“They a little rough on you?” he asked.
“A little, but I’m alright. Problem is… none of them used a rubber.”
“That happens sometimes, but you must have pleased them. They left you another couple hundred with me before they left.”
I sipped the wine and ate some chips, as we talked. He told me that they come by about once a month for a little fun. He said I’d get used to it. Shortly after that my first john arrived and another was waiting when he left. It was an exhausting day with very little down time.
At three Phil locked up, and I crashed on the bed in my room. It had been a really long, rough day.
I was up about ten in the morning and spent an hour getting dressed and ready. Before the bar opened, I walked down the street and had some breakfast. But at 12:05 I was giving my first blow job. I learned that Sunday is a special day. There are numerous regulars with reserved times. It was amazing that Phil and Lilly had such a booming business. Again I wondered what was going to happen when Margo got back home. Then I realized; this wasn’t going to change. This was my new life. I doubted if she was even coming back. This was her way of disposing of me after the divorce.
At six that evening Lilly showed up. She and Phil talked before we left. As we drove down the street, I asked Lilly what Margo was going to do.
“She’s got her own life now. You’re of no use to her anymore. From now on, you work for me and Phil. We give her a percentage of the take.”
“But, that’s not the way it was supposed to be.”
“Hey, that’s life. Things don’t always go as planned. Let’s face it; you’d just be in the way. And when Johnny got sick, we needed a replacement. Low and behold, you came along and were perfect for the job.”
“So where are we going tonight, Mistress?”
“Well since you work so many hours and never get any exercise, I’m taking you to see a friend of mine. She’s a nutritionist and has a private gym. Mistress Gloria is also very sadistic and has a wonderful training program for people like you.”
“Training program?”
“Yes, you’ve got to keep up your stamina and work on you girlish figure. Gloria will definitely put you through the wringer and make you fit.”
“I need a little down time, not an exercise program.”
“No, you need another attitude adjustment. I’ll see to it that Gloria works on it tonight as well.”
Before long we turned into a lavish looking small farm and parked beside the horse barn. There were some stables, an indoor arena and a practice race track. Inside the office I was introduced to a stunning woman in her mid-forties.
“Gloria, this is the newest slave that I was telling you about. We’ve named him Sissi.”
“Looks like it fits.”
“Besides its bad eating habits, it lacks proper conditioning and a definite need of an attitude adjustment.”
She was dressed in skin tight gray riding breeches, black knee high leather boots and a white silk shirt. She was wearing a leather glove on her right hand and held a riding crop and the other glove in her left.
“Strip, boi, and be quick about it,” she demanded.
I immediately pulled off my tee shirt and slid the shorts down. Within seconds I was stark naked.
“Turn around, slowly.”
I did and was told to step up on the scales next to the wall.
“One hundred seventy-three pounds. That will never do. I see we’re going to have to change your diet and make sure you get proper exercise. A cock sucker like you shouldn’t weigh more than one thirty-five.”
“One thirty-five?”
“No one told you to speak, cunt! And yes, you’re flabby and out of condition, but we’ll change that rather quickly. Bend over, spread your legs. Touch your toes.”
When in position, she ran her hand over my ass cheeks and then spread them apart to examine my ass bud. Without any lube she pushed two fingers in clear to her knuckles.
“Stand up, but keep your legs apart. Hands behind your head.”
She pulled on my nipple rings and ran her hand across my chest.
“Way too much fat here,” she said, as she slapped my stomach.
Then she grabbed my cock and examined it. She didn’t say anything until she grabbed my balls and squeezed them.
“Attitude adjustments can be easy. When a stallion is too rank or has no real use any more, we geld them. It changes their attitude almost immediately. This cock is totally useless, so cutting off your balls would be no great loss to anyone including yourself. Think about that as you go out there and run around the track. It’s a half mile around, and you’ll be on the clock.”
I looked out at the track and then back at her.
“Now!” she ordered.
I left the office and headed out through a gate before looking back at her again.
“I see what you mean. I’ll change that rather quickly.”
I started running but was soon out of breath, so I slowed to a walk to catch up. Then I ran some more. Finally I got back to the office.
“You’re pathetic. I want him here at seven every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday mornings,” she told Lilly. “And the next time I tell you to run around the track, trust me, you won’t stop for any breaks.”
“But, I was out….”
“Too bad. Now tell me; what do you eat and drink on a daily basis.”
“I catch whatever I can during the day. It’s usually junk food, and I drink iced tea or soda.”
“That will never do,” she responded. “Why don’t you get down on your knees and lick the shit from my boots?”
I looked at her and reluctantly got down on my knees. As I started to use my tongue on her boot, she raised it up on the heel.
“The bottom, asshole.”
I unwillingly licked the filthy bottom of her boot.”
“That’s junk food. It’s pure shit and totally unacceptable. Understand?”
Then she walked over to her refrigerator and pulled out a bottle. “Drink this.”
It actually tasted good.
