Rylie was on her side, propped up on one hand, looking at Xiang anxiously. Her other hand was no good to her because it was all wet from Xiang’s pussy and Rylie did not know what to do with it. Xiang’s body naturally blocked Rylie and kept her from sliding off the bed. Rylie’s side of the bed was up against the wall.
Her back, quite literally, was to the wall.
She had just done… some things… with Xiang, things she should not have done no matter that Xiang thought it was part of Rylie’s duties as a paid friendship companion. Xiang could think whatever she wanted. Rylie did not have to agree! Rylie was against these pleasure-providing duties! Didn’t that matter?
Not to Xiang. Not to Rylie’s body either.
What was done was done. That was what she’d assumed and hoped. As it turned out, what was done was not yet done. There was more to do!
Now it sounded like Xiang wanted her to do even more pleasure-providing! She wanted another orgasm, demanded another orgasm, thought she was owed another orgasm, and said she had a plan for how Rylie would give her the orgasm.
No rest for the breathless, reluctantly aroused, paid friendship companion!
So bad! So fucking lesbian!
Maybe the most lesbian thing of all, though, was that Rylie had a powerful need for an orgasm that made her feel like running to the stuffed animal room, selecting a likely (or highly unlikely) stuffed animal lover, and humping the damn thing.
A dolphin. Then a nuclear orange orangutan. Which stuffed animal would be next?
How much of a sicko was Xiang making her into?
Rylie damn well already knew the answer to her next question, but she asked it anyway, trying to buy some time.
“Do you even need another orgasm? That last one looked like a big one. Maybe that one was all you need.”
Xiang laughed weakly, “You think to defeat me in number of orgasms? Two for the slut and only one for high class superior Chinese Xiang? I will not let you sneak a way to think you are superior to me, American slut! You will give me just as many orgasms as you have. Letting us have equal number is already a big favor to you from me. I am just too soft on sluts.”
“Too soft on sluts?” She had spanked Rylie today! Twice! And orgasm denied her! And made her say the naughtiest, most humiliating things!
“Look, I—”
“Yes, look. Look at your wet hand, American slut. Really Rylie. You so messy. Clean that mess. Clean now!”
Rylie looked around helplessly.
“Do not be the fool, Really Rylie. Use your mouth.”
“You want me to….”
“Of course. Yes, of course. You are a paid companion and that includes doing menial chores and labor. It is very menial to clean. You are also a slut. It is very slutty to clean pussy-wet hand with your mouth. The task thus combines your nature with your contract. Very good. Excellent.”
“I…”
“Do it!”
“But—”
“Do it!”
Xiang was so demanding.
Rylie was so acquiescing. At least, today she was. She knew Xiang would call it submissive. She did not think that was the case. God, she hoped not.
The more demanding Xiang was, the more Rylie felt like she had to do it. Xiang’s demands made her want to give in.
The more Rylie… almost… wanted to do it.
She already had that automatic urge – it was now automatic but it wasn’t automatic when she started the day – to give in when Xiang made demands. But on top of that, it must be because she was so aroused, she felt a desire to lick her fingers clean.
She knew that was taking things to another level. Or up several levels. It went way past simple touching, even touching nipples with her lips and tongue. It was ingesting sexual output from Xiang! A tiny part of Xiang would be inside Rylie!
A lot like Xiang’s fingers were inside Rylie’s pussy a few minutes ago?
She was so horny. All this sex right next to her and it had spread to her like Xiang’s fingers spread into her pussy. It made her more than willing to please Xiang and to do as Xiang told her to do. She felt dark nasty eagerness to obey and to please that made her lower tummy tense up.
God, she was already thinking of Xiang being in charge and getting to say what happened. How long before she started thinking Xiang, as she said, was superior to her and that Rylie was some kind of inferior slut creature?
Oh no. Maybe she was submissive? Thinking someone else was superior to you and that you had to obey them sounded like some kind of definition of submissiveness. To Rylie, submissiveness was an unwholesome and improper sexual phenomenon that she’d previously thought did not have anything to do with her.
Their conversation, Xiang’s demands versus Rylie’s reluctance, was like a verbal thumb wrestling match. One that Xiang seemed to be a superstar Olympic athlete at while Rylie felt like a novice. A submissive novice?
Rylie realized the fight, such as it was, most of it internal, was already over. She felt a distinct lack of will and resistance.
Rylie lifted her hand to her face.
But she stopped just in time.
No! She could not do it!
Xiang cajoled, “Sluts like juices and body fluids. It is part of who they are. It is the waters they swim in. Or lick up. Do it!”
Oh. Rylie hadn’t known that… about sluts.
She did feel so slutty. Her nipples were hard as rocks. All this craziness. All the pussy fumes in the air and not all of them coming from Xiang.
Rylie licked her hand. Oh, it was so humiliating. She really wished she could hump a stuffed animal right about then.
