A slave learns not to be cocky

The slave was thrilled as he opened his mailbox and discovered a letter from the Mistress. He never knew when she would contact him and he was overjoyed to hear from her. The slave had been regularly receiving training and hoped for another personal audience someday. The slave hurried to his car to open the letter. The sweet smell of perfume filled the car as he opened the envelope. His heart he can to beat faster as he read the instructions, "You are to wear panties at all time for one week", the letter instructed. The slave sat for a moment amid thoughts about the lesson. Of course, he was thrilled to wear women's panties, he often did when alone in the house. But he had never worn them all the time.

What would he do at work, in the rest—room? And what about his workout at the health club? As he prepared to drive off, he realized he would need some extra panties ~ for the week. He drove across town to a exquisite lingerie store. He had often made purchases here, although under the pretence of gifts. As he entered the store, the slave was relieved that there were no other customers in the store. He recognized the clerk from his other visits. She was about thirty—five, with long brown hair. Her hair was often braided, hut today it hung loose, almost reaching her ass. "Can I help you?", she asked as the slave approached the counter. Summoning his courage the slave said. "I need some panties." `What size do you need?", the clerk inquired. Without even thinking the slave said, "My waist size is thirty-two inches." The clerk smiled and the slave realized his secret was out. With nothing left to hide, the slave said, "My mistress has ordered me to wear panties for a week." The clerk replied. "Well, you always must obey your Mistress. Come with me." She led the slave to another counter filled with gorgeous panties, lace, silk, and nylon, every color imaginable. The slave picked several; black, red and hot pink--all with lace borders. After the slave paid for the merchandise, the clerk told him, "Take care that those aren't soiled or you'll answer to me!" When the slave reached home, he couldn't wait to try on his new panties. He stripped and tried on the hot pink ones. His ass cheeks filled the back well and the silk felt cool against his skin. As he stood in front of his mirror, he was thrilled at the sight. But then as if the mistress herself planted the thought, he thought how ridiculous his cock looked.

Always impudent, his aroused cock strained against the fabric. The slave was tempted to fondle his cock right then but he was mindful of the clerk's warning amid his mistress's instructions not to relieve himself for seven days. Wearing panties always produced a strange sensation for the slave. He revealed that the smooth, feminine feeling that they gave him also made him aware of his subservience. The smooth lines seemed to mock the unsightly bulge of his cock. The slave was only allowed to wear panties with the mistress's permission. Once he was summoned to the mistress unexpectedly. When she discovered he was wearing them without permission, he was severely disciplined. The slave did not want this repeated. After preparing a light meal, the slave prepared to go to the health club. He was determined to follow his instructions but was uneasy about how to dress and undress in the locker room. To make things easier, the slave decided to go later in the evening. The club was usually less crowed then. Then slave was relieved to find the men's locker room empty when he arrived. He undressed and changed, leaving his panties on underneath his gym shorts. He completed his workout and ran without incident. He wondered several times, though, whether or not his panties were visible while he worked out on the weight bench.

After showering, the slave became a little bolder. He put on a clean pair of panties and went to the sink to shave. The locker room was empty and the only people he saw in the gym were from a special women's exercise class. As he finished shaving, he was startled to see the director of the health club, a woman, entered the locker room. Without thinking, he barked at her, "What the hell are you doing here?" Undeterred by his arrogant outburst, the director approached him, examining his muscular body clothed only in delicate, lace panties. "I`m in charge and that's what I'm doing in here!" she replied. "Follow me" she commanded and the slave knew he must comply. As he followed the director up the stairs, the slave's heart began to pound as he realized where they were heading. He could hear voices coming from the exercise class and knew that was their destination. As they entered the room, the slave noticed a dozen women warming up. The director clapped her hands and announced, "Sisters, we have a special guest today. I discovered him and thought we would see if he could keep up with us tonight." With that the women cheered. The director pulled down the panties of the slave's ass and pulled them over his head. The salve was humiliated. His cock, which was hard in the locker-room, had shrunk and shrivelled up in front of the women. His cheeks were burning with embarrassment and he was glad the panties partially covered his face. The director called out, "Jumping jacks, you face us and follow our pace." The slave looked out through the panties and saw the women looking at him with scorn. He began to do jumping jacks, his cock and balls bouncing back and forth. Already tired from his own workout, he knew he dare not stop before he was told.

Mercifully, the jumping jacks stopped before too long. The slave was afraid of what would be next. The director beckoned him over to the rings. She tied his hands overhead to the rings and then ordered him to spread his legs. She then adjusted the rings so he was forced to stand on his toes. Then the director led the women in running laps around the gym. Each time that they passed him, they spanked his ass. With more than a dozen spanks each lap, the slave could only wonder how far they would run. His arms ached from his weight, his legs strained to maintain their position and his ass was soon on fire. Before long, the heat in his ass aroused his cock and it was hard once more. The slave pondered his position. He was bound, naked expect for the panties around his head, surrounded by a room full of aggressive women. If he didn't know better, he'd thought that the mistress was behind it all. But at the moment, the only thing behind him was another round of spanking as the women finished their laps.

