Bill and Tracy part 16 by Chloe Ann Vixen

Part 16

As Tracy re-immersed herself in the scene, her relationship with Bill continued and, at least while they were together, continued to strengthen. But when they were apart, she struggled with several discordant feelings and emotions. She was increasingly troubled by not having told Bill that she had again become a practicing dominatrix. She didn’t know how to broach the topic with him, and worried that her secret would eventually destroy what they had between them. And what they had between them was more precious than anything.

She felt no guilt at all over having slept with Candi-Floss and taken her as her personal submissive. The slut should have known better and deserved what she got. Besides, the perverted little bitch liked it. And Tracy honesty thought that Bill would approve of what she had done. That is, once she confessed that she had returned to her prior life, once he had forgiven her deception, and once he had.accepted it as part of their relationship, of course.

She was also bothered by how much she had thought about having submitted to him. Sexually bothered. The being “sexually bothered” was even present while she was doing a session with a sub, any sub. She found herself increasingly imagining how she would feel if someone had been doing to a submissive her what she was doing to the sub. Even outside of sessions, she found herself having panty-dampening daydreams of submission. She didn’t want that—not at all! Or did she?

What sexually bothered her most, though, was her personal dominatrix fantasy. She wanted her own sissy. Her perfect sissy, seduced, moulded and trained in all the ways she had imagined—reduced to helplessness and obedience. And she wanted that sissy to be Bill! This desire consumed her with an unshakable guilt.

Her struggle with these feelings and emotions started affecting her more and more. She eventually sought advice from a friend of hers in the scene. He was a couple of years older than she, and while he had been a practicing domme, almost legendary, having had every bit of the regard within the scene as Tracy, he now spent most of his energies working out elaborate cuckholding scenarios and executing on his plans. He was a “Bull,” in the parlance of the scene.

He was an amazing physical specimen. His good looks, physique and massive cock (which Tracy had actually seen in person) made him almost irresistible to the poor sluts whose husbands or partners pushed the cuck fantasy on them. He and Tracy had many a drink over stories of his successes. She was impressed by him, and more impressed by his cock. She had even occasionally considered taking a ride on it herself, but something inside her told her that was a path down which she dare not venture.

The domme had made it clear to Tracy that he would be happy to fuck her anytime and anywhere.

They met for a drink at an upscale restaurant near her studio. He complimented Tracy on her return to the scene and welcomed her back.

She explained her dilemma, including her having submitted to Bill, but leaving out having conflicting feelings about being submissive. Whether she unintentionally communicated that interest, or the thought of taking her as a submissive occurred to him independently, he well understood that as a possibility—so much so that his cock swelled distractedly at the thought. Submissive to him, of course.

“A very interesting situation indeed,” he thinks.

For the moment, he attempts to set aside his conflicting interests, and genuinely tries to provide good advice. He reasons that Bill knows she’s a dominatrix, whether practicing or not. He loves her for her, so if that love is true, then, as long as she doesn’t get emotionally involved with another, and she honors that line drawn, he should probably come around to accepting her being active again. Who knows, he may even get off on the whole thing. But an admission and an apology were in order.

Tracy agreed.

He cautioned her on having slept with Candi-Floss, but also thought that the means were likely justified. She did have it coming. And Bill may even come to enjoy having the slut around. The domme made a mental note to visit that gentleman’s club.

The hardest issue to reason through was her personal fantasy, particularly as it related to Bill. If Bill had in fact moved on from that, then she needed to respect his choice. He did ask a few questions about Bill’s behavior during the session, though.

“I dunno, Tracy. Very few men who are sexually drawn to the sissy thing can ever truly give it up. Much like you couldn’t give up being a dominatrix. It drew you back. And from what you told me, I would wager that his inner sissy is very much alive and well. So I think you have to be patient. Watch for signs. And if you see him needing to go in that direction again, you reassess. But until then, you shouldn’t try to take him there.”

