A rambling abundance of honesty

Never in her life had Nicole felt so ****, exposed, and humiliated. Kennedy kept her hand on the older woman’s head. Making it worse was the throbbing arousal between her thighs from GoldenOwlPellet’s vibrator ****. She worried if she wasn’t completely honest they’d all think she was a homophobic misogynist. So she starts her confession.

“Yeah, so I’m in this Discord group...” The words are slow at first. She explains how she joined the group and how they trade control of her remote vibrator. That’s followed by describing the free use experiment and how she ended up with that particular man. That was probably enough because aside from the occasional whisper the entire room listens in stunned silence, but as the words come out she feels a weight lifting. It was unusual freedom. She tells them about the poker party, losing her clothes, and, although it was unnecessary, Vincent winning her for the night. “...after he woke up while I was having an orgasm he fucked me while I whinnied like a pony. He made me breakfast and left. So that’s why I have this vibrator in me at your party.”

Nicole was exhilarated.

“You’re a perverted freak,” Tabitha says. “Like, Kennedy and I had our suspicions, but what the fuck.”

The fresh exhilaration deflates.

Kennedy’s hand slides off the top of Nicole’s head. She had held her on the floor the entire time. “You’re actively propping up the patriarchy with this women should be free use fantasy.”

Nicole shakes her head. “No, I’m not. I mean, for some people, sure that’s the fantasy, but my fantasy is, uh, I guess consensual. In the story I wrote for my group my fantasy was that people could opt-in to be free use. Men, women, or whomever. Let’s say I wanted to be free of my college debt. I could register ‘free use’ with the government, which would be my status for five years or something. I’d be marked or collared, something so other people would know they could use me. Yeah, I know it’s weird, but it’s just a fantasy.”

“It isn’t though,” one of the women in the audience says. “You’re living it and you’re only offering your free use status to a sexist pig. And I guess his nephew? Gross.”

“I-I mean, yes, but that’s just because he was the guy my group chose. It wasn’t intentional.”

Kennedy paces in front of Nicole as she defends herself.

“Cathy’s right,” Kennedy says. “You aren’t really free use if you aren't offering equal opportunities for people of all political persuasions. Men or women.”

“But there was Vincent,” she says. “And my group.”

Kennedy shakes her head. “You slept with Vincent because your boyfriend told you to.”

“He’s not my boy...”

“Shush. And your group of online perverts. Well, that’s performative if there isn’t physical contact.”

Tabitha says, “It’s pretty clear you’re just a whore for the patriarchy.” Most of the room laughs.

That comment stung. She wants to explain she wasn’t. She would never have given a man like Huck the time of day if she wasn’t doing this experiment. She knows they won’t listen. They’re convinced she wants to be with Huck.

Tabitha, as if hearing the stream of thoughts running through Nicole’s head, adds “but actions speak louder than words.” She claps twice. “Liz! Janet! fetch the bench from the bedroom and put it in the center of the room.”

Wordlessly, the two women stand up and leave the room. Tabitha looks at Kennedy and the women nod to one another. A giant grin stretches across Tabitha’s face and she turns down to Nicole. “And you, strip. Everything off.”

“What?” Nicole replies not hiding the incredulity in her voice.

“Oh please, you’re lucky we didn’t make you strip when you showed up out of theme. Everything off, now.”

Nicole slowly looks around the room at all of the women watching and waiting. Finally, one calls out “strip!” The rest join in with a chant of “Strip! Strip! Strip! Strip!”

For Nicole, there was something worse about stripping in front of a group of women than it was for the men at poker night. The last time she was naked around so many other women was in high school when, due to bullying from other girls, she was much shyer about her body. Those feelings start to resurface as she gets to her feet and starts to undress. She starts by slipping out of her shoes. She next lifts her dress up and over her head. As she places her items on the floor, Kate picks them up.

As Nicole reaches behind her back to remove her bra, Janet and Liz come back into the room awkwardly carrying a big bench. They drop it in the middle of the room with a thud. It’s essentially a modified gynecological examination table. Nicole is so confused by the bench she barely notices Kate snatching the bra from her hands and that she’s now standing in her underwear and fishnets.

