Mastering the Minefield

The pounding in his head was only matched by the incessant blaring of the alarm on his phone indicating he was late getting up. Paul reached for it and pounded the silence option. Glancing a the nightstand, he saw a folded note with a hand scribed “To: Master” on the top. Grabbing the paper, he tried to wipe sleep from his eyes and move the pillow out of his view as he started reading:

Sir, I’m very sorry that …..

The alert on Vyki’s account went off letting her know she got a message. Bolting up right in bed, she read the message from Sir Bill as the scrap of paper fell to the floor:

Good morning, Vyki. I hope you had a good weekend. It's time for the final crunch week for you. As such, you need to get My Proxy inside you as soon as possible and make sure you're dressed as a proper, hot girl Friday. A new challenge awaits you today!

Vyki promptly ripped off her skirt as she strutted to the bathroom to evacuate her bowels and use the salon cleanse in preparation for Sir Bill’s stand in.

Getting herself cleaned, she quickly padded to the other bedroom to retrieve her guest. Wrapping it in protection, she oiled it up as she knelt on the bed & slowly began working him in. Feeling him warm inside her as he filled her up, she enjoyed the familiar tingle from deep inside.

Standing up, she enjoyed feeling Sir Bill rub inside her as she picked out her outfit for the day finding just the right sexy secretary outfit for Sir Bill.

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Vyki spent the entire day doing some simple chores enjoying the extra stimulation, but what she enjoyed the most was sitting at her desk typing away like a good little secretary able to feel him with just a small shift of her hips.

Hearing her reminder go off for her upcoming appointment with Sir Bill, Vyki excitedly got up to unlock & remove her gag. After using her inhaler to fix her voice, she moved over to fixing her makeup. Looking at her makeup and hair up in the messy bun like the video recommended she got some quick inspiration from the model’s glasses.

Getting back up on her platform’s, she quickly moved around enjoying her trainer’s proxy rubbing inside as she dug through the junk drawer to find the other girl’s old glasses she remembered in there. Washing them quickly to remove some old grime, she sat back at her desk and was very pleased with the studious look the spectacles added to her. She giggled a bit and shifted in her seat, moaning as she got back to work.

Finishing up an e-mail, Vyki was startled as the video conference with Sir Bill suddenly popped on the foreground of her screen. “Hello there, Vyki.”

Startled, she replied with another giggle, “hello, Sir Bill. You’re a little early.”

“Well, yes, I have to admit I checked in early and saw your look from the side, and just couldn’t resist getting a start; you ready to start our final week or do you need time?”

Grinning mischievously at her training partner, Vyki shifted her legs as she pushed back from the desk some to ensure her hem was not hidden behind the desk, “just got to a good stopping point. Great timing as always, Sir.”

“Excellent! Let me start by getting a good look at this professional outfit of yours.”

“Absolutely, Sir,” she replied excitedly, twisting her chair to the side and uncrossing her legs before standing up and strutting on her platforms around the room for a bit.

“So, you think you’re ready to be my regular girl Friday and accompany me around on assignment?”

“Sure, Sir,” she said giggling as she picked up a pad and pen from her desk.

“Good girl,” <BUZZ>

She gasped briefly before moaning at feeling him reverberate inside her.

“Go grab the next numbered box from your package.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said crisply as she went to the cabinet and found box #7. Picking up, she was surprised by the rattling and almost metallic pebble sound of the contents. She was even more perplexed when she opened the box to find 4 smaller boxes labeled “Classic Double Jax” with a picture that look straight out of the 1950s of two girls playing jacks. Inside the first box she found a dozen old-style, metal jacks coated in an ionized lavender with two light-purple rubber balls. Looking up at the camera in utter confusion, “what?!?”

Chuckling at the very usual response he receives from such an odd gift in a kink box, “very versatile things for lots of different purposes. Heck, the other girl should have a few sets, too. Maybe I’ll have you play together some time.”

The idea of sitting on the floor dressed up like one of the girls on the boxes with Molly at Sir Bill’s feet sent an odd shiver through her body that she wasn’t sure she was entirely comfortable with.

“However, we have an off-label use for them today. As I mentioned before, this week will be a challenge crunch week to get you to ensure you are ready to address and deal with situations this weekend. And these are actually really good at simulating a common one. Grab the boxes and walk over to the other bedroom door.”

Shaking her head in confusion, she stacked the four boxes and walked across to the other room.

“Alright, now, step back from the door and, holding a box near the floor, open it and pour the contents on the floor in the walkway.”

Putting it down she sees the metal spikes spread across the hard floor as the rubber balls bounce around. Trying to figure out what the point is other than making an annoying mess she’s about to have to pick up.

