someone more sadistic than Master

Though Master has a sadistic side, I met someone today who made me want to run to the safety of Master’s strong arms. This young man named James was smiling, but had a glint which hinted of future tortures. Master had graciously agreed to my request to procure James’ training services. After 5 minutes though, I was regretting my decision to hand over money for the experience.

First, James got me moving so he could evaluate my performance. After a while, he put me through some rigorous movements which left me gasping for air. He briskly informed me I’d be given breaks of 15 seconds only. During that time, I was to regain composure or perhaps gulp down some water. The predetermined time of 30 minutes had seemed minimal at first, but now it felt like an eternity.

James had me on the floor, my abs and arm muscles were screaming from the strain. Again and again, I had to perform tasks destined to leave my body aching for days. Leg and butt muscles were punished much more severely than Master had ever done so, even with the hairbrush or whip.

My thoughts strayed to my beautiful Master…my rock. It was with appreciation that I realized Master would challenge me, but always provided a soft place to land afterwards. It wasn’t to be the same with James. He was taking way too much pleasure in my discomfort.

Still, at the end of our session, I booked regular sessions with James. After all, if a sadistic personal-trainer-from-hell can’t get me in tip-top shape for the trip to Cancun with Master, than nobody else can!