Descending Despair

Author's Note: Welcome to the climatic 100th chapter in this escapade that was a ballooning prelude. There will be one final chapter after this before transitioning into the weekend for the actual main events. It will come shortly after and proves to take you down more twists and turns with Paul, Vyki, Molly, Bill, and many more.

This chapter is a little departure from my previous tone and I hope I pulled it off well enough. Feel free to comment and let me know what you think of this whole adventure (so far).

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Looking to the other side of the bed, Vyki was almost disappointed to see it empty and cold. However, as she flexed her hips to get comfortable, she was reminded Sir Bill was there to wake up with her.

Sitting up in her bed, she moaned a bit enjoy him going further into her. Looking at the night stand she saw a pink note addressed to Paul.

I’m sorry I had to run into work so early again, but it’s all so I can be home tomorrow to prep for the party. I am sooooooo glad you’ve been so in to making this work and showing our friends a good time after everyone has been cooped up for so long. Thank you for standing strong on the cold nights; only two more and then I am going to rock your world!

Love, your Molly

Vyki was glad she would be there to help tomorrow; she dreaded having to put their home together by herself. She was looking forward to showing everybody how well her training had gone. She really hoped Sir Bill would be there; would he want to dance with her?

Her daydreaming was quickly interrupted by a notification on her phone. Quickly grabbing her phone, she sees a text from Sir Bill.

Good morning, sexy swayer. I really enjoyed your performance yesterday and look forward to what you can do for me today. For today’s session, you need to make sure you’re in your signature lingerie; it better be bright and fresh. Don’t wear your corset today, and make sure your plugs are handy but not installed. Also, make sure you have your collar and magnetic cuffs on as well.

Vyki had no clue what Sir Bill had planned for her, but she was ecstatic to find out what he had in store. She was also excited to realize that she had done a good thing ensuring she hadn’t stained her panties and cleaned the set last night. Standing up out of bed, she nearly ran through the halls, quickly swishing on the balls of her feet to the other bathroom; she giggled as she felt Sir Bill’s proxy quickly rubbing her as her hips shifted side to side. It was only as she moved to open the closed door that the thought of the other girl finding them brought any sort of trepidation to her mind.

As she opened the door, she was greatly relieved and thrilled to see the delicate lavender set clean and fresh hanging over the tub. Gently pulling them off the line, she sniffed them to ensure they smelled fresh and was pleasantly surprised to smell the strong, floral scent. Scampering over to the spare bedroom, she laid out her lingerie & robe. Taking out the wig, cuffs, collar, shoes, and locks, she places them next to her lingerie. Figuring it was still morning time, she also put the gag with them before she went to the shower.

Removing her shirt, booty shorts, and salon panties, she debated about removing Sir Bill’s plug, but figured she could hold him in for a little bit longer and keep him in until she does her cleanses. She also thought it would be a little naughty to be taking a shower with Sir Bill.

Several times in the shower she ‘accidentally’ spent extra time with the loofah cleaning her ass cheeks and just happen to rub up against the base of the plug. One time she seemed to press at just the right angle that it shot a shock through her body causing her to gasp and almost **** from the shower head spray into her open mouth. Admitting it was a dangerous game she was tempting fate with, she continued to clean herself thoroughly.

Rubbing the berry oil all over her skin after patting dry always gave her such a tingle and seemed to let her mind just soar off to better places, she absolutely loved it. At one point, she realized she was lost in rubbing her bottom into the seat too much and had lost track of time. She knew she had to finally say goodbye to Sir Bill’s proxy for now, but she was sure she’d get to see him later.

Performing a double cleanse to ensure she was thoroughly clean inside as she was out, Vyki was almost giggling as the tingle across her mind seemed to intensify from each cleanse. Almost giddily floating to the other room with Sir Bill in hand, Vyki padded down the halls naked to the other room to dress.

Putting in her earbuds so she could study her vocal training loop again, she looked down at the array of items on the bed. She was reminded how the gag had a similar shape to Sir Bill’s plug. With the opportunity to examine them side by side, she was surprised to see the gag’s girth was only slightly smaller than the tip of his plug. It seemed to be that the gag was just the first couple of inches of his plug making it appear significantly smaller. Since she wasn’t allowed to use Sir Bill’s plug today, she figured she could at least keep him closer to her with the gag. Applying a generous coating of the berry oil to the sudo tip, she latched the gag around her head and locked it in place. Tasting her friendly oral intruder, she relished the tingle sensation not unlike the cleanse letting wash over her head as well.

Sliding up her underwear, she did love how they glided across her freshly treated skin, even if it was yesterday. Locking her platforms & collar in place before she donned her bra, she latched the magnetic cuffs on in the orientation Sir Bill had shown her. Reaching for the wig, she started to pull it on when she realized the strap of the gag was in the way.

Digging out the key, she withdrew the gag and placed her hair on her head, tugging it into placement. Taking the opportunity, she applied a fresh coat of cherry oil to the gag. ‘It was probably all wiped off’, she assured herself. Enjoying the tingle again running from her tongue to her head she giggled at the naughtiness of the whole thing. With a skip in her step, Vyki sashayed back to her desk, grabbed the gadget from the charger before installing it, and sat down to do her makeup..... then her bottom dropped out of her morning.

On her screen was a message from Sir Bill:

When I tell you do something, you respond.

NOW!

You went to shower?!?

Hope for your sake you got good and clean. Send me a message when you see this.

Vyki gulped as best she could. Looking back on her phone, she sees where she never replied to him. Was she going to get in trouble for not responding to him?? Was he really displeased with her or just a little upset?? Was she supposed to? Is he just testing her?? Would Sir Bill send over one of the demon Dom’s to punish her??? Is he going to do something else?? Was he watching her now?

Her fear building, she could feel her lips quivering around the gag as she started typing a response; she subconsciously tried to lick and suck more oil off the gag to try to calm herself.

I’m so sorry, Sir Bill! I was just eager to comply. I’m sorry I didn’t respond before, but I am ready now.

Vyki sat there fidgeting with her fingers in her lap staring at the screen willing him to type a small response like ‘np’ or even a thumbs up. She didn’t even realize her tongue was fiddling with the gag until she was jolted out of her revere by a familiar voice.

“Glad to see you finally joined us. “ Sir Bill snarled in her ears. “Time to address your misbehavior; go to your room!”

Hearing the barked orders, Vyki stood up quickly and started to walk towards their bedroom when she was stopped by a <ZAAAP>

“No. I said *your* room. “

Slowly turning around trying to grasp his meaning she took a couple steps towards the spare bedroom and received a <BUZZ> in confirmation. ‘Well,’ Vyki thought to herself, ‘I can’t be in too much trouble if he is willing to reward me.’

