None other than her Sir

A chill ran down Jasmine’s spine while the color drained from her face as she saw the stern look Sir was giving her from the open doorway; she could see a small gaggle of patrons gathering behind him to ogle the inevitable drama, but Jasmine paid them little mind as her attention returned to Sir’s fiery gaze. Jasmine couldn’t hold his look for long and diverted her attention to the hanging dress in Sir’s monogram. m bag and dated quickly back to the gasping girl confirming the corset matched the distinctive light purple hue.

Jasmine pleaded to Him, “Sir, I’m sorry I didn’t know she was lavender-emerald!! I would never have hurt her had I known….” Yet her voice grew weaker as she saw his gaze locked on the crumpled recovering form on the floor. Something changed his look, almost confusion or regret; something than she had expected. Yet the tightness of his pants…. “Did he actual have romantic feelings for her?” Jasmine pondered with envy.

However, when his attention returned to her, only self-preservation passed through her mind as the redness I his eyes grew, but she couldn’t move fast enough as Bill lunged forward and grabbed the loose chain loop still running through her cuffs and collar. Pulling violently on the chain dragged Jasmine wordlessly forward. Taking a look at his bag and glancing down at the heap of flesh whose blue eyes finally raised to look at him, Bill couldn’t face the reaction his mind and body had. Grabbing the bag and dragging the girl by chains, he headed for the front door.

Vyki finally registered it was Bill standing before them just in time for him to turn & leave. Regardless of Jasmine, she still needed to get home and get out of it but could only croak out a weak, “wait” as the door closed behind them. Realizing that was her way out of this dungeon disappearing behind the door, she stumbled to her feet and instinctively pulled her tight dress as she shambled to the door.

Opening the door, Vyki saw about half dozen heads swivel in her direction as she could hear a commotion from the lobby. Glancing away from a few familiar faces, Vyki moved as quickly as she could to the front exit, tripping lightly more than once but catching herself. The onlookers, while shocked by the personal drama on display, were not unaccustomed to an outburst but felt content to leave distance between them and the actors when physical harm did not seem to be part of the immediate outcome.

Vyki finally making it to the entry way lobby, finds a flustered and irate Heather behind the desk with a perplexed looking Eddy by the door and Danny equally befuddled between them. Not seeing Bill in attendance, Vyki surmised he left and started heading for the exit. However, she was abruptly stopped by Heather’s man candy lifted Vyki from behind when Miss H shouted out “Stop her!!”

Vyki’s legs swung uselessly for a moment before she realized the futility and Heather spoke up. “I’m more than happy to have your group out of here after that display, but I can’t have you running out there like a whore, especially after that ass hole **** his bitch out of her naked,” Heather rambled as her faced turned even brighter red. “Danny, go grab the slut a coat.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Danny said almost cowering to the woman half his size while he passed behind her to the back room.

“I don’t know what is up with your extended family, but I have a feeling you’ve not done anything to ho or your brother and his scrumptious girl.” Heather said as she moved around to chastise the novice subbie. “If you ever want to show your face in here again or ever hope to explore this lifestyle correctly, you better have a long hard talk with your Daddy about proper behavior training & punishment for your actions including making recompense with me because the goddess knows that bitch that just got dragged out of here was not a good example.”

Before Vyki could even process what she was saying and refute her innocence, Danny came bursting back in with a big fur coat announcing, “this seemed like it would cover her up.” As Danny approached and held it open for her, Eddy slowly set Vyki down next to the coat.

Without any other course and seeing it as the fastest way out, Vyki reluctantly put her hands through the offered coat still coughing having not fully recovered from the earlier onslaught. As he slid the back into place, Danny mentioned to Vyki, “your sister said you might need your inhaler, so we brought it for you; I put it in the left pocket.”

Wrapping the coat around herself to not leave Heather any more excuse to hold her she said “thank you” to the meat of a man and shuffled out the door with the fluffy coat’s hem tickling her mid-thigh.

Looking out into the parking lot, Vyki quickly spotted Bill’s car as it was the only one with its lights on. While the coat definitely made sure nothing was exposed by Vyki’s dress, it failed miserably at making her appear less conspicuous or promiscuous. As she sashayed down the steps, from the onlookers’ perspectives, it appears the red head’s heels were the only thing she had and the oversized coat covered her nudity, but she took no note of that as she frantically wanted her arms and shouted out, “Sir Bill, wait!! Take me with you!!”

