A simple 'okay', which leads to another idea

Vyki was having a hard time following everything Molly was saying through her teared, lust filled haze but she was at least grasping how caring and supportive she was being. She could tell Molly was looking for a response so she simply replied, “okay,” and was happy to see her smile and the air of tension leave her.

“With all that being said, I have a confession to make.” Molly said with a heavy sigh. “Part of my response today was jealousy and we always agreed that was always a big red flag of letting our instinctive reactions overrule our better thoughts.”

As Molly paused, Vyki could sense some seriousness from her and maintained her supportive silence with nod as it was easier than trying to figure out what she was getting at.

“You see in my grand scheme of this weekend; I thought if you did pull off the party you and I might be able to have some fun with you as the feminine form and play some role reversal as something new. In my dream scenario, it would be something fun and exciting, we’d enjoy it. Then we’d clean up the day after and I could reward Paul with all his hard work by submitting to him all day and dressing as slutty as he wanted for a return to the dungeon and serve him in each & every way he wanted without hesitation.”

Vyki was running through her mind of everything she’d done with Molly over the past several years and what she’d done over the past few days with her and found her already heightened libido rising further replaying some of the more sensual moments. However, part of her was struck by the mention of ‘Paul’ in the third person. ‘Aren’t I Paul?’ she thought to herself as she mindlessly nodded to Molly’s continued confession while a large portion of her remaining mental power attempted an introspective review.

Molly was finding it easier to admit this to someone that appeared to be her girlfriend rather than her husband, so she kept rambling on. “So when I saw you getting so intimate with your Daddy and then to see how effortlessly you filled the submissive slut role in public and then to see you eagerly pleasure all those random men like Paul had always threatened me with as his fantasy, I just happily pushed you into without care for your safety or well-being. I was jealous of how much they were able to give what I never had the opportunity to or had the hangups to prevent me from doing and that is not fair to you; that’s not what our relationship is about.”

Largely lost in internal thought, Vyki mindlessly nodded as Molly paused a moment.

Molly wasn’t sure if the absent focus in Vyki’s eyes was just fatigue or lack of interest or something else but judging by the dilation of her beautifully blue eyes she was pretty sure she was getting turned on by this discussion too. Molly tried to temper her own arousal as she continued on, “you found a gap in your needs, and you found a loving partner to fill them and for that I am happy. And I want to support that as an augmentation of our core relationship.” Molly paused for effect to make sure she understood and took on a serious tone as she continued, “but I need you to be safe when you do it. Right?”

Vyki was still lost in a lot of her own thoughts, with the sensual nature of many of them driving her arousal further as she struggled to keep pulling them back as she tried identifying who she was. However, the caring and concern from Molly was clearly coming through and she emphatically nodded while she kept pushing back an impossible mental scenario of Paul whipping a naked Molly as Vyki made out with her from own side of the bondage cross while Daddy flogged her; her mind making mental leaps to view each perspective while she tried to listen to Molly.

“With that being said, if you want to continue down this road of being a submissive slut, I’m happy to help guide and mentor you, and we’ll have to figure out how that whole power dynamic will work, but there is no more going out alone without a trusted escort. It’s too easy to fall to your base desires and let yourself be controlled by any domineering man who picks up on your sexual nature; trust me I know.”

Molly shifted concerned the pants may not have been the best choice for her as she continues on, Vyki trapped in her own libido lamentation. “You didn’t have the benefit of growing up a girl, so you haven’t been warned of all the predators against you for years. You’ll need to learn the power held by the submissive, the true safety of proper trust, and need to know your limits and the strength to say ‘no’.”

Molly took a minute to gather her breath and focus as the lust filled eyes of Vyki seemed locked on her.

Molly then took her hands away as she reached into her pocket. “That being said this is not all a decision you have to make now or tonight as to what your future entails, but I know this is something you’ve been aiming to get me to.”

Vyki’s eyes follow Molly’s hand as she places a shiny key on the coffee table. Vyki instantly recognizes at the key to the gun safe. The gun safe that holds all the keys to the locks around her. The adhesive and remover to free her from the prison of these silicone attachments. Taking it into the other room and this can all go away.

Seeing Vyki eye the key, Molly drops the other shoe. “However, hear me out on one last idea.”

Vyki’s eyes slowly moved from the key and back to Molly’s eyes.

“As I mentioned, I had lots of ideas of things to do with you as a girl after the party; things I thought might be a surprise and somethings that you might find enjoyable and not realize it,” Molly said before her voice turned laced with lustful innuendo and a playful smirk, “however, you apparently found that on your own and enjoyed more than I expected.”

Vyki’s mind retreated to just last night when Daddy first took her from behind and let out a slight moan before she caught herself.

“And while, yes, I was jealous of that a bit, and I’m glad you got to enjoy a fun experience, a little of my own awakening happened today too and I was wondering if you’d be willing to try an idea I tossed away as farfetched before, but seeing your skill and abilities today, it might well within your skillset and be beneficial to both of us,” Molly explained hopefully baiting the line well enough for her to be interested.

Noticing Vyki’s eyes not even blinking towards the key but staring at her as she tried to figure out what she meant, Molly continued on, “You are by no means required, expected, mandated, or otherwise **** to do this, but I would like you to consider one task to do with your Mistress before the night’s over.”

At the mention of ‘Mistress’, Vyki felt a noticeable jump within her already hardened confines as she her mind quickly replayed their tryst in the abandoned parking garage.

