Xiang was already in the kitchen/dining room. She sat at the little table and paid attention to her smartphone. Rylie wasn’t sure if Xiang was texting, looking at the news, or maybe playing a game.
Rylie did not like a smartphone anywhere near her while she was nude. All of them could take photos! And all of them could take video!
Possible pics or video of Rylie in the nude, sporting a bare pussy and a big colorful tattoo of “SLUT” just above her pussy. That would be sooooo compromising.
Did it even matter, though? Xiang already had video of Rylie humping a stuffed animal. That fucking bright orange orangutan. Ouyi. She had never thought she’d have a stuffed animal for a lover!
If it was up to her, she would have chosen… maybe… a stuffed hedgehog? Or an elephant?
Not an orangutan! And not a stuffed animal that was bright orange.
So why should she even care if Xiang took pics or video of her in the nude cooking breakfast? For the principle of the matter?
Her principles felt pretty damn downtrodden!
Rylie realized she thought of her lack of clothes as nudity now, instead of as being naked. She really was feeling it. That sense of imminent sex. A dark eagerness. Not a bright and happy eagerness she’d felt with good boyfriends she had crushed on in the past and knew one was on the way over to visit her and would expect sex.
This was a dark eagerness. Very dark.
She had that sense of imminent sex but it turned out to be off. It was not that imminent.
Rylie had to make breakfast and Xiang told her in an offhand distracted, face in her smartphone manner, what she expected. Holy fuck! Like five items for breakfast! Like she thought Rylie was a fry cook at a waffle place.
Rylie sweated over the stove. She was very aware that Xiang kept the smartphone held up and more or less in between her and Rylie. Was the bratty bitch recording her? Rylie really did not know.
What could she do? Ask her? If she was recorded then it was almost instantly too late to do a damn thing about it. Xiang already had images of Rylie nude and tattooed. And cooking breakfast like a slutty servant. And video of her last night while she orgasmed on a stuffed animal.
She brought a plate of food over and set it down on the little table. That got Xiang’s full attention, but in a negative way.
“Really Rylie? Is that how you serve your beloved Mistress? No no no, American slut. Presentation is important. Each meal that we are alone together, bring the food on a plate such as this, and present it by kneeling on one knee and uplifting the plate while at the same time bowing your head, awaiting your Mistress’s attention.”
Really!?!
Really Rylie….
Rylie snorted and then made a dramatic sigh. She picked up the plate and knelt on one knee, very conscious of her nudity. She bowed her head, her view now of Xiang’s legs. She could not keep her eyes from darting to Xiang’s dark nest of pubic hair.
Xiang’s pussy. Rylie’s face was in there not that long ago. She felt sure her face would end up in Xiang’s pussy pie again. She felt it. She had no doubt. She knew she would not resist effectively enough. She might resist. She might not resist. But either way, it would end up happening.
Rylie licked her lips and then felt self-conscious about doing it. Good thing the plate was in between her face and Xiang’s.
Rylie felt a need to negotiate. She was willing, sort of willing, to go down on Xiang. The Chinese wealth princess was a total bitch but licking her pussy was still a delight no matter how unhealthy the diet.
If only Xiang would be satisfied with, say, one pussy licking per night. Or one for each of them. In an equal fashion. Rylie could survive the six months with her personality and self-esteem intact. Mostly.
Why did Xiang have to be so hard on her, so mean, so insulting, and cause her so much humiliation? Did Xiang only do that to break Rylie to her will and get her to the point of obedient pussy licking? If only that was so. But Rylie had licked Xiang’s pussy and now her asshole, too, and the degradation was not ebbing, it was flooding.
Rylie did not think Xiang would stop. She suspected it would get worse, not better.
Rylie felt a slight pressure on the plate as Xiang hand-selected an item. Then she heard chewing sounds.
Was she just supposed to keep kneeling on one knee like this, with her head down, as Xiang ate?
She felt Xiang select another item, maybe a chunk of egg or a slice of bacon.
She watched Xiang’s lower half shift in her chair, turning to face Rylie’s face, but it was Xiang’s pussy she was facing.
Xiang slowly spread her legs.
What was Xiang up to? Did she… expect something?
Oh fuck! Xiang must know that Rylie was looking at her pussy. Well, there was nowhere else to look! But Rylie knew she still would have looked at Xiang’s pussy even if there was a small flatscreen monitor down there showing Rylie’s favorite show.
