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."
She was quiet for a few minutes.
"I feel like I finally found my place in the world." She said, standing up. She climbed up on my lap and put her arms around me, kissing my neck softly.
"We shouldn't play without Amelia." I said, "I don't know how she'd take it. At least not yet."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Adam." She said, sitting back.
"Pet!" Amelia's voice called from across the study. She was standing in the door wearing a nightgown.
Kayla stood immediately, a look of abject horror on her face.
Amelia smiled. "That is my husband, child. Ground rules." She looked at me and then back to Kayla. "You are to serve whenever you are told to. Night or day. With or without me. Understood?" She must have overheard our conversation.
"Yes, ma'am. Thank you." Kayla responded.
"Get back to bed. Adam works too hard, and you're distracting him."
"She's fine here with me, if you're okay with it." I said.
Amelia nodded, stretching her arms over her head in a yawn.
"Alright dear." She walked over to me and kissed me. "Don't be up too late."
She turned to Kayla, her eyes twinkling. She leaned down and grabbed Kayla under the chin and lifted her face into a kiss.
"Make my husband happy, pet, and you'll get a reward."
Kayla smiled at her and nodded. Amelia stood and walked to the door.
"Touch yourself until he's ready for you!" She said, laughing as she walked through the foyer and up the stairs to our bedroom.
I stared after Amelia, listening to her laugh fade. I turned back to Kayla who was looking at the door too. She turned to me slowly, not looking up at me. In the dim light of my lamp I could see her blushing but she smiled softly and looked up at me, her eyes not quite able to hold mine.
Slowly, she sat back and extended her legs out from under her, spreading them slightly. She still had the robe on but she pulled it up slightly, revealing her long legs. She lay further down, her head resting beneath my legs as I sat at my desk.
She started to touch herself, wrapping one arm around my leg, pulling herself close to me. Kayla let out soft sighs of pleasure, her slight moans and labored breathing filling the room. I watched her in the dim light, her eyes closed and her body writhing slowly against my leg, her hand slowly working between her legs, gliding softly. She moved up and down, rubbing herself, moaning softly.
I could feel myself growing hard and I shifted in my chair, my erection growing hard against my pants. I closed my eyes and leaned back, feeling the futility in trying to work. Amelia had done this on purpose.