“Perfect. Now take the boxes to about halfway to the other room and pour the next box towards this bedroom.”

Doing as she’s told, Vyki can’t help but almost stress at seeing the mess on her clean floor.

“Very good, now go halfway to the bedroom and turn back & dump the third box.”

Seeing all the metal spikes scattered on the floor, she couldn’t figure out what he was really after.

“And once again from the bedroom door, dump the last box into the hallway’s floor.”

Doing as she’s bid, she turned to look at the camera with her hands on her hips, “now, what, Sir?”

“Well, you’ve had the ability to learn and practice walking in your advanced heels on your very fine and firm hard floors. And you’ve become very skilled and sexy at it.”

Blushing a bit, she replied, “thank you, Sir.”

“Unfortunately, most surfaces in this world are not nice and smooth hard floors. Often, you’ll have concrete, asphalt, brick, cobblestone, gravel, dirt.... All of these are a lot harder than taking simple steps on hard floors. Those jacks are going to give you a chance to practice walking on less-than-ideal surfaces.”

Looking down at the inches of plastic under her feet, she was not looking forward to these. However, she figured if she just.....

“And before you go getting any ideas, you need to keep your head up facing in front of you and maintain your walk and gait as best you can. It means you will stumble and hit bad steps; that’s to be expected. Your goal is to do it without falling or breaking an ankle and appear as graceful as you can while doing it.”

She turned to look at him over her glasses and glared at him. <ZAP> yelping in surprise and looking down sheepishly.

“Hop to it, slut. I know you have the skills to do this.”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied with <BUZZ>

Taking her first tentative step, she could feel a jack spit out as she barely hit it. However, the ease easily disappeared as the next step put the ball of her foot squarely on the next jack. She had to quickly shift her foot before shifting weight to it.

“Good catch, girl.” <BUZZ>

She smiled at the recognition, but wondered if that will really make this better or harder if she can’t focus. Within a few steps she was learning that she was having to take much more hesitant steps and try to feel for the surface through the big sole of her foot. It wasn’t easy and she had to keep her wrists out for balance, but before she knew it she was on the other side.

“Excellent work!” Bill praised as Vyki bounced in pride. “Now just 4 and half more laps this set.” Her mouth visibly dropped open in surprise. “Are you asking for your gag or should I find something else to stuff in that opening, slut?”

Vyki quickly clamped her mouth closed how many more times did he want her to do that???

<ZAP> “I understand you aren’t moving as fast, but you need to keep moving.”

Quickly taking a cautious step forward, she continues, “Yes, Sir,” <BUZZ> She moans as she nearly slips not detecting the rubber ball, but just manages to catch herself as a few locks of hair fall out of her bun.

“Keep going, girl.”

Feeling like one of those fish out of water office girls in a war film going through a mine field, Vyki continued moving in her completely impractical heels. Near the end of the final pass, she felt her legs begin to giggle like jell-o. However, she could see the safety of the spare bed within view. Take the last view steps quickly, she let her momentum carry her forward and just fell back on the bed. “I did it!!” <BUZZZZZ> She moaned deeply as she rubbed her tired thighs together relishing and feeling him massage against her internal glands.

“Very good, slut.” <BUZZZZZZZZZ>

She moaned shifting her hips rubbing his base into the mattress trying to get the last bit in her. <BUZZZZZZZ> she rubbed her hand along her sore inner thigh as she couldn’t help but shift under the stimulation.

“Now for your next set, we need to up the challenge again.”

Her head bolted up and stared at the camera thinking ‘next set?!? Up the challenge!?!?! Wtf????’

“You need to do another 5 circuits but incorporate your vocal exercises this time.”

Still laying prone on the bed, with her skirt flared up over her panties, Vyki threw her head back and whined.

<ZAAP> “You trying to tell me you can’t walk a few more feet with a few tiny obstacles?? I thought you were up to the challenge of being my special girl.”

“N-n-no, Sir, I got this,” Vyki replied while trying to roll over and get up again.

Regaining her legs beneath her, Vyki walked over to the doorway. Seeing the near minefield before her, she closed her eyes taking a few deep breaths to calm herself. Taking her first step forward, she began, “I am beautiful.…”

Vyki continued cautiously for one full circuit with a few small missteps and flubbing her lines but was glad when she finally made it to the ‘safety’ of the doorway finishing with “... bring pleasure to their partner!” as she safely stepped on the carpet before turning around.

“Pretty well done; good girl,” <BUZZ> as Vyki moans and Bill continues, “but more challenges to keep your focus. Let's do the next circuit.”

“Yes, Sir,” <BUZZ> deep breath as she takes the next step “A good girl wants,” step, “to do whatever,” shifting step on a jack, “she can to make,” tapping a jack as she lands, “her partner happy,” lands her foot partially on a jack and slides a bit extra with <BUZZZZ> and moans as she leans on the hallway wall. <ZAP> Standing up straight.

