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Training Properly




by styx144
© 1996 All Rights Reserved
Photos By: Efrain Gonzales - www.gonzoscene.com / gonzoonfirst@erols.com

gymyboys1-sign.jpg (28300 bytes) Slightly over weight, thick legs and a posterior that needed some reduction. It was not, however, the reason that I entered the gym. I was more concerned with upper body strength, bigger arms and blowing up my chest. I was, I believed, a bad-ass and wanted to improve that aspect of my physicality. I wanted to be,,,, badder. Traditionally, gyms have a cast system. Unattractive women, beautiful women, tough guys, narcissistic body builders and queers of both sexes. When I went through the doors of the Gymnasium, I found one more designation; Gyno-supremacists would be one word; Dominatrix would be another. Mistress Nona (I can't even utter her name now without scurrying off to masturbate) entered about twenty minutes after I did and when she strolled in, it was with all the pomp and circumstance that visiting royalty might engender. It made me recall the day I was in the Bahamas and a British air craft carrier arrived at that port (returning from the Falkland Islands) with all the sailors at attention on deck and helicopters circling the great ship in showy production. Mistress Nona had men escorting her and they were every bit as courtly as were the English seamen. Just as the big ship carried the illustrious Prince Andrew, so it was with the Queenly Nona. I had found my niche with several men that were there working out to improve their strength and not make their bodies into artistic sculptures. We wanted to look like the legendary strong man from Russia, Alexiov, and not some milk soped, greased up show-piece. As always happens, we started to laugh and joke among ourselves, making derogatory remarks about the gays and the 'pretty-boys'. Mistress Nona went toward the center of the room with her conclave in tow. Two of the men had magnificent builds and I realized after a short while that it was she who made them into what they were. In another era they might very well have been with us (tough guys) but their proprietress forbade them that decision.

ltxstrs2vin-sign.jpg (17993 bytes)She was garbed from head to toe in black latex and a long hobble skirt. The great bull whip hung easily from her arm and it was obvious that she was quite comfortable carrying it; like most females are with their purses; not even aware that it was there. Her servants moved quickly as she whispered orders and sometimes, if she made a sudden move, they would flinch. There was little doubt that they were familiar with the results of her displeasure. The end of the weapon had trained them well; had touched their subservient flesh with fiery retributions. I watched, hypnotized, as she put each of her chattel to different exercise tasks. She measured waists and chests, felt the tautness of their skin and growled reproaches when she found things not to her liking. Unencumbered terror enshrouded the men and without concern for all of us that were watching, they begged, apologized and some even kneeled in repentance. The bulges at their crotches pressed forward and belayed their feigned repugnance. Though I was making denigrating remarks along with my friends I realized that I too, had an erection. Mistress Nona was magnificent. Her form was perfect. Long sensuous body, breasts that took the air from my lungs. Hips that were made to be hugged and worshipped, flashing dark eyes and billowing hair that went to her shoulders. I couldn't shake the feeling; the envy I had for her stable of slaves. Surely, experiencing the lash at her petite hands was a little enough expenditure for pleasing her; for being near her. Religious rapture, I guess, would be an appropriate comparison. I shook my head to free myself from those thoughts.

Where the fuck did that come from? I'm a bad ass, a tough guy. Nobody pushes me around. Still though, kneeling naked at her feet seemed magical. I had been hitting the heavy bag and realized that my hard-on was easily noticeable, tenting out my sweat suit. I stepped behind the bag so I could keep my perversity hidden and wished that I had left my under-briefs on under my work-out attire. It would have done much to constrict my 'snake'. The up-side though, was my pubic area was already darkened with perspiration so the added pre-ejaculation moisture from my cock wasn't apparent. When Mistress Nona got all her boys animated with different degrees of exercise, she went to the back and shoulder machine, unhooked her skirt, threw a leg over and sat down with her arms outstretched on the weight mechanisms. She was facing me with both her thighs and the brief piece of material that covered her pussy in full view. For the first time, her eyes locked on me. Even now, I don't know why, but I trembled and looked away. When she started moving the weights, her ample breasts pushed forward and once again I was entranced. I visualized the perspiration that was now emanating under her arms and at the joining of her thighs near her vaginal portal; the wetness between her buttocks cheeks. God, but how I would love to taste it. Again, I snapped back to reality. 

