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The embarrassment and shame nearly overwhelmed Vyki as she sat there feeling her puddle cool as her world nearly froze. She considered getting up and running, but she didn’t know where she would run to. She also knew this was what she had tried to push Molly to in the past, while most of her would not wish this on anyone, a growing side of her was trying to devise how she could put Molly through even worse.

“Since you’re having a hard time vocalizing it, let me help you,” Molly said to try to help it along. “At the moment you feel shame and regret. You really wish the earth would just open up and swallow you whole.”

Vyki ventured looking up at her with her head still bowed and gently nodded.

Molly let the non-verbal response go, and kept up, “The rush and exhilaration is gone and replaced with fear.” Vyki nervously nodded. “However, there is a part of you, that wants that exhilaration back. Part of you wants to get back to that high and leave all this anguish in the past isn’t there?”

Vyki realized that she was right. She would give anything to not feel the knot in her stomach and if she could wind back the clock to before this, she would, and timidly nodded her head.

“I need to hear you say, deary,” Molly said to coax the words out of her.

“Yes, I’d rather feel that high then this right now.” Vyki responded nervously. She sat there for several seconds in silence before she looked up and saw Molly indicate she needed to say more. “I’d rather feel the exhilaration than this anguish,” she tried to continue and saw Molly mouth another word. Vyki swallowed hard and repeated it verbally, “Mistress.” She felt the vibrations return and started to feel a rather pleasant sensation return but was afraid of what it meant and tried to retreat back into herself, slumping down as much as her corset would allow. The added pressure from her body caused the ooey goo to spread around between her thighs more and she shifted her hips uncomfortably.

Molly could see the girl’s body shift from side to side at the base of her body and recognized it well, feeling her own thighs moist from her bare sex. “Did the poor slut cum in her panties and ruin them?”

Vyki hated admitting it but saw no point in denying it otherwise she’d probably make some show of it. “Yes, Mistress.” She should have expected it, but the increase of vibrations startled her a little bit and the follow-on rush seemed to dull things a bit.

“Not surprising with how emphatically you announced your truth,” Molly responded with a grin causing Vyki to cringe in the memory of it.

They sat there in silence for a few more moments before Richard returned with the check for Molly to sign. “Thank you again for coming in and I hope to see you again,” he said as he looked at the two of them. Somewhat disappointed the red head was hiding her face, but also noted the nearly full salad plate in front of her. “Would you like me to get you a to go container?”

“Oh, no need, Dick,” Molly said with a bit of emphasis on his name, “we’re not going to be home for a while and the last thing we need is bad fish stinking up the car.”

The waiter thought he saw the red hair shake a bit but replied, “well, again, let us know if there is I can do for you.” Pausing a bit the man turned away wondering if he should have tried to press something more but figured she was ashamed of what they did, so didn’t push her and walked on.

Vyki let out a whispering whine, “what do you mean we’re not going home for a while??” as she stared at Molly glaring at her with a raised eyebrow and held up the app. Vyki promptly completed it “Mistress?”

“We have some errands to run.” Molly said matter-of-factly as she retrieved the check and filled out tip & signature. Grabbing a lip gloss out of her purse, she slid it over to Vyki with a compact mirror, “fix your lips sweety.”

Vyki looked at the makeup items like they were poisonous frogs.

Noticing her hesitation, Molly sent a jolt through causing Vyki to sit bolt upright and wince. “If your Mistress tells you to do something, you do it immediately,” Molly repeated nearly verbatim from memory of the times Paul would have to say that during training.

Vyki knew it was a losing battle to try to protest, so she opened the compact and brushed on the lip gloss with practice ease only having to wipe down a little on the corners. Feeling a little tingle on her lips as she closed up the container.

“Not bad,” Molly complimented her. “Someone has been practicing,” Molly continued as she slowly drove up the speed further. She was honestly glad to see the smile on Vyki’s face, but wanted to push her a bit further. Taking the signed receipt out of the carrier she handed it to Vyki, “kiss the back of it.”

Vyki hesitated and was shocked again. “Yes, Mistress,” she said kissing it, leaving behind a shiny pink lip mark before handing it back.

Molly commanded, “now give me your panties,” as she wrote a note on the back of the receipt.

Vyki’s eyes went wide trying to figure out if she was serious or not. However, the very severe shock and the even more stern look on Molly’s face told her there was no levity in her command. “You admitted they were ruined, and I am not going to have my slut running around in dripping underwear in public. Now slide them off and give them to me.” Molly commented. Seeing a hesitation, she smirked and offered, “or I can call Dick over here to help you remove them if you’d rather.”

She hated the idea of giving up what little protection she had left, but she knew Molly wouldn’t hesitate to bring the poor waiter over. She knew she could stop it, but she knew this would be as far as she could push Molly later. She was sure she could endure more, and she reminded herself it was just a fake covering someone might see anyway; her actual crotch was still covered. Seeing Molly start to raise her hand, Vyki quickly blurted out, “No, Mistress, I’ll do it,” as she lifted up her bottom and reached under her dress to pull out the wet material from between her thighs. She tried to spread her knees to avoid smearing it down her legs, but she still had a small trail on her upper thighs. Seeing the very large clump in the middle, a thought jumped through her head ‘you shouldn’t waste that,’ but she quickly dismissed it as she carefully pulled one heel out of it and then the other. Discreetly folding them she held them under the table towards Molly.

Seeing she finished removing them, Molly stuck her hand out above the table and said, “now hand them here.”

Vyki looked around the empty room to the doorways, but there were still no interruptions or direct observations from the other areas. Slowly moving the wet balled up material above the table, she dropped them in the open hand. Molly rewarded her with another steady increase in vibrations and could see her play toy squirm as she held back a moan.

Molly then placed the soiled panties on top of the receipt, slightly unfolding them carefully with her fingernails to make them lay down a bit flatter. She saw the text at the front of them, “’Fuck Toy’? Fucking brilliant,” she said shaking her head with a chuckle before closing the little check folder around them. “Alright! Extra special tip for Dick.”

Vyki looked at Molly mortified at what she just did, worried about what she wrote.

Seeing her nervous face, Molly eased it a moment by saying, “k, now we can leave.” However, she interrupted her before they stood up, “I will give you some sage advice given to me over and over again when I’ve felt I’ve been in compromising positions. If you cower, cry, and run in fear, everyone will stop what they’re doing to see what the commotion is and concentrate on you. When they see there is no real danger, they will then start to murmur and laugh at you. You will give them that power.” Molly knew this was exactly the same speech Paul had given time & time again to get her ‘comfortable’ with possibly being exposed, but enjoyed watching Vyki squirm knowing what it really meant.

“However, if you smile, hold your head up high, walk with your normal, elegant gait, most will not even notice you. Yes, there may be one or two who catch a glimpse. But if you keep your composure, they’ll likely dismiss that fleeting glance as just a trick of their over sexualized mind. Yes, there may be a prude here or there, but they will usually look away as soon as they see it and not say anything unless someone else does.”

Molly paused for dramatic effect before continuing, “so the choice is yours: give everyone here power over you to try to humiliate and mock you as you cower out of her or fool them all with your head held high and only the most perverted will notice.” They both knew it wasn’t entirely honest, but it is precisely what Paul had said in the past.

“In any event,” Molly said as she stood up, “count 10 seconds after I leave and follow me out. How you do it is your choice; I’m going to go warm up the car.” Molly said with a grin. Noticing the lip gloss and compact, “and don’t forget those. It's some of my favorite,” she said with a giggle as she walked off confidently through the main part of the restaurant to the front door.