Trying to figure out if Kelly is a wolf or a shepherd

I stared at the door a moment longer and tried to assure myself that despite the two people who would likely defend me from the most depraved of acts leaving I would still be safe. Tied up, naked, with a finger in my ass, and as a **** with no rights, I was somehow safe. Yeah, right.

Overwhelmed I did the only thing that made sense, I tried to kiss Kelly. I leaned forward on her lap, opened lips and closed eyes and felt her finger grasp my nipple again and I hoped this was going where I wanted instead of where I knew it likely was. I winced and opened my eyes she twisted my nipple roughly while wiggling the finger in my ass. I opened my eyes and she was smiling less sadistically than I imagined but Liz looked like she was having all sorts of ideas.

“When are you going to learn?” asked my master.

I pouted feeling pathetic but I don’t know if I ever will learn. I don’t really mind her doing whatever she wants to me but I just wish Liz wasn’t here to see it.

Liz came up around to us and she could clearly see Kelly’s finger in my butt and chuckled.

“What should we have her do now?” Asked Liz, apparently lacking in leadership but not malice.

Kelly sat quietly and started pumping her finger in and out of me causing a light moan while ignoring Liz entirely. Apparently that gave Liz an idea.

“Has Dyke eaten you out yet?”

Maybe I had judged Liz too harshly because I liked where this was going.

Kelly sounded a little caught off guard by the question but said “No, she hadn’t earned that yet.” As she first spoke her voice shook a little bit by the end of it her voice was back to her normal confident self.

“Maybe she should practice on me so you know if she deserves it or not.”

My master’s finger stopped and I began to get nervous as Liz’s idea took a turn that I hoped Kelly wouldn’t let happen. It was at that moment her entire body language changed.

“What are you a dyke too?”

Liz got flustered for a moment but responded shortly thereafter.

“No! I just mean you have your own personal property with an expertise in rug munching why wouldn’t you use it? I was just volunteering to test her out and see if she’s worth the trouble.”

I looked in Kelly’s eyes as she thought it over. I realized, or maybe just hoped, Kelly wasn’t at all comfortable with what Liz was suggesting. I don’t think it was discomfort at me eating her out but at me being **** to go down on Liz.

“Oh, well that makes sense...” her voice trailed off as she tried to think of more to say.

She was trying to think of an excuse. She cared. I knew she cared. Maybe I just wanted to think that but I had to believe she was trying to protect me.

“I don’t know, I don’t really want to watch her do that.” She said and I became more confident she was looking out for me.

Liz smiled “oh you wouldn’t have to watch, maybe just let me use your guest bedroom or if that still makes you uncomfortable maybe I take her for the night.” She said sounding like she was trying intimidate me.

My master swallowed but then looked at me and knew I was examining her responses. So she did what I can only guess was her attempt at a distraction: she started to pump her finger in my ass again and I moaned before blushing in embarrassment.

“I’m required to let her live here so I don’t think I can let you take her home.”

Liz responded “oh well it’s not like I’d take her home permanently. It’s just a little sleepover.”

Kelly kept pumping away with her finger but in between moans I looked at Kelly. Reading her eyes I realized she liked the idea of me thinking I was in danger but didn’t actually want me to be in a situation outside of her control. Or at least I hoped so. I really hoped so.

I decided to take a risk that would either prove she cared or proved she didn’t. At least then I’d know.