Rylie found herself in a new world. A strange and alarming world where she felt helpless and submissive and aroused.
It felt like she’d left America. She was on her knees at a Chinese estate.
Rylie did not even feel entirely like she was an American. Americans were free and full of self-determination. She was a slave! Supposedly. It did seem hard to believe. She had not fully accepted it because she could barely understand it. She hadn’t known this was a possibility, that such a thing could ever occur to her.
She was… owned.
She was… a belonging.
Was she? Was she really? Really Rylie?
Didn’t she have self-determination? Some of it? Some was left?
For a while, she had seemed to lack sufficient determination while the mean Chinese women had an abundance of it. They had again and again determined what Rylie did or did not do.
Maybe she really was owned. Really Rylie. Blink blink blink.
Rylie sat on her heels and stared at Caihong, who sat in the chair with her thin legs spread, nude below the waist.
Caihong was her Mistress. A new one. Another one.
Caihong had just told Rylie to please her Mistress.
Please her….
Rylie unabashedly stared at Caihong’s pussy. She couldn’t quite understand what her Mistress wanted of her, but her Mistress’s pussy was interesting. It was so old! Rylie had never seen such an old pussy. Not by decades! Not in real life. Not this close up!
It was fascinating.
That pussy was so old!
Rylie tried to marshal her neurons and get them working together to generate useful thoughts. Her Mistress needed something of her. Now was no time to stare at an old pussy.
Did her Mistress need her veiny calves massaged?
Did her Mistress need her to go make some hot tea for her?
What could Rylie do for her Mistress?
Of course, she wanted to help her Mistress. She wanted to do whatever her Mistress wanted her to do. Rylie knew she’d taken things all wrong before. To think, she’d thought Xiang was treating her wrong when actually Xiang was treating Rylie exactly the way she should and needed to be treated.
Rylie had somehow thought she did not or should not have a Mistress. That was how she felt when the meeting with Caihong began. And now Rylie had two Mistresses. And a new view of herself.
How had she ever thought so highly of herself? She’d thought she was smart and meant to be free. But no, she was an idiot, and she was meant to be a slave. That was now clear.
It was so saucy of her the way she’d resisted Xiang. How had Xiang put up with her? Xiang had only spanked her, humiliated her, tattooed her, and had her pierced. Quite tolerant of her! Rylie would need to apologize to Mistress Xiang as soon as she could.
Rylie had to be sure to add the name after the title Mistress from then on. She had two Mistresses now. Or was it three? Would Fang also be her Mistress? It sounded like Xiang’s twin was possibly as Mistress-y as Xiang was.
Well, Rylie had at least two of them. A sexual one, Xiang, and an overall commanding one, the wise one, the old one, Caihong.
Rylie guessed Caihong was a little bit sexual also. She was too old to be truly sexual! But Caihong had gotten her naked and had spanked her slutty ass. Spanking a bare slutty ass was a little bit sexual!
Caihong had also handled her nipples….
Oh. Fuck. Caihong had also licked her pussy and sucked on her clitoris! That had to count as sex. Well, it wasn’t Rylie’s fault! She was only an obedient slave. Mistresses made the big decisions for her. And the little ones. All the decisions.
Rylie had not participated in that pussy licking. She had only received a pussy licking. And she had orgasmed. But that was all! She had not really participated. Not really.
Really Rylie?
What was a slave like her supposed to do about it? Resist the will of a Mistress? No way. Whenever she resisted, she got punished.
It was also true that she got punished when she failed to resist. It wasn’t easy being a slave! No wonder people did not want to be slaves!
A slave had to take whatever they had to take. Rylie decided she was an innocent slave if she only took pain and took pleasure. She had not taken any active role other than actively orgasming.
Rylie was sure it was some kind of exception. Maybe Caihong had to lick the pussy of a new slave. Maybe it was a Chinese tradition. One of the hidden traditions you never heard about. The Chinese were so fucking secretive!
Rylie guessed that keeping secrets worked for the Chinese. Had she known there was any chance at all that she’d get turned into a slave and have a female octogenarian lick her pussy, she never would have signed that contract.