What the hell is going on? Women blow me. I don't suck women. I'm the aggressor; they're the submissives. That's the way it's always been. Even as I thought this, I knew I was in error. A chill ran down my back when I pictured how this lady would react if she were apprised of my beast-like imagery. That terrifying bull whip would surely be put to work. I kept silent and ceased my uppity gay-bashing and my dishonorable remarks about women to myself. We all did. Nona had taken control of we macho types without uttering a word or acknowledging us at all. She was a Queen and we, just insects. Oddly, that concept warmed me. For the first time in my life I experienced the mystical omnipotence of an authentic Female Dominant. I kept attempting to sneak peeks at her and absorb her grandeur but each time that I did, she snapped her eyes toward me and caught my cow-eyed euphoria. It was as though she could read my thoughts and knew what I was about to do before I did myself. This was further illustrated when her slave on the stair-master who was behind her and out of her line of sight, took advantage of his cloistered position and slowed visibly.

gymbt-sign1.jpg (14404 bytes)Without turning, Nona picked up the whip that rested on the floor beside her and cracked it with the ability one might expect from and Argentinean goucho. The detonation was thunderous and the slacking submissive started moving with comedic speed. He yelped, "I'm sorry Mistress."

This magnificent lady never took her eyes off me and her beautiful half-smile blossomed into an evil grin. Was it possible she saw a masochism in me that I wasn't even aware of? The feelings of masculine superiority flowed away from me like a jugular wound. I was strong, big, reasonably intelligent,,,, but Nona,,,, Nona had the female genitalia and that canceled everything else out. Slowly, with purpose, she went over to the miscreant slave on the stair-master.

He looked to be terrified; falling to his knees and embracing her lower legs. She gave him several moments to collect himself, than stood him up and pulled down his gym shorts. His cock was large and inflated. A deep, angry redness told me that it was not unaccustomed to torture. In a flurry it was lashed to an exercise machine and done so with staggering proficiency.

Though in pain, her acquiescent vassal thrust his hips forward to assist her in his chastisement. It was a brutally erotic scene. The Goddess beat him and with each blow he undulated against the rope. The axiom, "between heaven and hell" crossed my mind. He had to remain still because of the bondage but he could not because of the whipping. Irresistible force meets immovable object. If I had touched my own meat I would have cum like a freight train.

 The other slaves became apprehensive. It was obvious that Mistress Nona was becoming excited. The disobedience of the first submissive was a primer. Now she was immersed in the need to sate her sadistic devils. Now everybody had to pay. My cock spasmed again when I drew the image of wetness flowing from such a holy place. When Nona was hot, she looked hot. Each of the subservient tried to exhibit their worshipping techniques to a greater degree than the others. They didn't care that they were being observed by everyone there. All kneeled and kissed her shoes and presented their asses to her whip. They inundated her with devotionals and each attempted to remain quiet as the implement found it's mark across buttocks, thigh and back. She tied them up and rode one around like a circus pony. I imagined that her thong covered treasure was eliciting some pleasure from the movement of the beast beneath her. I hoped that it did. I could stand it no more.

gymnb3-sign.jpg (33322 bytes) Excusing myself from my friends, I went to the shower room, ducked in a stall and played with myself like an adolescent. In seconds I exploded in masochistic white. I came like an opened fire hydrant. My body felt as though it had been run over by a truck as. I leaned against the wall, struggling to catch my breath. When I composed myself (it took almost ten minutes) I splashed some water on my face and combed my hair. Now I was back to my old persona of 'tough guy'. Who would know that I had just masturbated to the images of a woman that took pleasure from brutalizing men.? I left the shower room and crossed the arena, passing within inches of Mistress Nona. She was still as dazzling as she was before but my dick was soft and arrogance had put a bounce in my steps. She was dripping with perspiration and her hair was matted, not from formal exercise but from attending to her groveling prey.

