Vyki gets dressed for bed

Pulling into their garage, Molly confirms “we’re home,” as the garage door closes behind them.

Vyki turns her head and looks up at Molly as she continues leaning on her. With a languidly smile, Vyki unexcitedly but honestly let’s out a tired, “yaaaaay.”

Chuckling, Molly responds with “alright, let’s get you inside,” as gently pats her bare thigh, “slut,” finishing with a giggle.

Rolling her eyes, Vyki responds with a sarcastic “Yes, ma'am” as she yawns.

They both giggle as they walk into the house, their heels echoing off the concrete floor and hard ceiling.

Tossing her keys on a dish, Molly noticed the time on the wall, “God, is it really that late.”

“Yup,” Vyki confirms, “Santa’s done come & gone long ago.”

Molly giggles a bit, “well, Mrs. Claus, you would be the expert on his cumming and getting (it on).”

Vyki then scoffed mockingly at Molly and giggled. However, she had to abruptly grip the nearby wall and moaned as Molly abruptly shut off the Gadget in her app before she set her phone down. “fuck,” Vyki said.

“You okay,” Molly said as she put her hand on Vyki’s shoulder.

Giggling a bit, “sorry, didn’t notice how much it was running until it just stopped,” Vyki responded as she gathered her balance.

“Oh, wow,” Molly affirmed, “I forgot how abrupt that can feel. Just didn’t want to leave it going. Sorry about that.”

“No, it's fine,” Vyki said standing back up, “thank you.” Almost giggling at the sudden sensitivity to her flesh’s tender touch against the confines of its now static wall still sending echos of sensations through her body.

“K,” Molly said, “well, we better get ready for bed,” walking over to grab their presents as Vyki continued to their bedroom. Following Vyki into their bedroom, Molly echoed a question from Paul from Christmases past, “care to get slinky for me?” biting her lip hoping it wasn’t too much for her as she held the box with Vyki’s nightie in it.

Vyki looked at it and contemplated the request. She was too tired to take off the wig, appliance, and things anyway; she figured she could wear it to bed and just get up early and remove everything before the kids got here. “Fine,” Vyki said taking the box, “but I’ll need some help with this blasted corset.”

Tossing the box on the bed, Vyki tries to reach behind her to get the dresses zipper.

Seeing her struggle, Molly places her outfit down too and moves to assist. “Here, let me help you with that, darling,” she instructs sweeping Vyki’s hair over her should and the grasps the zipper. “Grab the front; don’t need it to fall,” Molly cautions Vyki’s inexperience before taunting, “yet,” as she gently kisses the nape of Vyki’s exposed neck.

Vyki is surprised by the shiver that runs down her spine from Molly’s intimate touch and gently grasps the front of her dress.

As Molly pulls down the zipper and the dress separates exposing the ties binding the corset together, the glint of the silver lock catches her eye. “Damn,” she mutters, “forgot about the lock.”

“Oh, the keys are in the cabinet,” Vyki says as she starts to turn to get to the other room.

“NO,” Molly says a bit more forceful than she meant. “I’ll go get it. You wait right here,” she instructs as she walks over to the guest room.

“K,” Vyki says standing there feeling oddly **** in her own bedroom with her dress half undone and her hair tossed to one side with her bare neck and shoulder exposed from behind. She giggles a bit to herself as she thinks about how she is dressed, what she’s looked like today, how uncontrolled the places she was in and now as the AC vent of her own home in her own bedroom blows over her and makes her feel more exposed than she has almost all day.

“Got it,” Molly says triumphantly as she re-enters the room breaking Vyki out of her self-reflection. Turning the small key in the tiny lock, Molly removes the impediment from the corset setting it aside and returns back to the dress’s zipper. “Alright, you can let the dress down now,” Molly instructs as the zipper reaches the end of its track.

Slowly, Vyki lets the pretty shell she’d been wearing as a farce of a cover fall to the floor, seeming to amplify her exposure before her partner. With it pooled at her feet, Molly knelt down and called out, “now step out of it.” Gingerly looking over her exposed chest and sweeping the hair that fell into her view to the side, Vyki carefully stepped over the puffed skirt to the open floor beyond it, and Molly retrieved the dress from the ground and gently laid it out on the bed.

“I know you’ve been probably waiting for this all day,” Molly says as she reaches for the knot on Vyki’s corset, struggling more than she normally has until she finally finds the release tail, freeing the tie. With the knot removed, she begins loosening the stands. In a matter of moments, she feels a rush wash over her body as the pressure around her midsection quickly dissipates and she feels near euphoria as it seems like her internal organs almost spring to life and she has to take a step just to steady herself as she pants.

“I was wondering if you’d have a corsetgasm or not,” Molly says with an empathetic grin as she finishes loosening the strings and removing the corset completely. Laying the corset with Vyki’s dress, she picks up the package of her nightie pretty sure she knows what’s coming next.

“Oh, God,” Vyki says with a bit of distress as she feels a different pressure. “I need a moment.”

“Take this with you,” Molly says putting the box in front of Vyki as she just takes it and quickly shuffles off to the restroom, her boots clicking away on the tile.

After relieving herself, she removes her boots and faces the contents of her present.

Picking up the negligee and holding it in front of her artificially naked form in the mirror, she sighed deeply and slid it over her head. Surprised at how light it felt even as it seemed to cling to her chest, the skirt seemed to float outward with the slightest turn.

Looking into the box for the remaining items, she grabbed the excuse for a matching panty and turned the T-back around until she had the top and front identified before she bent down and stepped into them. Pulling them up her legs and shimmied her hips back and forth until the waist band rested above her hips, nestling the thick strip between her cheeks.

Turning from side to side, Vyki is impressed that even though the material was light, it didn’t just fly away and expose her panties.

Seeing the light puffs still sitting in the box, Vyki pulled out the matching mule slippers with the 2-inch kitten and big puffy fluff behind the toe. They screamed impracticality other than to keep the foot from touching the floor and adding to sex appeal. Setting the slippers on the floor, she slid into one and then the other. While nowhere near the height she normally reached with her heels, the was an obvious change in perspective.

Taking another moment to review herself in the mirror, lightly picking at her wig with a comb, cleaning up some smudged makeup, and refreshing her lips with some red lip gloss. Vyki took a deep breath and headed for the en-suite door.

She was amazed at the reverberating sound of the light, plastic shoes as each step seemed to click-clack loudly as each foot landed on the hard plastic sole and the sharp plastic heel.