Part 21
Tracy’s initial “class” with the domme left her confused, but she couldn’t put her finger on exactly why. She didn’t submit to him. She didn’t think she had, at least, but she felt like she had been controlled by the directions and the positions. “Am I a submissive?,” she wondered.. And she hadn’t given herself to him sexually, but measured by her trashed panties there was definitely a sexual aspect there. She eventually decided to not worry too much about it. There was something that she didn’t understand, though, and she needed to find out more.
Rereading the Gorean Saga, coupled with the domme’s classes, helped her understand more about that discipline and appreciate its eroticism. She decided that she needed to become more knowledgeable of the subject, and her friend was the perfect person to teach her. As long as he and she stayed dressed for the classes and kept things professional, even if she found the classes to be more than a little arousing, she would be safe.
The domme, on the other hand, planned to take her much farther down that path, to the point at which she would be enslaved. Sexually enslaved to him. So far, she had no idea.
Bill had been having a very difficult time since Tracy’s revelation. Whenever he got the slightest bit aroused, which was almost always, all he could think about were things sissy, his dominatrix girlfriend and the possibilities. Heady stuff. It led to many strong masturbatory fantasies and a constantly abraded penis. He also started buying more sissy things, reading more sissy fiction and sleeping in feminine nightwear and panties most nights of the week. His control over the inner sissy had been lost.
Their weekend meetings became more frequent, in part because of the unsatisfied needs that pent up while they were apart. And their lovemaking became even more passionate and urgent, almost desperate.
Neither could objectively see what was happening. Bill was by himself while at home most of the time and couldn’t measure how far he had been drawn into his sexual fantasy world. Tracy couldn’t see how deeply she had drifted into the place the domme was taking her either, but the domme could, and he kept taking her deeper and deeper. Candi-Floss did know that something was up, as Tracy more and more frequently demanded her oral ministrations, particularly on days after classes, but was too occupied by her own needs to give it much thought.
Matters became even more interesting during a visit by Tracy to Bill at his apartment. Bill had gone out to pick up some takeout for dinner, and Tracy was looking for one of his tee shirts to wear. She looked in one of the drawers of a dresser and found Bill’s sissy stash, or at least part of it. Panties, pantyhose and stockings, nightgowns, makeup and more.
Her first reaction was surprise—she had no idea it had gone this far and had never actually found a sissy’s stash. But then she realized that she had just gotten much closer to her fantasy. The arousal that followed this realization was almost electric—her breath became shallow—almost panting, and she felt a swelling and tightening down below. She closed the drawer as quickly as she could and went into the other room to sit down and collect herself. What would she do? What could she do?
She had to talk to the domme.
Part 22
After she returned from Bill’s, Tracy texted the domme. They met for lunch.
He smiled knowingly as she told him what she had found. What should she do? She was so conflicted.
He had anticipated this moment, or a variant of it, for a while, and knew exactly what he wanted to say.
“It won’t be long until he asks you to play sissy with him. In his mind the sissy play will be over as soon as he returns home, or once his mind clears ‘sissy space,’ after which he’ll want to go on to other things. That will be very damaging to your side of the relationship. You will feel cheated and denied. So for both of your sakes you cannot allow that to happen. “
“Instead, if you agree to play the ‘game’ with him but make it clear that you will be doing it as a real, not a pretend, dominatrix, by your rules, that he will have to accept it wholly on your terms and that it will not be a temporary arrangement, then the damage to your side of the relationship will be avoided. As for his side of the relationship, you will have been honest and forthcoming, he will have agreed to your conditions and he will receive everything he has ‘wished for,’ even though there might be a little more to the reality than he imagined. I think that is the only way it can be made to work.”
“And it won’t just be for a day, an overnight or a weekend. Instead, it will be for as long as you want it to be. And he needs to understand that it will be real.”
“Most importantly, he must ask for it, and it must come across as something you are doing for him, not to him.”
This makes good sense to Tracy.
“So, when he asks, how should I play it?”
