She puts her plan into action

Molly’s groggy mind was having a hard time coming out of her hazy dream. Something about a little girl giggling and dancing around, yet she was sure she was back in her living room and still heard the little girl babbling in the distance. Sitting up on her couch trying to rub the sleep from her eyes, she finally heard clicking noises while the little girl sounded like she was getting closer. Blinking her eyes several times to adjust to the light, Molly’s jaw dropped open as she saw the spectacle walk out of the side hallway.

Luxuriating in her award rubbing her internally as she casually used her well practiced swinging gait, the magnets helping make sure her legs swing wide and her hips sway sultry, Vyki enjoyed hearing the click-clop of her platform heels against the floor while she listed off all the things that makes bimbos so good: “she loves cock, she’s only good for sex, she’s...” However, just then she came around the corner and saw Molly staring at her as she blinked. Remembering how she thought a bimbo should great someone, she smiled chipperly as she called out “hiyee!” whiles she gently waved her fingers at Molly.

As Molly looked at the sight before her, she could definitely not deny this was ‘Vyki’. If the schoolgirl outfit she had on earlier was sexy and the see through dress she put her in was slutty, this outfit could only be summed up in two words: fuck toy, as there were no redeeming practical aspects to it.

Whether it be the strip of cloth on her chest exposing boobs above and below or the skirt so tiny she could clearly make out her lips from here, this creature was intending to be used for sex. Moreover, the tight corset and absurd shoes further emphasize she was trying to do whatever she could to appear hot and sacrifice comfort and freedom to achieve it. Plus, the obvious cuffs and collar clearly told everyone she was on the bottom end of the Ds spectrum and looking to serve others.

Molly continued to look at Vyki and only realized she was staring as Vyki’s ass came around as she asked, “so what do you think?” and Molly finally realized the high-pitched, practical little girl’s voice was coming out of Vyki’s mouth. However, her mind was further blown out as her eyes were caught by the sparkling green gem peeking out from under skirt between Vyki’s cheeks while she pivoted around in a circle at the edge of the room.

As Vyki finished making her turn and she saw that Molly was still sitting there slack jawed, she began to wonder if there maybe was something wrong, “Molly?” she asked in a soft tone almost sounding innocent, “you okay?”

Molly finally shook herself out of the daze and stood up with a wide grin, “wow, hun, you have really outdone yourself...”

Vyki was excited to hear that Molly liked it but wanted to confirm she wasn’t just joking, “you really like it?”

Molly through total surprise and wide eyes smile nodded her head and simple said, “I think really displays what you are saying when you talk about a ‘bimbo look’.”

Vyki then smiled and turned from side to side, “see. I told you its not hard to play a bimbo.”

Molly blanched at that and then looked straight Vyki, “oh, I said you had a *bimbo look*.” Molly then decided to egg her on a bit, “but you’d never be able to keep up the bimbo persona and actions.”

Vyki then defiantly said, “I am like so bimbo this whole time. It’s like so ease!”

Molly noticed how Vyki was not using her normal eloquence with your communication but was impressed with her dedication. “We’ll, it may be an okay homage to 80’s movie bimbo girls, but it is a far cry from a... oh how did Paul phrase it... ah, yes *bimbo submissive slut*.” Moly then looked at him with a most mischievous grin. “Do you really think you could do that for any extended period? Actually, play at being a bubbly, bouncing submissive sex toy; do you really think you could handle that?”

Vyki stood there for a moment thinking how incredulous Molly must be to think she actually couldn’t handle it. Shivering her body, enjoying the feel of the air tingling over her skin, Vyki resolved herself to really show Molly just how easy it is to act a total bimbo, “I can like totally handle anything you toss me, hun.”

A very devilish grin came over Molly’s face giving Vyki a momentary pause as she walked up to Vyki. Grasping the ring of Vyki’s collar and pulling her face down towards her causing Vyki’s ass to pop out under her skirt, “you mean, ‘Mistress’, right.... slut?” Molly said wiggling her eyes at Vyki.

Images of Molly guiding her and directing her earlier today flashed through her mind; being shoved into Molly’s bare crotch in the parking garage; serving her in the hardware store. All of it seemed to send Vyki’s clouded mind’s libido into the stratosphere as the last ounce of fear seemed to disappear into her gut as she swallowed deeply before panting out, “like, totally, Mistress.”

“Good girl,” Molly encouraged as she stroked Vyki’s cheek. “You remember where my toy bag is?”

Thinking for only a moment, Vyki was excited she knew the answer to Mistress’s first test, happily answering, “for sure, Mistress!”

“Good, then strut your sexy ass over and go get it while I get the furniture setup for some fun.”

Vyki’s head was having a hard time processing it all and funging words together before she finally processed it. Giggling inanely, she blurted out the silly word that past her mind, “teehee, ‘funiture’” before finally realizing what Mistress said and knew what she needed to do even if she hadn’t put together ‘why’. “Absolutely, Mistress.”

Molly let go of Vyki’s collar letting the inane red head to stand up straight and begin strutting towards the bedroom. Seeing the side of Vyki’s ass cheek sticking out from the skirt, Molly could help but bringing her hand around and playfully swatting the exposed ass cheek. The sudden **** caused Vyki to stumble briefly before moaning slightly before regaining her step. Looking back briefly over her shoulder surprised at the pleasant tingle radiating from her ass while her plug still rubbed internally, Vyki was surprised at the impish grin on Molly’s face but even more surprised how it seemed to drive her arousal even higher.

