Return visitor

Vyki stood at their closet trying to figure out what to wear. Sir Bill had asked her to pick out a special outfit that he would like on her own but didn’t give much beyond that.

She tried to remember more details, but her head kept going to the poundings she had received. Something about them had really gotten her riled up. So much so that when Molly got home, Paul was extremely amorous from pent up stimulation. Molly was more than happy to reciprocate. And when he guided her over to the dining room table & tossed her upon the table, she easily raised her dress & spread her legs to receive him.

Molly was briefly disappointed when he only lasted about 3 strokes with his stiff cock before erupting deep inside her. However, as he pulled out, Paul could see her lack of contentment. As he glanced down between her thighs, he could see a glistening cream coating around the rim of her pussy.

Both thrilled and surprised to have him going down on her within the first 10 minutes being home, the thought of why he was suckling out her cunt as he lapped her pussy never crossed Molly’s mind, but she absolutely loved the feeling.

Remembering back to it, Vyki was glad her thong was now nestled between her still tender cheeks and not rubbing them like those cotton boxers did all night. Turning to look over her shoulder, her face blushed seeing the remnants of the letters and bruising still reflecting in the mirror.

As hot as that was, she needed to find something to wear over her bra and panties for Sir Bill. Thinking back, she could remember a time he was at the dungeon early on and he was confessing to Paul how he had a silly kink of a grown woman willing to dress like a small girl. He went on about something about her admitting to being incapable of something, but Paul had really tuned him out as it was not something he wanted to consider. And now, looking at everything the other girl owned she might be able to borrow, she only saw things maybe a young twenty something or older teen would barely be caught legal in. They might work, but she was concerned she wouldn’t fit in the clothes intended for the other girl’s slim figure.

Resigning to that not being an option she moved back to the other bedroom to go through her cabinet. Looking through her clothes she saw the various sexy, professional like outfits, her workout clothes, stuff from Nico, lingerie, shorts. Placing it all on the bed, she figured she might as well open the stuff from Nico.

Opening the first sealed plastic bag, Vyki was surprised by the romper she found inside with the “Princess” labeled across the chest. The thing seemed enormous compared to the ones the kids had worn. However, the design and the pink scheme seemed right up the alley of what Sir Bill seemed to gravitate towards! As a bonus, the light purple trim even seemed to match her signature lavender too!

Excited about the possibility of pleasing Sir Bill, quickly examined the romper and slid it on. Snapping it into place and feeling it tug on her, she turned to examine the look and her face fell. As she looked at the fit, the shoulders were a little tight and the crotch seemed to pull in the gadget a bit much. Her pooch at her tummy was a little accented without the corset, but the biggest issue was the chest. Even with her faux breast inserts in her bra, the chest hung loosely on her chest and left the word “Princess” wrinkled and illegible.

Crestfallen at the apparent fallen chest, Vyki nearly broke into tears about failing when her eyes fell on the large, blank white box that had come with the romper. Retrieving the box and opening it, she was met with the almost obscenely large, dark purple forms. Holding one up to her chest, she pulled on the other side and saw how it might actually fit. Picking up the other one, they felt like heavy, jiggly bowling balls as she held them up to her chest over the romper. Turning to the mirror, she sides how absurd they looked, but her mind started to drift off.

A distant memory emerged from the depths of a brief trip Paul took to a strip joint with Sir Bill when he was trying to bond with him early on. While Paul kept gravitating to the lithe, young girls, Bill seemed to be caught on this one stripper known as Julie Jugs. With her cartoonish pink hair that was only overshadowed by her nearly equally cartoonishly large breasts, Bill seemed to be lost in her cavernous flesh. Being in the VIP section, Paul was only slightly surprised he talked the girl into using her mammary glands on his glans penis. Paul was not interested in watching and left Bill to his devices, but it was clear to Vyki that Sir Bill would definitely appreciate the appendages even if they were rather ludicrous in size.

Looking at the back of the forms, Vyki read on the plastic seal that she should remove the film, adhere directly to smooth skin, and hold it in-place for 15 minutes. Quickly stripping off the romper, tossing the now seemingly tiny bra and falsies to the side, Vyki felt her natural chest to ensure the laser treatments had left it appropriately smooth and just showering they should be clean. Ripping off the back of one, she lined the divot backing with her comparatively tiny nipple with its minimal flesh backing. Realizing one hand would have to continue to hold the currently mounted one, Vyki’s impatience dictated removing the backing of the other one with the assistance of her teeth.

Carefully placing it in line with her other nipple, she checked the time and suddenly felt the weight really building in her hands. Not wanting to just hold them against gravity, she sat on the bed, wincing as the lingering bruises from yesterday still made their presence known, and laid back letting the forms press into her chest with gravity. Laying there for a few moments, she started to feel a little regret as these forms just seemed obscenely heavy in addition to their size.

As the clock finally indicated 15 minutes had passed, Vyki was feeling the labored breathing really getting to her and sitting up quickly caused stars to run around across her vision. As she sat there for a moment, she felt her torso pull forward as the momentum of the gel weight pulled her forward. Working to sit up straight she was surprised how she lost all view of everything below her chest as these purple monsters.