The director untied his hands and led him in front of the group. "Our guest has no manners," she announced to the group. He has the nerve to display his vulgar cock, pointing at us. Did he ask permission?" she called out to the women. A chorus of No's and cries for more punishment greeted the slave. The slave began to fear what might be next. He was led over to the ropes. "Let's see how well he climbs," the director commanded. The slave pulled himself up on the rope. The coarse rope fell between his legs, adding further stimulus to his cock and balls. He climbed up the rope to the ceiling. As he climbed down, he noticed three women waiting with racquetball paddles. As soon as he was in reach, they paddled his already red ass. "Climb back up!" they ordered. This was repeated several times, and each time the stimulus of the rope against his cock and the growing heat on his ass brought him closer to climax. But the slave was mindful of his mistress's orders not to relieve himself for a week and finally fell down begging for mercy. But the director was not through yet. She instructed the slave to crawl over on his hands and knees to the assembled group. The panties were removed from his head. The slave was ordered to put his head on the floor and his hands behind his back. His hands were tied there with the panties and the slave was told to remain still, his head on the ground, his legs spread, and his ass up in the air. The slave heard giggles and murmurs of excitement behind him. Then one by one, the women walked up to him. Some spanked his already red ass, others teased him by fondling his swollen cock and balls, others still explored his puckered asshole. The director cautioned him not to move or utter a sound during all of this. The slave struggled to remain still and even more difficult, to refrain from coming. The slave felt a wonderful mixture of shame, humiliation and pleasure. His position was obviously humiliating, his body used as an object of pleasure for the women. He had long passed the initial moment of shame when he was brought into the room wearing only his panties. He realized his pleasure came from submerging his own needs and pleasures and committing himself to the desires, needs and pleasures of this group of women. Before long, he relaxed and without even thinking, began moving his ass back and forth in response to the hands that fondled his cock and balls and explored his asshole. Of course, the director took notice of this motion. She told the women to form a line. The slave, his head still on the floor, felt the insistent push of a large dildo being inserted up his ass. "Would you like me to fuck your ass?' the director inquired. "If it pleases you." , the slave replied. The director responded  "I want you to walk up to each women,on your knees, of course, and kiss her feet. I want you to keep this dildo firmly inserted the whole time. Do you understand?" And so the slave began his travels. As he struggled to move, the dildo moved in and out of his ass, exciting him further. He reached the first woman and kisses her feet, passionately. As he began to move to the next woman in line, the director told have him to stop. "Your dildo is slipping out of your ass. Beg for it to be properly inserted." The slave felt yet another wave of embarrassment flush over his cheeks. But, of course, he complied. He begged and pleaded for them to please insert the dildo deeper in his ass. And so it went. Each time he crawled down the line, he kissed the feet presented to him and once more had to beg for his ass to be fucked. Finally, it appeared the ordeal was over. The women gathered their things and prepared to go to their shower-room. But the director prevailed once more. "Go assist them in the shower room." The slave accompanied them into the women's locker room. He was told to assist them as they undressed and fold their leotards. Then he was ordered to go into their shower and scrub their backs. The slave was thrilled when several women allowed him to scrub their entire bodies. Then he assisted some of them as they dressed. He admired and marvelled at their lingerie. Finally, he brushed out hair for several of them. Of course, his cock was in a state of torture throughout all of this. The thrill of serving so many women alone aroused him. The women took advantage of this and took many opportunities to tease him, fondling his cock and playing with his ass. Somehow, he managed to hold back his orgasm throughout all of it.

The slave was thoroughly exhausted by now. But the director had one more task for him. She called him into the gym. He found her, nude, working out on a weight bench. He was ordered to kiss her breasts. The slave eagerly complied and was thrilled as he felt her nipple swell in his mouth. He showered affection on both breasts with his mouth, lips and tongue. He was then instructed to kiss her underarms. He was pleased to find a soft layer of hair there. He licked a thin layer of perspiration off and gently nuzzled her tender skin with his tongue. Then the slave was told to begin kissing her feet and work his way up her legs. The director resumed her weight lifting. As the slave sucked on her toes and worked up her legs, he could feel her muscles flexing and then relaxing. He passed her firm calves and revelled in the soft flesh of her thigh.

While he could feel the strength of her muscles, her skin was luxuriously smooth and soft. Before long, his face was at the mound of pleasure and service for him. He breathed in deeply the mixture of aromas. Her perfume blended with the sweet smell of her femaleness, heightened by the musky aroma generated by her workout. As he knelt, taking in the sweet smell, the director spoke, "Service me!"

The slave began his task with pleasure. While she continued her workout, the slave's tongue explored the outer lips of her vagina. Her lips were already moist and partially opened. While his lips gently kissed hers, the slave's tongue rolled up and down her sweet opening. AS her workout continued, his tongue began to match her rhythm. While she lifted weights, his tongue thrust itself in and out of her vagina. Before long, he sought out her rigid clitoris. Taking it into his mouth, he alternately fondled it with his lips and tongue and sucked it. The director's strong thighs pressed his mouth against her. He renewed his attention to her clitoris, feeling her rhythm increase. His own pace increased, stopping only to gasp for air. Suddenly, he felt her body stiffen and press against him. A wave of joy and pleasure swept over him as he felt the director's body explode in orgasm. As the director's body relaxed, the slave used his lips to soothe the swollen lips. He eagerly licked clean her lips and moist thighs.

The director arose and told him he had serviced her well. She cautioned him not to relieve himself. His pleasure was to be found in service. She got up and walked into her office. She returned with a pink membership card, the color for the women members. He was told that he was to use this card in the future and present himself to the director each time he came to the club. The slave nodded compliance and walked off for a cold shower.

The slave couldn't help but wonder if all this was a coincidence. Was this all a part of the training intended by the mistress? Should he tell her what happened? With those thoughts running through his head, the slave dressed, went home and climbed into bed. And of course, he was wearing his new lace panties.