Rylie wobbled on her feet.
She was out from under the table. It felt like one Rylie got under that table and a different Rylie emerged half an hour later.
A free independent woman gets under a table. A sex slave emerges half an hour later.
Really Rylie?
Instead of a sarcastic question, it felt like a serious question.
Slavery was not real. There was no slavery anymore.
But was that right? Rylie had heard about human trafficking. That was some kind of slavery, right? But wasn’t that people loaded into railcars or whatever and sent places to work?
Rylie forced herself to think. She hadn’t done nearly enough thinking lately! It was all reacting and feeling and obeying. Fuck that! Lack of thought might be the path to slavery. Fuck that!
Xiang could get away with treating her like a slave at the Chiu mansion. How did Rylie know that? Because Xiang already was!
It sounded like Xiang could get away with anything in China. If she thought she could show off Rylie and talk about her being a slave to all sorts of wealthy Chinese assholes then, if Xiang was serious, she must be confident in getting away with keeping a slave – multiple slaves! – in China.
Simple. Don’t go to China.
Not quite so simple. The location wasn’t the real problem. Xiang was. Or, even more specifically, Rylie herself was the problem. Xiang could only get away with that kind of wild unreal shit if Rylie let her. If Rylie submitted to it.
Which she certainly would not!
Which she so far had….
Didn’t slaves cook and clean for their Masters and Mistresses? Hadn’t Rylie cooked and cleaned?
Yeah, and hadn’t some of that been cleaning toes by mouth?
Yuck! Rylie was startled almost into full passion sobriety remembering the intense foot and toe licking she’d just done. Who was that who did that? Her? Rylie?
No, it was that fucking American slut, the slave named Rylie. Not the real Rylie!
Really Rylie? This time the sarcasm was real.
“Slave. Clean this plate. Clean it in place.”
The plate was on the little table in front of Xiang. There was a little food left on it, a round sausage and a couple of lumps of egg. No bacon left, of course. It looked like Chinese wealth princesses loved bacon as much as American commoners.
Rylie knew what Xiang expected. She just knew it. Despite her strengthening resolve – or had she only resolved to start to strengthen her resolve? – Rylie did not resist.
As she began to bend, Xiang said, “Bend at waist only. We are so formal here.”
Formal? Yeah, right! Rylie was nude and damp with perspiration like she’d just walked out of a sauna. It was a bit like a sauna under that little table. One with the air infused with pussy juice.
Rylie bent at the waist and ended up in a ninety-degree bend, her mouth on the plate. She licked. She guessed this was not nearly as bad as licking toes. But it was bad. Normal people did not do something like this.
Rylie guessed this was maybe the kind of thing kinky sex slaves did.
“No use hands, stupid slave!”
She had reached for the sausage. Oh, no hands. She was such a stupid slave….
She was so hungry, there was no chance she’d try to avoid eating it or the eggs or other bits on the plate. There were a couple short crusts to toast as well.
Xiang made the whole thing worse, or better, or much worse, by stroking Rylie’s ass and then delving between her legs from the rear.
And then adding commentary, “Such a wet slave. That is good. Slaves should be wet and eager to please at a moment’s notice. I think you are dripping. You had great big slave orgasm down there. Biggest orgasm of your life? Maybe? You so love being a slave. You love it. You are it. Slave. My slave.”
Rylie did not love being a slave!
Wait, no, she meant she was not a slave.
Was she dripping? Was that the biggest orgasm of her life?
She wasn’t sure if it was. It was probably the biggest mistake of her life! But was it the biggest orgasm? Rylie searched through her memory. Had she ever been this wobbly, like she was drunk, after an orgasm?
The only orgasm competition to this one were the other ones she’d had with Xiang. This morning. Yesterday. Last night. Only those. No others could hold a candle to her under-the-table toe-sucking fingerfucking orgasm.
It made no sense! Rylie had fingerfucked herself to numerous orgasms over the years. How many since she first started masturbating? It might not be a thousand times, but it had to be close.
How the fuck, how the finger fuck, could the one under the table that just happened be the best one she’d ever had?
It wasn’t even close. It was the best by far.
Did that mean she was one of those foot freaks? Or worse, did it mean she somehow was meant to be a slave?
No! Xiang was getting her head to work against her! Her head was supposed to help her out of this, not convince her that she was a slave!
Rylie ate the food off the plate, like a pig snuffling for truffles, while Xiang slowly, lazily, teasingly fingerfucked her. Rylei could not help moaning from time to time though she tried to stop herself. It was hard not to release a moan when her mouth was already open and she was licking a plate.
Xiang advised, “Do not neglect the utensils. Make them clean with your mouth.”
Rylie had to lick them in place, the fork on the plate clattering as she licked it. The butterknife was next to the plate. Rylie licked butter off it. Xiang “helpfully” flipped it onto its other side so that Rylie could lick that side also.
Xiang added to her humiliation, apparently always looking for ways to do that, by removing her fingers from Rylie’s pussy and then inserting one wet finger up her ass. It was a fast and rough insertion. Rylie grunted but kept licking.
Xiang fingered Rylie’s ass as Rylie licked. Rylie suddenly realized she was licking a plate clear of any food remnants at all and that she’d kept licking it for some time after everything was gone. She stopped and frowned, angry at herself. She straightened but Xiang’s finger in her ass did not. It was crooked in there.
