What was Fang thinking? Did she think Aspen would have sex with her?
Have a question, ask a question.
“Hey, ah, you’re not somehow mistakenly thinking I’m some kind of sex companion, are you? Because I am totally heterosexual. Just to be clear on that.”
Fang laughed, “Yes, you are so very heterosexual. I saw that in the doll room. You are most amusing. Do not jump to conclusions. It seems American sluts are as lacking in intelligence as legend has it.”
Fang did not want Aspen to jump to conclusions even as she wanted Aspen to jump into bed with her! In the nude!
And another crack at Americans! And at Aspen’s intelligence!
Fuck Fang! What a bitch!
Then Fang did it again, “Are you too stupid to understand words? Are you still playing that you are a doll so you cannot take off your clothes? Would you bother your Mistress to do it for you? I will do it. If you want to be a big warm doll, I will go ahead and remove your doll clothing. Dolls are fun but so stupid.”
That bitch! Aspen would show Fang she wasn’t stupid. And neither were Americans!
Aspen defiantly took off her clothes. Ha! That would show Fang!
It did. It showed Fang all of her body. Aspen realized that fact once she had the tank top off and Fang stared at Aspen’s small breasts adorned with jade barbell nipple piercings.
It was only after she took off the tank top that she realized her pierced nipples were on display. They weren’t when Aspen changed into the tank top because Aspen did that in the privacy of Aspen’s huge walk-in closet.
The cat was out of the bad and the pierced nipples were out of the tank top!
Aspen knew showing Fang her pierced nipples and making her believe piercings were a bad idea was part of her mission. That was what Caihong, Fang’s grandmother, wanted her to do.
Part of her mission or not, it made her nervous. She wasn’t sure which made her more nervous, showing Fang that her nipples were pierced or showing off her achingly erect nipples.
Aspen slowed down and lost her edge of defiant anger but kept taking off her clothes. There wasn’t much to take off. The tank top, the tutu, the winter cap. Even going slow, Aspen was nude almost immediately.
She hadn’t liked wearing that goofy shit but the phrase “better than nothing” was applicable. Now she had nothing on and the goofy shit had definitely been better than nothing.
Aspen had that, “I’ve done it now” feeling. She’d had it in the past whenever she’d gone too far out on a limb. One time, when she was very young, maybe seven years old, she had that feeling when she was literally too far out on a limb and it produced a snapping crack as it began to break.
That time she’d ended up with a broken wrist and a scabbed forehead.
Aspen had an ominous feeling that the results from this “I’ve done it now” might be much more serious than that one.
Aspen stood there, feeling exposed and, again, humiliated, while Fang looked her up and down. Fang seemed oblivious to her own nudity while far too alert to Aspen’s nudity.
How the fuck were they both naked but only Aspen felt humiliated?
Aspen couldn’t help looking Fang up and down too as Fang examined her. It was automatic.
Fang was pretty. Except for those fangs. Her thighs were on the chubby side, a bit too full compared to the rest of her body. Fang had some extra weight. She must outweigh Aspen though she was a few inches shorter than Aspen. But that didn’t mean Fang was fat. Aspen was slim to skinny.
Fang had a neatly trimmed thick black V of pubic hair. Aspen did not mean to look but she could not help looking.
Aspen regretted taking off her clothes. She felt tricked. Fang had gotten Aspen to do it by challenging Aspen’s intelligence. Then, to prove Fang wrong, Aspen had defiantly – stupidly! – obeyed the order.
Aspen consoled herself that she hadn’t had any real choice. Fang would have come over, bringing her sharpened teeth with her, and removed Aspen’s clothing if Aspen hadn’t. Then what? Stand there like a doll whose owner was changing her outfit?
She would not have fought Fang if Fang started taking off Aspen’s clothes. It would have wrecked the opportunity, not only for herself but for Rylie also.
Aspen felt such frustration. And so helpless! Fang called all the shots and Aspen had no say.
Jesus, Fang was really looking her over. In detail. Up and down. And all around, too, as she walked around Aspen.
Aspen couldn’t stand it!
“Do you need to stare like that? I’d sarcastically tell you to take a picture but I think you might actually do it.”
“Yes. I would do it. I will do it some other time. Not as of yet. Circumstances for photo opportunities will improve and quickly. Physically, you will remain the same. Quite sexy. So there is no rush. The improvement will be mental and emotional. You are not yet as compliant as needed. Soon you will be.”
The fuck she would!