However, Vyki could only speed up in futility as she saw the taillights flicker before it drove off in haste. Vyki’s absurd running continued until the car moved quickly out of site down the road; a light, loose chain sparkling on the ground in the dark night as it dangled from the trunk.

Vyki fell to her knees in utter despair at the edge of the parking lot as her legs gave out. Seeing her hair still hang in pigtails reminding her of everything she’s gone through tonight, she grasped both childish hair wraps, and violently ripped them out of her hair hoping it would bring the wig with it as she screamed out “NOOOOOOOOOOO!!” at the top of her lungs to empty darkness. However, the glue held true and only a few stands came with them. Feeling trapped and more alone than she ever was, Vyki broke down crying. At some point she could hear her sobs almost squeak before dropping in pitch, seemingly reflecting her drop further into despair.

Vyki wasn’t sure how long she sat there in self-pity crying on the side of the road looking like a discarded hooker, but jumped as she felt the gentlest of the 4 whoresman touch her shoulder. “You okay, Vyki?” Ian asked even though the answer was blatant.

Vyki knew he was asking out of politeness but still turned her head to glared at him through tear filled eyes as she sniped out curt, “NO!” that had a deepness that startled both of them. Vyki instantly recognized the tone as Paul’s natural voice turned her head away quickly in fear of being found out.

Ian was surprised by the cute girl turned so rough but chalked it up to her crying fit and figured it was time for her to leave. “I think you’ve been through enough here tonight. Let’s get you out of here. Okay?” Ian said, offering his hand to her.

Vyki wanted to get out of here and while embarrassed by the idea of being found out, she was happy to see a way out from the proffered hand. Grasping his hand, she wordlessly nodded and stood up. “My car is right over here,” Ian said as he guided the stricken girl over to his SUV.

As they approached his car, Vyki saw the other 3 members of the quartet from inside standing next to the vehicle. Stepping up to it, Gin opened one of the back doors for Vyki as they approached. Vyki nodded her thanks as she stepped towards the opening, trying to make sure she didn’t say anything. “Wait!” Ian spoke up as she turned her back about to sit down. “Lance, that’s one of the loaner coats; take it back to Heather’s boys.” Lance grinned like he was in a candy store, saying “suure” as he gestured for her to turn around.

Vyki was not keen about her dress being seen in public now that she knew how transparent it was, but as she could hear Ian get into the driver seat behind her, she figured it was just in the car to home & couldn’t exactly argue with them. So, with a huff, she stood up and turned around to slough off the coat. Lance caught the coat, but Gin noticed some items fall to the ground. “Looks like you dropped your hair bands,” Gin mentioned as he bent over and handed them to Vyki. Vyki wasn’t exactly wanting to keep them, but again it was just easier to just accept them. Trying to figure out what to do with the overgrown rubber bands, she was reminded of what Molly and their daughter used to do and wrapped them around her wrists.

As she turned back around and sat her bottom into the elevated seat, she was startled to hear Lance bark out, “oh! Did you forget something?” Looking at his hand as it came out of the jacket pocket, she was thrilled to see the off-labeled release inhaler to fix her voice! Excitedly, she reached out her hands and opened & closed her fingers to wordlessly ask for the device.

Lance grinned looking at the red headed lady sitting in the oversized vehicle looking like some sort of baby asking for her favorite toy. Teasing in a childlike tone he offered, “pretty girl want her meddy?”

Not trusting her voice, Vyki emphatically nodded her head silently and kept reaching her hands out with the giant hair ties on the end like oversized bracelets just emphasizing her childlike appearance.

“Well, how about a good kiss as payment,” Lance continued egging her on.

Vyki breathed at emphatically and just nodded her head while waving him toward her.

Lance walked up to her and she leaned in & kissed him briefly on the lips then held out her hand. Lance chuckled at her and shook his head, “no, I know you can do better than that. If you want that back, you better be better than that; use some tongue; have some fun!”

Vyki just looked at him with a stern look that came across more like a pout than anything else.

“Or if you’re just going to be a dead fish about it, I can pull you out of Ian’s car and let try to get a ride from someone else.”

Vyki’s mind visualized her being dropped off in the parking lot of the dungeon in her dress and having to try to plead with other patrons in Paul’s voice to get a ride home; the scenario only got worse as she pictured Heather coming out after in nothing but her transparent dress. Vyki reached her hands forward to grab Lance’s cheeks and began making out with him like she did earlier during their service.

