A minute after their orgasms calmed, Xiang laughed tiredly, “Now I will tell my sister that I kicked your ass. And also, I will tell her that you licked my ass! Haha! Fang will feel competitive and will want the redhead American to lick her ass.
“I can even tell her that I kicked your ass many times. But I had better not tell Grandma Caihong.”
Rylie assumed Xiang had to be kidding about telling her twin that Rylie had her tongue up her ass. Rylie groaned, “Please don’t tell your sister that you kicked my ass. She might ask follow-up questions and then you might explain, and then—”
“What did you just fail to call me?”
Inner groan, “Mistress.”
“Perhaps you should apologize to your superior Chinese Mistress? What do you think? Do you feel that you should?”
It was awful to realize that she did feel like she should apologize. A little. But a little was a lot in this bizarre circumstance. Xiang should apologize to her! Rylie should demand the apology, not the other way around.
The worst part was that Xiang was not demanding an apology. She was suggesting it. That was worse because she made Rylie feel it and feel like doing it.
The Chinese bitch brat was in her head!
Rylie knew it, all that, but she was just so tired and so defeated and feeling so submissive. She just… had to give Xiang what she wanted.
“I apologize, Mistress.”
Oh, that made her burn. In a bad way? It had to be bad.
Xiang tousled Rylie’s hair, “You see, I care how you feel and look forward to your input. The right kind of input. Calling me Mistress, admitting you are my slave. Oh, and inputting your tongue in my ass.”
She just had to remind Rylie!
Actually… the taste in her mouth was also an ongoing reminder.
Xiang told her what she expected next, “Go clean your slave body and your slutty slave mouth. Brush your teeth and mouth twice! Your mouth will have an important duty at breakfast. Once you are very clean – nothing but the very best for your Mistress – then go to the kitchen / dining room and make breakfast. Make it good! You have the best Mistress in the world! Act like it! Your Mistress deserves all the best! Take pride in being the best possible American slut for your Mistress!”
She was so demanding! She was so incredibly arrogant! She just had to rub in the status differential.
It was beyond frustrating to Rylie. Like most Americans, she thought of everyone as having opportunities and differentiating themselves through hard work and good behavior. You had to work to get ahead, but anyone could get ahead if they worked hard and did not mess around. Rylie viewed everyone as equally human, no one more worthwhile than another. No one was born special. You had to achieve it. That was the American way.
But now she was subjected to very different treatment. Worse, she was starting to buy into it! She did not want to. It was horrible. It was bad news for her! Slavery was terrible, but was super duper terrible if you were the one enslaved!
She was the one working hard and Xiang was lazy as fuck, and yet Xiang’s status was skyrocketed all the way up to Mistress and-and… and fucking slaveholder! And hardworking Rylie’s status plummeted inversely proportional to Xiang’s lofty status.
Hadn’t Rylie worked so very hard tonguing ass and then even tongue-fucking ass? She had! Hadn’t she taken kicks to the ass, so many kicks to the ass, and taken them like a trooper? She had! Sure, a submissive trooper, but still!
What had Xiang done? She literally lay there and took the tongue.
Well, Rylie guessed Xiang had kicked quite hard and quite a few times. Maybe that counted as some kind of hard work. And what about the way she dominated Rylie? Was that hard work or not? It seemed like Xiang had way too much fun doing it for it to be considered work.
Rylie also had to admit she had some twisted sick version of fun when she submitted to Xiang. So maybe all her hard work tonguing ass did not count as work.
Fuck. This whole thing was so fucked up!
Now, well not now, but soon, she’d have to fix things and make Xiang understand she would not submit like this, or even have any kind of sex, going forward. It would have to stop. At some point. Rylie could not take this for the entire six-month friendship companion contract!
Maybe she could take it for another day. Today. And tonight. Maybe two days….
She could probably take it for a week.
Maybe two weeks….
With dull alarm, but she knew not nearly enough alarm, she realized she felt little urgency to fix things and right away stop the way Xiang treated her. Telling herself that “at some point” she would put a stop to what never should have started was vague and did not dictate a timeline. It was not a true commitment. It did not force her to take action as time ticked by.
This… weird stuff… these wrong things… had already started. It had happened. There was no undoing it, only stopping it. Eventually. At some point.
Damn it! She was doing it again! Fucking “eventually?” Fucking “at some point?”
