Diluting Delusions

Enjoying the tingle from the post shower oiling, Paul slid the gaff up his smooth legs and walked over to pull out the boots & lock. He knew he couldn’t put them on after the new corset, but he remembered Trainer Bill was concerned enough about him that he wanted to check on him after they were on in case there was an issue. It was really kind of him, but Paul was confident he’d be fine in another pair of shoes. Since Trainer Bill would probably have to drop in on his video, Paul sat down to do his makeup before he put the boots on.

Remembering back to Trainer Bill agreeing to finally stop limiting how he pushes Paul and some sort of guardrails just because he was married to Molly, Paul was so energized for winning that fight against the great Trainer Bill and was sure his training partner would finally acquiesce under the sound arguments Paul gave him.

Paul was so proud of himself, he put together a big steak & potato dinner for him & Molly after he put his new equipment away & finished the chores. He was so energized and encouraged, he busted one of the protection posts on their bed as he was drilling into Molly. That reminded him he needed to patch the holes in the wall behind the headboard as he applied some filler to his cheeks.

With his wig in place, he grabbed his boots & sat down on the bed in the spare room to put them on. As the zipper went all the way to the ankle, the went on surprisingly easily acting more like a tight shoe than any boot. However, closing up the boot’s zipper was harder than he expected as the loose flaps kept separating and the zipper needed them relatively close to pull the teeth together. However, before too long he was able to lock the zipper in the upper position. Repeating the process on the other leg was easier, but the loose flaps still seemed to have a mind of their own periodically.

With both boots in place, he attached the locking straps and fed the miniature locks into place. He was pretty sure he wouldn’t have slipped these off as the zipper would prevent that from being a quick or simple task. In any event, Trainer Bill asked to let him know, so he sent him a picture looking down from his lap to show the boots in place with the locks on the ankles visible. He got back a thumbs up, so he figured that’s all Trainer Bill wanted.

Standing up he could definitely feel a difference in how the shoes thrusted him forward, but he was sure he could deal with this. Taking a few tentative steps over to his cabinet, he was surprised how insulated his legs felt, but chuckled to himself realizing this was the first time his knees or shins had been covered in months.

Sliding on a bra and inserts, he moved to picking out an outfit and felt like wearing a short, flowing dress & grabbed one of the flowery ones. Grabbing the inevitable, impossible, unforgiving corset, he groaned at the idea of putting it back on. However, he also saw the training aid and contemplated installing that with the corset on & cringed at that idea.

Tossing the dress & corset on the bed, he grabbed the training aid & some lube and climbed up on the bed. Leaning his shoulders on the bed and spreading his knees, he pulled the strip of his gaff from between his cheeks and began applying lube. Gripping the aid, he reached behind and began sliding it into position.

Finally able to break away from his current client, Bill got back in his office and pulled up the video feeds to make sure Paul was handling the new boots correctly. It took only a few minutes for the security system to highlight motion in the spare bedroom and Bill pulled it up to focus. As the screen came up, his brain tried to reconcile the scene before him:

With her dress discarded on the bed and her corset removed, the ginger on the bed was left in only her daily, risqué lingerie kneeling on her bed. Her long, tight, thigh-high leather boots encase her spread legs leading up to her fit bubble butt. Her thong moved to the side as her cheeks are separated by the dildo sliding in & out as she slowly fucks her ass for the overhead camera.

Normally, Bill would be ecstatic to privately watch the submissive MILF please herself and could feel motion in his pants as his id slowly responded to the carnal thoughts. He had to physically shake his head to break the train of thought about the guy he’d often bantered back and forth with about different rope and flogging techniques. He tried to figure out why Paul was doing this now; he knew Bill was going to want to check on his ability to move in the challenging boots. Why did he want to show off using the aid up his ass and why did he look so blissfully euphoric while he did it? Bill imitated the audio line to open a dialogue with Paul and was immediately met with Paul’s natural voice panting a rather energized line from his ‘vocal training’, “... shows her partner how ready and accepting she is....” The pitch and emotion only apparently rising as the ‘aid’ thrusts into his ass. “Dressing slutty for their partner....”

The audio abruptly cut out as Bill cut the feed. His brain was having so many conflicts reconciling the vision before him and the voice he had known for so long and how his body was reacting to it all.

Bill was content that Paul was at least moving in the boots and shut the security camera feed; he was not looking to deal with where this train of thought was going. He’d go do some reps in his gym to get this out of his head and check Paul in a few hours to make sure he was disabled on the ground with broken ankles. Until then, he needed to work out some emotions with some deadlifts.

As the aid finally reached the base and fully set within him, Paul smiled contentedly that he got it fully installed like Trainer Bill had shown him. Slowly rolling over to sit on the bed and feeling the aid press into him, he was sure Trainer Bill would be proud of his attention to detail. Looking at the bed next to him, he dreaded putting on the corset but knew Trainer Bill was doing it to help him sit correctly and straightened his unsupported back & threw his shoulders back as he realized he was already slouching; he was lucky Trainer Bill was there to help him. He just hoped he could show him how good he could be.

Sighing exasperated, he grabbed the restrictive corset and put it on; struggling with the tight straps behind him without completely passing out from lack of breathing, he felt he finally got the right tightness. Lifting the flower dress, he let it fall over his head and was impressed how there was just a flash of flesh between the hem and the top of his boots. He giggled a bit thinking this was the most he’d worn in so long, but it did seem to fit a good fall look. Focusing on his steps in the elevated boots, he strutted to his home office and sat down to get to work.

