Disclaimer: The following story contains themes related WMAF raceplay and slavery. If this offends you, do not read on. All content below is a fantasy.
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As I leaned back on the couch, catching my breath from the most intense, satisfying, and enjoyable sex I have had ever experienced, I looked down at the Asian slave I had just finished using. An hour ago she had been the picture of perfection. Hair and makeup impeccably done, every inch of her body had been flawless. Now she was a mess. Her hair was disheveled with some cum and spit mixed in, her face was covered in a mix of my seed, her spit, and running makeup, and her cheek still had a faint red hue from where I had slapped her. Not to mention her tits looked sore from me twisting them and her ass was a shade of reddish-purple from my spanking her while fucking her doggy style. And I am sure her asshole was sore from the surprise invasion by her new White Master's white dick.
As I caught my breath and my lust subsided, the blood was allowed to flow back from my erection to my brain, I thought about the question she just asked me. 'So.... do you still want to set me free, White Master?' The realization of what I just did started to hit me. Along with all the implications that came with it.
"You're a mess. Go look in the mirror at what a dirty asian slut you are, then go wash up and make yourself presentable." I commanded, partially to give her a chance to wash up and also because I needed to think.
What had I done? I had just fucked a sex slave. I mean sure... she seemed to love it. But she couldn't really consent, could she? And now what would happen if I let the women free? The police would find out that upon finding my grandfather's harem, instead of calling for help immediately, I proceeded to violate one of his slaves. At best, I would have to trust Stella not to tell anyone what had just happened. But surely the other girls would have heard Stella's high pitched shrieking. If one of them ratted me out, I would be finished.
And that didn't even scratch the surface in regards to the other two questions that I still was wrestling with: Should I set them free if they don't even want their freedom? And am I willing to give up what I just experienced?
Stella doesn't even want her freedom. Were the others in agreement? Maybe Asian women really are just naturally submissive to white men. Does that give me the right to own them? After being owned by a white man (now two white men), did they realize that deep down they prefer being inferior to their superior White Master? Stella sure seemed convincing.
Plus, I imagined having sex like that all day every day. I could explore any fetish I want, without worry of anyone finding out. Was doing the right thing worth giving that up? I needed to talk to Stella again. But this time, really talk. Not get... distracted... again.
Stella came back in the room about 20 minutes later. Still completely nude, but her face was once again dolled up with extra-Asian looking makeup and her silky black hair had been washed and restored to its original beauty.
"That was fast." I commented
"I wouldn't want to keep my White Master waiting. Would you like to use me again, White Master? Or should I fetch one of your other chink whores to serve you?" She responded.
"No, I want to talk to you. For real this time. So come here and keep your hands to yourself. That's an order."
"Of course, White Master." She said dutifully. When she approached me I expected her to sit on the couch next to me. But instead, she kneeled in front of me and bowed her head. I guess I wasn't specific enough, and given ambiguity she naturally chose the most submissive position she could. I thought about telling her to get up and sit on the sofa, but the image of a naked Asian woman kneeling before me made me feel like a king. Some powerful white conqueror of a foreign land.
"I want to ask you again. And I need you to be honest with me. Would you like your freedom. I can call the police right now and have all of you set free. My grandfather is dead. He cannot hurt you anymore. You can have your life back. Whatever life you had before you were enslaved." I looked down at her on her knees. She was still bowing but when I finished speaking, she looked up and looked into my eyes.
"Honestly, White Master?" She asked.
"Of course"
"If you were to call the police and set me free, as soon as they released me, I would come right back to this house. I would drop to my knees as I am doing now, and beg you to take me back as your slave. Being owned by a White God has been the best thing to ever happen to me. Why would I want to go back to my old life? What would I do? Find my loser gook husband and go back to having boring sex with his tiny rice-dick? Having sex with him was nothing but a chore. Getting raped by you is an absolute honor."
Again, her blatant racism against her own fellow Asians caught me off guard. But this time it wasn't just shock I felt. There was also a slight tinge of arousal.
"And outside of sex," she continued, "Why would I want to go back to the stress that comes with freedom. Everyday worrying about bills, rent, mortgages, work, taxes... It is exhausting. Before your grandfather claimed me as his property, I had no idea what I wanted from life. It was so stressful. Now I wake up everyday and my purpose is clear. Everything I do is to please my White Master. I don't have to make any decisions. Everything was decided for me by your grandfather. And now by you, White Master. Anything you desire, I will do everything in my power to make it happen."
"This is a lot for me to think about... I am going to need some time to consider it." I responded after she finished with her speech. "Please leave me alone for a while."
"Of course, White Master." Stella responded as obediently as ever. Then she stood, bowed her head to me respectfully, and retreated out of the room. I heard a door click, as she locked herself back in her room.
She seems so sure that she is happier as a slave than a free person. I thought back to my life just days ago. I never would have imagined that just 48 hours later, I would be a rich man sitting in a sex dungeon under my mansion contemplating whether or not keeping a woman as a slave was the right thing to do.
I leaned back on the couch. I don't know if it was the mental exhaustion from my moral conundrum or just that I always get tired after sex, but as I laid there replaying the events of that day, I slipped into a deep sleep.
I woke up from a deep sleep, confused as to where I was. It had all felt like a dream. Riches, Exotic Women, Power. But waking up back on the couch where I had just fucked my Asian slave's ass, it all seemed surreal.
Checking my watch, I saw I had been out for a couple hours. I guess if I was going to decide the fate of all 5 women down here, I would have to meet the other women and see what they think. I decided to let Stella choose who I talked to next. I went to the control panel on the wall, and summoned her back.
"Are you ready for round 2, White Master?" I heard as the naked beauty returned to my room. Honestly, I was tempted. Something about having sex with her was intoxicating. The power I felt just made it even more arousing.
"No, I figured I couldn't make this decision without talking to the other girls first as well. I called you in here because I wanted your advice on who to talk to next."
"Well, I am the oldest, and you seemed to enjoy my body. But I would suggest you try out your youngest slave, Winnie. Your grandfather found her quite... entertaining..." Stella said with a devious smirk. "I think you will enjoy her too, White Master."
"Very well, fetch her for me, then return to your room." I commanded. Stella did her usual Japanese-style bow, then left the room. As Stella went to fetch Winnie, I thought about how natural ordering Stella around was starting to feel. Maybe it was because she seemed so naturally submissive. But my thoughts were interrupted when Winnie entered the room.
Like Stella, she was completely naked from head to toe, and not a hair on her body. She was about 4 inches shorter than Stella. And Stella was already a whole head shorter than me. Unlike Stella's long straight black hair that fell down to the middle of her back, Winnie had shoulder length hair, that was slightly wavy. And Winnie's figure was slimmer than Stella's. If it hadn't been for Grandpa's description in his letter, I wouldn't have guessed this girl had finished high school.
"You summoned me, White Master?" She said in a high-pitch voice that sounded both innocent and shy. A sharp contrast from Stella's seductive and tempting voice.
