The Workout
by sub
sub describes a huniliating workout with a powerful Woman


     Blindfolded, with my hands cuffed behind me, She led me into the
gym on a leash, taking me to the locker room so She could change.  i
held the handle of Her gym bag in my teeth, and She had me on a short
leash with my head held near Her hip.  After we got to the locker room
She pushed me to my knees, saying, "Put the bag down, slave. Right
there."  i carefully placed the bag on the floor and was about to thank
Her when She jerked my head up with the leash and backhanded me
across the face, sending me sprawling.  She pulled me to my knees with
the leash and dragged me a short distance, where She tied the leash to
the leg of a bench, saying, "Stay right there while I change, slut."
     "Yes, Your Highness.  Thank You, Your Highness," i replied as
She walked away.  i was glad that there were not likely to be many
people in the gym at this hour (3:00 AM) to see my humiliation.  Her
Majesty had been threatening for some time to bring me here to show
me just how much stronger She is than i am and, while i was looking
forward to seeing Her lift weights, i knew that i would be embarrassed
at my weakness.  She had explained to me that this would not be a real
workout for Her, that She would just be "playing around with some
weights" as part of my education.  She had commanded me to dress in
pink shorts for the occasion, with a white tank top to show off my
scrawny arms.  With the collar, leash, and handcuffs, along with my
always-bruised face, i must have looked entirely like the broken slave
that i was.
     After a few minutes She untied the leash from the bench and hauled
me to my feet.  She jammed what felt like the handle of a smaller,
lighter bag into my mouth and again pulled my head down next to Her
hip, the way She liked me to follow Her.  "It's time to sweat!" She said
as She led me out of the locker room.  We passed through a couple of
doors on our way to the lifting area, which i identified by the occasional
sounds of clanking weights.  We took several steps into the room and
then She stopped and pushed me to my knees, my chest thumping
across what felt like a padded bench.  She removed the bag from my
teeth and, after a few moments, unlocked the handcuffs and removed
my blindfold.
     i looked around the room from my position and noted that there
were, in fact, only a couple of other people in the room and that they
were taking no notice of me.  Before i could see much, however, Her
Highness hoisted me up and pushed me down on my back on the
bench.  i noticed that She was dressed in simple workout clothes:
shorts, tank top, and sneakers.  "Stay right there, slut.  I'll get some
weights."
    "Yes, Glorious One.  Thank You, Glorious One," i replied.  She
tossed a bar up onto the rack and started putting weights on it.  After a
few moments of doing so She said, "There you go, little pansy.  See if
you can bench press that."  i reached up, grasped the bar, and started to
lift it off the rack.  It didn't budge.  More determined now, i tried
again, then again, with no better results.  Her Majesty was laughing by
now at my feeble efforts.  She grabbed me by the hair and tossed me off
the bench onto the floor, saying, "Let me show you how it's done,
wimp."  She lay down on the bench and began pressing the bar easily. 
"That's 200 pounds, asswipe," She said, not stopping as She spoke.
"It's a lot less than I usually do, but, like I told you, I'm not here for a
workout-just to teach you a lesson.  She put the bar back on the rack
and stood over me as i lay sprawled on the floor.  "Get up there and try
again, you little puke," She said, pointing at the bench.  "I'll take off
some of the weight and help you get started."
     i climbed back onto the bench while She was removing a couple of
plates from the bar.  This time, as i grasped the bar, She lifted it off the
rack and helped me bring it down to my chest.  She let go of the bar
and i tried to press it.  i had a little more success this time, and was able
to raise it a couple of inches, but i still couldn't press it.  i quickly tired
from my efforts, and soon was unable to move the bar at all.  It held my
pinned to the bench as i strained to move it.  Her Highness laughed,
turned, and simply walked away, leaving me trapped.  When She
returned She stood over me curling two 50-pound dumbbells, still
smiling with amusement.  "Awww, is the poor little wimp all stuck?"
She said, taunting me.  "Beg the big, strong Woman to help you, little
one."
     "Please, Magnificent Highness, please, i beg of You, please help
me," i said, beginning to wonder if She would really leave me like this. 
"Please, Powerful One, please lift up the bar."  She set the dumbbells
on the floor and looked down at me with disgust.  She spat in my face,
then lifted the bar up to the rack.
     "you are so pathetic, you little maggot.  Here, I'll take off some
more weight," She said, proceeding to remove a couple more plates,
leaving only two remaining.  When She had done so She placed the bar
back on my chest, saying, "Now try that, slut.  Even a worthless piece
of shit like you should be able to lift that."  i braced my hands on the
bar and gave it everything i had, determined now to show Her that i
wasn't so weak, but i was still unable to raise the weight more than a
few inches before i tired and had to lower it back to my chest. 
Thinking that i was close to lifting the weight, i tried several more times
but only succeeded in wearing myself out even more.  Finally i lay
trapped again beneath the weight, helpless.  Once more i begged,
"Please, Glorious Mistress, please help me again.  You're so strong,
Great One, please, please get it off me."
     "Oh, all right, pansy, " She replied.  She lifted the bar and put it
back on the rack, then removed the last two plates before putting it
back on my chest.  "Go ahead, worm.  Show me how strong you are,"
She said, mockingly.  i found that i was, indeed, able to press the bar
now, and was able to manage 8 reps before i was once again stuck
beneath the bar, unable to lift it again.  i had miscalculated, thinking
that i would be able to press the bar back up to the rack.  This time Her
Magnificence simply reached down and, with one hand in the center of
the bar, curled it upward and placed it on the rack.  "Very good, slave,"
She said, "you managed to prove that you can lift no weight at all, and
do it eight times.  I ought to crush you like the insect you are for being
such a puny little maggot.  Get off the bench and lick the floor at My
feet, you spineless slut, and thank Me for letting you serve Me."  
     i rolled off the bench and knelt at Her feet, gratefully licking the
floor near them.  "Thank You, Kind Goddess, thank You for letting me
serve You.  i'm so weak, Highness, so puny.  i know i don't deserve
the honor of being Your slave."
