Caihong’s wrinkled spank hand wandered around Rylie’s flaming hot ass. Caihong just helped herself, squeezing, causing extra pain, but nothing like the spanks. She was quiet for a time, apparently wanting Rylie to think about her situation and what was at stake.
Was that because Caihong wanted Rylie to make the best decision? Or was it because Caihong was confident Rylie would make the wrong decision no matter what?
Rylie had a hard time concentrating. She knew a lot was at stake. But her head felt like a swollen balloon, and her pussy felt so hot and slutty, and her ass felt so hot and painful. It was hard to think!
Caihong gave her something to think about, “I could spank your ass more. I could do that. You would have to ask me again. You must beg.”
Hadn’t Rylie already done that? Fine! Done and done!
But, before she could start begging again, Caihong warned her, “Most would think that only a total absolute slut meant to be a submissive slave would beg to be spanked or beg for an orgasm. In which case, you would already be assigned as a slave, and Xiang would be commended for all the things she’s done so far and so much more I’m sure she has planned.
“However, Caihong is more open-minded. I entertain the concept that it is possible there could, in theory, be a female who begs to be spanked who is not best-suited to be a sex slave for the rest of her life. Caihong entertains this possibility even though Caihong has never met nor heard of any such begging-to-be-spanked creature who should not be a sex slave.
“So, you may beg with relative impunity. And I admit, if you beg well, I will give you what you beg for.
“But! Sexy butt! Sexy spanked ass! If you beg so well as to cause me to spank you, and if you are so totally slutty that you have an orgasm from spanks, then you will declare yourself as a sex slave, and so you shall be. Xiang will be commended on another fine sex slave conversion and acquisition and commended for all she has done to you and permitted to do anything else she pleases.”
It was a lot for Rylie’s blood-swollen brain to try to compute. She struggled to understand, really understand, what was at stake. Sexual slavery. She understood that much. But was it something said, a claim, a sort of pretend thing, or even an insult, or was it a real thing, a real expectation? Was it a status of the moment, a status for during the term of the friendship contract, or was it such a terrible, true thing that Caihong meant Rylie would somehow be a lifelong sex slave?
It could not be real. Because she was Rylie, and Rylie was an adult woman, and Rylie was not a sex slave.
Not until….
It could not be real. Because they were in America, and America did away with slavery hundreds of years ago, and good riddance.
But was the Chiu estate like an embassy, sort of a chunk of another country? Was Rylie more in China while on the Chiu estate than she was in America?
Rylie had questions. Caihong had said Rylie would declare herself a slave if she orgasmed from a spanking. Would the orgasm itself be a declaration, or did it rely on Rylie afterward consciously declaring such a thing? If it was the second, then Rylie would still have full control over her fate. As much as she had control over her fate. More and more, she felt like she might not have nearly as much control as she’d once thought or now only hoped.
Caihong had also said that if Rylie turned out to be a sex slave, then Xiang was to be “commended on another fine sex slave conversion and acquisition.” What the hell? Another? Did that mean Xiang had a history of such behavior? And, even worse, of getting away with it and succeeding in making someone into a sex slave?
Had there been a “friendship companion” before Rylie? If there had been, and she was transformed into a sex slave, then where was she now? Had Fang also had past success in making a sex slave?
Rylie frowned hard, trying to think hard. Conversion. Caihong had said conversion. Not a religious conversion, but a sexual conversion. That meant a person was one way and then became a different way. A person was changed or persuaded.
Which meant the person converted was not a sex slave at first, not some total slut, but was persuaded or changed into being one. Xiang was such a bitch! Working to change her! Successfully changing her. Some! Only some! Xiang had only tried so far. Rylie was not a sex slave!
But Xiang wanted her to be one, and Xiang thought she could make Rylie into one. How dare that arrogant brat try to do that to Rylie! And Fang was trying to do to Aspen also! And Xiang was also trying to do it to Aspen!
