Walking Workout Woes

Woken up with a text notification from Paul’s phone, Molly whimpered “5 more minutes, Sir.” Reluctantly rolling over knowing the only people with audible alerts were important contacts like priority clients, Paul grabbed the phone and wiped sleep from his eyes as he held up the screen to read the alert.

From Sir Bill: Good morning, Vyki.... Adrenaline hit Paul that Molly may have seen instantly waking him up as he quickly rolled over and brought the phone down to read the rest out of her view.

Good morning, Vyki. Make sure you wear a smart, sexy outfit for me today. You’ll have more work to do today, but you need to look great doing it. Don’t forget your gag & other requirements; you won’t be reminded again.

Paul could feel the bed shift as Molly sat up, “I hope it was something important. Alarm was about to go off soon anyway, though.” Standing up and walking towards their closet, “was hoping to wake you up in a better way,” she said with a wink over her shoulder.

Initially relieved she didn’t read the text, he was rather disappointed it interrupted a better wakeup. Regardless, he wandered what a ‘smart’ sexy outfit would be? He was also frantically playing back through is head what other dictates Sir Bill had for Vyki besides the gag. Irritation washed over him a bit as his concentration was momentarily broken as he heard Molly making some rather load noises in the closet. It sounded like she was messing with their steerage trunk, but not sure what she would need from there for work. “Hun? you okay in there?”

Coming out with some work clothes in hand, Molly looked a bit irritated and confused as she hurriedly responded, “ya, ya. I’m fine. Just gotta head to work.” Kissing him as she went by the bathroom. “Would much rather stay home with you today.”

Turning back to his phone to search for ‘smart sexy outfit’, Paul was a little irritated at the thought of her just invading his schedule for the day on a whim as if he didn’t have important things to take care of himself. “It’s not like I just sit on my ass all eating bon bons waiting for you to get home,” ran through his mind. Seeing the search results of some rather sharp dressed women seemed to correlate to outfits not dissimilar to what Molly wears to work. Scrolling through the list, he was only momentarily interrupted as Molly exited the bathroom ready for work.

“Oh, still working with the client?” she said as she saw him on his phone. “I’ll just grab a quick breakfast and head out.”

Looking over her outfit, he could see how it exuded both intelligence & feminine allure. Ya, smart & sexy fit. I think Vyki can find that. “Um, ya, have a good day, hun,” Paul called out to her as she had turned to leave.

Sitting at her computer, Vyki was still struggling to focus on her work. The coating on her gag seemed to be rubbing away and the faint rubber taste was hard to ignore, but the incessant drool escaping out the corners of her mouth was annoying.

Occasionally, her thoughts would drift to worries that perhaps she hadn’t nailed the outfit quite right. Would Sir Bill find the white shell, black pleated skirt, and thigh high boots “smart” & “sexy”? Would he approve of her raiding Molly’s closet & finding the short black skirt with the asymmetric hem that flared out at the sides shorter than the rest of the skirt to meet his instructions? Would she need to dry clean it before she returned it? She couldn’t even remember Molly wearing it in years, so would she even notice it gone? These thoughts would often spin her mind away from the work at hand.

However, the plug still proved to be the most consistent form of distraction. Finding herself periodically noticing the plug was half way out due to her inattention to it would trigger her having to spend time, rocking back to insert it so she could clench her pelvic floor to hold it in more, Or, at different points of animated typing or design, would suddenly find herself panting and whimpering, only to suddenly break of daydream haze to realize she’d been rocking back and forth in her chair plunging the plug in & out of her for the last 20 minutes.

Regardless, elation almost enveloped her completely as the reminder went off to dictate the removal of the gag and the application of her throat spray. This was promptly followed by both amazements how much the oral restraint would screw up her painted lips yet pleasantly surprised it wasn’t a complete disaster. Still, it was easily fixed, and she was able to return to her work with time left to get to a stopping point before their session.

Panic quickly enveloped Vyki as a video Skype feed of Sir Bill encompassed her screen. Glancing at the screen afraid she was late and lost track of time was only interrupted by his announcement.

“Hello, Vyki. I know its earlier than our scheduled time, but I have a tight schedule and needed to get going. Go ahead & grab the box labelled number 3 and we’ll get started with today.”

“Of course, Sir,” Vyki responded as she left where she was at to help Sir Bill keep his schedule.

“Good girl,” <BUZZ> Vyki moaned seeing the elation of the smile on his face as she felt the gadget reverberate up her body as she held the plug in tightly.

