Next wave begins

Coming out of the shower, Paul finished patting himself dry before he unlocked his phone to read the message from Trainer Bill again while he lotioned up his skin with the cherry & berry oil:

Good morning, Vyki. You have a lot to do today, so I’m going to let you forgo your morning stretching and exercises. When the other girl leaves, take a warm shower and get ready.

Open the pink box of shoes you got with the boots and put on the new shoes, ensuring you use the locks to lock them to your feet.

Do your hair and makeup; make sure your earbuds are in & on. When done, open the soft package & put on the contents. Be a good girl and follow the instructions included.

This was definitely a departure for Trainer Bill, but it sent a tingle through Vyki’s body. With an energy running over her skin, she padded to the spare room to find the pink box Trainer Bill sent her last week. Vyki was surprised to hear a box this big was for shoes, but removing the lid quickly indicated why.

Inside the box where a pair of pale, purple ‘shoes’ with at least an 8-inch heel only offset by a massive platform under the toes that was around 4 or 5 inches. Compared to the pumps, wedges, or sandals Trainer Bill had given her before, these were massive. Yet, when she picked them up, the plastic seemed surprisingly light. Realizing she had no point sitting her wasting time just staring at them, she put them on and grabbed the locking straps to latch them in place.

Standing up, she could definitely feel a change in perspective. Her feet didn’t feel nearly as strictly arched as her pumps, but they definitely required different attention to how she walked. Bending over more than she normally need to grab her wig, she took it and cautiously began walking to her impromptu makeup station at her computer.

She found if she dragged her toe lightly and swung her thigh out just a little she was actually able to move okay. She could recall Molly having similar shoes that acted more like a mobile pedestal, but she was sure those were even higher than these. She wondered if Trainer Bill would let her work into those eventually?

Sitting at her desk, Vyki could not get her knees under the desk with her feet in front of her and ended up swinging them behind her just so she could get close enough to the camera to do her makeup. Satisfied with her work, she cautiously stood up on the highly impractical footwear, and carefully returned to the soft package retrieved over the weekend.

Opening up the white delivery pouch, Vyki was almost assaulted with a plethora of lavender silk encased in clear bags. Identifying a package obviously containing a gaff, she removed it from the package. Seeing the signature, thin strap in the back and the heavy padding in the front, she was only surprised by the small indentation running down the middle. Regardless, she carefully maneuvered the thin material around the oversized shoes, barely making it around the heels. However, once to her shins, she was easily able to pull them up the rest of the way, loving how the smooth, satin finish rubbed lightly against her soft, fresh skin as it popped between her cheeks. Manipulating her flesh rod into the padded pouch between her legs, she pulled it tightly into place as she reached for the next package.

There was no mistaking the lacey cups of a matching bra as she removed the package. Attaching it behind her she adjusted the straps and frowned down at the empty cups hanging loosely in front of her chest. Realizing there were no inserts, she grabbed her usual set and adjusted them as best she could.

Opening the last package, he was met with a large piece of fabric and a hair scrunchy all in the matching lavender to her underwear. Wrapping the scrunchy around her wrist like she’d seen Molly do so many times before she cut her hair short, Vyki unfolded the fabric to find a rather short, silk dressing robe. Putting the robe on, she found it to be slightly translucent and **very** short, falling to just her upper thigh.

Returning to the package to find her promised instructions, she was able to find two pieces of paper. One appeared to be a folded note and the other instructions that seemed to accompany the scrunchy with indications on how to make a ponytail. Thinking back to Trainer Bill’s text, she opened the instructions and proceeded to put her hair up in a high ponytail like the first example gave. Feeling her hair swish around behind her, Vyki played briefly with the odd feeling before returning to the folded note.

Opening the note, she found a typed ‘gift note’ for the package:

Vyki, get the Gadget and finish putting everything on if you haven’t already. Once you do, sit on the bed and send me a selfie of you in the outfit. Each of my special girls is given a signature color. Yours will be lavender while you are in service to me. This will be your signature lingerie and worn upon instruction only. Wait patiently for additional instructions. -B

Feeling oddly proud to be given something so delicate with personal thought, Vyki giddily stood up and cautiously walked on a cloud of euphoria to retrieve & install the gadget. Sighing, Vyki returned to the spare bed, sat down, and held the camera above. Taking shot after shot, she was never truly happy with any of them, but finally relented; one didn’t look utterly horrific and sent it to Trainer Bill. She sat there watching the conversation waiting to see confirmation of being read or typing, but what felt like an eternity, she saw no change.

