Not quite yet

Vyki was quickly losing any semblance of how many sessions they were going through and with this being in the dungeon space, there was no window to the outside, and she had no idea how much time had passed. Normally she’d be worrying if she was missing rolling over to Christmas Eve, but her mind was filled with many other thoughts & time seemed moot.

Her body was rapidly looking for some form of release: squeezing her ass to try to pull the plug in, bouncing a bit when she stood still, rubbing her thighs together as she walked to try to intensify the vibrations. They were all subtle actions had she had the mindset or will to perform an introspection she would have seen they were serving no purpose but to drive her deeper, but her mind was driven so much on trying to keep up her act of smile, greet, inform, walk, guide, return, repeat her essential subconscious twitches were going unnoticed by her cognitive brain.

As that proved fruitless, her basic desire continued to look for external means to relieve her lust. Her natural instinct gravitated towards the female persuasion, and she would her mind would picture all the things Paul would love to do with them or things she could do with Molly, but the negative responses were causing an unsatisfying reduction in her desire. However, seeing a return of hunger in many of the men's eyes would encourage her lizard brain to look to them to remove her burden as thoughts of Lou, gas station workers, waiters, and even glory holes filled her mind as possible resolutions.

She was sure the walk back and forth were no worse than what Sir Bill had done to her in her training over and over again teaching to walk, move, and appear like a sexy girl. However, that was in the solitary confines of her home with just Sir Bill’s voice in her ear. Here every person she met exuded their own scent, their own touch, their own energy. This was the contact her lizard brain starved of in her training sessions and now it was being fed tantalizing glimpses in spades. Without her conscious mind to process her reactions, sexual instincts were driving many of her basic mannerisms, optical responses, and facial queues.

In her mind, Vyki was happily greeting and guiding everyone for this holiday session. To everyone else, this was cougar in heat on the prowl that would have been making everyone’s wishes come true if it weren’t for her collar training keeping her in check.

With one particular incident, Vyki found herself flirting with a bear and a twink who both seemed to be receptive to her charms. When the twink asked, “Daddy, can we get a picture with her?? She’s fun!”

“I dunno, cubbie,” the large hair man responded. “I think she may be too much Cadillac for your Vespa.” However, when he pouted, the bear relented. “Alright! Not like the boy could do much in a minute anyway,” resulting in a cheer from the younger man as he jumped up and down clapping his hands.

Eddy noted that Vyki wasn’t discouraging them and was even mimicking the boys jumping a bit indicating her ascent. Jumping in Eddy said, “I’m afraid that won’t be possible. Only pictures with Santa today.”

“Awwwww, you’re no fun,” said the twink.

Feeling oddly denied, Vyki mimicked his childish tone as she pouted, “awwwww, you’re no fun.”

“Vyki, you need to take it down a few notches,” Eddy warned taking a cautionary step towards her.

This warning’s rendezvous with him & his companion bringing her dress to her home. Her heart nearly palpitated out her throat as the routine started again and gasped sharply in filling her nose with Eddy’s sent. “You didn’t want to take it down when you were at my place this morning,” Vyki admonished as she placed a hand on his chest in a motion to keep him at bay but was astonished by feel of his pecs through his shirt.

“Really, Eddy?” the bear asked accusatory, “does Ty know you were with her?”

“Oh, they were both with me,” Vyki replied with a purr as the vibrations continued and she leaned on him.

“It wasn’t like that,” Eddy argued defensively.

“I was just naked between you both,” Vyki said remembering holding the door frame between the two large men as they wrapped her in her corset, gasping as the next wave struck and she recalled the corset collapsing around her as she wrapped her arm around Eddy.

With astonishment the older man said, “I had no idea you two were into kitties.”

“We were just there to deliver her dress,” Eddy said defiantly as he worked to gently push Vyki back.

“I seem to recall you both wanting to watch me prance around in just my heels and corset,” Vyki drawled remembering the two men watching her show off her walk as she looked up at him loving how flustered it made him; made her feel more in control of anyone she’d felt in a while.

Eddy looked at her crossly, “it was to make sure you could walk in the boots we got for you.”

“I noticed you appreciated it then almost as you appreciate me now,” Vyki moaned as she instinctually reached for his rod. Grasping his cock through his pants caused them both shoot their eyes open wide. Eddy was astonished that she was so brazen to do it after being so timid before, but was also confronted with the fact he couldn’t deny that a woman was actually turning him on. Vyki was somewhat surprised she actually did it, but even more surprised at the apparent girth and length as her fingers barely got halfway around it as she slid them further and further along its length before finding the hidden tip.

“Eddy! Vyki!” came a sharp voice that cut through the silenced crowd enjoying the show. “What the hell are you two doing?!?” Heather admonished as she walked up to the table.

“Uh, nothing,” Vyki said leaning back from Eddy and slightly stepping back on her heels feeling caught by her mother as murmurs and disappointed groans seemed to come from the assembled onlookers waiting in line.