I was startled when she stepped in front of me. "You jerked off didn't you?" her intonation was self assured. "You've been drooling over me since I arrived and you had to go and 'rub one off'. Your dick is your master and I am it's Mistress." I tried to speak but no words came. Again I was transfixed by her perception. God, but she could read my mind. Her hand snaked out and grasped the flab of my midsection. "I want you to call me so I can put you on a regimen to get rid of this. Her fingernails buried themselves deep in my flesh. "I'm going to make you into something I can be proud of and exhibit. Give me you name an address and I'll give you mine." She, without turning, snapped her fingers over her head and another slave put a business card in her hand. Like a zombie, I took it from her. I scribbled my information on a piece of paper and held it out. She nodded to the slave and he retrieved it.

Excusing myself from my friends, I went to the shower room, ducked in a stall and played with myself like an adolescent. In seconds I exploded in masochistic white. I came like an opened fire hydrant. My body felt as though it had been run over by a truck as. I leaned against the wall, struggling to catch my breath. When I composed myself (it took almost ten minutes) I splashed some water on my face and combed my hair. Now I was back to my old persona of 'tough guy'. Who would know that I had just masturbated to the images of a woman that took pleasure from brutalizing men.? I left the shower room and crossed the arena, passing within inches of Mistress Nona. She was still as dazzling as she was before but my dick was soft and arrogance had put a bounce in my steps. She was dripping with perspiration and her hair was matted, not from formal exercise but from attending to her groveling prey.

I was startled when she stepped in front of me. "You jerked off didn't you?" her intonation was self assured. "You've been drooling over me since I arrived and you had to go and 'rub one off'. Your dick is your master and I am it's Mistress." I tried to speak but no words came. Again I was transfixed by her perception. God, but she could read my mind. Her hand snaked out and grasped the flab of my midsection. "I want you to call me so I can put you on a regimen to get rid of this. Her fingernails buried themselves deep in my flesh. "I'm going to make you into something I can be proud of and exhibit. Give me you name an address and I'll give you mine."
She, without turning, snapped her fingers over her head and another slave put a business card in her hand. Like a zombie, I took it from her. I scribbled my information on a piece of paper and held it out. She nodded to the slave and he retrieved it.

I kept my eyes lowered out of respect and that worked out well because I could focus on her hips and the vee that was at it's center. My cock began to grow and I would have sold my soul to the devil in that instant if it would get my face against either of her caverns. I shuddered when I imagined what she would do if she knew what I was conjuring. Obviously, I could still keep some secrets from her. I stepped out in the brisk January air and dismissed the whole incident.

I kept my eyes lowered out of respect and that worked out well because I could focus on her hips and the vee that was at it's center. My cock began to grow and I would have sold my soul to the devil in that instant if it would get my face against either of her caverns. I shuddered when I imagined what she would do if she knew what I was conjuring. Obviously, I could still keep some secrets from her. I stepped out in the brisk January air and dismissed the whole incident.

I'd go home and jerk off to her innumerable times but still remain 'the bad ass' that I depicted of myself. No one would ever know. I noted on the card that Mistress Nona, besides being a trainer of men, published a magazine that promoted those tenets. All the better. I could subscribe to it and masturbate to infinity; never really displaying, publicly, my perversion. I could, please excuse the levity, let my fingers to the walking. A week later I receive, in the mail, an eight by ten glossy photo of Nona, kneeling on an exercise machine, a hooded slave behind her and appearing to be kissing her posterior. The shiny bustier and knee-high boots completed the picture. Dazzling is not a big enough word. The note said: "I know that you probably assume that you can just keep jerking off to my memory and not ever have to subjugate yourself to me in real time. I tell you now, it won't work. My likeness will creep into your dreams and eventually, your every waking hour. You will find that you cannot live without me. Try if you must but again, it will not work I know that the female ass is your pet adoration so study the picture. It'll make you mine. Waiting to hear from you (waiting makes me angry) Your Mistress,,,, Nona. I'm a tough guy; a bad ass. Women don't tell me what to do. I jerked off three times in rapid succession. Her fuckin line has been busy all day. I'll keep trying though.

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