He signs in a rush

Paul was barely registering what she was talking about as his body was using cramps to yell at him about something else. Just to end the conversation, he said “fine,” and tossed the tablet as he practically ran to the bathroom, almost knocking Molly over in the process.

Molly was a little concerned at Vyki’s apparent near panic as she steadies herself. However, looking over at Vyki sashaying quickly to the bathroom, she threw a hand over her face to hold in a giggle recognizing the urgency in her hip swing.

Katie wasn’t sure what this whole spectacle was about, but felt like there was some joke she was not privy to. “What was that prancing off all about? Some sort of brat roleplay ya’ll do?”

This just caused Molly to giggle further, but she recovered enough to tell her. “Um, I forgot she was still holding in an enema. Pretty sure she went to go release it.”

“Ewww,” Katie cried out, “y’all are nasty!” Katie visible shudder and told Molly, “I still need to do her makeup. Clean the chair and I’ll be back with my kit; need stuff that will last longer than your daily ware.”

“Whatever,” Molly said as she grabbed the discarded tablet on her way to grab some basic cleaning just to satiate Katie. Looking over the form, she was glad to see Vyki did sign the consent; she knew Vyki wouldn’t be disappointed. Molly did her own shiver as she remembered her own training, ‘although, she should be disappointed on what she’s missing out on with those limitations,’ she thought to herself.

Panting and recovering from her evacuation, Paul tried to process what was actually going on while he sat out there. He couldn’t remember the whole document, but he could remember most of the key parts he saw. Finishing cleaning himself, he moved to the sink to wash up.

Taking a moment to stare at himself in the mirror as he dried his hands, he was struck by his reflection. Staring back at him was a rather familiar nude woman with his slightly adjusted face. Remnants of Katie’s handiwork still lingered from two days ago providing a slight emphasis to her lips and cheeks. Her hair was in an updo that she was impressed how precisely in a loose enough bun to appear ‘quick’ but was rather definitely placed with precision.

Looking at her body, the seams were covered and sealed to bely the artificial nature of her anatomy. Even her manicured gel nails made her natural hands appear more feminine if still mis-proportioned. Yet watching her hands trace over her body, it was easy to get lost in the sensual show she provided.

As she traced around her breasts down her body to between her thighs, an observer could easily misconstrue her actions as a woman looking to arouse her lover, or camgirl looking for another tip. And why not have her do that? Why not enjoy the view? The woman in the mirror was hers to control. ‘I could make her do whatever I want,’ echoed in her mind.

Thinking back to the contract and meshing with the view in the mirror, the phrase ‘why not?’ echoed in her mind. If it was something that Molly really wanted, Sir Bill knew his place, and he was obviously good at training, why not explore this and show Molly just how much of a good submissive she could be. There is no reason she couldn’t make the slut in the mirror be Mistress’s good little subbie for a day. ‘Hell,’ Vyki thought to herself, ‘I could even tease Sir Bill the whole time and know he couldn’t do anything about it anyway. Serve the fucker right.’

Visions of bending over in the little maid outfit and acting all naive & innocent, casually flirting while acting all demure, and pretending to fawn all over Sir Bill’s ‘depth of knowledge’ would play into the fetishes and kinks he had shared with Paul over the years, Vyki thought. She could get him so worked up and teased, she thought the prank was getting her so worked up until she realized there was a light hum in her crotch as she was stroking over her nipple and ‘clit’ hood. Jumping back and tossing her hands to her side, she looked at her genuine shocked expression in the mirror.

Vyki couldn’t help but giggle at the nude woman in the mirror looking like she got caught in the girl’s shower masturbating. She studied the form hoping she could use it to mock Sir Bill later. Turning to head out she could help but look over her shoulder and study her ass. Looking up at her expression, she gave the reflection a wink as she said, “you got this, girl,” as she gave her ass a playful swat while she giggled and virtually skipped out of the little room.

Molly had just finished making sure the station was fully cleaned as Katie got the last of her long-lasting convention war paint out to try to hurry up Vyki’s final stages. Looking up at the girl exiting the lavatory, Molly was thrilled to see the pleasant, almost exuberant, smile on her face as well as the apparent bounce in her step. “You ready to get beautified, babe?” Molly asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” Vyki said with only a slight mocking tone as she bowed her head in a slightly poorly executed mock curtsy that she couldn’t help but giggle at.

