The fastest way home

Vyki stood there for several moments trying to determine what is her best option. If she stays here, she’ll have to wait until the 4 guys are ready to leave and that might be hours away. Vyki realized she didn’t even know what time it was or even what time she got here.

But if she goes with Fiona, it's likely she’d get to sleep and make out with Fi again. They both really did enjoy that. She’d probably even get to sleep snuggled up to her again. But she remembered Greg having a rule that all subbies had to be naked in his house; one reason Molly & he never went over there. Would he expect her to? Would he try to cut off her shoes and corset? She’d finally be free of those.

Would he be sleeping with Fiona and Vyki? Would he be expecting to fuck Fiona in front of her? Fiona mentioned she liked to sleep with him inside her. Would he be expecting Vyki to sleep with him? Would he expect it as repayment?? Would Vyki have another man fuck her ass again? Would he be quick as Dick or uncaring like the gas station owner?? Would he be hot and controlling like Daddy? Would that make Fi and V sisters? Would Fi get so worked up to have V eat her out while Daddy Greg fucked her from behind and then sister sluts clean him off together and share Daddy’s cum?

“You okay, Vyki? I scare ya?” Greg asked as he touched the dazed girl’s shoulder. Vyki’s growing lust seemed to be spiraling her mind down to night of sex with a man that was an acquaintance if not a distant friend. However, as his hand came in contact with her shoulder, the scenes turned to him pummeling Vyki as she found out who he was while he fucked her ass and tossing her bruised and bloody naked on the street.

“Oh, uh, s-sorry, M-mr. Greg,” Vyki finally stuttered out panting and sweating a bit from her daydreams. Turning to the very excited looking Fiona, Vyki answered honest, “I would REALLY love to play with you more some time, but I have an early day tomorrow and all my stuff is at ho- Molly's home.” Vyki tried to keep a smile as she saw Fiona pout. “And Miss Molly already worked out with these...” Vyki paused as she looked to the seated Doms trying to figure out how to describe them, “fine men to give me a ride home.”

Vyki tensed up as she felt Greg wrap his arm over her shoulder as he came next her. “That’s alright, Vyki. I’m sure your Daddy would want you to be responsible. Fi, I’ll talk to her Daddy, and we’ll schedule a playdate some time. That sound good, Vyki?”

“Yes, please, Mr. Greg,” Vyki responded nearly automatically to close out this conversation but dreaded Daddy Lou getting that call.

Fiona kind swung side to side, spinning her coat as she pouted before she erupted to happiness with “okay!” As she bounded up and wrapped her arms around Vyki taking the opportunity to whisper in Vyki’s ear with her natural sultry voice, “maybe you could be the first girl I eat out and I could make you scream with my tongue.”

“Alright, girl,” Greg said as she stepped to the door, “button up and let's head home.”

“Bye, twinsie,” Fi said pulling on Vyki’s pigtail before she buttoned up her coat and headed out. Vyki suddenly realized the habitual nudist was now more covered up than Vyki appeared to be.

“Bye, Fi,” Vyki said as she waved her off.

Vyki turned to the room to see what scenes were going on and didn’t recognize any off hand and turned back around to the Whoresmen to figure out where she could sit and wait for them to be ready.

However, the quirt moving quickly in front of her to touch on her upper thigh getting her attention without pain caused Vyki to pause as she turned to follow the shaft to see Heather standing next to her. “Did I hear you use a title with a submissive?”

Vyki knew Heather was a stickler for etiquette and some old leather protocols that Paul had heard but wasn’t nearly as strict at memorizing, but she wasn’t sure what she was referring to and cocked her head to the side, “I’m sorry, Miss H, I’m not sure what you mean?”

The hard slap to her thigh as the quirt returned forcefully to her thigh sent a shock up Vyki’s spine, “just a moment ago you used ‘Miss’ when you were talking about your brother’s girl ‘Molly’; she your top or something?” Heather asked condescendingly. Vyki swallowed hard trying to figure out the best answer to get out of it, but Heather the continued conspiratorially, “or are you in some sort of kinky **** ménage with your brother as a beta bitch?”

