Sir Bill

The two of them just stared at each other for a few moments. Vyki felt like an eternity of explanations and excuses run through her head as she flipped back and forth between Bill and the 4 guys as to why Paul looked and acted like this, sure she’d be the subject of laughter, teasing, ****, and ridicule as she’d never be able to show any face in public, assuming she could even find some way home then.

Bill was just trying to process the vision before him. He was sure that Molly & Paul’s party was last night, and he wasn’t sure why Paul was still dressed up and why he appeared like some sort of perverted, submissive slut with everything from the pig tails to the see through dress and nearly nonexistent panties. And where the hell is his cock? What the fuck is going on?

Trying to head the conversation off at the pass, Vyki asked "Oh hello... Sir Bill, is it? Molly’s boyfriend, right?” holding her hand out to Bill’s free hand not holding his equipment bag sagging from its rugged handles. “You may not remember me, I’m Vyki, Paul’s sister.” Vyki said looking pleadingly into Bill’s eyes just hoping he’d get the gist of it and not blow the story now. It was bad enough Bill knew the whole story but at least he is ‘family’ and knew why things were. Plus, Bill hasn’t seen her do anything yet. If she played this right, she might be able to fall under his supervision and be able to avoid the four whoresmen. Hell! Maybe she could talk Bill into taking her home too. ‘Oh, God, Bill!! Please play along,’ Vyki prayed to her mental mind.

Bill knew there had to be a story here and he was wanting to hear about it, but considering he expected her to bite his head off for how their last session ended & it wasn’t the first time he’s had to dance around out of context secret meetings, he could improv with the best of them, “oh, right! Paul’s little sister, right?” Bill answered gently grasping her hand, and trying to keep it going asked, “is Molly and Paul around?”

Feeling his light touch on her hands sent an odd shiver through Vyki’s body. This man had been guiding, watching, and doing training sessions with her for months, but this was the first time she actually felt his flesh in years. Vyki realized he was going to play along and couldn’t stop the nervous giggle escape, “no, Paul was called out of town for work and Miss H sent Molly home with a migraine but didn’t want me to miss out on my first night here, so Miss H arranged for these Sirs to take me home later and keep an eye on me as a guest here.” Vyki was proud of herself to be able to summarize it all even if she felt like she was rambling.

“Great, great,” Bill said still amazed that Paul was in this position, but he struggled to see many indications of Paul as he kept seeing Vyki anywhere he looked. He knew Paul longer, but it was hard to see him in the sexy giggling face in front of him. Bill was suddenly reminded of why he was here as he felt the weight of the toy bag pulling on his arm and looked behind himself for his partner. Without seeing her, he turned back to Vyki, “well, um, I promised my girl she’d get some play time after finally reaching some goals.” Bill wanted to hear more about this and tried to find an out for getting her off to the side, “would you want to come help me set up while she gets herself ready?”

Vyki could hear Mock clear his throat behind her, and she was reminded of the empty water bottle in her hand and her task at hand. Vyki is really frustrated that she might miss out on her escape if she misses her chance to talk to Sir Bill privately. Swallowing her pride at just one more thing she’ll have to explain to Sir Bill, but it's what she has to do in this role she’s playing, at least that’s what she tells herself. Turning around to face Mock, “Doc Mock, Sir, after I get you your water, would you be kind enough to excuse me from your service to assist Sir Bill and observe his techniques?”

“Well, it depends on how much longer you are going to take to do this simple task,” Vyki gulps wondering if he has been counting this whole time as her timed activity. “But finish that and then we can discuss it. The other guys have their own input too.”

“Yes, of course, Sir,” Vyki replies chipperly turning around with Sir Bill still blocking the door. She realized that Sir Bill’s head position indicated he was probably just staring at her ass before she turned around. Blushing, Vyki timidly ask, “um, Sir Bill, might I trouble you to allow me through so I can finish up my task from Doc Mock and then if they allow it, I would be honored to come assist you.”

Bill for his sake is still trying to process all this but steps to the side holding the door for Vyki and says, “yes, of course... uh, look forward to it.”

Vyki says, “thank you, Sir Bill,” sending a shiver down her spine again and continues her strut away to get the water.

Bill stands there staring at her walk away for a moment. He spent weeks watching her build and develop that walk and while he was impressed of what he saw on video, something about seeing her ass sway in that thong in person seemed to be infinitely hotter.

Walking into the feasting area, Vyki tossed the bottle into the requisite blue bin and quickly moved to the fridge. Walking back to the play area she seemed to almost have butterflies in her stomach as she was oddly excited and yet afraid to confront Sir Bill.

Taking a deep breath she walked in to the room. Glancing to the side she saw Sir Bill pulling things from his bag and placing them on one of the large, suspended tables, but he paused what he was doing and locked eyes with Vyki as she walked in. Vyki quickly dropped her gaze but looked up after a couple of steps and was surprised to see he hadn’t moved and was following her with his eyes.

