Michelle's Physical Fitness
Keywords: Physical, Fitness, Michelle's,
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MICHELLE"S PHYSICAL FITNESS*"
The women were gathered around the round table for their weekly meeting. It had started out as an informal gathering group of Doms who would meet on an irregular basis to share ideas and experiences. The Dominatrix, Dom of Doms, had finally organized them as a formal group that would convene on a weekly basis on Friday afternoons. The purpose was to share their individual experiences, review the week"s events, and plan a course of action for the week to follow. Each Dom showed up with her complete set of files on the subs under training (male and female), each set replete with images, and a detailed analysis for each sub, his or her fears and desires, his or her talents and short-comings, his or hers accomplishments, and his or her needs for the coming week. And of course, the advantage of these regular meetings is that it allowed the free-flowing exchange of subs among the Doms. One Dom could be training her sub at any given moment for ejaculation-on-demand, and pass him on to another Dom who specialized in enforcing a total ban on any form of ejaculation. One Dom could be the prime expert on clitoral piercing and pass her sub on to another Dom who enjoyed attaching objects to sensitive parts of the body. The Dominatrix, Dom of Doms would always have the final say. And when all had been said and agreed upon, the Doms would retreat for a lavish dinner served by the sub each Dom had brought along, all lovely in their total nudity, all submissive and respectful, all eager to please, aspiring one day to become a Dom herself.
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KARI*"
Going around the table, the turn came to Kari, the youngest and therefore the last Dom to speak. Outwardly quiet and shy, her creativity had propelled her to becoming a Dom after only a very short period of time as a sub to the Dominatrix. Even though she had earned her place at the table as an equal, she still felt a nudge shy and unlike the other women present, she preferred to undress only partly, out of deference to the more senior Doms present. She started very softly, very quietly, to explain her task the past week, asking for advice from her colleagues, always very respectful and yet in her big eyes there glowed a fierce sense of domination, of steely domination, of unwavering power over any sub that was leased out to her. As she opened the file and projected it onto the overhead screen, the other Doms realized this would be no ordinary presentation.
"My case concerns a closet tranny."
The other Doms looked up, their interest fired by those soft, quiet few words. All Doms knew that a closet tranny was always the hardest to break in and train.
Kari continued just as slowly and softly, images projected on the screen. "Her name is Mike. I should say "was Mike" because I changed it to Michelle to better fit her newly acquired gender."
The Doms smiled approvingly of the name change: trannies always benefited from a name change from the very beginning of their training.
"She has acquired an impressive wardrobe of lingerie and ill-fitting skirts and blouses. She swims in pantyhose. She sort of can apply mascara, albeit a bit sloppy still. But the problem is that she still refuses to go out socially with me dressed as a pretty girl. And she still clings to these arcane male habits, regularly slipping into masculine sitting poses, not shaving her forearms and legs, and in general refusing to be seen, paraded and displayed as a woman in public. She seems content to merely prance around the house as a woman and that is about it. What shall I do, dearest Doms?"
The Doms took turns asking pointed questions based on their experiences. All had trained males, even the hardest of them, and all had trained lovely subs, even the most innocent of all. The Dominatrix had seen to it that each Dom had trained at least one tranny for completeness"s sake. So there was no idle chatter. It was Heather who finally raised her hand. The Dominatrix nodded at her, giving her permission to speak. All the Doms kept their silence: Heather was by far the most experienced when it came to trannies, having trained quite a few of them and owning a particularly aggressive one now. Heather had been instrumental in giving her ample hormone treatments, had ordered her breast enhancement, had transformed her from a muscular male into a robust tranny that could pass for the loveliest woman in any setting, dressed or undressed. Heather"s opinion counted the most.
"Michelle needs immediately is total physical domination."
The other Doms nodded; that much was obvious, but surely she was leading somewhere interesting.
Heather continued, "Tying Michelle down and punishing her is not going to change anything. Forcing sexual abstention will not do it either. Nor will holding off the promise of eventual sex lead her to change her ways. Further, tying her down for punishment, abstention or sexual gratification is what she really is craving deep down inside. Deny it to her!"