It turned her on darkly the way she was fooling herself. She thought she was thinking like a slut when she thought it did not matter exactly when it stopped, only that it stopped “at some point.”
Thinking like a slut that a little more would do no harm. Like if you lost your virginity and then fucked a second time. You either were a virgin or you were not and once you were not one you may as well get the bang for your virginity loss buck and get banged some more.
Rylie had already lost her lesbian virginity to Xiang and her…. She wasn’t sure what to call it. Her submissiveness virginity? Her freedom virginity?
The thought sneaked in that she could probably take more of this treatment with no harm. Er, no further harm.
But not six months of it! She knew already that such a length of time acting this way would change her forever. She had liked too many of the things she should not have liked. What if she got used to it? No, not quite used to it….
What if she got addicted to it?
Then it wouldn’t only be for six months. She would stay on as a “friendship companion.” In other words, a slave!
There was no way she could put up with this for six months and go back to normal. She was certain of that. She felt it. Something ominous that grew in power. Her submission. As it grew in power, she became weaker. Including weak in the head!
But maybe she could… put up with it… for six days and nights instead of the full six months? Let it run its course. Maybe Xiang would get bored with it. Maybe she would.
No. She would change. Even in just a few more days of this treatment. Or hours! She would get even more submissive. Just look at what Xiang had done with her and to her in just one night!
If Xiang made the same amount of progress making Rylie into a submissive “slave” every night for five or six nights…!
Big trouble from little China girl.
Rylie worried she would grow to accept Xiang was her Mistress. It was a danger to her freedom! And to who she was. Xiang was changing her, making her into some kind of “Slave Rylie” the way Xiang wanted her to be.
That was not who Rylie wanted to be. Rylie just wanted to be good old Rylie. The girl who had fun but also had a lot of common sense and made good decisions.
Swack!
Yow!
Rylie looked around in alarm. She’d daydreamed, or day-nightmared, or gathered wool as the old people liked to say. Xiang was up off the bed without Rylie having seen her coming. Xiang had spanked her. Super hard! That little Chinese bitch sure could swing an open hand.
Xiang declared, “I do not let my slaves be lazy. Also, it is a big waste of time when you try to think. Thoughts by you are so not needed! If I need you to think, I will tell you what thoughts to think. Now, obey your Mistress Xiang. Go get very clean. Just because you are a dirty slut slave is no reason to actually be slimy with girl cum and ass taste. Spanking hand is here if you choose to remain. Go!”
Swack!
Rylie did not protest. She obeyed. She scrambled awkwardly off the bed, taking two more spanks as she did. She stumbled and fell during her bed dismount. She knew the Chinese Olympic bed dismount judge gave her a low score when two more spanks landed.
Xiang giggled but threatened, “Maybe your Mistress will spank you all the way into the shower!”
Rylie dashed to the bathroom, feeling fear of spanks and feeling silly in equal measure. She was running around naked, rushing to obey a foreign girl both younger and smaller than her.
What was wrong with this picture? Answer: A lot!
Rylie was unable to change the predicament. Not yet. In large part because of the contract and her motivation to make money, and also because of Aspen needing the money, too. But mostly her inability was because Rylie felt no real urgency.
She felt like a stupid rabbit with a cougar stalking it. A rabbit who just kept looking at the cougar getting closer and just kept nibbling grass. A rabbit who could outrun the cougar and yet just could not believe the cougar would eat it, truly and really eat it, and so the rabbit just sat there and nibbled. Nibbled while the death chomp approached.
She was stupidly nibbling! When she should be hopping away! Xiang was the death chomp!
But she just could not treat the situation the way she knew she should.
But Rylie could at least wash the physical stink of the situation off. She took a shower. A nice long hot shower with several head-to-toe soapings.
She dried off. She brushed her hair. Voila. Brand new refreshed Rylie.
Clean and refreshed physically. She was, in a way, a new Rylie, but not from getting clean. She was a Rylie who was, uh, um, more experienced. And she had a new perspective. And she’d added new things to her sexual repertoire. Such as ass licking delivered and how to take an ass kicking.
Not all new things were better! She was new, but not improved.
She brushed her teeth twice. She wished she’d done that first. While she was showering, every time she closed her eyes – and she had to do that often with shampooing twice and conditioning – the taste of ass came to the forefront.
Not only the taste. The images of it also. Kneeling down on the bed, head down, face between raised ass cheeks as she licked and Xiang kicked.
