Sir Bill is our Santa

“Hey, Vyki,” says Bill as he looks at Vyki nervously as she seems to be looking at him with either shock or rage; he’s not sure. “I’m really glad you agreed to help out and fill in.”

“Yes, when your girl Jasmine got sick at her mom’s and having to quarantine there for the weekend, we were in a real pickle.” Heather said before she turned back to Vyki, “however, I beautiful angel swooped in to rescue us.”

“Heather!” They all hear from the center of the room as Imran shouts out. “What is with the house lights?? They’re totally throwing off my color balance.”

The tight purse of Miss H’s lips as her eyes seem to redden causes Vyki to lean back a bit as Heather says, “be right back,” as she stomps off to the center of the room to have a very tense, hushed conversation with the photographer.

“I really do appreciate you coming out to help us, Paul,” Bill says quietly as stepped closer to Vyki once Heather was out of ear shot earning a glare from Vyki. “I know we’ve had our differences, but I’m glad you were able to put them to the side to help out with this.”

“What the fuck?!?” Vyki whispers incredulously to him. “Someone could hear you! Do NOT use that name.”

“Yes, right,” Bill says nervously clearing his through before taking on a more stoic stance, “of course, Vyki.”

Vyki nodded a silent ‘thank you’ to him.

“You show how much of a good girl you are to serve your community with such little notice,” Bill says trying to drop into a Dom-to-sub tone, inadvertently triggering her Gadget out of his own habit. “You honor your Daddy well.”

Vyki can’t help but cringe as she grits her teeth holding back a moan. “You can talk to me like a human being.”

Bill was dealing with too many conflicting emotions and leapt at stabilizing the situation the only way he knew how by going into full Dom mode. In a hushed tone he got right up on Vyki and said, “I was your trainer for over 2 months, little girl. We may not be in a relationship, but when we are in this venue you will at least treat me with due respect, understood?”

Vyki was taken aback by the sudden shift in tone, but knew it was totally in character to hold up her charade as much as she hated it was him here. She couldn’t find a way to back out gracefully at the moment, so she tried to fill the role sure she could fall back on the restrictions she and Molly put together if he goes too far, “yes, Sir Bill.”

“Good girl,” Bill said as they were both shocked by her brief moan that escaped her lips.

The lighting suddenly shifted slightly as the overhead fluorescents went off leaving the room bathed in the photo light stands. “That better, Cecil?“ the room could hear from a frustrated Heather as she flicked the lights off. Imran just rolled his eyes as he finished calibrating his camera.

Heather than joined the Clauses in the middle of the room. Seeing some tension she said, “I don’t know what the hell has gone on between you two, but I just need you to keep it civil today.” Turning to Vyki she assures, “Bill is well aware of the guidelines your Daddy has placed on you and he will abide by them at ALL times,” glaring at Bill for the final bit as she continues. “However, I have set this up so you two really shouldn’t have to interact too much, but I will not have disrespect in my house, understood?” Turning back to Vyki for the end of her diatribe.

“Of course, Miss H,” Vyki answers nearly automatically before assuring, “we’re all good here. Sir Bill & I are fine, and he looks nearly set to go,” Vyki says noticing the strand is nearly fully wrapped.

BIll looks at her somewhat surprised at her assertive response but couldn’t disagree. “Ya, ya... we’re fine, just this last wrap.”

“Great!” Heather says, finishing the conversation. “Now, I’ll show you where I’ll be set up,” and turns to walk away.

Regretting Heather’s previously cheery tone, Vyki would almost rather endure being **** around by the arm, but responds, “yes, Miss H,” as she sashays her way out of the room following Heather.

All three of the remaining inhabitants of the room couldn’t help but be drawn to the clicking of Vyki’s heels as they watched her short dress billow side to side as she retreated from the enclosure. Once she went out of view, they turned towards each other sharing appreciative smiles. Hearing the door seal shut, Imran calls out, “you tap that ass, Bill?”

“Shut up, asshole!” calls a very forceful yalp from the diminutive assistant to which Imran surprisingly shirks a bit before returning to his camera.

