up to an hour and a half — That seemed to the most plausible explanation — but the moment that clock changed I sat up, got off Armando and looked him in the eye, smiling. There was a sort of afterglow coursing through my veins, but all at once my dominant headspace evaporated. Armando was Armando again. He was he, not it. I looked down at him and smiled. 

I saw in his expression, one of rapture and submission and ecstasy, what I felt in myself when submitting to Alex. The feelings he displayed, still caught in the sensations and headspace of being a used toy, an object, were as clear as written words. There was fulfillment in submission. It was exciting. Even to him, with more experience as a sub than me, there was something taboo and adventurous. There was admiration and adoration and respect. And I knew that when I looked at Alex, though I was at this point certain most of it was hormones and infatuation brought on by them, there was something deeper. Something that was close to, even if not exactly, love.

As Armando came down from the high of submission he smiled back, his perfectly straight, white teeth catching my eye.

“That was fun,” I said.

“Yeah, it was,” Armando replied, beaming up at me, then added, “Sir.”

Writer's note: Sorry for the delay! Like I've warned before, some chapters of this story will be slow to come as my life goes through the phases of being busy and having time to write. I hope you've enjoyed this installment, and also genuinely hope some of you will send or comment suggestions for Asianwashing I can use in future chapters.