Vicious Beach - Perfect Choice

"All ready I see..." Her mocking tone was intended and it served her well. Troy's gaze dropped quickly to the floor at his feet, obviously belittled by her teasing. She walked around behind him placing her hands gently on his hips admiring the noticeable line of his panties beneath the tight fitting shorts. "Just about perfect...I just need to do one more thing, get on your knees for me."

Troy knelt passively, his back still to her and as she took a handful of his chin length blond hair he stiffened noticeably.

"Relax sissy...I told you I wouldn't hurt you unless you misbehave. Are you going to misbehave Troy?"

"No," he answered quickly feeling very vulnerable in his current position.

"You're going to be a good girl and do exactly as I say aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?" she tugged on his hair slightly smiling as he flinched.

"Yes I'll do exactly as you say." he answered hoping it would satisfy her.

It did not. "And..." she prompted twisting her fist next to his scalp.

"I'm going to be a good girl."

"Yes, yes you are, my prettily little bitch." She proceeded to pull his hair into two effeminate pigtails, wrapping them tightly with rubber bands.

She walked around in front of him, her bare feet whispering softly on the carpet, and Troy looked up at her sheepishly. Her outfit accentuated her flawless curves and he tried to look without staring yet he could not help himself.

"Do you like what you see Troy?" she asked not turning around.

"Ye... yes. You're beautiful."

"Thank you Troy..." She turned her head looking at him curiously, "I didn't think you had the courage to admit that. Most girls are far too insecure to admit they find another woman attractive."

"But I'm not a.."

"You certainly look like it to me in your tight little shorts and tank top."

"But.."

"That's enough missy," she said sternly, silencing him. "It's time for our workout. Follow me."

Troy rose to his feet and followed behind her obediently, never taking his eyes off her luscious buttocks. Barely covered in her hot shorts, they left very little to the imagination and yet his was running wild. By the time he was ascending the curved staircase to the second floor a hard-on was again raging, pressing insistently against the tight fabric of the constrictive panties.

"Can I ask you a question?" he blurted suddenly.

"Since you just did...no," she said shortly. She led him across a bridge overlooking the living and dining area below and into a large dimly lit room. She flicked a number of light switches and the room was bathed in bright fluorescent light

Troy had not expected the entire room, save for large picture window to his left, to be completely mirrored. From the floor to the ten foot high ceilings, everywhere he looked all he saw was himself and the beautiful woman beside him. The room held two bowflex machines, a treadmill, and two stairmaster. Beyond that was a 9' x 20'rubber exercise mat and a rack of various sizes of dumbbells in front of a big screen television and a tower containing several components of a home theatre system. A sliding glass door led out to a deck overlooking the pool.

"C'mon you," she coaxed, taking him by the hand. "We've got to stretch out before we get started." She pulled him past the machines and onto the exercise mat turning him so they were both facing the mirrored wall. "I want you to follow my movements as best you can...I was an instructor at Gold's while I was in college but judging by your body I think you'll be able to keep up. So I don't want to hear any whining or complaining..."

"OK" he replied.

She began stretching with Troy mimicking her movements, but as she continued he found it more and more difficult to concentrate. Her body was perfect, a sculptor's dream, and with each exaggerated movement he became more entranced by her. Every time she bent forward he could see a wide expanse of her cleavage, the dark valley between her breasts so inviting, yet so unattainable. And when she began her calisthenics routine he felt as if he would burst out of the tiny gray shorts. He had never been so aroused in his life, and so tormented. Every fiber of his being burned with desire but his reflection demeaned him with his feminine image. Confusion clouded his thoughts and despite his best efforts he couldn't quell the hunger in his groin.

Troy's arousal did not go unnoticed.

"Enjoying your new clothes I see," she said as she dropped into a push-up position.

Troy could see by her reflection that she was staring at the prominent bulge at his crotch and he dropped quickly to the mat beside her. "Well no, not really," he said unable to hide his shame.

"That's not what it looks like to me," she quipped, moving up and down with crisp, graceful motion as if it took almost no effort. She could've guessed that he wouldn't stop staring at her, or couldn't. Most men gave her a second look, or a third, especially at the gym. She worked hard to keep herself looking the way she did, and with a genius level IQ, she knew exactly how to use it.

"Tell me sissy," she said as she rose to her feet waiting for him to finish, "what's making you so...disobedient?"

"Wha...what?" Troy had no idea what she meant.

"Disobedient. Defiant. Ill behaved."

"I don't know what you me.. ugh!"

