0 comments/ 87175 views/ 6 favorites Michelle's Physical Fitness By: stacey_lynne Michelle's Physical Fitness Wendy and Isabel led Kari and Michelle to the locker room. Since it was a women’s body building center, there was only one. The locker area was an array of lockers against two walls, with a wide-open area in the middle with benches to dress and undress. There were a few women in various stages of dressing and undressing and Michelle could not get enough of them in her eyes as she looked around. The women led her to an empty locker and told Michelle to take off her trousers, shirt, socks and shoes, and hang her clothes. Michelle obeyed, standing in her panties in the middle of the room, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Kari smiled, snapping pictures all along. Wendy and Isabel led her to the toilets. There were about a dozen of them against a wall, neatly spaced, but of course no walls or stalls between them. Another woman was already peeing in one, as a matter of fact, in clear view of all the others. Isabel pointed to the one in the middle. Michelle walked over and sat down, as she had been always ordered to do, sliding her panties to the side. Kari insisted that Michelle always pee sitting down. But the fact of the matter was that Michelle’s enlarged clit was pointing out. She reached down to point it into the toilet. Wendy slapped her hand really hard. Michelle was not to touch it under any circumstances. Tears were welling in her eyes. Kari intervened, asking Michelle in her sweet voice to lean over, spread her legs, and do as best she could. It took a really long time for Michelle to finally pee since her enlarged clit made it all the more difficult, in addition to being forced to pee with other women looking at her, standing around and chatting indifferently. Finally a stream started. The women waited patiently. When Michelle was finished, she wiped herself clean as Kari had taught her, flushed the toilet and stood up, legs quivering. Wendy and Isabel undressed and led Michelle to the showers. Again, being a center only for women, there was only one set of showers, in a wide-open shower room with about a dozen high-pressure showerheads. The women showered in full view of one another. A pair of happy women were laughing and lathering each other, fingers disappearing and reappearing from within one another. They lathered and shampooed Michelle, washing her clean. Wendy reached over to the rack on the wall, took a new razor and close-shaved Michelle’s legs, arms, chest and back. The lather eased the scraping sound, but really Michelle had not shaved before so there was a lot of work to do. Taking pictures, Kari asked about Michelle’s “private parts”. Wendy smiled. Waxing would be used. Yes, it was far more painful for Michelle to have her “private parts” waxed, but what a difference it made, leaving her so smooth! Kari smiled: they knew just what to do! Isabel, quite and aggressive, took a natural sponge. She scrubbed Michelle’s freshly shaved skin so vigorously that it came to life, red and tender, her nipples getting more than their share of scrubbing until they were raw. Kari saw Isabel slip her finger deep into Michelle’s ass. Kari always did that to Michelle when they showered at home, but as Kari took pictures, she noticed a strange look in Michelle’s eyes. Obviously, Isabel had more than just one finger inside: they were lingering for the longest time inside, perhaps even moving around quite a bit deep inside. Kari figured Isabel must be a real pro at prostate massages: Michelle’s enlarged clit was throbbing, its almost-five inches rising up. Kari was so happy, so proud of Michelle’s proper behavior! They stepped out of the shower, dried themselves and rubbed soothing balm on each other. Heading back to the locker room to dress, Wendy suddenly had a quick question. Did Michelle know how to masturbate? Kari had to admit that Michelle was careless and sloppy in her masturbation, quite selfish actually. Sometimes she would squirt from her enlarged clit, and at times it was so much that Michelle would make a mess, and Kari would make her clean it up with her mouth. Wendy and Isabel looked at each other: it all sounded so familiar and so amateurish on Michelle’s part! Wendy ordered Michelle to lie on the floor against the wall, spread her legs high up and wide apart, and show them how she did it. Michelle asked feebly, “Here?” A look of intense wrath came across Isabel’s eyes. In a lightning-fast move, she spun Michelle around. One hand grabbed Michelle’s descended ovaries very firmly. The other hand slapped her recently scrubbed ass very hard. Michelle let out a scream. She tried to lurch away. Isabel’s hand was gripping her descended ovaries too well: Michelle could go nowhere. Isabel tightened her grip even more. Tears came to Michelle’s eyes. Isabel slapped her again: once, twice, thrice, each time harder, each time tightening her grip on Michelle’s descended ovaries. Suddenly she stopped. She whispered coarsely into Michelle’s ear, “You will do what we say, when we say it. No questions asked. Is that really clear?” And with that she squeezed Michelle’s descended ovaries once more, to emphasize her point. Michelle nodded. She looked around. The women in the locker room had stopped doing what they were doing and staring approvingly at what they had seen. As Michelle stood there, almost ready to spread her legs, one of the women walked over to her on the way out, put her pretty face close to Michelle’s and whispered, “After they are through with you, you are going to be all mine.” Michelle had never ever felt so humiliated before. And much less in front of so many women, strangers all except Kari! Michelle loved Kari more than ever today for what she was doing with her. Shivers of joy ran up and down Michelle’s spine! Michelle bravely got down on the floor against the wall, raised her legs high and wide apart and began to show the women how she masturbated. Michelle gripped her enlarged clit in her hand and began to pump it up and down. The women laughed. That is not how it is done! No wonder she is so clumsy and inept! With a show of patience uncharacteristic to Wendy, she took away Michelle’s hand. She scolded Michelle for the way she was doing it. Women do not pump their clits, no matter how enlarged they may be. Instead, she showed Michelle that women part their labia and merely rub their fingertips over the tip, lightly on the sides of their shaft, and again over