She’s really stepping into her new role

Molly stood there looking at Vyki, getting a little impatient with her. Sticking her hip out to the side and putting her hand on her hip trying to appear more severe, Molly asked again, “pussy got your tongue, slut? What do you think of your mistress's new look?”

Vyki shook her head from side to side pulling herself back to the present. It had been years since she had seen Molly in pants, and the skintight, black leather encasing her legs was a pleasant surprise. The laces on the side tying the pants tightly to her exposed enough skin to let it be known she was still commando. Vyki could feel her trapped rod engorging in its prison as she looked up her fit legs to the seam that seemed to hug her mound tightly. This was topped off with a white button up blouse that was undone enough to expose a matching black leather halter top. She still works the black sandals she wore into the store, but something had been done to slick back her short hair to give her a more severe look. She had also minimized her makeup and left herself just a soft rose color to her lips giving them a definitive feminine look, but also leaving her natural beauty shining through.

Vyki was sharply brought of her mental revere with a small yelp as the unseen crop in Molly’s hand cracked down on the side of her pants as another emphasis of their modified power dynamic as she firmly stated, “answer your Mistress, slut, or I’ll beat it out of your cunt.”

“B-b-b-beautiful, Mistress,” Vyki stuttered out as Molly began walking towards her.

“Good that you recognize that, slut,” Molly said as she looked into Vyki’s eyes inches away from her. She slowly slid the crop’s tress up Vyki’s inner thigh as she continued, “but do you like it?”

A shiver ran up Vyki’s spine as she felt the leather tease up her sensitive leg and she instinctively separated her knees as she manged to breathe out, a “yes, Mistress,” before she could feel a light tap hit her tant indicating the smack she heard was Molly swatting her faux pussy with the crop before rubbing it forward and back.

“Glad you do too, cunt,” Molly teased pulling on one of Paul’s fantasies of fucking Molly in public, “its been ages since I’ve had such strong, powerful, flesh between my thighs in public. Almost makes me understand why you love it so much.”

Hearing the clerk was afraid this bimbo would actually start fucking in the middle of her store considering the euphorically lustful look on her face as her mistress teased her. “So, glad everyone likes your purchases,” the clerk said handing two black shopping bags with strategic tissue paper blocking a view of the contents to the obvious submissive. “Is there anything else you need today?” the clerk said to the domme as they pressed the bags into subs hands.

“No, I think you’ve done wonders for us today,” Molly said to the clerk. Seeing Vyki look down to the bags she was now holding, “no peeking, girl. Just carry those to the car.”

Feeling like a little girl caught looking at Christmas presents early, Vyki shot her blushing face up to look at Mistress and shyly responded, “yes, Mistress.”

“Great! Well, come again if you need anything,” the clerk said walking them to the door to exit before they did something to risk them losing their ‘novelty store’ status.

As Vyki walked with her hands full behind the clerk she could feel the crop sliding up the back of her thigh and tried to focus intently on swinging her hips to keep her balance with her arms weighted down and the sensational distraction Mistress was causing her. Vyki blushed profusely as she heard Mistress say behind her, “oh, I do love how those panties frame your ass, slut.” It was only then that Vyki realized the entire back portion of her skirt was held aloft by the crop and the air flow wasn’t just her swaying skirt, but the fact her ass was completely exposed to the store.

A small scattering of video cases stopped the trio as they could see a rather nondescript mouse of man trying to pick up the display of videos he had run into while watching the red head’s glorious globes exposed by her partner. Vyki hadn’t even realized that anyone else was in the store. She suddenly panicked wondering how much he had seen

“Vyki!” Molly scolded, “look what you made the poor boy do. Apologize to him!” The irony that Mistress was still holding up Vyki’s dress was not lost on her, but she knew what her role was supposed to be. “I’m sorry for distracting you, Sir.”

“Good girl,” Molly said and relished the moan Vyki gave as she revved up the embedded Gadget a bit with the phone in her other hand. “Now go help him clean up his mess.”

The clerk suddenly panicked afraid this bimbo was going to use this as some prelude to a bad porno or scare of the regular customer. “That’s alright; I’ll get it,” they said as they walked over, “you two have a good day and thank you again for coming in!”

Vyki had turned toward the pile of videos but paused to see if Mistress changed her directive. Vyki was relieved as she heard Mistress say, “very well.” But Vyki winced as she felt the crop’s tongue sharply kiss her exposed cheek before the skirt fell the rest of the way down, “thank them for your purchase and let’s leave them to it.”

“Thank you for thong,” Vyki said as she quickly sashayed to door to extricate herself from the man’s view. Habitually holding the door open for her partner while holding both bags dressed as she was seemed to almost further emphasize Vyki’s submissive state which Molly seemed to enjoy encouraging as she placed her hand squarely on Vyki’s ass. Vyki could feel the tip of Mistress’s crop tickling her arm as the handle’s base poked the dress between her ass cheeks. Vyki was sure any minute the sparse inhabitants of the shopping center were going to turn and stare at the duo and easily determine their roles by simply looking at their attire. She quickened her slinking gait to get to their car before any of the half dozen people looked in the direction of their 4 heels clicking on the pavement.

As Mistress opened the back of the car, Vyki placed the bags in the back. As Mistress walked down the passenger side of the car, Vyki was knew exactly what she was doing and was not surprised as she opened the door for Vyki. Vyki held her dress to her and slid down into the care as she said, “thank you, Mistress.”

Vyki was a little surprised as she saw Mistress reach in and grab the seat belt. She remembered the times Paul would do that to Molly to emphasize his control and how it seemed to give Molly a thrill. However, Vyki was a little surprised when Mistress placed Vyki’s wrists on either side of her hips before bringing the lap band over the wrists and snapped the buckle in place. Vyki was then further startled to see Mistress pull the seat belt all the way out and hear it click as it pulled in the slack, she returned indicating it was locked. Vyki was distracted then as Mistress pressed her lips into Vyki’s and gave her a very forceful kiss pressing her body into the seat as her head rested on the headrest. Vyki didn’t register the additional clicks of the restraint as her Mistress’s tongue danced with hers and her groin lit up as the vibrations grew higher.

As their lips separated, Vyki panted and moaned feeling her heat rise even higher. Whimpering as the door closed, she tried to move her arms to hug herself and try to protect her prone state as her crotch continued to **** her mind. However, she quickly found that the seat belt had effectively pinned her arms at the side of her wide waist and her body was pinned back to the seat. Hearing the driver side door open, Vyki tossed her head to the side in time to see the globes of Mistress’s ass slide into the car; the supply leather of the pants caressing her flesh as the leather of the seat hugged her comfortably in the control spot of the car.

Vyki could only automatically respond, “yes, Mistress,” as her head was continuously clouded by the ebbing and flowing of her crotch’s vibrations when Mistress asked, “ready for more, slut?” Vyki assumed Mistress intended to take this play home and pleasurably torment her there.