Xiang announced, “Now we will play. I get to play with my companion.”
Okaaaaaay….
Or maybe not okay! That had sounded sort of suggestive. Maybe sexual. Or was Rylie’s mind playing tricks on her because she was nude and still so aroused?
Xiang knew Rylie was aroused, “Perhaps you do not wish to be so personally distracted. Perhaps you would like to masturbate. I said no orgasm until you behave as I desire. However, I can make an exception. You may masturbate here and now in front of me. It is not really an exception because I desire to allow you to do so.”
“Uh, no thanks. I don’t—”
She did not masturbate? Hey, there was no reason to lie.
“I would not do that in front of anyone. Why would you want to watch anyway?”
Rylie knew why by then. Xiang was a lesbian and wanted a free show! However, Rylie thought that acting like Xiang might not be a lesbian might get Xiang to also act like she might not be one. You know, to keep the mystery to herself.
Xiang answered, “I will watch to make sure you only rub one orgasm out of your slut pussy. Rub that pussy like a genie lamp and only one orgasm genie come out! After all, I only permit you to orgasm one time by your own hand. Not twice or more. Never trust the help!”
Xiang did look at her as one of “the help!”
Rylie was almost stupefied at herself when she realized she was strongly tempted to accept the offer. She needed an orgasm badly! She was so desperate that she thought she could still orgasm even with Xiang watching her.
Oh no. It was worse than that. She was so turned on that the idea of Xiang watching her masturbate turned her on even more!
Rylie had rarely felt like such a mess. She did not think she understood herself as well as she’d thought.
Xiang – in a tone suggesting what she said would make Rylie more likely to put on a masturbation show! – added, “Also, while you rub the genie lamp between your American legs, I will record on my smartphone. I can send the video to Fang and I will let you watch it at times. Ha! Maybe you will watch yourself rub the pussy to orgasm and get so turned on you will have to do it again as you watch yourself do it! If I also record that, and so on and so on, it will be like the picture of the many mirrors, never-ending.”
Whew! No, not Xiang’s bizarre idea. It was a relief because the temptation to masturbate in front of Xiang was now blessedly gone. Sexually humiliating herself on video was a huge turn-off. That was porn star behavior.
Major whew! Saved by Xiang being way too extreme. Rylie hoped Xiang had no clue how close Rylie had come to trying to cum in front of Xiang.
Rylie tried to sound casual and flippant, “Maybe next time, Xiang.”
“Next time? You do not understand. No orgasm for the American slut until I decide. So next time will be the same time.”
Not really but Rylie guessed she understood Xiang’s point of view. Rylie would keep on needing an orgasm and Xiang somehow thought Rylie would not get one except if Xiang allowed it.
It was true that Rylie was supposed to be with Xiang constantly. But there would still be opportunities. No one could truly be together all the time. Besides, Rylie had always been curious about nuns. She did not have the faith or the dedication (or the blind stupidity) to ever be one but she was still curious. She could just nun it up until her companion time was served.
This companion gig was starting to feel like a prison sentence!
But prisoners had it better. They did not have to serve their sentence in a state of orgasm denial.
Xiang did not look at all bothered over Rylie choosing to continue on in her hot and bothered state, “Very well, American slut, we will play in a different way than you playing with your pussy. As my companion, you will need to understand and participate in my hobbies and interests. We will start with my favorite.”
Hmm, maybe okay. As long as Xiang’s favorite hobby was not lesbianism!
“Follow me, American slut.”
Xiang spun around and Rylie hurried to follow her out of the room. As she hurried, she sighed with resignation and frustration. She did not appreciate Xiang calling her “American slut.” It was both insulting to her and to America.
Rylie was sure America did have sluts but Xiang emphasizing that Rylie was an American slut made it sound like all American women were sluts. So not true! Didn’t they have sluts in China also? Just because they had some did not mean they all were.
Rylie wondered if Xiang thought a Chinese slut and an American slut were different in any way other than the obvious one, their nationality. Sluts were freer with their sexuality and willingness to have sex. That was why people called them sluts. But it was a relative term. All things are relative. So they said.
