Never back down from a challenge

Molly watched Vyki walk off down the hallway to the spare bedroom and fought ever urge to run after him not to leave her do whatever she needed to keep him, but she knew that was the last thing that was needed. She had to let Paul figure out where he wanted to go on his own. She couldn’t deny ‘Vyki’ was hotter than she ever expected, but she also couldn’t deny that Paul has been the love of her life. And the fact he told her he loved her as he left seemed to almost make her more nervous as to if it was him saying goodbye or just to let her know he cared. However, him looking like a sexy MILF in a schoolgirl outfit, and she could see his ass as his heels clicked away didn’t make it easier on her mind.

As she sat on the couch, she questions the decision to put on the harness currently hidden by her pants. She’d never worn one before and it had been sitting in her trunk as a ‘free’ accessory from a special-order toy years ago. She had thought it would be fun to use it on Paul to see his reaction, but after his day she didn’t think it would be odd. And her lustful thought of pushing him to be a comical ‘bimbo’ was funny when she joked with Katie, but now facing the real possibility of losing Paul, scared the crap out of her. Molly through her head down into a couch pillow in yelled into in frustration wondering why she was so fucked up.

Laying there in a pity party with her tear-filled eyes buried in the pillow, her breath caught as she heard something coming from the bedroom. Turning her redden face towards the hall, she heard a very distinct sound of a heavy cabinet door opening. Hope rose within her as she knew her husband was finally going to return to her as she heard him get the keys and items from the cabinet. Relief filled her as she closed her eyes dreaming of her Master coming walking in; her mind only hesitated a moment worried about him finding out she had the gall to wear a strap-on harness, only to imagine how he would punish her as her tired mind succumb to exhaustion as she dreamed of him punishing her.

Vyki stood in the doorway to the spare bedroom for a moment as she remembered the fiasco of Molly finding her with Daddy, er Lou. It looked like Katie must have been in here as some of her makeup items had been cleared up, some left it in its place, and the bedding straightened up.

And then there was her freedom container: the gun safe. Walking over to the cabinet, she held up the key she had been looking for so long it seemed like a near eternity. Placing the key into the lock and turning it with a satisfying thunk, she grinned wildly like a kid on Christmas as the heavy doors swung open. Visually seeing the removal solution and other items in the cabinet, her eyes immediately locked onto the ring of keys and quickly pulled it out. While she had almost melded to the corset, she was so ready to have it removed and wasted no time in undoing its lock and loosening its strings as her body’s midsection suddenly felt a release of pressure and tension as a euphoria she could barely describe washed over her body. Definitely not an orgasm, but not a bad derivative.

With the strict corset loose, she let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it. Looking down and seeing her locked in heels, she quickly dove to those next as she sat down on the bed. Removing the locks and letting her feet free she was so relieved to feel the freedom. However, her pulsating pain was quickly paired with a most unpleasant aroma of her trapped feet. Glancing around, she immediately saw the berry massage and aimed to tackle the issues at once. Rubbing the oil into her poor, battered feet, Vyki was quickly rewarded with the pleasant herbal-berry aroma as well as a pleasant tingle over her tired feet.

Spending several minutes and lots of oil on her feet, Vyki was no longer repulsed by her feet and her worry about everything this evening seemed to be fading away as she sat and luxuriated, laying back on the large bed. As she laid there, she replayed her conversations back and was giggling at thinking about what Molly was asking for. She could remember many of Molly’s poor attempts always seeming like some out of place valley girl or just laughing to herself, she was always amazed Molly could never even get close to the idea. It seemed like such a simple idea here. Just bubbly, sexy, happy to be there. But maybe not totally there mentally there, but that was okay because she was there to please and be seen, not for deep discussions. Paul had never meant for it to be a long term or lifestyle thing; just a fun role-playing thing.

Vyki had already role played more than she ever expected, and if it meant Molly even pushing herself further and showing her up at the same time why not do it. Sitting up quickly she giggled at the head rush while her eyes struggled to focus on all the goodies in her wardrobe. There were tons of slutty things should use to pull of the bimbo and really show Molly how easy it is to do it right. “Easy, peas-ee,” Vyki said as her voice cracked. Her eyes went wide as she realized what it meant and yelled out “fuck,” as her voice dropped closer to Paul’s natural tone.