Grabbing the romper, she pulled it on and struggled mightily to finally get it over the chest until it almost popped into place. Reaching to blindly snap it in place, she turned to face the mirror and was floored by the presentation. Stretch prominently emblazoned across chest, the word “Princess” with the cute crown stuck out like a build board. However, Vyki was thrilled to think how this seemed to envelope so many of Sir Bill’s fetishes at once. Looking back at the remaining items from Nico, she saw the vibrant red wig that she felt might kick it up one more notch for Sir Bill.

Removing her standard deep red coverage, she grabbed the long red hair. Brushing it out, she placed it on her head only to feel it slide under its own weight nearly falling off her head. Looking under the cap, she found similar strips to the back of the forms with instructions to hold it in place as well. Removing the plastic strips and placing the wig on her head in the mirror, she was amazed to see the ends finish beneath the end of the romper.

After letting the wig strips set for several minutes, she let go and felt the wig swing back & forth, and she was sure she added on several pounds today from the accessories. Looking at her silhouette, she was a little disappointed at how minuscule and tiny her straight hips looked especially when contrasted with the gigantic globes.

Glancing back at the cabinet, she spotted the minuscule workout skirts. Grabbing them she found the bright red one that actually matched this wig. Carefully stepping into the skirt blindly, she navigated it over her platforms and slid the short, ruffled garment up to her waist. Looking in the mirror, she was a little concerned that it just barely covered her crotch, but she figured that would add to the allure for Sir Bill.

While the skirt worked well, the mass of loose hair of her wig seemed to be unwieldy and almost wild. Hanging straight from her scalp and cascading down her back, it too just reached the hem of her skirt. With the youthful look, the picture of the stripper wearing basic ponytails in her hair. Grabbing a couple of the scarves, she brushed out even sides and tied large bows in each side causing a column of hair to fall down her shoulders and end up a little higher than her skirt. Twisting from side to side, she felt the hair strands pull on her scalp as they and the skirt flew out from her twirl. Excited about the look, she excitedly clapped her hands before putting all the loose clothes away.

With a fair amount of time remaining, she walked over to her computer and sat to try to get some work done. As her bottom met the chair cushion, she flinched from the tenderness that remained from yesterday’s activities. As she shifted in her chair, she noticed things seemed rather... free and unencumbered, until she suddenly realized it had been weeks since she had sat at this desk without some sort of training aid to assist her form and posture.

She managed to get a few e-mails reviewed and responded to before the alarm for her upcoming session went off. Closing out her work, she took her inhaler, and ensured her makeup and hair were as on point as she could get. Watching a few more videos, she finally put her grooming supplies away as the list timer went off. Excitedly, she shuffled over to her spot and knelt, proud to see how much further her knees were able to get outside the dots. A knot began forming in her stomach wondering if Sir Bill would actually like this outfit or just laugh at her. Was she totally off on what he said?? Had his tastes change overtime?!? Does she have time to go change??

“Well.... hello, Vyki,” Bill said breaking into the silence. He had actually spent several minutes just staring at the creature before him. He knew it was definitely a costume and hitting several different hotspots but definitely not what he was expecting.

Startled, Vyki looked up at him timidly through her coated lashes. “He-hello, Sir B-bill,” she stuttered timidly unable to gauge his approval or repulsion yet.

“I must admit, this is not what I expected you to pick as what Molly would like; I had no idea….” Thoughts of finally getting the lithe blonde done up in ABDL attire. Maybe her even kneeling next to Vyki as bratty playmates; would she actually go for that? Would he even want that??

Vyki was trying to figure out where Molly came into it and looked at him in honest confusion, “what do you mean, Sir Bill?? You said to find something y training partner would like, and I recalled conversations of things you liked in the past…” playing nervously with one of the long pigtails, she quietly uttered, “I thought you’d like it.”

Bill replayed the conversation in his head, “I believe I said, ‘your partner’, but still I’m flattered you’d think so much of my desires.” He could see her face light up at that with a smile. “Stand up in front of the full-length mirror and give me a proper view. “

She was so ecstatic to hear him interested that as she bounded up to begin walking over to the mirror, the severe change in weight distribution of her body nearly caused her to tumble over. Luckily, she caught her balance and leaned on a shelf before toppling over completely.

However, Bill could not help but admire the view of her gluteus as she bent over to catch and steady herself. The minuscule skirt flipped up to fully expose the stretchy fabric of the romper pulled tightly across her ass to be able to make out the still slightly healing welts of SLUT on her skin. But what caught his attention even more was the printed words across her ass that matched the script of ‘Princess’ across her chest: “Sir’s toy”

Finally standing up straight enough to continue her assignment, Vyki giggled as her head still clouded a bit from all the sudden movement even as her chest reverberated from the movement. Maintaining her poise and walking over to the mirror she stood next to it staring at the computer screen in the distance with Sir Bill’s reflection locked on her. “Does this please you, Sir?” Vyki asked in her best sing-song voice as she twisted side to side feeling her skirt swing as her ponytails gently flew to and fro.

