She introduces Vyki to submissive training

Molly reached up and grasped Vyki’s collar, “come with me, little girl,” leading her disguised husband over to the bench. Spinning her around, Molly pushed Vyki to land her ass squarely on the side seat of the bench.

Vyki still disoriented from being **** around by Molly... Mistress... Master... her mind having so many conflicts it nearly overloaded as her full weight landed on the plug’s jewel as it pushed against the padding driving deeper into her ass. She couldn’t even stop the high-pitched moan as her body reverberated with pleasure and stars crossed her vision; any thoughts were quickly disappearing. The repulsing push of the magnetic cuffs keeping her thighs separated and left her knees spread wide, but Vyki’s only thought was that she wasn’t falling at the moment as she gripped the seat’s padding with her manicured hands as her platforms’ toes touched the floor.

Molly couldn’t help but stare at the creature before her. While she wasn’t necessarily a classic beauty, the fact the pretty face, sultry euphoria, and sexy attire was actually her husband of many years just added to her allure and Molly’s fascination with her. Looking down over her heaving chest, restricted waist, flouncy skirt, and even supple thighs exposing the convincing slit. Just knowing that it hid the rod that had given her so much pleasure, seemed to drive her to want to show her the depths of pleasure she could attain. The fear of Paul’s judgement and ridicule far from her thoughts as she saw the far away stare in Vyki’s dilated eyes.

Molly knew she needed to show her partner the true pleasure of submission. “Now, you wanna be a good bimbo slut for Master, right?” Molly asked the obviously dazed partner before her.

Vyki knew she was supposed to be but was not able to think of any reason why as the word bimbo seemed to flood her head with other words like ‘pretty’, ‘slutty’, ‘perky’, ‘flighty’ & more while she struggled to think of anything else, so she just nodded in response as it seemed easiest.

Molly thought of all the times she silently responded to Master Paul or Sir Bill in scene and was reminded how dangerous poor communication can be. So, Molly noticing Vyki’s spread, exposed thighs slapped her soft, sensitive upper inner thigh yielding a yelp from Vyki as her eyes sharply focused on her. “I know you’re a new submissive, slut, but you need to ensure you communicate clearly with your Master.” Molly paused for a moment to let it seek in before she continued, “now, let’s try again. You’re going to be a good bimbo slut for Master, right you silly cunt?”

“Ye-ye-yes,” Vyki stuttered. Molly then raised her eyebrow as she grazed her own manicured nail over Vyki’s tender flesh that was still stinging from the hint. “M-m-master.”

“Gooood giiiirl,” Molly drawled out as she stepped forward between Vyki’s spread thighs pushing her back, leaning her against the bench. Sliding her faux cock forward under Vyki, Molly was able to rub against the jewel of her plug eliciting a ragged gasp as it rubbed further inside her.

“Although you’ve had lots of great training on how to move, look, and even act like a slut,” Molly dialogued as she slowly shifted her hips back stroking the faux cock along the plug. “you’ve never been properly trained as a submissive, and if you’re going to play as My submissive bimbo, I’d be remiss if you were not properly prepared and safe.”

Vyki’s mind was being taxed beyond its limit of reason as the plug in her ass vibrated as it rubbed along Molly’s dildo but was able to tell Molly was waiting for a response. “Yes, Mis-ster,” Vyki replied without considering what it meant.

Molly continued to slowly shift her hips forward and back, continuing to tease Vyki as she instructed, “one of the first things you need to remember is as the submissive, you’re exchanging giving power to your Master for him guiding you to pleasure & pushing your limits. However, as much as we don’t want to admit it, we’re not gods and we can’t read minds, so it is imperative you communicate when things are going too far.”

Vyki continued to writhe and moan against her plug as she mindlessly filled the silence assuming she missed she needed to respond, “yes, Master.”

Molly then took to lightly stroking Vyki’s soft face, “now, a key item you need to remember is a safe word.” Molly was amazed at how warm her skin felt and how she trembled under her touch and yet she didn’t attempt to move; the power was intoxicating. “I know you’re aware of the concept, but you’ve never really had to be put in a position where you have needed to. If you’re a good girl and continue your training, you will eventually gain personalized safe words, but for now you need to stick with the classic ‘red’. Understood?”

Vyki was well aware of safe words and worked with many subs’ variation of them, but she was almost insulted at using such a generic safe word and whined her disappointment as she couldn’t find the words to articulate it.