Poor Aspen. Was she still humping Master Ouyi in the dining room, or had Xiang moved Aspen on to some even worse sexual corruption?
Yeah, poor Aspen. But at least Aspen got to cum!
Rylie had watched Aspen orgasm, and it was a beautiful sight. Rylie wanted to look and feel that same way. An orgasm would feel so beautiful right then!
She needed an orgasm.
She needed an orgasm!
She needed an orgasm more than anything else!
But the only way to get to an orgasm, barring a sexual proposition from Caihong of all people, was to be spanked into orgasming. Which was no way to orgasm! Just in and of itself, it was not a good way to orgasm. But it would entail so much more.
Smacks to her tail that led to an orgasm would entail Caihong thinking Rylie was a total slut who should be a sex slave. Instead of saving Rylie from Xiang, and by extension Aspen from Fang and Xiang, Rylie orgasming from spanks would cause Caihong to compliment Xiang. That would encourage Xiang to keep dominating! Or maybe even do worse!
Rylie had no idea what worse than what had so far happened would look like, and she had no desire to find out.
Oh….
Oh geez.
Her ass was so hot and so hot for it. She wanted more spanks! Even if they did not make her cum. Even if they did make her cum. She wasn’t sure which outcome was the worst one. But she was sure of what she wanted. More hard spanks from the ancient hand of Caihong.
At least it wasn’t sex!
At least she had a hope of getting Caihong on her side and solving the Xiang problem.
At least she had a chance at saving Aspen, who appeared even less able to save herself than Rylie was.
But most of all… at least she had a chance at cumming!
Rylie had never cum from pain or abuse, not even a little of it, not even a tiny bit mixed with pleasure, because she sure as hell had not cum when she lost her virginity.
Er, that was to say, she had not ever cum from pain or abuse before she arrived at the Chiu estate.
Rylie did not think cumming from pain was healthy or socially acceptable. But… fuck it! A girl had to do what a girl had to do and let the chips of chipped away freedom and self-respect fall where they may!
She would beg. Caihong had made it sound like begging would not even guarantee the gift of spanks from Caihong. Rylie had to beg well to get the spanks. So it still wasn’t up to her!
Rylie felt so aroused while thinking it was so bizarre that she would beg for spanks and hope and pray Caihong would spank her, all so that she could hope and pray she would not cum and also hope and pray that she would cum.
“Please do it, Caihong. Please spank me.”
“Eh. You call that begging? In what way does that entice me?”
Rylie had to “entice” her?
If she had to… then she had to. Caihong got to decide what Rylie had to do, and then Rylie just had to do it. Rylie felt her own intent to submit and beg, submit to anything Caihong required of her. It was a silent internal collapse of the remnant of Rylie’s free will and self-determination. It had seemed like such a strong structure before she came to the Chiu estate. But no, it was built from crappy, cheap materials. The bones of the internal emotional structure crumbled.
It is always easier to destroy than to build and create.
Rylie wagged her ass as well as she could while gripping her sweaty ankles. She swayed it side to side and flexed it. God! She bet her pussy and her ass were both winking at Caihong!
Caihong sounded pleased, “Yes, I see the slutty ass and see you showing it off. That is enticing. Give me enticing words to go along with it. Serve up your ass to me. Give it to me.”
“I have a slutty ass! My slutty ass needs spanks! Please spank my slutty ass!”
“Yes, good, all true. Most enticing. But Caihong requires more. Has Xiang yet taught you a more respectful way for you to address your female betters? Which, if I do not guess wrong and I rarely do, soon all other females, other than other slaves, will be your female betters. Beg while giving me respect!”
Caihong sounded so demanding! There was just no choice!
Rylie had to give Caihong what she wanted.
Rylie knew what Caihong wanted to hear.
Rylie also knew it was a big mistake to do it. This was not something she should give in on or state or admit. It was big trouble with a little Chinese woman!
It was foolish, but she knew she would. Caihong expected it. Rylie was just a slutty idiot now, and idiots did foolish things. She would live up to her idiocy and prove Caihong was right that she was an idiot!