Xiang seemed to take some mercy on her, “Close your eyes, Really Rylie. That will help.”
Maybe it would. Maybe she could pretend she was licking an oddly flavored hand-shaped lollipop.
Rylie closed her eyes and kept licking. Her mouth and tongue felt so hot and sexy. Her wet hand still felt hot from Xiang’s pussy.
Oh, everything was getting so intense. This was going to be way too damn memorable. She worried she wouldn’t be able to get it out of her mind. She worried these things Xiang got her to do were altering her mindset.
She licked and licked and even sucked on her fingers. She liked how it felt and did not want to open her eyes to face this new world of her trapped in sexual compromise in this estate. She felt Xiang moving on the bed as Xiang kept urging her to lick harder, to keep licking, and to be sure to get the drip sliding down Rylie’s wrist onto her forearm.
God, was that her saliva or Xiang’s pussy juice? It did not matter. She licked it up.
“Now open eyes.”
Rylie opened her eyes and froze in place.
God dammit! Xiang was videotaping her again with her smartphone!
“Xiang!”
“Now make big smile for the audience.”
“Audience? What the hell? What audience!?!”
“I mean future audience, not live audience. We will see who. Now smile.”
Rylie felt like she had no choice. Xiang already her on video performing this naughty humiliating act. She forced a smile onto her face.
“Now lick the lips. Lick those sexy American slut lips.”
Rylie licked her lips. She felt lascivious and the feeling bled into her action, into her performance. She licked her lips back and forth like she had just eaten the tastiest thing ever. She felt her eyes hooding, narrowing. She realized she was trying to look sexy for Xiang.
She was trying to look good for the video. For the unknown future audience. Hopefully the only future audience was an audience of one, only Xiang fondly watching the way she’d gotten Rylie to debase herself.
Oh God, that was the best-case scenario!?!
She was really fucked, wasn’t she? She had an odd feeling of sexy doom. Like a commitment to do naughty things. Xiang would require naughtiness, make Rylie live up to being a slut, and Rylie would go along with it like a sexual sheep. Xiang was the worst and most arrogant shepherd ever!
Rylie was sure Xiang would leverage the video she was taking into greater control over her. The scariest thing was that part of her wanted exactly that.
“Now tell me in a real sexy voice about taste of Xiang’s pussy.”
Oh, hell no! But that thought was empty. Just the request, the order, to humiliate herself in that way made her pussy clench against itself.
She knew the truth. Her hell no was a hell yes. Holy fuck, she hoped the church was full of lies or she might end up in hell one day.
She did it and knew, even as she did it, that she was going too far doing it at all and going above and beyond as she debased herself. But she wanted to please Xiang and, God help her, she wanted to debase herself. That need clutched at her tightly and again made her pussy spasm against itself.
“Your pussy is the tastiest pussy in all the land, Xiang. I love licking up your pussy juice. It’s the best. So yummy.”
Rylie even made her eyes all sultry. For the video. God, she hoped Xiang only planned on the two of them watching it together before doing more naughty stuff maybe tomorrow night. Hopefully Xiang did not share everything with her twin. Damn, both twins were evil. Twice as many as usual. The exception that proved the rule?
“What about you, Really Rylie? Tell the camera what you are. I know it and you know it. Make the camera also know it.”
More humiliation!
Yesssss…!
This was so not the thing to do. So compromising. So emotionally unhealthy.
She would do it!
“I’m an American and I’m a slut. I’m an American slut.”
“Who does the American slut belong to?”
Belong to…?
Belong to!?!
But the idea of it gripped her mind and made her lower abdomen go tight and made her juices flow.
She just had to say what Xiang wanted to hear. She almost wanted to hear it herself. It wouldn’t be real unless she heard it with her own ears from her own mouth.
“This American slut belongs to Xiang Chiu.”
“Should you perhaps call me Mistress? Is that such a very good idea, Really Rylie?”
It was the worst idea ever!
But it still felt like she should. Rylie was inescapably caught up in the moment. No time for regret! Plenty of time for regret later! Like her whole life.
“Yes, Mistress Xiang. You are my Mistress. You are the Mistress of this American slut.”
“That is so good, Really Rylie. Americans can be difficult in accepting truth. Like that democracy is bad and they need superior Chinese to tell them what to do, when to do it, how to do it, and who to do it with.”
Fuck! Rylie felt guilty. She’d let down America!
“You have licked your hand clean enough. Now it is time for a more personal cleaning, a more direct cleaning. Do you understand?”
Rylie withdrew the two fingers she’d been sucking on. She hadn’t realized how fervently she was sucking until just then. Oh wow. They were the two fingers she’d gotten inside Xiang. They’d gone from inside Xiang to inside Rylie’s mouth!
Yuck! Gross! And… it was so sexy….
