Yes, sparklingly well

Grabbing the materials from the cabinet, she got to work sink and counter. She was a little frustrated to be doing it now as Paul just did the cleaning a few days ago in anticipation of the kids coming into town. However, she also felt it meant she would probably be done pretty soon.

As Vyki leaned over the counter, she continued reciting her well practice vocal exercises:

A good slut makes sure she is eagerly available anywhere, anytime.
I want to be a good slut. I am a good slut.
The ultimate sign of pleasure is cum.

As she moved away from the counter and back to the sink, she injected the new statement Sir Bill gave her:

It is imperative I empower my Mistress with perfected service. <BUZZZ>

Vyki paused a moment as the vibration was not expected at all. She assumed Sir Bill was just triggering it to distract her, so she redoubled her focus and worked tirelessly on her task while picking up the vocal track.

Cum is so precious it should never be lost or wasted.
A good cum slut <BUZZ>....

Vyki shook her head at falling for what was surely Sir Bill’s attempt at preventing her from succeeding, but Vyki was not going to let it deter her.

A good cum slut <BUZZ>... all her partner's cum.

Vyki was frustrated at how much it was distracting her, but she **** herself to refocus as she scrubs a shine into the faucet.

I want to be a good cum slut. <BUZZ> I-am-a-good cum slut. <BUZZ>

Standing up from the clean seek, Vyki panted a bit frustrated with Sir Bill’s attempts blurting out “Fucker!” <zap>

Feeling the electric shock, she looked around the bathroom for some sort of observation or recording device. She put her hand on the door handle to see if he was listening to her on the other side of the door ready to give him shit for spying....

But she paused realizing he had said ‘don’t open the door until you’re done....’ The asshole could easily be baiting her into a punishment; she wasn’t about to give him that gratitude! Turning around, she grabbed the toilet brush and stared at the girl in the mirror. Knowing she can make that girl do anything she wants; she looked fiercely into her eyes and said her new ‘battle cry’:

It is imperative I empower my Mistress with perfected service. <BUZZZ>

Barley letting a whimper out, she continued her rote verbiage from memory as she goes after her next target with the brush, reciting it in sync with Molly’s recorded voice:

good girls enjoy pleasing others. good girls love to cum.

Scrubbing and cleaning the vile surface, she let her mind go numb with her practiced activities as she let the words flow in sync to her actions trying to tune out how she was dressed and what she was doing.

good girls love cum. I want to be a good slut. cum sluts love pleasure. I am a good cum slut <BUZZ>

Vyki couldn’t stop whimpering as she whipped her head around hoping to glare at her tormentor for the rude interruption. It was frustrating no matter how good it felt!

Panting frustratingly, she turned back to her task at hand.

A good girl likes to be submissive. A good girl wants to bring pleasure to their partner.
It is imperative I empower my Mistress with perfected service. <BUZZZ>

“Uggh....” Vyki groaned quietly as she closed her eyes trying to ignore the heat rising in her.

Done with the current porcelain, she crawled over to work on the tub and shower.

A good girl will dress however pleases their partner.
Looking sexy shows her partner how ready and accepting she is.

She found herself able to zone out further as she tried just to let herself go and do the mindless task, she’d done so many times before only briefly distracted by her chest addition or heel placement. The continued vibrations from Sir Bill continued to distract but she almost found it a game trying to figure out where he was when he would do it. She was sure her training partner had to be watching around somewhere because the timing just seemed to be too good at driving her deeper and hotter. She was sure he was trying to get her distracted but that even drove her harder to be even better for him.

Even as she stood there reviewing her work, she could feel him trying to distract her.

A good girl wants to do whatever she can to make her partner happy.

It is imperative I empower my Mistress with perfected service. <BUZZZ>

Moaning, Vyki stomped her foot looking around in vain again for a damn camera. In maddening frustration, she rips the door open expecting to catch Sir Bill now that she is essentially done.

However, the wall is completely devoid of anyone out there. The only indication she has of anything is light from the TV flickering off the wall from whatever he was watching.

