Looks to a friend for support

Vyki was mortified to realize that Sir Bill saw such a flagrant act with those 4 but it's not like he hadn’t seen similar from her before. Regardless, that activity was at least an indication of how risky it was to continue interacting with those 4 and reiterated how being around someone who knew who she was and could prevent her from being put into compromising situation like that would be her best bet.

Vyki just reminded herself, ‘act like its normal and nothing unusual and people will pay no mind the embarrassing situation. Let on how embarrassing it is and people are more likely to point and laugh.’ So, plastering on a smile, Vyki put one heel in front of the other and, with each click of her heel and swing of her hips, proceeded to show her trainer just how accustomed she was to walking in these heels & how effective their sessions were.

Finally reaching Sir Bill still staring at her, his mouth agape, Vyki teased him, “trying to catch some flies with your mouth, Sir Bill?”

Bill was shocked to see Paul in such a sexy situation acting like a total submissive slut the 4 well known Dominants in the community. To see his (her?) essentially naked tits bouncing as her high ponytails swayed with every sensual step and the smile plastered above, Bill was really trying to figure out Paul’s game. It was only when she quipped at his open mouth that he closed and finally asked in a whisper, “what the hell was that?”

Vyki was little frustrated that he’d so blatantly question her actions and responded quietly through gritted teeth, “that, Sir Bill, was me trying not to be found and get out of here with some form of dignity.” Seeing Bill looking at her up and down critically, Vyki suddenly felt more exposed than she had since she put this dress on and began hugging herself to try to hide it. “I’ve just been trying to avoid them knowing who I am since Molly introduced me as Paul’s sister ‘Vyki’ who was new at exploring the lifecycle.”

“So, Molly was here earlier?” Bill asked pleasantly as he continued to get out his implements and placed them on the table.

Vyki couldn’t help but admire the quality of his equipment. Paul had several similar items and some prized pieces, but Bill had amassed a good bit over the years. “Yes, she got a migraine.”

“And Vyki chose to stay?”

“No!” Vyki responded incredulously, “I didn’t have a choice.” Vyki breathed to try to relax and proceeded to quality relay a cliff notes version to Bill. “We were observing in the Den when Molly said she needed to go take care of something and told me to just wait there. After she didn’t show for quite some time, I came up front and found out Miss H had a couple of her guidos take Molly home.”

“Why didn’t you go with them?”

“Because Miss H, in her infinite wisdom and manipulation, didn’t want Molly’s ‘condition’ to prevent a newbie that didn’t have strict responsibility for Molly from missing out on a night of ‘fun’ and sent her home without talking to me. Then Miss H was oh so gracious enough to arrange for the 4 Whorsemen to take me home in exchange for ‘serving’ them like a good little girl.” Vyki’s whispering tone had slowly changed to biting sarcasm with her familiarity & comfort of Bill.

“You better not hear Heather say all that,” Bill joked, “she’ll toss you on one of those racks and pleading for mercy.”

“She’s already threatened multiple times,” Vyki sneered.

“So,” Bill jumped to the inevitable conclusion, “sounds like your night is all set up then. What do you need me for? Or do you want a turn as my target?”

Vyki felt a shudder go down her back, but shook her head to discard it. She stuck her tongue out at his teasing, “that’s against my rules! Even you wouldn’t violate protective orders, Sir Bill.”

“So what, you gave ‘your sister’ protective orders and you just add something as you needed?” Bill chuckled as he put things out, “seems a little incestuous.”

“It’s Lou’s rules, thank you very much!” Vyki replied smugly.

Bill looked at Vyki incredulously and then flipped up the ‘Princess’ tag that he thought was just part of the decor, “Someone collared you?”

Backing up a little bit, Vyki wrapped her hand around her tag protectively, “Collar of Protection.”

A bit of frustrated envy comes out of Bill, “You took a Collar of Protection from ‘Daddy’ Lou???”

Vyki looked at him with an equally frustrated glare, “Daddy Lou gave me this tag when he actually had fun with me last night when everyone else bailed on me.” Vyki let the implication of the fact Bill was included in abandoning her linger for a moment. “He took me out to have fun.” Vyki said proudly. However, her tone quickly changed to frustration when she rolled her eyes as she continued, “My ‘sister-in-law' is the one that came up with story of Daddy Lou letting me come here with her while Paul was out of town on business, but she said Daddy gave me certain rules to follow.”

