Amelia and Kayla laid together in bed, still sleeping off the evening's activities. I had dozed off for a while but decided to get up and work on a few documents for work in my study. I dressed and left for my study.
It was boring, tedious work compiling information and consulting various database entries. It was well past midnight but I didn't feel like I could sleep more.
There was a nagging worry in the back of my head. The way Amelia had responded when Kayla kissed her, it was like she was overcome with some intense feelings I didn't know the source of.
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of soft feet on the wood floor behind me and I turned to see Kayla in the doorway. She stood there with her arms behind her back, leaning against the door frame. She was still naked, her skin still glowing in the soft light of my study lamp.
She looked nervous. "I can't sleep." she said.
"I know the feeling. Come, sit with me."
Kayla walked into the room and settled onto the hardwood floor a few feet away from me. She watched silently as I worked, never interrupting. When I looked over at her, she appeared content just to sit the
"Aren't you cold?" I asked her.
"A little." She said. "But I'm fine."
"Stay here." I said, standing and walking to the closet in the foyer. I grabbed a robe and brought it back to the office, offering it to her.
Kayla stood and took it, slipping it over her body. She walked to my desk and sat on the floor, right next to me.
"May I speak?" She asked, rather shyly.
"Of course." I said, "First, I think we need to establish something."
She nodded at me and waited.
"You don't have to be afraid of us. Like, I get the whole master-slave role thing going on between Amelia and you. And I guess myself as well. But at the same time even Amelia wants you to have a mind of your own. A sense of autonomy."
"I don't want one, Adam." Kayla said in response.
I was a bit uncertain, not really understanding but she continued.
"I'm not just playing along with you both, this isn't a kink that I'm fulfilling. I truly, truly just want to serve and be used." She was sincere. And that worried me.
I thought back to the events of the evening, recalling how she responded to Amelia's advances. All the things she seemed to want -- the collar around her neck and how she reacted to it.
"Kayla." I said, "There has to be something more you want in life as well."
She shook her head.
"I've always felt a bit different, if I'm honest." She said. "I have a hard time finding pleasure in doing things for myself... but serving others. It's like I'm free, it's ecstatic."
"I don't really like that perception -- serving others. And, the idea of a slave..." I said, "They feel so antiquated, so inhuman. Beyond indulging Amelia's fantasies, I mean."
"Pet, servant, slave. Whatever you call me, that is what I am." She said, a shy smile crossing her face.
"It doesn't sit right with me, I guess." I replied.
"It's not inhuman to me." She said. "I only ask to be treated how I want to be treated."
I sat back, looking at her. I nodded.
"As you wish."
She smiled and sat her head on my thigh.
"What I was going to say..." She said, hesitating. "Thank you for taking me in, you and Amelia. I think this is the first time in my life that I actually feel like I'm where I belong."
I reached out and started caressing her hair, the dark red strands soft under my fingers.
"I worked in a coffee shop. I started when I was in high school. Taking orders, fulfilling them -- it was a new experience for me. It was like I found a missing piece of myself." She said.
"I always felt like I was missing something, some connection with people. I just never really felt like I was a part of the world. But in the coffee shop I felt like I was different. I found a sense of belonging."
"You know, I kind of see that." I said, "I was a bit of a nerd growing up. I didn't exactly fit in anywhere."
"My parents weren't abusive, or anything like that. They loved me. But they never seemed to see me, they made me feel like I was invisible." She said, looking up at me. "While I was working at the coffee shop I started talking to another barista. We weren't dating, but we had a little fun together every now and again."
She looked up at me, her eyes sparkling. "She was my first."
"Everyone remembers their first." I said.
She nodded and then hesitated, taking a second to choose her word.. "She used me... And it was the first time I felt seen. My body was hers. I gave into her every desire. I wanted to be used like that." She looked down again. "It was the first time I felt in control."
I felt like I could understand -- the coffee shop and about her life before coming here. It made sense. Giving up control, her autonomy, was the only way she actually felt any sense of control.
"When I met Amelia, when she first spoke to me, it was like she knew me. Like she saw me." Kayla said, her voice cracking. "I wanted to fulfill her wishes, to serve her. She told me that I was different, that I was special, that I was made to serve her. It was like a missing piece finally fell into place."
