Dungeon club as her sister-in-law

Vyki stood staring at the entrance to the private dungeon with her mouth agape for longer than was necessary. It was only when Molly returned with the snack tray that Vyki finally snapped out enough to at least look away from the building. She tried to focus on what Molly was saying but she was getting lost in her in-depth lie.

Molly explained, “okay, I’m not comfortable being in a room with a bunch of those old jacks as a ‘Mistress’ as so many will know me as a sub and the sharks will just aim to knock me off the pedestal and eat me alive. So, the story is that you’re new to the whole Dom/sub thing so I offered to bring you along and let you see it since our Doms couldn’t make it to the Halloween munch tonight.”

“’Our Doms’, Mis… Molly? “ Vyki managed to utter as just more of her head was exploding.

“Well, ya, everyone knows I’m collard to Paul for decades and Lou put the tag on your collar, right?”

Vyki reached up with one hand as the other held the tray against her and fiddled with the tag, “Daddy?” Vyki read the back of the tag of with a truly distant voice, “Lou?”

“You’re right, he goes by ‘Daddy Lou’ in the scene, doesn’t he? Anyway, by going in as a couple of collard subs it lets you experience the scene as a subbie slut but don’t have to actually submit to any Doms; just be a respectful representative of your Daddy and you’ll be good, right?” Molly continued her frantic explanation trying to tell herself this wasn’t a Laverne and Shirley plot intro.

Something finally clicks for Vyki, “you’re worried about someone not seeing you as a Mistress someone is bound to revealing me especially with you.” Vyki was having a hard time not hyperventilating.

“Ah, yes,” Molly responded proudly, “that is why you’re my ‘sister-in-law Vyki’. Being Paul’s younger sister explains the resemblance, but no one here has seen you this fit in decades, so it’s totally believable.”

“Totally believable that my sister just happens to show up with you to the dungeon after all these years on Halloween of all times?? Who visits family for Halloween??“

Molly smiled proudly, “she came into town for the big party. Which was an unfortunate bust and no one here showed. The only one that showed was Lou and you two hit it off on a whirlwind night!” Molly then switches to a conspiratorial tone as she smirked at Vyki, “always helps to embed some truth in your lie.” Molly was proud to see the blush in Vyki’s face as she went flush remembering their time together.

Vyki shook her head trying to gain the upper hand through her floating head, “then why aren’t are Doms with us?”

“Paul was called out of town on business this morning and Lou has his nighttime security gig to prevent ‘tricksters’.” Molly responded confidently, “since the boys were away, I wanted to take my ‘sister’ out and exposed to the crowd.”

Being referred to as Molly’s ‘sister’ was hitting a little closer to some other things that Vyki still wasn’t ready to divulge to her with Sir Bill.

Molly could see Vyki was more nervous than she’d been all day, so she summarized it like this. “Look, I missed the opportunity to really see all your training and prep at our party last night and I know you worked hard. I know it's not our home, but this was like a second home in a lot of ways. Most of the same people that would have seen you there will see you here. This is the basis of the story I thought we’d use last night before my head blew up, but we can use it here. And if someone figures it out, we’ll just say ‘Gotcha!’ and laugh it off as a big joke; like an ‘undercover boss’ thing. By using the collar as your protection, you don’t have to do anything, so you don’t really lose face. Most Doms have at least done some service rotation at some point, so it's not like you doing non-sexual things will lose you points. In the end, it will be the greatest gag of all, and no one will be the wiser.” Molly put in one final caveat, “I’ve only seen you in the vanilla world, and while that was hot, I really want you to be able to play the flirty slut tease you had practiced. Just go in there with me, have some fun, and if you get uncomfortable, we leave. But you’ll never know how much fun it could be if you don’t try.”

Vyki is still not sure about so many familiar faces seeing her, but it could also be a funny joke. She just has to maintain the bubbly, flirty attitude that is totally not her male self and no one will recognize her or judge her, right? She’s seen more ludicrous outfits in there before. She can do this. She can make Daddy proud (‘where did that come from?’ Vyki thought). “Fine, Molly,” Vyki finally said feeling her body sway a bit in the wind, “but this better all be part of the repayment day.”