Wait! Maybe the contract wasn’t legal! Could slaves sign contracts? Rylie bet they couldn’t. It would be too human and too equal.
Oh fuck. But she wasn’t a slave when she signed the contract, was she? Only afterward did she become a slave. And, even if it was declared null and void in a court of Chinese slavery, Rylie still was what she was now. A slave.
What about emancipation? Didn’t that happen to some slaves? Yeah, maybe so, but who would emancipate her? Not the Chius! Not herself either. And Aspen could not even help herself.
Current odds of emancipation: zero.
Oh my. Oh gross. Mistress Caihong was fingering her pussy! She was tapping at her clitoris.
Was Mistress Caihong going to keep doing that once Rylie started her foot massage, or whatever it turned out that Mistress Caihong wanted?
Rylie hoped not! That was way too personal! Was she allowed to question what a Mistress did? Probably not. At least, not out loud. But she would question it plenty, her own secret, as she rubbed Mistress Caihong’s veiny calves or whatever Rylie was expected to do.
“Slave, now bring slave mouth here.”
Caihong tapped a wrinkly finger at the top of her slit.
Where “here?” There!?!
Did Mistress Caihong realize that was her pussy? Did Mistress Caihong remember how old she was? Did Mistress Caihong not see how young and beautiful in her new slave was, a slave worthy of a prince?
Mistress Caihong could not really—
…
Really Rylie?
Rylie’s mind had tried every which way to avoid and redirect, but was now stuck knowing.
She did know what Mistress Caihong wanted.
But she would never—
Really Rylie? What else did she know?
That Mistress Caihong was the Mistress, and Rylie was the slave. Mistress Caihong was wise, and Rylie was stupid.
Rylie knew what Mistress Caihong wanted, could no longer avoid knowing it, and she also knew she obeyed and gave in and did what her Mistresses wanted. That was what a slave did. Whatever their Mistress wanted them to do.
That was it. Her resistance was over before it could become fully formed.
Rylie leaned forward on her knees with her hands flat on the top of her thighs. Rylie brought her slave mouth to where one of her Mistresses wanted it.
Caihong crowed, “Yes! Slave mouth is in the best place now for a slave mouth. It is a slave’s mission in life to serve and please her Mistresses. You will do this so often now. Every day for the rest of your life. Perhaps it is best if I state it as every day for the rest of my life. Your Mistress Caihong may only have two or three more decades. Ah, but what decades they will be, such enjoyable decades with slaves such as yourself working soft mouths so hard to please their Mistress Caihong.”
Rylie worked her soft mouth hard to please her Mistress Caihong. It was true. What Mistress Caihong said was true. Rylie was trying hard to please her Mistress. It sounded like Rylie would not be the only slave mouth on this ancient pussy. Aspen too? That must be what Mistress Caihong was talking about. Who she was talking about.
Wow, what would Aspen think when she had to lick an eighty-some-year-old pussy? Judging by the dazed look in her eyes at dinner and her total lack of speech or resistance, Aspen probably would not think anything at all and would just do what she was told to do.
Rylie came to Caihong to get out from under Xiang, and now she was still under Xiang (probably much further under), and she was practically literally under Caihong. Rylie had a goal and at least some level of determination. She had not seen that from Aspen. If Rylie couldn’t do it, and she hadn’t and now knew she couldn’t and probably never would, then Aspen had no chance.
Rylie felt like she was living in a blurry dream, a steamy one, one that tasted like old pussy. None of this could be real, and yet she knew it was.
Rylie wasn’t sure if Mistress Caihong’s pussy tasted old, per se. Rylie had never tasted an old pussy before. But Mistress Caihong’s pussy tasted different than Mistress Xiang’s much younger pussy.
Rylie added her young woman’s saliva to the mix. Maybe her mouth would be Mistress Caihong’s fountain of youth for her old pussy. Rylie mixed in lots of young saliva into the old pussy. It was easy because Rylie was salivating a lot. She didn’t know why. Her mouth was so eager. Doing this was so twisted that it made her want to twist her tongue right on into Mistress Caihong.