That would please… her new Mistress….
“Please spank my slutty ass… Mistress. My slutty ass feels so slutty, and it needs spanks from my great and honorable Mistress.”
Caihong laughed, and her laugh sounded mean and arrogant, so much like Xiang’s laugh, “That’s so good, my quite likely to turn out to be a sex slave. Before I give you the spanks you crave and before I let you prove beyond all doubt that you are a sex slave, prove it by cumming from spanks alone, I will make sure you understand what it means to have a Mistress.”
Rylie knew what it meant! It meant lots of bad things. It meant she was an idiot for saying it.
Her new, her second, her nearly ancient Mistress clarified, “The only ones who have a Mistress are slaves. At least they are slaves to their needs and desire and their submissiveness. And they are quite likely destined to be sex slaves. So, first understand that by calling me that, and if you have already so soon gotten to the point of calling Xiang Mistress, it means you are some variety of slave.”
Holy fuck this shit! She was already a slave!?! Hey! She hadn’t even cum from spanking yet!
“The Mistress and the slave are opposites. The Mistress has total freedom to do anything she wants to the slave or to make the slave do anything the Mistress wants her to do. Total and absolute. That is the true Mistress and slave power dynamic. That is the Chinese way. Maybe some other stupid lesser countries, such as stupid much lesser America, do Mistress and slave different. But we will do it Chinese way!”
Fuck! No! Damn it! The Chinese way! No fair!
“All that slave has she only now used to have. All of it belongs to the Mistress.”
Rylie didn’t have all that much anyway. She did love her small collection of miniature houses she started collecting as a teen. It was up in the attic at her mom’s place. Surely Caihong would not want them.
Caihong said, “No objects that a slave owns are of value to a Mistress. In your case. Sometimes rich rivals are seduced and tamed and enslaved. Their riches are welcome to join the Chiu fortune. But one such as you has nothing of value to one such as me.
“That is regarding objects. But you do have – you did have – something else, and now that is mine. I own it.”
What was it? What could it be? Rylie burned to know, but not nearly as much as her ass still burned and nowhere near as much as she burned for an orgasm.
“Your Mistress Caihong speaks of your physical body. That is of worth to your Mistress. Most sexy. Excellent ass. Exceptional legs. Superb frame, very feminine and yet ripe to take much use and abuse. The Mistress owns the slave. All slaves must be owned. Otherwise, it is a slave in name only. Now it is time for you to communicate to your new and second Mistress that she owns your body. Make it clear.”
Owned!?!
Second Mistress….
But Rylie was trying to stop the first Mistress! She was until she got sidetracked with liking painful spanks and becoming even more desperate for an orgasm. Instead, she’d picked up a second Mistress?
Fuck it. She had. Now she had two of them. By trying to fix her problem, she’d doubled it. But hey, at least this one didn’t want sex!
Smack!
Oh! That spank! At last! It hurt so good!
Caihong sounded amused, “I did not spank you to punish you for the delay. It would not work because you like the pain. I spanked you to remind you of what you want and need.”
She did not need spanks!
Not usually. But right then? Fuck did she need them! She wanted it!
Rylie knew it was time to again, yet again, give Caihong what she wanted. But this time it was her body!
Maybe she could get away with only acknowledging that Caihong owned part of her body.
“Mistress! Spank my slutty ass, Mistress! I mean, spank your new ass. You own my ass! Spank the ass you own!”
Smack!
“You are close now, slut slave-to-be. What does your Mistress Caihong truly own?”
Rylie tried to buy time and hoped to distract Caihong, “But Xiang is also my Mistress. I mean, she says so. And I said so, too, but I did not mean it. I did not think I meant it. But you can’t both own the same thing. Or person. Or slut. Or slave. It isn’t possible.”
