The trainer

        Looking in the mirror, I realized that age had caught up with
me. Sure, I had kept my weight down and looked trim and fit in
clothes, but standing there in my glory it was obvious that I
was losing ground to gravity.  I had always been fitness-minded.
Fitness minded in the sense that I often thought about
exercising.  Somehow, though, I never quite got around to it.  I
had accumulated enough equipment in my basement to open a small
health club, but judging from the reflection before me, it was
not being put to good use.

        The idea of hiring a personal trainer had rattled through my
head from time to time.  Someone to force me to adhere to a
strict training regimen.  This time the thought didn't migrate
out an ear, but stuck, and I resolved to do something about it.

        I spent the day at work sucking in my gut and standing very
straight, as though this would somehow confer a greater level of
fitness.  On the way home I stopped at a new health club that
had opened near my home to see if they knew of a trainer.

        The club was like a dance club with sweat.  Spandex clad,
tightly muscled men and women pumped and groaned to a driving
beat blasting over the sound system.  I was glad that I still
had my 5'9" nondescript frame hidden beneath my business suit.

        I asked the girl at the desk if they knew of any personal
fitness trainers that would make house calls.  She pointed over
my shoulder and said something, but with the music blaring, I
only heard the word "her".  "Her" was a vision to behold.  She
stood over a slightly overweight woman struggling with the lats
machine.  Her back was to me, but the sight of her blond hair,
golden and shining, falling half way down her back, was enough
to take my breath away.  But the kicker was her ass.  Round and
firm, it danced as she moved, the muscles visible through her
tight pink spandex shorts.  Beneath that perfect ass was a pair
of legs that were long, sculpted and  muscled.

        I had not thought about a female trainer.  I had envisioned a
balding, hairy hunk of a guy who would shame me into working out
by comparison.  This was a novel and intriguing idea.  After
all, if I had to suffer, why not do it with something nice to
look at.

        I mentally composed my speech, "Hi, I'm looking for a personal
trainer. I need someone to come to my home. I have alot of
equipment..."  After all, I didn't want to come across like a
moron the first time we spoke.  Tapping her on the shoulder, I
managed to get out that I was looking for a trainer before she
cut me off.."Go wait in the lounge, I'll be done in 15 minutes."

        Her abruptness was a blessing.  It saved me from the
embarrassment of stammering before the most beautiful woman I had
ever met.  The cut-off tee shirt she wore would normally not
have covered the breasts of the average woman, but hers were so
firm they stood out straight, almost hitting me as she turned.
The long expanse of bare midriff was tanned and rippling with
muscle.  But the topper was her face.  Her chiseled features
surrounded a pair of piercing blue eyes whose look had turned me
to jelly.

        I waited in the lounge wondering if I had gotten myself into
something I would regret.  I decided to play it out and see what
happened.  She entered the lounge and walked to within 10 feet
of me.  Stopping, she gave me a complete physical examination
with her eyes.  When she was done, she walked over and sat on
the arm of the sofa on which I was seated and looked down at me
from above.

        I finally got out my prepared speech, relatively smoothly I
might add.  Smiling, she introduced herself as Donna.  She
explained that she did make house calls and would take me on on
a trial basis.  The first session was instructional and
motivational, she said.  It tended to be quite long.  She had
some time this Saturday.  I quickly made the appointment.

        Saturday was only three days away.  I decided to spend them
dieting and working out to be in the best possible shape for our
meeting.  However, after dinner, I found myself thinking about
that firm, lush body and that beautiful face.  I fell asleep
with the image of her in my head and my cock in my hand.

        Saturday was forever in coming.  At the appointed time, I stood
at the front door dressed splendidly in my new warm up suit and
cross trainers waiting for the bell to ring.  On her arrival, I
opened the door.  To my disappointment, Donna was dressed in
baggy warm up pants and an oversized sweatshirt.  Obviously this
was all business.  Oh well, I had my memories.

        I showed her to the basement.  She was pleased with my
assortment of equipment.  We spent the better part of an hour
and a half going over various exercises.  I was taught the
proper sequence and was amazed at how slightly different changes
in posture allowed you to isolate just the right muscle group.
Donna laid out a very specific routine for me to follow, and
even scheduled the time of day I should exercise.

        I was greatly impressed by her knowledge and was feeling very
good about my decision to embark on this program.  As we
finished ironing out the specifics of the program, Donna asked
me to stand up.  She told me that we had finished the
instructional portion of the session and it was now time for the
motivational aspect.  I was told that in order to gauge my
progress she would have to have an idea of the appearance of my
body.  She told me to remove my warm up jacket, shirt, warm up
pants, shoes and socks.  This left me standing in only a pair of
thin nylon running shorts.  "You have potential", she said.
"Not too much body fat.  With a little work you will begin to
show some muscle."

        She then, without warning, stripped off her sweats.  She stood
before me wearing a leather look bikini.  The top barely covered
her nipples and the strings seemed to strain against the
firmness of her breasts.  The thong bottom just covered what
were obviously shaved pussy lips.  She flexed and posed, telling
me that this is what I should aspire to.

        "I usually like to evaluate the strength and stamina of my new
students as well", she explained.  "I have found a very
efficient way to do this is through wrestling, as it combines
both elements.  To inspire my students to try their hardest I
usually offer a small wager.  If they win, I will be their slave
for an hour, but if I win they are mine.  Interested?"

        Speechless, I could only nod my affirmative.  "OK, smiled
Donna, Let's go".

        She grabbed me, I grabbed her and we fell to the carpet in a
mass of arms and legs.  I was surprised.  She was not nearly as
strong as she looked.  She would tie me up in a hold, but I
would always struggle free.  With some practice I was sure I
could take her.

