As Rylie licked further down on Xiang’s foot, the previously licked sections, first her toes and then the ball of her foot, slid along over her eyebrows and forehead and hairline.
Wet foot. Wet from her spit.
This foot licking was getting messy!
And intense. She was leaned forward while sitting on her calves, her hands nearly in her lap. Which was to say they’d creeped nearly to their goal, Rylie’s pussy.
Xiang’s other foot rubbed along the side of Rylie’s face, like a hand affectionately fondling an obedient puppy head after the puppy successfully returned with a fetched ball.
But Rylie had not returned. She did not feel like she was going anywhere or getting anywhere other than ever deeper into degradation. And doing what she was doing, sucking toes and licked a foot, was not Rylie’s idea of success. It was sexual and social failure!
Rylie hated that she was confirming Xiang’s low opinion of her. The more she obeyed, the more it seemed she was what Xiang said she was. An American slut.
Xiang’s unsucked toes (or not yet sucked toes) dexterously twiddled at Rylie’s earlobe, even managing to capture it and jerk it a little.
Rylie was highly aware those were dirty toes, ones that had just walked around on the floor. And Rylie was clean after her shower!
Rylie felt like a hot mess. It was humid and messy under the little table and she felt incredibly hot. She felt hottest in between her legs.
How hot was she? Maybe she should check her heat with her fingers.
Oh, that was a troublesome prospect. What if she started checking her heat and just never stopped? It sounded like a recipe for failure. Most especially because she was so heated from licking up Xiang’s yummy toes and foot.
Oh, geez, oh no. She had just thought of licking Xiang’s toes and foot as “yummy.” Not just bearable or not as bad she would have thought. Fucking “yummy?”
Xiang’s unlicked foot crowded in front of Rylie’s face. She pulled her licked foot back, but only a little. Rylie could still lick it by leaning further forward. Rylie knew what Mistress Xiang was doing. Mistress Xiang was communicating what she wanted, her expectations, and she was waiting to see if she had Rylie well trained enough or horny enough to rush to meet her expectation.
Rylie knew it was one thing to take an order and then obey it. Reluctantly! A verbal order. But it was another thing to give to your persecutor what she wanted without an order and only because it was what Mistress Xiang wanted.
Rylie knew Xiang was testing her and it was a test she should eagerly fail Xiang and help herself by not giving Xiang what she wanted.
Rylie also knew something else.
She was going to do it anyway.
As her Mistress wanted and as she immediately also wanted quite simply only because her Mistress wanted it, Rylie switched feet.
Before she had only licked one foot. She had just doubled her number of oral foot lovers!
She licked all over the sole of Xiang’s foot first. There was no plan. It was the first part of Xiang’s foot that she reached with her mouth.
She heard Mistress Xiang chuckle. No doubt both from the sensations Rylie’s mouth delivered and with her latest triumph over Rylie.
Rylie hated her!
But… Rylie licked faster.
Xiang moved her licked foot down. At first, Rylie thought she was resting it. But not, it was up to mischief!
The damp foot tapped lightly yet somehow demandingly on Rylie’s left knee.
Xiang inquired teasingly, “How are you doing down there?”
As if her Mistress cared!
Well, she cared enough to ask but Rylie knew it was only to mock Rylie and only because Mistress Xiang wanted her to break down and rub her pussy.
Rylie was starting to want that same thing. If she were alone, she would be fingering her pussy, no doubt. Then again, if she was alone and wasn’t being treated such a healthy serving of foot, toes, and humiliation, she would not feel so much like fingering herself.
Fuck! She just kept getting more turned on! And-and… licking feet!
Xiang jabbed her wet toes, toenails first, into Rylie’s side, “Answer your Mistress, slave!”
Ouch! Her Mistress was such a bitch!
And now Mistress Xiang was just out and out calling her “slave.” No more hinting around! That was some bullshit!
Rylie preferred being called American slut. She never thought she’d have thought such a thing, but there it was. Maybe she was a slut. She was definitely American. But she was not a slave!