This was like staring at a dozen fetishes all warped together at once for Bill. “Yes, this most definitely pleases Me, you little slut.”

Vyki’s squeal of excited pleasure as she bounced in place clapping from hearing her partner explicitly express his pleasure at her almost completely drowned out how he addressed her was completely missed by her consciousness.

“This will fit well with your newest gift. Go and get the next numbered box, Vyki.”

“Yes, Sir!” she exclaimed giddly as she put in extra sway as she walked to the other room to show off how well she could handle the extra bounce of her chest. Pulling out the box labeled number 6, she sat on the bed looking like the caricature of a little girl elated to open her favorite Christmas present. However, what she was met with when she lifted the lid was not exactly what she expected. She stared up at the camera, her mouth agape wondering what he meant by this.

“I can see your surprise there, deary,” Bill responded with smug satisfaction. “You’ve done well tackling the challenge of that mushroom plug and you flew through your training aides. While it is a bit early in the training for most, you’ve accelerated your schedule so well. I felt you deserved this reward early.”

This didn’t seem to answer any of Vyki’s questions as she stared back at the box still with her mouth open in shock. Only breaking from her fear long enough to reach out and grasp the phallus to confirm its reality.

“And with this wonderful outfit you picked out, I think it’s confirmed you have definitely risen to level of attaining this.” Bill said, continuing his diatribe to the self-labeled toy grasping the toy before him. “You see, dear Vyki, that isn’t just a normal anal plug. That is made from a mold of my actual cock.”

Vyki turned her head to the camera in further shock, not even flinching as the wig’s ponytail briefly flew into her still open mouth.

Chuckling at her reaction, Bill continued “don’t worry. It doesn’t actually have that bend in it. I had them add it to this specific version of the toy so it would hit your special spot more easily.” Letting her focus shift back to the fleshy feeling faux cock for a few minutes, Bill gave her some time before he broke her silence with, “what do you say?”

Vyki’s brain still on idle trying to process this autonomically responded, “thank you, Sir.” Tripping her brain out of neutral, the rewarding buzz echoed through her body and loudly escaped her open lips with a blatant moan.

“Good girl! Now find a protective sleeve and some oil for it (you’re going to need it) and get me installed inside you.”

Thousands of objections and problems screamed through Vyki’s brain, but they all seemed to collide and drown each other out as Vyki almost autonomously responded to the directives. Shouts of it being a step too far were nullified as she looked down at her gargantuan chest. Screams of her not wanting it were countered with her desire to please her partner and he wanted it. This internal shouting match continued as she found herself kneeling in the bed, resting on her faux tits while sliding a condom over Sir Bill’s bent proxy cock. Mindlessly slipping out of her mouth, she muttered “I should enjoy giving pleasure to my partner.”

Bill was enjoying the view of the hot, fish girl lasting in the bed as she reached back and undid her romper to fully expose her healing ass with the fading welts. Slipping the thong from her ass crack to one side to reveal her starfish.

Grasping the oily to fully coat her soon to be invader, Vyki almost relaxed as the familiar scent of berries wafted over her almost like a comforting friend. Rubbing oil over the covered phallus, she vocalized her mantra to try to silence the internal conflict, “a good girl wants to bring pleasure to her partner.”

Watching her line up the toy with her ass, Bill gave a final instruction to help ease this along, “remember to take it slowly and ease it in but pull back and gradually work it down and I know you can get it all in.”

She responds reflexively, “Yes, Sir” as she begins to press it in. Her whole mind seems to go silent for a moment as it pops in faster than any plug before it. As she follows the instruction to pull out a bit even though she’s met little resistance, she utters “a good girl wants to do whatever she can to please her partner,” pushing back in ignoring the internal shouts questioning her gender at the moment. Pulling back one more time feeling the head scrape along her tunnel, “a good girl wants to please,” before she begins sliding it back in. Pushing it further inside, she suddenly feels it pop into place and the head rub right on her internal gland. She gasps in shocking comfort as the phrase ‘a slut enjoys feeling pleasure passed through her mind.

Watching her pant with her bare ass filled with his proxy cock, Bill asks, “feels better than that mushroom plug, huh?“

She moans in response as she slowly wriggles her hips side to side feeling the tip rub against her pleasure spot.

“You like having me inside you, don’t you, girl?”

“Yes, Sir,” is her reflexive response as she tries to still process this all.

“I’m glad you enjoy my present, but you need to redress yourself as we still have your routines to get through.”

She reached back and put her thing back in place, moaning as the invader was pushed in a bit more. Catching her breath, she fiddled with the closure trying to ignore the invader rubbing as she pushed and pulled the youthful garment. Finally getting everything back in place, she shifted over and stood up. Shifting precariously to keep her balance she focused on walking to the door the invader poked and rubbed with every step.

As she reached the door to the hallway, Bill barked out, “elbows in, wrists up; give me 10 circuits.”

Fixing her form as directed, Vyki could hear her first step echo on the hard floor as she focused on her gait. Just hearing the second footfall land, she felt a wonderful <BUZZ> reverberate through her body and echo of her visitor. The momentary rush caused her to stumble slightly resulting in a confounding <ZAP> as she tried to regain her balance and avoid twisting an ankle in the cursed platforms.