Molly’s eyes went wide surprised to hear a bit of Paul still in there, but then wondered if he’d make her actually wear a dress like that. She shook her head and figured she’d cross that bridge when she got to it. Molly then sighed & mumbled, “besides, I’m not sure anyone would believe Paul would have the guts to wear something so convincingly slutty anyways.” Molly was still surprised Vyki was walking around with her tits and underwear plainly visible.

Vyki shot her a sideways glance, “what’s wrong with my dress?? It’s not that short!!” Looking down, she could see her cleavage, but didn’t think much of it as she couldn’t see anything really beneath.

Molly just shook her head and walked up to Vyki and held her face in her hands and gave her a deep kiss. Something about the film and coating her mouth tasted surprisingly good and enjoyed their make out session. Finally, as they break apart, Molly reminds her “alright, Vyki, hopefully that kiss will hold you till we get home; can’t exactly make out with my sister-in-law.”

Picking up the grocery bags & double checking the doors are locked, Molly heads to the unassuming doors and shouts back over her shoulder, “come, sis let’s get in,” before adding, “unless you’d rather play with the vagrants.”

Vyki looked around and was sure she heard rustling coming from the bushes in the shadows at the edge of the decrypt lot. Gripping the tray tightly & sashaying her butt as fast as she could, Vyki followed Molly up the door to the private club & dungeon to face what was inside.

Molly pulled the door open letting the thumbing club or metal music come racing out as she held the door, still smiling that Vyki was able to so comfortably walk up the steps in that dress. Following Vyki inside, Molly maneuvers in front of her as a familiar face comes out of the back office.

“Oh my God!!! Mischievous Molly!!!! How are you doing?!?” says the boisterous & matronly hostess Heather as she whips around the desk and immediately grasps Molly in a giant hug. Her diminutive height leaves her head right at Molly’s chest as she snuggles into her cleavage. “Damn I missed these tits! It’s been too long.”

“Hey, Heather!” Molly replied with a chuckle as she wrapped her laden arms around her enjoying the familiar intimacy. “Missed you too, Lady.”

Heather than took a step back, “damn, you look fine as ever! I don’t know I’ve ever seen you in leather pants, but damn they do suit your ass well.” Heather ventured a teasing swat on her ass as she walked around her. However, she stopped in her tracks as she saw the barely dressed lady holding the tray of cold cuts. “Umm, is this one with you?” Heather said pointing to Vyki with a judgmental eye.

“Oh, yes!” Molly said setting the bags on the desk before rushing over next to Vyki, “Heather, this is my sister-in-law, Vyki. Vyki, this is our good friend Heather; she runs these shindigs.”

“Sister-in-law, huh?” Heather says with a question. “Well, she’s lucky she’s with you. I can’t have sluts advertising this place to the neighborhood, so I’d usually turn a skank away dressed like that.”

Vyki seemed horrified and was surprised she was getting this treatment. She’d seen lots of girls dressed in much worse at these. “But I thought... isn’t this...?”

“Oh, honey,” Heather said, “don’t get me wrong. I’d love for you to have that on, or even off, in the back room, but that’s why we have a changing room. Walk-in in your outside clothes, then change and let your slut flag fly.”

“Well, in her defense,” Molly started as she stood next to Vyki, “she did wear this to the hardware store. Speaking of which we have some material donations for the deck project in the car.”

Heather looked at the two of them with complete awe, “she wore that into the big box store?” Molly nodded her head emphatically with her eyes wide while Vyki could only timidly nod. “Well, if that’s what their clientele wears to wander the aisles, I may have to frequent them more often.” Heather said with a grin. “Regardless, I have agreements for years with the landlord and the neighbors to let us fly under the radar. And while times have changed in some areas, we still have to fit-in in some ways. Since your Molly’s family, I’ll it slide this time, but next time at least wear a coat or just change when you get here.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Vyki responded naturally to the maternal woman’s directives.

