She keeps her word

Busying herself by organizing the table and laying things out, Vyki tries to distract and calm herself without letting crazy scenarios run through her head. In no time at all, she hears Miss H’s foot falls returning down the hall and looks up expectantly for her return. However, before she sees her, she hears Miss H announce, “and following these signs just around the bend to Santa’s private abode: Northern deLights!”

Coming around the corner, Vyki sees Miss H with a small gaggle of people behind her and plasters on a smile to welcome them. “And there’s the Big Man’s wife now!” shouts Miss H as they all round the corner. “Doesn’t the girl just look lovely in that hot little number!” Miss H continues with a shtick. “Now unfortunately, her husband is a little possessive and isn’t letting anyone else play with her, so she’s our lovely eye candy today.” Vyki’s eyes go a little wider as Miss H continues to lean into the Mr. And Mrs. thing a bit hard; she just saw this more as look than a role. “So sexy Claus, why don’t you be a good girl and tell them what you have lined up?”

Vyki holds back a moan but finds her self a little short on breath as she tries to push back what Miss H has been going on about and focus on her task at hand, “yes, Miss H. Well, we’re asking for your name and some contact info, and as soon as he’s done with our previous guests, I’ll escort you back to the private room with our professional, kink-friendly photographer and um.... the Big Man himself for a 2-minute photo session. After the session you be provided a USB thumb drive containing the high-res copies of your photos. In exchange, we’re asking you to consider a $20 donation to the charity.” Vyki finishes up with a smile as she gently sways back and forth feeling content in her delivery.

“It's disappointing we can’t have a shoot with you,” says one guy from the group, “but is there any limitations you have on what we can do with your husband.”

“Oh, deary,” Heather says jumping in, “that’s between you and Mr. Claus; she long ago signed up for the arrangement to share her husband with the entire world. After all, she gets him for 364 days, there’s no reason for her pretty little head to be concerned about what he does this one day a year. Isn’t that right, little missy?”

Vyki suddenly realized that was to hear, “yes, Miss H.”

“Isn’t she such a good little submissive for ol’ St. Nick?” Heather said to the assembled crowd.

“If I had someone like that at home, I probably wouldn’t leave the whole year either,” said one greasy looking man in the back with button up short sleeved shirt and tan pants with suspenders capped off with a pair of glasses that had the main scream ‘lonely nerd’.

“Fair enough, Arnold,” Heather confirms. “I also hear he’s quite the amorous lover too with knowledge from all over the world making sure she never has a dull night in her service to him.” Almost on que this triggered a blush in Vyki that could normally be interpreted as embarrassment but with her plastered smile and overlooking height it came of as more flush and arousal which Heather just couldn’t help but play off. “The poor thing is getting hot and flustered just thinking about it.” Which earned a light chuckle from the small group. “But a good girl like her deserves at least one night of rest,” triggering yet another rush in Vyki’s briefs.

“Alright, little missy,” Heather said to get Vyki back focused and out of her play arc, “get this people all recorded and lined up, and I’ll let the rest of our party know the first round of guests have arrived.”

“Yes, Miss H,” Vyki says relieved whatever story Miss H was spinning is finally done. As she’s pulling out enough strips for the timers, she notices Miss H discretely place her phone face down on the table.

Vyki goes to pick it up, only to have Miss H’s forceful hand land heavily over it. Leaning in Miss H reminds her with hushed whisper, “this is to be used for communications from your Daddy only. No games, no browsing. I find you violating it, I will get your Daddy to let me spank that pretty little ass of yours.”

Seeing Miss H’s eyes star daggers up into Vyki’s eyes, Vyki could only gently nod before Miss H continued, “I checked and only a couple notifications from your sister-in-law so not that urgent. Leave it alone and get these people taken care of.”

“Yes, Miss H,” Vyki responds quietly as Miss H seems to be immoveable. Assuming she meant for her to move her hand away, Vyki slowly slides her hand out from under Miss H’s pressure.

“Good girl, sexy Claus!” Miss H says as the girl stands back up with a noticeably cute whimper of a moan. Miss H is sure this girl is the epitome of naturally submissive slut. “Alright, I’ll leave you in her capable hands and catch you lot on the other side.”