As Molly saw Vyki’s slutty, jewel-plugged ass disappear through the bedroom doorway, she moved quickly to get the living room set up. She started with the coffee table quickly elevating the center section as she converted it to its alternate purpose. Flipping the sides over to expose the padded leg and arm platforms, Molly double checked to make sure everything was locked in place and the hardpoints were firmly set.

Examining the now transformed spanking bench, Molly was excited and anxious that she was actually going to do this. At the time, Molly balked at the price Master Paul had paid for the custom piece of converting furniture but thinking back to all the fun they had with it over the years, Molly had to agree it was well worth the cost. And now, she pushed down the anxiety thinking that she was about to use it for the first time from this perspective, but she was sure that if Paul, er Vyki, wasn’t up for this, she wouldn’t go through it.

She continued moving the chairs and cushions around when she heard the master closet door close indicating she didn’t have much time. With a deep breath, Molly pulled her sweatpants down and stuffed them under the couch. Smoothing out the spandex leggings she wore under them as she adjusted the strap-on harness’s straps. With everything situated, she found the attachment she had stored away between the cushions. As she fumbled with the attachment’s base into the receptacle on the harness, Molly could hear Vyki whimper and whine as she made her way through the bedroom with the ungainly duffel bag she knew just how difficult it was in platform heels. “Serves him right,” she said to herself before pausing a moment to correct herself: “serves *her* right.”

Molly began to panic again as she tried to attach the familiar phallus to the harness for the first time. It was an included accessory in the custom set she bought three years ago. While she had used many of the other pieces, using this piece never seemed to fit their play style. However, this weekend had definitely changed a lot. Fiddling with it as she continued to hear the jingling of the chains and metal of the bag getting closer, Molly managed to hear a satisfying click as something seemed to finally lock into place.

Vyki slowly strutted through the large bedroom trying to control the stuffed duffel bag containing their various **** toys they had amassed through the years. She’d carried it several times through the years yet, as she found herself perched on these platforms trying to keep her feet aligned as she swung her hips, she found the counterweight of the bag very unmanageable to the point that it literally shoved her onto the master bed driving her award deep in herself resulting in a squeak of a yelp.

Recovering herself, Vyki carefully stood up with the bag and took slow deliberate steps, holding the back against her hip as she made her way back out to the living room. Rounding the corner out of the bedroom, Vyki was rather disoriented seeing how the room changed from when she last saw it. It wasn’t completely distracted, but she was surprised to see the elevated spanking bench surrounded by the floor pillows. She continued to scan, seeing the other chairs and items moved out of the way while the lighting had been softened to almost a tavern level lighting giving the room an almost urban dungeon-like appearance.

Finally grasping the rooms changes, Vyki admired her Molly’s back side surprised to see the tight leggings hugging her legs and ass. She could tell Molly was messing with something, so she announced her presence to her, “I like got the bag, Mistress.”

Grinning at her own joy realizing Vyki hasn’t noticed her wardrobe change, Molly cleared her throat as she slowly turned to face Vyki. Her crotch coming into clear view as she spoke with an attempted-dropped-pitch-voice, “don’t you mean ‘Master’, you air-headed slut.” Molly was attempting to emulate Paul’s insulting machismo he seemed to use when they tried this role-play when things were reversed. Not letting up on the faux masculinity, Molly rubbed the dildo as she swaggered over to the stunned girl before her.

Using her other hand, she grabs the bag to slide it off Vyki’s arm as she tries to hide her own struggle with the weight, “let me take that big bag from you, little girl.” Molly uses the bags momentum to land it on what’s left of the couch cushions to not break the masculine illusion. To re-emphasize the roles, Molly firmly reaches up and grasps the back of Vyki’s hair firmly with her fist, “come here, slut,” pulling her into a deep kiss.

Vyki’s mind is still trying to process everything as it tries to catch up, but is quickly lost in a dance with Mistress’s (Master’s) tongue as she feels her hip thrust forward and the faux cock slides between her thighs kept apart by the cuff’s magnets repulsive nature. Vyki is further surprised as she feels Molly’s hand wrap around her slapping her cheeks right at the jeweled award driving it further into her eliciting a high-pitched moan.

Molly getting quickly wrapped up the girl in her grasp pulling her body into her own thrusting her hips to rock the cock between her thighs. Molly then grabbed the jeweled base and continued to play with it in and out. She was not disappointed with the reaction as Vyki seemed to rev up her make out activates as she squeaked out moans with every joustle and thrust of the anal plug.

Breaking the kiss, Molly asked in her attempted deep voice, “ready for more, cunt?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Vyki uttered breathlessly only to meet with a very firm swat on her ass getting her full attention.

Molly continued to rub her cock in and out between Vyki’s upper thighs as a clue, “try again, you ignorant whore. Ready for more?”

Vyki realized what Molly was after and swallowed hard as she squeaked out, “Yes... Master.” Vyki was reward with a most devilish grin from Molly as she said, “good, cumslut," as a shiver goes down Vyki's spine.