Tracy in Chains

Tracy in Chains

Claire Thompson

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After years of hiding her submissive nature, Tracy discovers a Dom with the courage and power to guide her on a sensual exploration of sexual self-discovery. Tracy in Chains will take you deep into the world of sensual D/s, and it will be well worth the journey.
 

 
PUBLISHED BY: Romance Unbound Publishing
ISBN:
PUBLICATION DATE: 2009
WORD COUNT: 40926
SEXUAL CONTENT RATING: 5 5 5 5 5
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CATEGORIES: BDSM
KEYWORDS: BDSM, sub, Dom, submission, dominance, sex slave, D/s, erotic romance
 

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EXCERPT
COPYRIGHT Claire Thompson/2009

“Paul Wilson,” a deep voice answered, somewhat breathless, as if he'd rushed to the phone.

A pause and then, shyly, “Hi.”

“Tracy?” He sounded so hopeful and eager, that she couldn't help smiling as she admitted it was she.

“I'm so glad you called, Tracy. I was afraid you might change your mind.”

“Well, I called.” She felt tongue-tied, ridiculous, like a teenager. But his voice... It was so sexy – so deep and melodic. She loved the sound of it instantly. Paul Wilson. What a lovely name. Paul.

“Do you have time?”

“I have a little time till I have to leave for work, about fifteen minutes, I guess.”

“Good. Sit down, Tracy.”

Tracy sat, savoring his use of her name. One of her pet peeves with Kyle was that he never used her name. He called her 'hon' or 'babe', but for some reason he wouldn't say 'Tracy'. It confused and upset her, and she didn't understand it. Somehow it kept her at a distance, as if an imaginary hand was being held out, keeping her from him. She complained about it, but he laughed it off, or shrugged. He didn't seem to understand it himself, and she had, as with most things, let it go.

“Tracy,” Paul said, “I think you're ready for a new step in your exploration of your submissive tendencies. Do you agree?”

“Yes,” Tracy whispered, not sure what she was agreeing to, but very excited.

“Today you are going to test your submission to me. Now, on the phone. You are going to pull down your pantyhose and your panties, and spread your legs for me, and touch your cunt.”
Tracy had heard him clearly, but couldn't believe what he was saying. All their talks up till now had been academic, hypothetical. Nothing like this, although they had discussed in detail what it meant to submit, and how the submissive's body belonged to her owner, if she chose to give it to him.

Online, on the screen, she claimed to belong to him, at least for the few moments a day when they typed to each other. But now, this flesh and blood man was talking to her across the phone lines, and his beautiful stern voice was telling her to pull down her panties.

“Tracy? Are you there? I know we don't have much time. I'm not asking much from you, just this token display. Do it. Now. For me.”

Slowly, as if she were in a trance, Tracy stood and wriggled out of her confining pantyhose. She slipped her underwear down to her ankles and sat again, perched on the edge of the chair, spreading her legs as Paul had instructed her to do.

“Have you obeyed me, Tracy?” His voice was calm, deep and almost hypnotic. Tracy found that she was deeply aroused, yet curiously calm.

“Yes,” she whispered, imagining the picture that she must present, stockings and panties around her ankles, bared pussy peeking between lewdly spread legs.

“Now touch it. Touch your lovely little pussy for me. Put in a finger. And tell me, is it wet? Are you wet for me, Tracy?”

Oh god. She flushed, feeling the heat flame into her neck and cheeks as she dropped her hand down to her own sex, and pressed a finger into the hot, tight opening. She wasn't wet; she was sopping. He was arousing her as Kyle had never done. He understood her in a way Kyle never could have.

“Touch yourself, Tracy, my little slut. Touch yourself.” She did. She began to rub and tease her already swollen labia and clit. Her breathing became labored and audible to the man on the other end of the phone line.

He let her continue for about two minutes, listening as her breathing deepened, then ordered, “Stop.”

Tracy continued for a few seconds more and Paul again said, “Stop. Take your fingers away, pull up your panties and stockings and sit back down on the chair.” Tracy whimpered slightly and Paul said, “Tracy, do what I say. Remember who you belong to.”

Tracy pulled her hand away, fingers slick with her own arousal, and reluctantly obeyed him. She was literally throbbing with need now, desperate to come, and also slightly amazed at her own brazen behavior. Why was he stopping her? She knew men loved to hear a woman come over the phone. At least they'd asked her enough times online, though she'd always refused, feeling slightly affronted.

Then Paul, he was 'Paul' now, she realized suddenly, had ordered her to drop her panties and touch herself and like a total slut she did what he said, and she was the one who wanted it to continue. What was going on?
 

“Tracy, that was your first lesson. A very small lesson in submission, and control. The lesson is this: Your master controls your orgasm. Not you. I know we've discussed this before, but this was a real lesson. You got to actually feel what it is to obey another. How do you feel, Tracy?”

“Hot,” she whispered, not wanting to talk, still wanting to come.

“Good. Stay that way. All day. When you get home tonight, you can come. Even if you orgasm with Kyle, I want you to think of me. Think of me, then in your head, ask for my permission. Say, 'Paul, can I come?' Imagine that I am saying yes, and remember that you belong to me, then come like the slut I know you are, hidden under that proper little banker façade.”

“Paul,” she said, still unable to express the longing he had created in her.

“Tracy. Hang up now and go to work. And remember me tonight.” With a click, he was gone.

 
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