Aspen sighed melodramatically, “Why are you staring?”
Fang spoke absentmindedly as she continued her examination of Aspen’s body from a few feet closer. She spoke as if she hadn’t noticed and did not care that Aspen was irritated, “Stupid American, I need to understand each doll’s body in every way. So that I can properly dress them. And for other reasons….”
Other reasons? Did Aspen want to know what they were?
Aspen was exasperated, “I’m not a doll. I’m a human being.”
“Yes, so very human. But also, a doll. Look at your little doll body. Slim like a doll. Almost perfect like a doll. Somewhat ruined with freckles. Like a doll left in a swamp for too long. Strange fungus grows on the surface of the doll. Look like freckles. Like a doll, I see you even come with… accessories.”
That made Aspen recall her pierced nipples and her new tattoos. Oh, snap!
Those jade barbells had her nipples hard and throbbing. Or maybe something else made them that way. The earlier orgasm. Or the forced nudity. Or the way Fang looked at her. Whatever. Aspen did not want to think about that!
The jade barbells might not be the initial cause of Aspen’s swollen nipples but she knew they were to blame for her nipples staying erect. Only sleep or an orgasm seemed to work to calm them down.
Sleep… or an orgasm….
Oh no. Fang said they were going to bed, but not to sleep. Aspen knew she was in danger of… something. Fang! That wily wicked spoiled twin! She was up to no good!
Fang told her, “The piercings. Tell me about them. I am most interested in piercings. Please relay your experience.”
She was on! It was game time! Aspen composed her words. She needed to get this right. Caihong did not want Fang to get piercings. Aspen was supposed to serve as a bad example, a living example of a pierced person, who had bad things to say about getting piercings.
“Oh, my piercings? I was so psyched – that means eager and thrilled – to get them, but nobody’s perfect. I fucked up big time.”
“Oh? They look nice. Are they jade? I like these.”
“Um, yeah, they’re jade. I’ve, uh, always been fascinated by Chinese culture. That’s why I picked jade. And that’s why I thought it was so cool when your grandmother told me about the opportunity to be a companion to a young woman from China. You. I don’t know, I feel like I must have lived in China in a past life.”
She was laying it on thick! Hey, brown-nosing never hurt! The more Fang thought Aspen liked China the more Fang might like her and take it easy on her.
But, uh, hopefully not like her too much… if Fang was a lesbian.
Fang scoffed, “Past life? You? No. You are too stupid to have any wisdom from a past life clinging to you. Surely you are a new soul. That is good. To me. New souls are more trusting and easier to shape into whatever form an old soul such as Fang intends.”
Aspen would never trust Fang! She bet there was an ancient Chinese proverb, somewhere, that said, “Never trust spoiled rich brats with fangs.”
Good advice! It still held true to this very day!
Aspen needed to get back on track poisoning the piercing well, so to speak, “So, I got my nipples pierced and picked out jade barbells but I hadn’t thought it through. It was a dumb thing to do. Maybe I am as stupid as you keep saying I am. After all, I was stupid enough to get my nipples pierced.”
Fang frowned, “What is the problem? Why don’t you like your piercings?”
Good, she had Fang concerned!
She knew she had to be careful with this. She had to avoid any mention, any hint at all, of nipple sensitivity. She could anticipate where that would go. Fang would want to put that to the test. She’d want proof.
Jesus, if Fang ever got her hands on Aspen’s nipples….
It would be all over! And, at the same time, the start of something terrible. Fang would know a way she could turn on Aspen almost instantly, would be able to keep her turned on with hard nipples all day, and Fang might find out how to make Aspen orgasm with a few minutes of light nipple contact.
She would work over Aspen’s nipples. She’d work over Aspen. She would work on Aspen through her nipples. Aspen might lose all control! And who would pick up that lost control? Fang! The last person in the world who Aspen would choose to have control over her.
Aspen thought she knew a way to keep Fang from even touching them. She’d turn her vulnerability into a strength or at least a no-go zone.
“Fang, I had no idea how disgusting and harmful nipple piercing is. Do you see how red and swollen they are? They look painful, right? I had them pierced over a year ago and they keep getting infected. They hurt all the time.”
Fang stepped right up, narrowed her eyes, and canted her head, “Yes, I see. They do look very red and swollen. They look erect and aroused. They look quite fetching. But you say they hurt?”
Aspen did not like Fang so close, so within immediate reach, and did not like seeing the doubt on Fang’s face.
