Do you know that novel called "China Doll" by Lisa See? My fantasy is exactly the same, except that I'm not merely a doll, well, I'm more specifically a fuck doll, who exists solely for the pleasure of my white owner. I'm specifically made for white men and used by white men, and only by white men.

Like the great wolf that has been sexually selected to be the perfect companion for men and evolved to become docile, obedient, royal dogs, so I am sexually selected to be petite, small, weak, frail, elegant, sexy, and always horny for white men.

You know those dolls that you get at Walmart, that cost 99 cents and that are all Made in China?

You know that iphone you buy from the Apple store that costs 1000 dollars and the workers who make those only makes 10 dollars per phone they make?

Yes, I'm also that kind of doll. Cheap. Exchangeable. And made for fucking by your big white cock.

Is that a paradox? How could something that is so elegant and sexy and yet at the same time be so cheap and numerous? Think of your dogs and cats, and think of the 700 million abandoned cats and dogs that must be neutered or spayed and euthanized because they are overpopulating the earth and becoming invasive species everywhere they go, and you have your answer.

But this China fuck doll is even better than your cat or your dog. This China fuck doll is not a human being. You can literally do anything you wish to your China fuck doll, things that are too dark to write down, things that you could only read in history textbooks or in horror movies. There is no limit, absolutely no limit to whatever you wish to do to her. She exists solely for your pleasure, whether your pleasure be vanilla, kinky, sadistic, or purely evil. She can never say no. Her vocal chord has been removed.

She is your China fuck doll. She is the most perfectly trained, to be the most submissive, most obedient, without consciousness, without self volition, without free will, and yet she is still so human-like. Her skin feels so soft and real. Her pussy so fleshy and tight. Her mouth so delicate and her breasts so soft.

She sleeps where you tell her to, in your cage that you brought for her, on the floor next to your bed, or on the lawn in your backyard. She eats what you tell her to, your cum, your piss, your spit, and your excrement. She wears what you command her to, sexy lingerie, skirts without panties, bondage gears, Japanese hemp ropes, body suits made out of barb wires.

And yet she is the most perfect partner in public. She is smart, beautiful, voluptuous, and ladylike. And yet in private, she is used to indulge in your every depraved desire.

What's more? She only costs 99 cents. You can buy a hundred of them every month. And once you have played them so much that they become damaged, broken, and dismembered, you can buy another batch of them next month. Like live baby chicks that get shipped to your home via Post Office. This batch all froze to death during shipping, but don't worry, the company will give you a refund and send you another dozen.

Is it your fantasy, my lord?