Chuckling openly in his mic, Bill teased, “I told you the difficulty would constantly be ratcheting up. Consider your next challenge.” As he watched her, he could see Vyki cursing under her breath at him. “Alternatively, you could just give up and call it yet another failed project and add it to the ever-growing list of examples to your own ineptitude.” Bill could see the angry fire well up in old Paul’s eyes staring daggers into the camera as Bill twisted his verbal knife into Paul’s weak spot. “Or it’s just one more week that you can ride to the challenge and actually show everyone how good you are at this and show them all how truly talented you are when you just put your skills to it.” Seeing the smolders burn, Bill “knew he had hit a nerve and struck the right chord of determination and pride. “So, which will it be, deary?”

An anger was welling up inside Vyki she wasn’t even contemplating. ‘How dare he question my resolve after everything I have shown him and every directive I have risen to,’ she thought to herself. Fixing her straight form and placing her arms out, she held her head high, ‘he knows I’m better than this. He’s just testing me. I’ll just show him I ace this shit.’ Taking the first two steps focusing on her form, she received the first <Buzz> but was mostly expecting it and only slightly stumbled. She expected the <zap>, and was able solder on working on her form. For the next several minutes, her abdomen was teased and tormented relentlessly, but she persisted on, and the torments were become less & less, while she was able to focus on dampening the pleasure buzzes to keep her form going even as her breathing increase.

Pleasantly surprised at how quickly she was finally able to work through the measures and attain a good form by the end even with the distractions, Bill was prepped for the next round as he announced, “Good, good. Now relax your arms and give me 10 more circuits and bring in your vocal training.”

Calming her body and taking deep breaths as she turned to start her next set, “I am b-beauti-tiful,” she stuttered as the incessant rubbing played havoc on her faculties.

Bill was again surprised at her subtle reactions; her ‘relaxed’ arms were hanging near her body still, but while the wrists had dropped some, they fell from the altitude of her nipples to the hem of her skirt as she sashayed them at her side. “Keep your focus. You can do this, Vyki.”

It took several passes back and forth but before long, she was finally able to rub out her phrases, though the panting and unaddressed arousal left them dripping either lustful energy, “Dressing slutty for their partner shows others how much they love their partner.”

Bill could sense pulling back quieter to maintain her composer, so he kicked the challenge back up a notch, “louder! You’re barely intelligible.”

Spurred on, Vyki brought forth more **** behind her practiced statements, “A good girl wants to give pleasure.”

<Zap> “I said ‘louder’, girl. “

“A slut enjoys giving pleasure,” she raises her voice as she begins losing focus of keeping her loins in check.

“More!”

“A slut enjoys feeling pleasure,” she says dripping with her growing lust.

“From the roof tops let them hear you!!”

“A good slut makes sure she is eagerly available anywhere, anytime!!” she practically yells as she passes by the foyer feeling like it’s compounding her body’s inching towards explosion…… until ice courses through her veins, freezes in place at the sound of the doorbell chiming.

Billing speaking in her ear, “expecting someone?”

Eyes wide as she stares at the door worried it’s going to suddenly fall in if she makes an indication of life, she lets out just enough breath to whisper a response, “No. No idea, Sir.”

Turning on the doorbell cam, Bill reaches out to the visitor. “Hello, can I help you?“ he asks over the intercom.

“Uh, yes, I’m with LIST here to complete the installation of your safe,” he says holding up his tool bag to the camera, “is this Paul?”

“I’m afraid now isn’t a good time; I’m not home right now,” Bill tried to help out Vyki.

“Oh, um, as we stated in our email earlier, this was the time we had available. I’m afraid we couldn’t come back for weeks, and it wouldn’t be complimentary since you didn’t notify us ahead of time,” the rough man tried to shoot to the doorbell. “I think I heard your wife earlier. She could let me in, and I’ll be gone in no time.”

Switching to his comms with her, Bill called out “it’s the guy from that safe company; he’s here to finish the installation.”

“Fuck!” Paul whispered under his breath as he tried to hobble to the cover of the bedroom before a <ZAAAAP> stopped him in his tracks as he stumbled against the bar stool to recover.

“Where do you think you’re going, little missy?“ Stopping this nonsense in its tracks. This seems all too familiar.

Whispering through gritted teeth, Paul responded “I can’t let him see my like… “ <ZAAP> again promptly interrupting the whine.

“Like what? My sexy, special girl dressing up for me?” Bill called out to get her back in the frame of mind.

“Sexy? “ Vyki raptly responded, “Really? “

“Really. You look like the sexy, slut wife looking to surprise her husband. What man wouldn’t be proud to show that off??” Bill continued to stroke her ego to focus her back. “I have already reached out to the guy, and he thinks I’m the man of the house. This is a prefect dry run before next week. Someone who’s met only Vyki, safe in your home, and professional. Just open the door, let him do his thing, and then he’ll be gone; just like last time”

Vyki stood up straight but timidly shifted side to side as visions of the delivery went through her mind. “I don’t know, Sir….. “

The sudden knocking from the front door startled her as a small yelp escaped. “LIST security, here for your safety, ma’am.” She heard shouted through the door.