Tracy thinks this is good advice, and they continue to talk about other things, catching up. When they part, she thanks him by picking up the tab.

As for her friend, he leaves the meeting quite aroused, thinking that, if he plays his cards right, there may be a real treat for him in all this. He makes his way directly to the closest sissy cuck’s house to blow off some steam and to ram his cock into the cuck’s wife.

Part 17

During this period, Bill found himself struggling as well—with his sissy demons. He had loved every minute of his and Tracy’s session. She was the perfect dominant. His dream dominant. But he loved her. Loved everything about her. Loved being her lover.

He started giving into it slowly. First. He bought a few pairs of panties on the Internet. Then a couple of bras. A lot of new sissy fiction had been added since he had last delved into this—he read as much as he could find, and revisited old favorites. And he found himself shopping for, but not yet buying, outfits, shoes and makeup that he might want to try. While he occasionally weakened and gave in, he was proud of how well he had been able to resist temptation. But as Tracy’s domme friend had concluded, but not fully let on, the urges were still there. And Tracy’s friend also knew that the urges would only get stronger and stronger, particularly once Tracy confessed to having become active again.

Bill was terrified of weakening and giving into it completely, even with her. Tracy had made it clear that there were certain requisites for a sissy under her control. No body hair would be permitted, feminine dress, makeup and perfume would be obligatory, and chastity would be enforced, and there would likely be other intrusions upon his person. And unlike in his pre-Tracy experience, all of it would be real. And there might be no going back.

Other forces were at work as well.

As was his thing, Tracy’s domme friend had developed a strategy for enslaving Tracy and cuckholding Bill, and started laying the foundation, or setting the trap, he would use once Bill found himself enveloped in Tracy’s femme fantasy. When that might happen would be dependent on an unsuspecting Bill, and it may not happen at all. Still, for the domme, it was a fun and thrilling exercise. And he was more than cautiously optimistic.

His first step was to make Tracy more sexually interested in him —using all his charms, and even his cock. He stopped by the gentlemen’s club to check out her “Candi-Floss.” “Nice work, Tracy, “ he thought, after meeting her. After a few minutes with her in the men’s room, he thought “Damn nice work, Tracy.” In the process, he learned from the girl the exact location of the studio and when the girls would next be there.

So, a few days later, he dropped by the studio while they were getting ready for a session. Tracy looked magnificent, and “Pusscakes,” in her assistant’s dress, looked delightful as well.

Tracy welcomed him in. They exchanged polite kisses on the cheek.

“Hope you don’t mind me dropping by unannounced, but I went by the Club the other day and your slut (casting a glance at Candi-Floss) said you might be here this afternoon. I wanted to check it out.”

“Not at all. Glad you came by. Care for a tour? We have about a 45 minutes before our ‘company’ arrives.”

“Absolutely.”

They talk as they walk.

“So Tracy, have there been any developments? Have you told him yet?”

“No, not yet. We’re meeting in Austin for a music festival in two weeks. I’m planning on telling him then.”

This is good news to the domme, he feels his cock starting to get hard.

“Good luck on that. Just let me know if you want to talk about it more. Love the place, by the way. And awesome job with the girl! While I was visiting her at the club she, well, you know, was quite gracious.”

“So I’ve heard.” (Chuckling.) “Gracious to everyone with a dick, it would appear.”

“Again, well done. Say, as long as I’m here (looking over to Candi-Floss) would you mind if she … ?”

“No. Not at all. By all means.”

“Come here Pusscakes. The nice man has something for you!”

“Mistress. Yes Mistress.”

“Tracy, I think you should watch this. She’s really good!”

“If you insist.”

Candi-Floss, knowing what’s expected of her, kneels and unzips his fly, withdrawing his large cock.

The domme wants Tracy to see his cock—basically “baiting” her with it. It has the intended effect.

Tracy watches Pusscake’s submissive act, and finds herself starting to lubricate. “What a nice cock,” she thinks. She imagines being on her knees with thing in her mouth.