She had to get that out of her mind!
It was like Xiang dominated her last night and then this morning and then continued to dominate her in the shower even though Xiang wasn’t even in the shower with her!
As Rylie brushed her teeth, she remembered she’d asked Xiang not to tell her sister, Fang, about kicking Rylie’s ass. Xiang had not agreed to refrain from doing that. Instead, Xiang had made Rylie apologize for not calling her Mistress.
It was so frustrating! Rylie had appealed to Xiang in order to avoid possible humiliation. What did she get for her trouble? More humiliation! And no assurance at all that Xiang would not tell her sister.
If Xiang told her sister she had kicked Rylie’s ass and then Fang asked follow up questions and found out the exact circumstances….
The conversation played out in Rylie’s mind as she brushed.
Xiang: “Guess what, Fang? I kicked my friendship companion’s ass.”
Fang: “I doubt it, sister. I see no bruises on her face.”
Xiang: “No, not her face, I kicked her ass. Her actual American ass.”
Fang: “In what way? Describe the circumstance or I say you are a liar.”
Xiang: “It was while I was in bed while the American slut knelt and licked my uplifted asshole. I was laying on my back and simply kicked her ass over and over with my heels as she kept licking my ass. I am training her so well. I can now kick her ass even as she licks my asshole. No problem. Very sexy.”
Fuck!
That imaginary conversation sounded fucking terrible!
If Fang found out, would she tell Aspen? She at least might.
Rylie damned her luck. She somehow got the bad twin. Aspen got the good one. Aspen and Fang were probably having a grand old time, baking cookies and talking about guys they knew.
Rylie finished brushing, rinsed, and then crossed her arms and glowered at the mirror.
She was mad at herself. Yes, for submitting to Xiang, but that was old news. Sort of old news. Ongoing news, she guessed. But she should not be pissed off that Aspen got the good twin. She should be happy for Aspen.
What would have happened to Aspen if she’d been stuck with Xiang? Rylie knew she was stronger and more serious than Aspen. She had a better head on her shoulders. Not as far as intelligence. More like common sense. Thinking before speaking. Looking ahead to where things would lead instead of only living in the moment as Aspen often did.
Rylie had fallen prey to Xiang. How much worse would it have been for Aspen? Then again, could it be worse than this?
Rylie had licked an asshole! So many licks. And taken an ass kicking. So many kicks. And stuck her tongue up Xiang’s ass!
Worst of all, Rylie orgasmed while doing it. It would maybe be understandable if Xiang was licking her pussy or rubbing it or whatever. But Rylie had cum without any direct contact!
She had absolutely never cum that way before. And despite the lack of contact, it was a huge orgasm.
Rylie guessed it was good she was stuck with the evil twin. Better her than Aspen. Fuck, if Rylie was already calling Xiang Mistress and letting Xiang call her a slave, where would Aspen be? Probably on a flight to China to spend the rest of her life as a lesbian sex slave!
Rylie was taking the evil twin for the Rylie and Aspen team. She was taking it on the chin for the team. And taking it on the ass. All those spanks and kicks.
In a way, it was fair. No, not Xiang. That bratty bitch was the exact opposite of fair! But Rylie had only had to take the two tattoos as part of her friendship companion contract. Poor Aspen had those terrible piercings in her nipples, ones that seemed to make them incredibly sensitive. Like, who the hell wanted that much pleasure?
Aspen had gone out of her way and got a second tattoo in a show of support for Rylie. Aspen had not had to do that. She did it because she was a great friend and had spirit. Aspen was a great team member on the Rylie and Aspen team.
Fine then. Rylie had the bad twin. No, the fucking evil twin. She needed to deal with it. It was good that Aspen was baking cookies and maybe making a wonderful friend with the other twin.
Mm. But was she? Rylie recalled that both twins had seemed alarmingly insensitive and even hostile when Caihong introduced her twin granddaughters to Rylie and Aspen.
But there was no way Fang could be as bad as Xiang. That kind of evil had to be rare. It would be like lightning striking the same tree twice if both twins were that evil.
Xiang had claimed last night that she’d sent the video of Rylie humping Ouyi the stuffed animal to her sister, but Rylie had not completely believed her. She thought Xiang was only trying to humiliating her. But what if Xiang really had sent Fang that video?
