A redemption

Bill was slightly perplexed as he hadn’t ever known... her to be a pain slut. Sure, many of his subs have been more than able to enjoy his torturing aspects, but he was not expecting... Vyki to be amongst the group; it was almost more so than Molly had ever been. Knowing this was the last one, Bill pulled the ceramic lid back and with greatly increased momentum, Bill brought the lid firmly down on her ass.

In a split second, several actions all happened at once. 1. The full **** of the heavy little traveling that fast greatly compressed the flesh of Vyki’s ass, which split by a thong pushed out around her hips. 2. With the flesh out of the way, the last bit of momentum pressed forward into the sharp, firm surface of Vyki’s gem topped plug with only the thinnest layer of thong blunting the facets of the crystal. 3. The ceramic vibrated slightly from the impact transmitting it to the metal plug as it pressed further into finding Vyki’s internal ‘g’-spot. 4. The impact and **** caused a small nick in the surface of the lid to fracture off and fall to the floor, coming just short of full cracking and shattering in Bill’s hands.

Vyki was fully ready to respond but as the plug hit home and sent vibrations deep into her glands, she couldn’t help but moan hotly,

“15, thank you, Sir Bill. It is imperative I empower my Mistress with perfected service.” <BUZZ>

Rewarded with yet another set of vibrations, Vyki didn’t even try to cease the moan and just let it linger through the buzzing in her confines before finally standing there leaning against the wall panting.

Bill was surprised by her hot display but was also kicking himself for nearly breaking the large piece of ceramic on her ass. He had known the jeweled plug was there, but in the heat of the moment, he didn’t consider that. He almost cursed her for being so freaking warping to his senses.

However, he shook his head as he couldn’t continue down this route. Placing the lid back where it belonged, he squeezed past her only his jeans lightly pulling her fluffed out skirt as he exited the bathroom. “Follow me, slut,” Bill commanded without even looking back. Hearing hurried clicks of her heels behind him before falling in step behind him told him all he needed to know.

Walking into the spare bedroom, he stopped before the open closet door and turned around seeing a very flush and flustered Vyki standing apprehensively in her maid outfit; her formerly taught hair loosened slightly and beginning to show signs of dishevelment. Her eyes slightly downcast showed clear signs of dilation even from the periphery. “I am sure this is not the way your Mistress intended this gift to be kept,” Bill said gesturing to the disorganized looking closet.

As Vyki looked into the closet and was clearly shocked by the disarray that starkly contrasted the last time she was in here to try on outfits for Molly. Swallowing hard and in a panic tone Vyki attempted to explain, “Sir, I didn’t....”

“Is this your stuff?” Bill abruptly interrupted her.

“Well, yes, Sir Bill...” Vyki answered apprehensively still trying to get her head to contemplate what just happened and looking at this mess afraid Sir Bill is about to find something else to punish her about.

“Should it be situated like this?” Bill continued his basic questioning.

Vyki looked over the contents of the drawers on the floor and even a few items fallen down from hangers on the floor, not to mention the miscellaneous cloth & shoes drizzled along the floor. “N-no, Sir,” Vyki responded nervously, placing her hands behind her back, trying to hold the back of her skirt down, frustrated that he might be about to make her pay for Molly and Katie’s rushed disregard for her things.

“Well, I’m glad you can acknowledge that,” Bill stated unable to hide his frustration. “So, this obviously needs to be corrected, and you are immediately available to accomplish this, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir Bill,” Vyki says excitedly relieved this is just the next task not a form to punish her with and immediately pulls her hand at the side ready to resolve it taking the attention pose without even meaning it even as her vocal training runs in her ear.

“Now, I was patient with you this time, but in the future, it is your responsibility to simply answer the question rather than expect me to go through a full diatribe, because you could already well be on your way to resolving this rather than testing my patience girl. Couldn’t you?”

Worrying creeping back into her voice, she uttered, “y-yes, Sir Bill.”

“Then get this fixed and come see me when it's not a disaster area, slut,” Bill instructed happy to see her sashay past him into the closet. Without another word, Bill walked out of the bedroom latching the door behind him.

Vyki heard the latch and realized she was alone with just her vocal training and hurriedly got to work picking up items. Remembering some of the instructions from porcelain cleaning, she figured Sir Bill might be testing her again and tried saying the new ‘mantra’ he gave, “

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

Rewarded immediately, she knew Sir Bill was keeping an eye on her again and was pleased with her initiative, so she kept up her vocal exercises as she gathered up her items. She was pleased to feel Sir Bill’s periodic rewarding with her.

With the job finished she stood back in the closet doorway and looked at the organized, put together space that Molly had setup for her. She was even glad for the opportunity to re-orient a few things to her desired layout, but it was leaps above where it had been left. Glancing around, she grinned wide and said, “It is imperative I empower my Mistress with perfected service.” What escaped next was somewhere between a giggle and a moan as she shifted her hips side to side as she felt Sir Bill’s reward for what she felt was a job well done. With that complete, she proceeded to the bedroom door to her trainer for her next assignment.

Hearing the bedroom door open and the clicking of heels on the floor, Bill abruptly changed the channel back to the football re-run before Vyki would round the corner. Trying to look interested even though he wasn’t even sure what drive it was on, he waited for her to approach. He contemplated trying to find something to cover up engorgement, but settled for adjusting his pants and untucking his shirt a bit.

With a light and nearly giddy gait, Vyki quickly sashayed over to her trainer and took a waiting pose, ready for her next assignment. However, as she stood there, she took note that Sir Bill had actually turned a bit lest kept in his style by uncharacteristically leaving shirt tails out. She didn’t normally see that unless he was working out, but she took it too mean he was just getting comfortable, and she was glad he was loosening up.

Bill sat there for several minutes trying to get his cock to calm down but was frustrated by the fruity scent wafting off Vyki’s arrival reminding him of several intimate sessions with Molly and that stupid soft porno. He knew Vyki didn’t hold a candle to that lithe slut in the movie, but their artificial red hair and ridiculous maid outfits draw immediate parallels his brain was latching onto. Finally, he spoke up without facing away from the TV, “you really think you’re done this time?”

With just the one earbud in, she was still letting the vocal loop play in her ear but clearly heard Sir Bill question her. “Yes, Sir Bill. The closet and everything in it is organized and up to standard.”

“Very well then,” Bill said accepting her statement, “go make me a wrap.”

Vyki was ready to turn and show Sir Bill how well it was done but was caught off guard again by his flippant commend. “Um, did you not want to inspect it, Sir?” Vyki visibly jumped by Bill’s abrupt turn to face her with a glaring pair of eyes.

Frustrated that she is still not taking direction, Bill yelled out, “did I stutter? Are you questioning what I tell you to do, girl?!?”

“N-no, Sir Bill, I meant nothing by it,” Vyki timidly responded. It seemed like several tense moments Vyki stood there staring into his almost flaming eyes before she ventured, “m-may I go m-make you a w-wrap, Sir?”

“You better,” Bill said returning to the TV not even sure what was on; his anger not just being questioned by his anger at his own lurid thoughts of what to do to... her. Even though the idea of breaking an agreement was revolting, the fact his mind found the idea exciting was infuriating to him. “Make sure you use the low carb wraps and none of that sugary dressing you use.”

“Yes, Sir Bill,” Vyki called out from the kitchen door frustrated with herself for irritating him so much rather than just walking away and doing what he told her to. She knew a good submissive should just accept her orders and not question things; it’s key to the trust knowing that he’s got a plan for things. Just do what he says and trust that he knows where this is going. Vyki let her mind focus on this while she worked on the wrap and the voice in her ear affirmed her conclusion.

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