I am a Chinese prostitute belonging to a Japanese master.  My master is a hot tempered man and I received daily beatings.  I am always on my knees and I am never allowed to stand before any of my superiors.  He called me his public toilet because I drink his piss every morning and in the evening he gave me beatings to keep me in line.    Sometimes he became very creative in punishing me as well.  Sometimes he tie me up side down with my legs over my head so both of my holes are completely exposed, and then through a open ended tube pour hot coffee into my vagina.  Sometimes he used a tube to enlarge my anus and pour hot coffee into my anus as well.  Sometimes my inside of anus and vagina became burned and he stick stubbed vibrators inside so the blisters were rubbed until I began to bleed profusely would he stop.  Sometimes he also like to play darts on my naked butts.  He and his friends would draw circles on my ass and then throws darts at me.

I was a student majoring in English and English translation in a college when I met my current Master.  Master was my boss while I was working at a a Japanese company in China.  I earned about eight dollars a week and if I was absent from work or late, my employer penalized me by subtracting a few cents or sometimes paying me nothing.  I would live in a boarding house costing a $1.50 a week, waking at 5 in the morning to start my ten-hour work day that ranged from answering telephones, arranging conference rooms to massaging my boss's feet and handing out towels to my superiors in Men's restroom.  It was very exhausting work, but the pay was good.  Sometimes people harrassed me at work, but I bore it because I know if I became fired, I will have no opportunity at such good company any more.  Sometimes superiors ridiculed and teased me, especially when I am handing out cleaning towels in front of Men's room.  I felt degraded and dehumanized.  They called me a little chinese whore and pretended to offer me money to have sex with them.  I just smiled at them pretending not to know what they are talking about and continue to do my work.

After about a month I have proved my trustworthiness and diligence I began to take on more and more tasks and assigned to more works also.  Every night I started to accompany my boss to dinner and night clubs to entertain his business clients.  He also began to shower me with jewelry, fancy meals at Western restaurants and luxury cars; I was swooned by his charm and started to let him have his way with me.  I was completely in love with him that I did everything he asked me.  He especialy enjoyed my firm breasts and would bite them frequently.  Sometimes he would ask me to bare my chest in his office and play with my tits

when he is on the phone with business clients.  I would demur and stand by his desk with my bare chest and my hands behind my back.  Sometimes I felt ashamed and would lower my head or look away.  He told me to call him Master from then on and refer to myself as his domestic pet.

He also enjoyed taking pictures of me.  After he shot his cum onto my face, he would take out his phone and take pictures of my face.  He promised me that he will only keep it to himself.

I started to sense that he was going a little too far.  There were a bunch of very important Japanese clients coming over for a business conference and I was ordered to be their service girl during dinner.  At first I thought I would just be serving them food, but it turned out to be more than that.  He asked me to come in to serve them food while completely naked.  At the time I was not only shocked but humiliated beyond words could describe.  Though I have always had fantasies in which I would be sexually humiliated and raped, but reality hit me harder than I could have ever imagined.  My face was completely red and my legs began to shake.  I thought he had no right to do it, but he casually said that this is a very common practice in Japan and he chose me in stead of other Chinese girls because he trusted me.  Those were very high class businessmen and that my company absolutely cannot afford to lose them, so I obliged.  I took my clothes off in front of total strangers for him.  I stood inside the large air conditioned conference room completely naked while all the men had full black suits on and started to serve them food.  I took the wine bottle in my hand and poured into their cups while they ate and chat.  It was extremely humiliating and the men seemed to enjoy seeing me being humiliated.  Furthermore they would intentionally say lewd comment about me while my future husband would just laugh and chat as if nothing inappropriate was said.  They would chat about my body, my skills in bed and ask my boss about the difference between having sex with Chinese girls and Japanese girls.  As I heard those comments my stomach was

churning and I had to squeeze my eyes very hard from crying.  My head was in a daze and felt I was about to pass out; my heart was pounding so fast it was going to pop out of my chest.  When I approached a particularly heavy set Japanese man, He just laughed as he probed my tight little asshole.  Then he pulled his finger out and began to play with my cunt. He ran his fingers around my swollen lips and then up to my clit. He pinched the little bud between his fingers and rubbed it.  Then he stuck his chopsticks into my cunt.  He did it very forcefully. I tried to react but the chopsticks was already inside me when

I tried to fend off his big round hands.  I felt a vicious sting in my lower body and saw the end of the chopsticks sticking out of my vagina and I shrilled in pain and humiliation.  Everyone around the table just laughed.  Not only that, but I was ordered to apologise to the man for screaming and as a punishment I must keep the chopsticks inside my vagina and continue to serve

guests.  As I walked around the table I was forced to take small steps so the chopsticks didn't fall out of my vagina.  I kept my toes and my feet very close together when I walked around.  After the dinner when finally everyone left I collapsed on the floor and started to sob very loud.  I felt betrayed and dirty.

