Lessons Learned

Vyki was frantically searching her cabinet for it, but every piece of clothing she moved just revealed it wasn’t there either. She had put on her signature lingerie like Sir Bill instructed. Even done up her makeup before donning the matching gag, collar, & cuffs plus the platforms, gadget, and plug as instructed.

However, as she had sat down to get started on work, she felt a cold chill wash over her. It suddenly dawned on her she had forgotten her robe. Going into the other room to retrieve it from her cabinet led to her current state of panic as she could not find her robe in any of her stuff; it's not like it was a tiny key or something.

As Bill logged in to do some bookkeeping, he figured he’d check on his current project and was surprised to see Vyki digging in her gun cabinet in just her bra & panties for something. Boring finances fell by the wayside to see what story was developing here.

Standing up, she started going through when she put her signature items away. It had a been a couple of days, but it was getting difficult to remember. She had to wear that stupid burlap sack of dress. She finally hung it up to get it away from her and then gone to put things away. Only had her gag and collar, then her bra & panties..... fuck, she didn’t have the robe.... shit!! The closet.

Bill suddenly saw her have some sort of epiphany frantically strutted across to the other bedroom. He enjoyed watching the bounce of her ass checks as she sashayed in her thong. Getting to the closet she rushed in like she was looking for something. He saw her walk out at least twice, counting something before going back in. Before long, Bill was rather pleasantly surprised to see the platform heels strapped to her feel slide out behind her shins as they slowly slide backward on the ground as her ass slid out shortly thereafter. Obviously, she was crawling on the ground looking for something, but seeing her kneeling on the ground backing her ass out was a surprisingly alluring view.

Vyki was sure she had taken it off in the closet and dropped on the ground, but it was no where to be found. She was sure this is where it had last been but it wasn’t there. She was pretty sure she hadn’t picked it up. Sitting back on her heels looking into the closet she screamed out “fuck” into her gag. Trying to figure out where it could have gotten. It wouldn’t have gotten up and walked away on its own.....

Even remotely, Bill could see the color drop from her made up face as ashen panic washed over her gagged face. Standing up she started pacing back in forth in front of the door covering her mouth. Suddenly stopping and stamping her foot down like a petulant child, she screamed her full body. Bill knew this couldn’t continue. Leaving the speakers off, and unmuting his mic, he tripped the gadget app up and triggered a **** response to shock the tempertantrum to an end.

<ZAAAAAP> The sudden shock caused Vyki to cringe at her groin before realizing she was being watched. Standing up straight, she turned and as innocently as she could, waved to the camera before placing her hands in front of her. The last thing she wanted to have happen was Sir Bill know she lost her signature robe, or worse, that Molly found it.

“Something wrong, Vyki?”

Vyki shook her head side to side before receiving a <ZAP>

“Don’t lie to me, Vyki. It was obvious something very wrong was happening. It looks like you were looking for something?”

Vyki stood there trying to figure out some way to avoid what revealing what is missing without being able to say anything with this fucking gag. Darting her eyes from side to side in the room trying to come up with something when she suddenly felt <ZAP> <ZAP>

“Stop the dawdling, Vyki! What did you lose??” Bill cannot stand petty avoidance.

That fucking gadget can hurt as she cringed. There was no way she could avoid him finding out without experiencing **** pain in the meantime. Now she couldn’t figure out how to tell him without being able to say anything <ZAAAAP>

“I’m not interested in waiting, Vyki.”

Frantically, Vyki tried to mime putting on the robe and covering herself up. Trying to make sure he understood she was trying to tell him something to avoid the damn shocks.

“You lost your robe?”

Vyki nodded enthusiastically.

“And where did you last see it?”

Pointing at the closet, she walked to the door and mimed sliding the robe off letting it fall to the floor and then turned to gesture to the floor and shook her head violently indicating it's not there.

