Xiang held Ouyi the bright orange stuffed animal.
Ouyi! Fucking Ouyi!
The night before, Xiang had gotten Rylie to have sex with Ouyi. As much as someone could have sex with a stuffed animal.
Xiang said, “I am your Mistress, but Ouyi is one of your other lovers. Ouyi wants more sex with you. First time was so good. Ouyi wants more of the same.”
Xiang handed Rylie Ouyi. Rylie held it like a rotted roadkill carcass.
Xiang instructed, “No need for formality. It is not a date. He has already nailed you. Ouyi has no need to wine and dine you. Although you are so hungry I’m sure you wish he would feed you. This is a daytime booty call. You will do it right here. Sit at the table. Sit on Ouyi. Crush your pussy on him. Ride Ouyi. I will then tell you what to do as you ride him.”
She should not do it!
She should not have to do this!
She did not have to do this?
Rylie obeyed, unable to not obey, wondering with horror at her inability to stand up for herself even as she almost sat down on Ouyi.
Almost!
“Hey, wait a minute! Has this thing even been washed?”
Xiang scolded, “It is not a thing, it is your lover, Ouyi. He is your Master. And you must address me as Mistress because I am your Mistress. One more mistake such as that and your Mistress will spank you. Understood?”
“I understand… Mistress. Has Ouyi been washed?”
“Master Ouyi! You will call him Master!”
Rylie felt like groaning in humiliated frustration, “Mistress, has Master Ouyi been washed?”
“Of course not. Why wash him? You will soak him with slut juice every day. That will either wash him or keep him dirty the way he loves it. All natural all the time. Now, ask him politely of you may please sit on him and hump on him. Be polite! He is your Master!”
What the fucking hell? A stuffed animal was her master!?!
She had to ask the stuffed animal’s permission!?!
Rylie slumped a little, her nipple barbells bouncing slightly, causing an epic amount of sensation.
She looked down at Ouyi. His goofy expression seemed to mock her. She looked away.
Xiang yelled, “Make the eye contact with your Master, slave!”
Fuck!
Rylie made eye contact with Ouyi’s amber-orange plastic eyes, the kind that tried and failed to imitate how real eyes looked.
“Master Ouyi… may this slave please sit on you and hump you?”
No response. Of course.
Rylie looked at Xiang who had one hand cupped to her ear, “Your Master says he will allow you this boon. You may hump him. He adds that you must pull on your nipples as you ride him. He says you will have the greatest ever orgasm in your life.”
Yeah, right! “Master Ouyi” was not saying a damn thing because he wasn’t even alive. And Rylie was sure she would not have her greatest ever orgasm while humping Ouyi. It was just humping a stuffed animal!
And… she’d had so many greatest ever orgasms already last night and today. There was too much tough competition in the field of Rylie orgasms.
Rylie huffed and then flounced down on Ouyi, like she was trying to hurt him. But she hadn’t counted on her newly pierced nipples bouncing so hard. She yelped from the thrilling sensation. It was like her nipples were on a roller coaster ride, at the part where the rollercoaster plummets in freefall down the steepest incline.
Her flounce worked against her. Or for her for pleasure, but she did not want to feel any pleasure let alone so much or so soon or like this.
“Hump your Master, slave!”
Rylie humped and hated that her immediate obedient response to Xiang’s order made it seem like she agreed she was a slave. She was responding to the title. The other response she hated was her responsiveness. Her lust increased in velocity like a racing car going zero to sixty.
“Make your tits bounce!”
Rylie had indeed been trying to hump while keeping her breasts as still as possible. Her nipples were so sensitive! Her humping was more like grinding. But her Mistress obviously saw what she was up to and had a different expectation.
That was it, Rylie had to hump for real. Her Mistress required it. Her lust demanded it.
It was probably what Master Ouyi wanted also….
She humped and she swore she felt as much sensation from her nipples, from each nipple, as she did from her humping pussy.
It really was like having three clitorises! All of them hard and swollen and throbbing.
The way Xiang stared at her did not help. Or it did depending on one’s viewpoint of Xiang viewing her. Xiang stared at her with lust but also calculation and satisfaction, like a plan coming to fruition. Like Rylie was a project, not a person to her, like Xiang did not give a shit about her as a person but was only interested in obtaining her own results with Rylie.
Which could not be good! And yet, it turned Rylie on. No one had ever treated her this way. Not even close. Like she was a thing, a slut, a role, not like she was a unique person, a special Rylie.
Being looked at that way, treated that way, made her feel that way. Like she was not Rylie. She was the slut slave.
It was all new territory for her and it teamed up with intense sexual pleasure. It was the wrong way to feel, she knew that, but the pleasure endorsed the feeling, reinforced it.
Rylie humped harder and bounced her breasts harder. She did it without an added command from Xiang and yet she did it for Xiang. She delighted in Xiang’s eyes delighting on her humiliating spectacle.
