Prepare the talking pillow

The four girls sat down and I stayed standing as I guess slaves don’t get chairs. Liz was looking at me, Kelly was looking at Stephanie and Anne, Stephanie and Anne had their heads in their hands while they tried to come to terms with the fact that someone they cared about was in this situation. It seemed only Liz and Kelly were capable of eating as my own food sat their getting cold and I was hungry but bound I couldn’t do anything to help myself and I was afraid to ask for help given the atmosphere of the room.

Stephanie seemed to be taking it harder than anyone and the fact that I did this willingly, if not mildly under **** by being threatened with losing the woman I loved more than life itself, seemed to be what was upsetting her most. The silence was thick with a spectrum of emotions and I was the cause of all of them. I really didn’t think through how this would effect other people. I really didn’t think this through at all. When I was told I’d only be wearing a collar I only thought about how people would get off and mock me not that it could destroy the people who care about me and my dignity.

Finally Kelly spoke.

Kelly said “so what needs to be talked about?”

Stephanie immediately shouted over her.

“How you’re a bad a person. How you could do this to someone. Someone that worships the ground you walk on that you don’t deserve at all. I regret that we ever formed this friends group because nothing as good has ever come from it as this is bad.”

I started crying again and my bindings were driving me crazy. I wanted to hug her and tell her I was going to be okay even if I wasn’t just so she wouldn’t be so sad.

Kelly barely reacted.

“Okay, when my family has issues we have a ‘talking pillow’ where only the person holding the talking pillow can talk. Since we seem to want to shout over each other I think we should use one.”

Anne spoke this time.

“Well go get one, because I have a lot of shit I’d like to say.”

Kelly smiled.

“We already have one...”

She gestured at me and I shuddered.

“... she can sit on our laps and when she does it’s your turn to speak.”

Even in attempts at peacefully resolving our problems she had to **** me. It’s a power move; she knows that she has all the power here and is showing them even as she at least pretends to want hear them out. Then I remembered the slickness between my legs and how I’d soil their laps.

“But, master...”

She looked at me and then looked me up and down.

“What, Dyke?”

I could tell she knew the problem but wanted to make me say it. Stephanie was pissed at my new name but just curled her fists.

“I’m all sweaty and...”

“And?”

She was really going to make me say it. I wish I didn’t love her so much.

“My pussy’s all wet, master.”

The other girls turned their heads in shame except Liz who stared intently at it and I blushed. It didn’t belong to her; my pussy belonged to my master. Bound I couldn’t cover it and closing my legs would stimulate it further so I guess I just have to keep putting on a show.

“Oh come here, my little Dyke, master will clean you.”

She grabbed a couple napkins and I really hoped she wouldn’t make me eat them this time but I walked closer and excitedly waited to feel my master’s touch on my pussy. I could’ve never had this as a non-****. I knew it was worth it.

“Don’t you fucking touch her.” Screamed Anne.

It seemed like Kelly was getting off on the threats and insults at this point.

“Wait, but I’m Cunt and that’s her cunt, and she’s Dyke because she’s a dyke, which means she likes it when dykes and cunts touch so I don’t see the problem.”

Even her word play was “master”-ful. I giggled and Anne looked at me like she thought I was losing my sanity. Kelly didn’t wait for a response instead she just waved me closer and the others watched as I followed with no hesitation at all. I was almost shaking with anticipation, Kelly was going to touch me. I didn’t care who saw, the girls might finally understand, that I was going to be happy in a way I never could’ve been as a non-****.

The girls watched as she grabbed my ass to steady herself and took the napkins and very gently wiped up and down my pussy. Liz seemed enjoy it and Anne and Stephanie seemed to be forcing themselves to watch either to make sure she didn’t do anything wrong or maybe just to make sure I was okay. I was ready for anything and everything, I had no use of my hands so I was just surrendering and trusting her and it felt so right. The way we were standing I was on one side of the table with my pussy facing the girls, Kelly was sitting to my side with one hand on my ass which was facing away and I felt her hand drift further into my crack. She was very gentle on my pussy and I began to moan lowly.

“You can stop now. I’d rather she dirty my pants then watch her be molested.” Said Stephanie.

“Am I molesting you, Dyke?” Asked Kelly

“No...Master, this is...all I ever wanted.” I said between moans.

I tried smiling at the girls to show how happy I was but Stephanie looked like she was about to cry.

“Stephanie...” I said but my master cut me off.

“Don’t worry about her, she’s making this about her. It’s about you.”

I couldn’t tell if she was being sweet or just trying to make Stephanie feel bad. Maybe both.

