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Elizabeth The Gym

My usual instructor is Rasheed; a former Marine with a sculpted body, an arrogant attitude (you would too with that body), and a complete focus on fitness. The club is owned by Alexis, who we call “Boot Camp Barbie” because of her incredible combination of big boobs, tiny waist and perfect muscles.

Rasheed and I usually dress about the same for a class; tank top, sweat pants and trainers. The problem is that the bastard usually goes commando so I constantly saw the outline of what I would describe as a magnificent cock…all part of that arrogant attitude of his. He couldn't care less if I’m drooling, as long as I showed up twice a week for my sessions, work my ass off and pay my membership fees.

So, one night we were halfway through a particularly difficult session; him shouting, me panting and both of us caught up in the class. He commands me to “drop and give me 20” and I immediately did two things; I respond “Yes, Sir.” and did 20 perfect pushups.

“Did you say Yes, Sir?” he asked. I, of course, responded in the affirmative.

“Let’s try that again.” he says and gives another clear command. I said yes, Sir and give him 20 more (barely).

“You give me a better effort and less whining when I give you commands. Let’s stick with commands from now on, so I don’t have to listen to your pussy-ass whining.”

“Yes Sir.” Geez, I thought of a few commands I would like him to give me.

Be still, my cunt.

This new method of training continued for weeks, with great results. I was training harder than ever (with the body to show for it) and Rasheed seemed a little less arrogant. He clearly took my deference for granted (occasionally calling me bitch) and occasionally even complimenting my efforts. I, of course, continued to imagine other commands that would involve getting to touch that sculpted body. Unconsciously, I probably stood a bit closer to him than I should and probably changed my gear to be more revealing. He was having none of it, the cunt-teaser…I would remain a cock-teaser not pleaser, with this man. I thought...

Finally, one night, things came to a head (pun intended). We were the last session of the night. He was standing over my sweat-drenched body and I was in sub-space after an hour of non-stop exercise commands, while in the proximity of that fine cock and being referred to as “bitch”.

“Bitch, you think I don’t know what a cock-teaser you are? You go from sweats to tights that show everything you got? You think I am going to risk my job by fucking even a fine piece of customer ass like you? Besides, I got my own fine lover waiting for me at home after I kick you out of here. You need to be taught a lesson. Follow me.”

We entered the employee showers and I was told to strip.

“I know just what to do with a cock tease like you. First, you will watch while I strip for my shower. My lover likes me coming home clean and smooth. Then, after I strip, you will go into the shower with me and wash every inch of my body…every inch.”

I started by lathering up those strong shoulders and worked my way down his back. The white suds against his smooth muscles were surreal. I took my time, kneading him and using my hands to enjoy every moment…even though I was getting increasingly aroused with no hope of satisfaction. I massaged and sudsed his hard-as-a-rock ass and got a grunt out of him when I went between his cheeks to wash his tight anus. He gifted me by spreading his legs and ordering me to wash behind his balls. I gladly complied with mumbled “yes, Sir”.

“Louder, bitch.”

“YES SIR.” "EVERY INCH, SIR".

I moved around his body to be kneeling at his feet. I was ordered to keep my eyes closed, which was a blessing because I don’t know what I would have done if I saw his cock so close. I continued to wash up his striated legs and calves and took my time, in order to enjoy every moment. I began to wash his thighs and heard him sigh as I “accidentally” brushed his cock with my arm.

“You think I am going to give up my jizz for you, bitch? My bitch at home gets every drop of my cum., but you can clean my cock for her. I want my cock washed very carefully and you will do it until I tell you to stop.”

There is a god.

I lathered my hands and began to wash his cock and balls. As I gave him the attention he demanded, his balls tightened up and his cock began to grow to a thick, hard member at least nine inches long and too thick to get my hand around. I spent time massaging his engorged tip, working the spot right below the head. This went on for more than a few minutes because of his perfect control. By then, I had a constant stream of girl-juices dripping from my cunt. He finally stopped me and ordered me to wash and shave his chest. Gladly…if I spent much more time hand-jobbing that awesome cock without putting it inside me, I was going to scream…and he knew it.