Bill couldn’t help but notice how childlike her tone had become and that ‘Paul’ was the third person and she was the one given orders. “And what rules did your Daddy give you, girl?”

“She just generalized that they were basically look, but don’t touch. Like no scening or bondage, but she was nice enough to say serving was fine.” Vyki explained, venom dripping on the last phrase.

“Why didn’t you dispute them?”

“Becauuuse,” Vyki whined, “I was just playing the part of a naive new sub but was supposed to have Molly here to run interference.” Vyki continued incredulously, “when she was dragged out, I was stuck in the role and couldn’t figure a way out.” Vyki then moved in to emphasize emphatically, “you and I are the only ones here that know who I was last time I saw any of them, and I’d like to keep it that way and get out of here as soon as I can.” Vyki then looked at him pleadingly, hoping he would understand.

“So, what you’re trying to say is you want to hang around me hoping I’ll run cover until they’re ready to leave and take you home?”

Vyki was happy until she realized he was still sending her with them, and her face turned into a pout and she pleaded, “Yes, Sir Bill, that would be nice, but I was hoping I could go home with you, Sir.”

“You want to go home with me?” Bill asked, very confused, wondering if the sexual implication was intentional, accidental or Freudian.

Vyki hearing played back understood the implication and responded flustered with a rambling, “no, no, Sir! Well, yes, I was asking if I could leave with you, but I was hoping you would take me to Paul and Molly’s place instead.”

Bill again found it interesting it wasn’t ‘hers’ but theirs. Still, he figured he probably could at least do that for family. Putting his toy bag down now that the equipment he wanted was out and he turned to the nervous-looking girl. “Tell you what, I have a session I need to do with my girl, help me out with her, and I’ll take you home,” Bill instructed her but found himself relishing in the pleading blue eyes and reached up and caressed her cheek with his hand, “be a good slut and I’ll take care of you.”

His touch felt electric to Vyki as she felt her training partner’s flesh for the first time in years. To hear his assurance of safety and getting her home, she felt weak in the knees from relief and adoration as she practically swooned reflexively, “Yes, Sir Bill, I want to be a good slut.”

“Good girl,” Bill congratulated as he gently stroked her face, his thumb lingering on her lips. “She should be coming in her shortly. She is one of your sisters since you graduated, but as I mentioned, I have not told your sisters until you’re ready. However, seeing your display a moment ago gave me an idea.” Bill continued explaining as Vyki fell back into her training attentive mode listening intently to Sir Bill. “One of her biggest hang ups is that she seems to have this hang up that bisexuality isn’t actually a thing. She thinks someone is either straight or gay and if a girl is doing both, it's really that she’s just playing with girls to please guys; very myopic. She hasn’t been allowed to kiss, cum, or clean in 4 days. I will be suspending her from the lift while I give her a flogging she’s been craving. Your apparent job to her is to stand in front of her as my assistant keeping her steady and monitor her. Your actual job, that isn’t shared with her, is to get her to make out with you.”

Vyki realized that was the end of his description and was surprised he was giving her an assignment like this, “Ith tha it, Thir?” It was only when she spoke, did she finally realize she’d been suckling his thumb this whole time and even now her tongue was still exploring his thumb. Flashes from her morning sessions flashed in her head and remembering sucking on the vulcanized representation of Sir Bill’s cock tip caused her to finally flinch and pull back from his thumb. Realizing her impetuous movement but still reconciling her feelings she quietly stated, “sorry, Sir Bill,” as she still felt uneasy for how he walked out on her but felt so comfortable with him too; she just had to use him to get home and then she would sort through it all.

“Well, the hard part is, you cannot initiate the kiss. She has to want and desire to kiss you. Play with her body if you like; just don’t let yourself get hit by a flog and keep your clothes on. But get her to kiss you, and I’ll take you home.”

Vyki didn't mind the idea of making out with a girl, even his, but to be used like his tool or plaything as some payment for him to do the descent thing was just conceited. Vyki started to respond, “Uhm, Sir Bill...” but was interrupted as the door clicked open and they both turned to look at the new attendee.

Author's Note: Thank you again to all the consistent followers and interests in this story. There is a LOT more to come. Unfortunately, real life periodically intercedes and I may have a short pause. However, I have lots more planned and expect to be back by March, so don't despair!! You will get to see where Vyki and Sir Bill end up next very soon!!