SIncerely Slave Chapter 7
Sheila took those blows, though I could see that she was in agony and
wanted badly to close her knees together. Since she was still blindfolded, I
wanted to make sure she was now as humiliated as possible. I positioned her so
that she faced the window and felt the sunlight again.
"Sheila, the people on the other side of this window have paid us money
and you will have to perform while they watch." "I have a long list of things
that they want to see you do, the first are exercises." "You are to perform all
the exercises exactly as I tell you to." "I will need to place a hood over your
head so that I can then release the handcuffs and you have use of your hands."
"Is that understood?"
She nodded her head since there was a gag still in place preventing her
answer orally.
I left her standing there again and retrieved a hood that was made of
dark vinyl material and would ensure that she couldn't see anything at all. When
I returned with the hood and stood in front of her I asked her, "I could take
out the gag but if you make noise then you'll have to pay the price by being
made to wear another gag plus a vibrator while out here." "If you make noise
then you get an additional twenty whippings on each breast and on your pussy, is
that clear.?"
Again only a nod of her head was Sheila's answer.
I strapped the hood on tightly by adjusting some laces in the back
making sure that her hair was tucked against her head. The top of the hood was
tightened first and then I carefully removed the gag, and paused before bringing
the hood below her nose to recover her mouth. The last straps to tighten, were
under her chin which kept the hood from coming off, and it also held her chin
immobile preventing her from opening her mouth very wide. There was a small clip
made for a padlock so that even if she had hands, Sheila couldn't remove the
hood!
After ensuring the hood was on properly, I stepped behind her and
removed the handcuffs. Her hands immediately went around front and she began
massaging her wrists.
I allowed her to continue this massage for a number of minutes before
taking her arms and lifting them up until they were outstretched to the sides
from her shoulders. I let go and as expected she left her arms outstretched.
Then I stood in between her and the window and said, "First things first,
stretching out is what you're going to do."
"They call these windmills, widen your feet, keeping your back, arms and
legs straight bend at the hips til you touch your toes with the fingertip of one
hand, then straighten up and twist the other hand down to your toes." "This is a
four count exercise and I will clap the beats for you!"
I began to clap and watched as Sheila bent over abruptly causing her
heavy breasts to swing freely as she lowered her upper body and then upon
standing they bounced upward. Repeated movements up and down made her a sight to
see, and after some twenty times, I told her to stop and drop her hands.
"Next exercise is going to be leg lifting and kicking." "You will lick
upward with one foot three times as high as you can and then switch to the other
leg, keeping the entire leg straight." I said thru the voice box again. "I will
clap again." I began to clap and watched as Sheila kicked high in the air, then
brought her foot down repeating it again and again. Her breasts bounced and her
pussy was exposed fully with each upward kick. When she had done three kicks,
she picked up the opposite leg and did the same. I made her to ten repetitions
with each leg before allowing her to stop.
Sheila was breathing harder now, and her body had already begun to
glisten with some sweat and we hadn't even gotten to her exercises, so I told
her, "Sheila, I want you to know that as you kicked upward, everyone laid their
eyes directly on your pussy, I believe that they really liked seeing it spread
so widely." "If you like having us see that wide open pussy why not give one
more high kick with each leg, just to confirm it." "On the other hand if you
were extremely embarrassed by that then you have permission to cross your legs
for five seconds."
I waited until you had time to think and then watched as you crossed
your legs.
"We will now begin exercising as the audience wants you to do." I said.
"The first thing they want to see is you jogging, keeping your knees high."
Sheila had already uncrossed her legs and spaced her feet while waiting
for my command to begin, so when I clapped, she immediately began jogging in
place. With an arched back that caused her breasts to bounce up and down as if
they had minds of their own, Sheila stepped high and fast. Almost to fast to
continue very long but since she had already begun, I allowed her to continue
without slowing her down.
Let me describe in detail the beauty of a naked and sweating woman while
she jogs in place. Picture a woman, faceless from the hood covering her head,
neck muscles taught, shoulders back and chest thrust out. Hair sticking to her
shoulders periodically and then whipping free. Breasts bouncing up and down
independently while she maintained her speed. Sheila had a tummy that was not
paunch but not taught either, it also gave way to fatty substance and jiggled.
