Im No Man Im Her Asian Bitchboy Ch 02

The story so far: Anne is a beautiful and charismatic white woman living with her short, weak and submissive Asian boyfriend. Anne treats him as her "her cute Asian bimbo fucktoy."

After he cums without properly asking for Anne's permission, Anne decides corrective measures are needed to remind him that he is no real man and that his role in life is to get fucked.

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Chapter 2 is here! thanks to all that provided feedback and love.

I'm trying to write fiction that combines somewhat rounded, believable characters while still retaining a high ratio of smut per paragraph :)

I would be grateful for constructive feedback and criticism. The more I know you like, the more I am motivated to write!

Trigger warning: raceplay (Caucasian woman on Asian man).

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The morning after Anne communicated to my what my punishment was. She was in bed, sipping on the coffee I just brought to her. As per our morning ritual, I was sitting on my heels next to her bed, waiting for orders. I should say that punishment is perhaps not the right term for what I was expected to face. Anne called it "consequences and corrective measures". Anne is very serious about taking care of me. She manages my behavioural issues in a very methodical and considerate manner. Bad behavior leads to "consequences". These may sometimes involve a type of physical punishment, but even in those case Anne choses punishments that are closely tied to the specifics of my misgivings. Corrective measures, on the other hand, are meant to stop the same behavior issue presenting itself in the future.

Anne finished her coffee and laid the cup on her bedside table. She turned her body and sit up, her legs hanging from the side of the bed.

"Look up," she said. "You know you really disappointed me yesterday, don't you?"

"Yes miss," I said with a whisper of a voice.

"Now, I'm sure you understand you have to face the consequences of your behavior."

"Yes miss, I'm sorry miss, I'm ready to face the consequences."

Anne pointed to her feet. On cue, I bowed to the ground and immediately started kissing them.

"And I will put corrective measures in place to make sure we won't have the same problem again. Because we don't want to have the same problem again, don't we?"

"Yes miss," I said. I kept on kissing her feet passionately. The fact that Anne was enabling me to show her my devotion was making me hope she wasn't angry anymore with me.

"The way I see it, there are two problems. One is that you forgot who you are. You forgot you are not a man. You forgot you are a bitchboy. Why is it that you're not a man?"

"Because my dick is small and useless miss. Because I'm a little fag. Because I like it up the ass."

"Very good," she said, her foot stroking my head. "And what is your role in life?"

"To be fucked miss. To be fucked like a bitch."

"That is correct. I think you forgot that. I think you're starting to think you're some big strong man that goes around fucking chicks. But that's not who you are. Isn't that so?"

"Yes miss I'm sorry, you are right my role is to be fucked."

Anne's foot hit me sharply on the cheek.

"I know very well I am right, you don't need to tell me," said Anne. "To remind yourself of your role in life, and as a consequence of your actions, you will have to choke on it."

"..but miss! please!" I couldn't help crying.

"Miss what? What?" said Anne, now visibly angry. "What do you have to say?"

"Nothing miss." I said lowering my eyes to the ground.

"I thought so. And what do I expect when I fuck you?"

"Service with a smile," I replied, my heart sinking. I knew what 'choking on it' meant and I didn't look forward to it.

"That's right. You're dismissed now. Get ready to choke on it."

"Yes miss, thank you miss." I bowed to her feet and kissed them one last time, as per ritual, and left the room.

Less than one hour later, I was summoned to Anne's room. With a nod of the head, Anne directed me towards one of the corners of the room. I obediently knelt down. Anne was in front of me, wearing her biggest strapon. I could see another large, life-like dildo laying on her bed. She was skinny black jeans and a white tank top. I was of course naked and I had already inserted a plug in my ass to keep it ready for Anne's dick. 'Choking on it' was a very hard punishment for me. It involved repeated forced deepthroating of huge dicks before being fucked in the ass. Anne started by slapping my face with her dick.

"Now. What does a bitch say?"

"Please let me suck you dick." Inside me I was panicking, resenting the moment the relentless throat fucking was going to start. Still, I managed to maintain a polite smile and a demure tone in my voice. That was the 'service with a smile' Anne expected from me as her Asian whore.

"That's good. Will you suck it well?"

"Yes miss I'll choke on it, I'll suck it so deep!"

