Conflict

I walked into the hall and suddenly their voices were all the more clear. The air conditioning seemed stronger out here and I felt cold. Suddenly I had a lot less confidence as my most recent orgasm started to become more a memory than a feeling. Still my master wanted me more malleable and to me that meant more adaptable and more willing to do what she wanted and needed. I need to live that, I needed to be that, for her. The slickness between my thighs was awkward but this was me now. I hoped the bindings weren’t a permanent part of my life... unless that’s what my master wanted. Actually I just hoped they weren’t but could accept them if they were.

“I think I hear her now.” Said Kelly sounding excited.

“Wait, she was here the whole time?” Asked Anne.

“Yeah, that’s not what you said at all.” Said Stephanie.

“I didn’t say anything I said she’d join us for dinner in a little bit.”

“There was an obvious implication to what you said. Why were you hanging with Emily on your own? Don’t you hate her?” Asked Anne.

“God damn, this pasta is good.” Said Liz who was kinda aloof and avoided conflict like the plague.

“I told you it was Emily’s recipe. You made her cook just so she could have the privilege of hanging out? That’s fucked, Kelly.” Said Stephanie.

Not thinking of how this could be interpreted as more ‘fucked’ I took a deep breath and stepped into the kitchen. Liz, a short stout brunette, turned and spaghetti dropped from her mouth into the bowl. Stephanie, about my height slim and athletic with smaller boobs due to years of gymnastics and a big ass from lots of squats, looked at Liz and saw her staring in my direction. She turned and I don’t think I’ve seen anyone look more angry.

There I was naked, bindings lifting my breast with overly erect nipples, collared, covered in sweat and juices running down my thighs with an overly stimulated pussy and they all just stared at me. I couldn’t find words. I wanted to explain that everything was okay but as I came down from my orgasm I wasn’t exactly sure that it was and their reactions weren’t exactly helping.

“What in the Jesus H. Fuck is this?!” Asked Stephanie.

I watched Anne, with curly red hair and glasses, between Kelly and I in height with larger breasts than any of us, ball her fist up as she looked away from me probably feeling like she was violating me just by looking.

“Kelly, you bitch, what the fuck did you do?!” Asked Stephanie again. She got up and started walking towards me.

Kelly seemed surprised by the reaction. I started to cry and I didn’t think about how that could lead them to think I wasn’t a willing participant in all this which I was, at least marginally.

“Where’s your clothes? we’re leaving.” Said Stephanie as she got up to me and started to go around me to untie me.

Kelly got up to go to me or her or us and Stephanie turned.

“Come one step closer and I will fucking end you, Kelly.” Said Stephanie.

I started crying more worrying I was ruining Kelly’s reputation and also causing her to receive threats of ****.

“Don’t untie her.” Said Kelly with the confidence of a woman who didn’t just have her life threatened.

“Excuse me?” Said Stephanie who never managed to start untying me.

“She wants this.” Said Kelly.

Stephanie turned to me and I nodded meekly.

“She doesn’t know what she wants! She loves you and you are using it to completely humiliate and **** her.” Said Anne who decides to get up from the table.

Liz remained seated as she for some reason was able to continue eating as she turned herself around completely, to somehow pretend this wasn’t going on.

“She knows what she wants. That’s why she signed the contract.”

Stephanie turned around to face me and cupped my face between her hands as my sweaty cheeks touched her and I felt more embarrassed.

She looked into my eyes and I tried to avoid hers. “Tell me you didn’t, tell me you didn’t...”

I nodded again sobbing. I felt boxed in as I was naked and bound around three clothed women who weren’t slaves. Stephanie leaned her head into mine and then hugged me into her chest.

“Kelly...” said Stephanie trying to think of words clenching her teeth as she held me to her.

Anne was crying and Liz turned her head back towards us out of curiosity and then turned back but chose to look me look me up and down first.

“Kelly, you need to let her go.” Said Anne.

“She doesn’t want to go.” Said Kelly.

Stephanie took offer her jacket and put it around me.

Well if I had ever wondered if they cared I certainly knew now. Maybe if I was more assured of it I wouldn’t be in the situation I was now but that seemed like I was trying blame them for my poor choices which wasn’t fair to them. It didn’t matter what they said or what they did because I was hers even if she’d never be mine.