“Doesn’t look like nothing,” Heather critiqued as Eddy swiped her hand away as it hadn’t left his crotch when she had stepped back.

“Sorry, Mistress,” Eddy tried to apologize. “We were just...” Eddy was coming up short for an explanation.

“entertaining the guests, Mistress” Vyki said nervously trying to find a way to cover the situation and not face the fact she was envisioning this morning’s session ending completely different with her between the two muscle men.

Heather just raised an eyebrow suspiciously. “Whatever it was, we don’t have time for it,” she admonished. “Eddy, go up front and make sure everyone is inside and out of the parking lot. Then close the doors & ensure they set to lock. Turn off the main entrance’s lights and the sign. We have more than enough in line and we’re already passed the advertised time."

“Awwwwww....” could be heard from the group.

“Don’t worry,” Heather said loudly to the group, “we are going to stay here until everyone that is in line gets their turn with Santa.” Which garnered a round of cheers.

Once the crowd died down and she saw no movement, Heather commanded, “Edward? The door.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Eddy said maneuver around Vyki to get around the table as he effortlessly sprinted to the front.

“As for you,” Heather said turning to Vyki her tone taking on a menacing flavor as she put her finger on Vyki’s chest and pushed her back from table next to the wall. “I don’t give a ratshit what you and Eddy do, but…”

“But…”, Vyki tried to interrupt but Miss H barreled over her.

“But if you hurt that boy in any way; physically, mentally, or emotionally, I will weld cuffs to your wrists & the rack, gag you with a feeding mask and dissect & fillet your body while I get biggest horse dildo to pound your abused cunt until New Years & leave naked on the strip for some cheap pimp to find you, I don’t care who your ‘daddy’ is.”

Pausing to wait for that all to sink in as she saw the horror run across the girl’s face & terror shake behind her pretty blue eyes. “But hell,” Heather started with a saccharine sweet tone, “if you have a magical enough pussy to break his fear of kitties, I’ll buy you a spa day and makeover,” Heather said. Not letting the other woman get a word in, she continued, “but while you’re working for me and greeting my guests you will refrain from fornicating with my boys.”

“But…” Vyki again tried to explain unsuccessful.

“Oh, don’t get me wrong. No slut shaming here. I get it; you’re old enough to be his mother and his built like a herculean adonis. And when that last guest goes in that photo room, you’re more than welcome to drop your panties, bend over the table and have him fuck out what little brains you left. Hell, I’ll pay you to do it if he’s willing to!”

Vyki scoffed at that and tried to get in to defend herself again.

“Oh, don’t give me that,” Heather said dismissively. “Given enough money, any woman would spread her legs for that boy.” Then looked up and down Vyki, “and trust me, I can afford you.”

Vyki continued to look on open mouthed as she continued her verbal onslaught.

“But until we're done here, you are my happy little obedient cuckqueen who is eagerly finding mates for her husband,” Heather finished with sickly sweet tone before shifting immediately into her menacingly, “got it?”

Vyki was still trying to process everything she was describing while trying to shake of the thought of Eddy pounding her on the table or setting up orgies for Sir Bill while she sat in a corner knitting; ‘I don’t even know how to knit,’ she briefly though as her crotch erupted causing her knees to buckle as she saw Miss H twisting her nipples through her dress.

“Am I clear, cuck?” Heather vehemently asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” was all Vyki could meekly respond while she thought ‘at least she’s discharging the batteries.’

“Good,” Heather said as she release her nipples before pulling back not hands and slamming the sides of her tits together. “And I’m not your ‘mistress’”

Vyki grasped her breast as a vibration trickled through her groin, ‘great. Fully charged,’ Vyki though to herself.

“As great as those look, I’d talk to your surgeon because they feel fake as fuck,” Heather said as she looked at her palms concerned while she walked away.

Coming bounding down the hallway, as massive figure came remarkably fleet foot to a stop behind Miss H before she made it out of the entry way.

“Closed up, Mistress,” Eddy said slightly panting. “Had to loop a few inside but it’s all locked up.”

“Very good, darling,” Heather congratulated. “Go finish helping Vyki and keep things moving & we should be done in no time.”

Eddy tentatively looked to table with the lady in red standing behind it and turning back to his Mistress, “is there maybe somewhere else I could be helpful, Mistress?”

Heather turned back to him and took a step, “Considering the season and what she has been doing, I will forgive questioning my orders this once, but I've already dealt with you her and she is going to behavior safe like a good little girl and keep her hands to herself, isn’t she?” she said elevating the last parts to make sure everyone, especially Vyki, heard her.

“Yes, Mistress,” Vyki said feeling compelled after being called out.

Eddy then cautiously returned to his spot behind the table; Vyki maintaining her distance as Heather returned to her payment station. Vyki then took the next set to the door and nearly cringed as she felt the vibrations return halfway there as the continued assaulting her with ever step.