"Good. Let's start then." Anne put her hands on either side of my head and forcefully directed my mouth to her strapon cock. She forced her dick as deep as she could down my throat, all the while holding my head in position. As it always happens, I immediately started choking and gagging on it. Anne pulled her dick back just enough to let me catch a breath and then stuffed it down my throat again, pumping her hips back and forth to fuck my throat. "Take it all. All. Good boy". After another repetition I was slobbering uncontrollably. When deepthroating, Anne wanted me in a corner. This is so that, despite uncontrollable spasms, I couldn't pull away. A few hard smacks to the face also helped me to be compliant. As it often happens, I started sobbing and crying. Anne noticed it and laughed. "Don't think that because you're crying like a bitch I'm going to be any gentler. Bitches have to get fucked."

Anne's throatfucking was brutal. I was continuously gagging and gasping for air. As the fucking proceeded, she further leant towards me, my head now lodged between two walls. I felt tears running down my cheeks, mixing with the saliva that by now was covering my face. After what felt an eternity, Anne paused. Her dick was still lodged deep in my throat.

"Good boy. What do we say when we choke on it?"

"OUanku ouiss," I managed to utter.

"Very good. Now what do you think it is going to happen?"

"Ou uuck ue in oue ouass oiss."

"Very good. How do you like that?"

"Oe ouike ouery uoach oiss."

"Now listen to me very clearly. The moment I remove this dick from your mouth you have to run -run!- to the bed. You will remove your buttplug and put in on the towel that is on the floor. You will place a pillow under your belly. You will grab the dick that is on the bed and start fucking your throat with it. I want to hear gagging. Is this clear?"

"Ouess ouiss."

"Good," she said and removed her dick.

I barely took a breath and scrambled to get to the bed, terrorized of the consequences of an unsatisfactory level of service. Thirty seconds later I was lying down and I was gagging myself with the other dildo.

Behind me I could hear Anne stretching herself. I heard her giggle with pleasure at the show I was putting on, my ass in the air, forcefully fucking my face with a dildo. She eventually moved to the bad. She straddled me and with no further ado she entered my asshole with her dick. She then proceeded to lay flat on top of me, pushing her dick deep into my ass.

"Oooh that is comfortable isn't it?" asked Anne, smirking.

You should know that Anne is a good 15cm taller than me. Her hands are bigger than mine. Her feet are bigger than mine. She weighs more than me. When she lays on top of me I can feel her weight pushing me down and effectively immobilizing me. She exercises frequently. She has powerful thighs, shoulder, back muscles, all things that she puts to good use to fuck me.

Still laying flat on top of me, Anne started to thrust her dick in and out of me. She wrapped her arms around my head and used one to keep the dildo in my mouth. She was arching her back, moving her ass up high before rhythmically slamming it deep into my ass. Despite the dildo ick in my mouth, I couldn't help crying out every time I felt her strap-on fully penetrating me. This was purely a punishment fucking - no warm up, no change of tempo, just hard hit after hard hit. Anne was definitely putting in the hard work to discipline me with her dick. I don't know how long it went on for. I know that after one final powerful thrust, without uttering a word, Anne sharply pulled on my hair to lift my head up from the mattress. Her dick still wedged inside me, I let the other dick fall from my mouth and obediently assumed a doggy style position. The fucking so far had consisted of slow and deep thrusts. In the new position, Anne started to fuck me hard and fast. To keep me close to her, she had one arm pulling my hair and the other one wrapped around my neck. My neck, like all other things about me, is small and she can exert a powerful hold on it with her hand.

As she was fucking me, Anne asked me:

"What is your role?"

"To be fucked! Miss," I said, gasping for air.

"Say it again."

"My role is to be fucked miss!!"

"What are you? What are you?"

"I'm a bitchboy! I'm a fucktoy!"

Anne took a break to slap my ass hard.

"Damn right you are! Don't you ever forget! Now ride my dick bitchboy!"

When Anne was satisfied the message had been driven home, she announced the fucking was over. She untied the straps of the strapon and tied them around my legs, as to keep the dick inside me.

"Very well. Now you have 30 minutes to think about what you have done. After that you can remove the dick from your ass and clean the room."

Anne was by now also out of breath.

"Yes miss" I said, exhausted and ready to collapse on the bed. My head was spinning, my ass was hurting but my whole body felt like I had been through a beating.

The punishment was over and I couldn't help but feel like small and weak. Anne was right, I was no man, just her Asian bitchboy and I better be respectful and modest unless I wanted to face the consequences. Despite being exhausted and in pain, I felt a great joy in my heart. As the punishment was concluded, things were back to normal. I now could now once again show my love, obedience and devotion to Anne and expect to feel her affection in return.