Molly knew she was bordering on petulance and needed to be corrected. She knew Paul’s favorite thing was to pinch her nipples, but that wouldn’t work with Vyki, so she used assets Paul never had. Placing a fingernail at the top of Vyki’s upper thigh she lightly pressed into her sensitive, soft flesh as she brought her finger down further. Vyki immediately gasped from the scratch and tried to pull her knees in to protect herself, but just managed to hold tightly to Molly’s hip as she whimpered while looked into Molly’s eyes; her euphoria quickly interrupted by the sharp pain, but the mental fog remained.

Molly took on a menacing tone, “I won’t ask again, slut. Do you understand what your safe word is?”

Vyki panted with near panic shocked at how much a simple scratch could hurt, but quickly replied, “yes, Master.”

“And what is your safe word, my flighty little pet?”

“r-r-r-red, M-master,” Vyki answered nervously.

Molly then took the back of her hand and slowly stroked up and down the tender scratch, “much better, girl,” sending even more shivers up Vyki’s spine as her rod pulses in its confines.

“So, should you use a safe word when you’re just uncomfortable,” Molly asked as she pressed her nail into Vyki’s bare thigh.

“N-no, Master,” Vyki responded.

“Should you use it when you use it when something just hurts?” Molly quizzed as she dragged her nail down her other side.

“N-n-no, Master,” Vyki continued as she shivered.

Molly then moved the hand on her cheek to place a nail on her neck’s artery, “what about when there is real fear of real, permanent damage?”

Vyki could feel the point the very sensitive spot and nodded her head quickly, “yess, Mistress.”

Molly knew it was minor mistake by Vyki that she probably didn’t even catch but Molly could also remember the numerous times her own Master had used a small flub as an excuse to punish her to improve her (she would also deny it was not enjoyable even if her body indicated otherwise as the memories played in her mind). Reaching up to rapidly grip the back of Vyki’s hair, Molly pulled Vyki’s head back as she whispered menacingly into her ear, “what did you call me, cunt?”

Vyki tried to search through her mind trying to figure out if she reverted to Molly or one Paul’s pet names but her head could only sputter out “M-m-mistress”.

Molly pulled her head back further as her hips lifted up in support, “does a *Mistress* have a cock sticking out of her crotch?” Molly forcefully asked as she shoved her hips forward under Vyki’s crotch to emphasize her point.

Vyki’s fight or flight response was trying to figure out how to get of it but in the rush of blood and panic of her addled mind she couldn’t must up a fight and just shook her head as she squeaked out, “n-n-no”

Molly violently pulled her hair back arching her corseted back against the bench painfully while pressing her thumbnail into her thigh, “no what, bitch?” Molly was surprising herself at the vicious tones and words as she instinctively dug up memories of girls room fights from her youth; not always on the winning side.

Vyki was shocked at the harshness she had never seen in Molly and answered, “N-n-o, M-m-master.”

“Answer it fully, slut.”

Vyki could curse all the times Paul **** Molly to restate questions with that same phrase even in the heat of a session. Knowing essentially what she wanted, Vyki tried to piece together the question as best she could, “n-n-no, Mistresses don’t have clocks, Master.”

“And do I have a cock, bitch?”

“Y-y-yes, Master,” Vyki blurted out before Molly shook her head cause the impaled nail to slide up her thigh as her feet slipped. “Yes, Master, you have a cock,” Vyki rushed out in her squeaky voice hoping that was what she wanted.

“Good girl,” Molly said letting up in her hair and thigh a bit as she kept up the quiz, “a Mistress would have pussy lips between her thighs, wouldn’t she?”

Vyki was barely able to nod before Molly interrupted before she could say anything.

“But a Mistress wouldn’t put herself in cuffs and parade around like a living sex toy, would she?”

Vyki shook her head and Molly continued on.

“No, a Mistress wouldn’t put out her cunt on display for anyone to see,” Molly paused for a moment, “what would you call someone who did that?”

Vyki could remember a very similar line that was triggered through her brain of a session Paul did with her but hesitated to answer.

Molly could see the recognition in Vyki’s face and pressed her again with a jerk of her head and nail, “what would you call a girl who left her cunt on display?”

Vyki could barely stop the “slut” from escaping her lips. And although she was cursing herself, she could feel Molly’s hand griping her hair harder before she blurted out “Master.”

Molly grinned at Vyki correcting herself, but pressed on. “And if she puts on cuffs...” as she stroked down Vyki’s thigh to the thigh band, “and a tight corset...” as she moved up her body up to her neck “and a locked collar...” Molly finished firmly as she gripped inside the front of the collar pressing on Vyki’s throat before she continued “what type of slut would she be?”

