Victoria's Bondage Barbie: Ch. 12

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Chapter 12: The Final Countdown

Barbara lay there, glancing at the time, trying to decide what to do: get up, try to get some more sleep, or wait for Victoria to knock on the door?

She finally slapped her hands down on the bed and let out a frustrated grunt, "Uhhhhhhh!!" She knew it was futile to try to get back to sleep. She sat up, brought her knees up, then wrapped her arms around them, thinking.

After a minute, she threw off the sheets, got out of bed, trudged to the dresser, knelt down, and placed the timed lock cuffs back. Even though she hadn't used them as intended, she didn't want to risk Victoria finding out and thinking Barbara had used them as they were supposed to be used.

One part of Barbara assumed Sofia had told Victoria about their conversation from the previous night, but Barbara wasn't entirely convinced; she had developed a bit of fondness toward Sofia and felt she could trust her.

Traipsing to the closet, she began trying to decide what to wear, determined to make the best of a 'bad' night's sleep. It was still the weekend, but she wanted to follow Victoria's lead for the day's dress (based on the previous day). She decided to go casual, but with a hint of 'work'.

Her choice was a sleeveless microfiber button-down front top with a single string bow tie over the shoulder to hold it up. She smiled in a relaxed manner. The events and discussions this weekend had loosened her up about her dress style. This type of outfit was a bit 'daring' for her.

She fantasized briefly: a quick tug on the bow ties, undoing the buttons down the front, the hint of it coming off easily and quickly just felt... energizing. She was on a roll!

A denim skirt felt like a perfect complement. She had a specific skirt in mind -- the one with the full zipper, top to bottom, but on the outside of the left leg, not centered in the back (nor the kind that had a half zipper and you had to step into it), just screamed at her, "Wear me!"

Barbara bit her lower lip and grinned. The zipper was pulled up from the bottom. In a flirty mood, she imagined wearing it on a date, fully zipped down. Then, when her date wasn't looking, unzipping it a few inches to show a little more leg in a teasing fashion.

She regrouped her thoughts with her outfit settled. Barbara now had to decide what to wear underneath -- bra or braless? Panties or not? She decided to put off the decision and think about it while she showered. Which she did.

Now that the previous night's cocktail had worn off to a degree, shaving her legs -- starting at her ankles and working upwards -- all felt normal, at first. But as she worked her way up, the night's events slowly began to resurface in her mind.

When she reached her pussy, she lingered longer than necessary. She made sure to "clean" thoroughly and with more contact than usual, thinking about trying to achieve something more satisfying than last night... but then remembered that Victoria might be up. She toweled off and went to the dresser.

"Ah ha, I thought I saw these," she thought with relief as she saw the pantyhose with bottom-up shorts. She pulled them off first, loving the feel as the bottom-up design gave her butt that little bit of lift, smiling as she thought of the comment from Victoria at the hot tub and watching her backside. The bra was almost an afterthought. Not having much to work with, there was no point trying to lift what wasn't there, she sighed, putting on a plain underwire bra anyway.

All done, she slipped on a pair of wedge heels, picked up her notepad and laptop, and went out to the living room. She didn't see either Victoria or Sofia, as she had hoped. She sat down, booted up, opened her notes, and got to work. She wanted Victoria to see her hard at work first thing, eager to get a final draft done by late afternoon, and then... pool? Maybe the hot tub? Whatever it was, have a nice, relaxing evening to celebrate what they had accomplished, maybe planning the future before Monday, which would also signal their return to work.

"A cup of coffee would be great right now," she thought as she looked around, hoping to spend more time here working with Victoria and Sofia. She smiled to herself as she thought, "I wonder if I'll ever get to see Victoria's bedroom? With the way she has the rest of the place furnished, I bet it is off the wall unique."

As Barbara waited in the common area, 'naively' excited for another day at the villa, Victoria made her final preparations for the day, including -- and most importantly -- for that night.

She finished her notes and sent them to the staff notification system, which they could access on any of the wall tablets Victoria had invested in throughout the house. They cost a little extra during construction, but it was a relief to not have to track down any staff if she just needed to give them information.

As a respectful employer, she had purposely not put any tablets in the servants' house, as she never wanted to disturb them when they were on personal time... which is why she had gone to see Sofia in person this morning. If it wasn't worth Victoria's time to walk over, it wasn't worth the staff's time.