Xiang sounded excited, like a fucking spoiled brat in the candy store, knowing she can get anything she wants, “Hump Ouyi! Slave your slave pussy on him! Rub your clitty on his plastic eyeballs!”
Rylie closed her eyes tightly, thinking Xiang was so nasty even as she immediately complied, humping stuffed animal, rubbing her clitoris on one of Ouyi’s plastic eyeballs, slaving away with her slave pussy.
She felt like a sex slave!
She was riding Ouyi. She was riding a sexual high. She felt like a rider riding high in the saddle. Like a rider who was where she belonged, where she was supposed to be.
That unearthly feeling of being at home doing this, like it was the perfect fit for her, was by far the most intimidating and scariest feeling she’d had since coming to the Chiu estate.
Rylie heard Xiang talking, but it was like listening to someone else when you were underwater. It seemed far away and bubbly, Rylie’s panting interfering with her radio reception.
“This is late afternoon of the American slut named Rylie’s second day, first full day, as my friendship companion. As you can see, she loves her new duties, loves it so much that she humps anything that moves or does not even move. She loves it and she cums many times here. She cums big. She is in good health, very healthy with very big lust, and she even loves serving me so much that she went out and got her nipples pierced today for me. Also, her clitty! Very fine love from the friendship companion.”
Why did Xiang sound like she was talking to someone other than Rylie?
Why did Xiang say “as you can see?” Someone could see her? See her doing this? Who? They were alone!
Not counting Ouyi….
Master Ouyi….
He was so masterful the way he just lay there and took the humping and with the way he made her do all the work. Masters should lay around and sex slaves should do the work for them. Even the work of sex.
Rylie was momentarily confused. Had Xiang said that to her or had she thought that on her own?
No, Xiang had not said that. Rylie had thought it. Xiang had said those other things which had sounded wrong, like someone else was witnessing Rylie be a total slut for a stuffed animal.
Rylie had a bad feeling… even as she felt an outrageous degree of good feeling from her pussy and nipples.
Rylie popped her eyes open, having a hard time focusing. No, there wasn’t anyone else with her and Xiang… and Master Ouyi….
Unless Xiang’s smartphone counted!
Xiang held up her smartphone at arm’s length with the viewfinder pointed right at Rylie!
Xiang must be videotaping her! While Rylie humped a stuffed animal! Again? More videotaped evidence of how slutty Rylie was?
Xiang yelled from behind her held aloft smartphone, “Do not stop the humping! Do what you adore to do! Hump your pussy on your Master!”
Rylie’s humping had slowed down. But no more. Even with wide eyes and a horrified compromised feeling, Rylie immediately went back to humping. Oh fuck, she thought she might be humping even harder. She probably looked like she was repeatedly sitting down hard in Ouyi, over and over.
She was humping the shit out of her Master Ouyi.
She was humping the shit out of her Master, Master Ouyi!
And she was doing it for her Mistress, Mistress Xiang!
Xiang explained what she was up to, “I am performing a friendship companion wellness check. Also known as an American slut wellness check. Who knows if you will be one way with me, but then suddenly another way with Grandma Caihong. Well, I do! Now I do! Go ahead now, Really Rylie, my sexy humper, tell possible viewing Grandma Caihong how you adore the way I treat you.”
Oh no. Mistress Xiang was a step ahead of Rylie! She’d thought of the possibility that Rylie might complain or otherwise appeal to Caihong. Mistress Xiang was covering her bases by making Rylie debase herself.
There was nothing Rylie could do about it. Nothing but cooperate. She knew this video could undermine anything she said to Caihong. She knew Caihong would see this video if she complained to Caihong about Xiang. Not only was it compromising video, highly compromising, and so humiliating, but the timing was damning as well. Shot just a little before dinnertime!
If Rylie said something to Caihong, Rylie was sure Mistress Xiang would show the video, the sex act, the twisted behavior and responses of Rylie, that took place just before dinner. Caihong would know Rylie went nearly directly from humping a stuffed animal to complaining to Caihong.
“Stop the humping!”
Rylie was shocked by Xiang’s yell. She stopped. She did not stop cold. She stopped hot. Her pussy was steaming. Her nipples felt like they had embers of pleasure burning into them.
Stopping as ordered was an automatic reaction. The yell was a shock and Rylie was getting very used to obeying Xiang.
Xiang demanded, “We are in middle of the American slut wellness check. What do you report, American slut?”
Rylie knew what Xiang wanted to hear because Xiang had made it clear just before. She understood why Xiang made her stop humping. She was supposed to say what Xiang wanted her to say. It was to make her say it.
Xiang thought so little of her and thought she was such a slut that Rylie would sell herself out to be allowed to keep humping a stuffed animal?
Rylie thought Xing might be right about her….
She really wanted to get back to humping Ouyi. Master Ouyi.
But if she said what Xiang wanted her to say, it would undermine Rylie even further if she took her concerns to Caihong.
Wait a sec! If she went to Caihong with her concerns? If!?!