“I wouldn’t say yes too quickly. Appear hesitant. Maybe say you’ll think about it, or that you’re not sure it’s a good idea. The longer you go before saying yes the more desperately he’ll want it, and the more malleable he’ll be. At the point at which he is the weakest you can say ‘Okay, we can try it, but only on my terms’. You will need time to set it up, so give him a starting date. One by which you’ll have made the necessary preparations.”
“From there, make it as simple for him as possible. Don’t give him the chance to reconsider. I would be happy to contribute the chastity device—there is a woman in Oregon whose shop makes the best—but they require a cockhead piercing. So make him get pierced before you start. Throw in a couple of small things for him to do beforehand as well, but not too many. Maybe tell him not to play with himself until then—that would make him fixate on it more. And don’t give him the opportunity to pester you about it.”
“I think you are going to want to use some hypnosis on him too. I have just the recordings and am happy to share them with instructions. With enough lead time you can probably make him quite susceptible to further hypnosis training by the time you are ready to start ”
“Your in person work with him will take time, so you’ll want him to arrange to be away or out of pocket from work for a while. He may or may not be able to return to work after we. I mean you, are done with him. He will need time to make arrangements to be away from work. So you will need to factor that in.”
“You may want to take some time off from your day job as well.”
Tracy furrows her brow—
“This might sound odd, particularly coming from me, of all people, but I don’t want Bill to fear me. I don’t want to be constantly punishing him. I love him and may have a hard time hurting him.”
“That’s easy. You can use Candi-Floss. She’s pretty good with a cane, and enjoys using it. . And heck, I am more than happy to help. Tell you what, you and the slut keep a log, a ‘punishment log,’ of the sissy’s transgressions, and I will come around once a week and take care of matters.”
“You’d do that?”
“Yeah, no problem. Maybe we could work it around our classes.”
“I might just take you up on that. But wow, all that sounds like a lot.”
“Maybe, but you’re most of way there already.”
Part 23
It didn’t take long for the domme’s prediction to come true. It was the Friday night of a weekend in Telluride. It was not skiing weather, so they were just there to see, dine and shop. Bill hadn’t been completely comfortable broaching the topic, but he couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Um, Tracy, I’ve been thinking about when you caught me wearing ‘your’ clothes over my birthday weekend. Would there be any chance we could try that again? That might be a fun thing to do one one of these weekends.”
“Bill, honey, I don’t know. That would be mixing my after-hours work with pleasure. And you haven’t had the best past experiences with that stuff. I’m not sure it’s a good idea.”
The disappointment shows on Bill’s face.
“Maybe think about it? Please?
“Okay. I will. But I’m really not sure.”
And they moved on to other topics.
He followed up at dinner two weeks later—
“Have you given any more thought to me maybe submitting to you as a, well, you know?”
She smiles to herself as he says this—he’s so sweet and wants this so much.
“A little. But if we were going to do it, I’d want to do it right, really right, and it would take a good bit of advance planning. I would hate for you to be disappointed. Let me give it some more thought.”
The next time he asks, a couple weeks later. she’s ready to say yes—
“Well okay, but here’s how it will have to be. Even though I do what I do after hours, I have fantasies too. And for this to work for me it will have to be to be what I want. Part of my fantasy. Otherwise, I don’t want us to do it.”
“So my question to you is will you completely accept my rules without question? Understand that I am really and truly a dominatrix, and will be in absolute control of this, not you. This may change our relationship dramatically, and once we start, there may be no going back.”
“And by accepting, you will be agreeing to whatever I want.”
“Give it some thought, make sure you are certain. and let me know sometime next week.”
Tracy knew he would agree. She felt a little bad about manipulating him, but it seemed to be something he really wanted. And she wanted him to be happy. Given where things were, there really wasn’t any other way.
Bill anguished over his answer. He desperately wanted it, but just as desperately loved Tracy and what they had. And this very thing had ruined his prior marriage. But she did say that whatever they did would be “part her fantasy.” So he reasoned that he could go along with it for her sake as well.
After a difficult deliberation, he accepted. “For Tracy,” he told himself.
He told her.
Tracy was delighted, but tried not to let on-/
“Very well. We will start in four weeks or as soon after that as you can arrange for a leave of absence from work. And we will not see each other or, unless I bring it up, speak of this until then. Understood!”