Irritated with the question and his own response, Bill returns to his lights telling himself the added time behind the chair is just to make sure it's all balanced right.

Outside the room, Miss H leads Vyki the opposite direction of the check in table Vyki would man to an ornate looking desk and high back executive chair in the wide hallway. Around it is several chairs from the longue as well as a few folding chairs and pillows. “This is where you can point them after they come out of the shoot. Here I will take their donations, and allow them to wait until their devices are ready at which point I will distribute it to them and send them to the other exit.”

“Makes sense,” Vyki said.

“So, you got it all?” Heather quizzed the lady in red.

“Yup.”

“Prove it,” Miss H challenged.

Vyki wasn’t expecting that, but recited, “the people will come in from the front to my table where I will greet them and let them know about the process. I’ll inform them that for a standard session (of 2 minutes) we ask for a $20 donation to the charity. I will then take down their information on a slip including name, phone or e-mail, and duration of session (not to exceed 10 minutes if they ask). When the room is ready, I will guide them to the room, have them give the slip to Regina, and then start their timer and leave it on my table. When their timer goes off, I make sure they are ready to the leave the room if they haven’t already. If they’re still there, I’ll inform them their time is up. Once they leave the room, I’ll point them in their direction.” Vyki recited before finish, “rinse & repeat.”

“Very good, girl,” Heather commended eliciting a surprise moan from Vyki. ‘Damn, this girl is a natural subbie; how in the world did Bill let her get away? Idiot!’ Heather thought to herself.

“Thank you, Miss H,” Vyki replied trying to distract her mind as she maid a mental note to turn off that damn feature.

“Right,” Heather finished. “You go get yourself situated at your table and I will go open the front doors so people can start coming in.”

“Actually,” Vyki interjected as she saw Miss H walking off, “mind if I come with you up front real quick? I need to grab my phone.”

Heather turned on her heels giving Vyki a hard glare, “you know there are no phones permitted past the common room! Besides, I don’t need you distracted with some silly game or browsing Instagram when people walk up.”

Vyki should have known Miss H’s irritation of phones is legendary, but she didn’t think she’d have this much aversion at a volunteer event, so she had to think of something fast. “Well, Daddy said it was one of my conditions.” Miss H looked at her unconvenced so Vyki quickly continued, “in case he needs to get ahold of me. I’m supposed to have ti with me at all times.”

“Do you have it with you at the moment?” Heather asked as a leading question.

“Well, no, that’s why...” Vyki started before Miss H cut her off.

“That’s the problem, girly.” Heather admonished the trite girl. “You’re not taking your directives seriously! Your Daddy gives you an order or a directive, you damn well better be sure you fucking do it!”

“Yes, Miss H,” Vyki said apprehensively not liking where this was going.

“I’d have half a mind to call up your Daddy right now and let him know you’ve already broken one rule and we haven’t even started.”

“No, please, Miss H!” Vyki said as she knew the last thing she wanted was for her to check in with Lou.

“Look,” Heather said taking a deep sigh and turning towards the novice girl, “I know you’re new to this whole world and it seems fun and exciting. You’ve probably heard some sexy and neat stories from your family. But, you’ve probably not had to hear all the mundane or horror stories of and you’ve had the fortune to have been introduced to it by two very tolerant and, I’ll deny ever saying this, talented Dominates. And it seems pretty fair to say based on your previous attire and flirting, you’ve been comfortable getting by on dressing sexy and flirting in the vanilla world. While those are definitely appreciated, they will NOT get you out of commitments here.”

Vyki could tell Heather was trying to politely dress her down, but she was not feeling comfortable about this, “Well...”

“NO” Heather addresses sharply not letting the girl interrupt her, “This is to help you and you’re going to let me finish, because I don’t do this lightly.”

Vyki visibly jumped back and could tell Miss H’s attitude was quickly changing and she couldn’t help but feel a little trapped being in her place, and just nodded her head.