Xiang laughed, “Stupid slave only now realizes she performs so much extra licking. It is good. Strengthen your tongue for new slave duties. You will use your mouth and lips and tongue for slave duties every day from now until you are an old woman. Maybe not always for sex. Once you are no longer pretty, perhaps you will only be a dish cleaner with mouth or maybe a floor cleaner. Who knows, maybe toilet cleaner.”
Xiang was so awful!
She wasn’t serious, was she?
More and more, Rylie thought Xiang was serious. But she was okay. No need to panic. It was all up to her, not Xiang. No one ever became a slave without choosing to become one.
Er, wait, maybe they did. They probably did. They did!
But not in the modern day. Not without the element of surprise. Xiang was openly telling her that she’d be a slave! Who was the stupid one? Xiang! She should have kept her element of surprise.
Rylie would just play along and then, one day, pull the slave rug out from under Xiang.
Xiang pulled her finger out of Rylie’s ass. She held it aloft, “Clean this finger, slave. It will help you get used to the idea of becoming toilet cleaner by mouth one day in your old age.”
!
Rylie looked at the finger. It looked damp but there was no color on it.
She tried to muster willpower to deny her Mistress. Then realized Xiang was her Mistress. Only for now!
She submitted. She leaned down a little and took the finger into her mouth.
She hadn’t seen anything on it, but it sure tasted like a finger that had just left an ass. Rylie felt a lurch in her stomach and wasn’t sure if she should be happy when she tamed it and kept sucking at her Mistress’s finger.
Xiang giggled like the little bitch she was, “Yes, there you go future toilet cleaner by mouth. Get a taste of your future.”
Yeah, well… Rylie ate Xiang’s ass before breakfast so this wasn’t anything so new. So there! You fucking bitch!
Rylie would not dare say those things anywhere other than in her mind. She knew she would have said them just yesterday. But not now.
Holy unholy fuck all. Mistress Xiang was successfully cowing her and taming her, wasn’t she?
It seemed like Mistress Xiang wanted to make her into a slave, was making progress making her into a slave, and Rylie now felt like there was some possible future where she could become one.
That better only be in an alternate reality! Not this one!
Mistress Xiang surprised her, “Today we will go on a short ‘road trip’ as you Americans call it. Is it still a road trip if we only go half an hour away? Answer.”
Mistress Xiang pulled her newly clean finger out of Rylie’s mouth.
“Um, not really, Mistress. A road trip means going somewhere fairly distant. At least a half day away.”
“Fine then. We will go on a short mission. Rejoice, for I have decided to get you a gift.”
A gift? Maybe Mistress Xiang appreciated all the extra effort Rylie had put into this friendship companionship. Granted, Rylei only put in the extra effort because Mistress Xiang forced her, but still, Rylie had worked hard to please her. And Rylie had succeeded, making Xiang orgasm last night and this morning, again and again.
Yes, Rylie thought she did deserve a reward! All the abuse and misuse she’d put up with. Oh, and the way she heroically took those too-big and too-long orgasms. She did deserve a reward!
Xiang swatted her ass three times. Rylie stood there and took it. Did she take it like a slave?
“You must accept the gift from your Mistress and thank her for it.”
“Uh, um, what is the gift?”
“You sound so stupid when you talk! It does not matter what it is. What matters is that your Mistress is giving you a gift. You do not dare refuse it! Show me the gratitude!”
Rylie knew it was true. She did not dare refuse it. Even sight unseen, it would be foolish to refuse it. It would be, right? Xiang was wealthy. It might be a gem!
“I accept your gift, Mistress, and thank you.”
“Good, good. Always be grateful to your Mistress. Even for spanks! Show me now!”
Xiang swatted her ass three times again, but harder now. Youch! It hurt!
Rylie felt heat on her ass, pain heat, and a different kind of heat between her legs. That heat had started under the table and had not cooled all the way down after Rylie’s orgasm. Then her heat had heated up from the humiliation of plate cleaning and utensil cleaning by mouth and from Mistress Xiang fingering her, fis her pussy and then her ass.
Rylie knew that even the sickening act of having to lick Mistress Xiang’s finger clean had further turned her on.
“Thank you for spanking me, Mistress.”
Oh God, had she meant that? She had! She felt actual gratitude! Oh no, had she also turned a little to make her ass an easier target for her Mistress? She had!
Rylie felt like she was in deep trouble. Way out to sea with no land in sight, paddling and dunking and losing willpower.
She could drown in submission. It would not kill her body. Only her spirit. Only the Rylie she knew and took pride in.
“Now promise your Mistress that you will accept your gift no matter what and that you will thank her profusely once you have received it.”
Rylie knew this was not a good sign. Mistress Xiang wanted her to make promises without knowing the full picture. The gift could be anything! It probably was not a gem if Mistress Xiang was trying to get her to pre-promise her acceptance and thanks.
But what could Rylie do? She was swamped with submissiveness. She was starting to drown in it.
“Mistress, I will accept your gift no matter what it is and will be so grateful no matter what it is. I will thank you again and again.”
Xiang looked sly, “Is there a more physical way you would like to thank me if I allow it?”
Rylie thought she knew what her Mistress wanted her to say. That made her want to say it. That made her want to do it. It made her look forward to profusely thanking her Mistress for whatever cursed gift her Mistress had bestowed upon her.
“Mistress, can I please be allowed to thank you by licking your pussy again?”
Oh disaster! Such a low betrayal of herself! Never let the Mistress know how much you adored serving her intimately!
Xiang clapped her hands and laughed with delight, “Your wish shall be granted! Let’s go get your gift. Get dressed. I can’t take you off the estate in the nude as much as I’d like to.”
