My Chinese Mother’s Shameful Lust

The True Story of a Chinese Prostitute Smuggled to Japan to Workas a BDSM Masochist Slave in Kabukicho

1 ”My husband turned me into a whipping post.”


"Were your jap husband angry that you are a whore?"

"Yes, very much so."

"What did he do when he was angry?"

"He beat me."

"How did he beat you?"

"He tied me to a post and whipped me."

"Where did he whip your?"

"On my ass."

"Were you naked?"

"Yes."

"Hmmm, pitiful chink slave. Take my cock like a good slut. Yes, bitch! Yes."



This is the conversation I overheard in the massage parlor where my mother used to work, in Kabukichō, the red light district of Tokyo, which by then had become almost synonymous to Chinatown. Nearly all nightlife venues and entertainment establishments and even restaurants were filled by Chinese and Korean. The women worked as hostesses, waitresses, or prostitutes in bars and clubs while the men worked as coolies or chefs and butlers in restaurants and hotels.

"Ohh, you are so big."

"I typically don't fuck chink whores like you, you know. I only fuck pure bred Japanese women, but man, you look tasty! You pathetic whore. Tell me more about how your jap husband beat you. Does he beat your chink cunt with a stick?"

"Yes! Oh my god."

"Like this?"

"Yes."

The customer was a typical western sex tourist who had travelled to Japan to look for cheap sex.

"Did he call you a chink?"

"In Japanese, yes."

"What did he call you? How do you say chink in Japanese."

"He called me a shina pig."

"Oh yes, you nasty disgusting shina pig. Yes. Do you hate him?"

"Yes."

"Then why did you marry him?"

"I need the green card."

"Ha! You nasty whore. Cheap chink slut." He fucked my mother harder as he cursed at her and pinched her nipples, which made her grunt. I inched closer to the door and watched intently through the crack. The fact that my mother was being abused seethed me with an irrational anger. And the fact that it seemed to have aroused the guy more, as he thrust his massive cock inside my petite, frail, and yet inwardly strong, Chinese mother's vagina, made my blood boil. On the other hand, it also confused me at the time. How could the idea that my mother was constantly abused and mistreated, which had made her so pitiful, make her seem more sexy to the guy. It was not until years later when I read in Proust that the whole idea of woman is to make herself seem inferior to man and thereby more attractive did I come to a fruitful comprehension.



"Tell me more on how he beat you?"

"Who?"

"Your jap husband. Of course. Why, were you beaten by others?"

"Yes."

"Who? Your customers?"

"Sometimes."

"Tell me how your husband beat you first. So he tie you up and beat your chink ass. What else did he do?"

"He shoved a dildo up my ass as he beat me."

"O you sick little chink puppy! Did you enjoy it?"

"I don't know."

"Were you standing or sitting or lying down?"

"I was suspended. He shoved the dildo into my ass."

"Creative! I'm going to cum!" He ejaculated inside my Chinese mother as he said it. "You are my favorite little Chinese whore. I'm going to come to fuck you often, and next time you come, you better show me pictures of how your jap husband beat you, and of course, I will pay you more just to see you being beaten."



2 "They handcuffed me, put me in a cage like an a****l and didn't feed me for three days. Not even water. On the third day, dozens of men came in. The first guy came close to my cage, wiped out his dick and smeared honey on his penis ..."


Growing up, I had always felt ashamed of my Chinese mother, who, in the unkind and nasty wording of my classmates, was "a dirty chink whore, who sucked cocks for just a few dollars." I was often bullied and teased by my classmates, both in Japan and in America, but as I had become more mature, I actually became very fond of my mother, who taught me to enjoy the suffering, the pain, the torture that this merciless world relentlessly ravishes upon our flesh ...

My mother came from a small village in the province of Shandong, in northeast China. To this day, the village where my mother had come from is known as the "cancer village" due to industrial pollution that was dumped there from the bigger cities in China, such as Beijing. Most foreigners only see the glorious side of the China, the modern, hip, urbane and CLEAN side of the China that the government wants you to see, but beneath this facade lies a world much darker than your western imagination dares to attempt.

Coming from a poor peasant family with no prospect of ever sending her to school--because she's a girl, my mother was sent to work in the big cities of China from a very young age, and by connection of some middleman who promised that she would make big money overseas, she was smuggled to Japan to work in the adult entertainment industry. The smugglers mainly consisted of Chinese. The Chinese mafia was actually even more brutal than the Japanese mafia. The Japanese had rules, and were very strict in obeying their rules. The Chinese, on the other hand, was wild savages by comparison. The Chinese mafia never hesitated to main and mutilate the flesh of their fellow countrymen. There was a saying that rung very true, "Nobody hated the Chinese more than other Chinese."