Realizing she was just growing nervous staring at it, she put her phone down next to her and began exploring the softness of her robe and admired the quality and detail of the pieces.

Vyki was suddenly startled out of her idle inspection by an added voice in her ear. “Hello, Vyki,” from Trainer Bill echoed in her ear.

“Hello, Trainer Bill,” she quickly responded sitting up straight as she wrapped the robe back around her.

“For the moment, don’t bother responding verbally; I have my speakers muted anyway.”

“Oh,” Vyki responded tentatively nervously wondering what this was about.

“I’m glad you accepted the directions and did as you were told; good girl.” <BUZZ>

Vyki visibly shook as she closed her eyes and let a moan escape her lips.

“Thank you for the lovely picture and I hope you have enjoyed your new gift; you look very elegant.”

Vyki surprised herself with a blush as she nodded enthusiastically.

“However, there are even more things for you. Pick up the box that was delivered and open it.”

Placing the opened box next to her, Vyki found several other rather non-descript boxes with numbers on them.

“Get the box labeled number 1 and open it.”

Opening it, Vyki instantly recognized the contents even if it was an unusual color and her eyes grew very wide. Picking up the lavender gag, she held it up next to her as she looked at the camera very quizzically, especially at the peach colored, 2-inch phallus on the inside of the gag.

“I’m sure you recognize what that is. While it may symbolism in lots of many ways to different people, I’m starting with this as a way to show me you are actually serious about this. This is a rather tame thing I might ask of a lot of my special girls. However, this is more than just wearing nice clothes, pretty makeup, feminine vocals, and walking. This shows me that you recognize these basic objects as just another task that you are willing to do to help me make you better.”

Vyki tried to process what was being said in her ear. It's just a thing, right? It doesn’t really mean anything except playing the role for Molly. Obviously? As she turned it over a small padlock she missed fell into her lap. It was a small, unlocked silver one he’d use dozens of times, but there was no immediate key.

“If leather & plastic is too much for you to deal with, we can stop now. You can enjoy your present and be satisfied where you’re at. And I’m sure you’ll probably be okay at the party and even pass to some people.” Bill knew he was playing to Paul’s, er Vyki’s, fears, but it's part of helping them face them in training to get better.

Vyki slowly looked at the item before her. She’d used similar ones on girls before. They seemed to really enjoy it and it's not that big of a deal. Raising it towards her mouth she had it up to her open lips before she realized it. As it passed over her lips, it touched her tongue and had a very rancid taste to it causing her to jerk it back screamed yuck and wiped off her tongue.

She could hear Trainer Bill’s laughter as she was wiping her lip off, “I appreciate the initiative, but I didn’t tell you to put it in yet. I was telling what it's for, but as you are accepting of it, go wash off the protective coating they put on it and come back in here.”

Almost scowling at the camera, she slowly stood up to make her way to the guest bath. Cautiously, she tried to take the swing steps she’d managed before, hoping Trainer Bill would notice. She didn’t have to wait long.

“Good job with your new platforms, Vyki.”<BUZZ> “Many girls just shuffle along, but I see you’ve found how you can swing your feet.”

Vyki perked up with pride at the complement and tried to add a bit more sway to her ass but had to catch her stuff on the door frame.

Chuckling he cautioned, “You did good, but don’t get too cocky; you’re not ready for a stripper pole yet.”

Getting to the sink with a stutter step, Vyki questioned if he really expected her to strip? Would he actually even want to see it. She pushed the thought away as she bent over to get all the way down to the sink, surprised the heels brought her up so high her robe didn’t even reach the counter. Ensuring the nob was thoroughly cleaned and the soap totally gone as well, Vyki dried the latex attachment and returned to the bedroom.

“For being so eager and accepting earlier, you deserve a reward. Use some of that tasty berry oil you’re so found of to coat it; that will be much more enjoyable than the protective coating.”

God, that would taste sooooo much better than that bitter crud that was on there. Vyki quickly strutted over to the jug of oil and poured a fair amount in her hand she rubbed allow over the peach piece.

“Alright, that should be good enough. Now you may go ahead and put it in your mouth, Vyki.”

“Yes, Sir,” she responded, kicking herself that he wouldn’t be able to hear. Bringing it back to her open lips, she was greeted with a tasty reminder as an electric shot almost ran up her tongue as she moaned into as she brought the straps back.