“At least you can follow that order, slut” she heard as she stood next to the bed.

Bill continued on, “as I’ve made clear earlier, I expect better from my special girls, and I thought you of all people would be trying to be exceptional on today of all days.”

Vyki couldn’t help but feel like a berated child yet guilty at the same time. She felt the need to try to close up to protect herself, but the stupid magnetic thigh cuffs made that unlikely with their mutual repulsion.

“Since you are supposed to be at such an advanced level, I’m going to give you a choice of punishments and let you pick.”

Vyki found this odd and cocked her head at the camera.

“Pretty simple, these are going to be severe, but swift so we can ensure the proper impact is made and move on. Here you go:

--> 1. I can call up ‘Delightful Dan’ and I can ask him to go over & administer a spanking on a misbehaving brat for me.
Vyki was surprised at such a jump. Dan was one the sleazy tops in their local scene. He was large and lecherous who only seemed to be able to convince the greenest of subs to trust him. They had long since kept their distance from him and he tended to avoid Paul ever since he was called out by Paul publicly. Through various discussions before Dan had humiliated, they had found out he was in the next suburb over but made sure he never found out where they lived as he seemed to have a fascination with Molly.

--> 2. You can go out as you are and walk down to check your mail for me.
Vyki knew Bill was being particularly evil now as their community had opted for a communal mailbox setup and it was easy a five-minute walk even in the most comfortable sneakers. In platform heels and lingerie would have all the neighbors talking about the bondage slut walking the streets.

--> 3. Setup your phone next to the bed and send me a video of you kissing my cock.”
This was taking things to a level beyond the innuendos and teasing they hadn’t explicitly crossed. Was this really necessary? It was just a simple reply she hadn’t sent. She could call this all off. She had plenty of training and nothing more needed for the party, right? Yet something in her was seeing it as a defeat not to do what he expected of his special girls. It wasn’t that big of a deal just to do a small thing in private?

Bill knew this wasn’t really a choice at all for Vyki. He just wanted to make sure that if this was going to be a graduation day for her, she really was going to finish things off. She agreed to the training and wanted to go down this route. If she really wanted to close out the training, she was going to submit. He wasn’t going to let her say she ‘completed’ the training unless she really did. He was just glad she left the opening so early in the day. “So, which is it going to be?”

Looking up at the camera, Vyki lifted her hand and held up the only number they knew she would choose.

“Very well then, get your camera and my cock plug, get setup on the bed, and film the video for me.”

As she saw her retrieve a key and reach for her gag, he stopped her, “no, leave the gag on.”

She looked at him questioningly wondering how this was supposed to happen then.

“You’ve never seen a sub give gag kisses?”

She rolled her eyes at him pushing this further and petulantly tossed the key down.

“And you better do this to my level of quality or you’re going to do it again until I’m pleased.”

She nodded her head and set the camera up on the pillows and put the plug on the edge of the bed, hit record, bent over having her gag touch the tip, and reached up to hit the stop.

“Talk about bare minimum. If that is what you think is what I expect, I guess I should go ahead and just call Dan now.”

Vyki shook her head furiously.

“Would you rather me tell you what to do or are you smart enough to figure it out on your own?”

Vyki wasn’t sure how to respond to the request with the gag in her mouth. She also didn’t want to go through this a dozen times either. She figured the easiest thing was just holding up a single finger.

“Oh, giving up on this and you want me to go ahead & call Dan to come over?”

Vyki shook her head in panic and tried to mumble out “nooo urst un”

“Oh, you’re actually going to do what I tell you to?”

Vyki nodded her head emphatically.

“Alright, you better do every bit of what I tell you without delay as I’ve already got Dan’s number up on my phone and I’m not going to delay this punishment any further.”

Vyki nodded at him.

“Alright, first turn the screen to face you and use the selfie so you can actually see what it’s capturing.”

As Vyki moved to put it in place, Bill continued, “now, put my cock directly under the camera so that it’s emerging out of the bottom of center frame so that the base is off camera.”

When Vyki put it in place, it looked like some sort of PoV shot from a GoPro in an armature porn vid.

“Now get it up on all fours facing the camera putting your waist in the middle of the shot.”

Vyki got up on the bed and turned to face the camera. After attempting to get into position, she realized the camera needed adjustment and repositioned until the phone until it was lined up right.

“And toss the robe to the side”

Sitting up and tossing the robe on the floor, she knelt back down and saw the camera had shifted again and moved it.

“You’ll have to keep your movements slow & smooth to prevent it from shifting.”

“Mm-mph” she agreed through the gag.

“To prevent from having to risk it shifting later, kick off the recording and it can be trimmed later.”

Reaching up to start it, she slowly moved her arm back into position keeping an eye on the camera.

“Now, put your head down near my cock but don’t touch it yet, and make sure those glorious globes are at the top of frame.”

Watching her arch her back and seeing her hips raise a bit further, Bill was enjoying her placement. “Watch your eyes and make sure they stay focused forward. With your body weight on your shoulders, reach back and lets your wrist cuffs connect to your thighs.”

Hearing them click together he knew she wasn’t trapped but was closer to ready. “Keep your eyes focused forward and make sure they’re not straying from the view. You ready for this now.”

“Mm-hmmm” she affirmed without moving. <BUZZ> as she lets a small moan escape from her gag without thinking.

“You going to be a good girl and respond to directions promptly from now on?”

“Mm-mmm” she confirmed. <BUZZ> moaning again.

“Was this a better option than the other two punishments?”

“MMm-mmm” she emphatically responded with a small nod. <BUZZZZ> she blinked briefly as she moaned again.

“Okay, kiss my cock.” Watching closely from the security camera, he timed this based on the previous responses to match right as the leather made contact with the tip <BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ>

Vyki couldn’t stop the quick inhalation or stop the following moan from escaping as the intensity hit her. Closing her eyes trying to focus, she lost track of the shot as her hips rose out of camera. Finally recovering enough, she opened her eyes to make sure she was still in shot. She could see his tip still in contact with her purple leather and slowly dropped her hips back into frame hoping Sir Bill wouldn’t be upset with the shift.

“Alright, back up slowly, then stop the recording and send it to me.”

Vyki sent it on quickly ready to be done with it. Waiting for it to upload, she sat on the edge of the bed. Frustrated with her panties on display, she tried to put her thighs together again, but the stupid magnets prevented it. In frustration, she lifted her thigh up over the other and let the opposing magnets grab each other as she waited.

“Alright, this will work. You going to need to do this again?”

Shaking her head emphatically ready for this to be done.

“Good. Then I look forward to our time this afternoon, girl. Get back to your work.”

She nodded her head in agreement, picking up her robe and phone, she returned to her computer. Seeing the selfie camera active her, she is reminded she was about to do her makeup.

