I resent the social stereotype that Asians are less of men, and I hold my head high. But deep down, I know it's all true, as I fit the stereotype perfectly. I kick myself for cowarding in front of a confident man, but at the same time, I can't help fantasizing being dominated by him and put to my place. I fantasize that he will see through my mind and play me mentally. He'll take his time to tear my proud facet piece by piece, make me fidget as I gradually lose the battle of defending my self-perceived equality, not knowing if I should run away and keep what's left of my self respect, or stay for the next blow that both scares and excites me. Once he destroys my mental cover and expose the weak Asian inside, he'll force me to remove my physical cover and expose the ultimate source of the inferiority. He'll then put me through full display and maximal humiliation to destroy any hope of perserving the dignity of a man. He'll watch me torn between the shame of losing my manliness and the simultaneous sexual fulfillment, and sneer at how turned on I am from carrying out my own humiliation. To make me understand what takes to be a real man, he'll show me the strength of his muscles and what a real man's dick can do. Ultimately, as he fucks me into climax, he'll make me admit, loud and clear, that I am less of a man, and a submissive Asian pussy lusting to be taken by a real man.
I'm still holding my head high. But you know and I know that it's a losing battle and it's only a matter of time. Is it time? Is it you?