Molly could only roll her as at the apparent nude form, “sit your slutty ass down for Katie, Vyki.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Vyki dutifully said as she sat down as gracefully as she could trying to make sure she kept her knees together as she held her face still for the makeup session.

“You two done yet, or do I need to go shopping by myself and let you two play out whatever scene it is you’re working on?” Katie said only slightly annoyed at the banter she’d come to expect from these two over the years... even if a bit flipped.

“You are not leaving me to miss out on those sales, you greedy bitch!” Molly said playfully. “Get this gurl slutified so we can go battle the hordes and bring back our provisions,” Molly called out in a mock royal tone.

Katie just rolled her eyes as she got to work painting the nude client before her.

With her usual skill and speed, Katie had Vyki glammed up and ready to go in a demure style befitting a classic maid.

Molly and Katie each held a side of the black dress with the affixed white apron as Vyki stepped into it. As they brought it up her body, it quickly became apparent it was a little too snug around the waist.

“Crap!” Molly exclaimed, feeling like her plan was falling apart. However, then she realized the resolution. “Be right back!” Molly announces excitedly as she runs out of the main bedroom.

Vyki and Katie look at each other and hug as she leaves and wait patiently for her.

Vyki sighs as she sees Molly return with a corset and cringes seeing the jeweled plug.

“Here, take your arms out of the dress,” Molly instructs as she wraps the corset around Vyki’s waist. Katie helps Molly pull it tight and bring the sides together as Vyki feels the familiar push of air out. Molly & Katie were then able to close the dress.

Katie then worked on tying the maid cap in Vyki’s tight bun as Molly helped her step into her heels. After her cap was in place, Katie saw a strip of leather next to the plug and recognized it as Vyki’s collar. Gladly leaving the plug for Molly, Katie grasped the collar and turned to put it on Vyki.

Vyki sees Katie bring the leather strap towards her and gets in idea, placing her hand in Katie’s path as she grasps the collar. “Actually, let me take that please.”

A little shocked, Katie responds “k” and lets Vyki take it as Molly stands up next to them.

Molly looked at Vyki shocked as well trying to figure out what she was up to.

Through years of watching and participating in D/s ceremonies, Vyki knew a good way to show Molly she could do this submissive thing. Kneeling down in front of Molly, she kept her face down at Molly’s toes, grasped the collar gently in each hand and then held it up above her head, presenting the collar to Molly. “Would you please adorn your girl, Mistress?”

Molly was a little surprised to be on this side of things but was pleased to see her commitment to the role. Grasping the strap from her hands, Molly picked up the collar. As Vyki placed her hands down to her knees and kept her head bowed, Molly wrapped the collar around her neck, buckling it in place, and then snapping the lock closed sealing it in place.

Vyki was shocked as she felt rush wash over her body. Her heart raced as she felt the restriction tighten around her neck and breathed deeper as she heard the shackle snap in place. Reaching up, she felt the leather in place against her skin. Something in her mind clicked she hadn’t expected. She felt… tied to Molly in a way she hadn’t expected. Paul had felt a since of strength, power, and responsibility, but this felt vastly different than she had expected. It wasn’t an all-encompassing feeling as it had only been intended for show, but she couldn’t deny something was there.

As she processed this, she tilted her head, looking up at her longtime partner look down at her, and replied with honest sincerity, “thank you, Mistress.”

“Of course,” Molly said with a smirk as she continued, “but you might not want to thank me just yet.”

Molly sighed deeply as she looked down at Vyki realizing there was something long overdue and they didn’t have much time. “I know it’s not something we’ve trained on, and you’ve just used the default ones in the past. But my girl needs her own safeword for her protection.”

Vyki was a little surprised to be doing this now, especially in front of Katie, but she did recall something about it in the document. Glancing nervously at a perplexed looking Katie, she turned back to Molly from her perspective on the floor, “yes, Mistress.”

“I need it to be something memorable but also something nerdy for my geek gurl. Something technical.” Molly said pondering over the many ideas she thought of over time. Humorous, esoteric, embarrassing, intelligent… she had to go with something easy but still was ubiquitous for power. Molly’s eyes lit up: “Higgs Boson!”

