Xiang made Rylie drive and seemed to get off on calling Rylie “Chauffeur Rylie.”
Rylie guessed this was just one more servant function while she served as Xiang’s friendship companion. Not as bad as licking ass!
Xiang sat in back like the spoiled wealth princess she was.
Instead of giving the end location, Xiang told Rylie which turns to make, one at a time. Rylie wondered if Xiang did that to get her even more used to taking orders, more automatic about it, or if Xiang wanted to keep the end location a secret from Rylie.
Rylie wasn’t sure which one was worse. She used the driving time to think and assess. At least she wasn’t thinking of Xiang as Mistress Xiang. Not right then. She wondered if she’d go right back to thinking that way if things got sexual again.
No, once they got sexual again.
She thought she would go back to it. Xiang loomed large in her mind.
Rylie used to spend so much time with Aspen. They were almost inseparable. But they were separated now. Xiang had replaced Aspen. Submission had replaced independence.
Rylie did not want to think about the things she’d done or had allowed to be done to her. It wasn’t healthy to think about it. It was repeating defeat. Worse, thinking about it might turn her on!
She needed to think about what had happened as a sum total. It totaled up to exactly… total disaster! A debacle! A sexual demolishing!
Hey, that was almost alliteration! Rylie loved alliteration. But it was not at all helpful right then.
What to do about the disastrous demolishing debacle? That was the essential question.
She could not continue this way. How much submission could she take? Maybe a lot if not for the orgasms. After all, the initial first-time submissions must be the hardest. Surely it was harder, more personally shocking, the first time she had to do things such as lick asshole. Submitting to the same outrageous things would become easier because they would become less outrageous. If you did anything under the sun enough times, it normalized.
The orgasms. They were a big problem because they were big orgasms.
They made submitting addictive. They made submission seem like it was the way she should be. They rewarded her self-betrayal and encouraged more of the same.
She could not do six months of this. She could not survive it. No, she would not die but she would come out the other end of the six months a very different person. She might not be able to do anything without an order! Her whole life might be spent — lost! — in the cause of pleasing her Mistress. A Mistress who was younger than her and a total brat bitch.
She could not do the six months this way and she could not stop the way it was going. Not on her own. She could not give up either. She’d put up with so much, including putting her tongue up and asshole. And other places!
She wanted that money and she wanted Aspen to get her money. Aspen was so determined to make this work. If Rylie gave up, Aspen might not. If she did, she might hold it against Rylie forever. Aspen was no vengeful or grudge-holding but how could she not think about it if Rylie cost her so much money?
If Rylie packed it in and left and Aspen chose to stay, then Aspen would be stuck as a shared friendship companion, split between both twins. Either Fang was the good twin in which case Aspen would then have one evil twin, Xiang, or they were both evil twins and Aspen would be split between two evil twins!
Either way, Rylie could not do that to Aspen. She could not bear to let her down.
Rylie saw only one solution but it was a good one. A powerful one. She had confidence in it.
Caihong. Grandma Chiu. She had signed up Aspen and Rylie to the friendship companion contracts. She had set this all up. She controlled the inheritances for the twins. That meant she had control over the greedy bratty little bitches.
Caihong had specifically told the twins not to “break” Aspen or Rylie. That was good. Caihong did not want them broken. Rylie felt broken! Not physically broken but she felt broken down and broken in. Like she used to be a wild female mustang, whatever the females were called, and now she was saddled with Xiang as her Mistress.
As her alleged Mistress! Just because Xiang called herself Rylie’s Mistress did not mean she was Rylie’s Mistress! Just because Rylie verbally called Xiang Mistress also did not, in any way, mean that Xiang was her Mistress.
Rylie had a plan. Go to Caihong with her concerns. She would have to be graphic. She could not worry about how humiliating it would be to talk about the things that Xiang did to her. She would just bite the shame bullet and do it.
Caihong would put a stop to it. Rylie wasn’t sure exactly how but Caihong was a strong old woman. Sometimes you needed a total bitch on your side! Caihong seemed to be someone the twins respected or were at least sacred of. If Caihong wanted to make Xiang stop acting like she was Rylie’s Mistress and Rylie was a slave, then Caihong would make it happen.
