Too late

Staring at the screen, Vyki can see the lewd comment posted with her body as the innuendo. And as uncomfortable as that is making her feel, the multiple vanilla social network icons above it seems to taunt that the globe will now see her matronly body in a too short dress. But even more nerve wracking was the status bar that “Posting...” and progress circles under each one. In haste, Vyki blurts out, “NO! Wait!” True panic washes over her when her voice cracks on the last word and its implications.

Suddenly everyone’s eyes turn to her with a questioning look; however, as realization hits Bill, a concerned look. Regina is the first to speak as she frantically apologizes, “I’m sorry, ma’am! I thought you said it was okay and Miss Heather approved.” As the computer dings, Regina confirms, “I guess I could take down the social posts if you really have issues, but its already out the queue to the mailing list members; I can’t pull those back.”

“E-mail!?” Vyki says in haste before covering her mouth, hearing her voice break into Paul’s natural tone. Seeing everyone staring at her in questioning concern, Vyki turns and bolts for the door her skirt flying behind her as she swings one arm wild as she keeps her mouth covered almost concerned the natural tones of any accidental sound will give her away.

Heather and Bill both move to go after her, but Heather stops him, “I need you to stay here in case someone shows up for a photo. I don’t need to deal with drama of your two’s past on top of this.”

“No, I know what...” Bill started.

“Don’t fuckin tell me ‘No’, Bill!” Heather interrupted, “I’m not one of your bitches. You’re in my house now! I agreed to look after and take care of her. Whatever is the issue, I’ll work with her and her Daddy; you’re not a part of this at the moment.”

“But...” Bill says before Heather firmly puts her hand on Bill’s chest.

“Sit... the fuck... down. Santa” Heather says glaring at him. When Bill finally takes a step back to the Santa throne, Heather offers, “if she asks for you, I’ll send for you, Bill. Until then, keep your fat ass in here.”

Bill looks at her shocked. When the door closes, he whips his beard covered face around trying to move his coat at the of the way. Trying to look through the sea of red and white, he calls out the rest of the room, “does my ass really look fat in this?” The other two just roll their eyes and get back to work.

Getting to her purse, Vyki frantically goes digging into mumbling quietly to herself, “I know I saw it in here. Fuck. All this makeup, wallet, condoms, lube, keys, more makeup.... thank God!”

Hearing Heather come up behind her, “sweety, you okay?”, Vyki drops her purse on the table and holds the inhaler up to her desparate to fix her voice. Pressing it she breathes in deeply.

“Oh, dear!” Heather said, “I saw that when I got your phone, but I didn’t think something like this would trigger it.”

Vyki just stared at her with a plastered, sealed smile as she tried to count in her head with her brain running all over the place. Feeling she held it long enough she let out her breath.

“You feel better,” Heather said placing a tentative hand on her arm.

Remembering she was using two shots earlier this morning, Vyki silently held up a single finger and held the inhaler up and took another hit.

“Oh you poor thing!” Heather said very caringly as she watched the grown women sucking on the pink inhaler before holding her breath. Speaking into a radio at her side, Heather says, “Ty bring me a stool from the bar to check-in.”

“On it, Mistress,” Vyki can hear over the radio as she exhales.

“That enough?” Heather asks tentatively, not know how much an adult asthma patient would need.

Vyki tentatively said, “I think so.” Hearing her own voice back to what it was, she had to hold back a cheer of joy, but the smile still broke through glad she was able to not get read.

“I know asthma attacks can be brought on from panic, but I want you to know, it's okay. You should fine,” Heather tried to assure. “Everyone is going to just see the body of a confident, sexy woman. No one can tell it's you though. Its lucky you haven’t gotten any tattoos or disguising marks.”

“Right,” Vyki says sarcastically, “lucky me.”

“Look,” Heather admonishes, “you are still new to all this, but it seems like you keep jumping in further than you are ready. Some girls are adrenaline junkies and love the pain, ****, or exhibition. They love that rush, but you got to watch yourself. If you don’t get a good Dom looking out for you, you could find yourself chasing the dragon just like any junkie and putting yourself in riskier and riskier positions.”

Vyki looked at her in shock thinking this was something Vyki wanted.

“You had me, and even Bill, here and your Daddy checking on you, so you were safe from doing something truly stupid,” Heather explained, “so ya, you may have taken a bit more of a risk as you felt safe, but it seems like it may have gone further than you meant. However, luckily no real harm done. You may have a few more anonymous goons wanking off to your sexy gams, but no real damage. Use it as a learning experience.”

“Learning experience?” Vyki asks as she feels her head get a bit foggy.

“Well, if you find out you’re into spanking, then flogging, then whipping, then decide you want to push further into playing with knifes because it sounds exciting. Then you get down to it and something in your id gets spooked and you panic. A good Dom might identify it and calm you down. A bad Dom will think its part of the act and not care that the blade went an extra quarter inch into your skin and leave you with a scar, if you’re lucky.”

Vyki visibly shuddered from that play through.

“Now, when you see you’re really an exhibitionist, you’ll maybe dress risqué in public, maybe club wear to somewhere vanilla like a hardware store, maybe get your picture taken like a slut, then streak through a mall only to freak out half way through and curl up into a ball in public only to be nicked by the patrol. A good Dom would stop you from doing something that risky or at least be there to get you out of the bad situation.”

Vyki couldn’t help but visualize a sight of her and Molly in heels, collars and nothing else giggling and running through the mall. Before shaking it out of her head.

“You’re an adult, Vyki.” Heather tried to relate. “You made a decision you may regret tomorrow, but it's done. Nothing left to do but live with the consequences that a bunch of boys in their momma’s basement are going to be soiling a sock looking at your tits spilling out wishing they were motor boating them. Just another spank bank photo; no one will even know it's you.” Heather then held Vyki’s hands, “but if even one person comes in here, know that you used your hot body to help charity.” Regina was glad to see she struck a nerve as the poor girl blushed and tried to hide her face.

Vyki was barely listening to Heather as she felt the vibrations **** her and tried to bow her head to not let Heather see her moan.

As they vibrations passed, Vyki opened her mouth to assure Heather had nothing like that to worry about when a new voice came down the hall, “here, Mistress Heather,” Ty said bringing up a stool.

“Perfect!” Heather says, turning to grasp the stool and move it behind Vyki. “Now, I don’t want you sitting down here all the time; it could really mess with the dress. But if you’re feeling lightheaded or something, this will be somewhere you can rest and not fall.”

“Thank you, Miss H,” Vyki says realizing there was a dull ache building in her feet. As she watched Miss H place it back there, she got an odd feeling and turned back to see Ty staring her with that look she saw earlier; like he was picturing her this morning before she got the dress on when he came by there place.

“And thank you again, Ty” Vyki said trying to sound politely.

“Happy to!” Ty said enthusiastically. “That dress really does look nice on you.”

“Right well,” Heather admonished the inane banter, “hopefully more guests will be here soon so we should get back to our spots and leave our lovely damsel here to rest.”

“Actually, I saw a couple headed in from their car when I was up front,” Ty observed.

“Perfect!” Heather said, “let’s go, Ty. You’ll be good, right girl?” and started walking off.

“I’ll be fine, Miss H,” Vyki said as she fiddles with the chair’s placement in her confined area.

At almost the same time Miss H and Ty disappeared to the other side, a voice came from the entrance, “ah! This must be the right place!”

Vyki turned to see the young couple walking up. “Hello! And welcome to my husband’s little kink abode, Northern deLights! I’m Mrs. Claus how can I help?” Vyki greeted with a little giggle as she saw the small woman slap the man’s arm only hearing something about staring.