My name is Liu Yujie and I am a sex slave. I was smuggled to the United States to work as a prostitute and after working for the snakeheads for five years, at the age of 25, I was freed. And this is a picture of me now.
However I still long to be controlled, to go back to the good old days when I knelt naked in a dilapidated warehouse as a group of gangsters beat me with sticks and burned my flesh with cigarettes. The mere thoughts of it make me horny. The thoughts of having to sell my body to total strangers. I want to find a master who can dominate me and who will abuse me and beat me the way I remembered. So I set up an account at collarme.com and my handle on that site is worthlesschink. I found a very demanding master here in Kansas and I had been regularly gang-banged, not only by people, but also beasts of burden, e.g. horses, dogs, and sometimes hogs. He kept me for two years and have now sold me to where I was originally from, Australia, to a Master here to join with several other asian slaves. And this is the diary I kept
June 2007 - 2008
When I was little, my parents and I were smuggled to Malaysia, where my parents worked in a Chinese restaurant and because my parents wanted me to excel at academics, I was enrolled in a private traditional Chinese school. But I was a really bad student; everytime i got a bad score on a test the chinese teacher would strip me naked, and make me kneel in a corner as she proceeded with her class and in front of all the students, boys and girls, which they say is a not a traditional Chinese punishment because a traditional Chinese punishment involves sticking bamboo sticks under my fingernails. After class she would spank me with a ruler until my buttocks turned bright pink. After two years my parents smuggled me to Australia, alone, where i attended a boarding school. I thought life would become better because Australia is a western country. It turned out there are many Chinese in Australia too, and they along with white students could abuse me together. Sometimes I was forced to give them massages all night long; they would stick crumpled paper, hair clippers, and other objects inside my pussy. They made me have sex with male students, forced me to write confessions, which summarizes how that I am a slut. They would threaten me to send me back to China where more tortures awaited me. I remember being made to drink other student's urine in a men's bathroom and afterward being kicked and punched by a group of white girls and left handcupped on the urinal. After five years i was finally smuggled to America where I worked off my debt as a prostitute in Chinatown for the snakehead. During the Clinton administrion I was pardoned and became a permanent resident.
I am currently working as a live-in housemaid for a Christian couple, Mr. Louis and wife, and his two boys, in Manhattan and I am also a part time student in a community college studying ESL. Mr. Louis is not only a pastor at a church in Manhattan, but also works at a software company. He is a boss of some sort since he doesn't have to leave for work until 10 in the morning, and sometimes he doesn't go to work at all. I have only seen his wife once or twice and she supposed have to travel alot for business reasons, the truth of which I cannot attest to. I wonder if they are really still married. His two teenage boys are in some private Christian high school. They are both tall and have blond hair like their fathers. I met Mr. Louis at a church event and I told him about my situation after I was just released from the snakehead and he sympathized so much with me that he offered this job. Every morning at 6:30 I woke up his two sons, Charles and Michael, make breakfest for them, and after they are gone, I walk the dog, a big greyhound. At about 9:30 I wake up Mr. Louis and make breakfest for him. For the remainder of the day I clean the house, which is actually quite easy compared to what I used to do. It all sounds pretty easy.
Today is my first day at work. I woke at 5:30, went downstairs and cooked breakfest for the two sons. At 6:25 I knocked on the door of Michael. No one answered. I pushed the door and walked inside. I gentlely called out Michael for him to wake up. He jumped out of the bed naked. I am used to seeing naked man before, but I still couldn't help notice his well endowed shaft dangling between his legs. He noticed that I was looking at it and smiled. I turned my head around and said that I have prepared breakfest downstairs and left his room. I stand at only 5 feet 2, and he is already over 6 feet. I felt so small and vulnerable in front of him.
At about 4 pm the boys came home. I stood in front of the door and welcomed them inside. Charles, the bigger brother, clasped his hand on my head and told me to fetch some drinks and snack for both of them they went and watched TV. Their dirty shoes stepped over the clean floor I just mopped today. Because their dad isn't home yet, apparently they think it's ok to watch some porno before he came back. I didn't really care for it. I have seen worse. Boys will be boys. Charles told me to stand right in front of the door of the living room in case they need me to fetch something, drinks or snacks.
At about 5 Mr. Louis came home and we started eating dinner. After dinner we all sat around and read the Bible. It was very exhausting and boring. Mr. Louis told me that as a rule of his house we each must pray before we go to bed and read one more page from the Bible before we go to sleep.
I forgot to pray before I went to bed last night. At dinner Mr. Louis asked me and the boys whether we have prayed and what did we pray for. I was blushing red when it's my turn. Mr. Louis told me that I cannot lie no matter what. If I were ever to lie, I would have gone back to the old days of being a chink. Only a chink would lie. A Christian would never lie. So I told him the truth. I told him that I did not pray last night. I can feel his glare at me even though I lowered my head and was looking at my legs.
I was punished for my intransigence. Mr. Louis made me kneel in the corner of the living room the entire night.
In the morning Mr. Louis came in and explained his rules to me and said that I need to memorize it by tonight. He handed me a hand written note:
Dear worthless chink:
Despite your natural inferiority and worthlessness, the Lord has shown His mercy on you. The Lord accepts even chinks and niggers for he is the One and Only Lord. You, on the other hand, must now show that you are worthy, for you are worthless, but through the grace of God you are made worthy.
Rule 1: refer to Me, Mr. Louis as Master Louis and my boys as Sir.
Rule 2: Kneel in front of the door minutes before Me and my boys come home. Never make us wait for you in front of the door.
Rule 3: When at dinner, stand next to the table and be ready to serve drinks and napkins.
Rule 4: When asked to do something, do not hesitate and obey the commands of both Me and my boys
You must obey the rules of this house and if you disobey I reserve the right to punish you in any way I wish. Understand that you are a worthless chink and that you are inferior to us.
I memorized every rule and this afternoon I knelt in front of the door before the boys came back in. At 3:30, the door bolt turned. And my heart jumped as I saw about five teenage boys came through the door. I never thought people other than the three, Master Louis and his boys, would see me. Charles even was talking to his friends, "check this out. My dad brought this chinese slave to serve us. She used to be a whore. Strip naked now bitch." My head felt a little light, but I did as I was told. The boys with their eyes round and leering of lust, circled around me. I thought they would want to have sex with me. I am fine with that. I am used to being that. But it turns out they are not really interested in that. They are forbidden to have sex with a female of inferior race. They beat me instead. They took turns whipping me with belts and burning my hair and pubic hair with cigarette lighter. And then they pissed on me and tied me up in the back yard and then took turns beating me with a yardstick. The sun was setting and it must have been about two hours. I was struggling with the pain that I barely noticed time. But apparently their dad must have come home now.
