Part 25
Bill had been in a few sex shops, and seen, at least in photographs or online, a lot of S&M play spaces, but nothing had prepared him for Tracy’s studio. It was impressive! It had cages, crosses, bondage benches, a rack and every implement of discipline and restraint Bill could imagine, and then some. Alll thoughtfully and tastefully done. There were several rooms. A white-tiled and stainless steel medical suite, two rooms with bondage furniture and toys, and a dark room at the end of the space into which he could not really see. There was even a room, the door of which was closed, marked “Maid’s Quarters.”
Bill swallows hard as he is led in, and is awestruck. This is what he travelled across the country for. And this is all Tracy’s! The reality of his situation starts to sinks in. He starts to have second thoughts.
Candi-Floss senses this, and quickly leads him to the back room.
“You’ll have plenty of of time to look around later.”
She turns on the lights. The only furniture in the back room is a One Bar Prison, bolted to a heavy sheet of metal in the middle of the room. It has cuffs attached both at the top of the bar and at its base.
“We must hurry. Stand, back to the bar, facing the front of the room.”
She cuffs his wrists behind his back. They’re now attached to the top of the bar. She locks the cuffs around his ankles as well. Bill cannot move.
“I’m sorry to leave you like this, Babes, but I have no choice. Mistress Tracy’s orders.”
She kisses his cheek. She walks to the side of the room and flips a switch, and three spotlights illuminate—all shining down on Bill.
“Good luck, sweetie!”
She turns to leave.
“Hey, wait, don’t leave me like thith!”
But she walks out.
An eternity, or what seems like an eternity, passes. He looks around the room. Black velvet drape’s covering the walls, and several full- length mirrors. He can see himself on display from several angles.
“I just hope I’m not too fucked,” he thinks.
He hears footsteps. Heavy footsteps.
Part 26
Back when he was actively practicing in the scene Tracy’s friend had been known to many as a “domme’s domme.” Other Masters iwould bring to him their “boys,” and female dubs as well, for indoctrination and training. He was very very good at it. In truth, that was how the legend of his dominant prowess started. He could return to them a fully-compliant submissive from which the client would receive trouble free pleasure and obedience–with the submissive from then on living in the shadow of the ever-present and terrifying threat of being taken back to the domme for further compliance and obedience training. He made considerable sums through these “educational” activities, but eventually became bored and tired of it, and moved on to other interests.
But he wasn’t bored with the prospect of breaking Bill. He was quite looking forward to it, in fact. This was one of the last steps to be taken—the product of careful planning and manipulation, and the final objective was in sight. If ultimately successful, he would look at this as his crowning achievement. If not successful, then all those months of effort would have been wasted. But today would be successful. Very successful. And one final thing would remain.
The hypnosis recordings he had shared with Tracy were very carefully chosen. The first was to teach Bill how to go into trance, the second to cause amnesia during trance, and the last two implanted post hypnotic behavioral triggers. Because of the trance-induced amnesia, Bill would be consciously unaware of the content of the last two files and would be unable to resist the triggers, or even be aware of having been triggered. The domme knew Tracy wouldn’t have listened to the recordings as she was personally averse to being hypnotized, so she wouldn’t have any idea of the programming to which Bill had been subjected. The domme would share some, but not all, of the triggers with her later.
For Bill’s first “lesson” the domme wore a black leather vest, unfastened in the front, black leather chaps, open to display his ass and, most importantly, his cock and balls, and black leather boots.
Candi-Floss let him know that Bill had been secured per his instructions to the single bar, and was ready.
It was time!
Bill was a bundle of nerves, too nervous to even muster an erection. He knows that by the time he is with Tracy later in the evening he will have recovered and be able to perform. But for now, he is completely limp.
The domme enters the room.
“Well, what kind of a sissy girl do we have here?”
Bill, who had been awaiting Tracy, is confused.
“Who are you? And where’th Trathy?”
“I am a friend of hers, and she asked me to help her sort you out. You may call me ‘Master,’ or ‘Sir.’
Bill notices for the first time the domme’s semi-hard cock hanging down in front of him, and starts trying to struggle against his restraints. There is no escaping the heavy metal of the bar and cuffs.
“There mutht be thome mithunderthtanding. I want a Mithtreth, Mithtreth Traythy, not a Mathter. So ‘Thir’, you are mithtaken. I’m not into guyth! Now let me go!”
“There is no misunderstanding, I am here because Tracy asked me to be here. And if there has been a mistake, sissy, it is you who have made it! And whether you are into girls, guys or something else is now up to me and your Mistress, and no longer up to you.”
Yes, this critical first encounter with Bill had been planned for by the domme over a period of months and he had carefully prepared for, scripted and rehearsed every detail, with the triggers and evoked imagery from the hypnosis files having been designed for that very first moment. Poor Bill never even knew he had been targeted, and was unable to form any thought of resisting or fighting. He never knew what had hit him.