Finishing up her makeup, she barely got the chance to respond to a couple of e-mails when she got an alert that Sir Bill sent her a message, so she switched over to read it.

I edited and trimmed up the video. Thought you would appreciate the improvements.

She replied immediately with, thank you, Sir. as she opened the video.

It started right from her leaning down with her hands already back grabbing her thighs. ‘Is my ass really that big?’ she thought, seeing her globes split by the thong at the top of the screen as she heard Sir Bill’s voice come in the video. “Are you ready for your reward, slut?” followed by her recorded response, “mm-hmm.” She knew that wasn’t what he asked, but that had been in her earbuds and wasn’t picked up by the mic. Apparently, someone was having fun with editing software.

“Do you feel you’ve been a good enough slut?” was another added cut from him was followed by her “Mm-mmm” and a moan

She knew this wasn’t what really happened, but the intensity of her own eyes seemed to emphasize her growing pupils.

“You are a greedy little cum slut wanting to kiss another cock when you already get to constantly suck on the one already in your mouth?” was his added fabrication with her overly emphatic “MMm-mmm” with a deeper moan. This was not looking right at all.

“Alright, you have been a good cum slut. You may kiss my cock.” She couldn’t help but watch as her body shook and she pushed her ass up on camera and heard her natural moan come through and hold for a bit. The video slowly faded out as her eyes opened back up and her hips were dropping.

He had totally changed the tone of the video. She was almost glad not to look like she was being punished but she was worried who would see this. um, Sir, that is not what happened. Who has seen this??

Just for me and you. Unless you want to share it with someone.

I find it hotter this way. If you continue to behave & not need further punishment, I would prefer to remember it like this. Wouldn’t you?

She watched the short clip again really quickly. Something about the fact it was just between them, and he liked it made her happier. yes, Sir.

She felt the <BUZZ> come through as she read the good cum slut and moaned into her gag. She sat there letting the video loop through on repeat a few times trying to figure out how she equates the cum slut on the video with herself because that girl looked so sexy like that. She was broken out of her repetition when she got a message from Sir Bill, back to work

yes, Sir she replied closing the video and opening up her e-mail & tried to get the vision of her slutty look out of her mind.

When her reminder went off, she was almost disappointed to have to remove Sir Bill’s gag from her mouth. Setting it down after she cleaned it, she chuckled at herself realizing she spent practically 24 hours straight with his one of his faux cocks in her and she was still wanting more. ‘Maybe she was a good faux cum slut,’ she giggled to herself as she inhaled her ‘medicine` to fix her voice before returning to her computer to apply her lipstick and fix her make up, and maybe even squeeze in a little work.

Vyki got her critical e-mail off after she finally got her face in the sultry look she was after and managed to watch a couple more loops of Sir Bill’s video before her alarm for today went off. She was startled to see Sir Bill show up on her screen as she dismissed the alarm as she thought she still had some time.

“Hello, Vyki! Yes, slut, I am early; but it’s a big day for you, and I wanted to start as quickly as we can. Ready for your final training day of this course and graduation if you earn it & complete the course?”

Vyki’s mind was reeling from everything unpacking all at once in that statement. She knew the party was this weekend, but for it to be addressed as her ‘final’ seemed so ominous, terminal, ... final. And ‘earn’ or ‘complete’; what was he talking about? This was supposed to make her fit into the party better; not be a joke. What was he getting at? Glancing at the screen and his obviously waiting face, she wasn’t sure if that mental pondering was just a few milliseconds or if she had been making Sir Bill wait for several minutes on her. To ensure she minimized any offense, she replied with a simple, “Yes, Sir Bill. Hello.” ‘wait! What did he call me?’

“Good! Time to receive your final numbered present. Go to your room and open it up, slut!”

Vyki was so excited to get another gift from Sir Bill, she stood up quickly and sashayed into her bedroom. Grabbing the shipping box, she opened it up and found the box labelled #9. Feeling like a girl on Christmas morning, she opened the box..... and turned to look at the security camera with a look of complete puzzlement.

“Well, girl, take them out,” Bill told her trying to stifle a chuckle.

Taking the two very odd objects out, she was trying to figure out what in the world these soft cones were for. Turning to the camera and shrugs, “what are these?” Holding them over her bra letting the pegs at the points stick out like erasers about where nipples would be “some weird pasties?”

Bill openly laughed at her joke, “brilliant guess, but no. Is the mushroom dildo around?”

She had such a love hate relationship with that thing, she worried where he was going with this. Quickly responding dejectedly, “Yes, Sir,” as she pulls out the cursed thing.

“Look at the base of it.”

Turning it over she sees the flat surface with a small dot in the center. Not hearing anything further from him, she asks “and?”

Chuckling again at her, Bill directs, “has it really been so long since you’ve had to do this? Stick one of the pegs in the hole.”

Vyki blushes under his criticism, “its too big, Sir,” she replies as she lines the peg up with the tiny dot of a hole.

“Don’t worry; just like you, its hole can stretch.”

Turning bright crimson again looking at the box of training aids, Vyki continues to wiggle and push the peg into the center of peg and to her surprise it does stretch & accommodate the peg. Holding it up as seems to stay inside and shifts it back & forth. “K. Now what, Sir?”

“It’s a suction cup, deary.”

She looks at him again, still not getting.

“To make it easier to ‘install’ it.”

He could see the gears turning trying to figure out and was about to prod her when she turns to look the observing lens with complete surprise & replies, “Oh my God! Seriously, Sir?!?” The last math piece finally drops into place for her, “and what do you need the second one for???”

“Go get my cock, slut.”

“Yes, Sir,” she was getting worried how quickly she responded to that but had to find what he was meaning. Picking up the replica of his penis, she then flipped it over and found a similar small hole. Squeezing the other peg into the base, she sees the conical thing firmly stick to the end.

“Now go back to the mushroom one.””

Walking back quickly, she stands them next to each other in the bed. “Um, thank you, Sir. I’m sure it will be... easier.”

“You’re still not getting it....” Bill said shaking his head disheartened by the thickness of her head. “They’re suction cups, ditz.”

Picking up the Sir Bill cock, she felt the appendage and could feel the cool smoothness inside the conical shape. Picking them both up, she turns them over and then aiming the bases at each other he begins to push them together.

“NO!!! STOP!!!!” Bill shouted as he saw her squeeze the two together.

Vyki quickly stopped after they had been placed half-way together. Pulling on the two back and forth, they were definitely sticking, but they were not very firm. “Is this supposed to make them like a double ended dildo or something, Sir? Because I don’t think it would work,” she commented flopping them around.

Bill audibly smacked his forehead, “no, it wouldn’t work because that’s not what they’re for. Take them apart before they stick harder. Once you separate them, take them to the office.” He was surprised he was going to have to demonstrate them so explicitly before she got it, but her naivety would probably make the next part easier.

