Molly takes Vyki deeper into her roll

As her second thigh cuff made a loud thunk as it magnetically attached to the bench’s arm, Vyki still wasn’t entirely sure how she ended up in this position. As Vyki had lost her grip and slipped, Molly had stepped back and grabbed her in a gesture of support. However, Molly guided Vyki to lean on the bench. With some soft words and physically guiding her, Vyki now found her body laying over the elevated bench and all 4 cuffs adhering to the support arms of the bench.

With retrospective thought, Vyki questioned the decision to buy the advanced metal supports with the retractable hard points she now found her limbs magnetically attached to. She tried to assure herself with proper movement and strength, she could safely slide the magnets off the points in an emergency; however, as she shifted to try to find some sort of comfort, she was finding no give in their resistance and her limbs seemed to be held firmly in place via the cuffs.

“Comfy, little girl?” Molly asked, noticing Vyki wiggling in place.

Vyki tried to move her upper body as her chest didn’t seem to be situated well and the cushions kept her back in an odd arch; “trying, Mistress,” Vyki replied to Molly’s voice.

SMACK Vyki’s body was abruptly moved forward by Molly’s swift spank of her hand clearly on Vyki’s ass. Vyki’s eyes bulged as her brain tried to comprehend what as happening as her body’s momentum pulled back on the restraints with no motion, only to have ripples of pleasure radiate up from her ass as the plug reverberated inside her, eliciting a moan of pleasure.

“Who am I, cunt?” Molly asked firmly.

Vyki instantly knew what Molly was needing but her muddled brain was having a hard time finding a way to vocalize it as her body still tried to process the sensations. As another loud SMACK rang through their living room, the abrupt pain released Vyki’s mind enough to shout out a high pitched “MASTER” before another moan followed it up.

Molly didn’t let up and continued her inquiries to the flustered slut before her, “and why am I ‘Master’, slut?”

Vyki was again struggling to find her answer and jumped abruptly as Molly’s hand gripped her ass; Vyki was sure it was going to be another swat for delaying and was surprised by the caress. As Molly gripped her plug, Vyki whipped her head around to see Molly stare at her with a crocked grin. It was only as Molly started shifting her hips and Vyki’s vision was pulled down to Molly’s crotch while Molly continued to tease Vyki’s ass that it finally dawned on Vyki’s clouded mind that the bouncing appendage is what Molly was looking for.

Molly, noticing the gears were finally slowly turning inside Vyki’s head, prompted again, “why am I ‘Master’?” with an emphasis as she pushed the plug in further to her ass.

Vyki swallowed deeply and said, “you have a cock, Master.” The moan escaping her lips afterword came from Molly wiggling the deep plug directly against her gland as pleasure washed over her trapped body.

“Good girl,” Molly said generating even more moans from the trapped girl as she continued playing with her plug as she asked again, “so, we’ll try this again: are you comfortable, little girl?”

Vyki’s head was clouding, and she resumed trying to get her chest pillows aligned well and answered, “I am trying, Master.”

Molly could see Vyki struggling with her upper body and identified a potential solution as she grabbed a tool out of their toy bag. “Are your fat titties getting in the way, slut?” Molly asked noting the healthy amount of silicone on Vyki’s chest.

Vyki fiddling with her chest, “yes, Master.”

Molly recognizing an opportunity to keep Vyki’s attention further, steps forward and grasps the back of her head lifting it up against her tight body and displays the sharpened point of the specialty knife from the bag holding its glittering edge in front of Vyki’s eyes, “now, what did I tell you about using short two word answers to me, cunt? Try to answer my question again, bitch.”

Vyki’s brain, seeing the knife and unable to escape in her trapped state, frantically tried to capitulate as she struggled to recall the question. Focused directly on the point with near crossed-eyes, Vyki quickly blurted out “yes, my big fat boobies are getting in the way, Master.”

“Good girl,” Molly complemented as she reached down and began making out with Vyki’s panting lips.

Vyki was enjoying the sensual attention from her partner and quickly loosing herself, when she could feel Molly doing something with her back. She paid it no mind until she felt a large snap and release of pressure as her lips were suddenly left alone in the air as Molly had moved away.

Molly reached over and removed the remnants of the bandeau top she had cut in half. With the tension removed holding them together, Vyki’s faux breasts separated causing her body to fall down further onto the bench. “There isn’t that better, slut?” Molly asked as tossed the useless cloth aside.