She did not like that she felt Fang’s warm breath on her nipples. She did not like it because her nipples did like it. Good God! They were so incredibly sensitive!
“Yes, they hurt badly. Especially when I walk or my clothing rubs them and makes them hurt worse.”
“Oh!” Fang looked pleased, like a little girl with a gift, “So you must be so happy to be naked. Deal, Flame Hair Freckle Face. Fang will keep you naked all the time. Fang is a kind Mistress who is sensitive to your sensitive nipples.”
“No, no, I can wear clothes. Clothing is no big deal. My nipples hurt all the time. The clothing is only a little extra. I have no problem wearing clothing.”
Fang frowned and stared into Aspen’s eyes, “Are you lying about your nipples? Everyone knows Americans lie at will. Such a deficient mannerism. Fang needs to stomp that out of you! So, you lie?”
“No! I’m not lying!”
Fang looked into her eyes for an intense moment and then relaxed her frown, “It is good if you are not lying. Keep it in mind. Never lie to your Mistress. Ever. Or Mistress Fang will punish you.”
“Punish me? How?” Aspen did not like how squeaky her voice was. She sounded guilty. She sounded like she was scared of punishment. She guessed she was. The girl had fangs!
Fang smiled a confident smile that also conveyed she looked forward to future enjoyment for herself, “I have many ways to punish. Such punishments. I enjoy punishing. I will not tell you how. I will keep it as a surprise. I’m sure you will find out soon enough. You are stupid and I see attitude in your eyes. Maybe I see lies also. Punishing you is so certain to happen, it is almost as if foretold by an oracle.”
Aspen felt a moment of dread and then it converted into angry defiance. Aspen would never let this pushy bitch punish her!
Also… she’d make very sure to obey and do nothing to displease Fang.
Yes, she would defiantly obey at all times! Ha! Fang would look for a reason to punish her but Aspen would not fall into that trap. If she ever let Fang punish her, Aspen had a feeling it might get to be a thing. If it happened once, it might then happen hundreds of times over the next six months.
Jesus, hundreds of punishments…?
Better to not let the punishment ball get rolling down the long six-month hill!
Aspen thought she needed to do more to get Fang to avoid piercings. She might think the alleged infection issue was an exception not likely to apply to her.
“The constant infections aren’t even the worst thing. It really was stupid to get these piercings. Because people think I’m stupid! As soon as I tell them about the piercings or if they notice the piercings, they think I’m stupid. They think the piercings are proof that I’m stupid. Think about that! I pierced proof of stupidity onto my body! Now that is stupid.”
Fang said even-toned, “That is so stupid.”
Was she agreeing or did she think what Aspen said was stupid? Aspen couldn’t tell. She forged ahead.
A couple of guys I dated stopped dating me once they found out. I thought one guy was head over heels with me. As soon as he found out about my pierced nipples he stopped calling and stopped taking my calls. Another guy I was in bed with, or I was about to be, and when I took off my top he said, ‘I’m out of here,” and walked out on me.”
Aspen liked telling these little fib stories. They worked towards accomplishing her mission to turn off Fang to piercings and also hopefully worked to turn off Fang to thinking she could pull something lesbian with Aspen. They were stories about guys. The stories made it clear that Aspen was heterosexual.
“Hmm.” Fang was staring at Aspen’s nipples.
What did that mean? Did Fang believe her or not?
Was Fang about to punish her?
Aspen’s heart raced and her pulse thumped. She felt pulsing in her swollen nipples. It felt like her nipples moved, jerking slightly with each pulse.
They sure ached. They sure felt hard.
Fang didn’t move from her position standing too close to Aspen, but she did move on.
“I see your tattoos, Flame Hair Freckle Face. The letter F is on your posterior. Did you get that tattoo for me?”
“No. No! I got that… a long time ago.”
“But why an F? Why in Chinese?”
Aspen hadn’t thought about a cover story, but she came up with something on the fly, “Like I said, I got it a long time ago. I didn’t know you’d be my companion until today. I knew I’d have one but not that it would be you. The F is short for “freedom.” We Americans love our freedom.”
“And the reason it is a Chinese F?”
“Oh, I told you, I’m super into the Chinese culture. Also, then people have to ask what it means and then I get to tell them how much I love my freedom.”
Fang stared hard at her for several seconds, “Interesting. I like that you respect Chinese culture. I will enjoy making you respect it even so much more than you already do. Once respect is ratcheted up high enough, it becomes the same thing as worshipping. Fang would like to make you into a pretty worshipper. I will get you to respect many Chinese things. Some quite up close!”