“That’s a special nutrition drink. Each bottle contains all the vitamins and minerals your body needs every day. It’s 100% natural and has no fat whatsoever. I’ll give your Mistress several cases, and you’ll drink one of them three times a day. From now on, no red meat and absolutely no shit-filled junk food. All you will consume is what I give you, nothing more. Understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Then she handed me an energy bar of sorts.
“You’ll eat three of these a day and drink at least three bottles of water. They will help with your digestion and stop any hunger. Before bedtime you’ll take two of these vitamins and one of these red pills first thing in the morning on an empty stomach. Wash them down with this,” she said, as she handed me a smaller bottle. “It fruit and vegetables, but no sugar. Any questions?”
“No, Mistress.”
“If anything else passes your lips, you’ll pay a dear price.”
“So cum is definitely out of the question,” I said with a little smile.
Her whip came out immediately, catching me in the nuts.
“I see he’s a smart ass. That too shall change.”
“Ah, I’m sorry Mistress.”
“Open your mouth.”
She looked inside, pushing out my cheeks a little with her fingers.
“Stick out your tongue,” she told me, as she used the handle of her whip as a tongue depressor. Then she looked in my eyes by pulling down my lower eye lids and pushing up the others.
“You’re extremely anemic. You lack iron in your system.”
She walked over to a cupboard and brought out a clear glass bottle and small syringe. She held up the bottle and drew about 3 cc’s out into the syringe.
“Bend over.”
She wiped my butt with alcohol and jabbed the needle in hard and deep.
“You’ll get a shot like that every Sunday.”
“May I
see the bottle, Mistress?”
“What’s the matter? You don’t trust me?
“It’s not that.”
She handed it to me, and I read the label.
“Now, we’re going into the gym, and I’m going to test you. That way we know where to start.”
I ran on the treadmill, used the stair stepper and had to do crunches on a bench. She made notes of everything I did. There were deep knee bends and chest exercises.
“Do I get to do exercises for my arms and legs?”
“Legs, yes, but let’s face it… you are living like a woman, sucking cock and getting fucked in the ass for nearly twelve hours a day. What in hell do you need strong arms for?”
“Oh.”
“Now, I have several ways to make you do more than you think you can do. Let’s go back to the treadmill, and I’ll demonstrate. Stand here and put your hands behind your back.”
When I did, she handcuffed them and had me step up on the belt. She then took two lengths of nylon rope with clips on each end. One end went on my nipple rings and the other fastened to the treadmill.
“Now, I’m going to set the computer for a moderate work out. It will last for a full fifteen minutes. Speeds will change as well as the degree of incline.” Then she looked directly at me. “If you don’t keep up or fall off, what do you think will happen?”
“My nipple rings will get yanked out.”
“He’s not as dumb as you’ve explained.”
“And if that happens, we’ll start the program over with it hooked to your little clit.”
She pushed a few buttons, and the machine started. I walked along slowly for about a minute. Lilly and Gloria went over to a table and drank some wine.
The slow, gentle walk didn’t last long. The bed of the device started to rise and the speed picked up. For at least two minutes I jogged along, but then it happened again. There was more of an incline, and the speed nearly doubled.
I could feel a steady pull on my nipples, so I worked harder to catch up. Finally the speed was reduced, but the front of the belt rose even higher. I never knew what was going to happen next. By the halfway mark, I was having trouble. I was out of breath, but the machine was relentless. I could feel the pain in my nipples so I tried a little harder, then the track flattened, and the speed slowed. This went on for the remained of the time she had set. Finally it came to a halt, but a couple minutes passed before I was released from the treadmill.
“See, slave. All you need is a little motivation. Let’s try something else. Come on over here.”
She had me sit on a crunch bench and locked my ankles to the bottom of the frame. My hands were still cuffed behind my back, but the bench sloped back towards the floor.
“You’re going to do 25 crunches. Earlier, you did eight. I’m going to leave your hands cuffed so you have to use just your stomach muscles. To make sure you don’t stop, I’m hooking these electrodes to your balls. If you stop, trust me, you’ll know it. Begin.”
I leaned back and then lifted myself back up.
“Further back,” she yelled. “Touch your hands to the mat and further forward when you come up.”
I did as she demanded, but after ten I was having a problem. Suddenly my balls were on fire. I instantly had more energy and did another five before needing more encouragement.
“The next time, I’ll double the voltage. Did you hear me?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I screamed, as the juice roared through my nuts. But finally I finished.
“You can take a break for one minute, and then we’ll try something else,” she explained, as she removed the electrical clips and ankle cuffs.
“Before long you’ll be doing 50 of those crunches and then 100. Follow me.”
Over in the corned was a small bench with what looked like a small saddle attached to the top. I sat on it. My feet were brought up and placed on little platforms so I was in a squatting position. She secured my ankles to the sides of the bench.
“Now I want you to raise your ass off the saddle about six inches. That’s good. With this exercise you’ll strengthen your leg muscles - especially your thighs. Now lean way forward for a minute.”
When I did, she fastened a dildo to the seat.
“Ok, back in position. Let the dildo slide up your ass. Good. Now you’re going to pretend that one of your johns likes to just lay on the bed and let you do all the work. This exercise will build up your leg muscles so you can last 15 minutes or even more if you have to in order to get him off. If you stop and rest, you get fried.”