She stepped on the small of his back, smashing him into the floor. "Did I give you permission to have an erection?"

"No but..."

"That's correct," she said before he could finish, "I didn't. And the next time you tell me no or disagree with me in any way you will be punished. Understood?"

With her foot still firmly planted on his back Troy quickly agreed. "Yes..."

"Yes who?" She dug her heel into him watching him wince in pain.

"Yes ma'am?" Troy responded uneasily still not knowing her name.

"That'll do for now." She took her foot off his back and flipped him over with her toe, pointing at the unmistakable bulge in his ill-fitting shorts. "But that will not."

"I'm sorry," Troy apologized. "I can't help it."

"That's because you're pathetic and weak," she said softly. "So easily tempted, so willingly dominated, the more you submit become the more desirous you are."

Troy lay there looking up her helplessly, unable to argue. Try as he might he could not help but believe her, the proof was throbbing urgently inside his white cotton panties.

"I can tell by your silence that you agree." She smiled and extended her hand to him. "You have been warned, the next time I will not be so understanding."

Troy nodded as she pulled him to his feet and led him over to the stairmasters. Guiding him onto it'

s platforms she pushed several buttons starting him on an intense fifteen minute program. She mounted the one next to him and before long she was matching him stride for stride. The sweat poured off their bodies and as it did Troy observed her bra-top becoming more transparent as the minutes ticked by. By the time the timer on his machine hit zero her light brown nipples were clearly visible through the saturated fabric.

"I thought I told you to stop staring..." She walked toward him menacingly and he flinched.

"Take off your shorts."

"Wha...unh!" She slapped him sharply leaving his words trapped in his mouth.

"Don't talk, just take them off." She watched as Troy pulled the shorts down to his ankles and just before he was about to step out of them she grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled him to the ground at her feet. "Keep your forehead pressed to the ground bitch. I'm going to teach you a lesson."

Troy was shaking as she walked around behind him his face tingling from her unexpected assault. When she yanked his panties below his upturned ass he tried to pull away but before he had a chance her hand shot between his thighs and encircled his testicles, squeezing them tightly.

"Stay still you little priss. You were warned weren't you?"

"Y...yes ma'am," he stammered fearfully.

"Repeat after me bitch...I'm sorry I was bad girl Mistress," she began.

"I'm sorry I was a bad girl Mistress," he repeated, his voice trembling.

"...I am weak and deserve to be punished," she concluded.

"I am weak and deserve to be punished."

"Now I want you to repeat that every time you feel my hand spank your pretty little ass."

She smacked his right buttock, her palm making a sharp crack that echoed throughout the room as it made contact. She paused, listening to him recite his statement of subservience, running the palm of her hand across the top of her chest, moistening it with her perspiration and really lit into him, not stopping until the right side of his ass was glowing red and her hand stung. She slid her warm palm between his legs, cupping his balls, playfully jostling them between her fingers, feeling the weight of them hang heavily against her hand. Just as she felt him begin to relax, she gripped him tightly and repeated her spanking until both sides of his ass were the same scarlet color.

"Pull up your panties and stand up." she instructed, his words and incomprehensible whimper. "Every time you disobey me those are the words I want to hear, understood?"

Troy pulled up his panties slowly, the tight cotton feeling like a thousand tiny needles against his skin. Never more humiliated in his life he was horrified to feel that his erection had not subsided.

"Turn around," she commanded, knowing he was still fully erect, and knowing that given the humiliation he had just endured he would be at a loss to explain it.

But she asked anyhow.

"Perhaps you'd like to tell me why you continue to disobey me?" She tried to sound as if she was losing her patience with him, even though he was behaving exactly as she hoped.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled through his quivering lips. "I'm trying to do as I'm told, I am."

"Maybe I've misread you, maybe you're not the obedient little priss I'd thought."

"I could be," he claimed. "I want to be."

"I don't think so," she said simply, shaking her head. "I think you're a wanton little slut."

"Please..."

"Please what?" she asked. She reached out her hand, letting her index finger trace the contour of his penis inside his panties. "Please don't make you admit that you like being spanked, or that you deliberately disobeyed me because you like being punished?"

"I wouldn't do that..."

"Not consciously," she said, slipping the tip of her finger inside his waistband, "but you can't deny that so far you've exhibited several behaviors clearly indicative of a pretty little slut, going all the way back to when I first saw you prancing around naked on the beach."

"But I..."

"Just admit it," she insisted. "You're a bad girl. And you like it."

"Yes," Troy acknowledged, bowing his head in surrender.

"Yes what....slut."

