Packages — #7
—Griffen
“Thanks to all my Lovebugs who make streams like this possible! Make sure to vote for my next outfit in this week’s poll by Tuesday! And have yourselves a beauuuuuuuutiful week! This is Vikki Valentine, g off!”
Smiling, Vikki clicked the end stream button and then bounced to her feet. Another successful stream in the bag. She had been at this for just over six months now and she loved it! The opportunity to dress up, the knowledge that so many people were watching her and getting off on her delightful costumes, and most importantly how much Storm enjoyed it. Vikki would have done it for free, truth be told, but Storm had wisely pointed out that she needed to eat. So she charged just enough to provide some supplemental income for the streams; cameras, outfits, and the such, and the rest got set aside. There had been talks about donating it somewhere, but nothing concrete yet. Storm didn’t know any good charities and Vikki didn’t have the mind to choose one herself. She was too busy with work, her streams, and catering to Storm’s every need to even consider research. But all of that could wait until later. She minced through the apartment, making a beeline for the bedroom where she knew Storm would be waiting for her.
“All done Mistress!” she announced before walking through the door.
Storm smirked at her from the bed, the strap already attached and ready for Veronica. She didn’t move from the doorway however, waiting for an order and giving Storm a chance to ire her outfit. As reluctant as Storm had been about Vikki being a full service sub at the start, they had certainly grown into that dynamic in the recent months.
Schoolgirl had been the vote for the week, which Vikki had put her signature goth spin on. Black crop shirt with red accents tied together directly under her cleavage paired with a red-on-black plaid miniskirt all over her signature lacy black thong and push-up bra. Her hair was pulled into a pair of black pigtails, with a few pink streaks highlighting how dark her hair was, hanging down her ass which when combined with the simple black choker nicely framed her face. The black and red stockings combined with the black platform Mary Janes brought the entire look together, but the real finishing touch was the black bubblegum she had found and ordered last week. Seeing the shiny bubble slowly inflate from between her plump lips had driven her fans wild. Playfully, she gave the bubble a pop.
“Oh, naughty girl,” Storm chastised, “You know that gum is against the rules.”
Vikki’s body shifted immediately, reading between the lines and slipping into the implied role with ease. She twirled her black hair on a finger, her face twisted into a moue of playful insolence.
“Oh, I’m sooooooooooo sorry Mistress. I’ve been very naughty. I must’ve forgotten. Perhaps if you punish me I’ll better next time.”
Storm smirked, knowing exactly how much either of them actually wanted Vikki to learn and beckoned her slave over with a crook of her finger.
Happily, but careful to pretend that she was contrite, Vikki made her way over to the bed. Storm pointed to the strap-on and without a moment of consideration, Vikki opened her mouth and swallowed the entire thing to the hilt, working the dildo with every ounce of affection she had for her Mistress.
It had taken a bit of practice for her to reach this point, the motions were very different than working with a real cock, but Vikki had long since figured out how to bring her Mistress to an orgasm by blowing the strap-on. It was all in the rocking motion, the bobbing along the shaft would translate into vibrations internally. Veronica knew she was doing a great job when her Mistress grabbed her pigtails like handlebars to pull her deeper onto the fake cock. Veronica didn’t gag, she had long since eradicated her gag reflex and mastered breathing through her nose, but she did make the throaty murmurs of appreciation at being so roughly treated as she used her tongue and its piercing to continue to rock the silicon shaft. She got a second wave of approval as her Mistress’s legs kicked and spasmed along her back indicating an orgasm.
“I think,” Storm said after a moment, “I’ll have to pound the lesson into you.”
The strap-on slid out of Vikki’s mouth and she eagerly positioned herself across the bed. Her Mistress slid behind her and then slammed into her asshole with enough force to make it hurt despite how well Vikki had just lubricated the shaft, making Vikki’s toes curl and grateful moans spill from her mouth.
“Oh,” Vikki said, mouth spilling forth automatically, “I’m so sorry. Please Mistress, don’t hurt me.”
“It’s,” Storm said, sliding back and then slamming forward again, “The only way you learn.”
The pain from being slammed into quickly drowned the response that had been brewing in delicious painful pleasure.
“Two,” Storm prompted.
“Two,” Vikki agreed, “Thank you for fucking this lesson into me Mistress.”
Satisfied, Storm continued.
“Three,” Vikki gasped, “Thank you for fucking this lesson into me Mistress. Four…”
Mistress made her count all the way to twenty-five before burying herself and leaving the strap in place long enough for Vikki to spasm through an orgasm. Only when Vikki had stopped shaking did the strap withdrawal.