She hoped she never would be a slave. She wished she felt enough confidence to be certain of that instead of only hopeful. Wasn’t slavery abolished? She should be safe. Right?
But it was true, she should have answered her Mistress. She was only a slut and her Mistress had asked her a question. The thing was… to answer… she had to stop licking foot. It was so addictive!
“I’m doing okay, Mistress.”
Xiang’s mocking laugh tinkled, “Are your hands on your pussy yet?”
“No, Mistress.” Ah ha! So there! Rylie wins one for Rylie!
“But you wish they were on your pussy, don’t you?”
Damn. The game wasn’t over, was it?
This was low. The lowest. Her Mistress asked her a question and obviously wanted her to be honest. But honesty would sell herself out!
Rylie bet her Mistress would have no issue with lying to her. No qualms at all. She might even brag about it to her twin! But Rylie was also sure the rules were different for a slut like her. She was supposed to tell her Mistress the truth. Rylie’s own nature worked against her. She was an honest broker. She sought the truth and spoke the truth.
She just could not lie. Even when telling the truth was not good for her. She could lie, if she had to, somewhere else to someone else. But not when she was so low down under a table and feeling so low and submissive, and not to her Mistress.
Mistress Xiang did not have to tell her. Rylie sensed the new commandment: Thou Shalt Not Lie to Thine Mistress.
“It’s true, Mistress. I do want to rub my pussy.”
She had confessed. She realized her confession of wanting to do it was just as bad as actually doing it.
Xiang knew that same thing, “I knew you wanted to even before you said it. You know you want to. You just said it. Why resist doing it? A slut like you deserves a reward for the pleasing licking of her Mistress. Stop resisting and do it. When you do, it means you agree to stop resisting your Mistress ever again. It is unseemly in a slave. Tell me when you are rubbing your pussy.”
More slave talk!
And a certain amount of sense. Why was she resisting doing what both her Mistress and she wanted her to do? Something about her freedom?
What the fuck? It did not feel like she had freedom anyway. She had nothing to lose. Or maybe everything?
Xiang lowered her left foot a little and then shoved her toes against Rylie’s lips. Rylie cooperatively licked them.
Mm. Tasty toes. The genuine taste of floor. The taste of humiliation. Service to her Mistress. Mmm.
Xiang’s previously licked foot slid up Rylie’s left thigh, ran into her hand there, poked it with her toenails, and then kicked it lightly.
It was like Xiang’s foot was trying to herd Rylie’s hand into the pussy pen.
Rylie knew what it meant you got herded. You got slaughtered! Xiang was trying to slaughter her freedom!
Xiang pushed Rylie’s hand higher. It seemed easy for Xiang, like Rylie’s hand had no resistance. Like Rylie’s hand wanted to be herded.
Rylie’s left hand plopped down on her pussy.
Rylie felt the tiniest surge of defiance. Ha! The joke was on Xiang! Rylie only used her right hand to self-pleasure.
At least up until then….
Rylie sucked thoughtfully on a tasty Mistress Xiang toe.
Perhaps Mistress Xiang’s foot had not herded Rylie’s hand to a slaughter. Perhaps it was more like a milking… if the milk was pussy juice….
Xiang sing-songed, “I know something you don’t know. I know you’re going to rub that pussy, rub that pussy, rub that pussy. You’re going to rub that slave pussy. This is how a slave it made, slave it made, slave it made.”
There it was, outright! Xiang was taunt-singing claiming that if Rylie rubbed her pussy, she would become a slave. Or at least more slave-like.
Did she think that would motivate Rylie to do it? It should motivate her to not do it!
Rylie already felt far too slave-like. She was slaving over and slavering on Xiang’s toes! She was kneeling under a fucking little table, in the nude, sucking on toes!
Rylie had to admit, she was one turned on slavishly slavering American slut.
Who knew being slave-like could be so lust-inspiring?
But would she truly become a slave if she rubbed her pussy? She’d done it many times in the past. Not a slave!