Bill had a hard a time not seeing the person behind him as a large, petulant child-like bratty sub. Even with the exposed faux breasts, it was hard to see his long-time metamour Paul. She really was doing a good job embracing this rather thoroughly. “Wait a second. Are you saying you haven’t seen it since you took it off to put on the dress?”

Timidly she nodded her head lightly.

“Don’t you share that closet with the other girl?” It was like batting around prey before you strike.

‘Fuck’, she thought to herself, ‘he’s figuring this out way too fast.’ and again lightly nodded.

“Which means she likely found your robe. Has she said anything to you??”

Shaking her head, ‘No’, Vyki was really worried about what Molly thought when she saw it and how she reacted. She hasn’t brought it up or said anything and just been as amorous as ever. But why else would it have moved??

“It’s a pretty dark closet, isn’t it?”

Vyki was wondering why but he nodded his head.

“Luckily for you, I bet it's because, unlike you, the other girl is a VERY good girl.”

Vyki looked up at the camera incredulously insulted that he would think she wasn’t as good as Molly.

“You have trunk or something in that closet with the toys you girls have played with in the past, right?”

She couldn’t think of why he would know about their trunk of BDSM toys and items, but they did have one, so she calmly nodded her head.

“Go in there, check & see if your robe is in that trunk.”

Cautiously, Vyki walked into the closet and found the trunk. Sliding the very heavy trunk out and flopping open the lid. There, folded on top of some smaller boxes of sensory toys, is a folded silk robe. Picking it up and pulling it into the light, she could clearly see it was her signature lavender. She was at a complete loss as to why it was in there or what possessed her to ignore this robe and fold it into there. Standing up she approached the door holding the robe to her chest in front of her.

Bill watched her gingerly stepping into the room’s light, clutching the robe over her breast. “Ahh! Right where she was supposed to put it.”

Vyki was really puzzled why she would even consider or know what to do with the robe.

“Oh, in that trunk,” Bill brought up as almost a side note, “I’m assuming it’s well stocked with good equipment. Is there a good paddle inside there?”

Thinking of all the paddles they’ve had over the years; many a fun night ran through Vyki’s head. However, most had been broken with age and use as Molly did enjoy her forceful spankings. However, she was sure there was at least one in there, and nodded her head.

“Go get a paddle and come back here.”

Vyki strutted back into the closet and began digging through the heavy trunk. However, she was finally able to find a single paddle wrapped in leather. She could remember many times Paul & Molly enjoyed its administration. Proud that she found it but apprehensive about what exactly Sir Bill was wanting she cautiously returned to the main room.

Seeing the girl return from the closet, he was glad to see long leather, strap paddle to make this a little easier. However, he just about lost it laughing when he would see cut out in the surface layer of the leather a very clearly emblazoned TU⅃Ƨ right in the middle of the panel and nearly the full height. ‘Well, if that’s the one she chose, then she deserves to advertise it.’ “Very good, Vyki,” Bill encouraged, “now, lay the robe over the pillow on the bed.”

Vyki placed the robe down and stood holding the paddle against her chest in a subconscious act of comfort.

“Now, you know that one of the core tenants of this whole endeavor was to ensure that your progress and skill are kept discreet & concealed from the other girl until the big day.”

Vyki nodded emphatically.

“This is to ensure maximum acceptance when she sees just how convincing & talented you are, but also preserve any distance from her questioning things pre-maturely.”

Vyki nodded in silent agreement.

“And your negligent lack of cleaning up after yourself, put that entire work in jeopardy. All of your time and all of my time & effort into making you the best you can be could have been lost and everything thrown asunder. Frankly, that lack of attention to detail & reckless behavior is extremely displeasing to me and quite concerning.”

A knot was forming in the pit of Vyki’s stomach, and she wasn’t even sure why. Molly didn’t say anything and probably didn’t even register an issue. It's not like it's going to happen again.

“Furthermore, you’ve put me in a position where I would be remiss if I didn’t take every corrective action possible to ensure your behavior improves and doesn’t put her blissful ignorance in jeopardy.”

Vyki shifted on her heels really worried where this was going.