Take the two dildos to the office, trying to exaggerate her sashay to remove some of the apparent frustration in Sir Bill’s voice, but she was really not understanding what he was after.

“Setup your computer and camera to work with your spot,” Bill instructed. “I know I interrupted your prep work earlier, but it will make this easier.”

“Yes, Sir,” she quickly replies turning the laptop around. Seeing Sir Bill’s video feed, she waved at him brightly.

Bill was amazed how spacey she could look and chuckled waving back at her.

Reinvigorated by seeing Sir Bill’s smile, she lined the camera up to point at her training spot.

“Alright, now get some oil and rub it around the edge of the cup of the mushroom dong.”

“Yes, Sir,” she says putting a fair amount around the base. Wiping the excess off with her finger, she licks it clean enjoying the tingle on her tongue.

“Now, put it down at your spot.”

“Yes, Sir,” she replies. Hinging over at her hips, she lines her up with the very familiar spot.

Looking at the full moon split by the light purple thong, Bill comments almost out of instinct, “That is a hot ass, babe.”

Giggling, she shakes her butt before standing up, “thank you, Sir. I owe it all to you and your training regimen.”

She turned up then and faced him when he didn’t say anything further. “What next, Sir?”

Bill was trying to figure out if she was being sarcastic, blocking out what it was, or really this ignorant & naïve. “Turn and look at it.”

She looked down at the mushroom head trying to see what he meant. It looked like a garden decoration or something. “Okay, Sir.”

Seeing she still didn’t connect the dots, “now, how could this help you *_install_* it?”

Vyki stared at it a bit more and it suddenly dawned on her, “Oh my God!” she exclaimed as she covered her mouth and her whole face turned red. Still covering her mouth, she turned to look at Sir Bill and gulped, “you really want me to....?”

“Actually, before you do anything with that, I want you to grab my cock and put more oil on its suction cup too.”

Glad to not be asked what she was afraid he was going to, she was happy to coat the base, “yes, Sir.” After she wiped the excess off the base, she sucked on her finger and felt oddly more comfortable, so just left it there and sucked on it.

“Now, kneel down in front of the desk.”

“Yeth, Thir,” she lisped around her oil covered finger, sliding down keeping her body next to the desk and away from the mushroom.

“Stick my cock directly under the laptop at about level with your .”

“Yeth, Thir,” she expresses as she presses the base hard against the desk and then stands back up; still gathering a bit of comfort from the digit between her lips as they tingled a familiar buzz.

“Every girl I’ve ever trained that has completely finished the course has always had the opportunity to do one thing you have never done. This has been the one consistent thing for ALL of my special girls. And frankly, Vyki, you’ve exceeded all of my expectations. However, unless you do this, I can’t confirm that you’ve completed your course. If someone asks, I will honor the work you’ve done by saying you excelled at everything we agreed to for your training, but I will never say you *completed* the course and you will never by one of my *special* girls. I will not publicly humiliate you by degrading your service, but I cannot elevate you to the level of the other girls who have put in the work.”

Vyki’s heart was sinking as she felt the bottom fall out of her world and her stomach tied in knots. Trying to get comfort from sucking the last bit of oil off her finger, she dreaded what he was about to ask of her.

Letting the other boot fall to the floor, Bill finished, “Every special girl has taken my cock.” Letting that sink in, he focused on trying to figure out her response, but she seemed to be frozen with her eyes wide as she continued to suck her finger. “Obviously, it’s not practical in our arrangement for you to suck my actual cock, but I have set this up to allow you to experience a close facsimile.” As she hadn’t run off yet, Bill continued, “Should you choose not to do this, we end our session here. You utilize your learned knowledge and skills to help out the other girl this weekend. However, our sessions and training are done, and we never do anything further, Vyki.”

Bill sees droplets beginning to well up in her eyes, but no other movement, so he tries to press on to the positive choice. “However, should you choose to accept this final lesson and complete this stage of your journey, you will earn a permanent place in my life as one of my special girls and become one of their sisters. This doesn’t hold any ongoing commitments from you other than to not dishonor me or your sisters. No one beyond us has to even know it if you don’t want to.”

The tears seemed to manifest in a single drop, and he waited patiently for several moments to let her process this, but afraid she wasn’t processing anything. He prompted, “do you have any questions for me, Vyki?”

Biting her finger, she spoke around it, “will you ee ah the parie, thir?”

Bill was wondering if this would come up. He would like to see the outcome, but he’s not going to **** himself in either. “Well, I planned to, but if it’d be too uncomfortable, I’d honor the request not to. I don’t even need to say it came from you. Do you want me to cancel?“

Vyki shook her head violently and pulled her finger out of her mouth to answer clearly, “NO! No, Sir.”

Vyki turned back to look at the phallic protrusions in her office trying to figure out what it was she was feeling. Anxiously fiddling with the hem of her robe like a scared child, she asked, “if I... complete it... where do we go from here, Sir?”

Bill was honestly surprised she was even considering anything beyond that. “Well, that’s largely up to you.” Bill replied honestly. “We can go back to occasionally hanging out at lifestyle events, you can blaze your own trail as a mentee, you can progress your journey to the next level course with me, or you can define your own path.”

“but if I do this, if I…. complete this… this doesn’t have stop. We can still… partner up for these sessions, Sir?”

Bill was not expecting this much interest and definitely not pleading. He honestly thought it would take even more negotiating to even get her to consider it. “That is a possibility, we would just.. “

“I’ll do it,” Vyki jumped in to interrupt him.

“What was that? “ It was Bill’s turn to be surprised.

“I’ll do it, Sir. I’ll… complete my training and be honored to be… special girl.”

“Are you sure?” this seemed way too easy to Bill.

“Yes, Sir Bill,” she said staring emphatically at the camera. “Please show this good girl what she can do to please you!”

“very well then, get the oil, a towel, and kneel next to the mushroom.”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied quickly with the bottle handy staring at the mushroom between her knees.

“Thoroughly coat the mushroom; I want to ensure minimal friction for you.”

“Yes, Sir,” Vyki said as both hands quickly coated the rubber prosthetic emerging from the floor. Feeling a fun tingle wash over her hands, she occasionally licks an errant drop from her fingers giggling a little as a light prickle goes over her tongue.

“that should be good enough. Wipe the excess of your hands so it doesn’t get everywhere.”

With a petulant frown at wasting such good berry juice, she responds, “Yes, sir,“ occasionally trying to sneak a good stick over finger.

“Now set your robe aside, and kneel between me and the mush room.”

Stripping to her bra and panties, she likes herself and looks up at Sir Bill on the screen.