Walking over the cabinet to look, Vyki didn’t even notice she stayed on the balls of her feet and when bending over, stuck out her ass prominently. Digging through the cabinet, Vyki quickly found the other bottle of spray while only contemplating for a moment where the one from today went. On finding the one she expected, Vyki picked it up and inhaled a shot. Remembering her adjusted voice from earlier today, she inhaled a second shot to get back to what she had been. “Testing 1-2,” Vyki said hearing the now familiar voice she’d become accustomed to all day.

“Hrmm... its higher, but not really bimbo,” Vyki said to herself. She then attempted a falsetto “oh my god, that is like so cool!” However, she quickly coughed after that and she worried if she could maintain that, but when she saw a can of sparkling water Katie had left on the counter, Vyki realized it had been a bit since she really had something to drink.

She wasn’t familiar with the blue label, but the big “SURGE” logo on the front hopefully means a shot of caffeine or energy; she could use some. Taking a sip, she found the berry taste rather pleasant, but still couldn’t understand how people liked the taste of sparking water. Still, when in a desert, take what you can get. She took another large swig and tried the falsetto again. “Doe ray me fah,” she remembered from an ancient singing class only to cough a bit again.

Something about that spray and trying to get that voice just wasn’t working. Thinking about that spray, it dawned on her it made her voice a little higher with each spray so why not try another? It seemed temporary with one or two, so three should be just as fleeting.

Picking up the spray, she took a third hit. After breathing out, she tried again, “Testing 1-2-3.” She was glad to hear it did actually get higher, but still not quite to a ‘bimbo’ level, so she tried again. Taking yet one more drag with as deep a breath as she could, she held it in till she felt almost blew and slowly let it out.

She walked over to the mirror and looking at her disheveled schoolgirl appearance, she was reminded of that turn of the century song and tested her voice “hit me baby one more time.” The nearly squeaky high pitch voice caused her to giggle as she jumped up and down so proud of herself for thinking of using the spray. However, she quickly lost her balance, but caught herself by steadying on the bed leading to another fit of giggles at her own clumsiness.

Done with the giggles, she couldn’t help but feel a little parched still and picked up the can to keep drinking it as she went through picking out her big reveal for Molly.

Digging through the clothes she identified several different combinations, but ended up with an outfit she thought would pass for a bimbo. The small, white bandeau top wasn’t much more than a wide belt and the pink pleated micro-skirt wasn’t much wider, but it’d be the perfect excuse to get Molly in something similar later. Looking at her shoes, she felt compelled to go with the high platform shoes even if they didn’t explicitly match but should tie in well enough.

Removing the remnants of her latest costume Daddy Lou bought her and tossing them in a pile to the side, Vyki realized she should probably take a shower, but she felt she didn't have time. While it wouldn’t clean her, yet, Vyki felt the berry oil would at least help her smell feminine for a bit, then she could finally get out of all this stuff and take a cleansing shower.

Setting down, Vyki took the user off the remaining oil and lathered down her legs, over her arms, around her neck, even giggling to herself as she felt the tingle as she rubbed it over her plush ass. She spent more time than was really necessary rubbing it over her skin, but she was enjoying the pleasant rush it gave to her body. Feeling her head cloud up as she finished with the oil, Vyki was worried fatigue was coming over her and chugged down the rest of the Surge drink she found.

Feeling her body was prepped, Vyki squeezed into the strip of a top getting it to finally pop over her faux boobs, giggling as the bounced. Sliding up the belt that identified as a skirt, she had it settle on her hips as she proceeded to put the platforms on her feet, locking them out of habit.

Walking over to the mirror, she was greeted with a very absurd outfit, but she was sure would be worn but a bimbo slut if given the chance. However, she was frustrated by the seam of the faux chest shell that ran along her waist seemed to emphasize her slight pouch of a stomach. She felt that along with her essential facial makeup really seemed to belie her attempt at a bimbo.

