What to do, what to do?
Why was Rylie here with these stuffed animals? Xiang could not expect Rylie to have fun playing with stuffed animals. The bitch must have put Rylie in here like this to drive her crazy with boredom. And orgasm denial.
Rylie, within minutes, discovered that boredom and orgasm denial were a terrible tandem. There was nothing to distract her. The more she thought about how much she wanted an orgasm, the more she wanted an orgasm. It was the sexual equivalent to being tickled with no chance of escape.
That had to be why Xiang put her in here! To drive her crazy! It was an attempt to get Rylie to the point where she would beg Xiang to allow her to have an orgasm. Where she’d beg to masturbate in front of Xiang. To make Rylie willing to masturbate while Xiang videoed so she could share the event with Xiang’s twin and God knew who else. Maybe Aspen!
Rylie looked at her bagged hands. Maybe she should rub herself to orgasm. So what if Xiang knew what Rylie did based on the wetness on the mittens?
Rylie thought ahead. How would Xiang react to that? She’d be pissed off. She’d take action of some sort. A spanking?
Yes, probably, but Rylie anticipated it would be worse than that. If Xiang could edge her to orgasm once, she could do it again. Rylie would escape the frying pan of orgasm need but would be plunged by Xiang right into the fire of orgasm need.
It wouldn’t get Rylie anywhere. Assuaging her need for an orgasm, putting an end to Rylie’s orgasm delay predicament, would only, ironically, delay Rylie’s orgasm delay fate.
Rylie paced around the room.
Stupid stuffed animals.
Stupid companionship contract.
Stupid hungry pussy. It was swollen and sensitive and so wet. Pacing around cooled it a little but it kept leaking. It was like her pussy had no idea it was attached to a young heterosexual woman. It was like her pussy didn’t get that Xiang was a total bitch.
She could not leave. The door was locked. It was like she was a prisoner in the land of stuffed animals!
She’d decided against masturbating. Though she sure wished she could.
She wasn’t going to play with stuffed animals.
Pacing around wasn’t getting her anywhere. Literally, it wasn’t.
She had an idea. When she was bored, she liked to sleep. Because why not? When you were this bored, you were usually already sleepy. When you were asleep you could not be bored. Well, maybe, if you had a boring dream but you would not even remember it.
It would in a way be a big “Fuck you!” to Xiang. If Xiang put her in here to torture her with boredom and orgasm denial, then taking a nice long luxurious nap would foil Xiang’s evil plan.
There was no bed or even a couch. But there were plenty of big fluffy stuffed animals. Some of them were huge, as big as a small person.
Rylie made a mound of some of the bigger ones. They came in all shapes, sizes, and colors. A purple elephant. A red bear. An orange turtle. A pink flamingo. A big blue fluffy stuffed toad. That was a weird one.
Rylie lay down in the mound of stuffed animals. It felt odd. Of course it did. She was naked! Laying on stuffed animals! This was not how she’d anticipated spending her day.
Rylie closed her eyes. The lights in the room were bright fluorescent rods that hung from the ceiling. The room had a high windowless ceiling which Rylie thought was odd. What, did the stuffed animals need extra airflow? Because of the hanging down fluorescent lights, the ceiling was dark. Weird. Maybe Xiang planned to keep adding to her collection of stuffed animals and wanted room to stack them twenty feet high.
It was wacky that Xiang had a collection of stuffed animals at her age and had an entire room for them. Fucking rich people! Ever heard of charity?
It was odd but it was far better than if this room had indeed turned out to be some kind of BDSM chamber. What a relief! Not that, you know, any of that stuff would apply to Rylie. Or be applied to her if Xiang had had a BDSM chamber.
Hm. Rylie recalled there was another room in the west wing she’d yet to tour. Xiang had skipped the room right across the hall from this one.
So, was it another room for stuffed animals, or was that one a BDSM chamber?
If it was, what would be in there? Rylie had always been curious about that stuff. BDSM stuff. Well, not all of it. Not most of it. The hot wax dripping thing. She wondered about that one. Did it hurt much? If it didn’t, why do it? If it did, why do it? Either way, it was a mystery.
Rylie had also had a few curious thoughts about what it would be like to have her hands tied behind her while a guy had sex with her. She thought it might be oddly freeing. No hands, nothing to do, just take the ride and get ridden. Something like that.
She’d never told anyone these little fantasies. If they were even that. They were more like unanswered questions or sources of intrigue. Casual intrigue.
She was just so bored. And so turned on. She did not do it on purpose but, with her eyes closed and having had thoughts of a BDSM chamber and the items she was intrigued about, her mind naturally wandered. Her mind wandered into what she wondered about.
