More lessons learned

As Vyki stepped into the main store, her relief added to her giddy grin as she saw Mistress standing up front in the chilled produce section. Trying to ignore the announcement of her heels as she walked on the tile floor that seemed to echo through the cavernous store, she approached her Mistress and stopped the cart short of her. Vyki stood there for a few moments assuming Mistress heard her approach but began to wonder and simply announced in her squeaky voice, “Hello, umm ... Dear.”

Molly broke her concentration on the different trays as she turned to her apparently impatient partner with a mischievous grin, “hello, honey buns.” Molly figured if she wanted to be impatient, she might as well start with her now. “Why don’t you come over here and help me.”

“Yes, Mi... Dear,” Vyki caught herself already trying to break a habit of responding to the direct instructions as she sashayed around the cart to stand next to Molly with her hands clasped behind her.

“Would you look at the dressing on these three trays and make sure there are not any ingredients with adverse reactions for me,” Molly grinned pointing at the party veggie & snack trays at the base of the fridge.

Vyki could see the trays at the bottom of the refrigerator well below her elevated knees and swallowed hard before responding, “yes, Dear.” Looking at the imposing near fine print of the ingredient list, she was used to doing this on her regular trips to ensure there weren’t any allergy or triggering items that accompanied Molly’s usual diet, but she regretted having to retrieve them dressed as she is. Looking left and right nervously, not seeing many immediately around, she hinged her hips back to bend her knees down to accommodate her stiff corset and could get her arms low enough to retrieve the first tray. Vyki was suddenly interrupted when she felt a sharp zap from her groin as she bit back a yelp and stood up straight to look at Molly trying to figure out the problem.

“No, no, no, honey buns,” Molly chided devilishly. “I told you to read the ingredients; not pick them up.” Seeing the panicked look fall on her face, Molly twisted the knife further, “remember: appear as a ‘beautiful lady, smiling confidently.’ Just appear like my naive, beautiful, bimbo happily being confidentially healthy and I’m sure no one will think twice about it. Understood?”

Vyki swallowed hard and tried to plaster on her smile while thinking of a recent comedic video she saw online, “yes, Dear.” She reminded herself as she thought of all the repayments she would do to Molly later, she bent over again having to stick out her ass again as she got her aging eyes close enough to read the microscopic text. As soon as she flicked her wig’s hair back out of her face to read she felt an increase of the vibrations assaulting her groin and heard Mistress call out, “good girl.”

Vyki tried to focus on the words and process what they were meaning, but the continued **** was making difficult and the sudden feel of Mistress’s palm and fingers running over her bare ass just seemed to intensify the electricity running through her system.

By the time she got through the first list, she was panting heavily and was sure she had been standing there for at least a day but could have easily been less than 5 minutes. She announced, “this one is safe, Dear.” Vyki could then feel the palm on her ass guide her over to the next one, “good, what about this one?”

Vyki repeated the action trying to decipher the list of the myriad ingredients, still encouraged on by the exciting touch of Mistress’s palm and the vibrations within her groin. Spotting a problematic item, she called out, “not this one, Dear.”

Feeling her rear pressed again to the next one, she shuffled over and read the next list panting heavily as she pressed her ass back into Mistresses hand trying to intensify the pressure and pleasure she was feeling. As the feeling increased and she felt a light tap from her Mistress, Vyki had to reach a hand out to balance herself on the fridge determined to get through this task, she finally confirmed this one safe as well. “This is good too, Dear.”

“great!” Molly said pulling her hand away and turned to pull the cart closer. “Grab the first tray; that sounded best to me. “Yes, Dear,” Vyki responded as she turned to the first tray and lifted it up, placing it in the offered cart. She could feel a drop in the vibrations but they were clearly still an elevated baseline higher than when she entered the store.

Seeing the impassioned, panting expression on Vyki, Molly reminded her, “remember: smile happily, honey buns. Don’t want people staring at you.” Seeing Vyki retrieve her euphoric smile, Molly grinned and put the cart in front of her, “grab the cart & follow me, honey buns.”