Turning her attention back to the gaggle of guys, she saw them all looking at her again including Mock who she walked over and handed the fresh bottle, “your water, Doc Mock, Sir.”

“Thank you, slut,” Mock said a bit louder than was necessary. Vyki leaned over and looked directly into Mock’s eyes and said, “no, thank you, Sir,” and kissed him before standing up.

Mock looked at her with a mischievous grin, “since Bill is an old friend of your family, I think he can be trusted and could be a good person to learn some things from as he is known for his training skills.”

“Oh, thank you so much, Doc Mock,” Vyki said giddily.

“However,” Mock said interrupted her as he held his hand up, “there is the issue of your repayment. A full 3 minutes extra to your time, not to mention asking each of the others as well.”

Vyki’s heart dropped to her gut as she thought about how many swats that equated to work having to make out with him.

Mock enjoyed seeing the color drain from her face and shock go across it. And even though they had already worked this all out with Bill as he passed by, he was still enjoying tormenting Vyki. “So, here is how I’m willing to compromise for you, so as not to keep him waiting too long. You need to ask each of the others to release you and if they agree, you will accept two parting swats from each as you kiss them goodbye. I will then further advance the exchange rate from 5 seconds per swat generously to 10 seconds per swat for a total of 10 swats while we you proceed to make out with me for the remaining balance of 50 seconds. By doing this, your debt will be repaid and if all parties are in agreement, you may continue on to your next bout of education. That sound fair to you, slut?”

As Mock was saying that, Vyki was feeling the Vadget suddenly coming to life and randomly changing intensity & it was making her lust addled tired brain even more challenged to follow Mock’s math, but it seemed generally equivalent. And while she wasn’t looking forward to it, it was at least something to get her away from them and over to Sir Bill. While she still was upset at him, he was at least a known entity she was trusted. “Oh...Okay, Doc Mock, Sir,” Vyki agreed timidly.

Mock was a little surprised she agreed so readily but he was sure it just spoke to her inner desire to really be treated as a slut and this was just a good excuse to blame it on others. “Good, then get to asking them and come back to me if they all agree.”

“Yes, Doc Mock,” Vyki said in a near daze as the Vadget seemed to be wildly going around in motions she hadn't felt before. Stepping over to Ian she said, “Sir Ian, may I be excused from your server to... <moan> go learn from Sir Bill?”

Ian was surprised to see her so flush and yet distracted after being so reticent earlier, but knew it really was more than they had agreed tacitly earlier but wasn’t about to dismiss it. “Yes, you may.”

Mock then stated a bit too loudly, “thank him with the kiss and accept the payment, slut.”

Vyki leaned over and said, “thank you, Sir Ian,” as she leaned forward and touched his lips, she felt his hand come down on her ass. Breaking briefly from him, she stated, “1, thank you, Sir Ian.” She wasn’t sure it was required, but she didn’t want to chance it not counting. As the next smack came down, the Vadget lit up again and she began moaning before it even hit, “mmm 2, thank you, Sir Ian.”

Gin was liking this change of pass from her and spoke up, “over here next, slut.”

Vyki stood up and strutted over to Sir Gin on near autopilot. “Sir Gin, may I....mmmm... may I be excused, Sir.”

Gin was amazed that this girl seemed to be getting hot just thinking about the swats she was going to get. “Yes, you may.”

Vyki leaned down and said, “thank you, Sir Gin,” and just before her lips touched his, a loud smack seemed to echo through the room before her brain could even register it, “oh God!” Vyki exclaimed into his lips. “3, thank you, Sir Gin.” Vyki was then hit with a large wave of vibrations in her crotch as another resounding smack hit her and she mound out “4.... mmmmmmmmm thank you, Sir Gin...” when he pulled her to him and pushed his tongue into her lips, she didn’t resist as her body was on fire from the vibrations beneath. When he finally broke free she stood there panting with her ass out for a moment as the vibrations seemed to drop for a bit.

Realizing they were still looking at her, she slowly sashayed over to Mr. Lance. “Mr. Lance, Sir, may I be excused,” Vyki barely got out before she felt a rumbling beneath her. Lance could see she was flustered and grasp her pigtails, gently pulling her face towards him. Holding her pigtails to keep her nose just an inch in front of his. “You may, girl,” Lance replied. Unable to move her head but panting from her reaching heart even though the Vadget seemed to have slowed, Vyki could only respond, “thank you, Mr. Lance.“

Lance then pulled her face to his by her pigtails. As she kissed him, he moved both pigtails to a single hand to hold her head steady as he reached behind her with his other hand and came down on her prominent ass with a firm swat. Her head locked in place by her wig’s ponytails, Vyki could only respond with her lips still touching his, “5, thank you, Mr. Lance.” As the next firm swat hit her, she could feel the grasp on her hair loosen lightly, but she still didn’t move as she uttered, “6, thank you, Mr. Lance.” Even as her hair hung loosely now, Vyki took several heartbeats before she separated herself from Mr. Lance.