“Yes. Understood.”
Part 24
The next weeks were very long weeks for Tracy and Bill. Both of their days were consumed with excited anticipation. Tracy continued with the domme’s classes, and the domme progressively tightened his control over her. And he continued, during the classes, to “innocently” present her with a face full of his cock and balls at every opportunity. In her constantly aroused state, the classes became increasingly sexual. Even her interest in the rope bondage increased, so much so that she asked to be tied up herself in one session. After she had been immobilized and started to feel the effects of the bondage, Candi-Floss had made the mistake of taunting her with a stupid comment, and paid the price by spending the rest of the class bound at the domme’s feet paying homage to his shoes. Being tied up with a crotch knot and having to watch that spectacle did nothing to help Tracy’s level of arousal.
Bill got up extra early on the chosen day, very much looking forward to getting laid once he got to Tracy’s apartment. As for the sissy thing, he had no idea what Tracy had planned. Other than being told to have his cock pierced, with a reverse deep shaft Prince Albert piecing (the 6 gauge curved barbell for which was sent in the mail to him by Tracy, courtesy of the domme), which he had done three weeks before, to listen to the hypnosis recordings, which he had done exactly as directed, to not masturbate after being pierced, which he had not, and to wear the pink satin panties Tracy had sent him on the plane, nothing had been said about it. And he was horny as hell.
His flight arrived at 8:30 in the morning, local time. He was awash in feelings and emotions—worried, excited, afraid, aroused, and other feelings and emotions he couldn’t even begin to name.
He had gotten through TSA screening without his piercing having been an issue, his primary concern there being the possibility of his pink panties being discovered in the search process.
He looks for Tracy as he clears the passenger area. She had said she would meet him. Instead, he finds a very sexy, provocatively-dressed, blonde holding up a sign with his name on it. She waves to him—
“Bill! Honey! Tracy sent me to pick you up!”
He walks over to her—
“You must be Candi-Floss. Tracy has told me a lot about you. Nice to finally meet.”
“That’s me, in the flesh, and the pleasure is mine (looking down at his cock). And Mistress Tracy was right, you are quite the cutie. I could just eat you all up!”
“Yes, I’ve heard that about you too. And you’re even prettier than Tracy let on.”
“Why thank you, Bill. Mistress Tracy has set up a few appointments to prepare you, and she asked me if I could take you around. Is that your only bag?”
“Yes. Nothing checked.”
“Good. Then let’s get going. We are on a tight schedule.”
Once they clear the airport campus they drive about 30 minutes and stop at a small retail area. Candi-Floss is a chatter box, talking nervously about this and that. Bill likes her, in spite of what he can only describe as her mindlessness. “Chalk that up to Tracy,” he thinks. They stop in front of a shop with a sign “Laser Hair Removal.”
“Your appointment is at 10:00, but I’m sure they’ll take you early.”
“Woah! Hair removal? Tracy didn’t say anything about that. Is it really necessary?”
“I’m sorry, but it is absolutely necessary for a sissy. You do want to be a sissy, don’t you? Then you should know that. And Mistress Tracy warned me that you might try to resist some of the preparations She told me to tell you that you’ve agreed to whatever she wants, and you can just get back on a plane if you don’t want to go through with this. And don’t even think about calling her. She likely won’t answer, and she told me to tell you that if you beg or plead, even a little, it’s back east for you.”
“Now, should we go back to the airport?”
Bill takes a deep breath. “Tracy is just making this seem more real, “ he thinks.
“No. We don’t need to go back. What Tracy wants, Tracy gets.”
“Tell me about it! Shall we go in?”
(Bill sighs.)
“Lead the way.”
They walk in. Candi-Floss is in control. They approach the reception desk.
“Hi! He’s here for a 10:00 appointment.”
“Name?”
“Billie.”
“Great! Full body hair, correct?”
“That’s correct. But the hair on the top of the head, other than the neck, and the eyebrows, stay. But our Mistress does want the work she mentioned done on the eyebrows.”
“Of course. Right this way.”