        My confidence began to wane about ten minutes into our match.
I was breathing heavily and my arms and chest were aching from
the unaccustomed exertion.  Donna pushed me away from her,
sending me sprawling on the rug.  "You look pretty beat, boy. I
guess it's time to stop fooling around."  Grabbing me by the
hair, she pulled me to a sitting position.  She then wrapped her
legs around my torso, trapping me in a scissor hold.

        Donna laughed as she squeezed me between her powerful thighs.
I became light-headed as the oxygen was forced from my lungs and
I was unable to inhale.  My head was pounding and I thought I
would pass out.  Just then she released me.  Laying me on my
back, she locked my wrists between her calves and thighs and
straddled my head, facing my feet.  Donna pulled down her bikini
bottoms and spreading her ass cheeks, buried my face in her ass.

        I lay beneath her, gasping for air, sucking in the aroma of her
asshole and cunt.  Barely able to breathe, I struggled to worm
my way out from beneath her.  Donna reached down into my shorts
and took hold of my balls.  As she squeezed, I heard her say," I
think I've won the match, but just to make sure you agree, when
you think you've lost you can show me by putting your tongue in
my asshole."  She gave my balls a vicious twist to emphasize my
situation.  I forced my tongue out of my mouth and in the
darkness that enveloped my head, searched for her bottom hole.
Finding it, I pushed my tongue in as deeply as I could.

        After giving my balls one last twist, Donna released me.  I lay
on my back, limp and beaten.  Cheerfully, she rolled me onto my
stomach.  Then she opened the gym bag she had brought with her.
I felt her pull my arms behind me and felt the cold steel of
handcuffs encircle my wrists.  Rolled again onto my back, I felt
her attaching something to my cock and balls, but did not have
the strength to lift my head to look.

        Donna pulled me to my knees.  Towering over me, damp with
sweat, I was excited in spite of my embarrassing condition.  It
was then that I realized what had been done to my manhood.  As
my cock began to swell a jolt of pain coursed through my body.
Looking down I saw that I was locked into an apparatus that
tightly constricted my cock and constrained my balls.  The
device was locked at the base of my cock and around my scrotum
with padlocks.  Donna smiled.  "Just a little symbol of your
slavery, wimp."

        Donna removed her bikini, watching me squirm as the metal chain
of my cock restraint bit into my sensitive flesh.  To increase
my torture she rubbed her hot, wet body against me, holding me
by the hair and grinding her cunt into my face, flicking her
clit with the end of my nose.  Releasing me, she stood back and
admired her captive.  "Teasing is fun, but there's nothing like
fuckin, is there slave?"  I kneeled before her more interested
in losing my erection than in her question as the pain was
unbearable.  She was not terribly interested in a response
anyway.  She immediately went to her bag and brought out a 10
inch strap on dildo.  Donna attached the dildo to a studded
leather harness that held her plastic cock erect.  As she stood
before me the phallus waved in front of my face.  "Open wide and
get it nice and wet, slave boy, your spit is the only lubricant
I plan to use in your ass."  Holding me by the ears, Donna
fucked my mouth until her cock was dripping with my saliva.  As
she withdrew it I cringed with anticipation of what was to come
next.  Donna pulled me roughly to the weight bench and threw me
face down along it's length.  She crouched behind me and I felt
the bulbous end of the dildo at my anus.  With firm, steady
pressure she penetrated me.  I felt as though I was tearing
apart at the seams.  Too weak to scream, I moaned and yelped
quietly as Donna rammed her cock into my burning asshole.  Her
thrusts varied, sometimes slow and easy, other times so violent
that my entire body was pushed forward with their force.

        "With all that whimpering you sound more like a puppy than a
man.  But that's alright.  At least puppies are good with their
tongues.  Are you good with yours, slave dog?"  Donna removed
her dildo, leaving it buried in my ass.  Going to her bag, she
removed a riding crop.  She pulled me from the bench, leaving me
kneeling at the end.  Donna positioned herself at the end of the
bench, spread her legs and pulled my head into her pussy.  The
command lick was punctuated with the first blow of the crop.  My
ass, already searing from the plastic rod still buried in it,
convulsed from this new attack.  But my attention was on the
smooth, tight cunt before me.  I licked and sucked as though my
life depended on it, and I was afraid it might.  My endeavors
were guided by the rain of blows Donna delivered with her crop.
I lost all track of time as pain and pleasure intermingled and
the aroma and taste of Donna flooded my senses.

        Donna shuddered to an orgasm and threw me backwards to the
floor.  I saw in her right hand the keys to my cock restraint.
Donna smiled and said, "You now have a decision to make.  I can
remove your cock cage and leave here, but then you will never
see me again.  You will remain the same mediocre worm you have
always been, revelling in unfulfilled masturbatory fantasies.
Or you can ask me to leave your harness on.  You will become my
slave, my property,  Without the interference of your male
organ, you will have the time and energy to complete the
extensive program I will put you through.  Your goal and
inspiration will be my amusement and pleasure.  It's up to you."

        Crawling and writhing like a worm, I maneuvered my mouth to
Donna's feet and pressed my lips to her toes.  "Good", she said.
I will call you tomorrow with the time and date of our next
session.  I expect that you will comply with the directions you
have been given thus far.  As your physical condition improves
and you become more attractive, I will use you to reward my
female clients who have themselves shown great progress.

        Donna knelt and removed the handcuffs, packed her toys in her
bag, dressed and left.  I slowly recovered my strength and
staggered upstairs to the kitchen table.  On it I found a bill
from Donna.  Four hours of training, four hundred dollars.