Why did that sound sexual?
Because it was? Was Fang being suggestive?
It wasn’t working. No matter how hard Aspen’s nipples were!
Aspen mumbled, “That’s nice.”
Fang nodded, “Sometimes it is nice. For a change of pace.”
What did that—
Fang continued, “I think it is crazy that you had an F for freedom tattooed on your posterior. Because it stands for freedom. It stands for freedom where you sit down! Isn’t that like flying a flag upside down? It would make sense if the F stood for Fang. That would be a good cause for you. The cause of Fang.
“Freedom? It should only be valued by those who are free and should be free. You are only one of those. Freedom is not all it is cracked up to be by you Americans. You are meant to serve and freedom trips up that service. It distracts you with choices and dilutes your dedication to worthy causes such as serving Fang.”
Was she insane? Aspen hoped so!
Fang poked lightly at Aspen’s other tattoo, the one just above her pussy. The contact and proximity made Aspen gasp. If Fang moved her hand a few inches down and poked again…!
Fang said, “This one is not in Chinese. This one is funny. What made you tattoo this truth about Flame Hair Freckle Face onto your body?”
Aspen wasn’t used to lying and was sick of it. It made her nervous. Besides, she had no lie ready to go for the “SLUT” tattoo. She had never anticipated Fang would see it at all.
So she told her truth, “Most guys are too respectful in bed. I like respect outside of bed but I want things to be… more interesting in bed. That tattoo is my one-word instruction manual for them.”
Fang’s whole face lit up. She grinned. She looked thrilled.
Aspen did not like that look!
“Let’s go to bed, American.”
Right after Aspen told her “SLUT” was a one-word instruction manual for how to treat her in bed… Fang wanted to go to bed with her!
Out of the nipple-judging frying pan and into the bed with a Chinese spoiled bitch fire?
“You know, I really should have my own bed. That’s the American way.”
“American way? All the more reason not to do that. You must respect Chinese tradition!”
Sleeping nude in the same bed with your paid companion? No way was that a tradition!
It sounded more like prostitution. Because of the nudity and because payment was involved.
Except, of course, there wouldn’t be any sex.
Of course.
Right?
Fang dimmed the lighting but left a glow from the lamp that made it easy to see. She got into bed and slid to the far side. She looked at Aspen and patted the bed next to her.
Gulp.
Aspen lay on the bed. It had satin peach-colored sheets. They did feel nice.
Aspen lay on her back, head on a pillow with a matching peach-colored satin pillowcase.
Fang said, “It is hot in the bedroom. Who knows why? It isn’t like Fang raised the thermostat in anticipation of warm, then hot, bedtime.”
Wait a second! Is that exactly what Fang did? She must have! It was super warm in the bedroom and the Chiu estate was modern, not some ancient castle. It must have state-of-the-art heating.
Very suspicious! But Aspen wasn’t about to call Fang a liar. Haha, she did not want to have to punish Fang. Actually, she thought Fang was nervy enough to think Aspen would deserve a punishment for figuring out that Fang had lied to her.
Minutes passed and Aspen couldn’t help relaxing. The bed was much more comfortable than what Aspen was used to. Fang lay next to her quietly. The threat of… something… seemed to pass. It was warm in the room and the warmth made Aspen sleepy. So did the stress of the day. And her earlier energy expenditure due to her orgasm.
Dealing with Fang kept her on her toes. But now she was blessedly off her toes and off her feet.
She’d spent most of the day as a living doll. Fang had insulted her and humiliated her all day long.
Aspen had that huge orgasm. At the direction of Fang.
Now Aspen was naked in the bed of a young woman she’d just met today.
Falling asleep was an attractive escape and almost a requirement.
These fucking nipples! Even though she was tired and lying down on her back, her nipples still pulsed. Aspen snuck a glance downward. Fucking nipples! They were erect. Big. Hard.
They were moving slightly with each heartbeat. They were! Like two tiny painfully erect cocks wanting to fuck something. Well, like two tiny cocks pierced through with jade barbells.
She needed to fall asleep. That was the key. Sleep would work its nipple-calming magic.
Aspen was proud of her work fooling Fang. If Fang believed her, and she was pretty sure Fang had, there was no way Fang would get her nipples pierced. At least not until after the six months were up and Aspen had her money. After that, Fang could get a dozen piercings for all Aspen cared.
Uh, what was that sound?
It sounded like… a vibrator!