“Now, latch the buckle behind you and use the lock to keep it in place.”

Lost somewhere in the funny buzz from her tongue, Vyki mindlessly pulled the strap behind her head and clicked the lock into place before she really realized what she did.

“See, that doesn’t feel so bad. Now, every training day after you do your makeup, you are to put that on, and keep it in place until it's time to use your throat spray. Then you can unlock it and get it ready for our session. Understood?”

From a distant mind, Vyki responded with a basic nod, realizing how great cherries and berries are. Before it finally clicked, she was supposed to use this every day, when her eyes shot open in surprise.

“Good girl.” <BUZZZ> Vyki’s eyes immediately closed as she sucked in around the gag and moaned. “Now open box number 2.”

Vyki was again surprised by what was next, but wasn’t sure what she expected. Staring back at her was relatively realistic painted phallic anal plug in the same peach as the gag, but much longer with a wider hooked head. The mushroom head and popping veins giving it an almost solid, jellyfish appearance attributed the name ‘Co-quaman’ from its marketing group; not exactly a best-seller.

“This is going to replace your training aids. This will provide similar reminder & guidance but will also ensure you’re getting proper encouragement from its use.”

Vyki picked it up and stared at it, glancing over to where the training aids were stored. Where they were long and voluminous, they didn’t have the arch or abruptness this seemed to have.

“Get a condom for it, lube it up, and then get on the bed & install it using the technique I taught you earlier.”

I just a hunk of plastic, she told herself. It's just to help get the right hip movement. It doesn’t mean anything other than that. Just doing what he challenges his other girls. You can do this. You're a good girl.

Wrapping the phallus in a condom, she thoroughly coated it in the berry oil, feeling a warming tingle go up her arms, she knelt on the bed, and leaned down on her shoulders. Reaching behind, she pulled the strap of her gaff out of the way and placed the bulbous head against her opening. Taking as deep a breath as she could around the gag, she slowly pressed against her puckered opening.

Meeting more resistance from the blunt head, she rubbed a bit more oil on her hole and tried to take calming breaths through her nose before trying again. Focusing on relaxing and meeting the invader, she continues pressing into her expanding sphincter. Pausing briefly to catch her breath and relieve the growing tension before moving forward. Finally, after a few attempts, Vyki is rewarded as the head pops in past her outer ring.

“Good job, sweety! Take a moment and keep going.”

Vyki almost forgot he was watching. She thought she should be embarrassed but was surprised to be so proud of the praise. Wanting to show him she could do more, she proceeded to press the head even further in. Occasionally backing out momentarily, she slowly progressed further, feeling her insides expand and give away to her invader. Until ultimately, she feels the base press between her cheeks and slides against her gaping hole and she drops her hands on the comforter next to her.

Letting her take a few breaths to recover, Bill finally breaks the silence, “great work! I knew you had it in you to handle it. You good?”

“Yeff,” she tries to reply, but remembers both the gag and his mute prevent her from responding verbally. Unwilling to move her body yet, she reaches a hand up and gives him a painted nail thumbs up.

“Good girl,” Bill replies before pressing the button to show her the real update.

Vyki had been teased with items, but with the length, angle, and large head, a gland ‘normal girls’ didn’t have was solidly pressed between her new addition & her classic gadget. The hidden, loose weights within the large head reverberated against the vibrations travelling from the gadget. Vyki had no hopes of stopping the moan escaping from her lips as her knees gave way and she fell flat on the bed.

Panting deeply around her gag from the jolt of adrenaline she received, she bolted up on her hands to stare at the camera surprised at what this meant.

“We’re always looking for improvement, dear. Now, you will need to get used to it, so ensure its installed even before you get dressed or do your makeup. I have no doubt you have the skill and ability to handle it and adapt to it.”

Vyki was beginning to wonder if she really was up for this, but was oddly assured that Trainer Bill had faith in her.

“Now, put the remainder of the boxes aside for the moment and put on your newest corset.”

Cautiously, Vyki rolled over and felt the phallus press back into her; she hadn’t even realized it had slid out at all. Standing up to put the corset on, wrapping the cords under the robe behind her. After working hard to strap the corset together pull it as tight as she could, she could feel the phallus pressing against her. Trying to discreetly reach behind herself, she firmly pressed the escaping rod back inside her canal but couldn’t prevent the sharp inhalation.

