Boxing Day Training

Paul hears a lot of movement as his brain slowly starts engaging with the world around him. Opening his eyes slightly, he can see the world looks rather dim even with their closet light on. Trying to blot out the noise, Paul flops over, but is having a real hard time getting comfortable as something kept pressing against his arms and there was some sort of quilt wrapped over his head he couldn’t seem to move.

“Oh good!” Molly said walking back in and seeing Vyki tumble around on the bed, “you’re up! Got a big day ahead of you, girlie.”

Paul squints as he looks over at Molly and groggily says, “what time is it?” while trying to brush strands out of his face.

“Oh! You’ll need this,” Molly says handing Vyki one of the inhalers from the spare closet as she runs back to get something else for her outfit.

Paul coughs a bit & his lagging mind agrees he could use something to help with his throat. Without really thinking about it, he takes a couple hits of the inhaler. Feeling his head reel, he finally realizes she never answered the time. “What time is...”

Paul froze as he realized he very clearly sounded like Vyki again. Looking down he can see the shadow of the faux breasts the ratty strands of the red wig in the dimly lit room. Looking up he could see Molly running around with way more energy than should be legal at this hour. “Wha…” was all his lethargic mind could get out before she came over knelt before him.

“Let’s get these heels off you,” Molly said removing the pumps Vyki fell asleep in. “They won’t go with your outfit today.” Grabbing the solvent she stood up and pulled on Vyki’s hands. “Come on. We don’t have much time; let’s get you in the shower.”

Paul practically pranced behind Molly as stiff calf muscles kept his ankles elevated and thinking a shower sounded refreshing. He sat down in the restroom when instructed by Molly as she turned on the water. He was a little surprised to see her putting stuff in his hair before he got in the shower, until he realized it was the solvent and she was removing the wig. The idea of the relieved scalp sounded miraculous even before she finished as he happily waited patiently. With the wig removed and set on the counter, Molly stood Vyki up as she checked the temperature before they got in. Watching Vyki stand there swinging idly side to side, Molly could help but notice her taut butt while she bounced on the balls of her foot. “Wish I thought to pick you up an enema,” Molly mumbled thinking about Vyki’s probable day.

Paul drowsy mind barely caught Molly was talking. “What was that?”

Molly blushed at her thoughts, “Oh was just thinking it’s too bad I didn’t have one of your cleanses.”

“Oh,” Paul said, “I think I still have some from the salon.” And practically bounced over to the cabinet under the sink as he struggled to bend down with his muscles achingly tight. Places two boxes on the counter for Molly, he says in Vyki’s voice “you can use those if you like.”

Molly turned back from verifying the shower was up to temp and thrilled to see Vyki had found to of The Hill County Enema Cleanse Vyki liked to use. “Perfect!” Molly said excite opening a box.

Paul only thought Molly was ushering him out of her way and nearly tripped over the toilet, bending over to catch himself on the tank.

Seeing Vyki set up for her, Molly was glad she was being so cooperative already. “Just hold still,” Molly instructed as she lined up the pre-treated probe applicator.

Paul’s groggy brain was still disoriented as he focused on his balance and could only respond with “wha….?” before the probe slide through his sphincter. His eyes shot wide as he felt the familiar rush of his bowels filling as Molly elevated the bag. Paul could only groan as his brain tried to process what was going on as Molly pressed the contents to accelerate the process.

Happy that the bag was emptied, Molly slid in the anal plug and guided Vyki over to the running shower. “We can let that work on your insides while I work on your outsides,” Molly giggled pulling her nude lover into the shower as she admired Vyki's swaying hips while she pranced into the shower stall behind her.

Paul was having a very hard time coming to grips with the rush flowing over him as brain followed Molly on autopilot as that was easier than trying to figure out what all was going on. And seeing his wife’s naked form ushering him into the shower with her just sounds much more appealing.

Molly was a bit surprised as Vyki wrapped her up in a kiss under the running water, but she was definitely not going to complain. Unfortunately, she did have to break the kiss to take care of the immediate task. “While I would love nothing more than to keep doing that, I’m afraid we don’t have much time.” Grabbing her pink luffa, she coated it in the flower soap and proceeded to scrub down Vyki’s body.

Paul was relishing the attention from Molly, but the warm humidity seemed to be doing wonders for his muscles as he felt the tension in his body slowly wither away.

After Paul enjoys the thorough scrubbing from Molly, he returns the favor to Molly. He tries several times to take it further and tease & caress her naked, wet body, but Molly repeatedly rebuffed him. “We don’t have time, sweety,” Molly repeatedly giggled at him. Paul was quickly infected with her giggling too. However, Molly cut the water off once she felt they were thoroughly cleaned. Paul considered pushing it further, but he could feel his bowels pressing for release and was relieved to empty the cleanse even before fully dried off.

Paul was only shortly relieved as Molly said, “we should use the other one, too as it looked like you need it.” Paul knew he should probably protest or push-back, but he couldn't deny he normally would have used the second too. So, when she pushed it, he didn’t put up resistance and was almost thankful not having to do it himself.