“Vyki, punishment serves three key functions: improvement, resolution, and forgiveness.”

Vyki’s eyes grew wide at the mention of ‘punishment’ and knew what was about to follow.

Bill knew Paul probably knew these concepts, but he did love orating them to new subs. “Improving the subject’s behavior to identify wrongful behavior, clearly defining the path to correct it, dissuading future infractions with unpleasant consequences, and reminders via core limbic triggers.”

Vyki was really getting nervous about where he was trying to take this but didn’t even register her fingers wringing the paddle resting between her faux breasts.

“Resolution on the part of the aggrieved by seeing direct and immediate response & acceptance from the subject and assurances of improvements going forward. Furthermore, the immediate and swift response is critical in ensuring undo pain & damages do not linger & compound.”

Vyki was shifting her whole body from side to side, almost shaking as an internal conflict was building in her as she knew she had done wrong, and she fully understood why he was upset, but she did not expect to be going down this road with him. But deep within her being, a hard internal twisting turmoil was building as she was almost feeling ill knowing she had caused him displeasure, that she could have been that bad and was yearning for a way to ensure his acceptance & happiness.

“Finally, forgiveness. At its core, the whole goal of the punishment is to address the issue and move forward. By ensuring the action is limited, corrected, and improved, the infraction need never be redressed in the future or hang over the subject’s head as a stain amongst them. Forgiveness is not given lightly and only works with the trust built from showing acceptance & improvement.”

Vyki was still trying to avoid shaking but something insider her was latching onto the hope of being able to make things right.

“Now, Vyki, I would normally be present to administer this punishment myself, but with our arrangement & situation, I cannot be there physically. Therefore, I must ask you to administer the punishment yourself under my explicit direction.”

Vyki’s breathing had increased so heavily by this point that she could hear the panting around her gag. You could see mascara and shadow bleed a bit from the few tears escaping her eyes.

“Vyki, are you ready to accept your punishment for leaving your signature lingerie out for the other girl to find, ensure you properly clean up, and store your items securely in the future to ensure our mutual success in showing her how amazing you can be?”

The conflict was burning deep inside her and Bill took sadistic pleasure in which the gears crunch and collide behind her eyes. Vyki knew this was the best way to atone for the mistake and move forward, but a nagging part inside her screamed out this was a step too far & not what they agreed to. However, a self-delusion voice grew stating this is just a simple act with no real meaning; we’re strong enough to take it as it won’t affect us. Molly, Janice, and others just enjoyed it and latched onto it for fun, but we’re not like that. The inner conflicting voice was almost snuffed under threat of being called weak and the appeasement was regarded as a simple task to please their partner as small price to pay for forgiveness. With that, the tense girl looked steadily at the camera and gave a single node.

“Good girl,” <BUZZ> “kneel up on the bed facing the robe.”

Kneeling on the bed and staring at the pillow suddenly seemed oddly foreign for somewhere she slept every night. However, besides the offending robe, it finally dawned on her that Paul slept on the other side and she was facing Molly’s pillow. An angle just different enough to seem remote.

“Put the paddle in your right hand and lean down on your left elbow; close enough to smell your robe without touching it.”

Vyki leaned down, the silky, lavender canvas taking up her field of view.

“Now, reach back with the paddle and bring down firmly on your beautiful, padded ass for ME.”

Vyki felt like she was about to pass some sort of rubicon or change and she could feel a cliff on the other edge terified about what it would be. An ironic, cold, analytic review came through to point out this is not anything she hasn’t done or seen done thousands of times & she was fully capable of it.

<ZAP> “NOW, Vyki!”

Jolted out of her internal discuss she brought the paddle down and pulled it back quickly, mumbling at the sting on her flesh.

“That was hardly up to your abilities, Vyki. I know you can do harder, again.”

Without hesitation, Vyki did another quick swing, feeling the sting against her ass.

