Bringing home my white boyfriend to meet my Chinese parents would have been … problematic in the best of circumstances. The fact that he is older and hairy and super masculine made it many times worse.
This rough Man acting like He owns me wasn’t going over well at all. But He does own me, and the way we interact around one another makes it so obvious.
My parents have dreams of me being a renowned global economist, not a submissive boy to a white Master!
Instead of helping me win them over it’s as if He goes out of His way to make the point. We could have easily have gone one weekend without sex but nooo. He had to fuck me in my childhood bed so hard and deep that the bed nearly collapsed and I was walking uncomfortably the next morning, red faced and embarrassed. My parents were barely civil at breakfast and He didn’t seem to notice one bit. And fuck if that didn’t make me love Him even more.
After breakfast I subtly motioned Him upstairs. Once in my room, I dropped to my knees and kissed His bare feet. Oh, He liked that. A lot. He smiled when He fed me His cock and I greedily sucked Him until He gave me what I needed.
He is my Master. And that doesn’t change when we’re out of town. He owns and controls me and I worship Him with reverence, awe, and gratitude.
