A rose by any other...

Finishing up his look in the self facing camera, Paul was sure this would work. Talking over things with Jewel yesterday at the salon really helped him focus on a path forward. Having someone clinically examine your bare skin as you lay naked on a table, really opens you up to trusting them. And Jewel had learned early on that talking with clients and just general gossip tended to make them more comfortable & enjoy the experience more.

Jewel tried to read between the vague lines that Paul put out there, but given his situation, she surmised he was trying to woo a suitor. Her suggestion of thinking how they reacted to people you knew they found attractive and items in your wardrobe that would match that or fall in line seemed like a straightforward & obvious proposal but adding in new or unique accessories to make it your own really hit like a winning buzzer to him.

This set Paul thinking how Bill commented on outfits in the past. A comment of a ‘smart & sexy’ lady they had seen in a bar while waiting for their dates to return reminded him of how Bill liked the professional look of her dress with her hair pulled back from her face to let her be seen yet free flowing enough to not be restrictive. His comment about her face being youthful & strong led him to the current makeup tutorial.

The headband held the wig firmly to his head but pulled the hair back down his body. Spending almost a half hour of brushing and spraying allowed him to get the waves into a style that seemed almost reminiscent of Julianne Moore in a 60s throw back. The makeup was done in youthful style more reminiscent of a college co-ed than a professional, but he thought that would work better to steer away from his natural age. Raiding the stash of costume jewelry Nico had sent netted Paul the lovely, large hoop earrings and matching necklace, bracelets, and rings to really add on accessories to bring a bit of bling and class he thought to the tight pink silk shell and flared black skirt he thought provided a professional look Trainer Bill would appreciate.

Putting things away and getting to work, Paul was constantly reminded of his added accessories as he typed away on his keyboard. The added weight of the rings caused more typos than he would have expected early on, but he was able to slow his typing a little & allowed the touch typing to work in line, but the bracelets on the keyboard were a continuous percussive rhythm that he actually enjoyed as a reminder of his afternoon plans with Trainer Bill. Paul was also surprised at how often throughout the day he had attempted to slip his pumps off, but the locks from Trainer Bill ensured they stayed in place, further emphasizing his wise guidance that Paul really appreciated it.

With the reminders giving Paul plenty of time, he took extra effort to review his makeup and accessories were perfect and patching up small incidental smudges from the day before donning his cuffs and taking his spot kneeling before the camera. Running back through his mental dialogue with the vocal training playing in his ear was difficult, but he really felt Jewel was right when she suggested he just bring it up. If he felt his partner wasn’t enjoying it and wasn’t giving it his all, try to find out what they could do to make it enjoyable. “Anytime you can make it more like play and less like a task for them, is an added bonus of making them happy & more thrilling for you,” was a key phrase Paul had latched on to. Paul was sure this was going to make it more enjoyable for Trainer Bill and make him even better at the party for Molly.

His thought process was interrupted with a prompt, “Hello, Paulie,” that spread a warmth throughout Paul’s body. He responded with almost automatic “Hello, Trainer Bill,” that accompanied a genuine smile as he could see Trainer Bill looking intently throw the screen with wide eyes.

Bill was surprised to see the change in appearance in Paul. It wasn’t an outrageous or elaborate change, but the effort and detail were items he’d never shown or put effort towards. The ensemble seemed to almost change his complete appearance; Bill was finding it harder yet to find Paul in the visage on his screen. “Is there a special occasion, Paulie? You look all glammed up for an evening out.”

Paul’s face beamed even more with the wider smile as he **** the inner squeal of elation from escaping as he was sure the work into the look was making a difference. The prompt seemed like a perfect entrance to put his plan into motion, “in a way, yes, it is a special occasion, Trainer Bill.”

Bill was cautiously interested to figure out where he was going with this. “How so?”

Paul took a deep breath and started, “we’ve been talking about how we could advance my training further and how you are holding back because you weren’t able to treat me as one of your special girls...”

“Well, ya...”

“Please, Trainer Bill,” Paul awkwardly proud about being assortative to fix this for Trainer Bill, “let me finish. It's important I get this all out.”

Bill was very unsure of where this is going, “ok.”

“As I was saying, you weren’t able to treat me as one of your special girls. And we both know you would be doing things differently if you didn’t keep seeing me as the guy you know. Therefore, starting today, I’ve decided I want you to refer & think of me only as a girl during our sessions or when I’m in costume or feminine attire. Think of me as a separate person.

"The person you see before you is not some relation of a relation; she is your trainee. She is someone you’re trying to mold into the perfect specimen of sexy beauty for her attendance at a Halloween party. She was untrained, lacking in grace, and you’ve honed her and brought out her femininity, but she needs to go to the next level & only you can do that. And she’s ready for you to do what you need and devoted to showing you the success you deserve. She knows this is asking a lot, but she also knows you’ve given her so much already & you deserve so much more from her. You deserve to have your own pleasure and your own reward from all the work & effort you have put into her growth. This should be an enjoyable and gratifying experience for you as well; maybe even more so.

"To help with all of this, I’ve set up a new profile with a new name and new contact info to help identify and separate this person. There’s nothing legal or consequential about this identity. It's something for you to build & grow so she can be in the world as her own. She wants to be cute but unique; quirky but devoted; sexy and graceful.

"Trainer Bill, please think of me as Vyki.”