Instead of having to survive six months of this crazy lesbian domination sex, all Rylie had to do was survive Xiang up until dinner time. After dinner, Rylie would have a talk with Caihong about one of her grandchildren being a twisted lesbian freak.
Surviving six or so more hours was a lot better than having to survive six months. Rylie didn’t think she could survive six months. But six hours? That would be easy!
Or… not.
As Xiang called out an exit and then more turns, Rylie had a terrible feeling. She thought she knew where they were going.
She hoped she was wrong. But she followed Xiang’s directions and drove closer and closer to a destination she did not want to reach.
Just when she’d thought the situation could not become more disastrous.
She drove slower and slower, down to a crawl.
Xiang giggled wildly in the back seat, unable to control her amusement.
How could she do this? Wait, what exactly did she plan to do?
Xiang got her laughter under enough control to speak, “No matter how slowly you drive, we will eventually arrive. We are almost there. Do not delay the receiving of your gift.”
Rylie gritted her teeth and put her foot on the gas, rocketing forward and making Xiang bounce around in back. Xiang kept giggling.
Rylie pulled into the gravel parking lot of what she now knew was their destination.
She glared at the sign over the small standalone business.
“DAI LU’S TATTOOS, PIERCING, SPECIALTY SERVICES”
She knew, more or less, but she still asked, “What are we doing here, Xiang?”
“Is that how you address your better?”
Was it? Or was it not? Rylie did not want to call Xiang what Xiang wanted Rylie to call Xiang. But Rylie felt the pull of it. The demand of it. Almost a need to call her Mistress.
Even outside the Chiu estate, it almost felt wrong that she had failed to call Xiang Mistress.
It was humiliating and a bad circumstance. More than that, Rylie felt like it was an indicator for what would happen here at Dai Lu’s. Like if she called Xiang Mistress that she would end up doing, or allowing done, whatever Xiang wanted.
Whatever Mistress Xiang wanted….
Rylie sighed.
“So, what are we doing here… Mistress?”
“Much better. That is the proper way for a slave to speak to her Mistress.”
She was terrible! She was so arrogant!
Rylie shifted her butt around on the driver’s seat, trying to get comfortable, and then realizing she was not uncomfortable, she was turned on. She made herself stop and hoped Xiang had not noticed it.
Xiang. Her Mistress.
“We are here for me to purchase a gift for you. Perhaps two gifts. You see, I am most envious of Fang for having the other American slut. Not for her beauty or her red hair. I like your dark hair and think you are prettier than that other one, though it is quite a close thing.
“My sister has a great big doll collection and the other American slut is like a doll that comes with accessories. Her pierced nipples. Such a big selling point! It likely will make her fetch a higher price at a future slave sale if it so occurs. I do not want my sister to have bragging rights as to how her American slut is more special than mine. Also, it would bother me greatly were we to sell you both one day and she obtained the better price for her slave.”
Her Mistress was off the deep end! Did she really believe Rylie, and even Aspen, could become their slaves? And allow themselves to be sold “one day?”
Less importantly but much more immediately, what about this nefarious plan by Xiang to get Rylie’s nipples pierced? That was not a good gift! That was some bullshit right there!
“I am not—”
“Silence, slave!”
“I’m telling—”
“Silence, slave!”
Rylie gripped the steering wheel hard but held her tongue. What was she supposed to do, keep trying to talk and keep getting cut off? On the other hand, staying quiet was a response, an obedience, when Xiang had called her “slave.”
Mistress Xiang.
Unreal. Fucking unreal. She had a Mistress. Maybe. A Mistress who thought Rylie either was or would be a slave. Xiang’s “joke” about Rylie becoming a slave had gone on too long for it to be a joke. Xiang was serious about it!
Rylie looked forward to telling Caihong. Usually, she would not look forward to talking to the fiery old woman about anything. And usually she would not look forward to talking about how an adult brat had lesbian-dominated her. But once she told Caihong that her granddaughter wanted to make Rylie into a slave, it would be game on. Caihong would unleash on Xiang.
