Waits for the next guest

However, she continued to stand there for several minutes and no one showed up. Glancing around to make sure no one was coming, Vyki chanced picking her phone back up to look at the Gadget app to consider how else she could discharge it, or test it out some more at least. Pulling it up, her face goes pale as the charge has gone up to 83% from seeing the bitch off and then her little tirade stomping behind the table. Looking down at her chest, Vyki tries to think how she could not have these things swing incessantly but even just a small bounce on her heels causes her chest to bounce in this low hung dress. That is not going to happen.

With this constant walking back and forth from the room every few minutes is going to do a trickle charge with these things and she can’t exactly walk around holding her tits. Rather than trying to run it all at once, she gets the idea of just regular smaller amounts to trickle a drain rather than trickle a charge. Looking back through the settings, she’s reminded of the regular cycles she would use during training and finds that she can setup a sequence to repeat periodically with breaks in between.

Fiddling with some patterns she sets one up to do a small burst to let her know it’s happening and then slowly ramp up 2, then 3, then finally 4 humps determining that level she can rather tune out without it being bad. She messes with it a few times finding that this almost seems energizing as the mental bordem from earlier is gone and her head is thinking about ideas of how they could improve the app interface as well as some design changes. But Vyki is so lost in this, she only realizes people are coming as they round the corner and state “oh, this looks like the place!”

In a panic not to get caught with her phone out or feel like she’s got caught playing with herself sexually, Vyki drops her phone on the table and switches into her hostess mode with gusto as cover. “Hello and welcome to Northern deLights! I’m Mrs. Claus and welcome to my husband’s little kink abode.”

“Wow!” One lady in trio says, “I just love this dress! That is just hot!”

“Ya, maybe I can ask Santa for you under my tree,” the guy says only to be slugged in the arm by the other lady.

“Have some respect, horn dog!” the slugger says before turning to Vyki, “sorry about him he’s not been let out of the kennel much lately.” Which she turns to stare daggers back at the man.

“Sorry,” the guy says genuinely apologetic, “I was insensitive and let myself get caught up in your beauty. Please forgive me, ma’am.”

“Right,” the first lady said, “we were here for the Santa photos. This the right place.”

“Absolutely,” Vyki says dropping into her spiel about the photos.

Vyki was ready for the inevitable question, but was surprised to hear it from the slugger, “can we have you in the picture?”

“No, I’m restricted from photos,” Vyki says gasping a bit as the Vadget’s routine kicked in while she inadvertently put her hand on her upper chest to steady herself for the impending cycle, “however, you can speak with my husband as he is open to many things.”

Seeing her revere for her collar and honoring her apparent Dom’s rules, the kink friendly trio respect the limit as disappointed as they are they won’t get a shot with the sexy subbie. “Understood,” the slugger said, “we’d each like a couple minutes with Santa.”

“Certainly,” Vyki says gathering each of their information. They elect to have the first lady go in and Vyki leads her over to the door as she peaks in to make sure they’re ready before letting her in.

With the timer running as they wait at the table, the duo of the slugger and the guy sluggee stand there staring at the phones in near isolation while Vyki tries to stand as still as possible to prevent any further charging but doesn’t chance a look at her old phone. At the sound of the timer’s alarm, Vyki swaps the guy for the girl and comes back to wait for the slugger’s turn.

Again, Vyki feels compelled not to touch her phone in fear it would get back to Miss H and stand’s like a near statuette with a smile on her face as she attempts to remain still even as another cycle of the gadget real soon.

“You’re okay with this?” the lady asks out of the blue as Vyki was staring off into nothingness.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Vyki asked sure she had missed something.

“You’re okay with just standing out here looking like some sort of life-sized barbie doll while your Dom is sits in there doing God knows what with everyone that comes through here?” she asks again. “I mean everyone’s got their own kink and that’s fine; just seems so... old school. I’m actually impressed,” she says with genuine revere.

“Oh, he’s not my Dom,” Vyki quickly responds so concerned with being tied to Bill she totally dismisses the other part.

“Oh,” the lady says rather suspicious before judgmentally asking, “is that collar just part of the costume?”

Realizing the lady was going to think she was some sort of poser play acting at BDSM, Vyki tried to jump in defensively, “oh, no! This is uh... collar of protection. From, my uh... Daddy.” Vyki says leaning into the cover scenario she and Molly came up with back in October. She nervously continued the story with, “I’m still kind of new at this but I’m trying to learn and do Daddy proud,” plastering the big smile on her face as she felt the warning vibration start the cycle again.

“Ah,” the lady says understanding the relationship now, “that’s why you can’t have pictures in there and have to stand here like a Stepford wife; it's an assignment or task from your ‘Daddy’ while he’s not here? Makes sense.”

“Riight,” Vyki responds breathlessly as she rides the vibrating waves. “Oh, times up!” Vyki says happily as the alarm goes off. “You’re next,” walking away, “if you’ll follow me, it's your turn next.”

As the guy leaves and the lady starts to go in, she makes a parting comment to Vyki, “well, I for one think you’re doing beautifully and honor your Daddy well. It's obvious you’re still new, but I’m sure you’ll roughen out those issues with time.”

“Thank you,” Vyki says in her role frustrated at the back handed complement. Strutting back to her post at the table, she tries to dismiss the comment while she checks the app. Noting she’s down to 82% Vyki feels like she is in a safe enough spot. She contemplates revving it up higher to discharge more, but feeling her body flex against her training aid, she worries about getting too heated.

She places her phone down not wanting to risk getting caught and goes back to straightening the table. Accidentally kicking one of the boxes under the table she thought was more forms, was actually small Christmas decorations. Looking at the rather plain table before her, she starts laying out a few miniature trees, balls, and fluff to give it a bit of aesthetics. However, just as she starts, the alarm goes off and she guides the last of the trios to Miss H before returning to her table.

With no one else coming around, Vyki busies herself with placing the newfound box of decorations on the table and adding to the theme of the session. Having placed over a dozen items around the table and shifting things, she feels vibrations kick in for at least the third time while she’s been decorating. She’s sure this is more than enough to start discharging.

Vyki picks up her phone and unlocks, but before she can even click the app’s icon, she hears the distinctive sound of Miss H’s shuffle through the hall and immediately places the phone on the table just as Miss H comes around the corner.

Looking at Miss H’s dower face, Vyki holds her plastered smile and says, “hi, Miss H! Everything okay?”

Miss H glares at her irritated at how oblivious the girl seems and firmly says, “no, everything is not alright.” Stepping forward, she picks up Vyki’s phone and holds it to her as she menacingly says, “we have a big problem.”