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The Training of Bobbi: Part 2
By latexslut
I lay on the bed, with my eyes open in the dark, trembling
lightly. Not because I was cold, because I wasn't, but
because I felt lost in weirdness.
Mary, my wife for all of six hours snored lightly beside
me. It was a gentle snore, and if a snore could be called
kind, hers was. As though, in sleep she found a peace that
maybe she couldn't find awake. I wasn't a psych major by
any means, but I could tell that something disturbed her
deeply. Maybe Charleen knew it too.
But at this point I couldn't care. It was late, and I was
exhausted. Charleen had given me a surprisingly friendly
and lingering kiss before helping me to lie down in the
huge bed next to Mary, covered me in soft satin blankets
that I couldn't feel under soft kid leather that I could
only smell.
"Sleep well, Bobbi. Tomorrow is a busy day," she had said.
And I had wished her the same.
And now, in spite of the different physical sensations
hitting my numbed stated of mind, I felt myself begin to
fade to sleep.
I was dreaming a nightmare. I was in some nightclub, with
noise and strobe lights and glitter balls bouncing the
lights. The smell of pot, booze, sex and perfume was thick
in the air. My wife was on the left of me, and Charleen on
the right. Before me was someone dressed much like I was,
high boots, gloves, a maids dress, neon blue hair. Only her
clothes were coated with what looked like frosting, but I
realized in my dream that it was cum. It had to be, for she
was smiling and lowering her panty-girdle and latex
panties. She was bending over, one hand holding her ankle,
the other reaching to pull out a huge, but surprisingly
clean plug from her ass.
"I've been waiting for you, Bobbi," She said smiling.
In the dream; Mary, Charleen and another woman, in sing
song voices all chimed in. "She's been waiting for you,
Bobbi. And you've been waiting for her, all chaste like a
good girl."
I looked down and saw that I had a raging hard on, with my
dress raised over it, clutched in my hands. And I was
thinking, 'Yes! Oh yes! Whatever I have to do, it's worth
it, if only to get to fuck such a beautiful woman.' And
standing, I bent over her, and grabbed her waist and
reached down to put my finger into her moist and hungry
pussy, to stroke her to meet my climax with hers, to pull
her nether butt towards my shaft. And then I felt her
penis. And her balls. And began to scream.
And everyone said, "She's been waiting for you, Bobbi."
I sat up with a start, sweating, barely swallowing a
scream, with the corset pinching deeply into my tummy. My
whole body was shaking, and even with the heavy fake lashes
on my lids, my eyes were wide.
"Lay down, Bobbi," my wife said, sleepily. "And lay still.
If you wake me, I will have to hurt you."
I lay back, shaking, easing the bite of the corset. Mary
put an arm over me, and cuddled up to me with a leg over my
leg.
What a nightmare! I licked my lips and tasted my lipstick.
I was wide awake now, the alcohol cleared, partly from my
brain. It was still very dark out, so I must not have slept
that long. With almost a trace of a smile, I thought, we're
not in Kansas anymore. Gently, quietly, I clicked my boots
together three times, thinking I just want to go home. Ah,
but my boots aren't red. I need to get some of those, or
this won't work.
For the next hour or so, I sort of played with, or explored
myself, as Mary gently snored on, keeping me in her
embrace. My heavily lashes eyes blinked, but stayed open. I
squeezed my anus around this strange intrusion in my ass. I
tried to breathe better in my corset. I tried to straighten
my feet and stretch my toes. My fingers quietly touched the
strange garters and tabs. I rubbed my fingers together, but
could not feel them for the gloves. In fact, rubbing my
legs together, I realized I couldn't feel any of me.
Everything was covered tight and silky and tight.
What had I gotten myself into? How had this happened? So
fast? And the vows I said before an ordained Minister? And
looking at it seriously, I wasn't sure how I could get out
of it. I would have to keep my eyes open for opportunities,
be patient, and, after that spanking from Mary, be
obedient. And as I pondered this resolution, I began to
fade to sleep again. This time there were no dreams.
***
"Hey! Newlyweds! It's time to Roooock!"
Suddenly, shattering heavy metal music was blasting through
the room as I blearily opened my eyes. It was Highway to
Hell, by ACDC. I turned my head to the voice and Charleen
was standing in the doorway, looking like she had spent an
hour putting on make up to go to the gym. Her blonde hair
was teased wild, thick and colorful makeup accentuated her
wide white smile. She wore flaming red spandex tights with
a very high cut bodysuit in zebra stripes. Her feet were in
short high heels boots.
Mary was like a rocket, rolling over me and standing up
only long enough to shed her clothes. Then she went down,
naked, but for her shoes, doing push ups, perfectly prone.