Only able to feal the change in pressure on her chest through the fake breast chest piece, Vyki could only feel the pressure shift to the center of her chest as her body almost fell into the bench with faux boobs out of her way. “Yes, that feels better, Mis... Master. Thank you” Vyki responded quickly to Molly barely catching her flub.

Looking at Vyki in her even more prone position, Molly couldn’t help but admire her wonderfully round ass sticking up beautiful and ready for play. “Obviously, you need that more intense training we discussed, but this will work wonders for you.” Putting the knife into the sheath at her waist, she moved back out of Vyki’s view while she examined the tools in the toy bag. Grabbing the one she wanted, she turned her attention back to the practically naked girl on her bench. Seeing her has sway gently and the tiny flirt of her skirt flap in the breeze, Molly was looking forward to this target. “We start with something a little softer, and we’ll see if you really are so slow we need to work up to something more painful, or if you can find some way really be a good learning and take these lessons to heart.” As she had started behind Vyki, Molly had started walking forward to Vyki’s periphery.

Vyki could hear Molly walking closer and she shifted her head to the side to see her. She had to blow some of her red hair out of her face so she could see but was taken a bit back by what she was holding.

“This is obviously not the heaviest thudding flog we own, but with the bunny fur & good leather straps, I’m sure it will get the point across well enough to a new novice such as yourself, slut,” Molly explained. “Now, first question: who am I?” Molly started.

In an almost subconscious Vyki’s mind seemed to lock up and she sat there, wide eye and opened mouth staring at her lover of decades holding a flog at her as she was strapped to a table and didn’t even fully register the question. Only when she saw Molly’s attention focus down and she moved into striking distance did Vyki finally realize what she said. Vyki tried to speak up but only got out “Mi... Ma...” still fumbling as the soft, fury tails came slamming down on her ass, reverberating the plug inside her canal.

“Don’t make me wait, cunt,” Molly admonished. “Who. am. I?”

Vyki’s brain seemed to be shocked by the sensations and losing all focus, but knew she had to respond and instinctively responded, “Mol...” before catching herself and quickly attempting to correct to “Mis...” only to realize her flub and blurt out “MASTER” as she could just make out the tails on the back swing even as she felt them come home knowing she had messed up too much and grunted a moan back to herself for screwing it up.

“We’ll keep going until you get it up to my standards, cunt.” Molly then quickly asked, “who am I?” as she slammed the flog down onto Vyki’s bear ass squarely driving the plug into her.

Vyki shuddered at the firm contact, “You are MASTER.”

“And why am I Master, bitch?” Molly said driving home a solid thud to Vyki’s ass as Vyki put all focus into answering and struggling for the pieces.

Vyki was almost thrilled as she responded with the recent memory that returned, “You are MASTER because you have a cock.”

“Good girl,” Molly congratulated enjoying watching Vyki’s hips almost wantonly shift up for another blow. “Now try and say it another way,” bringing her flog back down on Vyki’s butt again.

Part of Vyki’s mind wanted to critique her targeting, yet a large portion of her brain wanted to thank her for hitting the plug, but another small part was able to keep together enough to do what she knew her partner wanted and responded, “your cock makes you Master.”

“Better, but I still don’t think you’re believing it. Internalize it, feel it, live it, love it, slut,” Molly said almost mocking Paul’s cheesy from before she landed another swat firmly on her ass.

Vyki couldn’t help but moan as she tried to **** herself to sound more believable, “Master, your cock makes you Master.”

“Keep improving, and feel it,” Molly said before she hit her again.

Vyki’s body was feeling more than just slight pain from this and was beginning to feel tingles all over her body she didn’t expect, but quickly responded try to sound more sincere, “Master, your cock makes you Master.”

“Keep going,” Molly said as she made another stroke of the flog.

“Master, your cock makes you Master,” Vyki responded quickly trying to push her feelings down.

“Internalize it, you dumb bimbo,” Molly said knowing she was holding back.

Vyki couldn’t stop the moan this time and said “Master, your cock makes you Master.”

Molly took a few steps around and stood in front of Vyki’s face, “maybe seeing it will give you the ability to grasp the situation more.” Molly then used height and extended range to reach over Vyki’s body and land her stroke clearly in the middle of Vyki’s ass.