The Japanese, on the other hand, was a much nicer people, to be honest.

For all the Chinese prostitutes who entered the "trade", there was an initiation ritual. They were all put inside a cage naked and given no food and water for three days. Then on the evening of the third day, men would come to their cages and smear honey on themselves. They smeared it on their penises, on their balls, and also on their ass cracks and the girls would be so hungry that they would slobber their mouths all over and lick everything clean. They would swallow those men's cum and afterward also drink those men's urine. And this would continue for weeks until those girls would automatically associate men's genitals with food. That was how those girls were trained to give blowjobs.

My mother was no different. I remember her telling me that ever since, whenever she saw men's dicks, her mouth watered, and she was unable to control herself. She also always swallowed her customer's cum afterward.

3 I once caught my Chinese mother masturbating inside her bedroom


My Chinese mother divorced my biological father, the allegedly abusive Japanese man she was coerced to marry, after she obtained permanent residency. Even though she tells everyone that my dad was abusive, sadistic and violent, I had nothing but fond memory of him, the little memory that I do have of him. But it's tough being a single mother, and when I wasn't staying at the massage parlor where she worked, I was at home alone, or when she worked from home, the exact nature of her work-from-home confounded me. And I distinctly remember, in quite a few instances when I came back from school, that there was a loud thumping noise, a mechanical noise, that was very strange, and that was accompanied by my mother's loud moaning. I was at my wit's end to figure out what was going on. And the door to her bedroom would be locked so I had no way to access. And when my mother did eventually come out of her bedroom, her face was flushed and she was beaming with happiness. Usually she was very sad. I had forgotten the number of times my mother cried in front of me, but whenever she emerged from that room, she seemed happy.

One time, school closed early, and I was home from school early, and once again, the same, weird mechanical noise emanated from my mother's bedroom, accompanied by her loud moaning. Except this time, the door wasn't locked. I inched closer to her room and saw my mother naked, on all fours, with a long stick going back and forth, in and out of her rear end. The sight terrified me and at the same time fascinated me. I was mesmerized by what I saw. I couldn't explain. The image was stuck in my head for days and all I could think of was the image of my Chinese mother naked doing strange things to herself.

I asked my mother what she was doing in her room with that scary, weird machine going in and out of her rear end, and she said: "Listen, my little girl, mommy is a woman, and a woman has her needs. She has this empty feeling inside her that can only be satisfied by having a long thick white stick inside her."

"Why is that? Why do you feel empty inside?"

"It's ... hard to explain. People just do. People need to feel alive, and the only way they could feel alive is having something inside. It doesn't have to be physical even. It could be incorporeal things like ideas, beliefs also, but everybody needs to be filled by something."

"Will I feel that way?"

"Yes you will one day, when you grow up to be a woman like mommy. All women do. To feel alive. All women experience that empty feeling inside them."

"I don't think I can understand."

"One day you will, dear. One day you too will yearn to be filled by something, and you will even be willing to beg for it, no matter how humiliating it might seem."

It was only many years later that I would understand that need to be filled, that urge to have something shoved up my Asian ass, like my mother did. It was a wonderful feeling, like your life has meaning now, like your existence has been proven to be real. It was the feeling of a white cock in my Asian ass.


4 "Teaching a lesson to some chink whore."


"Just beat the shit out of some chink whore for stealing my money. Now she's hanging by her wrists in my basement and pay the interest. And here's her little girl. She said she would do anything to spare her daughter."

Though I love my mother, I have to admit, she has many faults, like all tragic heroes. She is prone to immorality and seems to have no clear understanding of legality. She has a proclivity to stealing, and one time, after she served her customer in the massage parleur, she decided to steal that customer's wallet, and it turned out, that the man was a powerful boss of the yazuka, the underground mafia of Japan. A dozen Japanese men in black suits and wearing sunglasses rushed into our massage parlor. Me, my mom, and several other Chinese gals working in that massage parlor were all promptly rounded up, our backs against the wall. Then the man dragged my mother by the hair to the center of the room. He ordered her to strip naked an bend over the table. He gave her a severe whipping with a bamboo cane over her bare ass. She was in tears.

The whole thing would have been over had she not resisted. She became angry and tried to fight back. Fuming over her insouciance, she was dragged naked out to the lobby and stuffed into a white van. I cried out and followed my mom outside. I was crying and screaming and in order not to draw attention from the police, they put a duffel bag over my head and pushed into the white van as well.

She was gangbanged for over two days in the basement of the man's house, while I was locked in a cage upstairs.