I slowly sat up, felt the corset pinch and using the pillar
of the four-post bed, hauled myself to tottering standing.
My feet hurt already. I looked at Charleen and gave her a
weak smile.
"Time to rock, Bobbi," She yelled over the music. "Mary,
you weakling. I want 100 pushups. Bobbi, let's get you
fixed up to go. To the bathroom with you. Chop chop!"
My head suddenly hurt. I had a hangover in a corset. Wait
for the bathroom, I thought, all I want is some aspirin, a
cup of espresso and a nap. But I couldn't say this. I
couldn't say anything, the noise was that loud. Then I
remembered the plug, instantly, as it pushed, wanting to
get something out. So I tottered, arms waving wildly to
keep my balance, with my back bent back to compensate for
the forward pushing of the heels and the weight of the
breasts. My corset wouldn't bend much, so I ended up
putting most of my weight into my thighs, which, lazy as I
had been all my life, began to hurt immediately.
I made it to the door, with Charleen behind me, and I
looked at her wildly, now very awake and desperate.
"Hurry!" I mouthed.
Charleen shut the door behind her, lessening the din. "Now,
Bobbi, you're going to have to do this part, by yourself.
Raise the panels of the dress."
I did.
"Pull them higher and loosely tie them together."
I did, fighting the urge to crap in my pants or latex or
whatever, anything.
"Unlace the front panels of the corset."
I did, fumbling, fast. I had no words now. I needed to
expel. Right now! I looked up.
"More."
I did, drawing the lacings on both left and right front
panels until they were completely loose. And it would have
felt like a great relief, except that I had other issues.
"Fold the corset up as high as it can go."
Easy. I did. I rolled it up until it was just a bit over
where the top of the panty-girdle top was. It wouldn't roll
any higher. I looked at Charleen hopefully.
"Now, Bobbi, unzip the panty-girdle and unhook all of the
hooks." I was very annoyed that she was smiling at my
discomfort and panic. All those hooks!
"Now, slide your latex panty-girdle down. No, not that far,
clench your ass, and pull that sissyfucker out!"
Now my white naked hairless ass was finally exposed. I was
glad I was sleepy, because something felt wrong in this.
But I reached back and found the edges of the plug, and
pulled it out. I almost let slip, but then I was sitting on
Mary's toilet.
I should have felt ashamed, with Charleen watching me as I
did my business, but it was such sheer relief that I closed
my eyes and just enjoyed doing it. Without being told, I
tucked down my penis and peed too. For a long time.
Over the dimmed noise, Charleen crooned to me, "That's a
good girl. Oh, yes, that's a good girl."
Finally, I was emptied. It felt so good to be empty and so
good to be unplugged and so good to be getting back to
normal. I opened my eyes.
Charleen the beautiful held out a bit of toilet paper and
told me to wipe, which I did, and then I saw that she was
holding an enema bag. It was bulging and had a nasty
stainless steel plug type thing at the end of the long
tube.
"Bobbi, this will help you stay clean and happy throughout
the day. You'll get one at night too. I'll show you how,
this time. But this evening, you can show me that you know
how to do it."
I was dismayed and disbelieving. For a second there, I had
thought I would be getting undressed. I really had. Like to
take a shower and go workout with my wife in her gym. I had
really almost believed that. Now, I realized, as things
began to connect, that I needed this enema in order to wear
the plug that Mary had insisted upon. I felt my balls
shrink. I thought for a moment.
"Charleen," I said. "I can put that in, just fine, I just
need to know how to set the flow."
She was delighted, and her smile lit up her whole face and
for a moment she looked like an angel. "Mary will be
pleased about this. Open it just this far. I've put an
amount of liquid that I am sure you can handle. Show me you
can do this."
Now I was feeling stubborn too. I took the proffered enema
device, thanking God that I was hung over and pushed it
into me. It hurt. But I felt I had to prove my manliness.
And I opened the flow, and slowly filled myself. What a
dichotomy, I thought. Proving my manliness, by showing to
my wife's coach, that I know I can take an enema.
As I filled I looked up at her, standing beautiful over me.
"I know what you're thinking, Bobbi," Charleen said,
smiling. "I understand."
And suddenly we were laughing together. I was getting
filled, sitting on the toilet, becoming distended, being
so, man this was so weird - I could see my see hair through
my black lashes. Then she turned and opened the door. The
noise bashed in. "Mary, you lazy cunt, I want 400 sit-ups.
Right now, dammit!"
She closed the door and started laughing again. "Bobbi,"
she said between breaths, "you will be okay. Just do as
you're told, okay?"
"Okay," I grunted. I was beginning to feel pain. The bag
was empty, and I was not comfortable. I could hear my
stomach rumbling, feel my butt clenching.
"Good girl, Bobbi, five minutes," Charleen said, kindly.