She hooked a wire to the lock in the end of my cock. “Ready? Go!”
So I started riding on the puny dick that was stuck in my ass, but also with this exercise, I soon tired. As I settled down onto the dong, a painful jolt of electricity burned from deep in my ass through the end of my dick. I fucked harder, trying not to stop again, but I did. Again and again, the fire raged through me until the time was up.
“One last thing before we stop for the night,” she told me. I was released and followed them out into the yard. In a fenced enclosure there was a tall metal contraption with four long arms protruding from it. From the end of one of the bars hung a short cable noose. She grabbed it and looped it tightly around my balls.
“This is what’s called a Hot Shot Walker. We hook horses on it, and it leads them around for sometimes hours on end for exercise. I’m setting the timer for two hours at a nice brisk pace. Let’s say three miles an hour. Have fun.”
Suddenly it started to go around, and I had no choice but to follow. Lilly and Gloria left, closing the gate behind them. I’m sure they were inside drinking more wine, while I was doing laps around the pen.
I had no choice but to keep walking. Soon I was sweating and wearing down, but the machine was tireless. I knew there was no way for me to stop it. The powerful motor can drag a horse, so what would it do to me? So, I pushed myself on.
Finally the motor stopped and I wanted to collapse, but I couldn’t. If I did, they’d find me hanging by my nuts.
“Well boi, your time is about up for the night,” she said, as she released me.
When we got inside I was given a full glass of juice to drink and two large pills.
“That’s a part of your cleansing regiment. Mistress will give you another pill when you get home. It should really clean you out. We’ll do that every Sunday night. Any questions about your diet?”
“No Mistress.”
I dressed, and we headed back to Lilly’s place. By the time we got there, the stuff she gave me was working. I spent the next two hours running back and forth to the toilet. I’m sure I was fairly clean by the time it was over.
Chapter Eight
In the morning I took the pill with the small bottle of juice. After I showered, I drank a bottle of her magic potion and ate one of the energy bars. Then Lilly had me dress. I wore tiny pink shorts and a tank top. Then we were off to a strip mall just a short ways away. There, the Oriental girl waxed my eye brows and did my finger and toe nails. She glued on medium length nails and painted them hot pink. We got back to Lilly’s in time to get ready for work. I took a few minutes and cleaned my boi cunt out before dressing. It was a waste of time. After last night I was totally clean. By three I was at the bar and doing business.
On Tuesday morning Lilly dropped me off at the gym. For three full hours, I was pushed to the limit. All of my exercises were doubled from the time before. But she had her methods to make me complete each task.
After two weeks, the routine changed again. Five pound weights were put on each ankle when I was on the tread mill and stair stepper. Crunchers were far tougher when you have a heavy weight strapped to your chest. When I got to the fucking exercise, the dildo was far longer and thicker than before. To make me work harder, I wore a weight vest with ten pounds of lead. It made no difference. I did everything she demanded.
When we got out to the walker, I was instructed to raise my knees up high with every step. I was to pretend
I was a fancy show pony and prance around the ring for the first half hour.
As the days and weeks progressed, weights, speeds and times were steadily increased. I was steadily losing weight and shaping up.
There was little change in my schedule for the next couple of months. By then my hair was long enough that I didn’t need a wig.
One morning when I arrived, Mistress Gloria took me right out into the stable. I was fitted with a type of leather harness. She put a bridle on my head with a horse’s bit in my mouth. I was led out towards the track and hooked to a small sulky. With whip in hand she climbed on the two wheeled cart and started me out, pulling her around the track. I trotted five miles that morning.
The next time I was used as her cart pony she put blinders on my bridle. I couldn’t see a thing. It was a lesson in trust. She drove me around the track several times and the around the farm, doing all sorts of twists and turns. I learned just to follow her commands when she pulled each rein. After that I never saw where we were going. Of course whenever I was in my harness, I had to prance by lifting my knees waist high.
Another time she had boots for me to wear. They were shaped like a horse’s hoof and even had a real horse shoe fastened to the bottom. I was nearly on tip toes as I pranced along. That day she took me right out on the road and drove me around a nearby town. I couldn’t see, but I sure I got a lot of strange looks.
By then I started noticing some changes to my body. I had slimmed down considerable, weighing only about 140 pounds. My skin seemed softer, and I was losing muscle tone except for those areas we constantly exercised. My muscles weren’t the only things that were smaller. My balls were slowly becoming the size of large olives instead of big plums. But the most obvious thing was the growth of my breasts. I had been feeling some tenderness there for some time, but now they were definitely increasing in size. With that was a substantial enlargement of my nipples. I finally convinced myself that they had been pumping me full of female hormones all this time.
One morning I confronted Lilly about it. She told me that my body was hers to do with as she pleased, and I had no say in it. After all, I was her slave. She owned me. If I ever mentioned it again, more drastic measures would be taken. That day she took me to a store and bought me some bras. I’d wear one from now on.
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