“Now, I need to you go into your clothes closet.”

Vyki looked at the camera quizzingly, but turned to go to the closet in the spare bedroom, but received a small <zap>

“No, girl. The one in the main bedroom.”

Vyki bashfully turned to head out down the hall trying to make her steps but found her invader slowly sliding back some and reached back.

“Stop.”

She stopped moving abruptly.

“It's not very ladylike to constantly play with your butt toy like that in public. One of the new challenges of that shape is you need to learn to practice griping it in. As you step, you’ll need to practice gripping it to bring it in with your Kegel muscles. Try flexing and pulling it in. If you feel it go out, try seeing if you can pull it forward.”

Vyki tried flexing her pelvic floor & felt it moving in; she could also feel the blunt head rubbing internally & increase her heart already.

“Try to continue and focus on keeping it in.”

Taking a few tentative steps, she slowly started moving forward and could feel it sliding back & flexed feeling it move forward with a rub. Her steps were much slower and more distinct, but she was managing. It took almost all her focus, but she was resisting the urge to push it in and keep her hips swinging.

“A bit more of a challenge now. Not quite so easy, is it?”

Vyki wholeheartedly agreed and nodded emphatically, feeling her ponytail flip around.

“I can see your keeping a slower pace & getting done, and that’s okay; For now.” Bill warned ominously. “I know it's not as easy as it was and feels much more challenging than before, but I wouldn’t push my special girls unless I knew they could do it. It's harder at the moment, but you will master it and be better for it. That way when you go back to the basic equipment, it will seem like a walk in the park.”

Vyki was so focused on her walking and listening intensely to Trainer Bill, that as he finished, she found herself staring at their walk-in closet.

“Now, that you’re here, go into the closet and near the back on the other girl’s side, you should find a long red dress with white flowers on it. Take your robe off and drop it on the floor. Put the dress on and take your hair down, putting the scrunchie on your wrist under a sleeve. Then come out.”

Vyki wasn’t sure what dress he was talking about as she didn’t remember Molly having one like that. However, in the back just where he said it was, there was a very long dress. Taking off her robe, she let it fall to the floor and took the dress off the hanger. Finding a zipper in the back, he slid it down. He considered stepping into it and thought better of the platforms he was wearing. Dropping it down over his head like an exaggerated T-shirt, he was able to let it fall to nearly the floor. Stretching to reach behind him, he was able to zip it up to nearly his chin. Taking his hair down and storing his hair wrap on his wrist, he took a step out and carefully pressing against his dress he finally made it out.

“You found it! Good girl.” <BUZZZ> followed immediately by a moan. “Turn and face the mirror.”

As she faced the mirror, Vyki was startled by what she saw. The picture before her was oddly bland and homely. From his neck to a half inch above the floor, her body was masked in a formless red and pansies pattern. The only thing appearing slightly distinctive is the purple gag and a hint of purple below his him. Besides the less trim, the slight protrusion of a chest, and the hint of a waist were the only things obviously feminine. She suddenly felt a scratchiness appearing on her skin too.

“Do you like the dress?”

Looking at the mirror, Vyki emphatically shook her head.

“But you wore because I told you to, didn’t you?”

Vyki was hoping this meant it was just a temporary chest and nodded her head slightly.

“Good girl,” <BUZZ> “looking at you, no one can see the sexy, slutty girl underneath can they.”

Shaking her head no.

“Notice the very long length. It's going to add to your already challenging walk, but you can do it. Now, heading back to the bedroom and for your next present.”

Glad to hear he thought she was up for it, but very cautious of this new challenge. Taking more cautious steps, she slowly began walking back to the bedroom extra careful not to trip on the shroud like dress. This proved to be extremely difficult while trying to also walk in the elevated heels and prevent the plug from poking out. The material of the dress seemed to only add further challenge as the coarse internal texture seemed to cause an irritating itch as it rubbed against her smooth skin.

Once she arrived, Bill instructed her to open box 3. She was surprised yet again to find a lavender collar in the box with its own miniature, silver padlock. Picking it up, she looked at the camera incredulously.

“This is not an official collaring or further commitment; note the lack of a tag. This is solely to be used for training. If it were a deeper commitment, you might be able to earn a tag and a proper ceremony, but that isn’t the road we’re going down.”

She shrugged her shoulders back at him, definitely not wanting to go down that road.

“For now, wrap it around the collar of the dress and lock it in place.”