After a good bit, Lance finally separated and moaned. Vyki smiled triumphantly and bit her lip holding out her hand for her inhaler. “Mmm.... not bad girl,” Lance complemented, “but after that false start, I’m gonna leave it with Mock to continue your evaluation while I return the loaner coat.”

Vyki saw him pass the inhaler to Doc Mock and slammed her fist into her thighs in frustration as Mr. Lance walked away with the large fur coat towards the entrance. When Doc Mock took a step to the side, obscured her view to Lance while holding up her inhaler and made a kissy face at her. Vyki huffed out again and pulled him in to do another make out session to try to end this earlier. However, at the end Doc Mock, “ya, I just don’t think you’re into it, Gin, you give it a shot,” handing the inhaler to the next man.

Sir Gin rolled the inhaler over in his hand and marveled at its lack of labeling. Its contents intrigued him, but for the immediate moment he was more interested in getting some enjoyment from the subject before him. Seeing her looking at him pleadingly, her eyes darting back and forth to the inhaler. “I think its safe to say you really want this, right?” Gin said running his other hand along her cheek, rubbing behind her ear.

Vyki looked deep into Sir Gin’s eyes as he talked to her, trying to plead her case; hoping he would see that she just wanted it and wanted to go home.

Gin held her gaze as he slowly moved toward her, “show me that you’re still our good, hot, sexy slut and share the passion that you felt inside,” Gin stopped a fraction of an inch from her lips. “then you’ll get your prize, girly.”

Vyki was determined to be done with this and through her hands around his neck and brought Sir Gin in for a deep and wet kiss. She moved her head back and forth trying to dance with her tongue around his. Over and over she continued this until he finally pushed her away. Vyki nearly whimpered desperately as she leaned in to continue, but he stopped her briefly and held up the inhaler between them.

Giddily, Vyki gripped the inhaler and instinctively kissed his cheek in thanks before he stepped back. With some room between them, she quickly pulled the inhaler up to her lips and breathed in a full dose to hold it as she counted away in her head. Having more than a few patience do something similar in the past, Gin had some new respect for the dress as he watched her chest balloon outward, stretching the thin fabric to its limit. Seeing her finally exhaled and started to turn away but saw her go back for another hit. This surprised him as most only did two doses if there was an active attack and she seemed fine for the most part. This raised his suspicion that this was some sort of recreational thing, but this didn’t look like the usual party mixes; he was definitely intrigued to find out more and reached out his hand to offer to hold her inhaler for her while she held the dose in.

Vyki was so concerned about being found out by her voice, she was elated to have the unreleased **** finally find its way to her without a thought to any of the other affects. She was happy to see Sir Gin being gracious enough to hold her inhaler now that she was done with it since she didn’t have pockets or anything. As she finished counting she giggled at the idea of this dress having pockets. Would it show the contents of the pocket or have its own decoration & stand out? Picturing runway models in transparent dresses and pockets she was sure would be all the club scene talk, she continued giggling.

Glad to see her mood finally improve, Gin definitely needed to take this **** in to see what it was; might be something new to play with. “Go ahead and scoot in, and I’ll get the door.”

Vyki realized she was still sitting sideways on the seat with her feet hanging out and giggled how she was in his way, “sorry!” Vyki said as she swung her legs in. Turning her body in, she saw Sir Ian look back at her with a smile from the driver's seat as the door closed next to her. However, Vyki was surprised to see Doc Mock opening the door opposite her and sliding into the back seat. And even more surprised to see Sir Gin opening the shotgun door as he jumped up front next to Sir Ian. With the engine roaring to life, Sir Ian threw the beast into gear and rolled forward to the entrance just in time for Mr. Lance to come bounding out. Walking up to the car next to her Vyki was further startled as the door next to her opened.

“Come closer, deary; give the man some room,” Doc Mock said as he patted the seat next to her grabbing her attention away from the man standing in the open door. Looking back around the car at each of the men’s faces, Vyki felt even more trapped than she had been in a while. But seeing Lance’s grinning face right next to her, she scooted away in immediate fear at the hungry look, only to stop moving away as her naked thigh rubbed against Doc Mock’s jeans. This caused her to whip her head around to look at an equally hungry face her mind fogging over in fear and just plan sluggishness she couldn’t place she was almost shocked as she heard the door behind her close only to feel Lance squeeze against her other thigh.

“Alright! Let’s go,” Ian announced as he pressed the accelerator launching the large SUV out of the rough parking lot onto the main road, bouncing Vyki around between the two men in the backseat unable to do anything to stop the forward momentum of her situation.