“Knee height, bitches” Tabitha says to Liz and Janet. Nicole watches as they lower the bench. “And stirrups up.”

“Hey,” Kate says snapping her fingers in front of Nicole’s face. “Keep going.”

Nicole sighs and looks down at her lower half. She does her best to ignore that she’s about to be completely naked in front of a group of strangers for the second night in a row. “Fucking fine,” she mumbles under her breath and pushes the panties and fishnets down at the same time. She holds them out for Kate. As Kate takes the last articles of clothing Nicole looks at the room of women. “Are you happy now? I’m naked. Now what?”

Kennedy starts laughing. “Don’t be so rude to our guests. Bitches, “she says turning to Liz and Janet. “Nicole could use some support. You should strip, too.”

“As you wish, Kennedy,” Liz says and starts removing her power suit.

Janet, on the other hand, hesitates, “but Kennedy, you said if I gave the presentation....”

“Shut it, brat. I changed my mind. Do you have a problem with that?”

Janet huffs. “No, Kennedy, you know what’s best for me.” She joins Liz and starts stripping.

Tabitha laughs and bites her lip watching the two other women strip. “Bi-cole, on your back on the bench. Feet in the stirrups.”

Nicole feels her entire body trembling. She’s had fantasies like this except it was always with groups of men. In fact, there was part of her that thought this might happen last night. Now here she is in a room full of women, maybe all lesbians, about to do who knows what. She crosses the six feet to the bench and gets on her back. She spreads her legs and places her ankles on the stirrups. Looking through her own legs she realizes she’s completely spread open facing the group of women.

“Look at her little pink vibrator tail hanging out between her lips,” someone says and there’s giggling. “What a slut, who does that?” another says. “God, her labia and thighs are absolutely glistening. She loves this,” still another who Nicole thinks might be the one named Kate.

Nicole’s view of the women is blocked when Tabitha steps between the stirrups. She grabs the straps hanging from the left one and wraps them around Nicole’s leg. “Hi neighbor,” Tabitha whispers as she straps Nicole down. She does the right leg after the left.

“What are you going to do to me?” Nicole asks.

Tabitha comes around and wraps a strap around Nicole’s waist. Buckling that one and clicking a little lock on it. “Helping all of your self-hating dreams come true.”

“Self-hating? I’m not...”

Tabitha bends down by Nicole’s face. She wraps another strap around Nicole’s neck. “You said you’re bi, but I think you’re actually super queer, but you let that gross sexist beast fuck you because you need to believe you’re like him. Is that too tight?”

Nicole was so confused. “No, not too tight,” she says. She didn’t hate herself. And she explained why she was with Huck earlier. It wasn’t anything but a fantasy realized.

Tabitha leans in closer. Her breath was on Nicole’s ear. “Honestly, I had such a crush on you when we first moved in, but Kenny didn’t want anything to do with you. I think she sensed how attracted I was to you.”

Nicole listens. Feeling even more confused. They were both mean to her but Tabitha was definitely the less mean of the two.

“And, “she continued, “to learn that you’re so kinky....even more than I expected. Fuck. But, we need to fix you.” She stands up just as Kennedy walks up next to her.

“What’s going on over here? Is she secure?”

“Yes. She’s not going anywhere.”

“Good,” Kennedy says. “Now remove that vibrator from her cunt and we’ll get started.”

“Wait,” Nicole says trying to look up but unable to move without **** herself. “I can’t remove it. If it’s out for more than five minutes it’ll alert my Discord friends and I’ll be punished for 12 hours. Please.” Nicole is **** to have time to herself this weekend. She needs to decompress before her parents visit on Sunday.

Tabitha walks back between Nicole’s legs. She places her fingers on the little pink tail and gently tugs on it. Nicole gasps.

Kennedy says, “what’s with these subby bitches thinking their problems are our problems? Remove it, Tabby.”