"Twice a day, everyday."
That brought on gloom to me suddenly and the moment
dissolved. Everyday for how long?
Again, Charleen read my thoughts. "Forever, Bobbi.
Forever."
***
The music had changed when Charleen strutted out, and I
tottered out. I had expelled, and sadly, put the plug, that
Charleen had kindly washed, back in. The latex panty-girlde
was in place, with another cup of slippery come looking
stuff added that just made me want to slide into a cum-
city.
The panty-girdle was fastened and zipped, the panels to the
corset tied back down. My makeup had smeared a bit, from
sleeping and yawning and all, but neither Mary nor Charleen
seemed to care.
Mary leapt up and kissed me, deeply and repeatedly. "Oh,
Bobbi, Bobbi I love you. You are so well behaved."
Standing there, with my toes pinched into each other, I
almost melted. Her kisses, fierce and passionate, were just
that good, I put my arms around her, and I could almost
feel her skin, hot and sweaty, but I couldn't. I was
wearing gloves.
My cock tried to rise to attention, Mary looked even better
naked than dressed. More muscular, and a bit sweaty now,
but my oh my, I had never seen anyone look so beautiful.
What disturbed me, layered over everything else, was the
fact that she was built like a goddess, only one and a half
times larger, and harder and fiercer.
But my cock couldn't rise. It was kept tightly and slippery
in place. If I could have, I would have rubbed myself off
right then. But Charleen was beaming, and Mary then picked
me up, effortlessly, by my shoulders. My feet dangled over
the ground.
"You will be such a good sissy. Charleen will train you.
And you will make me famous."
I didn't know what to say, hanging there, but I could feel
my wife's strength pulsating through her arms as I dangled,
but I knew then that I had to say right thing. "Thank you,
Mary, my wife and goddess."
Mary kissed me with a passion I had never felt. I tried to
kiss back, but her tongue was all around in my mouth. The
roof, over and under my tongue, my teeth, my gums. It
lasted a long time during which any objections I had at the
moment, were melting and then she put me down. "Enough of
that. Time to Roooock!" She screeched, acting like the
almost love making we had just down was just wind blown
away.
***
In the training room I was fitted to a long legged corset
with sleeves. Many hooks were attached along the body and
legs and ankles, through which locking chains attached.
These were then connected to rings on the treadmill I stood
upon.
Charleen explained: "Normally, Bobbi, you should take
mincing steps. But today, you need to learn to sway your
hips. So today, you will step as the chain pulls you. When
you step forward with your right step, the chains here will
pull your hips left. And when you next step with your left
step, the chains will pull you right. It's to make you
swivel. To sway. To look wanton and sexy. Do you
understand?"
I was only half listening. My wife was on the mat with two
male wrestlers. They were both huge and glistening, and
looking about half a million times better than I ever did.
Tanned. One was blonde, the other looked Italian or
something. They were tag teaming on her. And they seemed to
be practicing for real. I had never seen anything like it.
"Are you listening to me, Bobbi?" Charleen said, annoyed
but understanding. She was looking too.
"Yes, Charleen. Step left, ass right."
"Exactly, hon. Here we go."
The treadmill began. Every step I took forward pulled me.
My plug slid, my corset tightened up, my feel hurt, and my
hips were made to sway. Wide. Wanton. And I felt all of
that, but I also felt some strange admiring awe at Mary.
And that distracted me from my own discomfort.
Blonde guy smacked Mary in the face and flipped her over on
to her back and then landed on her with a knee. Italian was
pulling her hair. Mary was getting pummeled. This didn't
look like practice to me.
I wanted to help, somehow, but instead I stepped, swiveled
and swayed, chained to the treadmill.
Charleen gasped, when Italian grabbed Mary's arms, as
Blonde let go to grab her legs.
Mary's mouth was bleeding. I just kissed those lips I
thought.
And then I saw what sit ups could do. Mary kicked up at
Blonde and her heels, she was still wearing them, punched
into his shoulders. Then she landed down on them, twisted,
turned Italian off balance, and then, almost nonchalantly,
elbowed his nose. I could hear it break as he went down.
I was amazed and appalled and terrified. Terrified that my
wife, Mary was That strong, appalled that She didn't seem
to care that Blonde was bleeding all over the ring, and
Italian's nose was shattered. And amazed. My wife was
indeed going to be the best wrestler ever.
She screamed out a "Wahoo!" and stepped on Italian,
puncturing his leg. He screamed. She didn't seem to care.
Charleen whispered, "That's my girl."
I kept the pace, swiveling my plug round and round, hip
right, hip left. God, but my wife, Mary is a goddess. And
looking at this spectacle, I knew that I had better just
obey. If I didn't want to get hurt.
I began to become very terrified.
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