“If you’re just going to sit there and play games waisting my time, I’ll just leave and have one our many Dom associates come over and give you a proper paddling as my proxy. Goodness knows any one of them would jump at the chance to beat the cute ass of a gagged & cuffed beautiful girl running around in just lingerie and heels. I bet Bob isn’t doing anything; should I call him or are you going to it right?”

The memory of dozens of Doms paddling their submissives over the years ran through her mind; Andrew’s crosses, benches, suspension, laps; big daddies, scrawny boys, fat oafs, cut body builders. Would he honestly send one over in her prone state to face their punishment? Does really think my ass is cute? Does he just call me beau...

“Vyki!! NOW!!”

Startled by the shout in her ear driving deep into her head, she didn’t even recognize her arm moving until the stiffened leather paddle landed firmly across her exposed cheeks. The sensations pushing through her body were all hard to process and were interrupted by Sir Bill.

“Good girl,” <BUZZ> “there is one.”

Vyki had to fight the moan from the blasted vibration.

“Not done though; do it again, Vyki.”

She was still trying to understand what that inner feeling was.

“Vyki, I’m losing patience. Again! NOW!!!”

The forceful directive seemed to cut through her inner fog as her arm seemed to move in almost immediate direction from him.

“Good girl.” <BUZZ> “That’s 2.”

She was getting lost in the stinging and a deep, inner pounding than the external buzz and fast breathing as her pulse quickened.

Bill was noticing she was responding most to the forceful direction, he knew it would be best to have her roll with it, if it worked. “Again! NOW!!”

*SMACK* Goes her own arm still trying to cope with the overwhelming sensations.

“Good girl.” <BUZZ> “3. Again! NOW!!”

*SMACK* What the hell is that damn stinging and that other push, but she didn’t have time to really get.

“4. Again! NOW!!!”

*SMACK* She shifted her hips trying to get some kind of relief. What is...

“5. NOW!!!”

*SMACK* Moan escapes her lips before

“6. NOW!!”

*SMACK* Something in her brain finally clicked ‘plug!’ briefly before

“7. NOW!!”

*SMACK* Focusing briefly in feeling the plug slide back out, she tried to grip it

“8, NOW!!”

*SMACK* Yes, it was definitely getting connection from the padd...

“9, NOW!!”

*SMACK* Damn it was deep

“NOW!!”

*SMACK* So hard

“NOW!!”

*SMACK* Connecting

“NOW!!”

*SMACK* Sliding

“NOW!!”

*SMACK* Moaning deep into

“NOW!”

*SMACK* Glowing warmth

“15. NOW!!”

*SMACK* Rubbing back into the paddle

“NOW!!”

*SMACK* Leaning her shoulders down and pushing her ass higher.

“NOW!!!”

*SMACK* Pushing back to meet the pounding

“NOW!!!!!”

*SMACK* Moaning loudly around the gag

“NOW!!!”

*SMACK* Sucking on the gag trying to get breath while rocking her hips back to rub the plugs base against the paddle, she hears from a warm distance.

“Good girl,” <BUZZ> moans and shifts her head quickly to look at the camera. Rubbing butt back at Sir’s paddle, ready for more from Him.

“Understand not to leave your lingerie around for the other girl to find, right?”

Nodding emphatically, she unconsciously rocks her hips back and forth against the paddle trying to drive the plug back into herself.

Watching that ass slide, he was impressed by the only slightly blurry letters surfacing on her ass. Clearly good, consistent talent at hitting the target translated even to her own swing. “You going to be a good girl for me?”

Nodding emphatic and moaning erratically wanting to do more for him.

“Very well. I’m glad we could resolve this this morning, but I have neglected other work that needs attention as well. Finish getting in your signature lingerie on and get work done before our session this afternoon.”

Whimpering from being oddly disappointed at the end of this but understood Sir Bill had his priorities and she needed to be a good girl for him and let him address his needs.

“I know it was hard for you to accept this, Vyki, but I am very pleased to see you taking it so seriously & look forward to your continued improvement.”

Nodding emphatically with her head still firmly on the bed.