Looking nervously at her phone she sees Miss H look over her shoulder at Vyki and indicate she’s watching her.

Turning to the man in front, Vyki smiles wide, “and you, sir, could I get your name and phone number or e-mail?”

Vyki gets through the 4 individuals and couple’s information before she walks back to the room, “let me make sure they’re ready and I’ll be right back.” Sashaying over to the room, Vyki sticks her head in, “y’all ready for your first victim?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Regina says eagerly to the lovely red head peaking in drawing everyone’s attention before she slowly sits back down.

Vyki then looks to the photographer and Sir Bill, and they both agree, “yes, we’re ready,” Sir Bill confirms.

“Alright, be right back,” Vyki confirms as she sways back to the desk, grabs a timer, and the slip of paper for the first guy. “Follow me, sir,” Vyki says turning to walk back to the room.

“Gladly, ma’am” he says as he watches her short skirt sway side to side give peaks of her spandex encased bottom.

As they get to the door, Vyki turns around and hands him his slip of paper, “give this to the assistant inside, Regina, and have fun.” Then opens the door for the man to walk in.

“You sure I can’t get some shots with you?” the guy tries one more time.

“No, sir,” Vyki replies, “its outside my limits.”

“Well, I’ll just have to hold a picture in my mind,” the man says as she closes the door behind him, rolling her eyes after the door closes while she walks back to the table and starts the table.

After Vyki got the last member of the first group in the room, she returned back to the table to start their timer. Without anyone else around, she glanced around to make sure Miss H wasn’t coming.

Chancing a quick use of her phone, she picks it up and starts the Gadget app and quickly goes through the settings and disables the audible triggers. Browsing back to the main window, she’s surprised to see the battery is up to 80%. Holding down the activation button she feels the motors light up around her trapped member and keeps an eye on the battery number. After several seconds, she tries to maintain her breathing and without seeing the battery level changing she increases the intensity, and forces her eyes closed. Getting her mind back in focus, she slowly opens her eyes seeing no change on the number her mind begins to panic as she feels pressure inside building.

Her mind is going thousands of directions as she sees the number flip to 79 just as her hand reflexively drops the phone as it suddenly vibrates in her palm causing a slight yelp from Vyki as it crashes on the table. Having lost her touch, the appliance had also ceased attacking her and Vyki tried to catch her breath through shallowed capacity with the corset.

Seeing that there is still no one around, Vyki chances another look at the phone to see what notification had come through to buzz. Seeing it was a message from Molly, she sees several messages from her, but the most recent is a check-in with her:

Molly> Let me know you got there okay and things with H are fine. Really proud of you for stepping up, babe. Love you!

Vyki typed out a quick reply as she glanced down the hall:

Ya, everything is fine. Got here on time. Just started first ppl. Did you know Bill is Santa? WTF???

Just then the timer went off indicating the session should be done and Vyki walked over to make sure they finished up. Glancing in the door, Vyki sees the girl practically twerking in front of Sir Bill as he pantomimes slapping her ass. Hearing Imran get a few shots of the activity, Vyki gently she calls out, “time” to indicate the end of the session.

“Awwwwww,” the girl says looking up from her prone position, “spoil sport! Your wife is no fun, Santa.” Getting to the door, the girl looks Vyki up and down before turning back to Santa and saying, “when you’re tired of this shriveled hag, Santa, you can come in my chimney any time.” Vyki visibly gasps at the insult as the girl says “prude,” walking down towards Miss H.

Vyki lets the door slam behind the girl as Vyki stomps back over to her table fuming at the insult. Pacing back and forth several times behind her setup, ‘like that trashy bitch is worth anything. Just some skank coming in for a charity photo,’ Vyki says to herself as her body vibrates with every frustrated stomp of her boots. Until her mind finally goes down a path ‘as if she could handle my husb.....’ causing Vyki to stop in her tracks. She immediately realizes how absurd she was being and openly giggled before saying, “that bitch can have him.” Continuing to giggle to herself she resets the few timers used and lines up slips for the next attendees.