She imagined that instead of lying on the incredibly soft and plush stuffed animals, she was lying on a splintery wood table, one big enough for an ogre. Her hands and feet were roped down, stretched toward each of the four corners. Someone was dripping hot dark red wax all over her.
Okay, not someone. It was Xiang.
Well, that wasn’t her fault! Xiang was the one who somehow got her hot and bothered and this was Xiang’s place. So, it was only natural to place Xiang in her unnatural fantasy. The one who got her hot and bothered got to drip hot wax on her. That just made sense!
Okay, back to the wax dripping. On her chest, right between her breasts.
Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Each drip caused an ouch. Oh, so hot wax did hurt! Now she knew. Good to know because she did not want to do it in real life. It was too weird and if she asked some guy to do it, he’d think she was a freak.
Fantasy Xiang wasn’t done with her yet. Oh-no! Fantasy Xiang was moving the big dark red candle to a position right over Rylie’s left breast. Right over her nipple! No! Don’t you dare, fantasy Xiang!
But she did dare.
Ouch!
No surprise, hot wax to the nipple hurt even worse. Go figure. Pain inflicted on sensitive areas hurts more.
Oh, that fucking fantasy Xiang was such a bitch! Now she was laughing at Rylie’s pain!
Fantasy Xiang kept laughing and kept dripping wax. All over fantasy Rylie’s left breast and then all over her right, starting at the nipple, the wax running streaks of pain dripping down Rylie’s breast. Fantasy Xiang moved the big candle back and forth to fill in all of the not-yet-wax-covered breast territory.
Fantasy Xiang was going for full coverage! And she kept laughing except for when she spoke at times saying, “Look at the American slut wiggle. Look at the American slut squirm like a worm!”
The pain, the helplessness, the laughter, the humiliation, and, worst of all, the seething lust in Rylie gathered and piled up, all piling in on her. It was overwhelming. It took her breath away.
She had never before felt like a creature of lust. Not with any guy, not even when orgasming. Now she felt it. Now she knew. She hated it and loved it. It made her feel even more helpless because it was a need that almost – almost – dictated behavior. She was so close to flipping from controlling her need to her need controlling her.
Rylie barely stopped her mittened hands. At the last moment, she’d felt them both creeping across her hip bones, looking to join up at her pussy. Her hands had conspired to service her lust!
Rylie stopped her hands. She did that but then had a hard time getting them to go back to her sides. It was like they did not want to give up the flesh ground they’d gained.
She had to do something about this!
She wasn’t at all tired, it turned out a nap was impossible, and she was fantasizing – she could scarcely believe it – about Xiang mistreating her sexually. She was having a lesbian BDSM fantasy! And she was not even a lesbian! And she was a big believer in caring relationships in which both people are equals!
She could not fall asleep. She did not want to lay there having fantasies like those. She had a swollen burning need between her legs.
Then she had an idea. They said necessity is the mother of invention and it was true in this case. She felt the necessity to cum. She needed to orgasm. She physically needed it and she emotionally needed it. She could not use her hands. Xiang would know if she did and punish her and put her right back into orgasm denial Hell.
She also knew she needed to resist Xiang’s will. She knew Xiang did not want her to have an orgasm. Therefore, she had to make one happen. Her need to rebel and her physical need matched up perfectly.
She knew a way. It was demented. She’d never tell anyone. She’d try to forget about it as soon as she was done. If she never told anyone and found a way to forget it then it would be like it never happened.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
She cast a furtive look at the locked door. Still closed. She would hear if Xiang used a key to unlock it. She’d hear in plenty of time. Well, maybe not plenty, maybe more like barely enough time, but enough.
She looked around at the pile of stuffed animals.
So many choices. Such a need for an orgasm!
The gray dolphin. It was almost the same shade of gray as the mittens. How poetic!
Plus, wasn’t there some term for when guys masturbated, a term that involved dolphins? What was it again?
Oh! They called it “waxing the dolphin!”
She grabbed the big gray dolphin. It was about four feet long and exquisitely soft.
She positioned it belly down, snout pointed away from her. Then she knee-walked over it, knees to either side of it.
She was about to mount a stuffed animal dolphin!
As sick as that sounded, she was doing it for a sick reason.
God! This was so fucking sick! And humiliating!
No one must ever know.
With her legs spread wide, knees on the carpeted floor, and barely in any contact with the stuffed animal dolphin, only her inner knees touching it, Rylie hesitated for a long moment.
There were only two kinds of people in the world. Those who left stuffed animal dolphins alone and those who, ah….
She had to. She just had to. Her lust was in charge and ready to charge. It just needed a mount to charge forward on.
Rylie set down on her ludicrous mount.
Ahhh!
So soft on her wet softness!