Maybe in China it was slutty to, say, have sex at all out of wedlock. Rylie didn’t know. Come to think of it, she was amazed at how little she knew about China and Chinese culture. For instance, she’d never heard about this thing with paid companions.
If it was slutty in China to have sex outside of marriage then, to someone Chinese like Xiang, maybe all American women seemed slutty in general and Xiang might truly think an American slut was some species of uber slut or extra slut and mega slut. Because it took a lot more than extramarital sex to make an American woman a slut!
What comprised a slut was subjective and could certainly vary by culture.
Rylie followed Xiang down the hallway of the west wing that was set aside for Xiang’s use. The spoiled twin heiress had seven rooms all for herself!
Oh-oh! Xiang led Rylie to one of the two rooms she’d failed to show off to Rylie on the initial tour. One of the two rooms whose doors had remained closed during Xiang’s brief slipshod tour earlier.
It was an oh-oh because Xiang did not seem to care what Rylie thought of her and yet she’d avoided showing the two rooms to Rylie. What would Xiang want to hide from her?
It was also an oh-oh because Rylie remembered jokingly thinking earlier that if Aspen were on the tour, Aspen would joke that the two rooms were “sex dungeons.” It was a funny thought at the time in and of itself and it was also funny because it was likely that Aspen would have joked in that manner. The thought was true to Aspen’s joking mock-naughty personality.
But now, after events in Xiang’s bedroom, it no longer seemed like a funny joke. Might there really be some kind of dungeon room full of BDSM equipment on the other side of the closed door?
Xiang had spanked her….
Xiang had the rooms and had the money to indulge in BDSM equipment.
Xiang began to open the door and Rylie, not the breathless sort, realized she was holding her breath. She was quite anxious about this!
If it was BDSM stuff, then Rylie would simply tell Xiang no, no thanks, no way. And Xiang would have to accept that answer!
Rylie marveled that after such a short time alone with Xiang, she needed to have such thoughts, needed to gameplan how to turn down an invite into a BDSM dungeon, and needed to focus her determination to make sure her refusal stuck.
Xiang went in. Rylie braced herself and followed her.
It was not a BDSM dungeon room. In fact, it seemed to be almost the opposite of one.
So it seemed….
The room was full of stuffed animals! Not completely full, not stuffed, but there were stuffed animals all over. In piles and mounds. There was also toy furniture, the kind that toddlers might use, and stuffed animals were occupying the furniture.
There were four teddy bears in little plastic chairs around a low plastic table. It looked like they were having a tea party. There was a female teddy bear in a plastic kitchen area, cooking or maybe she was supposed to be doing the dishes. A big blue teddy bear was lying on a tiny doll bed. There was a yellow and red striped one lying on a bean bag.
Xiang spread her arms like a model presenting what Rylie could win, “This is my collection of stuffed animals. Is it the best stuffed animal collection you have ever seen?”
“Ah, yes, as a matter of fact, this is the, ah, best stuffed animal collection I’ve ever seen.”
Yeah, it must be, because she thought it was the only stuffed animal collection she’d ever seen. It was certainly the only one she’d ever seen that belonged to an adult.
Xiang nodded, seemingly clueless to Rylie’s dismay, “Yes, it is the best. Nothing but the best for me. I adore my stuffed animals. I treat them better than people.”
That might not be saying all that much….
“So… you, ah… you like to play with the, ah….”
“Not only me. Sometimes Fang plays with me. Sometimes we pretend two of the stuffed animals are pretty Chinese twins and another stuffed animal is an old ugly Chinese grandmother. Inevitably, so sad, the twins kill the grandmother stuffed animal. We make it realistic. The chosen stuffed animal for the grandmother’s role is ripped open. Slowly, like torture. We remove her stuffing and we pretend the twin stuffed animals eat the grandmother stuffing.”
Holy fuck! The twins were demented!
