The local grocery chain

Vyki continued to stare at the lite script on the side of the shopping center building labeling the entrance to a location of the local grocery chain they frequented. Molly had gotten out of the passenger side and walked around the vehicle without Vyki even processing the fact her Mistress was no longer behind the steering wheel and jumped as much as her bound body would allow when the door next to her flew open.

Vyki continued the shocked expression as she saw Mistress lean over her and unlatch the seat belt that then ratcheted back into its storage space no longer trapping her to the vehicle seat. However, Vyki maybe no motion to remove to the relative concealment of the vehicle until Mistress pushed her hand into her vision as a gesture to help her stand up. Vyki was still **** until she heard Mistress’s newly stern voice say, “get out, now.”

Hearing the intent in her voice, Vyki swung her knees around placing her high heels on the pavement as she said, “yes, Mistress.” Placing her hand in Mistress’s, Vyki felt unusually dainty feeling herself being pulled up next to the relatively masculine form of her wife as she continued to hold her abbreviated dress with her other hand. Feeling Mistress’s hand pull her away from the car, Vyki clicked her heels out from the door and felt almost more trapped as she heard the door close and latch lock into place behind her. She could even see her useless purse still in the floorboard as Mistress placed her hand in the bottom of Vyki’s back as she guided her away from the car; their heels clicking in sync on the parking lot’s concrete.

“Now, you’re looking a little scared there, honey buns,” Molly said with a saccharinely sweet voice as they slowly strutted towards the entrance. “Let me give you a little directive that was given to me repeatedly by a crazy old Dom I once knew: ‘you may feel scared or embarrassed by your outfit, but if you truly don’t want people to focus on you, or linger or laugh at you, smile and look confident. Because if you look scared, that will just draw people’s nature to try to assist someone. When they see you’re just embarrassed, they will continue to look on in awe & humor. However, if they see a beautiful lady, smiling confidently, it’s likely they wouldn’t even take notice unless they look directly at you. And even then, if they did, they would just be admiring your beauty & confidence.’ Crazy idea, huh?”

Vyki shuddered at hearing Paul’s words bounce back at her knowing she was in a position Paul would routinely try to put Molly into. Well, not exactly this much of a position, but at least dress her up sexier than the environment and have her in a shorter than appropriate skirt without the protection of underwear and that was his cryptic method to justify Molly getting around it. Now that Mistress was saying it to Vyki, she could feel a pit growing in her stomach. However, Vyki realized that Mistress was waiting for a response, so she gave her, “crazy, Mistress.”

“Well, I think there may still be some validity to it,” Mistress stated while they were still halfway to the entrance & instructed, “As we go through this vanilla world, I want you to give them your bright, bubbly, happy bimbo look that fits that lovely outfit. Don’t give anyone reason to think this wasn’t your favorite outfit you picked out just so you could go grocery shopping in. Let everyone think you are proud and excited for them to see your pretty dress, your lovely fit legs, sharp dress heels, and even be fine if they happen to see your new pretty thong because it's not like they haven’t seen similar at a beach anyway, right?” Vyki visibly cringed at hearing yet more of Paul’s justifications. “So, show me that smile to melt a million men’s hearts and stiffen their cocks, honey bun.”

Vyki still reeling from the situation and the incessant click, click, click, click of their heels as the door goes ever closer, she somehow finds the strength to follow her Mistress’s direction and plasters a bubbly smile on her face.

“Not bad,” Molly states, “but looking a little psychotic there. Think you can tone it back and put more Dolly rather than the Shining.” Remembering a prompt from a high school drama class, Vyki tries to think of something humorous or funny to get her mind focused on that rather than her current tense situation. With Mistress’s reference to Dolly Parton, Vyki is reminded of one of her routines explaining how she got such a large chest. Within a few steps she was openly giggling like an idiot, and was rewarded with a buzz as Mistress said, “good job, honey! Just keep it like that. Show them that smile.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Vyki responds automatically.

“Ah, yes, another thing, honey buns. When we’re in more vanilla situations, don’t scare the natives. Hold back on the ‘mistress’ and ‘ma’am’ in there. Just use a plain ‘dear’ and I’ll know what you really mean, honey buns.”

Vyki cringed again realizing that was a frequent term that Paul used with Molly in public and was worried that it would now be a vanilla placeholder for ‘Mistress’. Still, it was better than the alternative at the moment, so she responded with a chipper, “yes, Dear,” as the automatic doors to the store opened up with a waft of all its many aromas & sounds come rushing out washing over Vyki as Mistress continued to press her forward.

Once across the threshold of the store, Molly told Vyki, “grab a cart and catch up with me,” as she confidently strode in her heels feeling the soft leather caress her ass and even felt a soft patch massage her lips as she smiled hearing her companion respond, “yes, Dear,” as she heard her heels click off behind her.

Vyki walked over to the carts and pulled one out, glad she escaped the struggle of having to get one unstuck. However, as she walked, she was reminded of just how tall her heels were as she first reached out to grip the handles, she was reminded how far down she had to reach it as she felt the hem tickling the bottom of her ass checks. Quickly standing up further she placed her fingertips on the handle and began pushing it with just the pads of her fingers. Feeling her sweat building, she wasn’t sure if it was from the nervousness of her position or the current baseline buzzing Mistress left between her thighs. Regardless, she knew there was no other option than getting out of here with Mistress, so she quickly proceeded into the main store to try to find her as she barely controlled the metal cart before her.