After shaving his chest and thoroughly drying him, Rasheed slapped my ass and told me to go home. This I did and gave Master the fuck of a lifetime. Master approved and told me I was expected to wash Rasheed any time I was told to do so. I kissed Master’s feet and thanked him. This after-workout ritual continued for weeks, with the usual results for him and lack of fulfillment for me. And then… ? Boot Camp Barbie.

I showed up at my usual session time, expecting to meet Rasheed. I was surprised to be met by Alexis, who informed me that Rasheed had a schedule conflict and had asked her to train me that evening. She also told me that Rasheed had gone over our workout plan and that she felt comfortable picking up where he had left off last time. I chuckled inside, thinking if she only knew where her employee had “left off”. Ignorance is bliss, I thought. Only it was my ignorance.

“Okay bitch,” she started.

Holy shit, those exercise notes must have been very complete.

“Now, I know you work out hard with Rasheed and I bet you think you are fit. So, tonight, I am going to pace you. Every move you do, I do. We’ll see how fit you really are, because even if you keep up, remember that I have been training all day and you just got here. Clear?”

It was very clear to me that Boot Camp Barbie was going to give me a hard session and I answered her with a direct affirmative., "Yes."

“Yes, what bitch?” “Yes, Ma’am”

“Good. Drop and let’s do 20.” The night went by at a manic pace and I loved every minute of it. I kept up with her, pushed her and finally felt her approval by the end of the session. I actually believed that we were real workout partners. It also felt completely natural to respectfully address her as Ma’am. We finished the session and I began collecting my mat and towel to go home.

“Where do you think you are going, bitch? I know what you and Rasheed have been doing in the shower because he told me. I know he makes you wash and shave him because he is afraid of fucking a customer. Well, guess what bitch? He’s right, employees are not allowed to fuck customers. But I’m not an employee, I’m the owner. Get that tight ass in the shower room, strip and kneel by the door while I close up the place.”

Of course, I obeyed without hesitation. I wondered if she knew she had told me to assume the first position every slave learns, the Service Position. I found out as soon as she walked back into the shower. She had taken off the sweats she had worn during the session, had applied makeup and was clothed in a tiny g-string that did nothing to hide her clean-shaven pussy. To say that she was attractive would be an understatement.

More accurately, she looked like Wonder Woman’s better-looking sister. She looked strong, with lean muscles that overlapped each other like an anatomy chart. She had six-pack abs, biceps like stones and a sculpted back. Her breasts were high and firm, with hard nipples that each had a silver ring pierced through it. Her pussy was swollen with desire and had another silver ring through her clit hood.

Things started simply. “Lick it until I tell you to stop.” I did. Starting with my tongue gently massaging her clit, I went further by gently biting her labia and pulling on her clit ring with my teeth. She began to get wet and I lapped her juices up like the obedient slut I am.

“Now the asshole.” I did that too. I used my tongue to rim her, then inserted it as deeply as I was able. She spread her ass cheeks and bent at the waist like a gymnast and started rocking back and forth; forcing my tongue deeper. I was in heaven.

“Now cover every inch of this fine body with your best kisses.” With pleasure…I was now so far into sub-space I would do anything this woman ordered. I kissed her from he feet to her head. She kept ordering, and I continued obeying.

By her command, I eventually had her on the floor moaning in pleasure while she pulled my long blonde hair so hard I cried while she came in my mouth.

She finished the night by washing me gently by hand and massaging my sore muscles and aching jaw. A sweet kiss goodnight (but no orgasm) took me out the door to home and Master.

Master knew what I needed and gave it to me. Using all of my holes for MY pleasure, he allowed me to cum as much as I could. As I dropped off to sleep I murmured "Can I get nipple rings too?"

Just like Boot Camp Barbie.