Just a little while ago, before this humping, she was so sure of what she would do because it was absolutely what she had to do. And now, just like that, she was no longer sure.
Fucking video! No one should have ever invented it!
She had to say something. She could not go back to humping the stuffed animal on her own. She needed an order. She needed permission. If she went back to humping without Xiang’s permission, her Mistress would punish her for doing it.
She really wanted to hump Ouyi now. Once she got started, she needed to keep going.
If she did not say what Mistress Xiang wanted to hear, Mistress Xiang would also punish her. All choices led to punishment, including that of obeying Xiang.
Wasn’t it true, anyway? That she did adore the way Mistress Xiang treated her? It was true at least on some basic level. She kept cumming huge! She was humping a stuffed animal or just had been and was desperate t get back to it.
Rylie felt so utterly fucked, by Xiang and by her own reactions, and now this added video. If she was fucked, she may as well get fucked! Or hump which was basically fucking.
“I adore the way you treat me.”
“In fact, what am I now to you?”
“You… you’re… you are my Mistress.”
“In a sexual way?”
“Yes, Mistress! You are my sexy sex Mistress! I adore you!”
Rylie felt like her dam of self-respect had broken and now these humiliating words were spilling out. She could not seem to stop!
“Mistress, you treat me like the American slut I am! You treat me the way I should be treated! You make me cum like a slut! I cum for you! Please let me hump again. I will cum for you, Mistress!”
“Who are you humping?”
“I… I’m humping my Master. He is Master Ouyi! I serve him and I serve you!”
“Yes, you are correct. You are passing this slut wellness check so very well. By failing yourself, you pass the wellness check for your Mistress. Now, what are you?”
“I’m an American slut!”
“Proud to be an American?”
Was that a trick question? Fuck, when could she hump her Master again? She felt soaked between the legs and Master Ouyi felt like a lumpy towel after using it to dry off after a long hot shower.
“No, Mistress, I am ashamed to be such a slutty American.”
She hoped that was the right answer that Mistress Xiang expected. She knew it was the wrong answer for herself and did not care.
“More specifically, are you not something else now for your Mistress?”
Oh damn, Rylie thought she knew what Mistress Xiang wanted her to say, what Mistress Xiang wanted her to be. But that could not be and there was no way—
“I’m a slutty slave, Mistress!”
“Whose slave?”
“I am your slave, Mistress!”
“You adore being my slave?”
“Yes, Mistress, I adore it!”
“I make all decisions for you from now on?”
“Yes, Mistress!”
“Are you happy you got the piercings for me and the newest tattoo?”
Was she? She hated them and felt so wronged and almost vandalized and yet… right then….
“Mistress, I’m happy with my new piercings! I like my new tattoo! I’m happy with them because they please you.”
“Okay, fine. Now everything is so very nice and clear. Go ahead and focus on humping your Master. But first, show him to the viewer.”
Viewer? Mistress Xiang would not show this video to anyone other than Caihong, right? And would only show it to Caihong if Rylie bitched, right?
It did not matter because decisions like that were all up to her Mistress. Rylie understood that now. It came home to her like a definitive thrust into her mind and soul. She was only a slave. Decisions were not up to slaves. They were up to the slave’s owner.
Rylie felt owned and she felt intense lust, not at the same time, but like a single thing tied so tightly together that they could not be separated. Like she could never feel this hot for it unless she was owned.
She reached between her legs, lifted her ass, and dragged Ouyi out from between her legs. He was wet, his psychedelic orange fur gleaming like grass covered in dew in the early morning.
She held him up.
“Slave, introduce him to the viewer.”
Rylie had never felt so rattled or as humiliated as this. Or so turned on!
“This is Ouyi. I mean, Master Ouyi.”
“Whose Master?”
“He is my Master.”
“A fucking stuffed animal is the Master of the American slut named Rylie?”
Rylie’s throat locked up for a second and then she squeaked out, “Yes, Master Ouyi is my Master.”
“That’s a good and honest slave. Now give him a big wet kiss. It will be wet no matter what but add wetness from your slutty mouth.”
God, this was so intense! And so arousing!
Rylie kissed Master Ouyi. She did it passionately and with a wide-open mouth. She tasted her juices on her Master. She was extremely aware of the way Xiang watched her, still like Rylie was only a simple slutty creature there to be manipulated, and it turned her on.
Rylie was highly aware of the ongoing videotaping and, instead of dampening her lust, it made her all the damper. She kissed Master Ouyi harder and licked all over his face, lapping at his plastic fake eyeballs.
“Now back to what you do best, slave! Hump your Master!”
Rylie rushed to obey. Like she was playing a masturbation version of musical chairs, in a rush, with only one chair and only one American slut. The moment she got Master Ouyi on the chair seat under her suspended ass, she sat and humped, bouncing hard, trying to get his whole soft body to penetrate into her slick folds.
Within moments, she choked up, her mouth going wide as if she was screaming, but only a deep wet gurgle came out as she came and came and came on her Master and for her Mistress and against herself.