“In the past, Master Paul has made one request of me I’ve never been able to successfully fulfill. And no matter how much I profess it's not because I don’t want to, but rather I just don’t seem to get what Master is after.” The mental gymnastics Molly was going through trying to separate Master Paul from this slut before him were no minor feet and she had no idea what she was going through; however, picturing her as a submissive friend at the moment seemed to be working well and she continued on with relaying her idea. “If you’re willing to, would you be willing to show your Mistress how to be a proper bimbo slut by example?”

Vyki’s mind was still reeling from hearing ‘Master Paul’ referenced in the third person but came to a screeching halt when she heard ‘bimbo slut’. Memories flashed through her head of numerous near comical attempts of Molly’s failed attempts of role playing as Paul’s ditzy fantasy slut. More than attempted ended with Molly in laughter at her own attempt of unintelligent only to come off like some sort of farce or hyperbole. She’d wear some outfit from the 80’s and attempt to talk in a squeaky voice only to seem like an extra in John Candy flick rather than a personified sex object. However, these were quickly overshadowed with the many dreams and fantasies replaying through her mind of what Paul always envisioned could be possible from his sexy wife which only seemed to accelerate her arousal's ascension to even higher realms.

Molly could tell Vyki was lost in thought, but she could also tell that was because she was considering the opportunity and not outright rejecting it. “If you do that, I promise not to only show you fun tonight,” Molly said leaning in with a sultry sexual tone as she placed her hand on Vyki’s soft supple inner thigh, “but I promise to take these lessons to heart and show you nights of being your complete bimbo fuck toy.” Molly could see Vyki’s pulse rise, and her breaths quicken right before she made contact with the girl’s painted lips for a deep sensual kiss.

Vyki was deeply lost in dozens of fantastical images all jumping in her mind trying to figure out where she wanted to be when Molly suddenly pulled away.

Molly realized she had gone further than she expected with a basic proposal and was worried she might be manipulating the girl too far. Sitting up straight and clearing her throat she could feel her moist pants beneath her. “But that was just an idea, and you have no need to do that. That key is yours and you have full, unfettered access to do whatever you want with it. You can go and take it all off, you can just go & get some rest; I know it's been a long day for you. I should also let you know that should you decide to continue this on an ongoing basis, Nico & Xane offered to make you suitable daily wearables as the long-term use of the glue could be damaging.” Molly could see a panicked expression wash over Vyki’s face and quickly assured her, “no, no, no, nothing wrong at the moment. Just if you intended to go for more than a week, it could get really irritating and potentially problematic, so they’d overnight something to you.”

While Vyki was a little concerned about the glue, she was more surprised she knew Nico & Xane. How much had she known about this? “You know Nico & Xane?” Vyki asked with bit of accusatorial tone as her voice broke.

Molly was a little taken back by that concern, “well, earlier when I was trying to figure out where you were, I called Katie up to talk about my concern. It was her idea to talk to them to see if there were some way to use your ‘Vadget’ to get your attention.”

“Katie was here?” Vyki again felt oddly exposed knowing these other people that knew Paul knew what was going on, suddenly feeling very exposed in her sexy schoolgirl outfit as she attempted to retreat into herself as she crossed her legs and crossed her arms to coverup the opening.

Molly was surprised this was what caused Paul, er Vyki, such concern but she wanted to make sure she knew she was safe. “Yes, you have a lot of people who care about you and want to see you safe. Yes, they know that you’ve been exploring somethings and growing but I swear they have no intimate details.” Well... nothing really intimate, Molly thought to herself.

That helped Vyki some, but she also felt oddly embarrassed still by it all. She had a lot to think about and figure out what it all meant.

“Its a lot to contemplate,” Molly said nearly reading the mind of her spouse of several years. “You don’t have to make a decision this moment. Take your key and have a few moments alone. I’ll be right here to help with whatever you need and answer any questions you have. I’m here for you, hun, no matter what.” Molly could see the tears welling up in her own eyes but she held them back not wanting to miss a moment of her partner’s expressions.

Vyki turned back to the table and snatched up the key as she stood up to walk away trying not to let on her own pressured emotions. Taking a couple of steps towards the guest bedroom she paused a moment to look over her shoulder and said, “thank you, Molly,” Vyki couldn’t help her voice from cracking as she said, “I love you,” before she rushed off trying to keep from breaking down only taking the time to wipe her eyes once she was out of sight.

Author's note: Thank you all who have read this far and made it through a large portion of this journey. As you can tell, there has been a lot of exposition in the past several chapters and I hope that added to the depth like I was aiming for, and was enjoyable to you all. To those that have been sticking with it and responding in comments, messages, likes, bookmarks, and every other amazing thing you have done, thanks & love to each and every one of you. I'm sorry life has pulled me away so much and I haven't been able to respond & interact as much as I would like or get these out as much. However, I have read and re-read ALL of them and you are just great to have here.

As a bit of shop talk, I do appreciate a lot of the feedback and critiques to improve things. However, every plot point, twist & turn has been planned out for months, so I've just been fleshing out the words beyond it. If your idea or suggestion falls inline with the main story line, congrats! You out smarted the author and figured out her game! (or you are as warped as she is ;) ) If your idea wasn't followed, please don't fret: I'm always looking for new ideas for future episodes and I'd like to go back and revisit forks here on CHYOA. However, if there is an idea or path you would rather go down, please feel free to submit your own chapter; I'm happy to let others in on the fun too.

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