“You got this, babe,” Bill assured her remotely. “I’m right there with you.”

“Yes, Sir Bill,” she replied calmly and was rewarded with a <BUZZ> releasing a moan as she felt the raw energy returning to her.

<BUZZ> “Good girl!“ Bill said with a final bit of encouragement. “Just remember your training, keep a welcoming tone, and you’ll be a great hostess. Now go let our guests in with a happy smile.”

“Yes, Sir,” Vyki responds with a moan from the anticipated <BUZZ>. Also rewarded with a pleasant buzz with every step she took, she was relaxing more with each inch forward.

Bill broke over the doorbell intercom out of Vyki’s earshot to calm the antsy looking worker, “I spoke with my... uh… wife and she’s going to let you in. She was expecting me earlier, but I'm tied up with things here and can’t get away. Hopefully she doesn’t take the irritation out on you.”

The worker could hear the distinct sound of high heels on hard wood getting louder as they approached the door while ‘Paul’ rambled on. Standing up straight, he waited for the door to open and look respectable. He knew he didn’t have a chance in hell, but he always had a thing for tall, hot MILFs. As the door opened before him the anticipatory bump in his pants became painfully tight engorging at the vision of the fetish queen before him; or ‘Princess’ as she was labelled across mounds he would surely have remembered.

“Please, come this way,” Vyki gesturing him in. Her eyes darted around hoping there were not any neighbors or wondering eyes around, struggling to keep her happy demeanor. As the visitor just seemed to stand there, she cleared her throat to get his attention as he seemed to stare into nothing. Trying to get his attention again, “Sir?”

The worker finally realized she was talking to him and realizing her gesturing to him in, this amazing woman was asking him to come into her home. “Um, sure, sorry, ma’am,” he stuttered trying to regain his composure.

As he passed by her, she got a musky waft that brought back memories of her college days and workout centers. The fond memories and elation of the wins seemed to lift her spirits. She barely even registered the tug from the faux forms of her chest as he attempted to squeeze past her into the foyer. Closing the door behind them, she moved to walk past him relishing the olfactory memories, “right this way, Sir,” she instructed as she sashayed past him. Focusing on her form and gait, ensuring she cocks out her hips feeling Sir Bill’s plug rubbing inside her against the vibration of every step rewarded buzz of the gadget. Knowing she was Sir Bill’s sexy, special girl and relishing in all the senses going through her body as she led the visitor to her back bedroom.

The worker couldn’t avoid staring at the glorious guide before him. He was only momentarily disappointed to see she wasn’t wearing a thong until processing he could tell because the minuscule skirt easily flipped out of the way exposing the bottom of her juvenile bodysuit griping her ass firmly. It almost looked like there was writing down there too, but he couldn’t make it out. Following down her smooth, tan, glistening legs he was amazed to see the platforms strapped to her feet and yet the grace she still seemed to exude. Were those padlocks, he could only momentarily contemplate as their journey had already taken them to the bedroom as she turned to again guide him to the cabinet. Caught staring, he quickly **** his eyes up to meet hers, totally glad to see her still happily smiling at him.

“Here you are, sir,” she said pointing at the cabinet.

“Oh, uh, ya, thanks. We’ll just drill the holes and shove the bolts in and be gone, ma’am.”

“Sounds great, Sir,” she said as she moved to leave him be and escape further exposure.

Reaching the safe, he opened the doors and was met with more than he ever expected. Different things are considered valuable, but this was the first time he found a wardrobe and what looked like fetish toys. What was worse is the dust and drilling would ruin all of this. He can’t just leave this here. “Uh, miss,” he shouted out to his hostess before she got too far.

“Yes, Sir,” she said leaning back into the room her chest nearly pulling her the rest of the way over, and suddenly realized he was staring at the contents of the cabinet and visions of all the training equipment still laid out from dressing earlier.

“Um, I’m afraid some of these items might be... damaged from my activities, could we uh, move them temporarily?”

“Oh my God,” she exclaimed in utter embarrassment and quickly moved in front of him to hide her equipment. Using her practice hinge, she quickly bent down to grab the gift boxes and equipment. Only once she was all the way down did she suddenly realize she was pushing him out of the way with her butt. Standing up quickly she, turned and nearly smacked him with the faux tits, “Sorry!” as she quickly scurried to put the items down in the closet.

Watching her move, as she stuck her ass out bending over to put the boxes down, he couldn’t help but stare at the words scrolled across her cheeks, 'Sir’s toy.’ ‘Damn,’ he thought to himself, ‘she really is kinky! This Paul guy is damn fucking lucky! Is that a tattoo under there too?’ He slowly backed up trying to avoid the temptation of getting written up for groping another client because she was truly tempting.

She couldn’t believe this stranger just saw all this stuff. He must think I’m a complete weirdo as she continued to move garments to empty out the safe. She kept moving things as quickly as she could and was glad to see he sat on the bed out of the way, but wished he would just not look at any of this rather than continue to stare like that. Grabbing the last item off the floor was the box of various training aids that seemed to have been used so long ago, she stood up and apparently moved a bit too quickly as the masses before her seemed to continue momentum too much. She quickly took steps forward to try to counter the perpetual motion only to finally lose her balance fell forward. To her horror, the contents of the box scattered around the ground before her leading into the closet.