Vyki breathed deep around her gag and latched the straps around the collar going up her neck, clicking the lock in place.

“Good girl.” <BUZZ> “That will get you started for this week. Continue on to your work, and then we will pick it up this evening. Understood?”

Nodding her head in response.

“Good. See you later, V.”

Trying not to focus on the sandpaper cloth against her skin, she carefully returned to her home office. As she sat at her desk, she could feel the plug push further into her. Occasionally idly teasing her tongue on the new invader; periodically shifting her weight rocking back on the plug. She was startled as an alarm went off indicating she lost track of time and needed to get ready for the session with Trainer Bill.

Getting up, she carefully walked back to grab her inhaler and went to remove the gag only to remember it was locked. Trying her generic keys didn’t seem to work. In a near panic, she tried not to trip as she got back to her communication to Trainer Bill. Opening up the app, she sent an urgent message.

Trainer Bill, I need to use my inhaler, but the gag is locked in place.

She quickly paced back to the bed and sat down. It seemed like it was taking an inordinate amount of time. She nervously started rocking back and forth.

Trainer Bill, where is the key for the gag?

Her rocking grew in speed as her anxiety grew. Slowly, her nervousness was being replaced with a growing excitement as her heart rate and breathing increased.

The ding notification dropped her out of the growing feedback loop as she read the message from Trainer Bill.

Hello to you too, Vyki.

Hello, Trainer Bill.

Would you like to unlock your gag?

Yes, I would like to remove the gag so I can use the inhaler for my voice.

Whose gag is it?

Vyki couldn’t believe he was wasting time with this.

Mine

Do you not appreciate your presents?

She doesn’t have time for this. Yes, Trainer Bill.

Then show more pride in owning them.

Can I please have the key to my gag so I can use my inhaler, Trainer Bill?

You may open box number 10, Vyki.

Fiddling quickly with the box, she opened it to find almost a dozen different keys.

Which one is for my gag, Trainer Bill?

Not seeing any immediate response, she started franticly trying every key. Lucky number 7 finally dropped the lock open. Removing the lock, she quickly ripped the gag off and panted heavily.

Not seeing any response, she sent back, Nevermind, I found it, Trainer Bill.

Coming back immediately was a Good girl! I knew you could. Quickly followed by a <BUZZ> as she breathed heavily.

Talk to you soon, Vyki.

That quickly reminded her to use her inhaler. As she breathed her inhaler in and held it, she glanced at her phone to see if there was anything else from her. Gasping out, she realized that she took this over an hour late and she needed to get ready. After fixing her makeup from getting smudged from her gag, she went over to her spot.

She started to kneel but realized the dress was going to catch on her shoes. Lifting up the hem some, she knelt down but found the long cloth was making it difficult to spread her knees like she expected.

“Hello again, Vyki.”

“Hello, Trainer Bill.”

“Ready for your new session?”

“Yes, Trainer Bill.”

“First off, with your advanced training, you’re at the stage that you get to drop the ‘Trainer’ title and you now get to call me Sir Bill or just Sir.”

Vyki sat there staring at him incredulously. As he just waited for her to respond.

“Yes, Sir Bill.” <BUZZ>

“Good girl.” <BUZZ> “Now stand up and go back to the full mirror.”

“Yes, Sir.” <BUZZ> Cautiously standing and walking with **** focus, she swayed back over to the mirror.

“Now, look at that lady in the mirror. Do you like her dress?”

“No, Sir Bill.”

“Why don’t you like about it?”

“Its too long and ...loose.”

“What’s wrong with it being loose? Seems like it would be comfortable.”

“It's unflattering and looks frumpy.”

“You have had a distinct advantage that most of my special girls haven’t had, Vyki. Many of them come to me and have wardrobes very similar to this. In fact, this is just what they’ve grown up learning what a proper lady should wear.”

‘On no!’ Vyki thought, ‘is he actually going to make me where stuff like this now?’

"They haven’t had the advantage to already be exposed to what is really expected and what suits their current tasks. While they’ve had to discover what is appropriate, you’ve been lucky enough to actually live with a girl advanced and open enough to share her attire with you. Haven’t you?”

“Yes, Sir Bill.” <BUZZ>

“With that leg up, you should be answer these with more assurance than most of my novice girls. If that dress is ‘unflattering’ and ‘looks frumpy’, what is the opposite of that?”