Sighing to herself, frustrated that she couldn’t figure out how he was watching her, she takes one last glance over her shoulder at the rest room before proceeding back to the living room to find out the next inane task he has lined up for her ‘training’.

Listening to her vocals as she walks, she was reminded of walking down this hall many times for Sir Bill; especially how he commented on her swing hips as strutted down the hall. Remembering him watching her from the home security cameras, she repeated the exaggerated walk she was so comfortable with, feeling her layers of taffeta and skirt swaying side to side. She could even feel almost relaxed as her vocal soundtrack played in her ears remembering as she continued to be sexier and sexier with Sir Bill’s help every day.

Walking into the living room, Sir Bill is sitting fixated on the TV and seems to have no inkling of her approach as she glides up and stands next to him opposite the TV. Replaying his final directive in her head, she remembered him telling her to ‘come and wait quietly next to me.’ Remembering her earlier stance lesson earlier, she quickly shifts to the ‘waiting’ pose, spreading her legs and placing her hands behind her back thrusting her chest out as she stares ahead; proud of herself for putting together the implied assignment knowing he was not about to trip her up.

Looking out of the corner of his eyes, Bill can see Vyki approaching. He was glad she made her presence known so well with those sexy heels so he could flip back to the game. He was surprised to find that movie on the streaming service, but he wasn’t sure Vyki was one to be up for watching it.

Hearing her finally stop next to him, he ventured an eye back and could see her legs and chest take on a waiting pose. He took a few beats to make sure she held it before he spoke up, “so, you think it's ready for inspection?” However, he was a little surprised she didn’t respond and instead just stood there.

Turning to face her, she seemed to be just staring into space, but her lips were almost mumbling something as she just stood there. Her pulse obviously racing as her breathing was quick and deep. He called out to her again, “Vyki? Are you done?” Yet, she still remained looking ahead, mouthing something to herself. Examining her more closely, he clearly sees her earbuds still firmly in place.

Impressed by their ability to cancel out his speaking, he makes note to ask where they are from as they could definitely be fun for something else. To get her attention, Bill reaches out to touch her.

Vyki was standing there for several moments listening to Molly moaning her training in her ear in her almost orgasmic tone. Telling her how much of a good slut she is; how she enjoys pleasing others, pleasing herself; how much of a good cum slut she is. Vyki could just barely hear Sir Bill’s show underneath Molly’s intonations, so she focused even closer on her hotter dialogue, getting lost in visualizing her hot submissive ass worshiping cock. Suddenly, a rough, warm touches her upper thigh and Vyki’s mind is ripped back to reality as she nearly shrieks at the invasion and her body reflexively buckles her knee to avoid the hot touch.

Her concentration broken, Vyki looks down in fear and sees Sir Bill pantomiming removing an ear bud, and she is reminded just how good they are at blocking inner-office noise out they were designed for. Sheepishly, she reaches up to remove the earbud closest to him as she gathers her balance again and stands in front of Sir Bill, feeling her heart race from excitement she was sure of being startled out of her zoning and apologizes immediate, “sorry, Sir Bill.”

Bill was pretty sure he heard her gasp and moan, but tried to pay it no mind as he didn’t want to acknowledge his own body’s reaction to it. “I asked, if you were ready for me to inspect your handiwork, girl?”

“Oh, uhm, yes, Sir Bill. I’m ready for you to inspect me. Or it. My work. Sorry.” Vyki said flustered as she continued to hear the dialogue running in her other ear as she tried to communicate with Sir Bill and was having a hard time pushing Molly’s naked form out of her mind.

“Very well then,” Bill says as he stands up in front of her. Still amazed at how she stands about as toll as Molly would in those heels; damn, there was something hot about dominating a tall woman. “Let’s check it out,” he said stepping around her as he heads down the hall.

Not really sure how to handle his response as he walks off, Vyki turns and skitters quickly after Sir Bill as he approaches the restroom.