Seeing the woman fall to the floor before him, he gallantly stood up to try to catch her, but was too late as he saw her already kneeling on her hands and knees. He couldn’t help but stare at the array of dildos spilled out before the prone lady; some of them larger than twice his girth. ‘Could she actually take that or is it just a threat?!?’ he thought, but quickly shook his head to get the inappropriate thoughts out of his head only to focus her bodysuit firmly stretched across her round ass. Beneath her pronouncement of her man’s plaything, he could see letters emblazoned under the thinned fabric. He quickly turned away trying to think of any baseball stats, local drinking debates, elder relatives.

In a panic, Vyki quickly crawled around scrounging the phallic aids tossing then in the box wildly. With them finally re-hidden, she slide the box into the closet. Looking over her shoulder, flipping the long ponytail out of the way, she could see the workman facing the other direction; she was sure he was doing it out of disgust or embarrassment. It was all too much for Vyki and she could feel the tears well up as she sat up to try to avoid starting to hyperventilate.

The worker could hear the tell tail noise of a girl about to start crying. He quickly turned around and saw the girl kneeling on the floor away from him. He went over and tried to comfort her, “its okay, miss. Nothing I haven’t seen before. Totally natural.”

Vyki felt oddly calmed by the gentle touch on her shoulders and tried to focus on what was being said.

“Here, let me help you up,” he said as put his hands under her arms.

Vyki could feel the man’s strength nearly lift even her large frame as she quickly moved to get her legs underneath her. She could then feel his firm hands on her hips guiding her around.

“You did a great job getting all your important things out of my way so I don’t get them dirty,” he assured her like he does for his teenage daughter as he guided her over to the bed, “now you just sit while I finish up and I’ll be out of your way in no time.”

Vyki was just so glad to hear he wasn’t freaking out at her; she didn’t even realize she was being ushered over to the bed until it slammed into her shins. While her legs were stopped where they were at, his faux tits continued their momentum forward pulling his upper body along with it. Acting quickly to avoid bending over in front of her guest, she lifted one knee up onto the bed before bringing the other next to it.

“Just rest there and I’ll get my things taken care of.”

Shifting her shins and legs around to thank him and show him she was fine, she faced him and looked up at a rough but very caring soft smiling face that just seemed to be comforting. As he brought his callused hand up to her cheek wiping away a tear, she didn’t know she had, she felt oddly calm by palm on her cheek as she leaned into it and closed her eyes. Breathing in to calm herself, she was enveloped in that familiar musky scent again.

Watching the young lady calm and relax into his hand, he nearly forgot where he was when the 4 hour meeting with bosses about inappropriate touching came back into his brain, his work thoughts quickly returned to the task at hand. “Right, so relax and I’ll be done in a moment.”

“Yes, Sir,” she responded automatically and was rewarded with a <BUZZ>, sharply breathing in as the vibrations hit at the same time as his hand moved away, a small moan escaping her lips.

Shifting the crotch area of his pants, he pulled out his tools to quickly get the plugs drilled out and installed into the safe. Lining up the bit into the hole in the base of the safe, he quickly drilled into the concrete.

With her eyes closed, Vyki slowly tried to calm herself down as she heard the man messing with the tools in his bag. Placing her palms up on her knees she knelt and tried to contemplate calmness. However, as the drill made contact deep into the concrete slab under the floor, a vibration traveled through the stone medium, up the leg of the frame, and into her leg resting on the foot board. This vibration seemed to travel right up her thigh bone, into her hip, and reverberated against Sir Bill’s plug rubbing against her gland, her eyes opening in shock.

As the drill stopped, Vyki was trying to contemplate what was happening. However, the clear processing of her mind was temporarily interrupted again as another drill session seemed to connect directly with her invader causing her to gasp momentarily before biting her lip to hold in response. The worker could hear none of this with the ear protection he wore.

Vyki spent the next pause panting trying to figure out why her cock was trying to press so hard against the gadget and it confines, only to feel the vibrations **** her again as he drilled the next hole. She couldn’t start the next moan from starting and didn’t catch herself leaning back on her heels, a stiletto rubbing against the base of the faux cock inside her caused her to shock open her mouth as it seem to redouble the vibrations up the base of the plug. Only for it to suddenly stop as he finished with the next hole.

Vyki sat there panting for a moment trying to figure out if she was repulsed by this, craving more, needing something else, but her mind went into overload again as he started drilling the final hole. Vyki’s animalistic based nature seemed to naturally take over as her hips shifted rubbing the heel of her shoe against the plug trying to get the tip to hit just the right spot, endorphins and dopamine began flooding her system. A load, guttural moan escaped her open mouth and her one cognitive thought called on her hands to cover her mouth in shame. Remnants of berries and herbs still coating her hands filled her nostrils and seemed to rush through her body along the accelerated transport of hormones through her body.