Xiang. Mistress Xiang.
A Mistress who wanted to give Rylie the “gift” of having her nipples pierced!
Xiang would not look or feel so Mistress-y if Caihong reprimanded her, took away her inheritance, or, better yet, took Xiang over her lap and spanked her.
But they weren’t there yet. They were in the parking lot of a tattoo and piercing shop.
After a long enough silence to confirm to all that Xiang had made Rylie obey her, Xiang told her, “There is no need for you to flap your sexy slave lips with what you want to say. I already know what you want to say. I know everything about my slave. You must learn that no one cares what you want to say. Not me and I am the only one who counts. I am your only Mistress. Currently I am your only Mistress.
“Instead of you telling me what you want to say, I will tell you what will happen. We will go into Dai Lu’s. She will pierce you in a most special way. It is one of her specialties. You will look even sexier and you will be sexier. You will have more orgasms and have them more quickly and you will have better orgasms. I and others enjoy slaves who are so very orgasmic. It makes us feel like the best sexiest slaveholder slave-users ever.”
Rylie crossed her arms. When did she get to tell Xiang no?
“I understand Dai Lu administered those tattoos on your body and also the piercings on the other American slut. You met her and know her, not that it matters. This is my gift to you. No charge.”
“I don’t want it!”
“How do you address me?”
“I do not want it… Mistress.”
“What you want does not matter ultimately, but don’t you want to be the best and most desirable slave possible? I will get you there.”
“I am not a slave!”
“What am I to you?”
“I am not a slave, Mistress.”
“The fact you just called me Mistress tells the true story. Your sexy lips otherwise lie.”
Just because she called Xiang Mistress… and obeyed Xiang… did not mean….
Did it?
No! This was America! Rylie was not and would not be a slave!
Xiang filled the pause, “Get out of the car.”
Rylie got out of the car.
Oops. That was like cooperating. It was obedience. It had seemed like no big deal, but now—
Xiang had also exited the car. She snatched the keys from Rylie’s hand and beeped the car’s doors locked with the key fob.
Xiang ordered, “Go inside the shop now, slave.”
The car was locked….
She could not just stand out here in a parking lot….
She had an order from her Mistress….
Oh God, was her pussy getting wet?
Rylie turned, walked, and entered the shop.
The shop had no other customers. Only Dai Lu with an ugly grin on her wrinkled face. She was bald and her head was smooth, a total contrast to her wrinkled face.
Dai Lu and Xiang exchanged greetings and pleasantries though it became not so pleasant when Dai Lu asked about Caihong.
“How is your grandmother?”
“As much of a cunt as ever.”
So much for pleasantries!
Dai Lu nodded like she’d expected that same response, “You and your grandmother are both valued customers. I take no sides. You texted early this morning. You want four works of body art?”
Four? Four!?!
Xiang waved a hand dismissively, “Not so much me as her. She wants to be the most pleasing slave possible and is willing to do anything to better please her betters. Which is everyone, of course including you.”
Rylie urged herself to say something.
Say something say something say something!
She said nothing!
Dai Lu took her by the upper arm and Rylie let herself be pulled along like a blind drunk.
Rylie dimly noted illustrations of tattoos all over the walls. And close-up photos of piercings.
Dai Lu led her to what looked like a red leather tilt-back dentist chair. But it was curved the wrong way. It folded down in areas instead of cupping the body like a dentist’s chair more or less did.
“Strip.” It sounded like an order from Dai Lu!
Hey! Only Mistress Xiang could order her around!
Xiang had followed them, “Strip, slave.”
Okay, not that was an order. That’s better. All good.
Rylie stripped. Sort of. She took off her top and bra. That was when she realized she was doing it. She was allowing it. She would let them pierce her nipples. She had not known she would until just then. She’d thought she wouldn’t. But now she knew better. Why else had she taken off her top and bra?
But she had not taken off enough. Dai Lu ordered her to take off everything. Rylie did not wait for her Mistress to repeat the order. She did it. She guessed she now took orders from two women.