Mistress Caihong had tamed her. Mistress Caihong had dominated her and made her submit. Rylie felt like she needed to reward Mistress Caihong for her successful corruption of her.
On her knees doing this, doing the oral work while Mistress Caihong relaxed, while Mistress Caihong no longer had to put forth any effort at all to make Rylie do what Mistress Caihong wanted, seemed like the ultimate submission. That made Rylie feel incredibly submissive, and that feeling mixed with her powerful post-multiple-orgasms feeling.
Rylie was never in her life more turned on by an emotional feeling than she was right then.
Rylie swept Mistress Caihong’s little old pussy with Rylie’s slutty young woman tongue. Up and down and all around, working her saliva in like it was an ointment for treating aged labia.
Mistress Caihong sounded like she was feeling the effects, “Ah, yes, yes, yes. You are doing so well as a slave. You understand your place finally. You are pleasing your Mistress so well. Tell Mistress Caihong how happy you are that your misunderstanding about being not-a-slave has been cleared up. Speak, slave.”
Mistress Caihong sure liked to rub things in! So much so that she was willing to allow a delay in Rylie’s activity of rubbing her hot tongue on Mistress Caihong’s pussy.
Rylie was surprised that she spoke so quickly, without having to think the words through, and with such sincerity, “Thank you, Mistress Caihong, for guiding me and saving me from my idiocy. I am now a slave and will forever seek to please you and Mistress Xiang.”
“You will most often seek your tongue into our pussies. And our superior asses.”
Their asses!?! But just as quickly as Rylie felt the pulse of shock and disgust, it was replaced by an “of course” feeling and a feeling of lust to be used to the extreme.
Mistress Caihong added, “Do not forget, or perhaps you should not realize, you will also be Fang’s slave.”
It was not surprising news.
“Yes, Mistress Caihong, I understand Mistress Fang will also be my Mistress.”
“Do not fear getting pulled in too many directions at once. We have way plenty sex slaves. You will not fear too much use. You will dread too little use. You will need to compete and do your best to hold our attention. If we grow overly bored of you or of Flame Hair Now Very Freckled Face, we will sell you to someone who will make better use of you.”
Rylie thought it was true that she would dread too little use more than too much. She’d been used nonstop for more than twenty-four hours, and she was tired overall but not tired of being used. She wanted it. She felt addicted. Submission filled her world and left very little room for anything else.
She would have to do her very best to give her utmost to please her three Mistresses. She must not fail them and bore them! Failing them was to fail herself!
Rylie did not doubt that Aspen either was as much of a sex slave as herself or soon would be. Aspen must have submitted to Fang, and Rylie had watched her submit to Xiang. Mistress Caihong had very nearly made Aspen cum the day before by milking her hypersensitive, newly pierced nipples. Yes, Mistress Caihong would have her way with Aspen just as she was having her way with Rylie.
They were led astray way off the path they’d been on. A path where each day was uncertain but free. Now the path was certain. Slavery.
Would Mistress Caihong or the other Mistresses sell them? Rylie did not doubt that they would if they wanted to. It was no empty threat. It wasn’t even a threat. It was stated as a simple fact. If either of them was sold, then it was on them for not being pleasing enough for their Mistresses.
Rylie felt a new determination, filling the now-empty slot of her previous determination to save Aspen and herself. She was determined that if one of them was sold off, it would be Aspen. Or at least that Aspen would be sold off first. Rylie wanted to be the best sex slave!
Mistress Caihong began gasping and writhing in the chair. Rylie hoped she wasn’t having a heart attack!
“Lick it, slave! Lick my Chinese pussy, slave!”
Rylie did as ordered. She was not surprised when Mistress Caihong orgasmed, she was happy to please, but she was surprised by the small flood of juices Mistress Caihong released. They tasted odd, like the drippings on cave walls, the ones that formed stalagmites and stalactites.
“Slurp it up, slave! Your Mistress Caihong makes pussy soup for you!”