It would mean it didn’t matter if Xiang told Fang about how she “kicked” Rylie’s ass. And then maybe told Fang that Rylie licked Xiang’s ass. Fang might already know, and even possess proof, that Rylie was a slut. An American slut.
Which would in turn mean that Fang may have communicated something about it to Aspen. Or, God forbid, showed Aspen the proof!
Rylie felt like shrugging angrily. She could not know for sure until she knew. She would know when she saw Aspen at dinner. There was no way it would not show on Aspen’s face.
She was clean and brushed, both her teeth and her hair. She was still damp from the steamy shower. She had no clothes. Her “Mistress” did not want her wearing clothes. Bitch.
Rylie felt a little better using internal sarcasm towards the term Mistress and thinking of Xiang as a bitch. She was coming back to herself! She was normalizing!
But she still had that awful tattoo just above her hairless pussy. “SLUT.”
She used to think the tattoo was so inaccurate. She’d joked about it! Now? Not so much. It did not seem as inaccurate, at the least. It certainly was no joking matter.
She looked at herself in the mirror, more specifically than when she was brushing her teeth and then her hair. She could see why Xiang wanted her naked all the time now that she knew Xiang was a fucking lesbo.
Rylie wasn’t vain, but she wasn’t blind either. She was a beauty. Going naked made her much sexier than when she wore clothes.
She felt sexy. Because she was naked? Or was it because she was naked because that was what Xiang wanted. If Xiang wanted her naked, then Xiang thought she was sexy, and that might make Rylie feel sexy. Sort of seeing herself through someone else’s eyes or desire.
Or did she feel so sexy from all the recent sex? Her body felt tuned in to sex. Actually, with the way her body was moist from shower steam, she looked like she’d just had sex. Which she guessed was pretty much true. Less than an hour earlier she had her tongue up an asshole as she experienced a contactless orgasm.
Her cheeks were flushed and full of color. Maybe she looked like someone about to have sex? Someone turned on, feeling the passion, and about to act on it?
Was that look… deceptive? Or was it possibly accurate?
Was she about to have more sex? It was sort of awesome that she did not know. It was up to Xiang. That was the thing when you were submissive. You could not resist sex. It was not up to her if she had sex.
That had to be bad!
And yet… it was awesome! It was exciting. Like being in a bad neighborhood, feeling alone and helpless, and each time you turn a corner you don’t know what you’ll walk into. It was both scary and exciting. Together, they made it awesome.
She was not going to act on passion. That was up to Xiang. But did she feel passion? Yes. How couldn’t she? That crouching orgasm, hidden tongue in ass orgasm was amazing. Unprecedented. Rylie swore echoes of that orgasm still swished through her, vibrating her spine and blurring her thoughts.
Xiang had said Rylie would have an important duty at breakfast. What could it be? Rylie was already set to cook breakfast and clean up after breakfast. She was a “friendship companion” and, as it had since turned out, that meant she was both a servant of many hats and a sexual partner.
Partner. Ha! Not a “partner.” Okay, a sexual… punching bag? Kicking her ass? A slut?
Yes. A paid for sex slut.
Rylie sighed. It sure was funny the strange twists and turns of life!
Rylie furrowed her brows, staring into her eyes in the mirror. She just bet the “important duty” was something sexual. What else could it be?
How did she feel about that?
She disliked Xiang. Really, dislike was probably minimizing it. Xiang was a spoiled bitch and she was mean!
Rylie was not a lesbian. She was not a lesbian!
She thought it was terrible how Xiang treated her. Terrible in and of itself but nigh disastrous if Aspen found out, let alone if Rylie’s family and her other friends found out. It was extremely risky for her reputation.
All that said… or thought… Rylie knew whatever the “important duty” was, she would do it. Even if it was sex. Anything. She knew it. She felt it.
She would do it because a big part of her wanted to do it. Not because of the contract or money in the future or anything constructive like that. Not for any reason she could interpret as somehow healthy and understandable. She would do it for its own sake.
No matter what it was. What could that be?
How the fuck could she know she would do it when she did not even know what it was? Worse, how on Earth could she look forward to it like she suddenly did when she did not even know what it was?
But how bad could it be?
She had licked and tongued asshole! It could not be worse than that. She’d done that, whatever came next could not be worse, and so she would do whatever it was.
Scary! Worrisome!
She was looking forward to it. Not all of the dampness between her legs was from shower steam.