With all that said, silence seemed to hang with the tension between the two. In that moment, through that soliloquy, Vyki came out in her own and laid herself out for Trainer Bill. Her heart pounded in her ears as she felt the world waiting to hear from the man before her. Was he going to help guide her into the best she could be or was he going to squash her before she ever really existed?

Bill stared open mouth at these revelations. Was this what he really wanted? Did Paul really have a clue what he was asking? Was this something Bill was even willing to do? He couldn’t deny the visceral response his base body was having to this; his pants were tighter yet from the growing interest. Could he really keep it separate? Could he face Paul after this? Could he face Molly after this? Would she accept it or shut them both out? Would it even need to go that far though? Is this just an act or is he wanting to be separate relation to him?

Vyki was getting more nervous as the tension held in the air. She could see the gears turning in his head, but which direction would he go. The fact he didn’t jump at it told her he had reservations and wasn’t completely open to it. Did she misjudge him completely? Was he just totally repulsed by her? Could never get past Paul? Would he just be Molly’s husband to him? Did he push Bill too far? Was he going to laugh at him and just pull out completely? Was it too late for Paul to take it back? It was all just silly and stupid. He should know better.

At that moment, Bill saw the torment growing in her eyes. The fear of the devoted; the anguish of the servile; the **** of the submissive. The beast came roaring from his depth, and he knew what he wanted from her. This girl would be his. “I’m not sure you know what you’re signing up for, Vyki.”

With the single utterance of her name, she burst forth over his body and internally she swore to give him what he wanted. Bill saw the spark light in her eyes. Thousands of ways he could twist and control her so easily ran through his mind, but he knew he must control himself first.

“But we’ll let you start down this path. We’ve already lost a lot of time and don’t have much left before our target date, so I’m going to have some more equipment rushed to you. However, this is not something to be taken lightly. You need to be very certain this is truly what you want because starting Monday you will begin a whole new set of devotions and challenges that will build you from your inner core. I’m not going to give you chances to back out or slow down. Once you start, your choices will only be to succeed or fail. And, Vyki, if you fail, that’s it; we’re done. Will you follow my guidance & instructions as I push you and succeed like a good girl?”

“Yes, Sir!” She didn’t even try to stifle the moan that he triggered with the <BUZZZ> as she was elated with his choice to accept her.

“Alright, anything else before we get started, Vyki?”

She shook her head and was momentarily distracted by the large hoops hitting her neck hoping he was appreciative of the metal sparkling in the light.

“Great! Since your lovely tan setting prevented you from wearing your hot little corset, why don’t you show me how your stretches are coming along; not sure I’ve seen them in a while.”

“Yes, Sir,” she popped up with moaning giggle as she moved to show him how far she could move even in the high heels.

Bill was amazed at how he never noticed how gracefully and sensually she could move. He was definitely glad he had her doing all those squats and other exercises as her short skirt frequently showed how round and fit her glutes had gotten; it was definitely an asset worth admiring. As she reached down to touch her toes again, Bill called out “Stop! Hold that.”

Vyki was a little surprised as he’d never asked her to stop mid rep on something so simple.

“Now, spread your feet shoulder width apart. Grab the posts of our stilettos. And look at the screen.”

Vyki was suddenly aware of her flared skirt falling down her body as she shifted her legs out and the wind from the central air blowing over her exposed ass cheeks as she grabbed her ankles trying to figure out what he was doing.

“Now, practice your vocal training, girl.”

With an odd constraint of her head being inverted from her prone position, she started and was surprised at her altered voice squeezed further & sounding even different, “I should enjoy pleasure from my own body. <BUZZ> I should enjoy giving pleasure to my partner. <BUZZ> I am a good girl. <BUZZ> It's okay to be a slut. <BUZZZZZ>”

“Is that true, Vyki? Are you a good girl? Are you lying to me?”

Panting, Vyki replied, “No, Sir. I want to be a good girl for you.”

"You better keep that in mind. I think you’re limber enough for today; start your walking exercise.”

“Yes, Sir.” Vyki almost stumbles a bit as she stands up and the intense buzz hits her hard as the blood flow rushes from her head. Taking just a moment to gather her balance, she presses forward to do her walking. Cursing herself for the <zaps> she receives after just a few steps, feeling her balance still a little off. However, before long she gets back into her groove. Before long she’s sure Trainer Bill is watching her intently and tries to ensure there is extra whip to her hip as she feels the skirt swish out just a bit farther.

Bill really is surprised by how much she has found a way to strut her hips out. He’s sure the thigh cuffs are helping with the wider step, but if he weren’t careful, he was sure she was a MILF with a few kids under her belt. He was jolted out of his focus as the alarm went off. “K, start your vocal training.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill,” confirmed before jumping in with the loop, “A good girl wants to do whatever she can to make her partner happy. I want to be a good girl. I am a good girl...”

Bill left the audio on as he shifted over to order items for Vyki’s new tasks. As he listened to her, he was wondering if what he was going to do next with her was what she wanted all along. Anything from plays, news reports, movies, even TEDxTalks could have been picked. With these being what she picked, he was vindicated as the cart continued to fill up with things, he never would have planned to pick up a few months ago for this training. He was going to find out just how serious she was sooner rather than later; he was done using kid gloves. ‘Well, at least not without spikes or studs in them,’ he thought to himself as a twisted grin moved over his face.