She gripped my ass, and let her pointer finger rest over my butthole and as she started to grind the napkin in harder. I was in heaven. I moaned deeply and Anne got up and walked away, I watched her go the bathroom and slam the door. Liz seemed like she was trying to discreetly sneak her hand under the table like she was getting off too. I began to spasm as my bindings bunched up squeezing my breasts and I felt her finger gently start to push into my ass my master was almost inside me. I began to cry in joy as I moaned and she rubbed. Stephanie looked broken but, to my shame, I didn’t care.

“I love you.” I said I couldn’t help it.

“I know, Dyke.” She said smiling.

Finally she pushed her finger into my butt up to the first knuckle and I realized the girls couldn’t tell because her hand was behind me. I felt myself clenching not to keep her out but to keep her in trying to pull her in more. She rubbed me up and down again and again and I humped against her hand. I was a collared, bound, naked, **** but in a way I had never been more free.

I was close to cumming for the third time today as she pushed the finger in my ass harder and started moving it up and down and around and I felt myself humping back and forth against the finger and her hand. She pushed the finger to the second knuckle and I was drooling from just the idea of my master feeling my insides.

Liz looked like she was ready to cum herself as I’d never seen this look in her eyes before but then Stephanie leaned against her and began crying on her shoulder. I felt awful. My pleasure was causing her so much pain but I wanted this. She needed to accept it but I wasn’t sure she could.

Kelly seemingly either satisfied with breaking Stephanie or that she had cleaned me well enough pulled away but she pushed her finger in my ass all the way to the base and I moaned loudly, as she moved it around and I felt the closest I had to being a recipient of her love. She left it in for a few moments longer before pulling it out as well. I was shaking and panting and so close to cumming but my master felt it was done and I tried to accept it. I was still covered in sweat, probably more so now, and I knew my pussy would keep leaking given my arousal but I would be whatever she wanted to be and appear in any way she wanted me to appear.

I dropped to my knees and tried to kiss Kelly but she placed her hands on sternum holding me back and I accepted it. She looked into my eyes.

“I’m not a dyke but I am your master, I know what’s best. Do you trust me?”

I smiled. I was crying with happiness, my life is all I ever wanted right now.

“‘More than anything, master.”

She tossed away the napkin but not before taking some more and wiping the finger that had been in my butt.

“Are you hungry?”

My stomach growled.

“Yes, master.”

Still on my knees she took the fifth bowl and with my arms bound she started to feed me my pasta. I eagerly chewed and swallowed as she fed me over and over. I felt so pampered and I kept looking at Stephanie hoping she would see how well I was being taken care of but she just was still buried in Liz’s shoulder. I hoped she would be okay and I wanted to check on Anne but I was happy for maybe the first time in my life. As I chewed I would sometimes get too much and spill on my breasts.

“Liz, could you help me keep Dyke clean?”

I didn’t like the sound of that; my body didn’t belong to me but it didn’t belong to Liz either.

Liz gave Stephanie a quick side hug and got up. Stephanie put her head down on the table.

Liz was still hot even if she was a bit on the heavier side but I was not in love with her like I was Kelly. I didn’t want to be shared. Still, if that’s what Kelly wanted I had to accept it.

Liz grabbed some napkins and seemed to be very nervous as she hesitantly placed her hand over my breast without yet touching it.

“Tell her it’s okay, Dyke.”

I didn’t want to but I wanted Kelly to have everything she wanted.

“It’s okay, Liz. You can touch me.”

Liz corrected me and I was caught off guard.

“It’s Ms. Taylor or ma’am to you.”

I frowned but Kelly smiled.

“You’re so right, Liz. She should address you as her superior.”

I looked at Kelly as she fed me again and I saw she was serious. Even if she was being cruel she was right, I had accepted a lower station in life and I had to deal with the consequences.

“It’s okay, ma’am. You can touch me. If my master says anything is okay, then it’s okay.”

Liz places the napkin over my breast and I felt my nipple harden in her hand. She rubbed over my breast cleaning me while I took another bite. I had never had so much attention before and it felt like I was special. I never had been in a multi-partner sex act because I was always afraid I’d end up feeling like a third wheel but here I was definitely center. I moaned as Liz rubbed my breast, my clit felt incredibly stiff and I knew my pussy wasn’t going to be clean much longer. I felt juices drop down my inner thighs and I hoped Kelly would clean me again.

“Oh, Dyke, another drip. You’re like an animal in heat.” Said Kelly as she fed me another bite and I blushed.

“Liz, would you get that for me? We’re almost done eating and then she can be the talking pillow.”

