The sexy, submissive slut

Vyki opened her eyes and looked at the girl in the mirror. She was closer than she had been but she was still very far away, but the sexual smile on her face appeared real. As much as Sir had been telling her could be done, she knew she could make the girl in the mirror do anything she wanted. And he was right, she just had to show confidence and comfort, and people would concern themselves with her much. They might envy her, maybe even revile her if they didn’t want to admit their truth. But in the end, none of it mattered because she was here to be her date’s sexy submissive, and she could make that girl do that.

As a good submissive, she remembered Sir asked her to do something else as well and feeling him still grasping onto the ass she worked so hard to get tight, she looked over at him and leaned down to him. Watching him not pulling back or telling her no, she tilted her head to the side to have her nose avoid his and gently brought her lips to his.

Feeling his soft lips on her painted flesh, she also felt a smooth rendering of pleasure ride across her trapped flesh eliciting a brief moan from her throat. As she slowly pulled away, she opened her eyes and looked her partner demurely in the eyes and whispered, “thank you, Sir,” with an authentic graciousness she knew the role called for.

“NEXT,” came a loud shrill voice spearing through her realm as Vyki realized the people before them in line had moved on. Feeling him press her forward, Vyki glanced behind them to see a woman maybe a decade behind her just smirk and shake her head in a silent giggle. Vyki turned back around to face the attendant as Colin moved them up to the counter; she could see the irritation on the worker’s face clearly annoyed at being delayed in a thankless job. “What can I get you?” they asked with disdain clearly for their job, but no special animosity towards this currently nameless contact.

“We’ll have a large diet soda and a large popcorn, easy butter, no salt,” Colin announced.

Vyki was somewhat irritated that she didn’t have input, but she had told him she wasn’t really hungry. But then she did have to remind herself, it was her role to defer to him, not try to be some powerful feminist; she had put his hand on her ass, and that objectification wouldn’t fit with an independent woman. Just stay content and happy where she is.

As Colin reached for his wallet, Vyki felt his hand leave her bottom and was genuinely relieved he was done with it. While he was settling up with the attendant at the register, another worker had brought the ordered mini-swimming pool and small-shopping-bag of exploded kernels. “Grab those, dear,” Colin directed in a subtle order Vyki couldn’t miss.

Reaching for them, Vyki thought for a moment and added in the “yes, Sir,” she felt would be appropriate as she grabbed them, but debated if ‘hun’ or ‘dear’ would have been more appropriate.

However, her mind quickly shot away from those concerns as Colin’s hand returned to her waist after settling the bill and he guided her away from the counter. After taking a few tentative steps, she relaxed as she felt he was at least being reasonable with that stupid hand placement thing. A sharp <zap> as he continued to guide her to the wing where their theater would be dissolved her of any form of leniency from him. She quickly looked at him pleadingly, but he didn’t move his gaze from where they were going. Feeling another <zap> and no other acknowledgement from him, she asked, “sir, could you take one of these?”

Colin turned to look at her and could see the look of disway on her face, but he merely smirked and said, “no, I’m good. You got this,” and then turned again to look forward giving her another sharp jolt.

Exasperated and not sure what else to do, Vyki placed the overflowing bag of popcorn between the forearm holding the drink and her chest, popcorn spilling out of the bag. She reached back with her now empty hand, grasped his hand and moved it back to her ass instantly feeling a <buzz> as they reached the guide to check for tickets for this wing. Vyki tried to hide the moan as she fumbled with the large bag to get back into her hand to manage it.