She makes the girl in the mirror do what is needed

Mitsy was impressed that this lady had little difficultly with these platforms. Most women ran into issues with higher heels and taller women seemed to avoid them. Yet this already above average woman was now standing at least a head above them and appeared like some sort of red headed Amazon. Yet the way she seemed to differ to her male companion, belied the traditional strength and independence associated with that group. And standing up on the wooden stage seemed to just amplify it greater than the few inches. It was clearly giving a look up her shirt and peaking up her skirt, it was clear to see the wet spot she had left.

“Absolutely fabulous!” Colin shouted out. Turning to the sales lady who seemed to be both shocked and surprised, he flashed her his card and said, “go ahead and ring this up, and for your assistance and discretion, please pick something out for yourself.”

“Wow! Thank you very much, sir,” Mitsy said to the man with the very liberal spending.

“Completely worth it,” he said to her as she carried Vyki’s accessories out and went up front to grab just the dress she’d been wanting and ring it all up. With them now alone in the dressing area, Colin returned his focus back to his target.

“This is an absolutely perfect outfit for sexy slut, isn’t it, slut?” Colin said walking up to her and stroking up and down her leg activating her vibrations as he touched her.

<BUZZ> “Y-yes, Sir,” Vyki replied staring at the erotic vision before her.

“Paul would have loved to take one of his girls shopping around in an outfit like that, wouldn’t he?” Colin asked digging the knife a bit.

Vyki looked at it and knew it was exactly the type he would have liked, but they all balked at any this racy in a public place. “Yes, Sir,” she replied as she felt a rewarding <BUZZ>.

“But none of them are here right now, are they? Just my sexy submissive slut ‘Vyki’, isn’t that right?” Colin said.

“Yes, Sir,” Vyki moaned a bit as her body was stimulated further with a <BUZZ>.

“I’m going to let you in on a little secret,” Colin said standing beside and slightly behind her as he points out, “while they were probably good enough to wear something this in private for him, they were too timid to wear something like this in public.” Colin said as he moved around to her other side. “That timidness is what prevented them getting away with it.” Colin began to spin his tale with Vyki further as he saw recognition in her face. “They were afraid of being found out, or harassed, exposed. This caused them to appear afraid and out of place which drew even more attention to them, so they would only do it where they knew they would be safe.” Colin then re-enforced it, “they only do it private, hidden places, didn’t they?”

Vyki wasn’t super thrilled with this line, but she admitted, “yes, Sir,” biting her lip as the buzzing activated.

“But you, you have to pass. For their sake. You have to protect them. And the way to do that is to let everyone know how comfortable you are in this. How this embodies who you truly are. Because what are you, girlie?” Colin asked.

Vyki played with her skirt dreading this answer and jumped slightly when she felt a <zap>, “your submissive slut, Sir.”

“That’s good, but you need to be my eager, sexy, submissive slut, girl. You need to exude your happiness. You need to be convincing; you need to know yourself; this is really what you want,” Colin explained slowly moving from one leg to the next and slowly increasing the base rate of her vibrations to give her constant stimulation again. “You see, they would want to do this, but they could be found out. But you can’t. You, Vyki, have only existed for the purpose of being a sexy slut. Your only purpose is to pass as that submissive slut. The only place Vyki has ever been is as a sexy, submissive, slutty girl. And as long as they have no reason to dig further, that is all they will ever find. So, you need to show them that Vyki is proud of her body. She’s proud of her sexuality. She’s happy to share joy with people around her and she is thrilled to be on display.” Colin said and sensed her ****, so pushed a bit further. “And you’re going to do that with gusto and be the envy of everyone because you have no other choice. Because if for some reason someone suspects you for one minute of not being here with me happily, they will take us both to the cops and both be interrogated for our stories.”

“So, what I need you to do, is look at the girl in the mirror, and remind her of what is at stake and make her be the submissive slut, we both know she can,” Colin instructed. “Show me that she can be happy and eager in this outfit, so they don’t call the cops on us, Vyki. Can you do that?”

“Yes, Sir,” Vyki said closing her eyes trying to block out the vision in front of her and draw out everything she had been taught & what Paul always wanted in his girls. A voice echoed in her mind: ‘make the girl in the mirror do whatever I want.... no worries.... no rejection....’

Opening her eyes, the first thing she saw was the face and immediately thought of a joke & giggled. Instantly her eyes warmed up and her smile grinned comfortably. Seeing her ponytails dangling freely, she shook her head side to side as they swung playfully filling nose with a sweet playful smell as her grin grew wider.

She slowly slid down her body, over her lovely thick, strong collar to her wide shoulders. Seeing them hunker down she knew that was not right, and thrust them back, boldly accentuating her chest. Seeing her tits hang out and shook them briefly loving how the hem hung lewdly right at the bottom of her upturned fake areolae.

She then brought a hand up and stroked down under her boob, along her severe corset, over her tight waist, loving the strong hold it kept on her, hugging her with every move. Sliding her manicured fingers luxuriously over her firm corset, she reaches the flaring short skirt and plays with the abbreviated hem briefly. After that, she shifts her hips side to side enjoying watching it twirl around. Noticing the small pink triangle peek out as it rises briefly, she felt a small thrill knowing she could make the girl expose her panties so easily. As an added bonus, to see Sir’s eyes bug out as she glanced at him in the mirror was totally worth it.

Continuing following down the body of the girl in the mirror, she slowly watched her long, smooth, tan legs shift side to side as she raised her heels up and down bending her knees as the lightly danced.

Reaching her oh so sexy and completely impractical shoes that only a stripper or street walker would normally wear, Vyki was very thankful Sir Bill ensured she was able to walk on them. Pointing her toes to watch the placement of her feet, she then spread them wide noticing how her legs braced wide. She then enjoyed watching those sexy, **** footwear trapse across the floor as she walked in a small loop around the platform.

After her small loop, she turned back to see Sir staring up at her with his mouth slightly open and his bugged out. She knew if she could play this role to the hilt, she could keep this drooling boy off balance.

Hinging over her to get closer to Sir, she loved how his eyes darted from hers to the side and to the other side, to her chest back to her eyes, not knowing where to look and surely getting an eye full in the mirror. Finally, within inches of his face and with her heavy lashes half open, she whispered huskily, “do you approve of this outfit, Sir?”