The other Doms smiled approvingly. Heather was good, really good. They turned to the Dominatrix. When the course of action seemed just beyond their reach, she could always come up with something really, sensationally clever. Something that would break in that sub, any sub, in a most effective, ruthless and unforgettable way would come from her: it always did. The Dominatrix took a sip of cold water. All the Doms held their silence. The Dominatrix started speaking with her slow, soft voice, her diction impeccable, and her choice of words supremely confident and to the point. Kari took careful notes. When the Dominatrix finished speaking her thoughts in great detail, the women agreed that the proposed plan of action was remarkably creative, uniquely so. It would take a huge amount of work to accomplish. And success would come in the end to Kari as a reward for her efforts. Kari promised to start the very next morning, Saturday at 8 am. And with that, the Doms adjourned to the dining room to be served a luxurious meal, superb wines and fine desserts, all served by the lovely subs each Dom had brought to the dinner.
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THE BODY BUILDING CENTER*"
On Saturday morning, Kari drove to the women"s bodybuilding center, where the Dominatrix lavishly treated the manager and staff to get the best they had to offer. Kari spoke with the manager: she listened carefully, understood what was needed, and promptly led Kari to the workout area to introduce her to some possible candidates. Then she led Kari back to her office, where they sat comfortably and talked about Kari"s plan. The manager had once been a sub to the Dominatrix and she clearly understood the nature of the project and the need for total dedication to the effort if Kari was to succeed. Pleasant and very feminine in her iron body, she treated Kari like visiting royalty, something that Kari appreciated beyond words. They spoke about each of the women Kari had been introduced to and finally, amidst general laughter, agreed that maybe Kari could have them all, using each one for a particular task, and later on determining which she wanted to keep. Kari was impressed with so much generosity. She kissed the manager lovingly on the lips, they hugged (Kari felt squished!) and left, ready to start her new project.
From the car, Kari called Michelle on her cell phone. "Sweetie, we have a guest coming over for lunch. Make yourself ready and available. And do fix something light to eat for three, OK?" Kari could sense Michelle"s deep uneasiness but hung up before Michelle could say anything.
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WENDY*"
Around noon, Kari stopped by the women"s body building center to pick up her guest. They drove home, chatting eagerly, Kari carefully explaining her general plan. When they arrived, Kari led the way in, cheerfully greeting Michelle with, "Sweetie, meet Wendy! She is going to work with me on you!" Kari could see that Michelle was ready to faint, her head swooning, tears welling in her eyes, her flabby body quivering, her legs seemingly buckling under the weigh of the sight before her eyes. Michelle kept looking from Kari to Wendy back to Kari back to Wendy, trying to understand. Kari had much to do with the shopping. Wendy was looking around the finely furnished house, understanding her situation and preparing mentally and physically for her task. Michelle remained totally aghast, seeking desperately either an explanation or a way out. Neither was forthcoming. And Wendy, Michelle thought, seemed way too big for the house. What could Kari have possibly planned for her? Michelle started to cry.
In her tangerine colored workout outfit, Wendy was the epitome of physical fitness. Her body fat was non-existent. Her entire body was solid iron. Her waist was 22", about the size of her biceps and half the size of her massive thighs. Her flowing brown hair and tanned face was the sure sign of a woman who takes care of herself and her appearance. Her muscles bulged from every corner, veins throbbing under her tight outfit. Even her nipples seemed rock-solid protruding from her skin-tight outfit. She was definitely a no nonsense woman in every sense of the word.
Wendy took a long, hard look at Michelle, standing there in the middle of the room, her flabby body quivering, and eyes teary and terrified. She told Michelle to take off her shirt. Michelle obeyed. Wendy looked at her and told her to take off her socks and shoes. Michelle obeyed, uncertain what how far she had to go. Wendy reached over and unzipped Michelle"s trousers, all too gently for a woman of her brawn and strength, lowered them just a few inches below Michelle"s waist. Michelle wanted to lean over just and inch and kiss Wendy but Wendy was too good for this and smiled kindly as she moved her face away, just beyond reach. Michelle was feeling the mixed emotions of passion and fear, the very joy of Kari"s intentions for Michelle"s breaking and training. Kari smiled approvingly. Wendy took the cue instantly.
Kari took out her digital camera, fresh batteries and a huge capacity card: she would be taking hundreds, if not thousands of pictures during every stage of the new training process.
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Keywords: Physical, Fitness, Michelle's,