The guy watches Tracy’s reaction, and he pulls his cock out of the girl’s mouth just as he climaxes—squirting gobs of cum all over the girls face.

Tracy stifles an aroused gasp. The domme smiles to himself. This was not lost on Tracy. Not in the least.

Part 18

The two weeks passed quickly. Bill and Tracy planned their flights so that they could meet at the Austin–Bergstrom airport and ride together to the hotel. They were naked in bed very soon after checking in.

It had been several weeks since they had been together–longer than the usual separation. And they were glad to be back in each other’s arms. Very very glad.

Tracy had decided to wait until the morning to share her secret.

They decided to find something to eat at the festival. The weather was perfect, and the several bands they saw were great. Post-concerts they found themselves at Antoine’s two-stepping until the early hours of the morning.

They collapsed into to the bed as soon as they got back to the room.

Tracy awakened with Bill’s arm around her and something hard sticking her in the lower back. After wake-up sex and over a pot of room service coffee, it was time for their talk.

“Bill, honey, I need to tell you something. Something I’ve been meaning to to tell you for a while, but just didn’t know how. And I need to apologize too.””

This gets Bill’s attention. He sits up in bed.

She takes his hand.

“You remember your birthday weekend, don’t you?”

“Well, yeah. How could I forget? It was wonderful.”

“You remember that I played Mistress to you after I caught you dressed up in those clothes, right?”

Bill is unsure where this is going.

“Yes. I remember that too.”

“And you remember that I had given up being a dominatrix quite a while back?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I kinda sorta fell off the wagon.”

“Fell off the wagon?”

“Yes. I’m doing the domme thing again. Please don’t be mad. And I’m so sorry. That time with you just brought to the surface something that I had tried to bury. And I couldn’t keep it buried. I hope that somehow you can forgive me.”

Bill smiles.

“Is that all?”

“There’s a little more to it, maybe a lot even, but that’s basically it.”

Bill is relieved.

“Thank god it’s only that. There for a minute I thought you were breaking up with me.”

“Breaking up with you? Never! I love you and want to be with you always. But wait, you’re not mad?”

“No. I’m not mad. But you do need to come clean on it all. I need to know everything my ‘bad girl’ girlfriend has been up to.”

“Why aren’t you mad?”

“Early on in our relationship I thought through the ‘what ifs,’ your history and mine. Given how I feel about you, I got comfortable with the possibility that you might relapse. I, of all people, know the strength of the pull that stuff can exert. Just tell me one thing, is there someone else?”

“No. Absolutely not. There’s just such an erotic thrill that goes with it. I’m addicted to the thrill, that’s all.”

“Good. I get it. Now I want to hear everything.”

Part 19

Tracy shared everything—even with respect to the girlfriend, but not about her personal fantasies. She shared how the girlfriend was the one who collared her, put on the nipple clamps and weights and gagged her, as well as the girlfriend’s later betrayal and submission. Bill was most interested in the submission part.

“She’s, like, your slave girl?”

“And a complete slut.”

“Wow. That I gotta see!”

Tracy notices his dick getting hard, but opts not to make an issue of it. He’s been so sweet.

Disaster avoided!

Tracy and Bill shower, dress and head out for the day.

They fly out Sunday to their respective places.

Later in the week, after work, Tracy is at the studio and her domme friend drops by.

“Hope you don’t mind, but I was in the neighborhood.”

This was a total lie. She is suspicious.

“No problem. Just getting ready and cleaning up for something tomorrow.”

“You know, someone like you really should have a maid to do these things.”

“I know. Candi-Floss is a great help with the sessions, but her poor mind is so sex-addled that she isn’t much good at cleaning, and I end up doing most of it myself.”

“So, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”

(Sheepishly.). “Is, er, Candi-Floss here?”

“What? Yes, she’s in the back. Why do you …?”

“You fucking turd!” (Laughing.) “ Go on back. You’re such a guy!.”