Rylie did not want to understand what Xiang meant when she said it was time for a more personal cleaning but suspected she did understand.
With a forlorn hope, she claimed, “No, Mistress, I do not understand.”
“You prove again you are as stupid as I thought. You have only cleaned the pussy juice from your hand. What of all the pussy juice on my legs, on my pussy lips, and all over down there? It will not clean itself, stupid American slut. Apply mouth!”
“That’s-that’s… it would be… lesbian!”
Xiang giggled, “It is only cleaning up. What, you say all maids are lesbians because they clean? I will inform the maid association of your insensitivity. Recall, it is your duty to clean and you are also a slut. Whenever cleaning can be combined with sex, it is a perfect match with your job and with your character. Now clean me!”
Rylie tilted halfway down before stopping herself.
She did not have to do this.
She didn’t, did she?
It was so hard to tell what she had to do or did not have to do. Before today, those choices were all up to her. Now she wasn’t sure if any choices were up to her. It sounded – from her own words! – like she now had a Mistress.
God, she was so bad at choosing Mistresses. A younger one than her? A spoiled Chinese young adult brat? Really Rylie, that was the Mistress you chose?
No, she had not chosen Xiang. She was chosen. By Xiang and, she suspected, maybe by Xiang’s grandmother, Caihong.
Caihong set Rylie up with the tattoos, including one that seemed in honor of Xiang, and had matched Rylie to Xiang. The X on Rylie’s ass was to please Xiang and literally mark Rylie as Xiang’s. The tattoo above Rylie’s newly shaved pussy, the one in bright red letters that said SLUT, also seemed aimed to please Xiang and to match up with her view of American women, at least ones who were not born into wealth.
Was the SLUT tattoo also there to make Rylie more willing to view herself as a slut? To prepare her mind? Label her with their intentions for her?
It seemed like Caihong had studied and observed the twins and knew what they were up to. It seemed more likely than not that Caihong knew her granddaughters were sexual dominants.
And Caihong had “accidentally run into” Rylie and Aspen and then recruited them to be companions. She hadn’t found two homely girls, had she? No, she’d set her granddaughters up with American hotties!
Rylie knew she needed to warn Aspen as soon as possible. Before it was too late. She hoped Aspen was tougher than her. More confident. More assertive and less submissive. She wasn’t sure, though. Aspen did not think ahead and was so spur of the moment. Would that make her more vulnerable if Fang was like Xiang?
Fang must be like Xiang. Xiang had sent Fang the video of Rylie humping Ouyi the stuffed animal orangutan. Birds of a feather flock together and all that. Had they flocked together as early as in the womb in this case?
Was it too late for Aspen and was it too late for Rylie?
It must not be. She’d been about to lick at Xiang’s wet thighs and her wetter pussy. But she had stopped her nosedive.
She’d stopped it but she was still halfway there. She had not pulled back.
What was she waiting for?
“American slut! Lick now! Lick your Mistress’s pussy!”
That must be what she was waiting for. Her Mistress’s bitchy bossing. It must be because she immediately obeyed like there was absolutely zero choice.
Xiang helpfully opened her legs, drew a knee up, and even tilted her body slightly towards Rylie. So helpful!
Just like that, Rylie’s face was somewhere she never thought it would go. Between a woman’s legs! She had a momentary flash of Xiang’s pussy, the light pinks and the outer olive-shaded folds. Then her eyes were no longer on it and her mouth was on it!
Her mouth was on a pussy!
Her tongue slid up and down, tickling Xiang’s pussy lips.
Her tongue slid inside, dipping in an out. She was lapping!
She got her tongue into Xiang’s pussy and then Rylie started to get into it. Again, it was so personal and so intimate that it was impossible to be objective or cold about the act. Xiang’s heavy breathing and little moans helped Rylie get further into it. Or hurt Rylie in that it got Rylie even more into it. Even the taste did. The taste was stronger and hotter than licking her hand.
It became very hard for Rylie to keep track that she did not want to do this, should not have to do this, and should stop doing it.
She was getting too into it. That’s what she feared. She must be getting into it because it was so extremely personal. Or because she felt such need for another orgasm. She needed her pussy to calm down. It needed to wait six months minus one day now before orgasming again.
She had to keep track that this was not sex. It wasn’t! She was cleaning. A pussy. With her mouth. As was traditionally done by paid companions to wealthy Chinese spoiled bitches. So Xiang had told her. Should she disbelieve Xiang simply because Xiang had deceived her before?
Yeah, probably. But it was too hard to think. She had lots of cleaning to do down there and the more she licked, the more cleaning that needed doing. Xiang leaked like a sieve.
Xiang also talked trashy, “Yes, yes, the American slut loves her Mistress’s pussy. American slut, lick it up. Swallow it all down, Really Rylie. Make it go to your tummy. But you will never be what you eat. You will always be submissive, never a Mistress.”