“Talk to you soon, Vyki. Good-bye"

She tried to mumble a thank you around the gag but couldn’t get it out. She contemplated smacking her ass again, but without him monitoring it she knew it was pointless. Sliding her knees off the bed she slowly stepped down on her shoes. Shifting her weight onto the platforms, she could feel her legs wobble from fatigue and almost jelliness. Cautiously standing up straight, she slowly bent to pick up the robe and could feel a burn run over her cheeks as the surface stretch under her movements.

Sliding the robe on and feeling the cool, smooth fabric enveloped her, she hadn’t realized how warm her skin had gotten. She felt a shiver run up her arms, resulting in a full body shake, and could feel the hem of the light silk rub her tender ass.

Carefully walking to her office, feeling her legs shake, she finally reached her desk. Slowly arching her back to cautiously add weight to her tender cheeks. She could feel the heat reflecting off the chair even before she came into contact with it. Inhaling sharply as the cool leather came in contact with her skin, she let her remainder weight take on the ass.

However, as the weight pressed into her cheeks, she could also feel the plug slowly move back in. With her full weight down, she could feel the tip just tickle the spot inside herself. Kidding herself that she needed to shift her weight for ass, she could feel the tip dig deeper into her gland as a moan escape her gagged lips. She shifted her hips for multiple minutes feeling the warmth charge her chair and pressure build within herself.

Catching herself before she takes it too far, she chastised herself that she had work she needed to do like Sir Bill said and she needed to focus.

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Vyki spent a torturous morning attempting to focus in vain, but her body and memories kept pulling her attention away from her work. Getting hardly any work done, her self-torment was interrupted from the alert that she need to take her inhaler for her session.

Happily saving her work, she quickly sashayed to her inhaler. Removing her gag and taking a dose, she excitedly returned to fix her makeup. Her lips already an elevated red, she decided to pull those out even more, fixing her makeup and using the outline to help give them an illusion of even more plumpness.

Even though it was an hour away, she spent the remainder of the time ensuring her make-up and appearance was perfect, wanting to ensure Sir Bill saw she was the best girl she could be for him. She had to stop herself several times rocking her hips and letting the tenderness of her cheeks from this morning remind her how much better she needed to be or from driving the plug deeper into herself.

With 10 minutes to go, she cleaned everything up and found her spot, setting her hair & robe just right. Kneeling with knees spread wide and bowing her head she tried to focus on calming herself until time.

Connecting to the session, Bill was pleased to see the red head girl kneeling in her robe and cuffs. He also chuckled at seeing her shift her hip, probably trying to figure out how to sit her tender ass on her heels. “Hello, Vyki.”

Gasping from His voice invading her mental replay of the paddling, she responded breathlessly, “Hello, Sir.”

“Having a good day?”

“Better, Sir,” she grinned with a blush as she unconsciously rubbed the base of the plug against the tip of her heel; feeling the endorphins release relaxing her body.

“Well, I think you’ve proved your dedication to improvement. Go to the delivery box and open #5.”

Excitedly like a girl on Christmas morning, Vyki blurts out “yes, Sir,” as she shuffles to the package.

Finding the rather large t-shirt box like #5, she carefully opens the package revealed a leather body harness in her signature lavender. Lifting the straps, she is surprised at the intricate quality of connections.

“This, along with your collar, & cuffs, complete your signature play outfit. Take off your robe, but leaving your bra & panties on for now, put on the harness.”

Removing the robe, she holds up the harness trying to figure out what needs to be put on where. With Sir Bill indicating the proper latches to open It and where to step into it & slide her arms through. Finally, grabbing the obligatory included padlock, he instructs her on how to lock the harness to her collar.

“How does that feel, Vyki?”

“Very... encompassing, Sir. They seem to envelope and hold me, yet still leave a lot open.”

Chuckling, Bill responded, “good description. Do you like it?”

“Thank you for the gift, Sir Bill, I love it,” she enthusiastically responded.

“Alright, grab your magnetic cuffs and let's try some walking reps.”