Switching out his tools and equipment to facilitate the bolts oblivious of the effect of his actions on his hostess, he continued on to finishing the task. As the bolts, threaded into the base, a lighter vibration continued into Vyki’s hormone flooded body as an almost teasing reminder of what she was experiencing before. Instinctively rubbing her hips, she could tell she was close to something but not exactly sure what, but knew she wanted more. As the bolts continued their high pitched whine one after the other, she continued to rock her hips as her trapped, bent shaft leaked unnoticed into her panties. One after the other, her body kept riding on the teasing light vibrations. Her hands no longer called on to muffle moans, the fell onto her faux breasts. Her palms enjoying the soft, squishy texture began instinctively playing with breasts as they had so many times before.

Returning to observe the scene before him after being interrupted to address a customer issue, Bill was surprised to see Vyki kneeling on the bed as he last saw her guiding the worker into the room. He’d have to see if there was a recording to figure out how she got here. Watching her shift her hips forward and back while rubbing her tits behind her guests distracted view, Bill was impressed at her brazenness. Breaking his silence, he called in her ear, “such a good sexy slut,” <BUZZZZZZZ>

Hearing the acknowledging praise from her partner and the rewarding buzz seemed to get her even closer as she moaned even deeper trying to accelerate her movements thinking it would get her more.

Finishing what he was doing, the worker put his tools away and dusted off the area. Removing he his ear protection, he turns to his hostess only to whip his head around hearing her moan so ravishly. Standing up quickly in shock admiring the blatant hussy before him.

Bill noticed the worker’s sudden movement, but as he didn’t see any malice in their guests face, he let it continue to see how it plays out.

Vyki redoubles her effort feeling almost detached as she cannot hear Sir Bill or feel more vibrations but wanting so much more.

Taking a step forward, the worker can see tears rolling from her eyes again, but he’s sure this isn’t from fear or anxiety this time. As he reaches out to wipe her face again, he’s sure there are other emotions behind this physical outlet.

Feeling physical contact again, Vyki moans again as she feels his strength in such a simple touch.

Bill encouraged by her acceptance of the situation, encourages her with a “Good girl,” <BUZZ>

The vibration and contact causes Vyki to open her eyes and mouth in pleasant surprise.

Seeing her severally dilated eyes lock on his eyes with a raw lust, the guest rubs his thumb along her plump panted lips before lightly entering her mouth.

The appendage on her lips triggers memories of her morning gag and she instinctively reached out to guide it in with her tongue as she wrapped her lips around the visitor.

As his hostess accepts his flesh inside her so willingly, he calls out “Good girl,” slowly stroking it into her mouth as he caresses her cheek.

Bill adds in a <BUZZ> to encourage her further.

Knowing this lady is definitely primed and ready, but obviously of the kink persuasion, the guest reaches up with his free hand and grips a fistful of the back of her hair. In a practiced move to pull her filled head back to give her a deep kiss, he firmly pulls on her hair to show her he is in control.

In that moment, several illusions come crashing down around the participants as they can hear the tape of the wig rip away from the girl’s scalp as it travels with his hand and leaves her head behind.

Vyki’s eyes shoot open as cold air rushes across her exposed bald scalp. Adrenaline powers into her bloodstream as she starts to realize she’s just been exposed more deeply than she had been before. It is only after several heartbeats does she realized she is still breathing heavily through her nose as she has not stopped suckling her visitor’s flesh. Shooting her eyes up to look at his face, she does not see lust but shock and maybe horror. Afraid she may be in for a physical fight, she finally pulls her head back his thumb popping out of her mouth as she backs away from him.

As blood rushes through his body and finally allows him to think with a brain not in his pants, the worker realizes he was about to violate a client. Even if she were eager & consensual, it could end his career at a security based company. ‘But why did she have a wig? Why was she bald? Oh fuck!!’ went through his head as realizations really started to hit home. “Oh my God, I am so sorry, ma’am” he blurts out as he unceremoniously tries to place the wig back on her head as he steps back. Turning to hurriedly pack up his gear, he tried to ramble on an apologetic explanation, “I should have recognized it. My aunt was a survivor too and supposedly that’s why she went through things too.”

Vyki was still trying to comprehend what was going on and trying to figure out where she could hide, just glad to see he was leaving. Standing up off the bed to try to head for the closet.

Packing up his gear he turned just in time to see the lady nearly collapse as she stood off the bed. He knew no matter what might happen, he couldn’t let her fall. Reaching out to hold her up, he steadied her, but could tell she wasn’t quite stable.

As Vyki stood, her legs seemed to be weakened from the activities and not fully aware of her body’s actual condition, she was shocked to feel him wrap his arm around her waist but still thankful she didn’t end up on the floor.

Knowing he couldn’t remain, he started guiding his hostess to the front door as he held her up and continued rambling to stop the silence while also letting her know he meant nothing by it. “Really, it courageous to see what you’ve done. I know its tragic to loose such an identifying part of your being, but I’m sure you don’t have to do such unrealistic options. However, regardless you are absolutely gorgeous and your husband is such a lucky man to have such an amazing woman....”