But this did feel different. It did feel like she’d become, if not a slave, closer to becoming a slave. It sounded like Mistress Xiang would think of her as a slave. Rylie knew she should not do anything to encourage that line of thinking. It was dangerous for her when she felt this loose and this submissive.
Xiang cajoled, “You adore your Mistress’s toes, as the adorable slutty American slave you are. But I will let you do more if you rub your pussy. I will let you use your mouth to serve your Mistress’s pussy.”
Mistress Xiang thought that would get Rylie to do it? The prospect of licking her hairy Chinese pussy?
Xiang should want that. Not Rylie!
But once the idea of it was planted in her head, it took ferocious root. Rylie really wanted to lick Mistress Xiang’s pussy. Rylie thought she was doing such a great job of sucking on toes. But she could do an even better job pleasing her Mistress if her Mistress allowed her to lick her pussy and suck her pussy lips and suckled her clitoris.
Rylie had worked so hard on the feet. She did deserve a tasty reward!
Mistress Xiang had so expertly dominated her, with words and mockery and attitude and feet. Mistress Xiang deserved her fair reward for treating Rylie so unfairly in such a sexy fashion.
Rylie had to get her mouth on Mistress Xiang’s pussy!
Whatever it took!
In this case, Rylie hooked two fingers of her left hand into her pussy.
Ahhh! Anything that felt that good had to be the right decision!
Rylie gasped open-mouthed with Xiang shoving the toes of her left foot, several of them, further into Rylie’s mouth, forcing Rylie’s head back, turning her moans into a moan-gurgle of discomfort even as pleasure soared through her.
Xiang’s other foot pressed rhythmically on Rylie’s masturbating hand, like Xiang was the one pumping Rylie’s fingers into her pussy. Xiang was foot-pumping them.
Rylie felt a surge of pleasure and a surge of vindication. She was not really masturbating! This was sex! She wasn’t a slave. Of course not!
Xiang did not see it that way, “I feel your slave hand rubbing your slave pussy. That’s a good lusty slave. Americans are so lustful. So emotional. So easy to manipulate. Grandma Caihong said our American friendship companions would help us learn how to manipulate Americans and to understand how easy they are to get to do anything. Grandma was so right. I am learning much and all of it confirms my low opinion of Americans.”
Oh no! She had betrayed America and herself!
But her hand! Her fingers! They felt so good! And Xiang’s toes! They tasted so wonderful!
Xiang jacked her right foot on top of Rylie’s masturbating left hand and thrust her left foot, now all five toes were in Rylie’s wide-open mouth, deeper along the top of Rylie’s tongue.
Rylie made an extended gah sound, like at the doctor’s office with a tongue depressor on her tongue. The biggest, heaviest, tastiest tongue depressor ever!
Xiang sounded thoughtful, “Perhaps at the end of the friendship companion contract, I will take you back to China and show you off to the friends in my wealth circle. I will show them what we can do with Americans. To Americans. I will show them how Americans can be useful to us. Why have so many Chinese slaves? They can work in the factories while American sluts fill the ever-growing ranks of sex slaves in China.”
Mistress Xiang was joking!
She was, right?
Xiang pulled her toes free of Rylie’s mouth. She moved that foot down and lightly kicked Rylie’s right hand.
“As they say on the ships, all hands on deck. In this case, both slave hands onto the slave’s own pussy.”
Rylie put her right hand to work. She let it take over top duty. Her left hand spread her labia and her right hand slid two fingers up her pussy. But they didn’t just sit around as Rylie sat on her legs. They thrust. They fucked.
Rylie marveled, unable to focus her eyes. Her slave hands were making her slave pussy feel so fucking good!
“Get your treat, slave.”
Rylie dimly noted Mistress Xiang had switched from calling her American slut to calling her simply “slave.” But it did not seem important or maybe it did not strike Rylie as inaccurate. There was no need to correct her Mistress. Her Mistress sure seemed like she knew what she was doing!