Vyki swallowed hard suddenly realizing where he was going and what he wanted to hear. “Sexy and slutty, Sir Bill?”

“Good girl,” <BUZZ> “Now, thinking back about all those things you’ve seen her wear, what would make it sexier?”

“Shorter skirt, Sir Bill.” <BUZZ>

“And?”

“Lower neckline.” <BUZZ> She stared at him realizing he wasn’t going to prompt her further. “Shorter sleeves.” <BUZZ> “Softer material.” <BUZZ> Her pulse quickening and getting hotter. “Shows body shape.” <BUZZ> “Brighter colors.” <BUZZ>

“And what would make it sluttier?”

“More skin showing.”

“Like?”

“Deep neckline.” <BUZZ> “Sleeveless.” <BUZZ> “Flashy high heels.” <BUZZ> She could feel her body on the rise and became more excited in her speech. “Bare legs” <BUZZ> “Much shorter skirt.” <BUZZ> her thoughts were getting away from “thin material” <BUZZ> “tight” <BUZZ> “lots of cleavage” <BUZZ> “exposed ass” <BUZZ> “visible nipples” <BUZZ>

“So, there is a better way to dress than that dress you have on?"

“Yes, Sir Bill.”

“Now is everything you’re wearing frumpy and unflattering?”

“No, Sir Bill.”

“What isn’t?”

“Underwear and shoes”

“You mean your pretty bra, your strict corset, your sexy panties, and your platform heels?”

“Yes, Sir Bill.”

“Say it.”

Vyki looked at the camera trying to understand what he mean before realizing he meant to repeat it. “I mean the bra, corset...” <ZAP> Vyki cringed & yelped from the quick interruption.

“STOP” Bill interjected firmly, “that is not what I said. Be honest and say what I told you too.”

Apprehensively playing with her dress, she continued with a nervous stutter, “My p-p-pretty bra, m-my s-strict corset, my s-s-sex-sy p-p-panties, and m-my platform h-he-heels.”

“Much better. Good girl.” <Buzz> “It's important to be honest. There are a lot girls who don’t know any different or were brought up in a restrictive householdl regardless of how they feel. However, many will actually hide they’re wearing sexy and slutty things and essentially lie to the world like you are. They haven’t had the benefit of living with such an open and carefree sexy and geniune special girl like you have. So, if you don’t like this ‘unflattering’ and ‘frumpy’ dress, what do you think a good girl prefer?”

Her mind jumped around trying to picture Molly in something like this and then thinking about what she would wear. Think about the underwear she used to wear and how she would wear the dresses & skirts that Vyki loved seeing her in. Thinking how short and sexy they all were, how she see & touch her exposed skin. Whether it be her legs, arms, shoulders; it didn’t matter. Touching her soft, warm flesh; showing the world how comfortable she was. Vyki responded, “shorter dress... some lower neck.. exposed skin.”

“Think about all that, while you practice your walking. Go ahead and start, girl.”

Not really sure how to take it, she cautiously began her steps trying to remember everything he guided her on while trying not to let her head go too far with what he wanted her to think about.

Making less than a third of the circuits she normally did, Bill jumped in again, “now with your vocal exercises.”

“Yes, Sir Bill,” she jumped in before continuing, trying to keep from tripping on the scratchy, irritating dress, thinking about what outfits she prefers and keeping up her walk.

As tormented as she was, she was almost elated when she sure heard Sir Bill call out, “that’s good for today. Return to your desk chair, Vyki.” She was disappointed she wasn’t taking off this annoying dress, but at least happy to rest her legs. Sitting down in the chair, she was sharply reminded of the bulbous intruder in her behind.

“Now that you’ve had time to think about, I want you to spend your time looking for a sexy outfit and a slutty outfit that you would like in your signature color. Find one of each and send them to me before you have to get ready for this evening and the other girl gets home.”

Swallowing heavily, she responded with a nervous, “yes, Sir.” <BUZZ>

“Good girl.“ <BUZZ> “You need to keep the challenge of those platform heels, but you need a periodic reset as well, especially the short time frame. Therefore, after spending today in those heels, you will spend the day in your boots. Then do it again on Wednesday and return to your platforms on Thursday and Friday. Understood?”

She wiggled nervously in her seat before replying, “Yes, Sir Bill.” <BUZZ>

“I look forward to what you send me. See you tomorrow. Goodbye, Vyki.”