Bill steels himself, and follows her back.
The procedures take about 90 minutes. Without body hair, Bill feels oddly naked. And his denuded skin is soft and silky, almost feminine. He had never imagined that his skin could feel that way. They get back into the car.
“Our next appointment is at 12:00. We should have just enough time.”
“Next appointment?”
“Yes. The salon. So you can be pretty.”
Bill shudders.
“Yes. Mistress Tracy has already given them instructions.”
“I don’t even want to know..”
Bill quickly finds himself wearing only a pink linen robe and his panties, awaiting a full body skin treatment intended to help with the minor irritation caused by the laser treatment. From there it was on to his hair. After his hair was washed and dyed, extensions were added and it was prettily cut and styled. His hair was now the same color and cut in the same style as Candi-Floss’s.
He smiles at this. “Tracy must be collecting blondes,” he thinks.
He is next taken to the makeup area, where the technician matches products to his skin tone and eye color, then makes him over and shows him how to apply and, where necessary, blend, the various products. Concealer, foundation, blush, bronzer, eyeliner, eyeshadow, mascara and several lip products. His makeup is perfect, and he is given a large bag full of brushes, beauty blenders and his new products.
Finally, he is taken to the nail technician for a manicure and pedicure. His nails are extended, and polished a lovely and very feminine light pink.
When he goes to get dressed, once finally finished, his clothes are gone. In their place are a short collared white dress, white panties, an AA cup bra, also white, in his band size, a hat accented with a pink ribbon, pink stockings and several other pink items, and a pair of low-heeled Mary Jane’s. It was Candi-Floss’s outfit, except in his size and with pink accessories. rather than her blue. He calls Candi-Floss back.
“I can’t wear this. I’ll look like a total girl!”
She laughs and giggles. This is quite funny to her.
“I’m afraid you most certainly can. Your clothes have been securely locked away. You can either wear it to see Mistress Tracy, or wear it to the airport and on the plane. Your choice. And you’re worried about looking like a total girl? Really, sissy? Have you not looked in a mirror?”
This stopped Bill cold. He looks at himself in the mirror. He sees only a girl. A pretty girl at that. His cock stirs. Candi-Floss was right. She isn’t that mindless after all.
Candi-Floss helps him dress. In the mirror, they look like sisters. Slutty sisters.
He winces.
“Doing okay, sissy?”
“I guess.”
He was glad to have that over with, but starts to worry about what more might be in store.
They get to the car. Candi-Floss takes a small bottle of perfume from her purse and spritzes on the inside of her wrists. Then rubs her wrists on the sides of her neck.
“Now, some for you.”
She sprays his wrists, and he repeats the ritual. He now smells unmistakably girl.
“Are we going to Tracy’s apartment?”
“No. Not quite yet.”
“I was afraid of that. Where to now?”
“The piercing studio. Don’t worry, they’re really nice and professional. They did me, in fact.”
“Your ears and nose?”
“Yes. Tongue too. But I’m not wearing the tongue ball now. And my nipples and belly button. You’ll love being pierced like that!”
“We’re going to be pierced the same?”
“Yep. Except for our privates. They pierced my clitty and nether lips too, but I understand that your privates have already been taken care of.”
“What more is she having done.? This is a lot—maybe too much!.”
“Nothing more today. And be glad—she made me get a tramp stamp tattoo. It says ‘Pusscakes.’ So humiliating!”
“I’m glad she’s not giving me one. I take some consolation in that.”
“Yeah. They were booked and couldn’t fit you in. She waited too long to call. Lucky you, I guess!”
“Here we are!”
The piercings don’t take too long.
Bill is now pierced, from the waist up, exactly as Tracy pierced herself for him. And exactly as Candi-Floss is pierced.
“Pleathe tell me we’re done for today.”
“We’re done. Next stop, Tracy’s studio.”
“Thtudio?”
“Yes, her play space. Her dungeon. Nice lisp, by the way!” (Smiling teasingly.) “Tho thithy.”
“Thtop it! Will Trathy be there?”
“You mean Mistress Tracy? Yes. In a while.”
Thank God!”