u/B1ngoFlam1ngo

You’re a complicated one, no doubt about it. Your kinks are unique and rarefied. It takes a very specific sort of narrative to get you off properly. You’re sophisticated. . . perhaps a bit too much so for your own good.

Going way back, your favorite fantasies, the ones that got you off hardest, were about you being degraded. Abused, humiliated, raped. Treated as a slave, as an animal, as a thing. All the things that an educated feminist such as yourself had been taught to despise, these made you scream like a banshee as you came. Shameful, really.

Occasionally, you had fantasies about being worshipped as a goddess, men groveling at your feet, competing for your attention. Your slightest wish their fervent command. But even these degenerated eventually into you being used sexually. A pagan fertility goddess, a temple whore, a prized concubine. . . never in a position to say no.

Apparently, in your head. . . your perverted, broken, porn-addled head. . . you don’t see a difference between being worshipped and being degraded. Between being venerated and violated.

Are you a Madonna? A whore? Some depraved third thing that doesn’t have a name?

Does it matter, as you rest on all fours, a cock in every hole and begging for more. . . ?

Like I say, you’re complicated. But it doesn’t matter. Don’t even think about it.

Just let me worship you. . .

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Let’s chat about these unwholesome urges of yours, sweetie.

Let’s be real here: for you, it’s not “play”. After all, as a smart, professional desi woman, you’re very proud of your history and heritage.

A heritage that was built on a very rigid caste system. A meticulously crafted and carefully maintained system of better and worse, based on physical characteristics and lines of descent. In other words. . . racism.

Everyone knows their place, everyone knows who to bow to and who to look down on, Everybody knows who commands and who obeys. Everybody knows that the lighter the skin, the higher the caste.

Contact with the west did nothing to dispel these impulses. In fact, it probably just made it worse: when arrogant white men, with fair skin and overwhelming physical force marched in a invaded your continent. . . you, as a people, were ready to kneel. The white man stepped into your castle system like it was a tailor made suit. He took what was his.

He exploited your wealth, broke your pride and conquered your people. Especially the women. He turned haughty, high caste brahmins into kneeling whores and exotic fucktoys. To this day, you feel a natural deference to white men. A deep seated desire to please them.

So forget your feminism, forget your self respect. When you see a smirking white man looking you up and down like you’re a piece of meat, listen to that voice deep inside you. The voice that tells you what you are, that tells you where you belong.

The voice that tells you that this is not “play”.

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I’m looking for conversation more than role-play. So turn that seething anger of yours into words, and respond.

You would prefer not to think about it, I’d wager.

I mean, you’re a feminist! Educated, liberated, accomplished. Your whole life, your whole sense of self is centered around proving that you’re equal to any man. You fight for justice and equality and liberation.

You probably work as a lawyer or academic or something, and your specialization is women’s rights.

So when you see women being mistreated, and demeaned, and objectified. . . you get insanely wet. This is the part you don’t like to think about. Your shameful secret, your most guilty pleasure. You get off on misogyny. The rougher the better.

It’s easy enough to tell yourself that it’s only fantasy. You don’t really want to be raped and abused like the women in the porn you obsessively watch. No it’s just a release from the pressures of your life. Just a lark.

Unfortunately, it has to seem real for it to get you off. Your boyfriends have spanked you, your husband has talked dirty to you. . . and that’s all fun. But you need the real thing. A man who sees you as property, as an object to be used.

But you don’t want to encourage that! Misogyny is wrong! Terrible! Despicable!

So what can you do?

Well. . . you could talk to me for a bit. Am I misogynist? Am I a liberal guy who gets off on the kink? Do I myself even know what I am?

Contact me, sexy, and let’s find out. . . !

The gaze of the white man is cruel and possessive. What he sees he wants, and what he wants he takes.

He saw India, with its proud history and vibrant culture, and he wanted it. And so he took it.

Your land was conquered, your riches exploited, your women. . . taken. This is your history, much as you hate to admit it.

Oddly, you find a kind of pleasure in this. . . almost a kind of pride. To be treated as a prized possession, an object of fierce desire, a thing to be cherished. . .