“She’s not allowed to wear that.” Said Kelly and I shook it off my shoulders and it fell to the ground.

Stephanie looked at me flabbergasted as I willingly showed myself nude and bound.

“Emily, you need to come with me right now. I won’t let her hurt you. I will hire an attorney and fight this.”

I knew what Kelly was going to say before she said it and I couldn’t imagine why she was actively making things worse.

“Her name’s not Emily anymore.”

She was going to get herself hurt at this rate and I didn’t want that at all.

“Master, lets not discuss that.”

Anne yelled “Master?!” at the same time as Stephanie yelled “then what’s her fucking name?!”

Stephanie then shook her head practically shaking with rage. Kelly tried to speak but Stephanie shouted over.

“Don’t even tell me! Her name is Emily and if it isn’t, your name is cunt until it is again!”

“Don’t call her cunt...” was all I could whisper.

“Emily, she’s taking advantage of you to maybe the largest degree possible. You’re not thinking clearly.”

“I am...” I whispered as Anne looked at Stephanie and they nodded.

Anne stood between Kelly and I and Stephanie picked me up and threw me over her shoulder. My legs flailed as as she turned and I couldn’t do anything with my arms bound. I realized anyone looking would see my wet and open pussy and even my butthole which might even show evidence of what the sybian had done to me back there. I was getting my juices all over Stephanie’s shoulder and she probably could smell it given its proximity to her face. She started walking towards the door and then Anne followed. Liz turned to watch again. As I stretched my binding bunched up squeezing my breasts in awkward positions and causing them to flop around. I was getting more turned on by this and I needed to be heard.

I whispered “Stop...” but no one could hear me.

“This is theft!” Yelled Kelly letting them know I was property and definitely not helping the situation.

I realized that even if my friends were coming from the right place in their hearts no one was listening to me.

“Put me down!” I shouted.

Stephanie was trying to open the door with me flailing over her. I tried to get down on my own but she held me tight. I looked up at Anne behind me. Kelly was following behind her and Liz looked like she was just enjoying watching the show.

“Listen to me!” I shouted.

Liz finally started to stand and I was being held naked and restrained and trying like hell to get down, she seemed to be giggling. I was surrounded by everyone and I felt so exposed and humiliated and I just wanted everything to stop. I ended up accidentally kicking Stephanie in the head and she fell backwards and I landed with a thud on my butt but my wet and open pussy was essentially dragged over the top of her face as I was landing. To my further degradation it was very stimulating. I stood up even more humiliated after accidentally doing that to her when she was just trying to help. It was awkward trying to stand while bound and now I was completely surround as Stephanie stood back up.

“Jesus Christ.” She shouted wiping at her face.

Liz decides to speak “why don’t we all just talk and come to some sort of understanding?”

“Understanding? Cunt is a fucking monster for doing this. We have to protect Emily.”

Anne had apparently followed Stephanie’s lead on Kelly’s new name. I needed to protect my master and whatever was happening between all of us needed to be resolved because I couldn’t lose my friends either.

“Her name isn’t Cunt...” I wasn’t going to use her name because even given how delicate the situation was I knew I had to follow orders... “and my name is... Dyke.”

All the fight seemed to drain from Stephanie and Anne as they took in what I said and they honestly just looked sad. I felt awful that I was causing them to feel such a way but I wasn’t going with them, I was staying with Kelly and our relationship, whatever it was, seemed the most important thing worth protecting. It was weird but being treated like property and being a **** gave me a role and I never felt like I had one. It gave me a sort of confidence I’d not felt before.

“Let’s talk, all of us.”

Kelly seemed to frown as I took charge. Like she wanted to me to be a bawling mess.

“Yes, let’s talk, all of us.” She said and I swallowed nervously as she seemed to want to take me back down a peg.

My stomach growled as I was reminded of my hunger and I looked at my pasta wondering how I was even going to eat. I felt like everyone could smell my pussy and the confidence that had been surging was now wavering. We made our way to the kitchen table which had only four chairs and I wondered how everything would go.