Her sexual history

“Tell me about your former lovers, Dyke.”

I was rescued from my panic by her interruption. That seemed like a strange question but maybe it meant that she wanted to know what I liked or what I could do, like we would be together intimately. I smiled through tears and I tried to let go of the panic I had been feeling.

“Well first there was, Jessica, she was my first and took my virginity, then there was...”

She cut me off pretty quickly.

“I don’t care about names. What did they look like?”

I wasn’t sure why that was important. Unless she planned on setting me up with someone I might find attractive but I only have eyes for her or she was planning something even worse like pimping me out. Though I don’t see why she’d care what I preferred if that were the case. Wait, maybe she has a voyeur fetish and wants to watch me with another girl! I would happily do that for her.

“Well Jessica was a tall blonde.”

She looked just like Kelly because even before that I loved Kelly.

“And the next one?”

Then I remembered how they all looked almost the same. She knew about some of them and she was almost certainly trying to make a point.

“Uh, a tall blonde...”

“And the one after that?”

“A... tall blonde...”

“Were any of your former partners anything other than a tall blonde?”

I felt so exposed and embarrassed beyond being actually exposed and embarrassed for being naked in the car and apparently for the foreseeable future. Hiding the truth wouldn’t help anything but maybe if she saw how much I was attracted to her she might begin to really get me and understand me. That’s all I could hope for.

“No, master, they all were tall blondes because they reminded me of you. In the shadows I could pretend they were you.”

I looked down at my nude self and my collar started to feel tight. She had all the power and I had willingly given to her.

“And when you were with them, what did you see your role as?”

I didn’t exactly understand what she meant. Did she mean like submissive or a girlfriend, or a booty call? I don’t know.

“Uh, I liked to go down on them a lot. I wanted to please them and I loved it when they told me I did.”

I did love giving oral as long as it was to someone who looked like her. I would do anything they asked as long as they didn’t interfere with my fantasy of them being Kelly. Most of them preferred oral but some liked things darker than that and I happily obliged them.

“Because you felt like you were pleasing me?”

She already knew the answer but I didn’t know what else to say so I just confirmed it.

“Yes, master, it filled me with purpose.”

We paused at a stoplight and others looked in to see my nude form. Knowing I was forbidden from covering made me feel like a zoo animal but I still couldn’t see any other options as long as I was keeping Kelly happy.

“I see. You really love me, don’t you?”

She didn’t sound spiteful or even like she was rubbing it in.

“More than anything, master. I will do anything for you and I expect nothing in return.”

She smiled and while it wasn’t as sadistic as before she seemed to have a lot of ideas in her head. The light turned green and we kept going.

“You expect me to fall in love with you, though don’t you?”

She wasn’t gay and she had openly stated no interest in me even as a friend. Still I wanted to believe that through this tremendous sacrifice I was making she would see me for what I am, a girl who loves her and would do anything to make her happy.

“Master... I... it’s just that I think if you spend more time with me, and just me, you might see that things are nice or that your life was better than before with me serving you, and I want that feeling to blossom into anything more than what we have now. Even if you just see me as a really good friend, being with you everyday is all I need.”

She seemed taken aback by what I said but she didn’t choose to respond. Instead we pulled into her drive way.