He kept rambling but Vyki could barely process any of it as she could feel his grip guiding her further to the front door. She knew she shouldn’t keep going but she wasn’t sure she could stand without support. She didn’t really feel threatened by him but she wasn’t feeling overly safe. As they approached the front door she turned him to lean up against the wall. Looking down over her chest at the man next to her she wasn’t sure what he was about to do.

“Again, ma’am, I am really sorry for the misunderstanding. Paul is a really lucky guy for you to be in his life and I sincerely apologize for any inadvertent actions taken on my part; you are such an amazing woman,” the worker said before gently placing his hand on her cheek one last time before pulling it back down. Stepping back to make sure she could stand on her own against the wall. Taking a breath and remembering his situational training they made him sit through he dug up the quote from the depths of his memory. “In any event, thank you and your family for trusting LIST with your security needs and I hope you understand my actions are not typical for our company & were not meant in malice in any way. Should you choose to file a complaint with the company they will fully address the situation.”

Turning, the worker left with his tools out their front door as Vyki slid down the wall in a pile of shock and dismay at being discovered. Tears welled up in her eyes as it all overtook her and began to cry in earnest.

“Vyki? I know it was a lot, but you’re okay. You did great,” Bill tried to comfort from afar.

“Great? GREAT?!?” Vyki shouted at the disembodied camera. “I was found out by a safe repairman!! I failed you…” she continued with a whimper.

<Zap> “that is hardly the case, girl!” Bill chided her. “Stand up.” Seeing her **** he continued more forcefully, “NOW!”

Shocked out of her downward spiral from the zap, she momentarily tried to figure out how he could mean that after what happened, but quickly scrambled to her feet as she realized the last thing she wanted to do was to make it worse.

Seeing her fully standing up, bracing herself on the wall he continued, “what do you think just happened?”

Vyki petulantly responded, “the guy ripped of my wig and figured out I’m not really a girl…. <sniffle> Sir.” The laughter coming through her ears almost hurt more than the paddle.

Seeing the unintended pain cross her face, Bill tried to assuage the hurt, “I’m not laughing at the idea of him figuring it out. I’m laughing that you’re so far of and you don’t realize it. “

“What, Sir? “

“He didn’t make you. Quite the opposite. “

She still couldn’t see it.

“babe, you were so converting a mature, sexy, slutty girl that he couldn’t see anything else. When he pulled the wig off, he didn’t see an amazing crossdresser. He couldn’t. His brain tried to process ‘why a woman would have lost all her hair?Why would she suddenly have enormous tits?’ The only logical conclusion his brain could come to: breast cancer survivor. “

Vyki’s brain was experiencing several small explosions. Did she really pull off sexy? Was she slutty looking? Why did she feel like she wanted to?

“He found it more likely that you were a woman who survived a harrowing experiencing and enjoying sexual games & activities with her husband than some guy trying to get ready for a Halloween party. “

Was that really what she wanted to pass as?

“He saw you as my sexy princess and slutty play toy rather than someone trying to pass. The way you played up that hotness really sold it to. It pleased me seeing you get that into and enjoy your body that much. “

She blushed hearing him praise her so much. “I pleased you, Sir?” She shifted on her heels started twirling one of her ponytails nervously.

<Buzz> ‘moan’ <BUZZ> ‘moan’ <BUZZZZZZ> ‘moOOoHhhh’

“Yes, Vyki, you played the good <BUZZ> little <BUZZ> hot <BUZZ> slut <BUZZ> toy <BUZZ>”

Vyki could barely stand and felt like something was about to explode.

“All with me inside you <BUZZ> and you loved it didn’t you, slut?”

“Yes, Sir.” <BUZZ>

“Seems like you had a very good day then, girl. Don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.” <BUZZ> She could feel right on the edge of something. She could almost see it but couldn’t bring herself to it.

“Well, you got some time before the other girl gets there but you have a lot of things to put away. We’ve done a lot of great things today, but we need to go ahead and call it here. Are you going to be a good girl and pick up after yourself?”

“Yes, Sir” She waited for the expected buzzed reward but whined when she didn’t feel it.

<zap> “Don’t whine.” Bill chastised her. “I want to hear you say it. Are you a good girl?”

Yelping from the zap but determined to show him she can please him, “I will pick up after myself. I’m a good girl. “ <BUZZ> she moaned as it cut off still too short.

“Very good!” Bill said pleased with her progress. “While I do have to go, I will still be in you. Enjoy it while you finish your tasks. Have great weekend and your training continues Monday, slut.”

“Yes, Sir.” She responds with a giddiness that masks the inner disappointment of her fogged brain as she hears the connection drop knowing he won’t give her more.

Still, she knows she has a task as she turns to the bedroom to clean up. However, she let’s the moan escape her lips as she feels Sir Bill rubbing inside her teasing her still.

Author's note: Thank you all that have stuck with Paul & Molly for so long and enjoyed my ride so far. I had hoped to have this preamble all done before Halloween this year, but real life dictates other things sometimes & I have to admit to myself I can't do that. However, I am not stopping; it just means it will be on a later trajectory. More cumming soon, gang. We're not done, yet!