Why, that gets your heart beating fast!

So when a white man looks you up and down, exploring your brown body with his eyes. . .

You almost take it as a compliment.

It is. As weird as that sounds, it is the highest of compliments.

So get on your knees and let me cherish you, sexy.

Many women have fantasies of rough sex, but you? You take things just a little bit farther, don’t you. Not just rough, but brutal. Savage. Dehumanizing. You have throbbing, desperate fantasies about the auction block.

Feminist though you are. . . educated and enlightened. . . the only thing that reliably gets you off is the thought of being treated as a slave, an object, a thing to be used. You yearn to become the property of a cruel man who sees you as little more than an animal.

Bought and sold to the highest bidder.

And here’s the worst part! When you’ve been prodded and inspected, and put on the block and the bids start pouring in. . . you get that little thrill of pleasure, little sting of shameful pride.

They want you. These cruel, leering men are clamoring to own you. Your tits, your ass, your cunt. . . treasures to be lusted after.

And the fact that you get a higher price than the other girls makes you drip with pleasure.

Because it’s only when the collar snaps around your neck with a satisfying “Click!”, and you’ve been stripped bare. . . of clothing, of principle, of every last shred of your self-respect. . .

That your true value is revealed.

You’re fucked in the head, sweetie. . . and we should definitely chat. . .

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Let's talk about things that shouldn’t be talked about ;-)

There must be a better use of your time.

You have so much going for you. Education, career, pride in your family and culture. You are living the progressive, feminist dream.

So why do you spend so much time masturbating to the thought of sucking white cock? Getting on your knees, spreading your legs, making yourself available to any white man who wants you.

In your life you're an intelligent Desi woman. . . in your dreams you're a cumslut for the white man.

You should know better.

But since you don't, you may as well tell me how much you want to suck my big white cock. . .

Such an offensive kink! Racism, misogyny, fetishization; a grab bag of indefensible urges.

And yet here I am, looking for an Asian woman to degrade and abuse.

And here you are. . . an intelligent, accomplished Asian woman who is proud of her heritage and protective of her pride. . . looking to be objectified and fetishized.

How odd!

And yet it makes sense. The physical differences between the white man and the Asian woman are so striking, so intriguing.

When you think of a white man looming over you, so much bigger and stronger than the Asian men you know, you can’t help but think about how if he decided to take you there is nothing you could do about it. He could so easily overpower you. Knowing he sees you as an exotic fucktoy.

The thought makes your heart pound and your breath quicker. And you realize that you would throw away your pride, your principles. . . everything. . . just to have him inside you.

It’s okay sweetie. I will treat you like a whore, like a slave. . . but I won’t tell anyone how much you loved it. . .

The gaze of the white man is cruel and possessive. What he sees he wants, and what he wants he takes.

He saw India, with its proud history and vibrant culture, and he wanted it. And so he took it.

Your land was conquered, your riches exploited, your women. . . taken. This is your history, much as you hate to admit it.

Oddly, you find a kind of pleasure in this. . . almost a kind of pride. To be treated as a prized possession, an object of fierce desire, a thing to be cherished. . .

Why, that gets your heart beating fast!

So when a white man looks you up and down, exploring your brown body with his eyes. . .

You almost take it as a compliment.

It is. As weird as that sounds, it is the highest of compliments.

So get on your knees and let me cherish you, sexy.

Feminism. Progressivism. "Wokism".

These are the principles that animate your life, that motivate and inspire you. You're a proud Asian woman, liberated and educated, and you demand the respect of your colleagues.

In a world that wants to debase you, that wants to treat you as an exotic fucktoy, you've found the courage to assert yourself and accomplish great things.

But you know what would be really courageous?

To admit that what you really want is to kneel before a white man in worshipful ecstasy. You want to be a fucktoy. You want to be a sucky-sucky whore.

When you masturbate, you don't think about advanced degrees and professional accomplishment. . . you think about sucking a thick white cock and swallowing every drop.

This is all very shocking and humiliating, and I'm sure you don't like to talk about it.

But I'm sure you have the courage to contact me, sweetie, and tell me what you really want. . .