Rylie did hungrily note the sight of Mistress Xiang’s hair pie on offer. No, it was not an offer. Her Mistress told her to get it. That was an order. That meant Rylei had to do what she wanted to do!
Rylie nuzzled her face in between Xiang’s spread fat thighs, so strangely large on her small body. Rylie kept nuzzling in until her mouth was on target. Rylie’s fingers nuzzled in her own pussy. They nuzzled hard! They nuzzled again and again!
Rylie licked desperately, feeling hungrier than she’d ever felt in her life. Hungry for pussy, hungry for good, hungry for ever deeper submission.
Hunger for slavery?
Xiang moaned and sighed for a time but then had something to say, “You will like being a slave in China. Or not. That will not matter. But you will like it. Slaves want to be slaves because, once they are taught what they are, they understand it is where they need to be and they are what they must be.
“America is sometimes so concerned over immigration. Too many coming into country even though it is the best and brightest of other countries. Theft of intellectual talent! No one wants to immigrate to China. That is a problem. Variety is the spice of life. I would not want only Chinese slaves. Very boring!
“I, Xiang, will do my part to help America through the emigration of American beauties from America to China. And then to help China, the wealthy of China, with additions of American slaves.”
The more Rylie heard Xiang talk about slaves, and slavery, and Rylie being a slave, the more Rylie thought her Mistress was serious!
Xiang had other ideas, “You will be a sample product I show to other privileged of the wealthy ruling class. You will be living example of what can be done with American soft mind and American sexy body. I will teach you many tricks. You perform them for anyone I say. I will loan you out for nights and weekends to others. Why not? You are only the first. The first American slave. I have other slaves already.”
Holy fucking Christ on toast! Mistress Xiang really was serious about slavery!
But what could Rylie do about it right then? She had to lick this pussy. She had to rub her pussy.
So… later?
But Mistress Xiang would still be her Mistress and that meant Rylie would have to do anything Mistress Xiang told her to do, so….
Rylie wondered. Was she already a slave?
Xiang groaned, and then said, “It is most arousing to make a slave. You will never know how it feels. But you now know how it feels to be made into slave! I will soon cum. Suck it up, American slave and also make sure to cum with your Mistress.”
Rylie worked hard to please her Mistress, harder now with her soft tongue, and worked her fingers harder into her soft pussy. She had direction, she had a mission, she had to make her Mistress cum and herself also.
Rylie was doing all the work, making them both cum, but she supposed that was right and proper for how a Mistress and her slave should be.
Xiang groaned again and clarified, “When you cum, keep in mind you only cum for your Mistress. Slaves are not to be selfish! The life of a slave, your life, is to serve your Mistress and serve those superior to you which is everyone other than other slaves. For instance, your friend Aspen may soon be a slave just like you, if she is not already.”
Aspen? What was going on with Aspen?
What if Rylie did not get the evil twin? What if they were both evil?
Maybe twins in China were different. Maybe they were always both good or both evil.
“I am about to cum! Make yourself cum, slave, but keep in your mind as you cum that you cum for me and you do it only for me, all for me!”
How was Rylie supposed to do that? She couldn’t usually think at all while cumming. But she’d have to try. Her Mistress had ordered her to do it and that made it important.
Rylie sucked on Xiang’s clitoris and Xiang went stiff, shaking and huffing. Rylie’s Mistress was climaxing!
Rylie jammed her fingers deep into her pussy, held them there, and flicked at her clitoris with her thumbnail.
She was cumming! She was joining her Mistress! She was cumming for her Mistress!
All for Mistress Xiang!
She would do anything for Mistress Xiang! Cum for her! Move to China! Be a slave for her!
Anything for Mistress Xiang! That was a the best a slutty slave could hope to do!
Rylie orgasmed so hard that her body convulsed and she smacked the back of her head against the underside of the little table, lifting it a little. Rylie’s leg muscles spasmed and her legs spread smacking against the table legs.
Mistress and slave rode out extended orgasms.