the tip, at times teasing it by moving it a bit from side to side. With her coarse fingers, she showed Michelle how it is done. And then she let Michelle try it. Kari took some lovely pictures of this tender teaching lesson. Michelle worked at it as Wendy and Isabel watched, moving her fingers away or glossing over the tip and head as Michelle learned the proper procedure for masturbation. Every time she was ready to climax, she would turn to Kari for permission. Kari of course would deny it. So Michelle would have to pause, play with her descended ovaries (quite swollen, for sure, and very tender after all that fierce gripping), and then resume where she had left off, rubbing her tip and head just slightly, just as all pretty girls do. Wendy and Isabel leaned down to take a closer look. Wendy remarked that even though Michelle’s enlarged clit was sort of broken, with a deep hole throughout it, it still seemed to be working all right. Kari smiled knowingly. Wendy and Isabel helped Michelle stand up, her enlarged clit throbbing desperately, and led her to the counter to help her put on her make-up, lipstick and mascara, perfume and wig, and then all three got dressed. Kari thanked them for a very instructive afternoon, walked over to the front desk and made the necessary appointments with the trainers for the coming week. With that the two of them drove over to the large, enclosed shopping mall in the center of town. The first stop was the apparel shop. Kari picked out some dresses for Michelle, favoring flowing skirts, tight slacks, and a few blouses. Michelle noticed that all were of sheer materials. She understood that Kari would want her exposed. The next stop of course was the lingerie shop. Here Kari took her time. The salesgirl helped them pick out matching sets of bras and tight panties and thongs, having Michelle go into the dressing room to try out each set, come out in full view of the other customers, and model them. In time, Kari opted for three every-day sets, two pretty white sets for elegant dinners, a strikingly attractive, black one for formal events, a tight corset for parties (Michelle looked stunning as she modeled it for them), and half a dozen of colorful, festive sets with bright flower patterns. It was one of these that she ordered Michelle to wear, her sheer white blouse casually knotted above the waist, and the sheer, white skirt to go along with it. Kari thanked the salesgirl for her patience and understanding, paid the very large bill, and walked out, hand in hand with Michelle, smiling like a proud Dom. And on the way out, Kari had Michelle toss out the rest of her former clothes unceremoniously into the trash bin, sweetly telling Michelle that she would never again need male costumes. Michelle's Physical Fitness Michelle would put on her makeup, perfume and get dressed. On this Kari was adamant. Only pretty clothes that enhanced her figure were allowed. Colorful bras and panties, clearly visibly under sheer blouses and skirts were allowed. Sometimes a scarf would accent the colors of the underlying lingerie. And then Kari and Michelle would head out for the evening. Since Kari knew that Michelle was petrified of being seen in public, Kari would choose the most public places to take Michelle. Shopping centers, full of evening shoppers were a regular outing. They would walk arm in arm, Kari making sure that Michelle was clearly visibly to all as the cheap slut that she truly was. Kari made it a point to teach Michelle how to walk like a pretty girl, how to sway her hips and keep her legs together as she walked. High heel shoes that altered her gait were mandatory. Kari picked out only those restaurants that sat patrons outside so that any woman passing by could see Michelle as a cheap whore with her Dom. Kari taught Michelle how to sit nicely, how to order feminine items on the menu, how to eat, sip, and talk like a pretty girl at dinner. Sometimes, of course, Michelle’s enlarged clit would pop out of her panties. Since Michelle was forbidden from touching herself in public, she would have to signal Kari. Kari would lead her to the ladies’ room and re-arrange her. And of course, Kari made sure that Michelle would drink lots of water and tea to make her pee, always sitting down like a pretty girl, the door to her stall open so that any other woman in the ladies’ room at the time could see what was happening. Every evening Michelle trembled at going out; Kari relished taking her out; and both women would come home at night, tired and yet totally aroused sexually. Only that Kari did have the pleasure of masturbating to climax after tying down Michelle for the night. This was supreme, Kari would repeat to herself every night before falling asleep. And Michelle would sigh and sob softly to sleep, feeling like a cheap whore on a date, used and abused, exposed and aroused and left to throb into thin air with no hope of climaxing in sight. Kari had every reason to be satisfied with the results. Physically, Michelle was being transformed into a formidable sexual machine. Her body was tight, her muscles were slight and extremely well toned; her breasts were full and firm. Her skin was soft and smooth, and the weekly waxing of her more private parts gave her a shiny appearance. She was learning how to walk, talk, dress, and behave like a pretty girl. Michelle was by all accounts being changed into an extremely feminine, attractive woman, delicate in demeanor and appealing in her sensuality. Michelle’s repressed climaxes gave her an ever-urgent look in her eyes, mirroring a deep yearning for explosive peaks of joy. Kari was also delighted with the emotional results. Michelle was clearly still very self-conscious about her appearances in public. She was uncomfortable being seen by women of all walks of life as a cheap whore, wearing even cheaper perfumes, donning indiscreet lingerie always so clearly visibly under her blouses and skirts. Michelle hated it when she was in the ladies’ room of any restaurant or shopping center and another woman would stop to see her pee sitting down, making snide remarks. Michelle dreaded the evening outings more than anything else, and Kari made it a point of having them as often as possible. In short, just as Michelle was proudly being transformed physically, she was also being emotionally thrashed, making her cheaper and cheaper with every passing day. “My cheapest whore slut” is what Kari introduced her as to those women who inquired who that date was.