“Yes, Sir,” Vyki replied as she attached the cuffs and began her paces. Starting with her wrists up and swishing her hips, she chuckles at herself thinking that even with the harness, collar, bra, and panties, the heavy cuffs and shoes at her extremities greatly out weight the rest of her outfit that only slightly covers her body.

As she was walking, it suddenly donned on her that the plug was not shifting nearly as much as it had in the past. However, it was definitely pressing and rubbing against her internal gland with every step as she swung side to side; it just didn’t move in and out. Something about it all was making it really had to focus on her steps and keep her arms up, it was several sets before she finally realized it was because of the straps running up between her cheeks over her thong. That at least explained how that deep plug was able to send so many waves constantly into her body. It all seemed to pull away the dull pain she had been feeling yesterday, but she wasn’t cognitive enough to recognize that.

Identifying her ability to deal with the weight longer than, Bill continued to push her further through her reps, ensuring her arms stayed up longer; even through her vocal training reps. As she was getting through her final vocal reps, Bill was going to have her rest on the bed when he noticed something resting on the bed in the main room. This was definitely a lesson needing to be drilled home. “Okay, make this your final set and continue into the main bedroom.”

“Yes, Sir,” Vyki responded as she completed with “A good girl wants to bring pleasure to their partner... A good girl wants to do whatever she can to make her partner happy..... I want to be a good girl....” Stepping into the room she finished with “I am a.....” however, she froze in her tracks as she glanced down at the bed and the phrase hung in her throat.

“I see you are at least observant enough to catch what I had a concern with, too.”

“Um, yes, Sir, I’m sorry. I was going to....”

<ZAP> “STOP! Look, I’m not looking for excuses or how you were going to take care of things later,” Bill interrupted her critically. “This is vital that you keep this concealed until we’ve reached the agreed upon point and the other girl is in the state where she’s ready to see it. If she were to come home early, it's bad enough you’d have to hide yourself long enough to fix you and that could be done in your room at the other end of the hall, but you can’t run into this room first. You MUST put things in a common area away as soon as you are done with it. Do you understand me, girl?”

“Yes, Sir Bill.”

“If you are able to utter words and I ask if you understand, you need to repeat back what you understood. Try again.”

“Yes, Sir Bill, I must put things in common areas away as soon as I am done with it to ensure they are concealed properly until Molly,” <ZAP>

“Is that who I said? NO! She doesn’t call you ‘Vyki’; don’t use her name until you’ve been properly introduced to her. Try again.”

Wincing under the damn pain, she tries again, “yes, Sir Bill, I need to put things that I used in common areas away as soon as I’m done with them to ensure they are hidden properly until we’ve finished, and the other girl is ready.” <BUZZZZ>

“Much better. However, this infraction cannot go unaddressed so soon after corrective measures were taken. We have to have another punishment to address this new issue so we can put this all behind us.”

Whimpering, Vyki responded, “yes, Sir.”

“Pick up the paddle from the bed and take it to the other room.”

“yes, Sir,” Vyki responds dejectedly and goes to walk back across their room to the spare bedroom.

Seeing the petulant looking child slumped over carrying the paddle start to shuffle along, Bill could not let it go by. <ZAAAAAP> “This is no excuse to let your skills and posture go away. You better swing those hips like you were taught and hold that beautiful head up or I’m going to be very displeased with you.”

Vyki cringes and stands up straight, starting the walk again. She considers trying to think if there is somewhere she could pull the gadget it out as she walked when a realization suddenly hits her: the straps of the harness are tight against her ass and crotch and they are connected up to the straps locking against her collar. She’s not removing the plug or the damn gadget until she can unlock all this. ‘Dammit!’ Trying to be on her best form and behavior she stands next to the bed with a bright smile on her face trying to appear as good as she can for Sir Bill.

“Remove the magnetic cuff on your hands, crawl up on that bed and face the mirror on your hands and knees, girl.”

Vyki does as she is told with the paddle in her hand.