Plugged up and letting the second cleanse work inside as he dried off while Molly finished putting her towel up, Paul was surprised as the bathroom door flung open as he didn’t realize anyone else was in their home and instinctively pulled the towel up to cover himself.

“You two sluts almost done in here?” asked a somewhat hurried Katie. Paul could see her holding the maid outfit in one hand and was surprised to see a wig in the other. Looking over at the counter, the wig Molly had removed earlier was gone; he hadn’t even seen Katie retrieve it.

“Ya,” Molly said walking by and hugging her friend as she headed to get her own clothes. “She should be clean enough for you now.” Paul was distracted watching his naked wife enveloped by her attractive friend. He had always wanted Katie to join them in bed, but she always rebuffed him; however, that never diffused his many nights of fantastical dreams incorporating her joining them.

“Come on,” Katie instructed, breaking Paul out of his lurid daydream. He cautiously walked towards her. “Leave the towel to dry. I got a fresh one for you.”

“K,” Paul said still feeling apprehensive at being naked, but almost more embarrassed by wishing she was naked with them.

Katie examined Vyki closely as she walked by identifying all the seams and touch-ups she would need to do to her to get her presentable. “Have a seat,” Katie directed towards Molly’s vanity where it looked like Katie had setup shoppe.

Paul quickly walked over and was embarrassed by the high yelp he let out as the stopper plug reminded him of the second cleanse still working inside him. But he has little time to contemplate the real impact of that as Katie immediately works to re-adhere Vyki’s wig while moving around his body addressing the seams of the Vadget v2.

“You need to look over this,” Molly said handing Vyki a tablet breaking her out of her far off, vaped trance.

Paul’s mind was so much on auto pilot, he didn’t even register all Katie’s commands that had resulted on him sitting on the edge of his seat with her between his legs making very detailed adjustments to appliance attached to his groin. “Huh?” was all Paul could muster trying to figure out how Molly had gotten dressed so quickly as she held the electronic reader in front of him. He couldn’t even remember the last time she had worn jeans. He didn’t know she still had a pair, but was very much appreciating their elasticity as she turned from him and he could very clearly see her cupped cheeks.

“That details the guidelines, goals, and restrictions for your training session today,” Molly said as she gathered her things together.

“Wha?” Paul said as his attention finally turned to the document. He gut churning as he read the first line. “Bill?!?” Paul blurted out sounding even exasperated in Vyki’s elevated pitch.

“Ya,” Molly said rather matter of factly, “he’s one of the best trainers out there and you two clearly have history around it. Plus I spent all yesterday working with him on this, so he’d agree.”

“But...” Paul said trying to process this as his brain was quickly overwhelmed by the lists of writing before him. It was clearly written as a BDSM style contract that strove to sound official but would be laughed out of any courtroom. “I thought you...” Paul said looking back to his wife trying to figure out how to talk to her about it as Katie continued to work on his seams while his stomach started to tighten.

“Train you?” Molly said trying to finish his thought while she stifled a laugh. “That’s the biggest problem. I’m waaaaay under-qualified to train you as I’m still figuring out my Domme side myself.” Molly then knelt down to look at Vyki clearly panicking eyes directly. “We tried before, and as enjoyable as it was, it wasn't really healthy. I was pushing in ways I shouldn't and you had no compunctions of your own limitations. While I have been doing my own education, I need someone to get you up to speed so we’re not both completely faltering and end up getting you hurt. Yes, you need guidance in how to submit, but you really need to understand how to protect yourself and the power you hold in it as well.” Molly then stood up, “and having an aggressive and power-hungry Domme manipulating your horny & naive mind is not fair to you.”

“I don’t...” Paul said as he looked back at the document while images of Vyki's latter training sessions with Bill flashed in his mind, while still reconciling with those with their reconciliation at the Santa shoot.

“If it’s Bill you’re worried about, he was adamant about including the limitations at the end and clearly spelling them out,” Molly said as she came over to place a reassuring hand on her soon-to-be-subbie's naked shoulder. “It's just a training session in subbie decorum & protections.” Feeling some tension release in Vyki, Molly turned to finish packing her purse. “Besides, it's for the morning. It's not like he can do a full bondage & training session with you in only half a day.”

Paul could feel a turmoil building in his gut as the pressure and cramping was setting in.

Molly could see the angst in her face, and felt she had to play the final card. “Vyki, hun, you said you would do the whole submissive thing for me for New Year’s and there’s not much time between now & then and Bill’s bending over backwards to fit this in.” Molly then drove in for the kill as she didn’t have time to debate this, “we don’t usually do much for it, but I was really hoping to do it this year and I’d rather not have to put off yet something else ‘until next time’.”

Paul was barely registering what she was saying as he was afraid he was about to explode right there.

Moving over to kneel down in front of Vyki to hold her hands, slightly nudging Katie out of the way. “Vyki, hun, I need you to be a good girl for me today and learn to submit with Sir Bill this morning.”