She did not think so much nudity was necessary but Dai Lu had seen her naked before. Dai Lu had given her both of her new tattoos, the Chinese letter X on her ass cheek and the red fat-lettered word SLUT just above her hairless pubic mound.
The moment she was entirely naked, Dai Lu said, “Lay down here. On stomach.”
On her stomach? Rylie took another look at the chair thing and did not like what she saw. She had previously looked at it with the assumption that she would lay back on it. The holes in the back of it did not strike her then. She’d assumed they were air vents or some newfangled way to be more comfortable.
She’d assumed they were holes for her scapulas. Now she felt stupid. The holes were not triangular. They were circular.
Once she lay on that thing, her breasts would stick through the holes!
Not only that. What she had assumed were leg rest projections from the chair would still be leg rests, but her thighs, knees, and calves would lay on them with her front against the chair.
The padded leather projections were spread a fair distance, a wide upside-down V. Sort of.
Her breasts would hang down and her legs would be spread, her pussy defenseless.
Oh God. There were straps on the thing! Velcro cuffs for wrists and ankles!
“I’m not—”
“Yes, you are, slave,” Xiang pushed at her from behind. The push was not that forceful and Rylie was taller and stronger than Xiang anyway. But the push was quite effective because it was a dominant physically inflicting her will on a submissive, showing the submissive in no uncertain terms what the dominant wanted out of the submissive.
Rylie caved in like a human house of cards and lay down on the red leather chair. Or was it a bed? Or was it a torture device?
Dai Lu barked, “Secure her ankles while I do the wrists. Sometimes slaves do not know they are slaves and act up.”
Oh, that sounded like Rylie. She definitely did not know she was a slave!
No, she definitely did not want to be a slave. She definitely could not be a slave.
While she was getting that straight in her head, Dai Lu secured her wrists and Xiang secured her ankles.
Cuffed! All four appendages! While lying face down with her tits stuck through holes and her legs spread.
She was so very helpless!
She was so very stupid for ending up like this.
How had she gone so wrong? She knew what they wanted to do to her. Not all the details but she knew Xiang wanted Dai Lu to pierce her nipples. And she knew she did not want to have her nipples pierced.
So how had she ended up like this? So helpless? Just the way they wanted her.
What was that!?!
A mechanical humming and a lifting sensation. The chair bed rose and lifted Rylie higher and higher.
Dai Lu explained, but not to Rylie, to Xiang, “I did the redhead in the cooperation assured way. That one came voluntarily and knew what was happening and had foolishly agreed to it. This one is different. I saw spark in her eyes. Spark in eyes good for children and lovers and scientists making discovery. Not so good in slave material yet to be fully constructed. So, she is on my mad experiment chair.”
Xiang laughed, “Fuck, Dai Lu, I do not want to harvest her organs!”
“Not so mad as that. Only what you texted asking me to do will I do to her. There was nothing in your text about harvesting organs. Feel free to send more texts as needed. See how she goes ever upward with my hydraulic lift?”
“Yes. I see it. I wonder what the slave it thinking right now.”
Dai Lu and Xiang both laughed.
Rylie did not laugh. Rylie wondered why she wasn’t yelling or demanding to be let down. Because she knew it wouldn’t get any results? But shouldn’t she at least go through the motions even while motionless other than wherever the chair and the hydraulic lift moved her?
The lift stopped with Rylie above the heads of Dai Lu and Xiang, who were both short. They had to look up to see her.
Dai Lu reached up and handled Rylie’s breasts, pulling them a little over and then jerking them downward, her old hands very strong. She made sure they hung fully down through the breast holes.
Dai Lu said, “As you know, I provide most special piercing. Secret kind I only give to certain customers and by request. Otherwise, I would provide typical nipple piercings. You want the special on this one and I easily see why. She is most beautiful. She is fine slave material. But it is best done with excellent blood flow to the breasts and with engorged nipples. So, we will leave her here for a time. Let us go have tea and you can choose the design and then the accouterments you desire.”
“Excellent, Dai Lu.”
And then they left Rylie all alone. They murmured and laughed with each other as they left her behind.