Caihong scoffed, “Idiot American girl. No wonder you are so poor and now about to be a slave. There is such a thing as joint ownership. It is very common. Whichever Mistress you are with owns you at that moment. Easy. Now say it! Speak the truth!”
That was it. Rylie had nothing. No alternatives occurred to Rylie.
She was tired of struggling. She should be tired of being bent over and humiliated, but she wasn’t.
Rylie was out of fight. The only struggle she was interested in was the struggle to get to an orgasm, one she sensed would be the biggest of her life, one she sensed would change her life forever, and not in a good way.
She wanted it. She was a stupid slut, and she deserved it and wanted it.
“You own all of me, Mistress! I am yours, Mistress Caihong! Please spank your slut’s slutty ass that belongs to you! Your slut wants to cum for you!”
“You understand if you orgasm while I spank you that you are a slave?”
Rylie was pretty sure she already was.
“Yes, Mistress!”
“A slave for life?”
These terrible Chius had chewed her up and changed her. There was no going back.
“I’ll be a slave for life, Mistress!”
“You will belong to the Chiu family for life, and you will always obey any order from any Chiu?”
Oh. Not just a slave. Just a slave…. A slave only for the Chius? For life?
Give a Chiu an inch of begging and submissiveness and they take a fucking mile! A slave mile!
But what could a slave do when she knew what one of her Mistress’s wanted to hear?
“If I orgasm from spanks and am a slave, then I belong to the Chiu family for the rest of my life and will always obey any order any Chiu gives me. I will do it, Mistress! It is all true, Mistress!”
That had to be all that Caihong wanted, which was all of Rylie, because Caihong immediately went back to spanking, but now she spanked both harder and faster, shockingly hard and fast for such an old lady.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Ohhhhh!
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
The hot pain engulfed Rylie, scrubbing all else from her mind.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Caihong commented, “This is slave ass if ever I saw slave ass.”
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
At her core, Rylie agreed. She had a slave ass! She’d never known it! But now that she knew it, she could never not know it.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Ohhh! The hot pain! Her hot pussy!
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
It was so fucking good!
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
She was getting slave-spanked the way she deserved, the way she needed!
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Rylie had been on edge for so long, and her emotions and sensations were so powerful, there was no doubt where the spanking would lead her.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Fuuuuuuck!” Rylie screamed the word, somewhat muffled by her inverted position.
The orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks and a splash of lava at the same time.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Caihong saw no reason to stop spanking Rylie just because Rylie was orgasming. If it was not broken, do not fix it! Ancient Chinese wisdom!
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Fuuuuuuck!”
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Rylie shook and wobbled and nearly fell over, but Caihong caught her hip in a leathery claw. The new slave must not escape the spanks she begged for!
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Rylie’s orgasm went on and on as if it was fueled directly by the spanks, like logs on a bonfire.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
As the orgasm wracked her body, Rylie sometimes got the same disbelieving word out.
“Fuuuuuuuck!”
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Other times, she gurgled like a drowning baby.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Rylie drowned in orgasmic bliss and complete submission.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Rylie’s freedom drowned to death in her drowning orgasm.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Rylie’s legs could not hold her up forever. Caihong knew that. As Rylie’s orgasm lessened but did not end, Caihong stood, eschewing her cane, and guided Rylie into a slouched stand, then maneuvered her to the chair Caihong had sat on.
Not to sit in the chair. To lie across it as if the chair itself would give Rylie a spanking. The arms of the chair pressed upward against Rylie’s upper chest and lower tummy. Rylie’s hands trailed on the carpeted floor.
Caihong grabbed up her cane and thumped away, but moments later, thumped right back. Rylie still spasmed with orgasmic surges.
Caihong popped open a small, short wooden stool, “Always with the verification.”
Rylie did not even wonder what that meant. She wasn’t quite capable of true thought yet.
Caihong squatted on the tiny stool, like an elderly Chinese milkmaid. But not positioned for getting a cow’s udder to let down milk.
Caihong was to one side of the chair. She was directly behind Rylie.
Right between her partially splayed legs!