Vyki’s eyes jerked open and could see the faux penis in front of her and was surprised at how the new angle of the flog seemed to have the plug hit something only Daddy had seemed to. Vyki responded with a bit more detail, “Master, your cock makes you my Master.”

“Now you're getting it, slut,” Molly smiled. “Give it more,” Molly said coming in with another hit while keeping in Vyki’s view.

Vyki couldn’t help but moan as she said, “Master, your wonderful cock makes you my Master.”

Molly could only smile as she could see Vyki’s arousal rising again, “don’t stop, slut.” Molly then hit her ass again.

“Master, your manly cock makes you my Master.”

Molly just grinned and slammed the flog down again.

Memories of Paul doing something similar to Molly in the past flashed through Vyki’s mind. The pleasure and lust from that seemed to compound with Vyki’s own body rushing hormones through her body as her mind echoed some of the sub’s statements from her memories, “Master, your strong cock makes you my Master.”

SMACK rang out again as the soft, solid tails of the flog landed on Vyki’s ass.

Dozens of phrases from memories continued to **** Vyki’s mind as a moan escaped her lips, “Master, your powerful cock makes you my Master.”

Again and again, the flog would smack Vyki’s ass as she stared at the cock in front of her, the plug reverberating through her body, repeating praising, pleading, submissive phrase after phrase running through her head. Molly could remember saying very similar things in the past and while she was **** at first, she could not deny how hot they make her and how she would enjoy these sessions.

Molly could feel the exhaustion building in her arm even as her heart pounded while she felt her arousal rise and she hit Vyki one more time while the dazed slut squeaked out, “Master, your cock provides such power and strength you must be my Master.”

Molly stumbles a bit and takes the opportunity to rest as she recovers with “good girl,” and moves to walk down the side of the spanking bench to catch her breath out of sight of Vyki.

As the cock moves out of her view, Vyki can only moan and mewl as she feels heat glowing off of her ass while squeezing the plug in hoping that Master is finally worked up enough by her worshipping & flogging to fuck her ass release this arousal coursing through her trapped body.

Catching her breath for a moment, Molly admires the bare ass adorned with the cute, sparkling gem in the middle of it. Reaching out, she slowly strokes along the glowing, soft skin feeling the heat as the girl slightly jumps before moaning and rubbing her ass along Molly’s soft skin. “And if I’m the Master, what does that make you?”

Vyki could only shutter and breath as she felt Master’s hand rub along her butt so close the confining plug stuck in her ass teasing her. She could hear Master’s question but couldn’t comprehend what she was looking for. The smack of Master’s barehand on her tender flesh brought her mind slightly into focus and could listen a bit more to Master’s question this time: “If I am the Master, what are you, girl?”

Vyki’s mind replayed several different ghostly answers Molly gave Paul in the past before it latched onto “your submissive slut, Master.” Vyki was proud of herself for remembering to use so many words for master and pushed her ass to the side to rub the jewel towards Master’s hand hoping for her release.

“So, if Master has a strong and powerful cock, and you clearly do not have a cock hanging between your thighs, what does a submissive slut have between her thighs?” Molly prompted looking forward to hear Vyki admit this.

Vyki realized Master was right; she didn’t have a cock she had something else something that a girl would have, “a pussy, Master.”

Molly firmly swatted her ass, “you can do better than that. Tell me what you have on display for anyone to walk by and see, slut.” Taking the time to look at the faux lips between her outstretched thighs, Molly had to admit Nico & Xane did wonderful work as they appeared virtually real. While she knew it was fake and what it was hiding, she was sure very few would notice even if they were this close.

Vyki shuddered from Master’s flagellation and responded directly, “I have a pussy on display, Master.”

“That’s better, now tell me what you are and why,” Molly said as she stroked circles along Vyki’s ass.

“I.... I’m a... submissive slut with my pussy on display f... for Master to use... whenever she l-l-likes, Master,” Vyki stuttered out from an amalgamation of the dozens of memories running through her head.

“I’m not convinced there, girl,” Molly admonished as she slapped her ass firmly pushing the plug in eliciting a whimper and moan, “convince me, cunt.”

Vyki burst out with a gasp, “yes, Master, I will convince you.” Vyki continued to pant as she felt Master stroke her ass. “I am just a horny, submissive slut who needs your guidance and control, Master,” Vyki squeaked out from pieces of memories hoping it was what Master wanted.