     "That's right, turd," She said, stepping on my head and grinding my
face into the floor for a moment, then stepping away.  She dropped a
towel on the back of my head.  "Wipe your filthy sweat off the bench,
slave.  I want to sit down," She said.  i obeyed, scrubbing the bench
thoroughly before She seated Herself.  "Bring me one of those," she
said, pointing at the dumbbells.  "I'm going to show you some
concentration curls."
     "Yes, Beautiful One," i replied, and crawled to obey.  When i tried
to lift one of the dumbbells i found that it was too heavy to move
easily, so i sort of rolled it to Her.  This was, in itself, difficult enough
because of the hex-sides of the weights.  When i reached Her She held
out Her hand and said, "What are you waiting for, stupid?  Lift that
little weight up here and put it in My hand."  i tried to do as She had
commanded but found that, while i could lift the weight off the ground,
i was unable to curl it up to her, even with both my hands.  i strained
feebly at the weight, but to no avail.         i was debating, in my mind,
whether or not i should dare to stand up to try to put the weight in Her
hand when She backhanded me across the face, tearing my hands free
of the weight and knocking me backward.  She was just getting up to
come over to me when i heard a feminine voice behind me ask, "Jeez,
what's going on here?"
     "Ah, nothing much," my Mistress responded.  "Just teaching My
slave here a lesson."  She stepped over and put Her foot on my face as
She spoke.
     "What do you mean 'your slave,'?" asked the other Woman.  "Did
he lose a bet to you or something?"
     "No, nothing like that.  he serves Me because he's afraid of Me. 
That, and because he absolutely adores Me.  Isn't that right, My little
ho?"  She ground the sole of Her sneaker into my face as She spoke.
     "Yes, Glorious Mistress," i mumbled from beneath Her foot.  "i'm
terrified of Your awesome strength, Mighty One, and i worship the
ground You walk on, Magnificent Highness!"
     "You mean," asked the other Woman, "he'll do anything you tell
him?
     "Of course he will.  That's what slaves are for," Her Majesty
responded.  "Watch this."  She lifted Her foot off my face and said.
"slave, beg the Lady Susan here to let you kiss her feet."
     At Her Highness command, i rolled over and prostrated myself
before this unknown Woman, and began, "Please, Lady Susan, please, i
beg of You, please let me kiss Your feet.  Please grant me the honor of
kissing Your feet, Lady Susan, please?"
     "Uh...ok...slave," She responded, sounding uncertain.  "Yes.  Go
ahead then.  Kiss My feet, slave!"
     i could hear the confidence growing in Her voice as i pressed my
lips to Her sneakers.  "Thank You, Lady Susan," i murmured between
kisses, "Thank You for letting me kiss Your feet."  The Lady Susan
was, by now, giggling at my servility.
     "You like that?"  asked my Mistress.  "Watch this."   She snapped
Her fingers and i instantly turned my head to see Her pointing at Her
beautiful ass.  i scrambled to my knees and crawled behind Her,
whispering, "Yes, Your Highness.  Oh, thank You, Your Highness."  i
settled back on my heels, placed my hands behind my back, and
gratefully began the joyous task of kissing Her blessed posterior.  i
kissed gently and quietly, guessing that Her Mightiness would find this
pleasing at the time.
     "Oh, how cute!" squealed the Lady Susan, clearly amused by my
willing obedience.  The two Women began to discuss the advantages of
slave-ownership, but i soon lost track of their conversation as i became
lost in the bliss of kissing Her Majesty's magnificent ass,  my head
fairly floating with the honor of serving Her in this delightful way.  i
was so involved with my task that i didn't notice when their
conversation had ended, and was thus totally unprepared when Her
Highness reached back and swatted me away from Her perfect derriere. 
i toppled over, stunned, as She gracefully re-seated Herself on the
bench.
     "Now, where were we?" She mused, "Ah, yes...you were failing to
lift the dumbbell up to Me, as I recall."  i quickly got to my knees and
again strained at the weight, having no more success than before. 
"Never mind, wimp," She said, "Just curl the weight one time-go
ahead, use both hands."  She stepped away, laughing, to get the other
dumbbell while i tried to curl the one i was holding, then sat back down
on the bench and spread Her knees, the weight hanging in Her right
hand between Her legs.  She rested Her elbow on the inside of Her
knee and began easily curling the weight, whose twin i was trying so
desperately to move with all the strength of both my arms.  Or perhaps
i should say the weakness of both my arms, for Her Majesty's
demonstration was having the desired effect.  As i watched Her curling
the dumbbell, seemingly without effort, while i struggled to even move
an identical weight, the vast difference between Her awesome power
and my puny, insignificant weakness became glaringly apparent.  i was
not sure whether it was the frustration of my inability to lift the weight
or the recognition of how lucky i was to serve such an incredible
Goddess that brought tears to my eyes, but i soon found myself
sobbing, untouched yet helpless before Her Magnificence.
    Seeing that my servile spirit had been crushed to a new depth, Her
Highness smiled, satisfied, and put down the weight She was holding. 
She stood up and said,  "Heel," and i knelt, weeping, by Her side.  She
picked up the leash and strode out of the room while i struggled on my
hands and knees to keep up with Her, more grateful than ever to be the
slave of this supreme Goddess.