Later that night I was forced to serve as a prostitute to those Japanese clients along with numerous other Chinese girls.  We were stripped, and told to stand in a straight line so the men can examine each of us.  They took out their cameras and took pictures of us as well.  We were told to spread our legs, bend over and crawl to put on a show for them.  They put dog collars on us as well, and walked around the room while we crawled on all fours.  After having to crawl and pretending to be a dog for over several hours, two men led me to a private room and raped me.  They spread my legs over my head and brutally penetrated me with their penises.  I was in a continued daze I couldn't remember much of what happened later, until I woke up the next morning and found myself covered in semen, and there was even semen leaking out of my vagina as well.

Afterward I would frequently serve as a prostitute to clients.  Usually after dinner my Master would order me to go to a luxury hotel and wait for them to fuck me.  Usually it was a very large room, and there were about 20 different Chinese girls.  All of them were college students or secretaries and we would all be completely naked and stand in a straight line in the lobby, waiting for the businessmen to pick us.  A bunch of them would come by and walk around us, touch our breasts and squeeze our ass and then if they like me they would take me inside and fuck me.

One evening I was ordered to go to a 6 star hotel nearby and as usual I was told clients will come in later to entertain.  I arrived at the lobby and saw over 50 chinese girls already standing there completely naked, in a straight line, all of them so pretty and their breasts were so firm.  I flushed a little and felt maybe today I wasn't going to be picked.  But as Master ordered me, I still took all my clothes off and lined up next to them.  About an hour passed by and no one showed up.  We thought maybe they weren't coming, but then all of a sudden a bunch of chinese police showed up, there were at least a hundred of them.  We tried to run but were surrounded.  One of them grabbed my arm and punched me in the stomach and said "shameless whore".  Then he handcuffed my hands behind my back and started to kick me to the ground.  All of us were all caught now.  We did not expect any of this and were all shocked and didn't know what to do, or what was going to happen to us.  We were so vulnerable.  Our clothes, our bags were all deposited in a locker and we couldn't get them now.  The girl next to me tried to resist the police and she slapped the police man across the face.  Then three police came up and threw her to the ground and stamped on her chest.  Two of them carried her legs wide open and another kicked his boot on her vagina.  Then they handcuffed both her hands and her ankles together so she was hogtied and took turns kicking her until her body was all black and purple.  They warned us any of us tried to resist would be treated like her.  We were all handcuffed and told to kneel on the floor with our faces facing the wall. A policeman stood by each of us.  Then the hotel manager came over with all our belongings.  All of our clothes and handbags and shoes were all dumped on the ground as several policemen scrambled all over them.  They took out our Chinese ID cards which have pictures of our faces on them and started to match us with the ID Cards.  They yanked our heads and put the ID cards next to our face.  Whenever they got a match, they would tell the girl to stand up and she will be lead out of the hallway.  After about 20 minutes, they found my ID card and matched my face.  Our Chinese ID cards all had rectangular holes through them. A policeman took out a crocdile clip, attached the rear tip through the rectangular hole of the ID and then clipped its other end, the tapered, serrated jaw side onto my left nipple and pushed me out onto the hallway.  I grimaced in pain as I was lead into the concierge.  All the Chinese girls were standing naked in the concierge, and all of them had crocodile clips attached to their breasts with their ID.  Some of them had complained loudly how painful it was.  The policeman came over to them, took the clips off their nipples, and reattached the crocodile clips to the lips of their cunts.  Then they started to take pictures of us with our ID attached to our nipples.  Full frontal, side, face, and full body, full back.  There were a lot of people and gawkers in the hallway and outside the hotel concierge.  A lot of them were also taking pictures and even filming us.  After they took all of our pictures, we were led out of the hotel. Completely naked.  There were so many people crowded all around us looking at us.  We tried to lower our heads and cover our faces.  Then one policeman punched my right breast and told me to "raise your head so everyone can see your face!  You shameless whore!"   We were loaded onto two police trucks.  We were loaded onto the cabins of the two trucks, and the cabins had no cover.  We all crouched down as much as possible to avoid people seeing us.  