Rylie felt a new wave of sensation seemingly out of nowhere.
A swelling boost! No, wait, a powerful sweeping sensation… as if… a small old Chinese tongue was sweeping Rylie’s pussy!
!
Caihong!
Caihong was–!
Oh!
Oooooh noooo!
That… that was….
Caihong was performing oral sex on her!
An octogenarian was eating her out!
Rylie felt a swarm of taboo-avoidance urgency almost matching the swarm of renewed pleasure, the orgasm returning in power.
Her need to put a stop to this travesty of a sexual situation was almost as strong as her sexual need. Almost, but not quite.
Rylie lifted her head until it was even with her body, lifted her face, released a long, “Fuuuuuuck!” and then her head flopped down and her ass instinctively lifted, giving Caihong full and free access to Rylie’s enslaved pussy.
Caihong’s claw-like hands gave Caihong yet further free access to slave pussy. Caihong pulled Rylie’s ass cheeks, still red and pulsing with pain from the spanks, wide. Caihong’s little, shrunken, deeply lined face had no trouble pressing deep into the line of Rylie’s sex.
Caihong brought Rylie to another orgasm. And then another. And then another. Each time Rylie orgasmed, her feet kicked up and wiggled spastically, and Rylie moaned or groaned some attempted version of, “Fuuuuuck!”
Caihong moved her mouth to Rylie’s clitoris. In moments, Rylie orgasmed again, this time so powerfully that it took away her breath, and she could not even attempt to say a word.
Rylie felt weak all over, every limb weak and outside of her control, but filled with strong sensations. Her weakness was no match for the sensory input. Caihong bullied Rylie with her tongue.
Rylie came again. And again. A string of drool ran from her mouth to the carpet.
Caihong sucked powerfully on Rylie’s throbbing, swollen clitty. Rylie orgasmed again.
Rylie kept orgasming even as Caihong sat back and wiped her mouth. Rylie tried to grind her pussy on the arm of the chair, could not get hardly any contact, and ended up putting on an ass bobbing show Caihong greatly enjoyed.
Caihong clapped her hands together, “We celebrate christening a new sex slave. The sex slave dances her ass in joy and in knowing her minimal but oh so useful place in the world.”
Caihong enjoyed the show, occasionally reaching out to grab Rylie’s ass, or to pinch it or poke it to make it move and dance again. Even small touches made Rylie’s ongoing orgasm swell and spill.
Caihong decided to let Rylie’s orgasm die down and to let Rylie rest for a few minutes. Not for any reason of compassion. The newly manufactured slave appeared uncoordinated, almost spastic. That was hardly suitable for Mistress pleasing, though it had pleased Caihong greatly to make Rylie into a sexual wreck.
Caihong took off her clothing below the waist. She left her upper clothing on because she got chills easily once she’d turned seventy, over a dozen years prior. No matter how warm the room or how hot the hottie or how hot Caihong’s hand was from spanking, she still frequently got the chills.
Caihong observed Rylie carefully. The American slut, now a Chinese-owned slave, had mostly recovered her breath. Her freedom and free will and self-respect would never be recovered, but Caihong looked at those losses as additions by subtraction.
Caihong picked up her cane and moved behind Rylie.
Caihong lifted the cane and brought it down medium hard on Rylie’s ass.
Crack!
Rylie startled and stiffened, looking around, and looking like she was trying to swim while slung across the chair.
Caihong ordered, “Get off from getting off on your Mistress’s chair. Kneel on the floor, slave!”
Caihong brought the cane down again.
Crack!
Rylie struggled to obey, spilling herself onto the floor. She scrambled into a kneeling position, flaming ass on the back of her calves. Her eyes were wide, her mouth parted. She looked stupid and clueless, and ready to be obedient. Just the way Caihong liked her slaves!
Caihong sat on the newly unoccupied chair and propped her cane to one side of it.
Caihong spread her scrawny legs, “Come please your Mistress, slave.”