That pussy was on Rylie’s mind and fully in her field of view.
Rylie thought Xiang not only knew she was looking at her pussy, but also knew Rylie was turned on by the sight. Xiang was putting on a pussy show for an audience of one.
Xiang ate a few more items off the held-aloft plate of food. Rylie licked her lips a few more times. Her position was awkward, her arms trembling a little, but her position was not nearly as awkward as her arousal in this situation, and from simply looking at Xiang’s pussy and from knowing Xiang knew she was aroused.
How could Rylie properly deny her pussy-sight arousal if Xiang did not even claim it was true? If Rylie did not deny the truth, then Xiang would take it as truth. But if she suddenly blurted out a denial, without verbal prompting from Xiang, it would only serve as a confirmation. If you denied what was true without anyone even claiming it was true, then it became a truth. Everyone knew that!
Xiang slid a little on her chair and her legs spread a little further. Was that accidental?
Rylie bet that wasn’t accidental. But it was hard to think while plate-lifting and while staring at a pussy. She had a better view now. Or worse because of greater detail, depending on your point of view.
Rylie bet Xiang’s position shift wasn’t accidental.
Xiang kept selecting items off the plate. Rylie could hear her chewing.
Rylie kept staring at Xiang’s pussy. It was the only show in town.
What was Xiang trying to do? What did she expect?
Did Xiang think Rylie would just lean forward and start licking her pussy?
Could Xiang really expect that!?!
No, really, did she?
Rylie would not do that on her own. Xiang would have to order her! What kind of newly submissive young woman did Xiang think she was? Rylie was the kind that needed orders!
Rylie did not lick pussy of her own volition. She only enjoyed pussy licking if she was made to do it, ordered to do it. So there!
Xiang slid a little further down in the chair. Her knees approached each other and then swung open, like knee pendulums, and then were held open, wider than before.
Was Xiang teasing her? Mocking her?
Did Xiang know that Rylie wanted to lick her pussy?
Wait, did she want to lick Xiang’s pussy?
It was getting warm and steamy under the hot plate of breakfast food.
Xiang said, “I forgot my manners. I’m being a poor hostess. Are you hungry? Would you like to eat?”
Was Xiang talking about actual food or was she talking about something else?
Rylie cleared her throat, “I could eat….”
There. She had not committed. She’d left it open-ended. It wasn’t clear what she could or could not eat. Rylie could not help adding in her head, “…your pussy if you order me to do it.”
Obviously, she could not ask for an order. That would ruin it. And even more obviously, she could never admit she wanted to lick Xiang’s pussy. That would spell ruin!
Never let the Chinese wealth princess dominating you know that you like it. Though granted, the stupid orgasms kept giving it away.
Xiang teased, clearly enjoying her game, “There is a special menu only for you. It isn’t written down. It’s in my head. There are only two items on it. Or maybe eleven. Or thirteen.”
Jesus, thought Rylie, make up your mind about the menu all in your mind.
And, ah, tell me more about the menu items….
Fuck, was she salivating now? While she looked at Xiang’s pussy?
Damn it. She was.
Xiang illuminated, “Every item on the menu is Chinese. I know you like Chinese food.”
Rylie saw where this was going!
But she did not understand how there was more than one item on the menu. The tasty item she was staring at.
“One item is the main breakfast course,” as Xiang said that, she lifted her hips. Thanks for the hint, Xiang!
Xiang continued after a pause, “But you need to feast on the appetizers first.”
Appetizers?
Rylie was hungry. Stomach hunger and hunger for something sexual, something nasty, maybe something humiliating.
Rylie had new appetites in the strange land of the Chiu estate. Xiang was making her acquire tastes she knew were not good for her!
But hunger was hunger and it demanded satisfaction.
“Set the plate on the table. Then crawl under the table.”
Jesus. Well, at least she did not have to keep lifting the plate.
Rylie did as ordered. She obeyed, was aware of her obedience and Xiang’s command over her, and she flushed with color, embarrassed and excited.
Then she was crammed under the table. How humiliating! But she also felt hidden from Xiang’s watchfulness, which was some kind of relief. She also felt oddly at home like this even though it was new to her. It felt like she belonged there.
She knew that feeling did not bode well. She knew that feeling was not healthy. But you felt what you felt and that was the way it was.