“Good girl,” Heather continued and had to hold herself back as she watched the natural submissive squirm before her. “I don’t know what all drama y'all have been through, but you’ve agreed to take at least a provisional collar from a very respectful man, and whether you know it or not, you agreed to represent him in what you do and honor his direction. In return, he’s taken on the mantle of not violating that trust and not abusing you. And no amount of cleavage or sexy smiles are going to get you out of that. It is YOUR responsibility to follow HIS orders. Not my responsibility to enforce it nor his responsibility to check on you. And every time YOU don’t live up to it, YOU diminish HIM further. I am honored to support him, back you up, and remove those who don’t respect your efforts to comply. However, I need YOU to do as he says.”

Vyki could tell that Miss H had finally gotten to the end of a diatribe and just nodded her head to try to keep the peace.

“Very well,” Heather said standing back and clasping her hands in front of her. “You going to be a good girl for us?”

Vyki squirmed fighting back the moan as Miss H in advertantly triggered her suit. “Yes, Miss H.”

“Tell me the restrictions your Daddy put on your attendance here in helping us out.”

Vyki was about to ask what she meant, but looking at her very steely gaze, she knew Miss H was testing her validity. Vyki reminded herself it was just playing the part, scoured her brain with what she and Molly came up with, took a deep breath and followed Miss H’s directive, “No photos, no groping, no kissing, and no spanking, swatting, ****, or play.”

“Good girl,” Heather commended the girl for realizing what she should be doing and relishing in the girl’s submissive nature to be acknowledged. “Go on.”

Vyki was having a hard time standing still and dreaded this next part that Molly added in even though she knew it would be in character for her Daddy to say, “I am only here to look pretty, take their information and money, guide them to Santa. I am to help upsell when possible and ensure things go smoothly.” Vyki stood there nervously making sure that was what Miss H was looking for.

Heather knew there were more things and was trying to give the girl some clue as she stood there silently waiting for more. The poor thing too vapid to catch on, Heather said, “annnnnd?”

“Oh,” Vyki almost forgot the one she added to cover for her phone, “to keep my phone on me at all times,” Vyki said uncomfortably nervous.

Irritated that the girl was still hung up and wondering if she was purposefully trying to leave out the rest to try to get away with something or flirt with her old Dom she held a flame for, but Heather would not stand for it. “You’re missing at least one more I know of,” Heather said sternly, “do I need to call your Daddy and make sure there aren’t other ones you're leaving off?”

It suddenly dawned on her the other one she specifically added to the list because she did not want to be caught in a compromising situation that others may think innocuous. And with Bill in the role of Santa it made it even doubly more important. In a bit of panic, Vyki tried to convincingly assure Miss H, “don’t sit on Satna’s lap! I’m so sorry I missed saying that one, Miss H, but I promise you that is it.” Seeing Miss H hold her stoic pose, Vyki tried to move to pleading like she’d seen so many other submissives do, “please I want to do good for Daddy don’t let him know I slipped up. I promise I would never consciously dishonor you or Daddy.”

“So you are going to be a good girl and smile like a happy little slut all day and use those flirtation skills for a good cause and help out the charity today?”

Vyki couldn’t help the moan from escaping as she was caught off guard by Heather’s inference of what her role really is here. Miss H wasn’t expecting Vyki to just stand there and look like a pretty adornment while she shuffled papers; she was looking for Vyki to actively flirt with the people. Vyki was loathe to admit it as she remembered back to her Halloween night here at the dungeon, but she gave no outward indication she would regret having to do that. Vyki regretted not thinking some way to add it to her lists, but now she was rather stuck either admitting she forgot the list or play up the sexy flirt Miss H perceived her to be. “Yes, Miss H,” Vyki responded just to try to get out of this conversation while she processed this revelation and could at least turn down her phone.

“Very well, you be good little hostess, go get your sexy little self to your station, and I’ll bring you your phone after I open up the front,” Heather agreed. “However, the hard fast house rule of no pictures or recordings will be strictly adhered to and more over there will be no playing games or browsing Instagram or fashion sites or whatever. I need you looking happy and engaged; not distracted and aloof.”

“Yes, Miss H,” Vyki eagerly agreed trying to ignore Miss H's tone, just happy to be getting her phone back to control this damn apparatus glued to her. However, as she turned to head behind the table the implications of what Miss H was saying continued to uneasily sit with her.