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I decided to start a series of short stories describing some of my personal experiences in the world of raceplay. 

Given the nature of the topic, I will use some strong and degrading terms. If that's not your jam, close this post and move on.

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H was a petite Chinese girl in her 30s.. very driven and very determined.

After completing her PhD in a scientific field she went into consulting and soon enough she was leading a small marketing group in a major company.

After few phone calls I was invited for an interview and I finally had the chance to meet her in person.. She was the classic business ch!nk: petite, flat chested but with a nice perky ass. Round glasses made her slant asian face look a bit silly but she had spent enough time in Europe to pick up some sense of style and she wore a very feminine yet professional outfit, a pencil skirt, heels and a very loose silk blouse.

Standing at 6ft 2" I was literally towering over her, so I made sure not to shake her hand too roughly, after all she seemed so fraile and petite.. and I didn't need to prove anything.

During the interview we immediately clicked, she liked my calm and relaxed demeanor, few jokes here and there, but still a lot of substance and domain knowledge. Half way through the interview our minds were "intellectually flirting" talking about TED talks and cultural diversity between Europe and the US (where she studied, and where I had worked)

Needless to say that few days later I received an offer.

I slotted into my new role quite quickly and H was very impressed with me. We had a great chemistry at work, and clearly there was an underlying sexual tension... but she was already living with her boyfriend and I had a girlfriend back home so neither of us really pushed for things to happen.. that is until she snapped on me, that's when everything changed!

Maybe she just had a bad day, maybe she was feeling insecure, maybe she felt threatened by how well I was doing and how I was taking the spotlight away from her.. whatever might have been, one day I made a small mistake and she snapped at me.

That's when my Dominant side woke up and I decided I was gonna make her my little cum-slut! I was going to make her addicted to my cock and make sure she begged for it.

I started very subtly.. complimenting her look just enough to seem genuine.. but also pointing out small details that I would change about her style, or even her work... Playing on that subtle line between positive reinforcement and planting the seed of doubt, playing on her natural insecurities (yes, she hid them very well but I know that almost all asians feel inferior to us Whites at work.. I know that all girls are worried about their looks, I know that all over-achievers are terrified by faliure)

Soon enough she was basically a puppet in my hands.. always asking for my opinion before any major decision, putting me on the driver's seat of strategic initiatives and praising my work with other colleagues.

I could see her starting to lust over me during meetings, admiring my calm yet Dominant way of handling things, almost jealous of how natural that was..

One day I walked into her office, smiled at her and calmly said: "H, you're going to San Francisco for that conference next month, right?.. I think I should come as well.. I wanna meet with few of the speakers and we could also find some time to wrap up that big project we keep postponing"

Her eyes lit up, she seemed mesmerized and the only thing she managed to say was a timid "Sure..."

For the next month I kept teasing her mind and her body.. whenever possible I would gently touch her shoulder, my hand was often on her back when I squeezed behind her.. I was a perfect gentleman, holding doors for her.. giving way.. and yet so patronizing, pointing out how weak asians are.. how they would not survive in tougher times

And the more we talked the more she found herself agreeing with me... To the point of confessing that her asian boyfriend was a catastrophe.. useless in the house, not at all romantic, physically weak, short.. and certainly not great in bed... (She didn't admit it directly but she hinted at it few times)

The trip to SF was just a week away and she was already impatient.. she invited me for dinner few times but I always found an excuse to decline.. and I could see her frustration growing, she wanted so badly to be with me outside of work, she was probably wet most of the time in the office.. but I was determined to take my time, to make her crave my attention.. to make her beg for my cock.