Xiang laughed, “You should see your face. It went so pale. It is such fun to see you scared.”
Oh, so it was a joke? Or was it? Xiang had seemed pretty damn detailed and almost dreamy as she described the stuffed animal slaughter. Just because Xiang thought it was fun to see Rylie scared did not mean she made that up.
Rylie thought she’d better watch her back! And her stuffing!
“I wasn’t scared.” Maybe she was, a little, but she did not like Xiang thinking she was a fraidy cat.
“I know someone else who plays with my stuffed animal collection.”
“Who?”
Xiang laughed again and her laugh had an edge to it, “My companion. You. Of course. It is my collection and I adore it and so you must also learn to adore it. You will play.”
What the fuck!?! Now she had to play with stuffed animals? In the nude!?!
“That’s not my thing.”
“It is now.”
Rylie did not deny it. Xiang was obviously determined and Rylie had no footing against her, no traction. Maybe because she was running around barefoot and bare-ass!
“Like what? Pretend to have tea with them?”
“At a later time. But right now, it is cuddle time. I want you to get to know your new stuffed animal friends. What better way than to cuddle with them? They are so nice to cuddle. So soft! They always give the unconditional love.”
Uh, yeah, because they were fucking objects….
“So I just… hug them? Just me, right?”
It better just be her! She did not want to cuddle stuffed animals in the nude with Xiang!
Rylie frowned. Why had she thought she “did not want to cuddle in the nude” instead of thinking there was no way she would cuddle in the nude with Xiang? Her mind had not ruled it out. She did not want to do it but, shockingly, that was not the same as deciding she would not do it.
Alert! Alert! Her thinking was off!
Xiang reassured her, “No, I will not cuddle with my darlings. My new companion and my cuddlies. I want you guys to get to know each other without me here. You guys can chat about how beautiful I am and how much you want to do anything for me, anything at all, just to please me.”
Rylie was getting that “this girl is insane” vibe again!
Rylie demurred, “I don’t need to get to know—”
“Yes, you do. You must. My companion must be close to my cuddlies. My human cuddly and my stuffed animal cuddlies must be close. Very close. No conflict among those whose mission in life is to serve me.”
How the hell was Rylie supposed to get “close” to them? They were objects! Things!
How could there ever be any conflict between Rylie and a room full of stuffed animals?
But most alarming of all, Xiang thought Rylie’s “mission in life” was to serve her!?!
Rylie would admit she was serving Xiang by being her companion. Caihong paid Rylie but it was for the overall good of Xiang so, in a way, Rylie did serve Xiang. It would be for the good of Xiang if Rylie could pull off being a good example and so far she’d failed at that. But it was still early!
Even if it could be considered a “mission,” it was only a six month mission. Not a “mission in life.” There was a big difference between six months and life!
Rylie again lifted her hands sideways from her body and then let them deadweight fall to the sides of her thighs. Unwittingly the body gesture produced a spanking sound, “I’m an adult. I don’t know how to get to know stuffed animals!”
Xiang said, “Confused American slut spanks herself and does a poor job of it. No spank sides of legs. The ass hurts more, hurts better. Also, you spank way far too lightly.”
Spanks? Oh, that sound her flapping hands made. Rylie did not need this spoiled bitch to tell her how to—
Xiang grabbed Rylie’s left elbow with her left hand, jerked Rylie forward and half around and down, which made Rylie stick her ass out. Xiang raised her open right hand.
Rylie was off balance, barely able to stand, leaning forward. She had the overriding thought, “Not again! No way can she spank me again!”
Rylie thought that but her words were a little different because she felt instantly helpless, “Oh, please, Xiang. Please don’t spank me!”
God! She was begging!
Xiang laughed, “That is good practice at begging. But you do not beg well enough yet. Here is the proof.”
Smack!
Ouch!
Smack!
Damn it!
Smack!
Youch!
Smack!
Fuck! How much proof did Xiang need to spank into her ass!?!
Smack!
Smack!
