My lower back was killing me and I couldn’t walk upright anymore. The guy at the hotel gave me the address of Lady Thai, a masseuse with healing powers. When I hunched into Her office She said: “Ah, it hurts back?” Three minutes later I was naked to the underwear and cuffed to a Andreas cross. Weird! But I was in so much pain, I was willing to try anything. She started whipping me, slowly at first but then faster and more vicious. I screamed my lungs out. She smiled the sweetest smile and said: “You like?” I told Her I didn’t, so She switched to one of the longest whips ever. That wasn’t what I meant, but She ducked away behind the language barrier and skinned me alive with that thing. “Now you cool, ok?” She threw three buckets of ice-cold water over me. And then, just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, She grabbed me by the balls and squeezed them into oranje juice. So when in pain, go to Thailand; these gorgeous Ladies will teach you a thing or two about suffering.
No, it’s not there, but it should be there: the perfect Chinese restaurant. Picture the scene: you’re still unowned, so Wip-Ling-Dic (or something like that) is the answer to all your submissive prayers. You go there at least once a week, because you’re always hungry for more. When it’s your turn you say: “Can I have a Fu-Yung-Hai and a whipping, please?” One of the Girls takes you downstairs where some of the most gorgeous Asian Ladies are waiting for you. Booted, leathered up, skilled, ruthless pearls of the Orient. They will greet, cuff and whip you to smithereens. No way in the world you’re gonna ask them to stop, because suffering for them is the ultimate reward. After the beating they’ll hand you your food and you disappear into the lazy Sunday afternoon. But you’ll be back, this was certainly not a Fu-Yung-Bye.
You know the story of Ulysses right? They had to tie him to his own enormous dick because he wanted to hear the irresistible Sirens. The freak. In a way Goddess Lana is one of those irresistible Sirens. She lures men to submissive shipwreck and imprisons them for life with Her dazzling beauty. It’s unavoidable really, because most of us don’t have an ancient mariner in the house to tie us down. So we’re fully exposed to Her beauty and watching one of Her movies for the first time is like sticking your dick in a shredder on your own free will. They don’t warn you for that, do they? They just want you to download the clip and they don’t care if you bounce up and down the room like a horny skippy ball. And did I mention Her smile? God, that smile! It has healing powers, I’m sure of it. That smile recharges your ass in seconds and you’re ready to go again. Miraculous, isn’t it? Well, that’s why She’s a Goddess you see.
Asian Ladies & Facesitting, that’s when Walhalla and Heaven get together for the party of the century. In that respect Facesitting Japan was a soaking wet dream come true. Unfortunately the site closed it doors a couple of years ago. One of her stars was the lovely and iconic Aya Nagashima. Almost the entire picture gallery below is dedicated to Her. She didn’t smother Her slaves into oblivion to punish them or anything, She used them as cushions and such. Functional Femdom, I would say. And I love that. As the great Jango Edwards once sang:
Life could be oh so sweet
if I was a bicycle seat
Ride, ride limbo treat
sit on me, I’m a bicycle seat
Whenever I see an Asian Lady the what if question pops up in my head. What if this Lady turns out to be one of these cruel and merciless Mistresses? She may look fragile, petit, innocent and harmless, but especially Asian looks can be deceiving. What if She’s one of these martial arts Girls? I’m a streetlamp compared to them, but some of these Ladies are so skilled; they could overpower me at will. What if She lures me into Her unescapable maze of beauty and wants me to surrender heart and soul to Her? Forget the question mark, because you can’t resist the irresistible. And yes indeed; what if She looks at me and wonders if I’m a slave? What if….what if…. that question spreads through my body like a submissive virus and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. All Asian Ladies are Magical Mystery Mistresses, that’s the long and the short of it.
In my teens I was convinced that I would submit my body and soul to an Asian Lady. But life’s a bloody bitch, we all know that, so since then I’ve met lots and lots of Ladies along the way, but never an Asian Mistress. Typical. On the other hand; maybe Fate is protecting me from making a complete fool of myself. Because being overwhelmed with feelings of praise and awe is one thing, but licking the Great Wall of China in gratitude is embarrassing. Besides; that’s quite a bit of wall and the Mistress will probably die of old age, long before I’ve finished the job. Still, Fate should mind his own business, because all I have to go by now is a lovely collection of Asian Femdom movies. But a movie is a far cry from reality, we all know that. So to me the Pearls of Orient are still as mysterious and captivating as ever.