Molly was surprised she got that out and began fiddling with the plug; never really pulling it out but just pressing & twisting it as she pressed on her questioning, “and why do you need that guidance and control, girl?”

Vyki was panting frantically as Master continued to tease her with the plug, “because I leave my pussy out there for anyone to use, Master.”

“And have you let other cocks use you, cunt?” Molly asked as she continued to tease.

Vyki moaned from the continued teasing, but was sure if she didn’t admit honestly, Master could prevent her from reach release at all. Reluctantly, Vyki whined her response, “yes, Master, I’ve let cocks use my ass.”

Molly then kept pressing, “why did you let them, bimbo?”

Vyki could only respond how she felt was what Master wanted and said, “because I’m a slut, Master.”

“Girl, you are slow,” Molly says as she swats her ass. “While I bet you did enjoy those men using you like that, it wasn’t what you were after initial was it?”

Vyki whimpered a bit, “no, Master, it was what I was always wanting.”

“Right,” Molly encouraged as she took Vyki down this path, “you could have talked your way out of the situations you didn’t want if you were smarter, couldn’t you, slut?”

“Ummm...” Vyki hummed while she tried to figure out how to answer that as she was just playing a bimbo now, she wasn’t always like this really. She tried to hang on a thread of hope as she felt another slap break her train of thought.

“I know you’re slow, girl, and I’m sure we both know why you couldn’t talk your way out of it, but I want to hear you say it, cunt.” Molly admonished as she began to push and pull on the plug, never letting the large bass past her sphincter. “Why couldn’t your talk your way out of it?”

Vyki knew what Master wanted and finally admitted, “because I’m a dumb, bimbo, slut, Master.”

“And what do you love, slut?” Molly asked pressing and pulling on her plug.

“I love you, Master,” Vyki said earnestly.

Molly chuckled a bit, “that’s sweet, deary, but as a dumb, bimbo, slut, what do you love to have in your ass?”

Vyki could only focus on the immediate reality, “I love a fat plug in my ass, Master.”

Molly shook her head as she gently swatted the plug before continuing to tease Vyki, “and why does this dumb, bimbo, slut wear a big butt plug for, girl?”

Vyki moaned at all the stimulation doing her best to repeat the question while her brain pieced together an answer as she stumbled out, “this dumb, bimbo, slut wears a big butt plug strut her ass, Master.”

smack “you really are slow. Why do you swing your ass, girl? What are you advertising? What do you want those cocks to do? Why does this slow ass, dumb bimbo of a slut wear a plug up her ass, cunt?”

Vyki spilled out in her breathy air headed voice, “the slow ass, dumb bimbo-slut wants cocks in her ass, Master.”

“And that’s why she wants Master’s control isn’t it, slut? To keep her from fucking ever cock who asks, right, slut?” Molly drove her further.

“yes, Master, she wants Master’s control,” Vyki admitted moaning under Master’s play driving her further.

“Why doesn’t she just dress more conservatively or tell them no, cunt?” Molly was expecting her to push back any moment.

However, Vyki’s other training was kicking in and she spouted off, “Dressing slutty for their partner shows others how much they love their partner, Master.”

“Why not at least wear panties than, slut,” Molly honestly curious what she would say.

“A good slut makes sure she is eagerly available anywhere, anytime, Master.”

“And you want to be a good, bimbo slut?”

“Yes, Master, I want to be a good bimbo slut.”

“So, now that you are Master’s bimbo slut, you will show off your ass to everyone but only make yourself to Master or whom Master approves of; right slut?” Molly asks.

“Yes, Master, I will leave my ass on display but fuck you and whoever else you let, Master,” Vyki said as she whimpered while Master continued to play with her ass getting her closer and closer to cumming.

“Convince me, slut.”

Vyki moaned wanting release so much “Oh, Master, I am your devoted bimbo cum slut and will dress as slutty as I can to show everyone, I am your fuck toy to use whenever you want.”

“Don’t stop, slut”

Vyki tried to press further up to meet Master’s thrusts **** for release, “please, Master, use your dumb bimbo slut. Tell her what you want; she will do whatever you please. Fuck whoever you want. Use her body in anyway, Master. Please, Master, please let this dumb bimbo slut cum. Please, Master, fuck me.”

Molly looked on in absolute lust at this beautiful creature before her, begging to be used and looking to her for such release and was intoxicated with the power; she was loving it.