Rylie slid her pussy along the stuffed animal dolphin’s spine or where its spine would be if it were a real dolphin. Self-awareness rapidly receded as her lust took full control over her.
Rylie humped stuffed animal dolphin. Harder and harder. She was bouncing on it, lunging her pussy against the soft material.
She was so close and her lust rose from the contact and in part because she still had some self-awareness that what she was doing was incredibly twisted and naughty.
She was so close but it did not seem like quite enough to get her to orgasm. Or just that it would take too long and she needed an orgasm right fucking away.
Rylie rolled off the dolphin but grabbed it clumsily with her mittened hands. She lay down with her naked back on the plush carpet as she steered the plush stuffed animal dolphin around and in between her legs.
She got the stuffed animal dolphin facing her. Snout to pussy.
But it was not the snout that she was most interested in though she did consider for a moment trying to stuff it into her pussy. It would be filling. She would stuff herself with stuffed animal. Double-stuffed slut?
Tempting!
But she was not sure it would be enough to make her cum and she needed a sure thing.
She flipped the stuffed animal dolphin onto its back but it still faced towards her. Then she guided the false dolphin face to the top of her pussy.
The dolphin had wide shiny eyes, plastic ones. Smooth and hard.
Rylie pressed at the dolphin’s chin, if dolphins had chins, and guided the part she needed to the needy part of her that could most quickly thrill her orgasm need to fulfillment.
Aaaah! The shiny glossy dolphin eye! That smooth glitter-infused plastic! Sliding slickly on her slutty clitoris!
Aaaaaaaaah!
!!!!!
Rylie orgasmed hard, humping up on the dolphin, then smacking her ass back onto the carpet while crushing the fake dolphin’s head, fake eye first, against her pussy and clitoris.
She thrashed mostly silently for more than ten seconds but finally had to release some of her orgasmic energy. She made a whooping cry, like a terrified bird.
Her arms went weak and flopped to the carpet. She humped the stuffed animal dolphin until it flipped away and she only humped air.
The power of the orgasm thrummed through her and it felt like her blood was driven to her hands and feet. She felt infinitely heavy and light as a feather at the same time.
Her orgasmic bliss was rudely interrupted by Xiang’s voice carried over speakers.
“An excellent performance for your Mistress, American slut. You do not yet acknowledge I am your Mistress but that formality is only a matter of time. I enjoyed the show. Daniello Dolphin was an excellent choice.”
Rylie was shocked and horrified, “What… where are you?”
“I am watching you on cameras as I have since shortly after I left you. I am enjoying some ice cream and pie while watching. I was patient, not that it took much patience. I knew an American slut like you would be unable to control herself. Then, like a typical American, you would think you were cleverer than Xiang and would work around her. Masturbate around me. In my mind, the only thing in doubt was which cuddly you would choose to hump.”
This was—this was… this was a disaster!
“As I said, you may only cum when I permit it. That is required of my companion. Respect Chinese tradition! In this case, it is not an issue. This was exactly how I wanted you to cum. Humping a cuddly! So sexy! So low! You are such an animal that you hump a fake animal!”
Rylie didn’t know what to do or say. There was no point trying to cover herself and hide from the cameras. It was far too late for that. She was too shocked and ashamed to feel angry. Xiang had spied on her. But this was Xiang’s home and Rylie had just humped a member of her stuffed animal collection.
What could she say? Apologize? That was too much. Xiang was the one who made her so desperate for an orgasm with her pussy rubbing and ass spankings. Xiang indirectly caused Rylie to do what she did.
Rylie would not apologize!
She did wish she could just die. A nice simple solution to the shame. Can’t feel shame when you’re dead! In this case, Rylie sincerely hoped there was no afterlife.
Xiang teased (or was it a taunt?), “Your first orgasm at Chiu estate is documented on video. I have already shared it with my sister, Fang. The contest goes so well for me! Perhaps you and I will watch your fun performance together tonight in bed.”
Together in bed? Wait, where was Rylie’s bed? She’d only seen the one bed in the west wing during the tour. So, unless there was another bed in the un-toured seventh room…
…Rylie might have to share a bed! With Xiang! Xiang the terrible!
What were the odds Rylie would be nude in that bed? Pretty damn high! She was supposed to be nude all the time in the west wing. People usually wore less clothes when they went to bed, not more. It couldn’t get less than entirely nude but Rylie was pretty sure Xiang would not let her wear anything to bed.
Worst companionship contract ever! It was Rylie’s only one and she’d never heard of any others, not counting Aspen’s, but this had to be the worst ever!
Xiang laughed over the speaker, “Take note, American slut, Xiang will choose the next cuddly who you hump and cum on.”
Rylie groaned.