Below the tummy lay her female slit, bordered by two large and swollen pussy
lips which squished together as her legs rose and fell. Thighs were thick but
muscular and bounced up and down like supremely large pistons, never slowing
their rhythm. Sheila held her arms by her sides as she balanced her body with
them.
I glanced at my watch and noted she had jogged for ten minutes before I
decided that she was winded enough. "Stop, and cool off," I shouted in the voice
box.
Sheila seemed exhausted when she stopped, trying to control her
breathing. Her arms were covered in rivulets of sweat running down to her hands,
just as her upper body was. I must say that I wanted to lick that sweat off the
smooth skin, and I spoke out to her. "Don't move at all, when you feel me touch
you."
Then I leaned forward and stuck out my tongue and dragged it up between
those huge mounds of breast flesh. Her skin was salty and ruff, and the touch
startled her, because her nipples responded instantly by perking right out. I
licked up and returned down lower this time repeating that move only this time
moving closer to the swell of one breast, drawing a sigh or was that a moan from
her throat.
"Sheila, I want you to lift your breasts up." I commented.
Her hands slowly positioned themselves under each globe and lifted even
slower until those breasts were pointing right out like torpedoes. Instead of
licking the nipples right away I continued licking those huge swells until I had
covered almost all of them except the nipple. Only then did I drag my thick
tongue over the nipple. This brought a sigh and eventually a moan from her
throat. The nipples were very red and very hard, inside an areola that was very
bumpy and now turning very dark also.
What was very nice was that her breasts and shoulders began moving more
exaggerated. I knew that she was beginning to feel the effects of my licking and
though she didn't want to it made her body respond as only a woman knows it can!
After spending time making those nipples and areola wet, I stopped. When
I stood back I spoke again in the voice box. "Next type of exercises are
pushups, even if only a few, and then sit-ups and finally you will finish off
with four count squats!" "The pushups will be done in this manner, you will lay
flat on the floor and using your arms push you upper body off the floor until
your arms are straight!" "Your back and legs must be kept straight."
I watched the expression of body language and she seemed uncomfortable
at having to do this, but she began to kneel and eventually without more
hesitation laid on the floor. While she laid down, I also knelt and eventually
laid down facing her though her hood prevented her from seeing me. I clapped my
hands and her elbows bent, shoulders tightened as she pushed off the floor. From
my vantage I could see her heavy breasts fall free when she had extended her
arms and locked them in the up position. Then she lowered her body and when her
chest touched the floor again she rose up, only this time much slower and on
shaky arms. My arms extended and with palms turned upward I pushed them under
those breasts.
She lowered herself on arms beginning to shake visibly more, and when
her breasts dropped into my palms she hesitated a moment before letting herself
down farther. I felt her flesh. She jerked, still moving upward with renewed
energy. When Sheila, had straightened her arms again she lowered herself much
more cautiously until again my palms received those soft breasts. I squeezed
again, this time sinking my fingers in and letting her carry them upward with
her. When she had dropped to the ground one more time I released both breasts
and she went up without them.
"Sheila, I understand that women often perform pushups on their knees."
"You may do so, but I will hold you like this while you do those pushups."
"However if you don't want my hands on you, then perform pushups the regular
way!" I barked, hoping that you would allow me to hold your soft mounds.
She performed nine more pushups with her body held straight before she
began to shake and finally succumbed and brought her knees up, still bobbing
down on those tired arms. I relished the feel of her breasts as they dropped
into my hands and I must say that this quickened her upward movements. I made
her do fifty, squeezing those breasts the whole time, with a smile on my face, I
knew she couldn't see.
Once she had done the last pushup I spoke into the voice box, "Roll over
on your back, get ready for sit-ups!"
She rolled with a belligerent action on her back laying down, and I
watched those magnificent breasts flatten and fall off to the side as she did.
"Bend your knees, and I will sit your feet and hold them down while you
perform fifty sit-ups!" "Fifty, is quite a few, but we are in no hurry!"
Sheila began her sit-up's and laid back slowly holding her hands behind
her head, a position that highlighted her breasts. Additionally from my vantage
the pussy tried to squeeze through those thighs and invited my stare. Up and
down, I watched she went and noted that her tummy strained, muscles rippling out
after she had reached twenty. But she kept it up.