She was staring at Xiang’s pussy again when Xiang said, “Get your appetizers.”
Xiang’s knees drew together, close enough to send the message that her pussy was not an appetizer. But then….
Rylie looked around. Motion caught her eyes.
Xiang was wiggling her toes. All ten of them.
Oh.
Oh, fuck no!
That was weird!
Xiang expected her to… with her toes?
“Keep in mind, stupid American slut, these appetizers are not to be chewed or bitten. Proper technique requires licking and sucking. This is a great delicacy among the sluts of the world.”
Rylie did not want to lick toes!
Rylie did want to lick Xiang’s pussy.
She had to have the appetizer to get to the main course.
For all she knew, she had to have the appetizer and then the main course in order to have some actual real breakfast. Fuck, was she hungry!
Xiang’s toes did look sort of cute. But damn! Xiang was walking all over the place in bare feet before breakfast! Xiang had not even showered yet. Those toes must have floor dirt on them and whatever else from all of yesterday.
Rylie knew if she licked those toes she would be licking a lot more than only toes.
Rylie also knew it wasn’t “if.” It was when and when was right away.
Goddamn fucking Chinese food! Alright, a submissive friendship companion had to do what she had to do. But she would not like doing it! She drew the line at that. Lots of people followed orders they did not want to or were even against. But liking it would be very bad.
Rylie reached down and grasped Xiang’s right foot.
Xiang jerked it out of her hands, “No use the hands, American slut. I did not approve that. Only your slutty mouth and tongue are needed.”
Even more debasing! Rylie could not lift the foot and suck on the toes as was prim and proper. She had to get her face almost down to the floor.
Xiang did prop her feet up on their heels, her toes rising at an angle. Oh, great, that way Rylie could lick their undersides, the dirtiest parts.
Nothing for it.
Rylie heard the sounds of Xiang going back to eating. Chewing and gulping up there above the tabletop, up there in the land of full-fledged humans.
Rylie was so hungry! She felt the added hunger. The darker foreign hunger caused by this foreign dominant.
Rylie licked toes. Her lips jumped from toe to toe like an electric current arcing. Rylie felt the electricity.
They tasted like toes. The taste of humiliation.
Xiang said in a distracted by-the-way don’t-really-care fashion, “If you’re looking for something for your hands to do, I think you know what they want to do, so just go ahead. If you want to.”
Oh, really? Her hands wanted to go to her pussy? And exactly how did Xiang know that?
How did Xiang know that before Rylie knew that.
Damn Xiang for not ordering her to do it. Xiang had told her to do it if she wanted to do it. That was bad! That made it hard to do. That made doing it into a confession.
Well then, she simply would not do it. Ha! She would make Xiang order her to do it. Yes! That was a good plan. That way she would get to do what she wanted to do, avoid confessing a damn thing, and she’d be the one manipulating for a change. She would manipulate Xaing into ordering her to do it.
Brilliant!
In the meantime, she would lick these toes. It wasn’t so bad now that she’d gotten most of the “flavor” off them. Actually… it was kind of sexy. The way she was down here, a human toe cleaner, abasing herself, licking toes for God’s sake.
She guessed she could see how some people were into this. So she’d heard. Not her!
Xiang moaned at times, in between chews. So she must be one of those people who was into this kind of thing! What an embarrassing fetish! Or was it? She was getting her toes licked. It sounded like it felt pretty good. No one had ever licked Rylie’s toes but she could imagine how it would feel and why Xiang liked it.
She guessed it probably was not at all embarrassing to the one getting her toes licked. It was only humiliating for the toe licker. How did the toe licked get the toe lickers to lick them?
She knew in her case!
Surely none of them licked toes because they liked to lick toes.
Or did they? It was getting a little confusing, a little blurry for Rylie. She was aroused. Licking toes had not put a stop to her arousal. She thought it should have.
The real concern was that she felt even more aroused now than when she started licking Xiang’s toes.
Was it because of Xiang’s sexy moans?
Was it because Rylie’s submissive arousal, once it started, would build until it was satisfied?
Was it because of the terrible yet sexy way that Xiang humiliated her and verbally dominated her?
None of that would be good news but any of them would be preferable to her getting turned on by toe licking.
Rylie did not want to be a foot freak! Ever for anyone, let alone for a bitchy bratty Chinese wealth princess.