Vyki could feel the pressure on her windpipe & was gasping for breath barely filling her lungs. She was struggling to remember what Paul had been looking for before and what Molly had said as it seemed vaguely familiar, but she was struggling to keep up and squeaking with every breath.

Molly could see Vyki struggling to focus but monitored her breath & seeing how she was still passing air she pressed further. Shaking her collar Molly asked through gritted teeth, “what does that make her, cunt?” Molly’s irritation at some of the initial ‘lessons’ Paul did early on with her came out. All the demented and enjoyable pleasure since then momentarily pushed to the side as she drew on her early discomfort for inspiration.

Vyki’s mind finally replayed Molly’s whimpering response her mouth barely eeking out an almost little girl parody of it almost automatically, “submissive slut, Master...” Feeling the hand loosen a touch Vyki gasped a deep breath while simultaneously feeling the cock press the plug deeper into her ass as Molly’s “good girl” was nearly drowned out by Vyki’s moan.

“And *why* does she leave her pussy out and strap herself into bondage, cunt?” Molly said replaying back memories from many years ago.

Vyki whimpered and sniffled trying to hold back as the phrases kept replaying through her mind hearing Molly’s learned answers going through her mind.

Molly squeezed Vyki’s collar pressing on her through momentarily restricting her breath, “answer your Master, cunt!”

Vyki gasping said, “to make herself available, Master,” as she whimpered herself.

“Available to whom, cunt?” Molly probed further.

Vyki knew the answer, but her reality seemed to make it all too harsh to admit. Part of her wondered how she had let herself fill the role so well while most of her mind continued to drown in haze, pleasure, pain, and endorphins.

Molly could tell this of all things was pushing her further than expected, but she wanted to hear it, “don’t make me angry, cunt! Who is she available to?!?”

“Men, Master,” Vyki broke out, “she makes herself *<moan>* available to men, Master.” Molly pushed her cock in again as Vyki answered eliciting a moan from her.

“You’re wearing bondage and showing off your pussy. Are you a submissive slut, cunt?” Molly asked slowly stroking her cock forward and back against Vyki’s plug.

“Yes, *<moan>*, Master,” Vyki responded closing her eyes and enjoying the pleasurable sensations against her ass finding it easier to just respond affirmatively than try to face what it means.

Molly pulled back and enjoyed watching Vyki wriggle her hips trying to rub up against the cock and laughing when Vyki finally opened up her eyes and looked down in shock for the missing cock.

Hearing Molly laugh at her stung almost more than Molly’s nails and looked at her with what was probably meant to be an angry look but just came across as petulant.

“How dumb are you, cunt?” Molly said incredulously.

Vyki looked around honestly confused, not sure what Molly was after, her hips still unconsciously rolling looking for some kind of relief.

“You really are that slow aren’t you, cunt?” Molly pushed again seeing the embarrassment growing on Vyki’s face.

The questions about Vyki's intelligence ate at Paul’s underlying arrogance at his need to be the smartest one in the room. “I’m smart,” Vyki whined sounding like a petulant child.

Molly used this as a trigger to get right in Vyki’s face again grasping her throat, “what was that, cunt?!?”

Vyki startled by her rapid movement stuttered out, “I’m-m sm-mart, M-master.”

Molly chuckled once, “I don’t think you are, cunt,” allowing only a humph to escape Vyki’s lips as Molly continued, “you really don’t even know what you did wrong even with allllll your years of experience and being such an expert at BDSM you still can’t answer a simple question right.”

Vyki was shocked and sat there motioning her jaw up and down looking like some perverted fish while she tried to replay things, sure she must have missed something if she gave the wrong answer.

“Hear I thought you really were smart, but get you a little out of your safe space away from your precious computers and search engines and your completely useless, aren’t you?”

Vyki shook her head incredulously trying to find the answer.

“I thought this was all just an act, but I guess you were really just coming out as your true self,” Molly then positioned herself between Vyki’s knees as she angled to have access to Vyki’s upper thighs emphasizing each world with a slap to a thigh, “just a dumb, <SLAP> ditzy, <SLAP> bimbo, <SLAP> submissive, <SLAP> slut.”

Vyki jumped and whimpered at every swat trying to figure out the answer and feeling interrupted with every sharp pain, sure that if Molly just gave her a moment, she could figure it out, but the haze was slowing her down...

“You’re so slow, you don’t even know what question I’m talking about, do you, cunt?” Molly teased.

Vyki wracked her brain trying to remember what the previous conversation was but could barely remember her own slutty, submissive answers and was quickly loosing Molly’s words in her memory.