Getting to the bedroom and finding the box labelled 3, she brought it to the bed.

“Open it up.”

Getting the instruction mid-step through her inner ear triggered a near automatic response as she ripped the tape & lifted the lid without a second thought. Any concerns about her reflexive response were quickly dashed as she saw the pair of cuffs that clearly matched the empty collar around her neck.

As she picked them up, Bill interrupted her thoughts before she considered putting them on, “grab your magnetic cuffs as well and put them on first.”

“Yes, Sir Bill,” Vyki responded as she turned to retrieve them from the secure cabinet before locking them on her arms.

“Now latch the cuffs next to them.”

Wrapping the lavender cuffs around her arm she could feel the them pull towards the magnetic training cuffs before hearing a small click from the inner workings of the dark cuff. Trying to hold the cuffs closer to her face to figure out what as pulling the leather closer to the magnetic pull but also what that click was, she was interrupted again by the distant directive voice directly in her ear.

“Grab the padlocks from the box and place them on your personal cuffs.”

Seeing the two remaining glints of metal in the #3 box, she grabbed them and placed them in the locking holes of the lavender wrist cuffs.

“Your new cuffs have a flexible metal core between the layers of leather. When they magnetic cuffs are near a metallic band, an internal magnet pin flies through its internal latch effectively locking it in place.”

Testing the theory, Vyki tried to pull on the heavy black band that normally just pops loose under a stiff press, but were firmly latched close.

“They were originally designed with metal bracelets, but I find customizing the leather cuffs gives more versatility with traditional strength. Ingenius don’t you think, Vyki?”

Amazed by the interaction between the two seemed redundant yet at the same time even more restrictive, “yes, Sir Bill.”

“Good. Now proceed to your walking reps.”

Placing her arms behind her for posture feeling the magnets latch in place, Vyki began her strut on the very high boots. Even though the boots were much longer encasing a majority of her legs, she was amazed how much easier they were than the platforms’ chunky base. After 10 circuits from bedroom to bedroom across her home, Bill brought in a new technique.

“Remove your wrists from behind you but maintain your posture. Keeping your elbows at your side, lift your wrists out beside you and hold them parallel to your nipples.”

Removing her arms from behind her & shaking them briefly, she brought her elbows in and lifted her wrists out to the side. She felt foolish with her hands dangling out away from her. Within a few steps, she could feel the weight of the pairs of cuffs beginning to put strain on her muscles. After several trips back and forth, the plethora of metal materials waving beside her was quickly adding a burning sensation to her arms.

Noticing her arms beginning to wilt as her wrists were nearly at the height of her waist, “pick the wrists back up; you’re nearly done with this set; just a few more.”

With his encouragement guiding her, Vyki lifted her wrists trying to maintain her poise through the burn. Feeling her breathing increasing as she tried to maintain focus, she felt her arms were about to fall off when thankfully heard, “Good, now let the magnets lock behind you again while you practice your vocals.”

Pushing her warn arms behind her, Vyki was almost glad to feel the heavy cuffs take the weight of her arms as the magnetic **** pulled them to her strict corset as she gladly began her loop, “I am beautiful. I am wonderful....”

10 times around, Bill jumped in again, “now, move your wrists back out while you practice your vocals.”

Still feeling a slight burn in her arms, she swung them out as she continued her speech. However, after only 4 circuits her breathing had quickened so much, she could barely focus on getting her words out, “good slut makes sure she eagerly available.....” trying to catch her labored breaths as sweat was beginning to percolate on her forehead, “..... ultima sign pleasure cum.”

Bill sensed she was definitely at the end of her energy, but he knew he could get one last pass out of her as she approached the main bedroom. “Alright, Vyki, you’re almost at the end, one last pass to the other bedroom and finish up at the bed.”

“Yes, Sir.” <BUZZ> Vyki nearly collapsed at the sudden shock of pleasure.

“Good girl,” <BUZZZZ> Bill pushed the vibe a bit harder to get the last of her endorphins in her system. “You got this, your form’s been good, but for this last pass I need you to keep that but push through your enunciation. It's your last bit today, and you’re done. Show me what a special girl you are for me.”

Feeling a last bit of energy rush through her body almost numbing her arms, Vyki was focused on the end goal; almost inspired to finish right for Sir Bill, “A cum slut is a good girl who enjoys cum.” deep breaths, “consuming cum is the ultimate sign of pleasing your partner.”

“You got this.”