“Good job on the focus, but you lost your balance there at the end. Walls won’t always be there. Keep going.”

“I want to be a good girl,” step <BUZZ> moan, “I am a good girl,” step <BUZZ> moan. “A good girl wants,” step, “their appearance to,” step, “please their partner.” step <BUZZZZZZZZ> stutter step on multiple jacks.

Vyki keeps this up for over an hour completing just the 4 circuits, stumbling and sliding on the cursed jacks. However, entering the hallway she could see her carpeted salvation and was spurred on despite the burning in her legs trying to maintain stability. Focusing hard on her steps and words, “A good cum slut,” step and slide, “consumes all her,” stutter step, “partner's cum.” step <BUZZZZZ> breath “I want to be,” step & bump, “a good,” quick step, “cum slut.” reaching step with a <BUZZZ> as she stumbles onto the bed on her knees, collapsing onto her shoulders. Finishing her cycle automatically, she mumbles into the duvet exhausted, “I am a good cum slut.” <BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ> moaning under the constant bombardment her tired thighs shiver causing her whole body to shake.

Enjoying watching her exposed globes shake from the skirt that has fallen up her torso, “what was that, girl?”

“jus finishin”

“Yes, but what did you say?”

Mumbling she replies, “Imma good cum slut” <BUZZZZZZZZZZZZ> moan

“Come again?”

More clearly, “I’m a good cum slut” <BUZZZZZZZZZZZ> shifting as her legs start to slide out from the pressure of trying to hold her up.

“What?”

Not catching on, she leans up on her elbows and stares at the camera nearly shouting “I’m a good cum slut” <BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ> moaning as her ass nearly twerks from the stimulation and cramping leg muscles, collapsing into the bed again.

“Good girl.” <BUZZZ> “It was a challenging day wasn’t it, Vyki?”

“yessir,” <BUZZZZZ> moan

“Yes, while it will never be easy, I think you will be able to navigate most surfaces now. What do you say?”

“thank u, Sir,” <BUZZZZZZZ> wiggling

“Now, you need to clean up your toys. Make sure you get all 48 jacks and 8 bouncy balls. Understood?”

“yes Sir.” <ZAAP> as she bolts up to look at him.

“You need to get up and do it as soon as we’re done; you don’t have much time until the other girl gets here.”

Looking over at the clock, Vyki bolts up in bed in panic and tries to stand only for her legs to fail from exhaustion, moaning yet again as she enjoys Sir Bill rubbing her internally for the millionth time today.

“Take just a moment to recover and then get things taken care of. I’m running behind too. Be a good cum slut and clean up your mess.”

“Yes, Sir,” she responded automatically before blushing at what he said.

“Good-bye, Vyki.”

“Good-bye, Sir.”

Sighing for just a moment and breathing, Vyki cautiously stands up. Able to feel her legs underneath her, she walks to the door and cringes at the mess in front of her. Walking cautiously around the jacks, she makes it over to a broom and begins sweeping them all into a single pile. Picking everything up and distributing through the boxes she has to count the jacks 5 times before she’s satisfied there really is 48. However, she only has 6 purple balls.

Getting up, she walks her circuit again almost feeling like she’s gliding on the smooth floor looking for the balls. Making another few times around, she begins to panic and gets down on her hands & knees crawling around looking under furniture trying to find the errant balls. Finding one under the couch, she was elated, but realized she was still one short. About that time, her phone chimed indicating Molly would be home in an hour.

Vyki realized she didn’t have time to make or even order dinner, and still have time to find this missing ball. Diving into the kitchen, she finds a frozen family diner and tosses in the oven to finish about 10 minutes before the other girl gets home.

Returning to her task, she starts looking all over their home frantically. The fear of not finding this ball and ruining things again is driving the adrenaline, keeping the pain in her legs at bay. She keeps going again & again, but the ball keeps eluding her vision until suddenly the oven begins beeping indicating its done.

Total panic envelopes Vyki as she realizes Molly will be home any moment and she’s still in her secretarial outfit. Quickly sashaying into her bedroom, she grabs a shirt and shorts as she glides near effortlessly to the other bedroom. Removing her collar and heels in near record time, she tosses her top and skirt in the cabinet. Struggling with the lock on the corset, she finally gets it undone as she tosses it & the bra in. Sliding her panties and plugging in the gadget she locks the cabinet as she pulls the shorts and shirt on before swishing quickly to the kitchen.

Opening the oven and bending over to get the diner out, Paul is suddenly reminded of the plug in his ass as he hears Molly open the door and walk in.