Bill and Tracy continued – by Chloe

Part 5

 

Bill and Tracy were very much in love. True, deep love. Their love and affection permeated every minute of their time together. But then there was the intrusion of work and the time and other demands that came with it. Their time apart made their time together even more precious. 

 

Financially, Bill hadn’t needed to work for  a while. A small inheritance and careful investing had given him enough to live comfortably even without his work income. His houses, primarily rental properties, at the beach and in the mountains were debt free and produced some income, but that income was incidental in comparison to what he made from his other holdings. 

 

Tracy still had a ways to go before retirement would be possible, but not too  far. Her company understood her value and she was generously compensated—including stock options which, depending upon how well the company fared, could be worth enough to get her to retirement.

 

They continued meeting as often as they could—always seeking out new places to discover and explore. 

 

And Tracy continued to build out the Plan. 

 

All of the necessary clothing had been acquired, and a girlfriend  from the scene had been enlisted to help with her hair, makeup and other preparations. Only the piercings remained to be done, and she was going to hold off until closer to the date for those. After some thought, she determined that “letting Bill do with her as he pleased” would involve making  available to him bondage gear to use on her, though she doubted, given that he was submissive, that he would actually use it. So she arranged for her carefully-curated gear collection to be brought out of storage. He might find some of her things to be somewhat shocking in their potential severity, but the mere presence of the gear, even if as only a prop, would add some charge to the scene. 

 

Since she wanted her gear to be present, she decided that the best place to do this would be her apartment. In addition  to her living area and bedrooms, she had a spare room that could  serve as a playroom—which would be perfect. She continued to agonize over the when. 

 

Bill had a birthday coming up and they had talked about turning it into a long, maybe 4-day, weekend. When he offered to fly out to stay with her and explore her city for the weekend,  the last wheel definitively clicked and locked into place. And so it would be. 

 

Part 6

 

Out of dread she put off having her piercings done until the last minute—Saturday morning of the weekend prior—probably not allowing enough time to fully heal. She was okay with this, reasoning that the piercings would only be “temporary” anyway. She decided against having her nose pierced, though she did admire the attendant’s septum ring. Perfect for a submissive, she thought, but not for her that day—she was having enough done. The actual piercing of her nipples wasn’t as bad as she worried it might be, and she didn’t mind the piercings themselves—the medium gauge steel rings and balls were kinda hot. They did make her nipples tender, though. She absolutely hated every minute of wearing the tongue ball. Besides the pain, which would only last a couple of days, she was always aware of it, it constantly annoyed her, and it gave her a slight lisp. But it was something her fantasy sissy had to have, so she had to have it too. She had no meetings and could work from home the first part of the week, so she could endure and get by. It was all for the cause—the Plan. And after all, it was his birthday!

 

When she and her girlfriend unpacked the several boxes that held her gear she was surprised at the impact  it had on her. It had been a while, and she had forgotten much about the feelings and emotions that life evoked. A lot of it came vividly rushing back to her as they unpacked. At one point she started to wonder if she really had done all those things. 

 

There were restraints, both metal and leather, clamps and weights, funnels, dildos, plugs  and harnesses, electrical gear, hoods, gags, whips, canes and other items. All tested and personally chosen by her. She had left the four boxes which held her rubber collection, the really pervy stuff, in storage. She didn’t think it would be needed for the weekend. 

 

She noticed a change in her girlfriend’s demeanor as things were laid out and tended to. She couldn’t put her finger on it. The girl was a little younger than she, and a dominant—a good dominant from all accounts. But the poor thing had no idea until now of the depths to which Tracy had been immersed in the “craft.” Tracy thought she saw the girl’s eyes becoming clouded by arousal, and the girl started behaving more and more respectfully, almost submissively,  toward her. Tracy told herself “no” when she finally realized the temptation that was being offered. 

 

“This is for Bill”, she told herself. 

 

It took a while, but the toys were set out and arranged in a way that they could be seen—-displayed. Bill would be impressed. She made a mental note to make sure the door of the room was locked when Bill got there. 

 

As the weekend approached Tracy worked out the final details and mentally rehearsed how it would go. He was flying in late afternoon Thursday  and flying out on the Monday night red eye. She would give him his first present, a black silk robe and boxer shorts, for him to wear later, over Friday morning coffee, and she would send him out to pick something up for her while she completed a “work assignment.” She figured that it would safely take at least three hours for him to complete the errand. In the meantime, her friend would come over and help her get ready. She would leave an explanatory note, with the keys to her chastity and her restraints, on the table in the foyer. After that, it would be up to him. 

