She is finding her stride with this group

Seeing that Vyki was lost in thought for a while, Gin directed her, “I want some fruit; Vyki, go get me some grapes and strawberries.”

Vyki broke of her droning and plastered a smile on her face as she said, “yes, Sir Gin, I will get you grapes and strawberries.”

Vyki directly into the feast room. On the brunch table, she found some chocolate dipped strawberries, but didn’t see any other fruit except for melons and bananas. She took a few passes up and down the table but didn’t see any out on the table at all or even any trays that would have had them, but she was sure she saw some. Thinking back through, she replayed some of her previous trips. She went back to the fridge and opened it finding a bowl she had apparently seen in passing. Seeing “Gin” taped to the side of the bowl, she was sure this was another freaking test from him. Glad to at least be outsmarting this part of it, she put the grapes on the plate and returned back to the room.

Strutting proudly over to Gin, she offers the tray smugly, “your strawberries and grapes, Sir Gin.”

Gin smirked back at her, “thank you, slut.” Leaning over, Vyki looked him in the eye, “no, thank you, Sir Gin,” as she placed a kiss on his lips.

“Even got me chocolate dipped strawberries,” Gin says taking a bite. “Too bad you were 15 seconds too long.”

Vyki whimpered and resisted the urge to stomp her foot. She opened her mouth to plead her case but was interrupted before she could say anything.

“We can’t continue to put up with these inefficiencies,” Gin warned. “However, I do love chocolate covered strawberries, so I will make you this offer: take your 3 swats now or plead your case about how much better making out with you would be better for me while I finish my strawberries. If you choose to try to plead your case, and you fall short, you will receive 15 swats.”

It might be over confidence, but Vyki was sure that she could get Gin to avoid the spanking. In fact, she had an idea of something that would definitely make not consider the spanking. Reaching for the plate he was holding, Vyki held the plate as she sat down on his lap.

Gin raised an eyebrow trying to figure out what her game was, but it became quickly evident as she picked up a strawberry and held it out to him, “Sir Gin, I’m sure that you are ever so skilled at proper punishing skills.” Gin bite down on the strawberry, “and I know that my speed at serving you and the other powerful men here needs to improve.” Vyki continued offered him more strawberries, “and I greatly appreciate your interest and time in showing my improvements.” As her head kept turning side to side, Gin was sensing an unusual fruit and herbal smell as he took another bite. “But I would so love to show you so much passion and devotion to your lips... tongue.... cheek... and neck....” Each pause was more strawberries with Vyki turning her head back & forth, and Gin could feel something feral about her essence. Something about her seemed... ripe. “Sir Gin, I assure you I could show you such, pleasure.... heat.... desire.” Gin continued to eat listening to her temptations as his breathing and heart rate increased.

“Oh no!” Vyki said almost comically, “that was the last strawberry.” However, she could see the lust and desire she had built in him with her teasing. However, she was barely able to put the plate down on the table next to him, when she felt her pigtails pulling her hair back to him and could feel Gin breath in deeply behind her. Feeling the hair release, Vyki turned to look at Gin and had a mere moment process the near animalistic look in his eyes as he grabbed the back of her head as he pulled her into the deep kiss, the sweet and bitter delicious flavors of cocoa and strawberries assaulting her senses.

Vyki continued to try to mirror his intensity as much as she could, but he seemed to almost be trying to draw the air from her lungs as he breathed in with her nose mashed to his cheek. She tried to catch her breath as she could and felt almost relieved as he pulled her head away from his lips and guided her down to his neck and she proceeded to kiss and suckle his neck. Her head moving around beyond her control as he guided it around. She wasn’t sure how long it had been but even though she heard “time” from Lance, Gin hadn’t let up on her head and she continued to gently kiss the nap of his neck her lips were buried into.

Gin finally relented and she sat up catching her breath. Looking at him with fear but also could deny the lust from the pure intensity of it. Gin’s smirk returned as he said, “thank you, Vyki.”

Vyki swallowed hard, while she answered breathlessly, “no, thank you, Sir Gin,” and proceeded to kiss him for more than just a mere peck. As she separated, she slowly stood up regaining her senses.

Once Vyki was safely standing, Lance spoke up, “Vyki, take this bottle and go get me a brownie.”

Vyki mindless walked over and grasped his bottle, “Yes, Mr. Lance, throw out the bottle and a brownie.” Looking around she could see each of them staring at her as if they were devouring her visually, but Vyki seemed to almost revel in it as she shifted her hips widely glancing back at them.

Tossing the bottle in the blue bin, Vyki found a cookie sheet of homemade brownies, but it was never cut down into pieces. It looked like people had been cutting off as they went but there was no knife around. Vyki looked around quickly, but didn’t see one and went over to the kitchen where she knew they kept utensils. Finding a butter knife she went back over and cut out a piece. However, half of it stuck to the pan and she had to fight with the remainder to get it out. Looking at the disparate pieces, Vyki knew he would not being eating by hand. Finding a napkin and fork, she practical ran back to the play room on the balls of her heels.

Taking a deep breath and forcing a other smile, Vyki opened the door and strutted back over to Mr. Lance. Continuing her little dance with the next whoresman, Vyki said, “your brownie, Mr. Lance.”

Lance then smirked and said, “much appreciated, girl.”

Vyki smiled brightly and said, “no, tha…” Vyki’s response was cut short. She wasn’t expecting that and looked around at the other men to see how she should respond. When all she got was a bunch of wolfish smiles without guidance, she tried to formulate her own response.