Rylie tried to stand straight and get her feet under her but Xiang kept moving and jerking, pulling Rylie forward, making her stick her ass out a little further for each spank.
Smack!
Smack!
Rylie knew she could take this Chinese punk in a fair fight. Rylie wasn’t big but she was a lot taller than Xiang and maybe as strong. But it wasn’t a fair fight and not only because she was off balance and already in Xiang’s grip. Rylie could not fight Xiang and have any hope of collecting the massive bonus at the end of the six months.
Smack!
Smack!
And Rylie was already off balance and it wasn’t only her body that was off balance. She felt off balance emotionally and mentally. Xiang kept… dominating her. There was no other term for it except maybe “bullying.” It was starting to get to be a thing. If Xiang wanted something, like spanking Rylie, and Rylie did not want that thing, like getting spanked, then Xiang got her way and Rylie did not. Which then meant Rylie got it, some kind of it, spanks on her ass or loss of clothing privileges, or a hand on her pussy.
It was a developing pattern. It was a thing! Rylie had to stop this thing!
Smack!
Rylie had no idea how to stop this thing!
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Rylie found herself tangled up with an odd mix of emotions. Resignation. She was resigned to taking the spanks. They both knew Xiang would do this and get away with it and Rylie would not stop her. Xiang knew before she started and Rylie was late to the knowledge party. But now she knew. Thus, the resignation.
Smack!
Resignation combined with pain. It hurt to be spanked! Rylie had always known spanks were meant to cause pain. Everyone knew that. But she’d never thought it could hurt so much! It hurt bad!
Smack!
Smack!
The resignation followed the pain but something came before the pain. That humming arousal from orgasm denial. It was stronger now. The pain and even, somehow, the resignation, made the thrumming lust buzz harder in a silent but powerful way.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
The three feelings combined and became something potent.
Smack!
Rylie understood with a dark dismay that the spanking turned her on. She did not know why. She did not think she was a masochist. It was hard to believe that the pain did it to her. When she stubbed her toe, it did not make her pussy get wet.
Smack!
It must be—
Smack!
All she could think…
Smack!
It turned her on that Xiang could do this to her. That anyone could.
It turned her on that she allowed it. She was bent over but only a little. She was just standing there and taking a spanking.
It turned her on that she was allowing another human being to hurt her for their amusement.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
It was more than that. She wasn’t quite allowing this. She was cooperating with Xiang’s domination. She was… submitting to it.
Smack!
Smack!
She was accepting that Xiang was the spanker and that she was the spankee.
Smack!
Smack!
It was so sick and unnatural!
Smack!
And yet… it felt very natural. Like water was wet.
Smack!
Rylie was starting to feel like before. In the bedroom. So aroused. So close. She would barely have thought it possible of anyone and certainly not herself, not before today, but she thought she might orgasm if Xiang kept spanking her.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
She’d hated this. She’d wanted Xiang to stop.
Smack!
Smack!
Wait. No. Oh no! She did not want Xiang to stop spanking her. Not anymore.
Smack!
She wanted Xiang to keep spanking her.
Smack!
She wanted Xiang to spank her harder!
Smack!
She wanted to cum!
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
…
…
Huh?
…
What?
…
Where were the spanks?
No! Don’t stop now! She was so close!
Xiang giggled, “There. Now that was a spanking. In the future, do not attempt to spank yourself. Unless, of course, I order it. That would be amusing. You need more training first. I need to make you all mine and none yours. Then I can have fun making you hurt yourself. Don’t worry, by then it will be fun for you also.”
Rylie very much was very worried! She was worried if there was any chance that what Xiang said was true.
She had to get out of this situation. Away from the Chiu estate. The money wasn’t worth it. The tattoo? A life lesson.
She’d have to get to Aspen first and convince her to also leave. After that, she would be out without a doubt. Except about a lot of things, just not the part about leaving this place and never seeing any of the three Chius ever again.
Xiang’s spank hand became a caress hand but the caressing hand on Rylie’s flaming rear was nearly as painful as spanks.