She had better do something different. Enough with the toe licking. Time to start toe sucking.
She sucked a pinky toe.
Mm.
Then the next toe.
Mm.
Then the middle toe. Hey, it turned out there was still plenty of flavor left in between the toes!
Mm.
Ugh, what was that flavor?
She sucked again on that middle toe.
Mm.
It was not a good flavor. It was not the kind of flavor that should be in a mouth.
Mm. Suck. Slurp.
And yet… she wanted more of it….
Mm. Mm. Mm.
She was spending too much time on this toe! What would Xiang think?
Rylie moved on to the next toe.
Mm.
Mmmm.
She was sucking on this toe much longer than the first two. Why was that? She just wanted to keep sucking on it. Too true.
Mm.
Mmm.
The more she sucked, the more Xiang moaned. The more Xiang moaned, the more turned on Rylie became.
Mm.
Was that why the toe suckers, those weird stupid deviants, liked it?
Mm. Mmm.
Rylie could understand how they might like it.
Mmm.
Rylie thought she could feel how those twisted fucks liked it.
Mmm. Mmm.
She was really feeling it. She was feeling the way they felt, of course, not the way she felt. She did not feel that way! She was not a freak!
Mm.
But she was feeling it. She barely managed to get her mouth off that fourth toe and only because she knew she could immediately wrap her lips around Xiang’s big toe.
She mouth-engulfed Xiang’s big toe.
Mm. Oh, it was dirty. It had flavor. This was so nasty. It was intense. It made Rylie so hungry in the wrong way. She was hungry to get even hungrier! It made no sense, just like licking and sucking the toes of someone that she hated made sense.
Xiang was also feeling it, “Suck my big toe like stumpy cock, American slut!”
She was, she was! Rylie did not protest that she was an American slut, not even in her mind. When she heard the term American slut now and likely in the future, she would think of herself first. But she did protest Xiang’s lack of accuracy or would have if her mouth was not full of toe. She was sucking the toe!
The proof that she was sucking toe was that her mouth was too full of toe to protest that she was sucking toe. If she could argue her case, she would not have a case.
Well, she would show Xiang. She would suck harder and suck loud and make slurpy sounds. That would convince her Mistress Xiang.
Her Mistress Xiang….
She should not think of her that way but it was understandable. It was hard to deny the bitch was Rylie’s Mistress when Rylie was sucking her toes.
Rylie felt a wave of submissiveness roll over her. It almost felt like a physical wave. She was so low and low down, under a table, sucking a toe, slurping on it, making embarrassing sounds, obeying her Mistress Xiang, doing only what her Mistress wanted and without regard to what she wanted.
Mm. Mmm. Big toe. Tasty big toe.
Mistress Xiang, her bitch of a bratty Mistress, wiggled the toe hard in Rylie’s mouth, making the toenail poke at the roof of her mouth.
It hurt!
Rylie would show her Mistress she was no quitter! She kept her mouth on the toe and sucked even harder. So there! She would take the pain and give the pleasure. She hoped her Mistress was happy now.
Xiang giggled and toenail poked, “Good effort, American slut. Under my guidance, you can be all the slut you can be, all that I want you to be. Much like China should be slave master to America. We two are a small-scale version of that. You are my slave now.”
Slave. What an awful term. Or title. Or circumstance.
But it wasn’t true!
Rylie was sure she was not a slave. But she no longer thought it was impossible. Which was exactly why she should not be down here sucking on Xiang’s toe!
Mm.
But it was so tasty. It wasn’t the taste itself that was tasty. It was the tasty feeling of being so servile, so willing to do anything to please, so ready to obey.
This was dangerous stuff! It felt addictive. Anything this good had to be addictive.
Rylie listened to Xiang’s moans and her own slurps and it drove her near crazy. It made her feel like doing something even as she just wanted to suck on Xiang’s toes forever.
Xiang said, “Yes, the American slut adores her superior’s feet. The slave is ever so eager to serve her Mistress. The slave will do anything at all for her Mistress.”
Rylie claimed in the privacy of her own mind that she would not do “anything at all.” That was too much!
Oh, and she was not a slave. She had better keep pointing that out to herself lest she begin to believe it.
By now, the threat was that she’d begin to believe it more. She felt the idea had taken root in her mind. She could easily uproot it and cast it away. If only she wasn’t so busy sucking toes. She would weed it out later. Sometime.