“Stay,” Mistress commanded, causing Vikki to pause from her standing up and wait. Behind her she could hear the exchange of pieces behind her. It was only a minute, barely any time at all, before she could hear Mistress returning to the bed.
“Roll over.”
Vikki did, laying on her back staring up at the love of her life who towered over her with a fresh dildo. Mistress looked over Vikki’s body, causing her to squirm in satisfaction before commenting. “You are so fucking wet.”
Vikki could only nod. She always was so wet, so needy, after a stream. The curse, and blessing, of exhibitionism. Thankfully, Storm was a kind Mistress and was more than willing to spend the time in bed satisfying the needs. There was a brief pause as Storm pulled Vikki’s shirt apart, causing her pierced nipples to spill into the open air. It had been long since established that Strom deeply appreciated Vikki’s piercings, especially since it was Storm’s work in the first place. Vikki had gone under the needle a dozen times since they had started dating months ago, each to get another piercing at Storm’s hands.
Her tongue and nipple piercings have been supplemented with a septum, two collarbone, an eyebrow, a nostril, a bridge, a spider bite on her lip, a navel, a clit, several ear piercings, and a handful of labia piercings. All in silvery chrome, which was Storm’s favorite color. Each and every one of them had turned her into a jelly-legged mess in Storm’s chair but each had been absolutely perfect. Vikki cherished each of them as signs of Storm’s affection.
Vikki’s happy memories were interrupted by the roughness of Storm’s teeth wrapping around her right nipple, catching the bars and pulling, causing Vikki to arch and cry in pleasure. Storm continued to pull and Vikki had to arch and lift herself off the bed, helpless before her Mistress’s mouth. She had nearly been lifted off the bed when Storm let her go and she crashed back to the bed cooing. She went to grab her breasts, comfort the tender nipple, but Storm caught Vikki’s hands and pulled them over head before sliding the fresh dildo into Vikki’s needy kitty.
“Mmmmmmmmmmm,” Vikki moaned in appreciation.
“You’re welcome,” Storm said with a small smile.
Vikki couldn’t help but smile in return. She might get off on the pain, but the sweet and tender moments were just as important to her.
“I love you,” she murmured to her Mistress, her lover, her girlfriend above her.
Storm gave her a small kiss. “I love you too,” she confessed.
The two of them spent the rest of evening making love.
The next morning Vikki left Storm’s apartment a bit earlier than she normally did so that way she could stop by her apartment before work. It had grown increasingly unnecessary as the months had gone on, but Veronica didn’t want to break her lease. It would only be two more months before she could formally move out and officially move in with Storm. They were both very excited for it.
But until then, it was Veronica’s official address. Which made it where she got her packages shipped and where she kept the clothes she wasn’t wearing as much these days. Like her massive heel collection. As much as Veronica loved heels, Storm had been very clear that Vikki had to relax, and relaxation meant barefoot with pajama pants, baggy t-shirts. It boggled Veronica’s mind that Storm found her just as attractive sprawled out and covered up in casual wear as when Vikki was done up in something tight and showy. It went against every instinct Vikki had as a proud big tiddy goth girlfriend, but she had long accepted that Storm’s preferences were far more important than something as insignificant as Vikki’s exhibitionist desires.
Not that Storm’s desires had stopped Veronica from ordering more showy outfits and heels. She still enjoyed them after all. Some of them would eventually be used on Stream, others with Storm or at the club, but most were bought just because some part of her brain insisted that she had to have it.
ittedly, the more time she spent with Storm the less that voice reared its head. And when it did the more odd it sounded. Veronica supposed it made some small amount of sense. With someone as amazing as Storm in her life, she didn’t need to fill that gap with retail therapy. The weirdness of the voice she had no explanation for, but she never dwelled on it for long.
There were two packages at Veronica’s door. One was expected, a new outfit she had ordered the week before in preparation of Storm and her planned move in date. It was black and strappy in a way to show off every piercing at the same time. The other was another of the mystery packages. Veronica left that by the door as she let herself into her apartment. The strappy outfit box was stashed with all the others she had picked up in the past weeks and then made her way to the closet. Her fingers traced over the Chemical Love shirts before settling on the tight black sweater and charcoal grey skirt combination that she hadn’t worn in a long while. It was a bit… tighter than she ed, particularly in the chest, but it was still appropriate enough for work. She complimented the outfit with her heeled-combat boots, black stockings, and her standard black choker. She touched up her makeup, grabbed a pile of clothes and stuffed them into a duffle so she could take them over to Storm’s after work, and walked out the door. Almost as an afterthought, she scooped the other package, the one for ‘Vikki’ from by her apartment door and tucked it under her arm. She unceremoniously threw the box into the dumpster on her way back to her car. And by the time she was halfway to work, she had already forgotten all about it.