Focusing hard on getting the boots moved forward, Vyki kept going “cum is so precious it should never be lost or wasted.” Passing the office just a few steps from the bedroom, she continues “A good cum slut consumes all her partner's cum.” Stepping into the frame of the bedroom, she feels the carpet under her boot as she lets out with the last few hurried steps, “I want to be a good cum slut.”

“Good girl!” <BUZZZZZZZ> Bill encourages seeing her dig into her core to pull out the last few steps. “Grab your keys and undo your wrist cuffs and let the magnets loose as well.”

In a delusion frantic rush, Vyki grabs for the keys to finally be free of these cursed loadstones. Letting the locks, cuffs, and magnets just fall to the floor she takes a breath feeling free and throws her head back.

“With the weights free, just close your eyes, breathe deep, & relax. Shifts your knees a bit to keep them from locking.” Bill instructed for some simple cool down as he watched her relax. Much to his pleasant surprise as she stood there and relaxed, her weightless wrists slowly began to rise as her mind let go of focus on her motor skills. “Good girl indeed.” <BUZZ> “We’ll call that the end for the day.”

Reaching the end and feeling the buzz press into her, Vyki’s body finally relaxes as her eyes flow up in her head, leaning to the side, her legs fall out from under her as she collapses onto the bed. Rolling onto her back, her thighs fly apart from the repulsing magnets, her free wrists flying up on the comforter next to her.

Seeing her so used, Bill decides to reward her with a “very good girl” followed by repeated <BUZZ> <BUZZ> <BUZZ> <BUZZ> <BUZZ> <BUZZ> <BUZZ> <BUZZ> <BUZZ> <BUZZ>

Feeling her crotch stimulation over and over again, Vyki can’t find the strength to respond as whimpers to try to get him to stop. Unable to vocalize, she tries to move her tired arm to remove the gadget, flailing her skirt around to remove it.

Hearing the whimpers, Bill is entranced as her hand slides down to her thigh & tosses the skirt out of the way. With her skirt moved and her thighs spread wide, Bill is treated to an unobstructed view of her panty covered crotch before her greedy hand moves in to add to the stimulation. Stopping the gadget before she gets any idea about pushing further, he bids the girl fair well as he heads off to his client over in the gym. “Goodbye, Vyki,” tearing himself away from the spent girl still splayed out on the bed alone her hand on her crotch resting quietly.

Still rubbing her arms from the fatigue of the previous day's activities, Vyki was surprised to get such a strong workout & dreaded whatever he had planned for today. Hopefully the blazer she borrowed from Molly was “business” enough for him. Most of the outfits Sir Bill sent her would be appropriate for a few key professions.

Returning to the bedroom to remove the gag, she is reminded of waking up and nearly missing time to put hings away & do dinner mere minutes before Molly got home. She shuddered at the idea if Molly had found her spread out on the bed like that. Even if it wasn’t her favorite, she’s sure Molly would have instantly recognized her own skirt and been livid about so many things.

Tossing the near miss memory from her head, she takes out the gag & does her spray. Finishing the last few things, she takes her spot in front of the camera and waited only a few minutes before Sir Bill arrived.

“Hello, Vyki”

“Hello, Sir Bill.”

“Ready for your next session?”

“Yes, Sir,” Vyki responded with only a touch of enthusiasm that was plucked from depression by Sir Bill’s animated energy.”

“Excellent! Go open box 4!”

“Yes, Sir..” <BUZZ> Vyki was especially excited for an instant with the thought of his intimate and individual gift ideas. Opening the box, Vyki was rewarded with two very large cuffs in her signature lavender, much larger than could hold onto her wrists. It took a minute for her mind to final process they were thigh cuffs.

“These are obviously like your wrist cuffs but will interlock with your thigh magnet cuffs in the same way. Go ahead and put them on.”

“Yes, Sir Bill,” Vyki responded as she clicked the lock in place and heard tiny pins fall into the latches

“Perfect! We’re going to do similar reps to yesterday, so if you want to remove your coat we can.”

Vyki stood there pensively shifting from side to side.

“There a problem, Vyki?”

Tentatively Vyki responded, “it's not a coat, Sir. It's one of Molly’s old blazer dresses from before the pandemic.”

“Ahh. Well this is just walking again so this should be fine,” Bill assured her. “I can she you have all your cuffs on, so lets get started. 10 reps arms behind your back, 10 reps wrists out & up. Let’s go”

“Yes, Sir,” Vyki responded grasping her hands behind her as she tried to massage her still sore arms, dreading what was to come.