The caressing hand hurt… and it felt really good. Like addictive good. Like the best thing ever.
Rylie was so close to cumming when they were in the bedroom. Then she was again just now so close from the renewed spanking.
And now, unbelievably, just from a caressing hand that felt like liquid fire on her abused ass… she felt so close to cumming!
She was on the brink…!
Xiang laughed and pulled her hand away, “I see what you want. I know what you need. Recall, you may not orgasm unless I allow it. You will learn to beg. You will become eager to beg. I will have my own American beggar.”
Gosh damn it! Rylie really wanted that orgasm. She wanted it more than almost anything. But not enough to beg. She wouldn’t beg for one from a handsome guy. She sure as hell wasn’t going to beg for one from a spoiled Chinese girl who was so fucking mean and arrogant.
She would not beg one time, let alone become an “American beggar.” Just the idea of that! Begging all the time. Automatically begging. Debasing herself. Humiliating herself.
Actually… right at that moment… and she knew it would not last, Thank God… it sounded pretty damn hot.
Nope. Not today, Chinese Satan-girl!
Rylie would not let herself down that way and she would not let her country down that way. If one American begged, this Chinese heiress would probably think all Americans were beggars.
Oh.
Xiang had stepped away and was looking at her.
“Pay attention, American slut. Stop daydreaming of an orgasm. You are such a slut! I will leave you alone to get to know your new stuffed animal friends. Treat them with respect. Remember, you and they are now equals. You all serve my pleasure.”
The fuck she did! But Rylie kept that one to herself.
Xiang went to a cabinet, opened a drawer, dug around, and then returned.
Rylie looked with wary suspicion at what Xiang held. It looked like two gray felt bags.
“Hold out your hands, American slut.” Xiang ordered.
Who was she to give Rylie orders!?! Rylie pointedly did not hold out her hands.
“Really? Do you require yet another spanking? You seem to love to be spanked.”
What!?! No! Rylie did not like to be spanked!
Except when she was edged close to orgasm. Then it seemed like, surprise surprise, she did like to be spanked.
No, she did not require another spanking. Rylie held out her hands.
She didn’t know what Xiang meant to do with her hands but she did know what the effectiveness of Xiang’s threat to spank her meant. It meant Xiang could and would spank her whenever she decided to do it and Rylie could not stop her. How scary was that?
It was very scary.
And… a little… in a very unhealthy way… hot….
It was too bad Xiang wasn’t a handsome guy!
Xiang placed the gray bags over Rylie’s hands. Rylie wondered what they were for. Xiang wove plastic zip cuffs through openings on the edges of the gray bags. Then she cinched them tight.
Xiang let go and Rylie held up her hands wonderingly. They were not plastic cuffed to each other. Xiang had simply ensured that the bags could not slide off Rylie’s hands. She could not push them off either or pull them off with her teeth. The zip cuffs were tight on her wrists.
“What are these for?” Rylie guessed she probably should have asked beforehand but, then again, would it have made any difference? This was Xiang’s show and she had a role for Rylie to play, one Rylie had to learn as she went along.
“These are your new mittens. Useful in various ways. In this case, as an American slut, I know you cannot be trusted. Even if you promised me not to, I am sure you would try to masturbate as soon as I leave you alone with my poor innocent cuddlies. The material of those gloves shows moisture most dramatically. If you rub your pussy, I will know it. That American slut pussy is soaked! Also, now you have paws like the stuffed animals, simple and artless. You become more like them. Soon you will also be as obedient as them. I leave you now. Get to know your new friends. I will return in the late afternoon. Bye-bye.”
Rylie watched in open-mouthed and bagged-handed dismay as Xiang saucily walked out of the room.
Adding insult to (spank) injury, Rylie heard Xiang use a key to lock the door from the outside.
Great. Just great. All alone for the next few hours, in need of an orgasm, locked in, and with only piles of stuffed animals to amuse her.
Rylie held up her bagged hands and then let them drop.
“Fuck!”
