Dinner was well beyond awkward.
After the revelations of Rylie’s and Aspen’s new tattoos and piercings, Rylie and Aspen were struck silent. Or more accurately, struck to remain silent.
What did one say in such a situation? How did one explain it or excuse it?
It was inexplicable. It was inexcusable. They’d let themselves be dominated into it. Rylie felt the double whammy of having let both herself down and Aspen. She should have acted and stopped Aspen from driving out to Dai Lu’s.
Now Aspen had a pierced tongue and about two hundred and one new tattoos, one on her ass and the rest on her cheeks and nose. Forehead, too.
They had defaced Aspen’s face! Her fucking face!
Most people did not mind freckles on themselves or on others. But they also would not submit to having a bunch more tattooed onto them!
Aspen had submitted to them. Rylie had submitted to them as well in a way. She had submitted to Xiang’s will and that was why she did not turn the car around and stop Aspen on her way, her unwitting way, to get them.
They had submitted. The Chiu twins treated them like submissives and they had reacted like submissives. That’s what submissives did. They submitted. For the good of another and against their own good.
Caihong said matter-of-factly, “The food is in the kitchen, laid out, on warmers. It is all catered. Stupid servants are getting re-educated in China. I submitted them for maximum re-education. A new training program that claims they will never need further changes. Permanence guaranteed.
“All you two friendship companion servants need to do is put the food presentably on plates and serve it to us.”
Xiang turned to Rylie, “American slut, go to the kitchen. Fetch and serve the food there to the Chius.”
Rylie stood on numb legs and just sort of watched herself move her chair and move around the table to obey.
Even after the tattoo and piercing revelations and after learning Aspen was in as much submission trouble as her and right in front of Caihong and Fang and Aspen, Rylie still immediately obeyed Xiang.
She had to wonder. To obey now in this circumstance without delay or questioning was astounding. If she did not refuse to obey now, then when would she?
But she argued this was different. This was not sex. This was serving food. They had somehow agreed or been contractually bound to act as servants. She was just going and getting some food.
Yes, but it sure felt sexual!
Her nipples always felt sexual and ready for sex since the piercings earlier that day but they throbbed harder than the new usual and ached for former contact. Rylie’s pussy was soaked!
Yes, everything felt so sexual.
Fang ordered Aspen, “American slut, help the other American slut.”
Aspen obeyed right away also. She looked as dazed as Rylie felt.
As they left the dining room, Xiang cautioned, “American sluts, do not dare to eat one morsel of the Chiu food. No food until we say so.”
Fang had her own caution, “No talking either! Servants should be seen and do as required, but no talking, most especially to each other.”
They left the dining room, trying to get their minds around their own and each other’s circumstances, like frogs trying to swallow a whale.
As they entered the kitchen, Rylie felt outrage. She thought maybe leaving the presence of the Chius helped her be stronger, be more like the original Rylie, the far superior Rylie to the new one.
Fucking bitches! Doing these things to both of them! Those little assholes! Acting superior, so arrogant, racist against whites. Fuck them both!
Why hadn’t Caihong said something?
Yeah, well, why hadn’t Rylie or Aspen? Rylie had to admit that was a hell of a counterpoint.
Yea, well… Xiang was intimidating! Rylie was intimidated. What was Caihong’s excuse? She wasn’t intimidated. So there.
Perhaps Caihong had not wanted to deal with the twins at the dining room table. Maybe there was some Chinese cultural thing that discouraged at the dinner table discouraging your granddaughters from sexually dominating other women.
Maybe Caihong, so aware of the Chiu family reputation, had not wanted to say anything to the twins in front of Aspen and Rylie. It could be that Caihing was reading them the riot act out at the dining table right then.
Rylie realized that however obvious to her it was that she and almost certainly Aspen were in a state of sexual submission to the twins, it might not be at all obvious to Caihong. She was old and traditional. Lesbian domination was hardly traditional. Maybe Caihong had never heard of it and could not even suspect it.
Fang had talked about Aspen’s tongue piercing and about how it would deliver her pleasure. That is was for her pleasure. Did Caihong get what that meant? Even if she did, Caihong might think Fang was joking around.
Rylie knew she still needed to talk to Caihong, make things clear, and most especially, make it clear to Caihong that Rylie and Aspen did not want this, were not lesbians, were not submissives, and that they needed Caihong’s help.
She’d had doubts or maybe a lack of willpower, or maybe she’d felt too intimidated by both Xiang and Caihong, that caused her to hesitate about reporting the situation to Caihong. But no more hesitation! It wasn’t only a her thing. Aspen was also afflicted by lesbian domination. Rylie had failed Aspen earlier that day. She never wanted to fail her little buddy ever again.
Rylie decided she would rebel and talk to Aspen. Oh, and another thing, she was going to get some food in her tight hungry little belly.
They entered the kitchen, which was almost like a grand hall, and the smell of delicious food hit them like a wall. They both came to a sudden stop.
It smelled so fucking good!
They stood there staring at the containers of warm food.
Rylie felt her mouth salivating. A lot. She tore her eyes off the food. Aspen looked as hungry as Rylie felt. Holy fuck. Fang must have half-starved Aspen the way Xiang had half-starved Rylie.
Was it a thing among lesbian dominants? A technique to achieve successful domination over American sluts? Or, er, anyone, good straight independent young women like Aspen and Rylie?
Rylie looked at Aspen but did not say anything despite her seconds-ago intent to do so.