“Goodbye, Sir Bill,” Vyki responded as she started her first web search. Vyki quickly found herself in a quandary deluge of tons of vaguely matching yet few contemporaneous results. She’d see one image only to find a slew of circular referencing pintrests, or the cutest item only to find the site defunct, or finally find it on a site only to have the quality to call into severe question with the vague, poorly translated description that leant to truly being wishful thinking that it would anything like the picture.

Getting frustrated and annoyed at her search-fu failing, she began rocking back and forth in her chair. With the large heels forcing her feet to fold under her in the chair, the probe had slipped out, and each rock back would slide it back in. The slow, repeated stimulation would slowly erode her nervousness minimizing a growth of frustration.

Switching to searching on individual sites seemed to lead to only finding an outfit with real possibilities only to find it in nothing like her signature color. If she did find the rare unicorn in her color, it wasn’t in Molly’s size. Or should she be looking in her own size? Did she even know her size? But wasn’t this for her to look at? Or was it for him to observe? “Fuck!” she blurted in frustration realizing how much time she had already wasted. Her minor panic just encouraged a more animated rocking only to be slowly nerfed by a release of endorphins.

She continued on like this for hours only to be broken from her frustrated focus by the alarm to start dinner. Realizing she still didn’t have answers for her assignment, she elected to schedule dinner delivery to give herself more time. She texted Molly to let her know to not be surprised by the delivery as she’d been busy but should be there about 10 minutes before her. Setting her phone back to redouble her efforts and focus, she was frustrated as Molly’s response notification interrupted her task for Sir Bill and carried on.

Along the path, she resigned since it was to replace this cursed, glorified potato sack, it she probably be in her size which she inferred to be a step up from Molly’s. The items were geared towards what she would want to see, but she turned down more than one that she worried Sir Bill would not like.

For the sexy piece, she landed on a custom dress shop that let you customize the cut & size with dynamic rendering to get the short hem, low cut, and sleeveless style she was hoping to find. Switching to find something ‘slutty’ proved exceptionally challenging. Landing on a shop specializing in PVC clothing, she considered them perhaps too much. However, before she could go on, she was frustrated again by the doorbell interrupting her. Deducing it was the food, she left it to just finish up her task at hand. The additional incessant ring told her this was anything but than a brilliant delivery person who couldn’t decern the meaning of “contactless delivery”.

By the third ring, she stood up from her computer in frustration only to realize how exactly she was dressed. In a panic, she considered just removing the dress and grabbing a robe, but she was quickly blocked by the locked collar from moving the zipper. Resigned to at least approach the door silently, another ring chimed halfway there, and her distracted brain shouted out “coming!” Only to curse herself silently.

Reaching the door, she shouted out, “hello?”

“Ya, uh, I got your delivery, ma’am,” the young delivery boy shouted out.

“It’s okay; just leave it there.”

“I’m sorry, my boss said I have to get a signature.”

“You gotta be kidding,” she said to herself.

“Sorry; he’s kinda anal.”

Opening the door a crack she peaked around to get the receipt and pen, only to have the pen go spinning out of control to the ground. Instinctively, she pulled back the door to grab the pen, only to realize she had moved in front of the door when it hit her filled butt triggering her own yelp. In sudden surprise, she found herself filling the doorway, nearly reaching the top of the frame in her shrouded platform heels.

Looking way up at her, the barely out adolescence you man that barely came up to her chest stared up at her, his mouth agape before finally mumbling out “woah, momma.”

Scribbling out something resembling numbers in a tip and swirls that barely passed for a signature, Vyki shoved the receipt at him and ripped the bag from his hands slamming the door behind her. Tossing the bag on the counter, she was sure she only had 10 minutes before Molly showed up.

Resigning herself to settling on the micro, sleeveless PVC dress in lavender for the sexy attire, she submitted the links to Sir Bill, while she went to finally remove this godawful dress. Picking up her phone, she saw another missed message from Molly. Apparently, she was running late and only recently left her office. Grunting in frustration that she didn’t tell her earlier, Vyki lamented the 15 more minutes she could have used to miraculously find that one perfect outfit.

Grabbing the keys from the locker she frantically tried to get the damn collar off. It was only after several minutes before she remembered those keys were for her corset & heels; the new keys were discarded back in the shipping box. Trying each individual key, she finally heard the click of the lock and ripped off the collar and swiftly unzipped the dress.

She wasted even more time attempting to unlock the corset from around her waist, only to remember to swap back to the other keys. The pedestal shoes followed quickly thereafter.