Touching my breasts was one thing but my vagina was just for Kelly. She shoved another bite into my mouth as I tried to protest. I looked at Stephanie and she hadn’t moved. I felt after all this it was wrong to ask for her protection and if Kelly wanted this, then I had to do it. I tried to tell myself if she wanted to watch another girl touch my slit then maybe there was a little lesbian in her after all but I knew that it was about degradation. At the same time she probably thought I liked being degraded given everything and she might think she’s helping. I really needed to talk to everyone and I needed to be heard. I had never seen this side of Liz, she seemed aloof and submissive but given the chance to dominate me she seemed to want to take it.

Liz took a new napkin which meant at the very least I wouldn’t get pasta sauce in my snatch but then she roughly wiped my thighs and then my slit. She moved up and down and Kelly saw me struggling and resisting so she put down the bowl and grabbed my shoulders lifting me to a standing position and Liz stood too.

“Let’s make it easier on Liz, this isn’t for her benefit it’s for yours.” Said Kelly and again I looked at Stephanie whose head was still down crying and Anne still hadn’t returned. I did this to them and I deserve to be punished, I needed to make sure I didn’t alienate them during our talk; they care but if this is too much they might just write me off to spare themselves.

Apparently making it easier meant turning my ass to face Liz and then bending me over so she could wipe my slit from the back. Liz stayed standing and Kelly grabbed both my ass cheeks digging in her nails and spreading me obscenely baring my asshole and making my slit more easily accessed. I didn’t know how to feel, I wanted Kelly happy and her nails digging in felt kind of good despite the pain because all I wanted was her touch but I didn’t want Liz to do this and I felt embarrassed at her getting such an **** view. I put my head on Kelly’s shoulder and she didn’t resist which was enough to make me smile.

Liz rested her hand on my bound arms and roughly wiped my slit from the clit down to the base before dragging it over my crack and then my asshole. I whimpered and moaned at the same time.

“Use new napkins.” Said Kelly.

I was clean from my shower but I think she was concerned about cross contamination which meant she cared or at least that’s what I wanted to think.

Liz took new napkins and did it again but digging the napkins so hard that I felt her finger on my clit and she definitely flexed her finger around and dug it into my parted lips moving side to side absorbing all the juices but before pushing it back up my crack. I was moaning and humping against Liz’s hand who then pulled harder on my binding trying to hold me in place, I assume. Kelly was pulling my cheeks harder and I knew that if she was into this I had to be too. Liz finished by pushing her finger with the napkins hard against my butthole, and with the my juices acting as lubricant I felt her finger enter me a little and I whimpered before she pulled out. She then threw away all the napkins.

Kelly let go of my cheeks and I stood back up. She looked up at me from her seat and smiled. It wasn’t cruel or mischievous and I wondered if she thought having Liz do that was a type of present for me and not the act of degradation that it felt like. I tried to smile back at her and she could tell it was weak. She grabbed my ass and pulled me onto her lap. She was turned to the side so I was facing forward towards the other side of the table. My pussy against her jeans reminded me of my nudity and it was so sensitive I felt like I was going to cum still. She put her hand around the back my waist but then reached down and squeezed my left butt cheek. The way I was sitting meant my butthole was out in the open but no one was behind me to see as I sat back and my cheeks were spread. I missed Kelly’s finger inside it but her holding me like this was almost as good. Liz washes her hand and returned to her seat.

I looked into Kelly’s eyes and given her longer torso and me being on her lap I was eye level with her. I smiled and she smiled. I gave my best seductive look and she gave her best seductive look. She moved her hand back to my ass crack and despite me telling her I’d only taken one finger she took the liberty of pressing two against my asshole. It hurt but it was her and that meant everything to me. I couldn’t resist I tried to kiss her again. She pulled her head back and with only Liz paying attention she grabbed my right nipple with her free hand and twisted very hard before taking her fingers off my asshole. I bit my lip not to scream and I shook my head showing I understood. I felt so off balance I didn’t know what I even wanted other than her. If I hadn’t gone for the kiss she’d be inside me right now even if it was my ass and not my pussy but because I have no self control I’m just naked on her lap, bound and frustrated. She gave me a light scolding look, like she was wondering when I’d learn.

Finally Anne came out of the bathroom washing her face and she came to the table and rubbed Stephanie’s shoulder. Stephanie sat up teary eyed and looked at me on Kelly’s lap. She looked guilty, angry, and sad. Liz looked like she was trying to act exactly normal like she hadn’t just touched me and Kelly nodded at her. I knew that meant I couldn’t say anything or my master would be displeased. The girls all stared seeing the new me. My collar felt tight and my erect nipples and bound breasts were above the table so they all could see. This talk needed to go well because I will never be free of this life and I needed friends even if I needed Kelly more.

We all sat there silently and I knew that Kelly was letting tension build because she enjoyed it. Finally, she spoke.

“Are we ready to talk? I have the talking pillow.”