Once Victoria was confident that her plan had been perfected, she dressed casually, thinking, "Hell, I have to dress up the rest of the week for work. I might as well be comfortable!" She did like to put on a show, but for the right occasion and the right time. This was not to be one of those times.

She opted to slip into a pair of khakis and a long-sleeved, white linen shirt that buttoned halfway down her chest. She chose to leave a few buttons undone to 'let them breathe' -- "and make Barbara a little jealous," she chuckled inwardly. As part of her casual attire, Victoria forwent shoes altogether.

Victoria joined Barbara in the common area, and Barbara gazed on Victoria with admiration as she looked up when Victoria entered. She blended classy, professional with alluring, the pleated khakis accentuating her hips, rear, and thighs, and the long-sleeve blouse was businesslike, but the top unbuttoned, exposing cleavage in a way that was right on the fence between acceptable and over the line.

Barbara unconsciously clasped the top of her shirt with one hand, a mix of jealousy and curiosity about whether Victoria was rubbing it in, teasing her, or... coming on? It all faded as they went to work, and the day flew by in a blur. Firstly came breakfast with casual, weekend chit chat.

Next, the ladies discussed additional BDSM research, with Barbara continuing to reveal her thirst and inner desires (though she believed she was being subtle). Victoria continued to happily plant seeds of Inception in Barbara's mind: an occasional lingering touch or glance. Audible commands or airs of dominance. Directing the conversation topics to make Barbara crave subjugation and think constantly about her own, needy anatomy.

Barbara found herself in a zone. She hadn't been this focused on anything as far back as she could remember. Everything Victoria said was engaging her in a way she had never experienced. The best part was that it wasn't just fascinating, it was exciting. She also got a little tense, consciously denying it, but it was... arousing.

Victoria called for a break as Sofia brought mimosas, and then gave Barbara a tour of the entire villa. Or- rather, the parts she wanted Barbara to see for now, opting to not share the dungeon just yet. That would come tomorrow, and Victoria couldn't help but smile just thinking about it. She was deliriously excited about what she was going to do with her very own Barbie.

For Barbara, it was a welcome event when Victoria snapped her fingers, ending the research for the moment to take a break, doubly welcome as she then said they were going on a tour of the Villa. Barbara quickly complied, holding back from telling Victoria how much she liked, how impressed she was, with Victoria's decisiveness, confidence, direction, and ability to take control of every situation.

As they walked, they passed a wall tablet. The bell was illuminated, and Barbara asked about it. "I noticed these in every room. I was curious and, while looking at it, saw that it had a retinal scan to unlock. Is this a way to send messages to staff, like Sofia?" She noticed Victoria gave a brief, devious smile before returning to being a polite host.

Victoria responded, "Astute observation," as she leaned in close for another compliment, "Such a clever girl," she said with a tap of her index finger on the end of Barbara's nose, then squeezed and held Barbara's hand.

"You beat me to it. I am thinking, we may need to explore more for the research which may mean you will have to spend more time here. I was going to ask if I can add you in?"

This was a little earlier than planned but Victoria was having difficulty concealing her intense arousal, thinking, "You fantastically naive toy, building your own trap to be under my control." A single tap and a screen opened: Victoria typed in "BND" and then told Barbara to look into the crosshairs. "BND successfully added" displayed on the screen with a green checkmark.

Victoria explained, "There. Now, even if I am not around, I can still let you know what needs to be done, what YOU need to do."* Barbara felt a surge of excitement, thinking "Is this Victoria hinting she wants me to keep working here?!? On the weekends?!?!? Oh my god, I can't wait for Monday at ANLM! She may make this happen!!!"

She was further enchanted by the idea as she sipped the Mimosa and sparkling water handed to her at various times by Sofia. It was hard for Barbara to think of anything else. Every room led Barbara to imagine being here next weekend. Then the weekend after that. She was mentally already arranging her schedule at ANLM to set aside a portion of the day to work on this project with Victoria, having it all polished for Victoria's approval and suggestions when Barbara showed up for the weekend.

After ensuring Barbara got her dosage of her 'sexual medicine' through the mimosas and then sparkling water at lunch, Victoria was prepared to suggest more pool time -- actual swimming, diving, and sunbathing. They could 'talk shop' during part of the time, then enjoy some sunny tranquility while Sofia applied sunscreen for them.