“What can I say? I am what I am. I’ll be right back.”

“You want to watch again?”

“Well, maybe one more time. And don’t get it in her hair. She just got it done and is working tonight.”

“I won’t. Promise.”

The scene from earlier is largely repeated. Tracy is transfixed by his cock. Her arousal is less than subtle—her friend can tell.

“This is going perfectly,” he thinks.

On his way out he casually asks how it went with Bill.

“Amazingly well, in fact. He had actually already imagined that it might happen and basically laughed at me. He did show an interest in Candi-Floss, though. I think I might let him watch her do her thing sometime. But no blow jobs from her for him. His cock is only for me”

“God. You’re both sluts!”

“You’re one to talk!”

“I guess. Thank Candi-Floss for me!”

“Get out of here! Bye.”

“I’ll be back!”

“Shoo shoo!”

“Oh, I almost forgot. A while back you expressed an interest in learning Gorean training and Shibari. You still interested?”

“I might be. But there is no way in hell I’m letting you tie me up.”

“No worries there. We can tie the slut up. But would love to teach both to you.”

“I’ll think about it. Now go!”

He smiles as he leaves.

Part 20

A day or so later Tracy is at her “real” office and starts thinking about the domme’s offer. She viewed both the Gorean training and the Shibari as being things that were primarily visited upon female subs, but thought it would be good to branch out and continue to develop her skills. She was certain that at least some of the knowledge would be useful for male or sissy training as well, and she did have several submissive females among her regulars. So she texted the domme. and they agreed to weekly training classes. Candi-Floss might not like it, but that was too bad for her. The domme gave Tracy a couple of how to Shibari instructional books to study, and suggested that Tracy might want to reacquaint herself with the books of Gor as well.

At the appointed day and time, they, Tracy, the domme and Candi-Floss, met at her studio for the first class. Candi-Floss, the ever-obedient subject, was made to strip, and the domme methodically wrapped and knotted her with a perfect “shrimp” tie.

He explains—

“The tying is just part of the fun. Watching them after they are tied is even better. Some of the ties are pretty easy for the bound person at first, but get progressively difficult as time passes. You’ll see.”

While Candi-Floss is uncomfortably wondering how she got herself into this, he starts talking to Tracy about the Gorean part. He explains that the “kajira” positions, for female slaves, are ritualistic, and an aspect of a mental slavery. They will eventually affect the slave psychologically, making her feel both sexually desirable and vulnerable at the same time. There are many named positions, and for many of them the slave is required to submissively assume and maintain the positions upon hand gestures or command. The best way to learn the positions is to actually practice them as they are taught.

“We’ll go over a few of the basic ones tonight. Is that okay?

That’s fine with Tracy. She is wearing her black yoga pants and top—she makes it clear that she will be staying dressed. He’s fine with that.

The domme is wearing workout clothes—shorts and a tee shirt. He picked the shorts intentionally because of how they fit in the front. They emphasize his cock and balls, making them hard not to notice—particularly for a kneeling person whose head is at crotch level. The prominence in his shorts of his cock and balls doesn’t register with Tracy. At least not at first.

He strarts with a frw basic positions—Nadu, Tower Slave, Leisha. and Obeisance—all performed and practiced at his feet. It doesn’t take long for Tracy to become acutely aware of a shifting of power away from her and to him. She tries to mentally resist at first, but while she is holding the Nadu position he moves to adjust her position slightly—as he does this his crotch comes within inches of her face. And he is noticeably aroused. She wonders if she should be able to smell it. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she thinks! She cannot move—captured by both her mind and the position. By the time he introduces hand gestures to go with the positions she is fully aroused, aching between her legs, and fully obedient. She wants to stop obeying, but cannot.

He had been half worried that Tracy would see through this part of his little plan, or would be suspicious of it, and would pass on his “training” offer. But he had presented it almost casually and she had innocently accepted and gone along with it. And now, for her, it was too late. He has her.