Making room to put things back in her cabinet, she was curious what was in the other boxes, but she didn’t have time to snoop now. Sir Bill would not be pleased if things weren’t cleaned up before the other girl got there.

Seeing the ugly dress, she considered washing it, or even burning it, but thought its absence would be difficult to explain. Padding briskly on the balls of her bare feet, Vyki quickly hustled to the other bedroom to rehang the dress before returning to finish. Placing her bra and panties in a bag to be washed.

She reached back to remove the annoying plug, but it would only exit half-way. While it would wiggle around, she couldn’t get the wide base of the head past her sphincter. Screaming in frustration and pain, she realized she still had makeup and wig on, so she took the wig off and focused on cleaning her face.

Trying again to remove the wide intruder, her overall tension and stress prevented the muscular ring from relax enough to allow the unwanted guest from leaving.

Hearing the front door open, Paul grabbed the closet pair of shorts and shirt he could find as Molly called out, “Hey, Sir, I’m home! Finally!!”

“Hey...” Paul caught himself and coughed as he felt his voice crack in another register that was not native to his body. Clearing his throat, Molly came around the corner, “you okay, hun?”

Worried that the spray hadn’t worn off or that his throat was stuck like the damn plug in his ass, Paul cautiously replied, “no.” Relieved to feel the gravel in his voice, he continued “just a frog in my throat.”

“Awwww,” Molly responded as she hugged him with a deep kiss, “let's let your voice rest and just grab the food and Netflix & chill,” dragging him by the arm out to the living room before he even had a chance to get go back to work on his invader.

Pushing him down on the couch, “you rest, I’ll grab the food, Master.”

A yelping moan escaped his voice as the plug fully landed shoved up his ass again. He didn’t even have a chance to recover before Molly had returned with his food. Putting her things on the coffee table, she knelt at his feet and cuddled up to his legs while turning on the movie.

Halfway through the movie, Molly got up and took their trash to the kitchen before returning to lay on the couch with her head in his lap. As the movie reached a climatic sex scene, she silently reached over to undo his shorts. Rewarded with his bare skin/commando attire, Paul’s cock sprung free from his fly hitting her in cheek. Taking his growing in her mouth working quickly to get him to full mast, she was surprised to feel his hips shift under her; normally he’s moving her head instead. Enjoying his enthusiasm, she silently reached under her dress and began running rans over her bare pussy in time with her head bobbing.

Pleasantly surprised by her active movement, Paul was glad to feel her lips engulf him. However, he could feel the post behind him sticking out, so he shifted to ensure it didn’t escape with her around moaning as it rubbed inside him. As Molly began to pick up his pace, Paul could feel more escaping and worked to ensure it returned only to be greeted by another rub right on his prostate gland. His pace was rapidly increasing, quickly humping the plug back inside him and jerking back into her mouth. Gripping her head, he thrust a few more times before finally slamming down into the couch pounding the large head of the plug into his prostate.

With just her lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, she could feel him erupt into her open mouth coating her tongue. Feeling her own explosion building as her mouth filled with his essence as she swished it around moaning through her nose.

As Paul came down just enough to observe the world around him, he saw her playing under her skirt lips still wrapped around his cock and knew she was getting close. Gripping the back of her hair, he pulled her head back as she pressed her lips tightly together. Seeing the want in her eyes, how much pleasure she was feeling, he looked deep in her eyes and simply said, “cum slut”

Hearing those words, Molly’s restraint broke, and she exploded gasping for air as pleasure overtook her.

As he saw her mouth open, he couldn’t help but lock on the creamy coating within. Seeing the euphoria encompassing her so entirely, he couldn’t help but want to share in it and pulled her in for a deep kiss.

Feeling him pull her up, she tossed her leg over his lap, lifting up her dress, and sliding her wet pussy on his softening cock. Pushing deeper down on to him, rubbing her wet lips over his cock as she continued the deep kiss.

As her weight pushed down on his hips, he could feel the plug push even deeper into him and rub against his deep glands. They continued making out until both were exhausted.

Finally taking a breath, Molly said, “Your slut’s exhausted, Sir. Take me to bed?”

Taking her to bed, she striped and slid under the covers. Feeling his body relaxing enough, the plug finally slipping out, he rushed to the bathroom just in time to take it out safely. Shuddering as it left, he wondered if he would ever get used to it or if she should ever use it again.