 

Part 7

 

By the middle of the week Tracy was finding it hard to concentrate. She was increasingly aroused,  and had to resort to touching herself to manage. She ached constantly between the legs. And the proximity of her toys was driving her to further distraction. The scent of leather was ever present—even  with the playroom door closed she could smell it. Intoxicating. Would Bill notice? She hoped not, but would have to take that chance. Whatever he did smell he would never suspect. 

 

And that fucking tongue piercing! God, she hated it. No wonder they were hated by subs.  But dommes love them—the tongue ball is the ultimate enhancement to oral sex. And for a sub whose dominant makes them wear it, it is a constant reminder  of their submissive place. She couldn’t wait to take the damn thing out once this was done. She was definitely not cut out to be a sub!

 

She made it to Thursday. Yes! His plane would be in at 5:30, so she would see him by 7:00, and be impaled on his  cock by 7:01.

 

“Just hold it together girl.”

 

She cursed her nervous sweat—she would need a rinse in the shower before he got there. 

 

Tracy realized around midday that she hadn’t  considered one thing about her new piercings— Bill would certainly notice them and she would have to explain. Not ideal. She called her friend in a panic. What to do? Her friend had a solution for the tongue and brought by a clear acrylic tongue retainer that would hold open the piercing hole overnight.

 

She took out the tongue ball, and replaced  it with the tongue retainer. Much better! And no lisp. Her girlfriend  could help her get the ball back in if she had trouble with it. They also decided that she should keep her bra on for the rest of the day and night to conceal the nipple rings. If he asks,  her breasts are just ”a little sore” (her nipples, in fact, were still quite tender). She wished that she had gone to the studio sooner. Knowing Bill, he would be sweet and understanding. 

 

Finally, he gets  there. She cannot wait, and drags him to the bedroom before he has time to even kiss her. She is astride, on top, feverishly kissing him, and fully in control. She has never wanted it this badly in her life! She orgasms quickly, and then several more times before he finally joins her. Relief has never been so needed or sweet!

 

After  lingering kisses, completing their act of intimacy, and after they have cooled down, he smiles—

 

“By that I take it that you missed me?”

 

“You have no idea!.”

 

“I need no convincing!”

 

“Silly  guy! By the way, I hope you don’t mind, but I made dinner reservations at the place around the corner. As long as we make it by 9:00, we’ll be fine. “

 

“Great, I’m starved.”

 

She was more herself during dinner (thankfully,  she thought),  and their conversation and playfulness at dinner  was the same as it always had been. He was exhausted from the trip, so they made it to bed,  early for them, around midnight. She told him that she had some early work commitments which she wanted to take care of before noon, so she would probably be up before him, which he well understood. 

 

She was eventually able to fall asleep, and was up early as promised. She bathed and readied herself. She woke him at 8:00 with coffee and her first present, both of which were appreciated. Then she asked him for a big favor—could he pick a pair of repaired earrings up for her at a jewelry store across town so she could finish her work? She wanted to wear them that night  and he could drive her car. 

 

He was more than happy to. 

 

After a shower and shave he was on the way. 

 

The time had come!

 

Part 8

 

Tracy called her friend,  who said she’d be right over. Tracy hopped once more into the shower to rinse away the nervous sweat and the evidence of the morning’s arousal. She realized that the rinsing was basically futile, given what was going to happen, but she did it anyway. 

 

The note was written—she asked that he put on his first present and then to go to the playroom where he would find his second one. And by all means don’t lose the keys!

 

She started to dress. 

 

The chastity belt first. It was much more secure than she remembered.  First the waistband, then the primary crotch shield. The belt forced itself over her mound, compressing and squeezing her labia out through an elongated slit in the center of the shield. The secondary shield covered the labia—allowing no external contact with the labia or her clitoris. With a “click” it was on. She unsuccessfully tried to touch herself—it allowed no stimulation whatsoever. 

 

“God I would hate wearing this all the time!”

 

She lubricates and inserts  the plug. She had forgotten how those things can be painful going in. But done. She shakes her head—

 

“I could never be a submissive.”

 

Then the bra, panties and suspender belt. . She had ordered the open nipple bra, so her pierced nipples could protrude. And they and their rings very much did. So sexy!

 

But the panty? All lace, ribbons and bows. She could never wear such a thing again. No self-respecting female could. What’s wrong with these sissies? What are they thinking?

 

About then her friend showed up. Tracy didn’t know it, but her friend was still processing the feelings and emotions experienced while helping with the other day’s preparations and unpacking, and arrived highly aroused. Her friend helped  her place back the hated tongue ball. 

 

Tracy  had decided to first put on everything except for the dress, and then to do her hair and makeup. After that, the dress and perfume (she had chosen Chanel 1957,; it was perfect), and she would lastly be secured by a chain from her wrist cuffs to a ring on an iron plate that had been screwed to the subfloor through the carpet. For good measure, her ankles would be hobbled using a short length of chain clipped to her ankle cuffs. She had chosen to hold the mincing ribbons in reserve. 