“Yes, Dear,” Vyki said grasping the cart trying to maintain her balance as she focused on Mistress’s flesh encased rear as she dutifully followed along trying to think of goofy & amusing entertainment as she struggled to keep her smile.

As Molly looked around, she was glad Vyki wasn’t darting her head around, because there were easily a half dozen men that were frozen in place walking them walk off and had easily seen them retrieving the tray.

Molly then guided her to the chip aisle and instructed Vyki to retrieve the large party size bags of their usual chips. Vyki cursed that they put the large bags on the bottom shelf but found herself groaning after the vibrations increased significantly as she bent to retrieve the first bag. By the time she retrieved the third product, Vyki’s heart rate was definitely elevated, and she was struggling to breath even through her open lips.

Molly was enjoying watching her taxed expression and seeing how she was dealing with the highly inadequate outfit for the grocery store when she saw Vyki’s eyes focus past her as Vyki’s smile seem to dissipate. Looking over her shoulder, Molly saw a small looking man look at the two of them with wide eyes as he quickly turned and left the aisle.

Molly could see she was losing Vyki’s resolve so she grasped her head and turned Vyki to face her. Molly put her own smile on and shared, “keep up that smile. Think happy thoughts. Just relax and focus on following my directions. Your pretty little head doesn’t need to worry about anything else. You are here to please and server me; yes?”

Vyki could feel the rush ebb & flow as the mechanized onslaught continues while she stares into Mistress’s eyes. As she’s listening to Mistress her eyes briefly drift to beside her and catch a package of snacks in the theme from the cartoon horses their daughter used to watch as a child. Vyki is reminded of a particularly silly episode and some antics of the brightly colored mares.

Molly can see Vyki’s expression change and slightly turns up the Vadget, “there you go. That's a good girl. Just think happy thoughts, enjoy yourself and follow my instructions, honey buns.”

Vyki moans a bit from the increased activity and then giggles realizing she wasn’t sure what Mistress had said, but realized she told her to think happy thoughts, so she started thinking more of those comical cartoons their kids enjoyed. As Vyki grasped the cart as Mistress instructed and began pushing it down the aisle, she was oddly comforted by Mistress’s warm hand on her ass pressing her forward. She tried to sway her hips further side to side to enhance the tingling sensations she was experiencing and giggled a bit more from the tickling sensation.

Molly continued guiding them through the aisles with the first stop at the paper napkins. She was almost relieved that when she told Vyki to get the family pack from the bottom shelf, she did so with a simple, “yes, Dear,” and even giggled as she bent over. Molly was momentarily amazed at watching her toned ass that she didn’t recognize the men stocking shelves at the end of the aisle staring as well. Molly was momentarily scared for them both, but was reminded of a particularly embarrassing moment from the past and as Vyki griped the handle again, Molly told her, “remember to smile happily,” and continued it on, “and make sure to say ‘Hi’ to the nice workers at the end of the aisle.”

Vyki continued to try to fall further into her own reply of simplistic comedies and quickly replied, “yes, Dear” as giggled as she remembered a skit from a sponge. Getting to the end of the aisle she noticed the two men looking in her direction and she maintained her smile with the requisite “Hi”. This was quickly followed by a giggle as one of the men dropped a box of paper towels on the other mans foot and they proceeded to yell at each other. Vyki was so glad that Mistress’s hand was still there telling her ass to turn left continuing her wide hip strut to the next destination.

Vyki was a little confused as she reached for the discount plastic cups from the top shelf and the vibrations increased, but when Mistress told her to hold the position, she figured she had a reason. When she was told to look over her shoulder at Mistress and smile, she realized her camera must be taking a picture and was relived as she could pant heavily after placing the cups in the cart.

If Mistress is going to drop things like the silverware on the floor and Vyki was going to have to pick them up, Vyki would rather Mistress just let her get them off the shelf. She began to wonder if there was something wrong with Mistress’s grip strength as she also dropped both the plates and bowls at separate times, but Vyki dutifully picked them up off the floor as instructed. However, as Mistress gripped her bare ass pushing her towards the check out, it didn’t feel like there was anything wrong with her hand’s strength.