Thinking of what Paul would want for a response from a sub, Vyki knelt down in front of him. Keeping her head pointed slightly downward and using her eyes to look up through her lashes, she replied with, “may this girl humbly correct you, Sir, and say, no, I appreciate serving you, Mr. Lance.”

Vyki knew she struck a chord as Lance just sat there staring at her slack jawed. When he continued to not give a response, she looked to the sides her pony tails whipping around. Mock and Ian were both aghast as well, but Gin seemed to have a devilish grin that sent chills down Vyki’s spine. She looked back to Lance afraid she had gone too far.

“That’s all well and good, slut,” Gin said from the side breaking the silence, “but you were still 40 seconds late and that is not signs of improvement. I think that deserves at least a good round of spankings.”

Not seeing any response from Lance, Vyki was sure her fate was sealed. It was only 8 swats; she did that before. She could deal with it again. Bowing her head she slowly stood up to her defeat using Lance’s leg for balance as she replied sullenly, “Yes, Sir Gin.” And started to lean to lie over Lance’s lap again.

“Now hold up,” Lance spoke up. “Gin you might have a point but I’ve already administered spankings and that didn’t seem to work, so I’m going to take the other route. “

Vyki could stop the grin as she realized she just got out of the spanking and gladly let Lance guide her into sitting on his lap. She was biting her lip to keep in the excitement of getting away with trouble like a girl who got caught by mom but was able to talk her way out of it with dad.

As Lance softly stroked her check, Vyki was suddenly feeling calm, excited, and apprehensive all at once. “No,” Lance stated staring deep into Vyki’s eyes, “I want a chance to really kiss this beautiful angel.”

Lance slowly pulled her in closer gently pulling on the side of her jaw until their lips touched in a soft kiss. “Such wonderful lips,” Lance stated before returning another kiss. “So supple,” kiss, “so amazing,” kiss, “such vibrant eyes,” kiss, “such delectable skin”, stroking her cheek as he kissed her deeper.

With each passing moment, Vyki was finding her lust filling more, listening to someone praise her features so sensually, so earnestly was driving her to want more; enjoying every moment of it.

Parting the kiss the couple panted as Lance continued, "such a talented tongue,” returning to her as he saw her grin part lightly, pressing his lips to hers just lightly pushing his tongue to her lips. Vyki hooked her tongue around his as curled his up pulling her into him, she moaned deeply under his control. She continued to lean into him placing her hand to try to brace the weight of her body to keep from crushing their lips into each other’s teeth. She continued her elevated heated session and stopped only momentarily when his lips parted enough to say, “good slut” as she brought up her other hand behind his neck to continue their lip lambada.

As their session seemed to intensity, Gin barked from off to the side, “time.” However neither Lance nor Vyki need to pay any mind as they continued going at it. Mock chuckled a bit as he could see the arm used to ‘brace her was mixing rather rhythmically. Gin spouted off “time, guys,” but again they made no notion of stopping. In frustration, Gin reached over and touch Lance’s shoulder, “Time’s up, bud!”

Lance finally realized what was being said and what it meant and he gently pushed Vyki back to separate their lips.

Vyki moaned at the sudden loss of contact with her partner and leaned her head forward but was just pushed back. Opening her eyes, she looked into Mr. Lance’s eyes pleading to continue.

“I think that’s enough,” Lance said to the pouty eyes before him, “for now.”

Vyki pouted and said “yes, Mr. Lance,” but didn’t make a motion to leave him.

Only when Lance looked down, did Vyki realize where she had placed her hand to ‘brace’ herself. Looking down, she was surprised to see an almost foreign hand grasping the crotch of his jeans clearly gripping his cock. Even more surprising to Vyki was how her fingers continued to kneed along its length as if controlled by an alien presence; only after she stared at it in shock did it click that her fingers were mimicking the subtle movements the gadget seemed to be continuously doing.

Vyki quickly stood up off of Lance’s lap, partly to emphasize the end of the activity to everyone around, but largely to stop herself from going further.

“That was a really hot display there, Vyki,” Ian complemented from the side. “You have a definite knack for showing affection with your lips; a real talent.” As Vyki tentatively looked around at the others she only saw earnest nods. Ian continued, “you really should be proud of yourself for that.”

Vyki was blushing under the attention and adoration, and could only muster a soft, “thank you, Sir Ian,” as she smiled timidly.

Mock continued it, “seriously, Vyki. You have real promise of honoring your Dominant as a talented submissive; it seems very natural for someone so new. You should be proud and explore it more; that's no joke.”

Gin chimed in, “you have definite potential. Obviously, Lou had found a diamond in the rough. Let him know if he wants any assistance or guidance, we’ll be honored to help.”

Lance finished, “trust me, Vyki, you’re going to make some Dom a very happy man someday.”

Vyki was feeling very perplexed but giddy at all this praise as she turned round and round trying to focus on each in turn. Grabbing one of her pigtails part ways through it to keep it from hitting her in the face, she still held onto it in the end almost as a little girl would hold onto a blanket for comfort. With them done singing her praises, she could figure nothing else to say but, “thank you, Sirs, for letting me service you.”

Mock then cleared his throat and spoke up, “speaking of, I finished this water, get me a new one, slut.”

Vyki excitedly spun towards him and grasped the empty bottle, “yes, Doc Mock, Sir, I will be right back with your water.” Vyki felt compelled to truly show she earned their praise and grasped the bottle behind her, lining her back up, shoulders back, chest out, and hips swinging wide with a large, genuine smile on her face she strutted towards the door only stuttering slightly as the latch released when she was halfway to it.

However, after two more of her sultry steps the door had opened fully and Vyki finally saw who was at the door, stopping in her tracks.