“No!” Vyki responded forcefully, “no, Miss H. Nothing like that. Just a slip of the tongue, Mistress Heather. I promise it won’t happen again,” Vyki continued trying to sound respectful.

Heather continued to look at her quizzically as she walked around Vyki as if eyeing a slab of meat. “I’ll let that time slide as your new, but I think it just emphasizes you need help in finding your proper place, girl.” Heather trailed her quirt along her bare thighs as if a tantalizing threat of her potential punishment. Vyki really wondered if she made a bad choice; maybe she could catch Mr. Greg if she ran out there.

“These 4 will be good for helping you learn to be a better submissive,” Heather continued as she moved in front of the girl almost relishing the panicked look on her face. “Oh, don’t worry, slut. We all know about the physical limits your Daddy has placed on you and we will definitely honor them. However, there are many acts of subservice you can do that don’t involve any sexual contact. It will help you learn humility and respect.”

“Gentlemen,” Heather turned to the 4 guys sitting comfortably, “I leave this slut in your capable hands to guide her in proper service for the evening until you depart. Please remember no sexual contact, bruising, or scene play with her. She answers to Daddy Lou so respect any other guidance he’s given.” Heather than turned back to Vyki, “and remember you are your Daddy’s representative; do NOT dishonor him,” she says menacingly waving her quirt at Vyki. “Now, reintroduce yourself to them and see what you can do to service them.”

This spiraled much further than Vyki ever expected it to. Shuffling a turn to her side she faced the gentlemen as they all seemed to be looking at cornered prey. Swallowing hard, Vyki meekly speaks to them “Hello, Sirs. I am Vyki and happy to serve you this evening. May I get you anything?” Paul didn’t study deep etiquette, but he at least witnessed enough service girls to give Vyki a leg up in the right direction.

“Next time say it with more confidence, but it's a good start.” Heather critiqued.

Before Vyki could respond, Ian volunteered first with, “Yes, Vyki. Go get me a water.”

Vyki then looked to Heather to see if she should respond to her, do what Ian said, or do something else. “Don’t stand there and gawk at me. The man told you to do something.”

“Yes, Miss H,” Vyki responded frazzled, “yes, a water, Sir Ian. Be right back.” Vyki then turned and started slumping towards the feast area but felt a swat on the back of her thigh as Heather barked out. “Stand up straight, girl! At least have some form of decorum. And smile! You should look pretty while you serve such a nice man.”

“Yes, Miss H,” Vyki responded as she put her arms behind her back grasping her elbows to get the posture Sir Bill had trained her for and plastered a smile on her face. But she felt another swat on the side of her thigh.

“You’ve dressed appropriately to give the gentlemen a good view, but you should have the walk to match that outfit for them,” Heather instructed.

“Yes, Mistress Heather,” Vyki responded as she made sure to put a hitch in her walk.

“Oh, girl,” Heather critiqued, “someone in a dress and heels like that can do better than that. Swing your hips more.”

Vyki tried to adjust her gait but felt another swat, “what are you a librarian?? Do I need to shove a stick up your ass and swing it for you?” Heather threatened. Vyki then tried to focus on putting in the sensual, sexy sashay sway that Sir Bill drilled into her. “I knew there was a good slut in there!” Heather congratulated. Out of habit, Vyki reflexively responded “thank you, Miss H.”

“Just keep up that walk, girlie, and you’ll do fine,” Heather directed before turning back to the 4 guys. “I’ll leave the slut in your capable hands' gentlemen. Boss’s work is never done,” Heather then proceeded back to her office as Vyki continued her strut to the door.

Vyki opened the door and stepped out glancing back at the 4 guys and saw them all staring at her; Vyki **** her smile as felt the blush rushing to her face as the door closed behind her. Vyki continued walking to grab the water trying to figure out how she could get out of this. Maybe she could just excuse herself and go hide somewhere. She dismissed that as they’d probably just send someone to find her and then Miss H would be really upset at her. Absentmindedly grabbing the cold water and walking back with her practiced sway, she was trying to think how long she had been there and what time it might actually be so she could get out of here soon. She didn’t even see anyone to ask the time. She figured she’d ask one of the guys as she opened the door she plastered a smile on her face and walked over to Ian and handed him the bottle. “Here is your water, Sir Ian,” Vyki said trying not to be creeped out by all them staring at her.