Before long, Paul's reminder to take his vocal inhaler went off to ensure it was ready for Trainer Bill but cleared up before Molly got home. With the inhaler working, Paul took the opportunity to practice the vocal track in his ears as he got some more work in, still amazed how different it made his voice sound. However, he was able to get some code processed and e-mails sent off before he was rewarded with the reminder to get ready for Trainer Bill.

Kneeling in his spot was a little harder with the long boots but he did find he could actually separate his knees out just a bit further by using the magnetic cuffs on his thighs & wrists to pull his thighs out and let his knees slide on the smooth floor.

Despite all his attempted distractions and procrastinations, Bill was still surprised at his emotional response to the red head kneeling on the floor before his camera. Her cuffs had latched together through her dress and as she spread her legs, her dress had grown taut & the hem had straightened enough to allow even his elevated view to see the peak of the panties beneath them. This brought back the flood of visualizations from earlier watching her on the bed seeing her in her underwear shoving the phallus in her ass. And again, he shook his head to remind himself, this is Paul sitting before him.

Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Bill focused on looking at Paul’s face to find the familiar lines of his angles beneath the makeup. Identifying those key attributes, he could focus that it was indeed Paul before him and push down the conflicting emotions. “Hello, Paulie.”

Paul instantly brightened up from hearing his training partner great him, “Hello, Trainer Bill!”

“How have the boots been today?”

“They were a bit of a challenge, Trainer Bill, but I think I’m doing well.”

Bill had an almost constant inner dialogue running in his head fighting the visual and audio before him, ‘he is Paul. Molly’s husband. You’ve known him for years.’ He almost curses his stupid MILF fetish he’s honed over the years bedding so many of the lonely housewives that come through his facility. “Alright, bud, let’s show me what you got,” activating the audio triggers of the Gadget.

Paul kind of cringes at the seemed emphasis, but starts standing up as he responds, “Yes, Sir,” as he stumbles just a moment as a moan escapes his lips from the rewarded <BUZZ>

Bill chuckles at himself and is reminded of Paul’s hubris with the stumble in the new shoes. ‘Arrogant ass can’t do as much as he wants. We can keep this going fine.’ However, as Bill watched for flaws in Paul’s steps, he found himself almost mesmerized by the skill and thrust the ass beneath the flowing dress shifted side to side. Realizing he actually licked his lips a bit, Bill shook his head to remind him it's just Paul and happens to not be breaking his ankle after all. Grabbing a performance review to have something else to focus on, as the timer for Paul’s walk kept counting down, he let the clicking of the heels be his only monitor for major issues while he processed mundane paperwork.

Paul started off strutting his steps with pride and smiling, sure his training partner would be proud with how well he was handling it. Rewarded with the constant <BUZZ> of every clicking step, Paul was glowing the thought Trainer Bill was appreciating his skill and technique. However, despite his nearly perfect walk, he did not hear anything back from Trainer Bill. Paul was worried something was wrong and Trainer Bill was not there. Paul even sacrificed a few strides and suffered <zaps> to see if his training partner would notice, but he didn’t seem to respond. Resolved that he was sure it was just a test to see if he could endure the duration, Paul resolved to get every <BUZZ> with ever click and show Trainer Bill he could handle anything he tossed at him and make Trainer Bill proud of his side project’s partner.

Bill heard the alarm go off and glanced up long enough to verify Paul was still walking well. “Very good, Paulie. On to the vocal training for your next sets.” Starting the next lap timer, Bill moved on to balancing spreadsheets while Paul continued his walking.

“Yes, Sir,” Paul responded almost giddy that he was rewarded with knowing Trainer Bill was watching him and identified he was doing good. Picking up with his excited vocal track, Paul enthusiastically started, “A good slut makes sure she is eagerly available anywhere, anytime. I want to be a good slut. I am...”

Bill’s audio track was abruptly interrupted as he muted his speakers, his pulse elevating as a ram rod shot up in his shorts. Staring at the strutting form on the screen, he repeated to himself, ‘that is Paul. Molly’s husband. You’ve known her for years. HIM! You’ve known HIM!’ Tearing his eyes away from the screen, he focused back on finances before the timer went off.

Paul continued on reciting his notes, loving the feeling of the hem of his dress teasing his encased thigh sure he was impressing his training partner with his voice & movements. Surprised Trainer Bill didn’t say anything during the couple of stumbles, Paul was sure it was because they were only minor and offset by the quality of the other examples. Paul continued, “A good girl is kind and obedient. A good girl wants to please....”

Hearing the alarm go off, Bill announced, “excellent! Great work, Paulie!” Assured that Paul had stopped his training, Bill turned the volume back up. “I know you got your appointment to get to. Since you’ve done so well, let’s go ahead and close out,” Bill instructed to close out the session as soon as he could.

“Yes, Sir,” Paul responded chipperly with pride and walked quickly to his spot.

“You’ve done well with the boots so far, so keep that up.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill,” Paul responded automatically, but was reminded about the needs of following his upcoming session. “Um, Trainer Bill, I’m supposed to let the tan set for 24 hours....”

Bill was surprised Paul actually thought that far ahead, “Good point. You can wear the pumps tomorrow morning, but make sure you use the locks still. And you can take a break from the severe corset until our session.”

“Thank you, Trainer Bill,” Paul responded, glad he had such an understanding training partner.

“Well, have fun at the salon. See you tomorrow. Goodbye, Paulie.”

“Goodbye, Trainer Bill!” Paul responded excitedly as he went to go get ready. Removing everything and shedding his makeup only to don his running shorts, tank top, and sandals after he put everything away felt almost bland in comparison. Sighing, he grabbed his keys and headed out to the salon.