Aspen went to the food and opened the containers.
Rylie went to the shelves and a nearby bank of drawers and brought back plates and silverware.
The food was surprisingly American. It looked great! It smelled and looked like the best food ever.
Rylie noticed that Aspen put food on the plates but did not take any bites for herself.
Rylie noticed that she herself put food on plates but did not take any bites for herself despite her previous determination to do so.
They were only putting food on three big plates. They were preparing food for the Chius, not themselves.
Rylie noticed Aspen had not said a word.
Rylie noticed that she also had yet to say a single word.
It seemed like they were obeying their orders.
Obeying. Orders.
Rylie frowned hard as she scooped some more mashed potato onto a plate she was working on. And then pressed a big hollow into it and filled it with dark gravy from the gravy boat.
What else would Xiang want? Was it enough for her? Was it too much?
Would Xiang want to punish her? Or maybe reward her?
Spank her… or reward her by having her lick Xiang’s pussy?
Rylie shook her head. What the fuck?
Why weren’t they talking or eating? Rylie knew it could not be that they were obeying the bitchy cruel twins. Why would they obey? The twins were not even there! The twins would not know if Rylie did or did not obey them. They could do whatever they wanted.
The only possible reason to obey… would be if they wanted to obey. Or if they thought it was right to obey and they should obey.
Which could not be. It wasn’t even possible. Maybe for some kind of deficient submissive women out there. But not them! They were free spirits. Free spirits. Free spirits did not simply obey Chinese wealth princess bitches for no fucking good reason.
Rylie decided it had to be because… it must be because….
The salivation! That was it! If Aspen was like her, then her mouth was also full of saliva from the smell of the excellent food and the hunger. If either one of them opened their mouths to say anything or to take a bite, a bunch of saliva would splash out. They did not want that. It would be so embarrassing. They were already so humiliated by the twins. They didn’t need any more humiliation on their plate.
They just needed to get food on the plates of the Chius and bring it to them while it was still very warm.
Yes, they needed to show Caihong that they were doing their parts, being good servants, even obedient servants, when they were supposed to be. That way Caihong knew this was not some attitude issue with them. It was all on the diabolical bitch twins.
Being the bestest, most obedient, servile servants they could be would surely convince Caihong that they should not have to be sexually submissive to Caihong’s devil granddaughters.
Did that make sense? It did? Right?
They served up the food onto the plates and both made an effort to make the most appealing presentation possible. Not for the twins, Rylie was sure. To show Caihong they were putting their best foots forward.
At least their feet were not pierced or tattooed.
Not yet.
Rylie felt such resentment over what the twins had done to them. It sure would be nice to share that resentment out loud and to commiserate with Aspen. But now, their mouths were just too full of saliva. They needed to eat something soon or they’d pass out. Or maybe their bodies would digest their teeth.
The more Rylie thought about the terrible things Fang and Xiang did to them, and the more she thought about how they’d both submitted to it, the more… upset… Rylie became. She was breathing hard. Through her nose of course. Her mouth was too full of spit.
She felt hot. The kitchen was warm and the food was steaming, but Rylie felt a lot hotter than she should. She was sweating a lot right between her legs. Right at the top of them. The top and in between her legs. Not really her legs.
Fucking orgasm denial! God damn it! Who invented it? Rylie wanted to have a stern word with them.
Was her orgasm denial condition worse now? It seemed like it. Rylie thought her need would recede. It had receded for a while. But then it got started again and it was worse now than ever.
What got it started again? Why was her pussy so fired up?
Maybe just moving around, walking into the kitchen. Every little movement stirred up sensation from her nipples. But it was a much longer walk from Xiang’s wing of the estate to the dining room than it was from the dining room to the kitchen.
If that wasn’t it….
No. Damn it. Something else did it. Something she saw or heard. Something in her head.
Which meant… it was something inside her. Something about her. There was no way any of what happened so far at the dinner table should have her more aroused. There should be less arousal! Much less!
Rylie had to face it. You had to comprehend a threat before you could deal with it.
Here it was: The way Xiang treated her, or the way the twins treated her and Aspen… turned her on.
But the twins treated them terribly!
The twins treated them like they were inferior to them, either because they were white, or American, or just not rich!
The twins treated them like sluts!
Was that why? Matching up to expectations? The twins thought they were sluts and expected them to be sluts and that made Rylie feel like a slut? And maybe made her desire to act like a slut.
Bad deal.
All the more reason to get help from Caihong. That’s all it meant.
Rylie worried she could get carried away. Like very carried away. If she desired to act like a slut and did act like a slut and Xiang thought she was a slut and treated her like a slut and she kept cumming like slut, then when would it end?
It had to end! The sooner the better! It never should have started!
Rylie wondered if Aspen felt the same things she did. Not just with her nipple sensitivity!
Rylie did not ask Aspen. Her mouth had too much saliva for asking questions. Even if it didn’t, then Aspen’s mouth likely had too much saliva to answer questions.
They had successfully obeyed the twins as per not eating any of the extremely tempting food even while handling it. They had not spoke a single word.
Their twins would be pleased! Their twins would be proud of their American sluts!
Rylie had meant to think that sarcastically, but the thought did not feel at all sarcastic.
They put the plates of food onto a stainless steel tray on rollers. They silently rolled the food to the dining room. Like good little servants.
Well, being good servants would earn points with Caihong. They needed her firmly on their side.