Rylie hated Xiang and had a powerful dislike of Dai Lu, but she had not wanted them to leave because she did not want to be helpless while alone. It was like those old commercials people made fun of, “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.” But it was the twisted version. Something like, “I’ve fallen while nude onto a leather chair/bed with cutouts for my tits, and I’m cuffed, and I’m suspended, and I can’t get up. Save me! They are going to pierce my nipples!”
She knew it was going to happen. She just had to accept it. Like going to the doctor’s office and getting two shots. Except it was needles to her nipples instead of her arm. And for no good reason! And it would change her body!
But it would be. She would soon have pierced nipples. She had to get her head wrapped around it.
Aspen already had pierced nipples. Soon they would be the same when it came to pierced nipples. But was that a good thing?
Aspen could not make fun of her over it. In fact, Rylie was already, even before meeting Xiang, committed to getting her nipples pierced. Aspen had gone out and gotten a matching SLUT tattoo on her pubic mound as a show of solidarity. That guilt-tripped Rylie into acknowledging she would get her nipples pierced also.
Rylie was simply getting her nipples pierced sooner than expected?
Wait, maybe this was a good thing in another way!
She could show her pierced nipples to Caihong after dinner. An example of the crazy shit Xiang did to Rylie. Proof! She might need it. Xiang was not exactly the honest type. When Rylie accused her of… sexual molestation on an epic scale!… Xiang might deny it. But Xiang could not deny Rylie had pierced nipples once they were pierced!
A trap of Xiang’s own making!
It almost made Rylie glad they were going to pierce her nipples.
Rylie had another thought as she awaited her immediate nipple fate. There was another reason it would be good if her nipples were pierced. There was some non-zero chance that Caihong would not rein in Xiang. If Caihong failed to solve the Xiang-is-my-New-Mistress problem, then Rylie would have to deal with it.
She could not deal with it in a face-to-face confrontational manner. Xiang was smaller but her willpower seemed much bigger. Xiang would crush her! Rylie would end up on her knees licking toes or with her tongue up and ass or who knew what.
The only way to deal with it would be to run for it. Do a runner. Evacuate herself from the Chiu residence.
Give up on the money. Fail the contract. Fail Aspen.
The fact she’d gotten her nipples pierced, matching Aspen’s solidarity in getting the SLUT tattoo, would be major points in her favor.
She may not be able to complete the friendship contract and then would not get the big money. But she had to at least keep Aspen as her friend!
Fucking priorities! Aspen’s friendship, Rylie’s freedom, and Rylie’s sexuality were all important.
Rylie waited. She felt the blood going to her breasts making them feel larger. Her nipples felt big but she could not touch them to find out. That was just blood going to the lower spots of her body. It was not from arousal.
Although…
…she had to admit…
…but wished she did not have to admit it…
…but here she was stuck thinking her thoughts…
…there was something about this, the way Xiang manipulated her and emotionally dominated her all the way to the tattoo and piercing parlor and then right into this chair….
It was not sexual domination, at least not obviously, and yet it felt so sexual. It made her feel so submissive the ways he was herded to this location, like a herder herding a single sheep to pasture, and then into this bondage chair/bed, like a herder further herding the sheep into a tight pen for shearing.
For shearing or for slaughter.
It made Rylie feel like she was “food on the hoof” for the superior creature, Xiang, who was higher on the food chain and had the right to dine on her.
So to speak or think! Not literally! Nor really! Not really, Rylie!
Then the way the two of them walked away from her and left her alone, chatting and going for tea. They did not say goodbye to her or tell her they would bring her anything. They did not ask if she was comfortable. They treated her like a slave!
No, it was worse than that. They treated her like a recipe that needed to simmer a set amount of time before the next step in the cooking process.
She was simmering. She felt hot and not from actual temperature heat.
Rylie was horrified when she understood that the inhuman way they treated her was a big part of her arousal.
She needed to talk to Caihong at dinner! She needed Caihong’s help!
She felt in grave danger of submerging under waves of submission and never again coming back up for free air.
Oh shit! Xiang and Dai Lu were back!
It was time.