Looking back to her clothing for assistance, she resigned that she’d have to put a corset back on. However, considering how loose the one Katie tried earlier was and if she wanted to attempt to have an hourglass look, she felt she was left with **** but to put the strictest on.

Putting off the corset as long as she could, Vyki moved over to her makeup and found the stinging lip applicator Katie used earlier and put the base down. Finding a bright ruby lip-gloss, Vyki proceeded to coat her lips for protection. Looking in the makeup mirror, it did a good job of pulling out her lips and accenting them, but now her eyes looked downright drab. Using a deep red shadow, Vyki created an evening look with her sultry eyes while maintaining a bright, open appearance with white highlights giving her a good doe-eyed look after re-applying her mascara. Emphasizing her look with more rouge to her cheeks, she seemed pleasantly happy with her look, teasing up her hair a bit to make it appear big if still a bit wild.

Returning to the cabinet, she pulled out the strict corset only to cause her jeweled training reward to come tumbling off the cabinet where Daddy Lou must have left it from the night before.

Picking it up she was hit with an odd sense of pride watching it shine thinking of how it was something she had earned. She contemplated putting back but held onto it as a thought went through her mind, “wouldn’t a bimbo slut wear it?”

Unable to think of an argument, or really much of anything beyond her current train of thought which would normally worry Vyki but at the moment it just seemed easier to keep going. Grabbing the last bit of oil, she lathered up the shiny plug and rubbed a generous amount around her anal canal, eliciting more than one high pitched feminine moan Vyki’s mind thought sounded sexy as hell.

Slowly sliding the plug in, having to work it back out and then in a few times, Vyki’s mind was pulled to the memory of her naked reflection on Daddy’s car and could only moan and pant, feeling very fulfilled as it popped home. Vyki hadn’t realized how empty she had felt, but it almost seemed comforting having it rub against herself.

With the jeweled plug firmly in place, Vyki plopped down on the bed to slide into the corset. As it probed her deeper, Vyki smiled as she moaned enjoying its familiar touch while she shifted her hips side to side enjoying the teasing feeling. Bending over to put her feet through the slide on corset, Vyki realized that the platforms may make it harder than needed. However, noticing the familiar lock and seeing the keys up on the top shelf out of reach, Vyki felt it was just not worth it and struggled pulling the rigid garment over her large shoes.

However, once that struggle was complete and the binding agent was on her shins, Vyki, though a bit disheveled, shimmed the corset back up her freshly oiled legs; having to stop more than once to stifle the moans as her pulse raced while the plug rubbed against her sensitive internal glands. By the time the corset was finally lined back up with her midsection, Vyki was elated and more than a little aroused. Taking just a moment to catch her breath, she stood up and firmly grasped the ties in a vain attempt to try and copy Daddy’s earlier effort. After struggling but realizing she couldn’t match Daddy’s strength she locked the ties in place and wrapped her arms around her tightened corset remembering the times Daddy held her so effortlessly in his strong arms. She could almost feel him hugging her as she rubbed her plugged end against the bed; her clouded mind drifting off to when he first fucked her on it.

As Vyki started to approach her climax, her mind finally broke through and reminded her she had a task at hand. With a pitiful whine, she slid off the bed and moved in front of the mirror. Rewarded with a very sexy look at her barely dressed form, she was glad to see a bit more womanly shape to herself. However, she felt like something was still missing. Looking at herself the idea of the tons of loud bracelets rang through her head as she looked at her bare wrists. She remembered the ton of costume jewelry she was sent and quickly went over to her cabinet.

Seeing the box at the very bottom of the cabinet, she was worried if her tired head could actually get down that far without falling as she felt the room sway around her. However, she noticed the magnetic cuffs were still in place on the shelf in front of her. Think that they would suffice for the look and add to the submissive appearance, she slapped them on. Realizing she could complete the set with the thigh cuffs, she added those too, proud to have fully dressed herself. She was sure Molly was going to be impressed with her bimbo personified.

Thinking of all the things she loved about a mythical bimbo, Vyki started her walk back to Molly squeaking out one with ever step. “A bimbo is pretty, she’s happy, she’s sexy, she’s perky, she’s slutty, she’s flighty, she’s submissive, she’s easy...”