“Vyki, you’ve come this far, no needing to deny yourself further. Slide your thing out of the way, move back and slowly work the mushroom inside you. “

Feeling almost clinical, Vyki reached behind her and slowly felt the cool, slimy tip of mushroom at her entrance. Posits just a moment, she took a deep breath and slowly pushed the tip in <BUZZ>she failed looking at him.

“Good girl for starting to take it in, but don’t stop on my account.”

Pressing further down, she can feel the familiar bulge of the wide head accompanying with a very pleasurable tingle from the oil that seemed to spread up and over ass to her spine towards her brain. It was always hard to press past the widest point, but she was steadily making process pressing her mass downward. Feeling it tight again, she moved up before pressing back down further. <BUZZ>

“That’s it, keep working it in and out, girl.”

Moaning, she replied, “Yes, Sir,” as she slowly pressed down and then moving back up before repeating it, making a little progress each time. However, as she was getting near the base of the bulge, her legs being held out at an odd angle by the magnetic cuffs, gave way from holding her weight elevated and her bottom slide down under the full weight of her torso and her eyes bugged wide feeling the plug jam into her gland with the **** released. <BUZZZZZZZZZZZZ> the buzz echoing through her folded flesh, pelvic floor, prodded prostate, and reverberating against the large plug sent a euphoric blast up her body releasing a moan she couldn’t even consider stopping.

“That’s a good slut! Take that full thing in!” Bill was honestly impressed, she **** herself to take the whole thing and stop taking it slowly.

“Thank you, Sir,” Vyki replied somewhat deliriously from the rush of sensations.

“Now latch your wrists to your thigh cuffs and hold it there for just a moment.”

Vyki was more than happy not to risk moving more than her arms, “yes, Sir.”

“Okay, that is now set,” Bill mumbled somewhat to himself.

Vyki didn’t pay much mind to his comment as it wasn’t directed at her until she suddenly received a <zap>. Instinctively she jerked up a bit, but the wide head prevented her from moving much and resulted in falling back onto the head and was met with a <BUZZ>. Moaning she managed to eke out, “what was that, Sir?”

“Well, I can’t have you resting on your laurels.”

<zap>, yelp, block, drop, <BUZZ> moan. ‘This is insufferable!’ Vyki thought as she then tried to lift herself off the mushroom. However, she couldn’t seem to get the leverage with her spread legs to lift off the wide head. With her arms magnetized to her thighs, she couldn’t get her hands down to assist and ended up losing her balance to fall on the plug again and rewarded with a <BUZZ> “the fuck...” she moaned out. And started to wiggle to try to get her legs together and flail her arms about but was not focusing enough to really make progress.

Bill watched her struggle and realized she was moving herself towards frustration if not outright hurt herself. “Vyki, dear, relax.”

Vyki stopped struggling for a moment and took a deep breath to look at Sir Bill, relaxing and sitting still. Something about his eyes seemed calming and yet fiery all at the same.... <ZAP> “shit!” she exclaims as she tries to bounce up again only to land down on the floor with a <BUZZ>

“Well, relax but keep moving your hips to avoid the shock,” Bill replied with a mischievous grin. He was enjoying this more than he realized he would at a distance.

Vyki looked at him with daggers as she slowly slid up the shaft of the mushroom to the bulbous cap before moving back down where she was met with a <BUZZ> and gasped.

“And yes, reaching the base is rewarded, but don’t stop; just pace yourself.”

Vyki started to move back up and down slowly using her thighs to lift her body sliding her stretch hole along the shaft but couldn’t help but bite her lip as she felt the vibration reverberate against the tip with each landing.

“As I assumed you’ve figured out, the gadget will... encourage you to move if you stop for too long. But it will also reward you when you’ve brought the shaft fully in.”

Vyki hadn’t figured it out through the tingle in her brain, but she could understand how he set it up despite the warmth growing beneath her. “When can I stop, Sir?” she pleaded as she could feel pressure building within her.

“When I’m done with you, slut.”

This caused Vyki to panic a bit as she tried to push up against the plug again but was still trapped by her body’s opening tense around the shaft and not expanding over the head. Before relenting in frustration, only to have a <BUZZ> send a rush of hormones into her body as she landed back on the base. She couldn’t help but whimper as she feels betrayed and trapped by her own body.

“Don’t fret, doll,” Bill replied unable to hide the grin at her obvious frustration, “it’s to help you. Enjoy the pleasure from your body; just keep moving so you can.”

Something clicked in Vyki as she replied, “yes, Sir” and began moving up & down the shaft. This time, when she reached the base, she felt an odd fulfillment as she focused on feeling the rush of sensations and chemicals as she continued the activity directed to her. Looking at Sir Bill, she could see a satisfaction showing up in his grin. This caused her to involuntarily respond in kind as she bottoms again.

Bill could tell there was a shift in her he needed to encourage, “That’s a good slut; enjoy the pleasure.”

Hearing that from him on the up stroke, she closed her eyes and moaned, “yes, Sir Bill,” as she slammed her body on the body luxuriating in the reverberation going up her spine. Opening her eyes, she could see something building in Sir Bill as she started panting with each stroke.

“You ready to do more for me, slut?”

Vyki felt compelled to reply, “anytime, Sir Bill,” as she continued moving up and down on the mushroom plug.

“Pull your right hand free.”

Flexing her arm as tight as she could, she was finally able to break the bond and returned to bouncing on the plug.

“Now slowly and sensually lift up your hair…. Feel the cool breeze on the back of your neck releasing some of your growing heat.”

Vyki strives to do what is asked of her but feels a bit awkward.

“Close your eyes and just feel it…. “ as she complies, he can’t help but comment, “damn sexy.”

Vyki hears him and gives a sideways glance to the camera as she bites her lip a little and moans.

Seeing she’s so readily accepting the role, Bill continues, “keep playing with your hair but free your left hand.”

Pulling with more might than she realized was needed she finally broke free on the 3rd pull. By that time the <zap> reminded her it had take too long and she started bouncing her hips again.

“Rub your hand over your breast like so many girls do to look sexy. “

Vyki cupped her faux tit trying to make the numb attachment appear real.

“Now, you need to show me how you want to please. Think of how a slut wants it so bad, she begs for it. Show me how sexy you are.”

Thinking about what he wants and how she can please him, she closes her eyes, bites her lip, and moans like she can’t contain it before begging, “please, Sir, I need it so bad.”

“Look at me, tell me what you want. Sell me on it”

Slowly bouncing and running her hands all over her body, she locks her eyes on his & pleads, “I want to please you, Sir Bill. <moan> I want to show you what a good girl I can be. I want you to complete me, Sir.” She finishes by biting her lower lip.

Bill is amazed at how much she is getting into this. He didn’t even think about how much he’s needed to adjust his shorts until he catches his hand habitual adjusting his stiff cock upwards.