In full disclosure to herself, Victoria acknowledged that the pool didn't have to be part of the plan, but she was absolutely, fucking loving the eye candy of her blonde bombshell guest, particularly wearing the beach blue swimsuit... "that would be so fucking easy to rip off and dig into her right then and there," Victoria thought to herself as she tried to calm herself. "Eye on the prize," she softly muttered.

In no time, the tour was over, ending with yet another snap of Victoria's fingers, another wide-legged stance with one hand on her hip, an outstretched arm and index finger pointing Barbara to her room as she said, "That lovely blue swim suit? I'm thinking you do it justice better than the ad model... I'll meet you at the pool in thirty minutes."

As Barbara turned, she had a sharp intake of breath and jumped as a sharp 'whack' to her ass surprised her. Victoria's eyes twinkled as she said, "Make it twenty minutes and you might get a reward." Barbara pivoted to see a wickedly smiling Victoria.

A moment of joy overwhelmed her as she rushed to change and get to the pool. She quickly stripped in her room and threw on the bikini swimsuit, then made a mad dash to the pool.

As she got about three feet from Victoria, she froze abruptly when Victoria's hand flew up quickly, palm outward to Barbara, a clear indication to stop. Victoria continued to hold her hand up as she looked at her watch, then looked Barbara up and down as if inspecting her.

She slowly lowered her hand, "19 minutes, 47 seconds, good girl," and motioned to the lounger beside her. Another refreshing afternoon at the pool followed, with both ladies enjoying the perfect weather as they used the pool for alternative exercise (as opposed to the in-home gym).

Each time they exited the pool, dripping wet, they looked like they had stepped directly out of a Sports Illustrated magazine (swimsuit edition) and onto the back patio of Victoria's villa.

As they began to sunbathe, the experience was amplified to an even higher plain as Sofia came out right on cue, offering to expertly apply the sunscreen to each woman based on their preferences for how much sun they wanted. Victoria, with her Italian heritage, had only marginal amounts applied... whereas Barbara needed much more coverage due to her fair skin and light complexion.

Before commencing the sunscreen application, Barbara polished off another Mimosa and was soon floating on air. And the way Victoria was looking at her! Barbara kept thinking as they talked, "She must be considering me for working for her at ANLM!! That has to be it. I mean, maybe as a friend, too, but that can't be bad to be both, can it?" She loved the feeling of the attention... the euphoria.

The Mimosas plus the 'extra' ingredients were making her a little more uninhibited and resulting in uncharacteristic giggles. She also found herself lingering as she bent over to dry her feet and legs when she got out of the pool, giving Victoria the view Barbara already knew got her attention.

As the sunscreen application began, Barbara found herself fighting back a few moans throughout. Sofia may have only been tasked with applying the lotion, but it felt like a heavenly massage to Barbara. There were times where it felt like Sofia's magical hands lingered or 'over-emphasized' the application, but Barbara was nowhere close to complaining.

Victoria secretly watched with enthusiasm, occasionally giving Sofia nonverbal instructions to keep going. Even this visual tease was more fun than Victoria had initially imagined it would be.

After a relaxing afternoon filled with laughs, sun, and rest, Victoria had Sofia bring out their laptops, "Since the weekend is drawing to a close and we need to tie up loose ends on the project," playfully emphasizing the words "tie up". Anyone informed of Victoria's intentions would have sworn she had taken professional acting lessons, as she delivered the statement in a truly remorseful fashion, speaking with gravity and disappointment that their time together was nearing its end.

Both girls continued working in their seductive swimsuits at that patio table, only having bothered to dry their arms with the soft, oversized towels.

Barbara diligently reviewed her notes, pouring over them for the second or even third time. She thought, "This is too important of a project for my career to miss anything. This whole weekend has been so perfect, I'd kick myself if I got this close to the finish line and then had to awkwardly follow up at work or something." She asked a few clarifying questions, adding comments where necessary to help jog her memory later.

Even though it was technically work, it was pleasant working by the pool as they faced each other. Barbara tapped away, only seeing the back of Victoria's laptop, assuming she was also working on the research, as Barbara was impressed by how intensely she was working.

Though it may have been intense, it also struck her how clearly Victoria enjoyed her work, as Victoria had the oddest smile while she stared at her screen, like she had an inside joke, pleased with whatever she was working on.