<SMACK> Molly hit Vyki’s thigh as she asked, “what question was I even asking you about, you dump ditz?”

Vyki suddenly felt worried and unsure of herself as she struggled to remember and wonder if there really was something wrong with her.

Molly moved forward and gently stroked her cheek and gently said, “awww... you really can’t remember, can you?”

Near tears and suddenly feeling some sympathy, Vyki shook her head against Molly’s soft hand. Vyki was so focused on Molly’s eyes and touch, she didn’t even register the slight rub against her plug even if her body recognized it releasing more endorphins.

“You want me to tell you?” Molly asked sweetly.

Vyki nodded her head vigorously not losing contact with Molly’s hand and inadvertently wiggling her ass against Molly’s cock.

“K,” Molly began with a deep sigh, “but you have to promise to be a good girl and do what I tell you if I give you the answer, okay?”

Vyki was so hungry for an answer she nodded her head again emphatically.

Molly raised her eyebrow expressing her frustration as she moved her hand away from Vyki.

Vyki did catch that quickly at least and said, “yes, Master.”

“Yes what?” Molly prodded.

Vyki swallowed realizing she was struggling just to remember the last question, “yes, uh, I promise to be a good girl, Master.” Vyki was further questioning her mental abilities as more of the question finally came back to her and she spouted out, “and do what you tell me.”

“Good girl,” Molly smiled as she slowly slides her hips forward enjoying the smile bloom on Vyki’s face as she inhaled but never broke eye contact with Molly.

“Now,” Molly didn’t want to delay testing and flatly instructed, “admit to me that you're just a dumb bimbo slut who needs Master’s help.”

Vyki looked at her questioningly for a moment before her world spun and face stung and only when her eyes finally focused on the side of the room did Vyki finally put together that Molly had just slapped her.

“admit to your Master that you’re a dumb bimbo, submissive slut who needs her Master to reminder what to do.”

Vyki still looked at Molly with shock and suddenly found herself looking at the other side of the room her face tingling she put together a little quicker that Molly had slapped her again.

Molly more sternly stated, “tell your Master how much of an slow, dumb, submissive, bimbo of a slut who can’t even follow simple instructions, you cunt!”

Vyki saw Molly’s hand raise this time and quickly squeaked out, “I’m a slow, dumb, submissive, bimbo slut, Master.”

“Who can’t follow simple instructions and needs her Master to tell her what to do,” Molly continued with her hand still elevated.

“who can’t follow instructions and needs Master to tell her what to do.”

“Now put it all together,” Molly led with only slightly lowering her hand.

“I’m a slow, dumb, <moan>, submissive, bimbo <moan> slut, Master, who can’t follow instruc... <moan>”, Vyki was struggling again as her body enjoy Mas... Molly rubbing her cock... dildo... toy against her ass.... plug... award fighting with herself.

Molly was enjoying watching Vyki struggle and felt satisfaction in patronizing her, “instructions and needs Master to tell you what to do.”

Vyki was blushing at the fact Mast... Molly had to help her finish it, and softly repeated, “and needs Master <moan> to tell me what to do.”

“And who is Master?” Molly queried.

Vyki moaned but tried to just get out, “you are.”

<SMACK> Molly corrected to Vyki but didn’t stop stroking her cock under Vyki. “If you want to be more than just a dumb bimbo, you better do more than just two words answer like some little child. Who is your Master, cunt??”

Vyki was shocked by the pain, but it was seeming less as her body continued to pump out endorphins from the manipulation of her glands. Panting more heavily as the plug continued to press into her off and on, “you are my Master, Sir.” Vyki almost cringed by realizing how much she sounded like a simplistic, little girl.

Molly then patronized her again, “see that wasn’t so hard.” Remembering more of Paul’s mental degrading times, she continued, “you really are a dumb bimbo, aren’t you?”

Vyki whimpered as she moaned in time with Molly’s hip movements. However, when she saw Molly raise the back of her hand, she quickly replied, “I am slow, dumb, bimbo, Master.”

Feeling the rush power course through her veins, Molly couldn’t help but feel emboldened to take this further as adrenaline washed any fatigue out of her body. “Considering how slow you are, slut, I think we’re going to have to do some more intense training.”

As Vyki saw Molly stepping away, her mind couldn’t help but be drawn to flapping cock in front of her as she struggled to keep herself on the side of the bench. Her arms weak, her legs stretched and barely supporting her, not even noticing her hips shifting to rub her plug against the edge as she tried to figure out what Molly had in store for her. However, Vyki quickly resigned herself to the fact she was not fast enough to figure it out and waited to be told what to do.