Rylie did not want to be a Mistress. Or a submissive. Or to be with a submissive or in range of a Mistress. Or to be a lesbian. She wanted none of this. Except… she did. She wanted to keep licking right then. She’d started and did not want to stop.
And Xiang did not want to stop working on Rylie’s mindset, “You cannot be less of a submissive but I will make you more of one. Submission will be your number one main personality trait.”
The submissiveness in her was so alien to Rylie but it was all wrapped up in her now, a part of her like caramel swirls through her ice cream. You could not separate the two. You just had to take them together. Rylie and submission. Two flavors that should not be combined but were suddenly popular in the world of Rylie.
Xiang was breathing hard but she managed to add, “Always only an American, too bad, no Chinese for you. But you do get all you can eat Chinese.”
God! Xiang was so…!
She was so tasty. Not in an actual taste tasty way. It was the act of licking her, the humiliation of it, the nasty things Xiang told her, and the submission to Xiang, that was so darkly tasty. Rylie had an unexpected and shockingly powerful hunger for that dark taste. It felt like a hunger that could only grow stronger. One she could never fully satiate.
Then Xiang had the nerve to complain! The bitch bitched!
“The American slut is far too aroused. Your tongue flops around like an epileptic! Take care of your lust!”
Take care of it…?
Wait, was it too late to deny that she felt lust?
Rylie raised her wet face, “How am—”
Xiang grabbed her by the head, one hand on each side, and slowly but forcefully redirected Rylie’s face right back into place, her mouth on Xiang’s pussy.
“Stupid slut! I did not tell you to stop pleasing your Mistress! I told you to also please yourself. You have two hands and you are a slut. Figure it out, stupid!”
Her hands….
Oh.
Yeah. That was… possible.
It was so humiliating. Someone telling her to pleasure herself and then Rylie having to do it in front of them. Even more humiliating, she wanted to do it. It sounded like a great idea.
But only so she could do a better job licking her Mistress clean. Rylie was sure any good maid would do the same, do what needed to be done, and please themselves in front of their Mistress in order to better please their Mistress. This was just maid professionalism in action!
Maids had it rough.
Or did they? Rylie found she did not really mind cleaning Xiang’s pussy with her mouth. It took effort. It was intense. But lots of things took effort that weren’t all bad. Many hobbies. Exercise. Rylie was exercising her tongue. It was like she was paid, as a companion, to get some healthy tongue exercise.
Rylie would have shaken her head if it wasn’t in between Xiang’s thighs and if she wasn’t so dedicated in her pussy cleaning. She knew she wasn’t thinking right. This might be healthy exercise for her tongue but it was so unhealthy for her self-esteem and her heterosexuality.
“Stupid slut! Put your lazy hands to work! Please yourself. Are you too stupid to please yourself when your Mistress tells you to do so?”
Too stupid!?!
Maybe she was stupid. No matter that she had a high IQ. That was book smarts and she felt dumb in life smarts. Rylie felt so stupid about all of this.
But she was for sure not “too stupid” to please herself when her Mistress told her to do it! She needed to prove that to her Mistress.
Rylie crouched up on her knees, ass in the air, mouth on Xiang’s pussy. She slid her knees outward and moved both hands to her pussy. Both! How about that, huh, Mistress Xiang? Both hands knew how to please her pussy! She did not have lazy hands! Neither one was lazy!
Oh. Ohhhhh. Her hands on her pussy and then her fingers in her pussy felt absolutely grand. Like scratching the sexiest itch ever. She moaned right into Xiang’s pussy.
“Make yourself cum, American slut. Rub your slutty clit!”
That was such a great idea! Her Mistress really knew what she was doing with Really Rylie. It was so nice of her Mistress to reward her by having her rub her clitty.
Rylie did not delay. When you heard a great idea and had permission to do it, you did not delay. When your Mistress told you what to do, you did it.
Rylie’s wet finger pad on her throbbing little clitty felt incredible.
It felt… so… great!
It felt so great that….
She thought she was going to….
It was like needing to sneeze and being just short of it.
Xiang demanded, “Cum for your Mistress!”
That did it! Permission on top of permission! More than that, every time Xiang called herself Rylie’s Mistress it caused a spike of arousal in Rylie, a deep penetration of arousal into her mind.
The idea of cumming, not for herself, but in service to the wicked, spoiled Chinese bitch was so… so… it was just so…!
Rylie orgasmed, the spasms making her knees draw back together, trapping her hands on her pussy.
Rylie made yelp sounds, her mouth wide, and pushed her open mouth on Xiang’s pussy, desperate to please Xiang even while her own pleasure soared in outer space.
Xiang grabbed Rylie’s head hard and also orgasmed, her thrusting pussy bopping Rylie’s face like it was a punching bag.