Oh, so that was what it was? Pussy soup? Rylie had never heard of that dish. She guessed being a sex slave was a great opportunity to expand her palette.
Rylie slurped it up and drank it down. It made her hot to do it. The nastiness of it was a turn on. Knowing she was pleasing her Mistress was a turn on. Feeling her utter submission was a huge turn-on.
Afterward, Mistress Caihong had her adopt her previous position, hands on her ankles, ass towards Mistress Caihong.
“Is my new sex slave so very aroused?”
Rylie realized she was.
“Yes, Mistress Caihong!”
“You may play with your pussy. One hand only! Make sure to put on a good show. Don’t cover up the slave pussy that belongs to your Mistress.”
Good point! Her Mistress wanted to see the action!
Rylie used one finger to rub along her slit and tried to keep the others out of the way. It would take longer to cum this way, but Rylie had no doubt she would orgasm. She was so fucking turned on! It was such a turn on to be a slave! Who knew? Rylie had not known. If she had, she would have tried to succumb to evil bitches a long time ago.
Why did she even go to college? She wasted those college years learning stuff when she could have been slaving away as a sex slave! She really was an idiot.
She sensed movement and heard a small scrape behind her, like rubber dragged on carpet. She wasn’t sure what Mistress Caihong was doing, but figured Mistress Caihong would tell her what she needed to know. Or not. It was up to the Mistress. It was up to Rylie to rub her pussy and put on a good show.
Rylie saw that was a big benefit of a Mistress and slave situation. A clear-cut division of responsibilities. One gave the orders, and the other one followed them no matter what.
Rylie’s eyes went wide when she felt contact against her asshole. She hadn’t felt anything trailing towards it. Whatever it was arrived right on target, nailing Rylie’s sphincter, goosing it, and then pushing insistently.
Rylie didn’t know what it was or what was going on. But she knew what to do about it. Not a damn thing. She had her orders. Rylie kept fingering her pussy.
It felt hard and yet soft also. A lot like a cockhead and about the same size!
Was something about to fuck her ass!?!
It popped past her ring and entered her.
She was getting fucked in the ass! By… something!
It drove further in and Rylie grunted. Her sliding finger sped up without her awareness.
Caihong noticed, “New slave is very aroused by anal penetration. Good. We will be sure to do it often. We will do many things often, even things that are rare in the so-called free world. You are in a new world now.”
God, she was, she really was.
Whatever it was pushed several more inches in. Rylie grunted louder, a needy, abandoned grunt. And then she kept huffing and grunting.
The penetration in her ass worked in and out. It was thrusting in her. It was all Rylie could do to hold her ankle-holding position. It felt like someone was pushing her ass hard. Like the biggest finger ever was jabbing deep into her ass.
Caihong said, “My cane is very useful. It is a cane that is also a dildo. Or is it a dildo that is also a cane?”
Her cane…?
Her cane!?!
Rylie stiffened, partly from shock and partly from near-orgasm at the humiliating, nasty revelation.
Caihong noticed Rylie’s reaction. Caihong chuckled, “Yes, new slave, you are getting cane-fucked up your slave ass! Haha! You are an anal cane fucker!”
Caihong laughed and laughed and thrust and thrust the cane. Rylie huffed and groaned and rubbed her slit and fully cooperated in her humiliating cane-fucking.
“You get my cane so dirty, but it will soon be cleaned. It will be cleaned by mouth!”
By mouth!?! Rylie would have to suck on the cane after it was up her ass?
Not quite.
“After you cum with a cane up your ass, you will return to the dining room to serve and service Xiang. You will do a team-up with Flame Hair So Very Freckled Face. Then you will send your former friend – she is a former friend because slaves are not allowed to have friends – to me. It will be she who sucks clean my cane.”
Mistress Caihong was disgusting, vile, and malicious! But she was their Mistress now, one of them, and Rylie knew everything would play out just the way Mistress Caihong said it would.
Just the idea of it, how awful and debasing it was, and that feeling of utter submission, beyond any understanding or repair, made Rylie launch into another orgasm.