“’ma’am’? Someone at least knows manners. That collar just for fashion or pretend?” Heather adopted her judgey pose again.

“Actually, Daddy Lou took a shining to her, and she accepted his protection collar,” Molly explained, “nothing super formal yet, but he’s at least seen potential if she continues to show the proper spirit.” Vyki shot a sideways glance at Molly, feeling she was laying it on a bit thick. Molly playfully swatted Vyki’s arm, “oh, don’t give me that look. You told me what you he did in that no-tell motel last night.”

Vyki’s face went completely crimson at that, and she tried to look down at the tray trying to find some way to disappear as the wig hair surrounded her head.

“Oh my, a chaste slut,” Heather chuckled, “this is a rare bird.” Heather smiled warmly at her as she placed her hand on hers. “Daddy Lou is big warm teddy bear who’ll do you right if you listen to him, heed what he says and do right by him.”

“yes, ma’am,” Vyki said feeling somewhat more comfortable with her.

“But if you betray him, break his heart, or dishonor him in my house,” Heather continued with a sicking sweet and manic grin, “I rip out those pretty red locks, tie your titties so tight they’ll be ready to explode, rip off that pretty little thong, shove it in your mouth, hog tie you, and toss you under the bridge by the tent city and let them finish you off. Capisce?”

Paul was always a little leery of Heather, but Vyki was down right terrified of her. She swallowed hard and barely got out, “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good,” Heather said before turning to the spooked Molly, “I’m hoping you went over the rules with her before you came this way?”

Molly nodded emphatically.

“Good, because I hope you remember I’m not above punishing a sub if she brings me a misbehaving guest,” Heather says as she nonchalantly walks back behind the desk. “Sign these forms, pay your fee, and you take the party supplies back to the feast room.” She continues with a shout to the back room, “Danny, Eddy.”

Swearing, Molly pulls the standard form over, signs it and puts down the cash for both of them. Shaking, Vyki walks tentatively over to the desk and places the tray down grabbing a form. “NO!” Molly shouts out, “that one is for members.” Molly grabs the pink form and slides over to Vyki, “this is for guests.” Vyki immediately signed her feminine name to the form. The legal binding nature of these were always in question, but Vyki was not about to tip the boat at the moment.

“Good girl, Molly.” Heather complemented her. “Just keep her in line and we should have no problems.”

Just then two specimens of manhood that could only be called beef cakes in nothing, but leather biking shorts & oil came out of the back room. “Yes, Mistress,” they said in unison as the flanked either side of Vyki in the small waiting area.

“Good boys. I need you to take these ladies’ keys and retrieve their building donation from their car and put them in back in the construction area,” Heather said as she held her hand out to Molly.

Molly finally realized she was waiting on the keys and dug through her purse to retrieve them. As soon as Heather had the, she held the out for the men. “Yes, Mistress,” both barked as one reached in front of Vyki to retrieve the keys.

“Be good boys and hurry back,” Heather instructed looking between them.

Being caught up between them and her heavy stare, Vyki forgot herself and said “Yes, Mistress” with the other two males and turned with them to leave.

“Hold up there, hussy,” Heather said reaching across the table and grabbing Vyki’s wig. “I don’t need some cock hungry slut following my boys out to the parking lot for some kind of hide the sausage game.”

“Sorry, miss,” Molly said walking over to Vyki, “I’m sure she was just going to help.”

Vyki for her part was trying not to fall over and just responded, “Yes, Ma’am. Just wanting to help,“ and was relieved as her wig was let loose when the front door closed behind the two men.

“Sure, slut. Just stick close to Molly and stay away from my boys and all will be good.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Vyki and Molly responded in unison.

“Good girls,” Heather admonished, “I’m assuming you can give her the tour, mischief?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Molly responded to one of her old scene names Heather held onto.

“The hyenas will be glad to see your trove; get back there and have fun. We’ll see you when I’m done with the front house things.”

“Yes, ma’am,” they both responded as they picked up their things and Heather buzzed them in.