Victoria smiled as she did some of her own errands. Some were personal and boring, like paying bills... but others were for her own project: the project that was making her smile. Like buying a cruise ticket in Barbara's name. She added airfare to the port of departure, as well as airfare from the port of arrival.

Victoria had researched on her own time for the past few days, finding the perfect cruise, lasting 57 days. The Princess cruise traveled from Sydney to Tokyo, and would be in starkly different time zones to prevent unwanted, unexpected attempts to contact Barbara, though Victoria had no such expectations. It was merely a precaution; Victoria typically played 4-D chess while others played checkers.

She had the money to spend, but also didn't believe in being wasteful. In fact, that very opposition to prodigality was only going to help her plan. She booked the trip in Barbara's name, thus creating a paper trail of her journey (should inquiring minds be concerned). Then, Victoria cancelled the trip and booked another, identical trip... this time, in the name of Sally Bishop.

Sally had been under Victoria's employ as long as she had been in the villa, and Victoria was Sally's first employer in America. Sally was born and had grown up in England and was a fanatical gardener, bringing her passion for breathtaking beauty to Victoria's villa.

Lucky for Victoria and her plan, Sally met all the criteria that Victoria needed: Sally was in her mid-30s (but managed to maintain her youth), blonde hair, well toned, and happened to be only an inch taller than Barbara. As an added bonus for Victoria's frugal 'conscience', Sally had deserved to take a break from her labors. Other than a few sick days and minimal holiday time, she hadn't had significant leave from her duties at the villa.

For Victoria, this represented an ideal opportunity to reward her faithful gardener, while also having someone travel on Barbara's paper trail who could pass for her when seen in brief by less familiar faces. If a family member attempted to trace Barbara's footsteps, this should more than suffice.

Both the women were wrapping up their work as evening started to set in. Barbara smiled as she closed her laptop, "Thanks so much for letting me confirm my research notes. I definitely don't want to pester you, I just wanted to clear up everything we've covered so I can start working towards documenting it all in a thorough research memorandum."

Victoria returned the pleasantries, "Oh of course, Dear. But enough of our work this weekend. We have one last evening to enjoy!" She rose from the table, incidentally showing off her form while doing so. "I thought we could have some 'girl fun' for our last night, watching a couple movies in my room while cozily snacking?"

Barbara's eyes lit up as she excitedly affirmed her attendance, happy to finally get to see Victoria's room and to spend casual, free time with her friend (without having to worry about additional research).

As they stepped back inside the house and made their way back to the hallway, Victoria said plainly, "I've had Sofia lay out a couple outfits for you on your bed. You'll wear one of them to my room for our relaxation time."

Barbara's breath hitched before she decided to playfully go along... or so she thought: "Well, we'll see. You definitely have good taste, but I may keep you guessing," she laughed and winked.

Victoria swatted her ass a little harder than past, playful instances. "Consider it a uniform, then. I reserve the right to deny admittance to movie night if you aren't wearing the correct outfit," she spoke clearly, with a hint of sternness.

Barbara's mind raced: "is she joking? What do I even say back? Would she really shut me out?"

Victoria broke the silence with a commanding, "Yes ma'am?"

"Yes ma'am," Barbara gulped in a subdued tone before repeating, "YES MA'AM," to relieve the visual daggers from Victoria. She still couldn't really tell if Victoria was joking at this point, but remembered Victoria's tendencies for dominance and decided to not spoil the weekend by being obstinate. There was no point in testing the boundaries.

Victoria lightened up, "Looking forward to a relaxing evening. See you in my room in 30 minutes. No need to knock, just come on in."

The ladies parted ways to their rooms. For Victoria, it was the beginning of her victory in subjecting Barbara to her will. For Barbara, it was the nearly the last of what little freedom she had left.

Barbara's emotions swung quickly, though, as she walked. Still a bit in shock at Victoria's commanding tone, it melted away as her mind went back to their first meeting at the BDSM Club, Victoria's commanding presence in her latex outfit.

"Right," she told herself, "That's just Victoria's manager side mixing with her alpha personality," as she began to feel more like this was ideal, as she found they worked well together. She was beginning to get excited too, wondering what to expect, the word "uniform" reigniting some of the memories of the VR Cosplay displays that had turned her on: maid, cop, and nurse uniforms as a small sampling.