There were plenty of things she would not do for her Mistress. For instance, she knew Mistress Xiang wanted her to touch herself. Xiang had said Rylie could touch herself. Xiang had said she knew Rylie wanted to touch herself.
Rylie knew Mistress Xiang could not truly know Rylie wanted to touch herself. She was only guessing. It was just a lucky guess!
Rylie also knew that she wasn’t the only one who wanted her to touch herself. It was what Mistress Xiang wanted. Why else talk about it and suggest Rylie do it? That it was not an order only made it all the more devious. Rylie bet any Mistress could order any… “slave”… to rub their own pussy. Too easy. Stupid “slaves” had to do what their Mistress ordered them to do.
Why did Mistress Xiang suggest Rylie wanted to do it and gave Rylie permission to do it?
It must be that Mistress Xiang wanted to further humiliate her by making Rylie respond to getting permission as if she needed permission to do it. Even more humiliation! Wasn’t kneeling under the table and sucking on toes humiliation enough? Guess not for Mistress Xiang!
It was a lot of humiliation. Rylie was really feeling it.
Rylie thoughtfully sucked toe, though she sucked quite energetically, as she thought about the “rub one under the table” dilemma. Maybe humiliation wasn’t the only reason Mistress Xiang was trying to get Rylie to do it only with permission and without ordering her to do it. Maybe Mistress Xiang was trying to make it obvious to Rylie that this, all this, turned her on. Massively. That Rylie was so turned on that she would humiliate herself by rubbing one out under the little table while sucking toes.
It was really Mistress Xiang who wanted Rylie to do it.
Okay, they both wanted it, but for different reasons.
Mistress Xiang’s reason was to manipulate Rylie. She did not suggest it out of the goodness of her arrogant bratty heart! It was diabolical! Mistress Xiang was trying to make Rylie even more submissive!
God no! Not even more! Rylie thought she was already way too submissive. She was sucking on a toe like a baby on a pacifier!
Rylie only wanted to rub herself out of innocent physical need. Just lust. She was practically virginal!
Okay, maybe not that, not so much. And why did she want to do it? Why did she feel the physical need? It was not from touching or romance. Mistress Xiang had not touched her in any arousing fashion and Mistress Xiang was anything but romantic.
The physical lust came from emotional lust.
Damn it.
Rylie realized both of her hands were now on her thighs, about at the middle of her thighs while Rylie knelt on her calves under the table. Rylie had not meant to place her hands there and did not know when they moved there. It made leaning forward to suck toes more awkward, more unbalanced, more physically difficult.
So why had she moved her hands there? It was dangerous to have her hands that close to her needy pussy! It would not usually be dangerous. If she was in private. Then again, she was not usually feeling anywhere close to this much arousal.
Rubbing one out in front of someone, anyone, was humiliating. It seemed downright dangerous in front of a dominant lesbian. Or maybe below her because Rylie knelt on the floor.
Who rubbed their pussy under a fucking table while kneeling under the table? Only a sick freak!
Yeah, and who sucked on toes? Same answer!
She was drooling all over Mistress Xiang’s toe. She felt herself drooling between her legs also.
Why were her hands so independent when she felt anything but independent? She felt intensely submissive. It was hard not to feel that way while sucking toes.
First, her hands moved to her thighs on their own. Then they slipped down to her inner thighs. Maybe to check for dampness? They sure found it. And now they were sliding up her inner thighs! Slip-sliding in the dampness.
Xiang’s other foot was rubbing her cheek!
Mistress Xiang spoke, “Don’t ignore the rest of your Mistress’s foot.”
What? She had to lick the entire foot?
Hey, toes were… but the rest of the foot was….
Oh, fuck it. All the same. All demented. So humiliating. So sexy. What a turn on.
Rylie obediently stopped sucking toe and lapped at the underside of Xiang’s arched back foot, her toes bent back like they were trying to point at Xiang’s knees.
Rylie tasted more “flavor” and felt Xiang’s hot spit-slick toes bopping against her forehead as she licked.
Everything felt even more intense for Rylie. Without intending to, she bounced in her kneel, like her pussy had somewhere to go.
Or maybe like it was excited and expected to receive visitors?
Oh-oh. She had that now-familiar should-not-to-do-it but about to do it feeling.