After we got to the police station, we were allowed to make calls to relatives or friends to bail us out.  I called my Master and he said he will bail me out.  Those who didn't have the money were thrown in jail.  For the first time I saw people being tortured.  A girl who tried to resist the police was strapped on a rack and the police bludgeoned her with truncheons, burned her body with cigarettes, and the most scariest of all, a police man used a fruit knife to slowly peel off a layer of her skin off her back and rubbed salt water into her open wounds and then poured hot water on her back.  The piercing scream filled the entire building.   And from then on I became all the more determined to leave this country, even if it meant I had to be a prostitute.

I made the phone call to my boss, tearfully telling him that I have been caught by the police.  He promised me that his chauffeur would pick me up and pay for my bail money.  The other girls who cannot afford the bail money were all crying and begging the police.  I felt sorry for them.  I was the lucky one I guess.

After six months of training, I was hired by Master to work at his headquarter in Japan, where I served as his secretary and Chinese translator.  I was very happy because I would make a lot of more money.

Though Japan and China share many similar cultures, there were still many distinctions.  For example, Whenever in the presence of a male surperior, not only was I required to lower my head in sign of reverence, but frequently I was ordered to kneel and lie prostrate on the ground to show my inferiority.  Whenever I made a small mistake, or I angered my superior in any way, I was expected to kneel on the ground and touch my forehead to the ground to ask for forgiveness.  Even when I was out in public places, like a restaurant, or on the street, I was required to kneel in front of total strangers.  I remember one time I accidentally spilled coffee on my superior's shirt, he started to yell at me and told me to kneel.  I hesitated because we were in a high class restaurant and I was dressed in Office Lady attires, and before I could react he slapped me hard across the face and my superior dragged me by my hair and pushed me to the ground.  I knelt and bowed my head on the floor and started to cry but was immediately told to stop crying or else he would give me a beating right in front of everyone.  I was left like that on the floor for the entire duration of the dinner while everyone else was eating and talking as if I wasn't there.  I was extremely humiliated.  It was my first time being punished by my superior in Japan.  After that instance I have to come to understand in Japanese corporate world, a woman is expected to be beaten regularly in order to reinforce discipline and proper behavior.  Over the years, however, I have come to be used to the rigid treatment and the disciplined life style that Japan has to offer.  I married my long time boss and he has become my Master.  Master spank me, whip me, and torture me in various ways, for smallest offences, and I took them with grace as a real Japanese woman would.  He loves bondage, and he could think of many creatives ways to tie me up, which I also enjoyed.  There was a special room in our house where the ceiling has a long frame that can be used to hang ropes.  Sometimes he would tie me up, suspend me from the frame on the ceiling and hit me with a taser.  It was very scary and several times I passed out. from the pain  After some time Master was becoming bored of me, and he decided to make me a prostitute.  At first I tried to protest, but after a severe beating I demurred to the idea eventually.  He took me to the red light district of Tokyo and took off all my clothes to make me stand in below zero temperature, then he wrote on my body, "Chinese prostitute first night free" and told me to stand there until someone came over.  I was standing in a quiet street and very few passerbys passed by, and I can saw from far away many Chinese prostitutes chattered and heard them speaking Chinese.  Occasionally a few people passed and they simply ignored me.  I was almost freezing before a police showed up and asked what I am doing.  My master called over the police from the van said that I am a Chinese prostitue.  And it's my first night so she is doing it for free.  Then the police nodded and walked away.  After almost an hour no one seemed to pass by and my Master became very angry with me.  He brought me back to the car and kicked me in the stomach.  He said he know a Japanese gangster gathering where they might be interested.  So we drove around several blocks until we reached an ancient Japanese that was supposedly their headquarter and he carried me completely naked inside.

They took turns raping me.  I felt dizzy and I can feel liquid being shot inside my vagina.  they used my anus as well.  I felt very painful.  It took several hours before everyone of them took turns raping me.  I was covered with cum, since none of them were using a condom.  Some had come into my mouth and I swallowed as much as I can, fearing that if I didn't they might beat me again.  Several times I felt I wanted to throw up, but contained myself.