"Oh my, that can't be it, can it," she giggled while quietly asking herself as she opened the door. She looked at the bed, and then thought, "No, it's not that," she smiled as she closed the door, looked at her watch and made note of the thirty minute deadline.

She approached the bed, impressed by how perfectly everything was arranged, like a commercial photoshoot. Just as Victoria had indicated, there was more than one outfit, Barbara's curiosity rising as she neared the bed.

Her eye was drawn to an envelope lying on top. She picked it up and saw "Girls Night" on the front. She opened it and read a brief note: "I'm looking forward to seeing how you deal with this 'predicament', more of this or more of that?"

There was no signature, but it was personal stationery. The printed header, "Miss Victoria" with a small image of a high heel underneath. Barbara smiled and nodded her head, "Yeah, that is so Victoria" she said out loud to herself. In her mind, she thought Victoria was simply showing off her high fashion style with the image, before she narrowed her eyes, unsure about the potentially cryptic meaning, "... more of this or more of that."

She unfolded one of the outfits. It was a beautiful shade of green camisole, the hem only going down to just below the navel. A shiny, stretchy, high-waisted French cut set of panties was included, ostensibly to cover below what would have otherwise left her nude below the waist.

The other was a chemise of a similar pattern that extended just past the bottom of her butt cheeks. However, the upper portion was more daring, far more exposed above the waist.

Right then, it dawned on her what Victoria's riddle meant: the camisole bared more of her lower torso, the chemise exposed more of her upper torso and chest. She smiled coyly. "This is some sort of test you ingenious boss," she acknowledged aloud as she tried to decide.

She looked at her watch; five minutes had passed, and she hadn't even started to dress. She snapped her fingers as she realized the best solution. She didn't have much upstairs to show off, but Victoria was clearly an admirer of her backside. She tossed aside the camisole and picked up the chemise and panties, but noticed another item beneath both.

She picked up the item, seeing another note, "Wear with either choice". She was pleased that it was a silky-smooth robe -- 'abbreviated' to be sure, but nonetheless something she would love to have!

She quickly disrobed and began putting on the chemise, glad it covered her disappointing lack of breasts. She picked up the panties, tracing them with her finger for a moment, appreciating the feel and noting their similarity to latex. It certainly made her recall Victoria's appearance in the club when they first met.

Barbara started to slip them on before she noticed they had garter belt-like tabs and grommets at each hip. She pulled them between her legs with the clasps undone, appreciating that they didn't need to be stepped into but could be removed without lifting either foot off the ground. It was kind of sexy to think of how convenient they would be to remove! Done.

She picked up the robe and, as she lifted, another Note was revealed. "You're not done - SHOES! CLOSET." Barbara rushed to the closet, a mix of excitement from the outfit and a bit of fear from the deadline getting closer. Flinging the door open, she saw one pair right up front; the rest had clearly been arranged further back, so there was no mistake about which pair to wear.

She picked them up, returned to the room, and sat on the edge of the bed, not sure what to think. They were definitely for wearing in the privacy of one's home, conveniently slip-on and slip-off, which Barbara assumed was the intent for curling up to watch a movie.

But they also felt a bit... slutty -- the clear acrylic sole making them a platform, and the heel was higher than anything she had ever worn. That's partially what worried her. She slipped them on, took a breath, then slowly stood, balancing against the bed. She stood upright, her height now giving her a warm feeling, the full-length mirror giving her a thrill as she spied her legs looking longer, calves shapelier.

Barbara took a tentative step, then another, before her ankle surrendered and she toppled onto the bed. She blew away a strand of hair from her face as she sat up, frustrated. The closet door was still open, and she spied almost the exact same pair further back, but with kitten heels.

She slipped off the current pair, stood, and as she walked to the closet, said out loud to herself, "Sorry, Vict- MISS Victoria (said a bit sarcastically), but you're not going to force me to wear those." She went to the closet, picked up the identical-looking (but shorter) kitten heels, and placed the original at the back. "Besides... " she again said aloud, "... you won't notice the difference and they're going to come off as soon as we settle down to watch the movie anyway."

She looked at her watch and smiled as she realized she would be early. She began sauntering down the hallway to Victoria's room. She composed herself and took a deep breath before she walked in without knocking as instructed.

"I am SOOO ready for this evening," Barbara declared as held up the first note telling her to choose, and ended her declaration with a smiling and over-emphasized "MISS Victoria," highlighting the personalized stationary header.