Bill’s new Master relished every moment, and left Bill fully submissive. Tracy hadn’t asked for this, but it was a necessary part of the domme’s larger strategy. The domme had also done what he had told Tracy that he would do—Bill’s cock was now locked away in the chastity device he had ordered from Miss Lori. As he had told Tracy, he would be keeping the keys until he thought she had trained Bill adequately. But in truth, his real purpose was to make sure she didn’t have access to Bill’s cock—thus setting up the final stage of the plan. There would be no competition for Tracy from Bill’s cock—he had just seen to that.
As for Bill, he was forced to submit, involuntarily and absolutely. By the time the domme had finished with him, Bill was as every bit as submissive to him and obedient as any boy he had ever trained, and was terrified of what ‘Master’ might choose to do to him in the future. And, at least to the domme, this was good.
After the breaking was done, and after Bill obediently debased himself by licking the domme’s boots to the domme’s satisfaction, the domme left Bill to Candi-Floss’s care, and departed the studio with the keys to Bill’s chastity.
“I’ll be seeing you soon, real soon, sissy.”
Tracy would be there shortly—she couldn’t wait to see her pretty Bill.
Part 27
Candi-Floss returned to the back room to find Bill a mess—makeup smeared, hair disheveled and clothes askew.
“Oh dear! Look at you! Mistress Tracy is not going to be happy with what you’ve done to yourself.”
“Done to myself? Are you __?”
Candi-Floss cuts him off—
“Quick, let’s get you to your quarters, clean you up.and get you dressed.”
She leads Bill to the room marked “Maid’s Quarters”, punches in a series of numbers on a keypad, and unlocks the door. Inside the room are an odd-looking metal sink and toilet, a metal bed and side table, a metal desk and a double-doored closet. There are several wall-mounted mirrors snd a ceiling-mounted mirror as well. Bill notices that some of his makeup products, a beauty blender and brushes are arranged on the vanity. He doesn’t think anything about this.
Candi-Floss goes into action.
“”First, let’s get you changed.”
She unlocks and opens the metal closet doors revealing an institutional built- in chest of drawers, several neatly hung dresses and a rack holding shoes of various styles. Among the dresses is the pink Pretty Ribbons Uniform he and Tracy had worn on his birthday weekend . Candi-Floss takes the hanger holding the pink dress and petticoat off the bar.
“You will put this on. And (taking a few items from the top drawer of the chest) here are the matching panties, suspender belt and bra to put on first. Now be quick!”
Bill, responding to the urgency in her voice, quickly and obediently does as told. While he is dressing, she grabs the pink stockings and helps him on with them. Bill quickly finds himself fully dressed in that wonderful uniform and all the trimmings. His cock tries to become erect, but the chastity cage perfectly prevents iit.
“And here are your new shoes.”
She produces a pair of mid-heeled pink patent leather and ribboned serving shoes. He slides his stockinged feet into them. She ties the laces and locks them on.
“Good. Now let’s fix your hair and makeup.”
It takes a minute or two, but she expertly puts Bill’s hair and face back together.
“”Now your ribbons.”
She helps Bill fasten the mincing ribbons to his wrists and ankles.
“Now bend over!”
She pulls down his panties and slides the greased pink-jeweled plug into his backside.
“Ooh! That hurt!”
“You’ll just have to deal with it! And now the final touch. Mistress had this luxury lace maid’s cap made especially for you.”
“Maid’th cap?”
“Yes. Every maid must wear one, silly.””
“But I’m … .”
Tracy had said nothing about being a maid
“Shush! We don’t have time for that!”
She places ithe pink cap on his head and fastens it to his hair
“Done! Now, quickly, back to the room.”
Less than a minute later, Bill found himself once again locked to the Une Bar Prison, but this time only by a chain running from the top of the bar to a ring sewn into the back of his dress. His arms are free. The mincing ribbons fly freely when he moves his arms.
Candi-Floss steps back to review her work. She is satisfied—
“Okay, Mistress Tracy will be here shortly.”
She spritzes his neck with a touch of perfume and adjusts the level of the spotlights.
“All good.”
Bill looks at his reflection in the mirrors and moves his arms to test what he sees. He is amazed at the picture he presents. He cannot believe it is he.
Tracy arrives, and almost runs to her Bill. They embrace, and she kisses him hungrily. Her tongue searches for and finds his tongue ball. She loves it!
“Darling, I can’t believe it’s you. You’re so beautiful! The absolutely perfect sissy. My absolutely perfect sissy!”
She kisses him again,, but hurriedly breaks away.
“There’s one more thing!”
“She retrieves from a box a polished stainless Talena collar from Axsmar, with a sliding ring, opens it at the hinge, places it around Bill’s neck and ”click.”
“There! You’re now completely mine!”
Bill had been silent the whole time, finding it hard to form thoughts. Finally he speaks—
“Trathy ! God I’ve mithed you tho much! I cannot tell you how much I’ve mithed you and wanted to be with you. But ithn’t thith a bit fatht ? I mean, I jutht got here.”
Candi-Floss giggles and rolls her eyes.
“Mistress. I don’t think she understands, Mistress.”
“Obviously not, but she will. We’ll have plenty of time to sort her out. Let’s get her back to the apartment. “