He looks back to the video feed and she’s the pretty ginger girl panting, looking at him with big doe eyes, her blue irises barely visible.

“Get a good amount of oil and lube up my cock, slut.”

Swallowing hard she replied, “Yes, Sir.” As she grabbed the bottle and cupped her hand putting in a good amount of oil before pressing her other hand on it, making a tight seal. She nearly loses the seal though as she feels a <zap> not even realizing she had stopped moving to pour the oil. Quickly resuming her repeating self-penetration, she held the pool in her hands above Sir Bill’s cock turning her hands to let it slowly drizzle along the length of his shaft. The tingle from oil seemed to seep into her hands with a warmth running down her arms sending a pleasant rush to her head.

Seeing her slowly letting the oil drip over the dildo, he was surprised at how hot she looked panting and bouncing while she focused so hard on administering the oil. “That is a good base coat, slut, but rub it over the length making sure its fully covered.”

“Yes, Sir,” Vyki replied focused on her task at hand through as though a fog was building over her brain and could only see what was in front of her if she looked hard enough. Grasping the shaft, she could feel the bumps of Sir Bill’s veins and groves with every tingling touch of her fingers.

Seeing her grasp his representation, Bill's lust seemed to rise as his hand instinctively reached into his shorts and began rubbing his own cock. “Look at me as you coat it, girl,” Bill commanded.

Vyki’s focus went from the rod in front of her to focus on Sir Bill’s face. As soon as she did, she seemed to lock onto his eyes. They had a fire in them she hadn’t seen before, but the smile on his face seemed to scream pleasure.

Bill could get lost in the depth of her apparently wanting eyes that seemed to scream for the next utterance as she continued stroking his cock and bouncing on the plug on the floor, looking squarely at it. Not wanting her to look away, he pushed her further, “don’t look away from me; kiss it, slut”

Vyki could tell doing what she was told would help please Sir Bill and she inched forward, puckered lips, and felt even more of a tingle on her lips as they came into contact with the coated tip.

“Lick it”

Not breaking eye contact, Vyki dutifully reached out her tongue and touching the tip and couldn’t help but moan as she felt a <BUZZ> rock up her body when she came into contact with it.

“Good, slut. Much better than a gag kiss, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Sir Bill,” she moaned looking again at him seeing his nostrils flare as his breathing increased. She knew she had to be pleasing him at this point. Glancing briefly at a motion in the corner, she was sure she saw his shoulder move, but couldn’t see what his arm was up to. Realizing she had broken eye contact; she quickly moved her eyes back to his and was rewarded with him squinting for a moment with a large grin on his face.

“Now I’m sure you have observed one or two skilled cock suckers ply their trade in the past,” Bill was impressed with the ginger’s focus on him even while she leisurely bounced on the plug and not shying away from the task at hand, “Take what knowledge you have of how a cock should be treated and demonstrate the proper way to bring pleasure to a penis.“

Images of the hundreds of times Paul’s cock found its way into Molly’s mouth as well as the dozens of blow jobs Julie or other girls had given crossed Vyki’s mind. Leaning forward, she opened her gaping lips even further trying to emulate an idealized porn actress, reaching out her tongue as she clasped her around the base of the head, she moaned to add to the eroticism only for the moan to be intensified by the application of buzzing she felt beneath her at the same time.

“Goood, slut,” Bill encouraged enraptured by the site before him not even acknowledging his own hand that had habitually wrapped around his own very real cock, “show me how you can please my cock.”

Relishing in the praise from her partner and finding an odd comfort in the familiar tip, Vyki grasped the base of the cock and began moving deeper than the gag had ever been enjoying the tingle pushing over her lips as a flush of energy seemed to wash over her cheeks into her brain.

Seeing her hand grip onto him and enthusiastically work on bringing more into her, Bill’s hand started absentmindedly stroking himself watching the erotic show before him. Getting lost in the PoV shot of the camera, his mind was attaching the view of the treatment of his replica on screen with physical manipulation of his actual cock like some sort of enhanced reality viewer. “That’s a good girl; take that cock and show it you know what to do.”

Vyki’s head was getting so flooded with endorphins, hormones, and additives that she was barely able to comprehend much more than the pleasure running through her body. Seeing the look of pure pleasurable lust on her partner's face just amplified it more. Seeing his arm obviously shaking as it led off screen told her he was really enjoying what she was doing, and she resolved to keep moving even faster and try to get more of him in.

Seeing her pace increase, Bill’s hand began to speed up in response. “Enjoy that cock and show how much of a good cum slut you can be heading for your reward. Show me how you have learned so much and how hot you can be.”

Taking his directives to heart, Vyki continued to increase her pace and passion, alternating between bouncing her head up and down the shaft, as well as taking time to lick all over its length as she pants deeply, driven further by the constant pushing in her panties and deep in her ass encouraged by the obvious increase in pace of her partner’s arm.

Amazed at her depth of passion and pure drive to service him, Bill was getting pulled further and further into the delusion that he was physically engaged with the activities encompassing his vision. “Keep going, slut. Your reward is near; show me you deserve it; show me you want it.” Feeling the pressure build inside his balls, Bill leaned forward trying to build the pleasure and get closer to the onscreen activity.

However, Bill’s lack of situational awareness drowned out by the fog of sudo-self-pleasure and lack of foresight to search for his usual bottle and settling for a handy cup quickly came back to make itself all known in a most obvious reaction for the actions before him. Bill’s body leaning forward caused his violently shaking arm playing with his very real cock to repeatedly bump into his desk before he could stop himself. The resounding reverberations from his well exercised appendage through the solid wood easily caused the chilled contents of ice water to bound over. As the cup quickly succumbed to gravity, it hurled its contents in an arc hitting the desk before him, splashing squarely into his face, before the bulk of its contents drenched the hot rod in his pants. Seeming to only spare from not getting on his computer, the ice bath shocked Bill out of his enrapture as reasoning center wrapped around what he was watching as his reactionary mind was focused on the cold shock of water.

Only briefly glancing at the water, Bill’s conscious mind was suddenly more shocked by what was going on. Memories of bar visits, backyard bbq’s, and construction events with Paul flashed through his mind as if his conscience was shouting out to him that this was an old friend. Even events of S&M conventions, dungeon demonstrations, and bodies shared in bedrooms that seemed to try to get his mind back to perversion only resulted in solidifying this was supposed to be his peer, his buddy, his contender. This wasn’t supposed to be his subordinate slut. He was crossing a line he said he wasn’t going to. He was manipulating things to his advantage. This wasn’t right.

Vyki could see a gasped expression on her trainer’s lips and knew he must be getting close; she was nearly there. She had to show him she could be his special girl and do everything any of the other girls could and do it with vigor.