In a nearly complete daze, Vyki stood up and sauntered over to Doc Mock. After the second step, the Vadget roared to life and she had a misstep. Seeing Doc Mock’s movement towards her as if ready to catch her seemed almost endearing as he seemed to care for her, but the vibrations had settled some and she easily regained her footing with a light giggle. Glancing around, she could see the men were staring at her, and her eyes briefly glanced over to Sir Bill who was standing still at the table not having moved any more tools and appeared still slack jawed. Turning back to Doc Mock, Vyki could see him look at her with an almost hungry gaze and she felt the Vadget roar to life again as she could stop the moan. Taking the last two steps hurriedly she stood before him and asked, “Doc Mock, Sir, may I be excused?” She stood there writhing her thighs together trying to cope with the **** on her sex and dulling her mind; she couldn’t prevent the light moan from escaping her lips.

Mock grinned mischievously, “while they have agreed, there is still the matter of your payment.” Mock reached out to the obviously horny slut and grasped her waist to pull her to him.

Vyki was startled by the sudden grip as Doc Mock manhandled her towards his seat. She barely even felt the padding of his chair before she found herself kneeling over him, her knees on either side of his hips. Her gasp was triggered largely from the apparent maximum level of the vibrating confinement of her cock, but to everyone else it was solely from being controlled and pulled into such a sexy pose as her nearly naked tits set at the man’s lips. Her guttural moan as Doc Mock grasped her collar and pulled her lips to his, signaling her wanton desire to be manhandled to the outside world, but Vyki’s mind was too awash in sensations from the wildly erratic erotic motions around her trapped rod.

As Doc Mocks hand came crashing down to her ass, the sharp sensation of his palm clapping down on her ass seemed to startle her brain enough to remind her what she was doing and while she contemplated moving away as she wiggled her hips, another part of her reminded her of the tasks for her perceived role and she uttered out, “7, thank you, Doc Mock,” before moaning more as the vibrations continued beneath her.

The next two swats came in quick succession, “8,” Vyki barely managed to get out before the next swat, “9, thank you, Doc Mock,” were the verbal sounds that escaped her lips while she continued to make out with Doc Mock her body whimpering as she felt an explosion approaching inside her. The next swat was met with waves up and down of the Vadget driving her nearer to the edge before pulling back and getting closer again before receding, “10, thank you, Doc Mock,” Vyki managed to get out before she wrapped her hands around his neck as she continued to kiss him deeply rocking her hips on his thighs. The vibrations seemed to be accelerating again as far as Vyki could tell and the swat only partially got through the haze as she eked out, “11, thank you, Doc Mock.” Vyki knew what was coming and part of her screamed out to stop this all but so much of her was begging for release that when the power seemed to plateau and she was near the edge the next swat was met with a wanton “12,” and earnest, “thank you, Doc Mock, Sir!” As she relished in the rush running through her body.

However, the endorphins and hormones rushing through her blood stream masked the sudden loss of sensations from her silicone prison. When she felt the next swat, she tried to push harder into Doc Mock looking to get over the edge as she wanted more, “13, thank you, Doc Mock,” she nearly yelled begging for the climax to come. Yet her body almost seemed to be pulling back lightly but she kept pressing on ready for the next onslaught she was begging for as the hand smacked down on her and she whimpered out, “14, thank you, Doc Mock, please give me more!” The next swat came quickly as she thought she felt an vibration but couldn’t tell if it was just an echo of his pounding but her brain didn’t care, “yes! 15, thank you, Doc Mock!” But the vibrations still didn’t return in **** so she tried to make out even more earnest to show Sir how deserving she was of the release and adoration, she continued to show him how sensual and loving she could be. She moved one hand from around his neck and reached down between their bodies and found his cock as she rubbed him through his pants trying to show him what she wanted. Even as the next swat came, she almost roboticly responded, “16, thank you, Doc Mock,” as she continued making out with him, rubbing and squeezing her groin, just wanting the vibrations and **** on her trapped appendage to return and give her release. She waited for more and didn’t stop her wanton ****, yet nothing happened. When she felt Doc Mock finally push back on her to separate their lips and faces, she whimpered at him in wanton desperation as she rocked her hips on his thighs pleading at him with her eyes. Only when his hand finally moved down and covered her hand that was still rubbing up and down on his clothed cock, did it finally register with her brain what she was doing.

Jerking her hand back, her hormone empowered body slide back and she stood up before him, panting and flush in her cheeks. Hearing Mock finally say panting and out of breath himself, “that was amazing, Vyki, but an agreement and rules still stand. You are released from our service.”

Vyki then looked around at the guys all staring at her with large grins on their faces, she could then see there was a couple that seemed to have stopped playing and staring at her as another couple appeared in near coitus looking in her direction. And there at the table is Sir Bill, her trainer for the past several months, staring at her in shock but with a very noticeable and uncomfortable bulge in his pants.