 

And that was how Bill would find her. At least according to the Plan. 

 

But there was a lot to do before then. 

 

Tracy rolled the pink stockings up her legs, and attached  the garters. She stepped into the shoes—-pink with heels, and attached  and then padlocked the shoe lock straps. Then she clicked the cuffs shut, first on her ankles, then on her wrists. She was ready for hair and makeup. 

 

But first, she checks the car app on her phone to see where Bill and her car are. Still on the way to the jewelry store, so there is time left. 

 

Makeup first. Her girlfriend nets Tracy’s hair, and starts with foundation and base. Then the eyes,  several colors of shadow, blended, liner above and on the water line, eyebrow gel and tint, and mascara. Her eyes are done. 

 

Her girlfriend expertly highlights her face, then uses blush to achieve the desired effect. 

 

Then the lips—liner, lipstick and gloss. 

 

And all is set with spray. 

 

Her friend sets and adjusts Tracy’s wig the brushes and combs it into shape. She lightly sprays it with hairspray. Perfection. 

 

Now the dress, and  a spritz of perfume. 

 

Tracy looks at herself in the mirror. She is the model from the website! She is quite proud of herself. 

 

So now the final cuffing—arms first, behind the back, and then her ankles. With a couple of clicks it is done. She is ready. 

 

Tracy’s friend  had been waiting for just this moment. 

 

She approaches Tracy, and places her hand on Tracy’s cheek. She kisses Tracy, full on the lips, her tongue probing Tracy’s unsuspecting mouth. Tracy is resistant at first, but then weakly accepts and submits. 

 

“I’ve been waiting for this for a long while, and this opportunity may never come again. So forgive me, but you of all people should  know how it is.”

 

“Please no! Bill, the Plan, all I’ve done!”

 

“Bill and your Plan will be fine, but I just can’t leave you without a few personal finishing touches, can I?.”

 

Her friend starts kissing the side of Tracy’s neck. Tracy inhales, and stifles a soft moan.

 

“Oh god. I’ll get you for this! Please don’t?”

 

“Then I guess I’ll have to have my way while I can.””

 

“What do you mean? “

 

“You’ll see. And you are in no position to object.”

 

“First, you forgot to collar yourself. That just won’t do.”

 

Tracy had intentionally left the collar off. It was such a symbol of submission that she just couldn’t bring herself to put it on. 

 

“No, really, I changed my mind about that, I really don’t need to wear it. But thank you anyway.”

 

(Picking up and opening the collar.)

 

“Darling, you know how these things work, so don’t even start.”

 

She places the collar around Tracy’s neck , the mounted ring pointing forward. 

 

“”Click!”

 

“Shit. You bitch!”

 

“Now, now, we’ll have none of that.”

 

She steps over to where the gags are displayed. 

 

“I think this one will do just fine!”

 

“No. I don’t want to be gagged. Not now. Please … mrmph, mph!”

 

A silicon and leather ball gag is inserted into Tracy’s mouth and then fastened behind her head. And a lock clicks. 

 

Tracy pleads with her eyes for her to stop. Her friend merely shakes her head, her eyes telling Tracy that that’s not going to happen. 

 

Her friend takes a few minutes to enjoy her prey, caressing Tracy’s chest, ass and crotch—all the time kissing the front and sides of her neck predatorily. Tracy starts melting from below. 

 

“Now let’s  see . What else … ,  oh yes, those wonderful nipples and those wonderful rings.”

 

Tracy shakes her head no, as her friend picks up a couple of one ounce weights. 

 

“Sorry dear, but this won’t hurt … too much.”

 

The girl lowers the top of Tracy’s dress  off her shoulder just enough to clip the weights to the rings, and pulls the dress back up. There is enough room in the bodice of the dress for the weights to swing freely. The pain is exquisite. 

 

Tracy pleads with her eyes for the girl to stop.

 

“That will do for now.”

 

Tracy relaxes ever so slightly. 

 

“Ah, one last thing.”

 

The girl picks up a wand vibrator, turns it on, and presses it to Tracy’s chastitied crotch. Even though the vibrations are muted by the metal, they take Tracy’s arousal higher and higher—but only so high. This goes on for a while.  Tracy feels the frustration starting to build. 

 

“I know you can feel this, and I also know that an orgasm for you from this just isn’t possible. But I do want you to be ready for what’s about to happen.”

 

“Bye for now!”

 

With that, she turns off and puts back the vibrator, smiles a wicked smile, kisses Tracy on the forehead, and walks out, leaving the keys to the chastity and the restraints on the table in the foyer. She doesn’t tell Tracy, but she will watch to make sure Bill gets there before she returns home. 

 

And then, for Tracy,  the reality of what she has just done sets in.