Vyki was a little put back and visibly recoiled at first, “the ‘god’ particle?”

Molly grinned bigger, “the elusive power that binds everything together.”

Grinning slightly, Vyki asked, “that’s what you want me to use when I’m at my limit or going somewhere I shouldn’t?”

Molly nodded her head excitedly stifling a giggle, feeling proud of herself. “Do you accept?”

Vyki shook her head with a half-smile and said, “yes, Mistress.”

“Then let me here you say it, girl.” Molly says with a thrill. “What is your safe word?”

Vyki chuckled and shook her head, “Higgs Boson.”

“Good,” Molly replied before reaching down and stroking down Vyki’s cheek. Molly asked again, “what is your safe word, girl?”

Vyki felt that rush creep into as she looked up at a fire in Molly’s eyes she hadn’t really seen before and panted out, “Higgs Boson, Mistress.”

“Good girl,” Molly says and leans over to get closer to Vyki’s face while keeping her legs straight. “And if someone is trying to do something outside of her negotiated limits, what does my girl say?”

Vyki couldn’t deny her heart racing at the obvious domineering and possessive tone this was taking and answered, “Higgs Boson!”

“Good girl,” Molly said sweetly moving down further, mere inches from Vyki’s face looking directly down at her as Vyki has to lean her body back to look up high enough against the collar. “And if someone dares to hurt my girl by pushing her to a physical limit, expected or otherwise, what does my good little slut call out?”

Vyki could almost feel Molly’s power pressing down on her as she struggled to look up at her, but she quickly blurted out, “Higgs Boson!”

“Good slut,” Molly commends as she leans down the rest of the way and light touches her painted lips just between Vyki’s eyebrows.

Vyki mouth opens slightly as Molly approaches her face. However as grows closer, Vyki’s eyes are drawn to Molly’s lips, her eyes crossing to their limit as she her skin. Feeling Molly’s lips practically massage her glabella with that kiss, Vyki felt a shiver run down her body. Her mind so enraptured by the intimate sensation, she nearly missed her kneeling body falling over as even balancing seemed to take a back seat; thrusting her arm out, she caught herself and sat upright not losing site of Molly.

“Now with that all set, stand up,” Molly instructed.

Unsure and somewhat unsteady, Vyki slowly stood and actually looked down at Molly on her legs in elevated heels.

“Now turn and face the bed,” Molly said directly.

Vyki did as she was told.

“Bend over,” Molly said.

Vyki continued, putting both hands on the bed as she leant over wondering what she was doing.

Molly picked up the plug with Vyki’s green emerald on the base, covered it in the berry scented oil, and then turned to Vyki’s exposed bare buttocks. “Good girl,” Molly said as she caressed Vyki’s plump bottom as she pressed the plug into her cleansed opening.

Vyki gasped in surprise as she placed her plug into her bottom and had to bite back a moan.

“That should help,” Molly said as she watched Vyki shift her hips adjusting to the return of her familiar plug. However, her admiration of her bare ass was interrupted by the front doorbell. “I’ll get that!” Molly called out. Heading out of the room, she said over her shoulder to Vyki, “make sure you put your panties on; don’t need to tempt your trainer by flashing him.”

Katie sat there a bit aghast having watched the whole scene. She’d seen Paul & Molly relatively slightly kinky things; terms or directions, maybe a little more passionate than average, but this was the first time she’d ever seen them be so... intimate. And she’d definitely never seen Molly be so dominate. “Um, well, you finish up, Vyki,” Katie said trying to shift her legs as she put things away, “I’m going to pack up so we can .... uh get out of your um... hair.” Katie kept trying to figure out what all her thoughts were going through her head. She was NOT kinky. Role play, maybe a little exhibitionist when she dresses up? Sure. But she was not a freak; that’s totally Mistress’s domain. ‘Molly!!! Molly is the bondage freak!!!!’ Katie said to herself, admonishing her mental dialogue.

Vyki was almost shocked out of her review almost forgetting Katie was even there, “uh, ya, thank you.” Spotting the black thong left on the bed she sat to work it over her heels before sliding it up her legs and working it under her skirts.