“Thank you, Vyki,” Ian said with a smile and she turned around to get some distance from them. However, Mock interrupted her, “where do you think you’re going, girl?” Vyki stopped where she was at and looked at him. “Um, is there something I can get you, Sir?”

Mock scoffed at her, “its not what you can get me; it’s what you need to give him.”

Vyki looked at him, “I’m sorry, Sir, I gave Sir Ian his water was there something else I missed.”

“I’ll say,” Mock said exasperated. Vyki looked around at the other 3 for some sort of clue of what she missed. “A Dom you’re serving just thanked you,” Mock continued but Vyki was still at a loss of what the hell he was talking about. “If you want to do proper service, if a Dom thanks you, you should lean down and give him a kiss and say ‘no, thank you for letting me, Sir.’”

Vyki knew that he must be joking and looked at him like he was nuts but as she looked at the other guys, they had very stern looks as they stared at her. “No, Sir, I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works.”

“Oh, really, new slut?” Mock stood up. His large frame matching Vyki’s height but was much wider and quickly stood next to her. “We are tasked with properly training service and every one of us here have years of experience behind your novice little ass. And don’t think some cutesy little hot look will get you out of performing correctly for us. Unless you are expecting to end up over my lap, you will do as you're told and learn your training properly. Is that understood, slut?” Vyki felt very berated and was very apprehensive with the man so close to her and his 3 compatriots seemed to be just as emphatic and stern as him.

Vyki knew he must be playing some sort of game, but she really didn’t want to go through punishment and guidance, so she took simple way out and agreed. “Understood, Doc Mock, Sir.”

“Then get your ass over there and show us you understand proper decorum, slut,” Mock said standing over her ominously.

“Yes, Sir,” Vyki said as she turned back to Ian. Stepping next to him, Ian remained seated waiting to see what Vyki did. Vyki breathed deeply and bent her knees before bending at her hips to get down to Ian’s height with her stiff corset and heels. With her face finally in front of his, her ass sticking out at the room, Vyki quietly said, “thank you for letting me serve you, Sir Ian.” Then with one final small breath Vyki leaned forward with her lips as her lips came in contact with his, her plan to make it a quick peck was subverted as Doc Mock reached out and lightly rubbed Vyki’s ass saying, “good girl! You can learn.” Mock’s pressure wasn’t much but it was enough to keep her precarious balance forward and prevent her from separating from Sir Ian.

Finally, Mock stopped stroking her after a few moments, but Vyki was sure she was kept there for hours and quickly stood up as soon as she was able.

Mock then continued his instruction, “don’t forget to smile like H said earlier. You need to look happy during your service.” Vyki immediately plastered a smile on her nervous face. “Its a start. Now, since you’re knew I’m going to explain to why things are this way.” Mock proceeded to wrap his arm over Vyki’s shoulder and had her step to in front of their seating area as he explained. “You see, as a girl providing service, your love language would be that service; its internally rewarding for the service girl. So, the Dom maybe be appreciative of it, but the real pleasure comes from the submissive’s need to provide and server her better. She makes it clear to the Dom that she’s the appreciative one and then proceeds to show him physically her appreciation. Make sense, girl?”

Vyki knew that this was only true for a few unicorn-like service girls, but her head was still swimming and was having a hard time coming up with a rebuttal, so she simply replied, “yes, Doc Mock, Sir.”

“Good girl,” Mock said moving his hand down to lightly pat the girl’s bottom. “Now, you can sit here, and we’ll let you know the next time you can serve one of us. Understood, slut?” Vyki saw the large floor pillow he was directing her to.

“Yes, Sir,” Vyki said as she slowly sat down and placed her hands on her knees as she looked out at the few scenes happening.