Bill knew he needed to stop this quickly trying to fight his own drenched urges that seemed to be growing, Bill acted quickly and hastily stumbled out through his own panting lips, “uh, amazing work.... uh, Vyki. You exceeded all expectations,” which was one of the most earnest things he had ever said. “Congratulations you completed your training! You’ll wow everyone at the party,” Bill blurted out before cutting the connection and slamming his laptop closed.

Vyki was lapping and enjoying exploring the oil drenched contours of Sir Bill’s representative when she saw the screen go blank before her brain could even consider dissecting the words that were said. Leaning back to sit up to get a better view, she still had a grasp on the faux cock as she continued to bounce on her invader to avoid an unwanted shock. Her brain tried to tell her this was just a test, looking to see if she’d just abandon it all or wait.

Vyki tried to maintain her composure as panic threatened to overtake her as she realized the gadget at fallen silent as well. Even when she tried pounding the tip deep inside her, she only felt its pressure and missed the accompanying vibration from the object in her panties. Even as she sat there motionless staring at the screen, she was wanting to feel the punishing electroshock just to be assured he hadn’t really left. Staring at the blankness before her she reasoned that it was probably just a technical issue and she had decades of knowledge and probably just needed to fix a stupid bug or reset the programs.

Willing herself to a logic explanation and pushing down a frantic fear, she knew she had to relax her muscles and let her sphincter grow to release her from the plug holding her to the floor; panicking at this stage would do nothing to resolve her situation. Breathing deeply in an almost perverted meditative stance with her legs spread wide, her feet folded under her ass locked in platform heels in just her bra and askwed panties, Vyki tried to block out the tingling berry scented oil sticking to her skin mixing with her sweat, matting her hair to her body and sure her makeup was a mess. Leaning back on her arms, Vyki willed herself to relax as she lifted her hips away from the floor. Feeling her sphincter painfully expand, she knew it was the only way she was going to get her trainer back and continued to work her body side to side until she finally felt the empty release of the void behind her.

Giggling slightly at her resolve to fix this, Vyki quickly stood up and moved to her computer. Seeing the app was clearly still running she tried to reach out through Sir Bill’s contact entry, but it showed him as offline. Restarting her app just to be sure it wasn’t something on her end, she was frustrated to still see no change. Deluding herself that it was just a technical issue on his end he was too proud to reach out for assistance, she picked up her phone to call him.

Looking at the screen of her phone, Vyki’s last vale obscuring her view that he had really stopped her abruptly was blown away with the message on the screen.

BTW, the final box in the shipment was your graduation reward. You earned it; take care!

The energy and emotion that was focused on pleasure and passion was being quickly diverted towards anger and rage. In a vein attempt to try and calm herself, Vyki tried to calmly place her phone on the desk cautiously with both hands. However, as the phone made contact with the desk, her hands got close enough that the magnetic cuffs latched together.

The clicking of the metal and attempt at restraining her arms seemed to be one last attempt from Bill’s ghostly hand to control her and triggered a deep fight response within her. “How dare he!!” Vyki yelled as she ripped her arms apart. Breaking apart the cuffs on her wrists only seemed to remind her that the thigh cuffs were still pushing her legs apart as well. Releasing the latches, she let the heavy cuffs just fall to the floor. With her thigh cuffs removed, rage looked to further free her and ripped her right cuff and let it fly. The shattering of the mirror in front of the treadmill only seemed to justify her restless, rageful response as the other cuff was sent flying in the other direction. Her mind was only briefly distracted as Paul’s hunting knife on display in his office clattered to the floor. Focused on the sound and recognizing it was an unintended casualty, she clodded over to repair at least something from Bill’s fiasco.

Bending down to grasp the fallen knife, Paul is reminded of the hunting trip he had made with that knife & was rewarded with it as a congratulations of besting the other men with higher body count. The rage running through his system seemed to only amplify the flood of testosterone as Paul stood trying to come to grips with everything that had happened and fight off the boiling wrath building inside him. In an almost catatonic stupor, Paul stumbled back in front of the desk in delusional attempt to tell himself it wasn’t real only to be faced with the reality of the pools of oil surrounding the phallic protrusions from the desk and floor.

In a flash of rage to protect him and defeat what was obviously a betrayal in his mind, the blade in his hand quickly sliced through the tip of Bill’s representative in the closet proxy attempt Paul’s enraged mind could find. As the remaining prosthetic seemed to bounce in mocking resistance, Paul’s elevated voice yelled out in a pure rageful scream as stroke after stroke after stroke reduced the rod to a bunch of scattered, rubbery disks as he reached the suction cup ‘present’. Griping the last remnant of the activity, Paul flung the cup to the other side of the room only to result in facing the mushroom sticking up from the floor. Enraged again from the sight of the torturous device, Paul fell to his knees and screamed again as he stabbed over and over at the bulbous probe. The fact the stabbing seemed to be less destructive to the object allowed for more physical actions as stab after stab left the plug partially standing as it slowly fell apart into the final stab left only a tattered nub until Paul’s pent-up rage was fully spent and pity & fear slowly crept into him.

What had become of him? Why did he do this? Why did it feel like he enjoyed it? How could he fall for doing so many degrading? The questions just rushed through his mind whirling around as he crumpled to the floor weeping from the overwhelming onslaught of emotions of regret and despair. External time send pass by an infinity of seconds as his mind retreated into itself. At some point, he had moved to leaning against a wall with his knees pulled into his chest and only realized it as a pool of tears that had been gathering between the faux breasts broke through and fell in a small torrent onto his thighs.

Paul finally broke out of his revere lifting his head and wiping away strands of hair from his wig as he looked around at the mess he had left in his office: stab marks in the floor surrounding the knife standing on its tip buried in the floor, the shards of a broken mirror piled in the corner, rubber disks of the offensive stick scattering around the floor, books from the shelf, and a guy throwing a pity party against the wall on the floor.

Realizing he was better than this, he doesn’t need to be crouched like some child on the ground. Paul removed the wig and stood up on the all too familiar platforms. Bending down with an almost habitual grace at this point, he picked up the knife and returned it to its display holder on his bookshelf. Turning to begin picking things up, he realizes this is the totally wrong attire to be picking things up. Returning to the spare bedroom, he found the keys and did the usual routine of unlocking the collar and heels before tossing the remaining things into the cabinet.

Padding back to his bedroom to find something to cover up with as he cleaned up, he found a pair of old sweats to wrap him in warmth & comfort. Catching his smeared and dripping face in the mirror, Paul did a deep scrubbing to get it all off before grabbing the dustpan and broom to finish getting the mess picked up. After returning everything to an orderly state, he puts his computer back to his work orientation. Seeing no urgent matters with it, his comp sec training kicks in and he proceeds to change passwords to apps & sites to ensure unwanted access is not attempted anymore. Looking at the time and realizing Molly will be home soon, he takes a walk through all the rooms to make sure no further evidence remains before going to the kitchen.