“Now that you can respond verbally this time, you are to count them off and you know how to properly respond with a paddle. In addition, you are to stare at the girl in the mirror and say one of your phrases to her after each one. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” Vyki responded remembering what he instructed before and repeated what she understood, “I will count off each swat, thanking the man that delivers it to me, and say one of my vocal training phrases.” Seeing the girl in the mirror say that back to her was an almost distancing experience. Yet even before she started, she already felt flush for some reason and couldn’t figure out why she seemed to be panting as the blood was pounding in her ears against the earbuds.

“Get ready,” Bill said and when her paddle went behind her & it was clear she was staring at herself, “NOW, Vyki”

*THWACK* “1. Thank you, Sir Bill. A good girl is kind and obedient.”

“Very relevant one, Good girl.” <BUZZ> moan “Again!”

*THWACK* “2. Thank you, Sir. A good girl wants to please.”

“Good one, Good girl.” <BUZZ> moan “again”

*THWACK* “3. Thank you, Sir. A good girl wants to bring pleasure to their partner.”

Bill knew exactly which one she missed. “A very nice one too. Again!”

*THWACK* “4. Thank you, Sir Bill. A good girl wants to do... ummm... what she can... make her man happy.”

“Always good,” <BUZZZZ> Bill was glad to see the association in her brain coming through “again.”

*THWACK* “5. Thank you, Sir Bill. I should enjoy giving pleasure to my partner.”

<BUZZZZZ> moan, “yes you should. Again”

*THWACK* Vyki was wracking her brains for something to recall “6. Thank you, Sir. good girls enjoy pleasing others.”

<BUZZ> moan, “so true. Again”

*THWACK* Vyki could help but see the heightened emotions run through the mirror girl’s face. The pain, the pleasure, all of it tying together. What was she thinking? “7. Thank you, Sir. A good girl wants to give pleasure.”

“Oh, that was a cheap one. You better give me something new and deeper this time, girl. Again”

*THWACK* Vyki knew he wanted something racier and that girl in the mirror panting in her lingerie and cuffs getting paddeld screamed slut to her, “8. Thank you, Sir Bill. A good slut makes sure she is eagerly available anywhere, anytime.”

<BUZZZZZZZ> moan ‘I did good,’ Vyki thought. “Very good girl! You stepped up! Do it AGAIN!”

*THWACK* Vyki knew he would like this one “9. Thank you, Sir Bill. A cum slut is a good girl who enjoys cum.”

“So very true! good girl.” <BUZZZZZZ> Vyki could feel her heart racing and Bill could see wetness forming in her thick panties. “Is that girl in the mirror a good cum slut?” Bill let that linger in the air for a moment as he saw the gears turning in her bed as she bit her lip. Seeing a thought finally coming to the surface, he interrupts it with “AGAIN!”

*THWACK* Vyki swang reflexively and couldn’t think of anything else but shouted out “10. Thank you, Sir, I am a good cum slut!”

<BUZZZZZZZZZZZ> Vyki could feel something building in her before it just stopped. “Good girl. Now are we going to ever forget to pick up after herself?”

Vyki didn’t trust herself to say anything and just shook her head as she tried to catch her breath.

“You better not. Now this where we’re going to have to close it out, so just stay there like that while we finish up.”

Vyki nodded her head. She wasn’t sure she trusted herself to walk at the moment.

“Tomorrow, I have a special assignment for you. You need to pick out a special outfit you think your partner would like. You have had the opportunity to access years of knowledge of every intimate fantasy they have and I want you to tap into that to put one together. Also, only include the collar and gadget for accessories; do not use the cuffs or plug. Understood?”

Vyki nodded trying to focus on everything he said & responded near exhausted, “Yes, Sir. Special assignment tomorrow. Outfit partner would like. Don’t worry about cuffs or plug.”

“Good girl.” <BUZZZZ> moan “Good-bye, Vyki”

“Bye, Sir,” Vyki responds as she collapses on the spare bed.