Safe Word - Part 2

The following morning, Mr. and Mrs. Possible sit in the breakfast nook, Ann sipping a cup of coffee while James leaves through the morning newspaper. Neither of them seem to be in any particular hurry to get to work, Ann’s first procedure not being until mid-afternoon and James…well, rocket science isn’t exactly a rush job. That being said, the two of them look rather tired, having not gotten a decent amount of sleep the night before.

James: I had the weirdest dream last night. We sat around nude, drinking hot chocolate while we watched those gawd-awful Dakota Johnson movies.

In mid-sip, Ann abruptly coughs into her coffee mug, nearly choking on the lukewarm brew. James looks over his newspaper with a raised eyebrow, a little taken aback by her reaction…Ann chuckles and coughs at the same time as she sets her cup down. Just as he opens his mouth to ask if she’s alright, the two turn their heads toward the hallway entrance and the distinct sound of a woman’s feet padding down the back staircase.

A very un-villain-like Shego, looking as if she’d just come home from a night of clubbing, strides through the doorway. In her stocking feet and a little black dress, the raven-haired woman pauses to put on her stiletto heels.

Shego: Good morning, parental units. Hope we didn’t keep y’all up all night.

Holding onto the doorframe, Shego lifts one leg and then the other, slipping her feet into the mile-tall footwear. Neither Possible says a word, blinking as they get one eyeful and then another, Shego clearly not caring if the pair notices that she isn’t wearing anything beneath the ultra-skimpy dress.

Heels clicking across the tiled floor, the Possibles eyes following her as she goes, Shego pauses at the back door. Gesturing towards the second floor with an upturned thumb, the villainess gives the pair a side-eyed smirk and opens the door.

Shego: Might wanna check on sleeping beauty in a couple. Poor thing didn’t sleep a wink last night.

Giving them a half-hearted wave and a lip-puckered kissing gesture, Shego is out the door and down the sidewalk.

Shego: Toodles!

With the sound of Shego's absconded hovercraft beginning to whir to life in the front yard, the Possibles simultaneously turn to one another, saying nothing…and then simultaneously turn to look towards the floor above.

In the nude…apart from the padded, leather cuffs attached the her wrist and ankles -and- the red, leather-strapped ball gag dangling around her neck…Kim rolls over in her semi-slumber. Rolling over, however, causes her to jolt wide awake, wincing at the pain in her posterior with an audible groan. The redhead flails an arm, grabbing at her butt crack…and is immediately met with the source of her discomfort.

Just as she’s about to dislodge it, Kim senses something…or other, senses someone.

Standing in the bedroom doorway, Ann and James say nothing, watching as Kim turns to them, her hand grasping the huge, green butt plug stuck in her ass. The wide-eyed parental units simply stare at her for a few uncomfortable seconds…until Kim gives them a sheepish, guilty-looking smirk.

Kim: Alright. Let’s face it. This is -not- the worst thing you’ve caught me doing.

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Original Art by Gagala

Edits by Phillipthe2