Standing in front of the fridge with both doors open for several minutes in the excuse of trying to figure out what to prepare for dinner, flashbacks of several sessions of Vyki cooking almost like a dutiful wife run through his head; ghostly memories of tired calves elevating her feet and being filled at every step creep into his thoughts. Only the consistent alarm of the refrigerator indicating a door open for several minutes finally broke Paul out of his mental torment. Reaching behind himself, he felt suddenly empty and almost disappointed. Glancing down to still see a faint pink on his toes from the salon trip, Paul slammed the door vowing to order pizza and just not worry about dinner.

Using an app to quickly order pizza as he gathers up cotton balls and acetone, Paul sets up in the bathroom to clean his tones, only briefly realizing he had folded his leg up to his shoulder with flexibility he’s not had since high school. Tossing the used puffs in the trash, he retreated to the couch to try to sit and wipe his wondering thoughts from his mind.

As Molly walked in, she called out to her husband, but didn’t hear anything. She was looking forward to seeing him after a long day and was questioning breaking her abstinence and spend all day tomorrow letting him ravage her before the big party this weekend. However, when she didn’t hear any response, she was worried, and relief was only briefly subdued when she walked in to find him on the couch staring at the TV. His far away stare that seemed to look through the screen to some distant view that was not the droll documentary playing at the moment. The strange look seemed to almost be amplified by the bland, grey attire she hadn’t seen him wear in a decade and his feet folded up underneath him was a position she hadn’t ever seen him sit in. Her shock was only broken as the doorbell announced a visitor; not seeing any reaction still from Paul only troubled her further, but she turned to turn whoever it was so she could deal with it. Seeing it was just a pizza delivery boy, she was happy to take them, thank him, and shut the door before returning to the living room.

Hearing the front door close, Paul finally broke away from whatever idle mode his brain had shifted into and realized Molly was home & he didn’t want her to see him like that. Seeing her walk in with the pizzas seemed like fortuitous timing as he plastered a smile on his face, “hey, hun! Guess you ran into the pizza guy,” Paul greeted as he walked over to meet her. “Hope you don’t mind, but I didn’t feel like cooking & just vegging before spending all day decorating tomorrow seemed like a good evening,” he explained as he took the boxes from her with a kiss.

Molly was shocked by the complete change in demeanor. He seemed nearly catatonic before yet was nearly manic in his attitude and animation seeming oblivious to her earlier arrival. “You okay, honey?”

“Huh?” Paul tried to hide his worry about being found out, “what do you mean?” he asked in complete denial.

“When I got home earlier you, you seemed totally zoned out and didn’t even acknowledge me.”

Trying to think quickly on his feet, Paul laid out a line she hoped she’d let him get away with, “oh, geez, I’m sorry, hun! I must have been zoned out on the show. You know how guys can get; we just tune out the world for hours on end at times.”

Molly wasn’t really convinced but figured it wasn’t something he was wanting to discuss, “k, I’ll grab some paper plates napkins. You want a drink?”

“Sure! Sounds great. Want to watch a movie or something; think there was that new comedy we had talked about catching was out finally.”

“Um, ya, sure,” Molly intoned, “let me just change into something more comfortable too,” she said placing the plates and drinks on the coffee table before retreating to their bedroom to change. She contemplated returning to the living room nude in absolute comfort, but also worried he might read that as trying to tempt him away from her ask of avoiding sex. However, as much as her masochist was screaming to be punished, she could read he wasn’t in a playful mindset no matter what he said. To mirror his theme, she grabbed one of his old thinning t-shirts and tossed it on. She knew her nipples were clearly visible, and it was shorter than most of her dresses, but ‘she had to at least be slightly tempting to him,’ she thought mischievously to herself.

Finding him in his usual manspread on the couch with a slice of pizza on the plate in his lap with a plate and glass setup on the other end of the couch seemed to speak volumes to Molly about his mindset. “Hey, babe, I got you all setup, if you’re ready.”

She looked over at grabbing one of the floor pillows, but figured he was trying to be dominant without being obviously assertive, she took the direction and relished a bit at the idea of being the bad slut sent to the corner to deal with her horniness alone. It was almost amplified by his comment as she walked in front of him.

“Damn, girl, you can even make that ratty old thing look hot & slutty.”

Strutting a bit more as she walked by, “well, told you I was going to get comfy,” she replied as she sat on the couch folding her feet under her, sure she was exposing her ass at him.

“Comfy being hot & slutty? Always my dream girl,” he teased as he started the video trying to drown out thoughts of if his ass would look as good peeking out of shirt like that.

Before long, their tense reality was tossed aside as the laughs began. At one point, it dawned on Molly that how she was sitting was similar to how she found Paul earlier. Noticing it was rather comfortable, she excused his odd behavior as more laughs got her attention. After finishing their food, one particularly good guffaw, Molly took the opportunity to shift and lay her head on his shoulder. She was glad to receive his arm wrapping around her even if he did transition them into a second video with only a kiss further. During a particularly poignant moment talking where two buddies were yelling at each other about a stupid perceived betrayal, she thought she felt him almost whimper a little & looked up to see a little tear roll down his cheek.

“Damn jalapeno juice,” Paul muttered trying to cover up his stupid mental reaction as he used a napkin to wipe his face. It seemed like Molly let it go for now but kicked himself. As it was getting late, they agreed to go ahead and turn in.

As they were picking up, Molly figured she’d ask how things had gone since they hadn’t really had a chance to converse about it much. “Soooo.... today was the last day with Bill. You think you’re ready for Saturday?”

The day’s events went crashing through Paul’s head again, but he dashed them aside with a simple, “oh, ya, sure, fine.” as he crumpled the pizza boxes into a trash bag.

“Sure? Fine? That’s it?” she questioned. “Doesn’t sound very convincing.”

‘I was so sexy and hot your ass hole of a boyfriend was masturbating to me sucking his cock while I fucked myself on a brutal plug, bitch,’ Vyki want to scream from the recesses of his mind. Stopping both lines of discussions, Paul simply responded with, “Oh, it’ll be convincing, but it's also a surprise, slut.” As he kissed her forehead, he finished putting things away before retreating to their bedroom.

“Such a tease.”

“Yes, you are, girl.”

They both took their shirts off before going to bed, but Paul couldn’t bring himself to remove the protection of his sweatpants before crawling under the covers.

Crawling in nude under the covers, she felt almost thwarted from trying something with the cotton amour over his crotch, so resigned herself to getting rest. Both sides of the bed seemed to have fitful dreams that night, but for totally different reasons.