"I'm a bad girl."

"And?" She slipped another fingertip inside his panties and pulled him close to her.

"I like it."

"Like what little girl?" Her other hand was now on his hip caressing him gently.

"I like being a bad girl," he breathed, the words flowing easily from his mouth.

"Do you want me to treat you like a bad girl?" She asked, all four fingers now inside his panties, twisting and pulling subtly on the soft material.

"Yes ma'am," he moaned, aching for her.

"You want to be my trashy little whore don't you sissy?"

"Oh god, yes ma'am..." Troy struggled to restrain himself, his hands clenched into tight fists.

"You're going to be my submissive little femme-slut aren't you?" She pulled the waistband of his panties down and tucked it behind his balls, making all seven and a half inches of his throbbing cock stick out majestically, bobbing slowly as it pulsed with yearning.

"Yes ma'am, ooh god yes!" He knew he would cum if she touched him and he braced himself for his climax. To his surprise she pulled away from him.

"You can start by addressing me as 'Mistress'," she said simply.

"Yes Mistress."

"Very good." She brushed past him as she made her way over to the Bowflex machines. "Come over here and do exactly what I tell you."

"Yes Mistress." Troy stepped out of his discarded shorts and walked the few steps over to her side, his neglected penis bouncing demeaningly atop his swollen testicles.

She sat down on the bench, arched her back, thrusting her perfectly formed bosom skyward and began doing pulldowns, her form flawless. Troy followed suit, the allure of her body only increasing the ache in his groin. He followed her through the intense, high rep workout, marveling at how fluid her movements were, keeping perfect rhythm with her breathing, never seeming to tire, and never needing a rest. When she finally finished, every muscle in Troy's body ached and his erection remained as prominent as ever.

"I'll be right back," she said as she retrieved a towel from a shelf on the wall. "Take the rest of your clothes off and wait for me by the treadmill."

Troy peeled off his sweat soaked clothes, thankful to be rid of the clingy feminine attire. His erection ebbed quickly, relieving him of some of the embarrassment he felt as the minutes passed. Instinctively he covered his genitals as he heard her footsteps in the hallway, realizing his mistake immediately when he saw the anger in her eyes.

"Did I give your permission to cover yourself?" She was incensed, never thinking he would be that stupid. "I've tolerated enough of your stupidity! Turn around and put your hands behind your back! I hoped I wouldn't have to do this but until you can prove you can be trusted..."

She reached into one of the pockets of her short silk robe and Troy heard the smooth click of the handcuffs moments before he felt their cold steel close around first one wrist then the other. Restrained and disarmed by the sudden turn of events he had not even noticed the box she held in her hands.

"I think these will be perfect for you," she said with a smile as she laid it on the floor at his feet. "Every slut loves to wear heels and I really do think these are your color."

She flipped off the top revealing a pair of strappy high-heeled open-toed sandals. Bright red with a four inch heel, they were an eye-catching pair of shoes, guaranteed to bring the slut out of almost anyone. She had found out Troy's shoe size on Wednesday from his discarded sandals on the beach, special ordered three pairs, red, pink and white, from Sinful Obsession, an adult store back in Optimum City, and immediately had them overnighted to her.

"But.. but I can't wear those, I'll..."

"You'll do exactly as I tell you." she hissed, removing one of the shoes from the box. "Because if you don't, all you'll do is prolong the inevitable. And only make me angry. Do want me to be angry with you?"

"No Mistress."

"Then I think you'd better apologize." She flipped the shoe over in her hand bringing the heel to bear on the underside of his testicles, lifting him easily onto his toes.

"I'm sorry Mistress," he squealed quickly.

"and..." she prompted.

"I'm a bad girl and I deserve to be punished." The words rolled easily off his tongue. Almost too easily for Troy.

"That's better.." She pulled forward forcing him to move towards her, his testicles trapped neatly between the heel and sole of the shoe. "But I won't punish you again. Instead I want you to listen very carefully to what I'm about to tell you..."

"Yes Mistress," he breathed, uneasy at her proximity.

"You're letting your fear of humiliation overpower you. The only way to conquer that is to trust me. Your heart and mind have already begun to bare themselves to me by your actions and desires; the only logical step is that your body be exposed to me as well. You will grow to know me as well, and through that you will grow to trust me. And the more trust you give me the deeper our relationship will become until all you thought once humiliating and perverse will be the most intimate and sensuous pleasure you've always imagined it could be."

Troy stared at her longingly, her voice washing over him, gently eroding his reluctance. He could only nod slowly in response, and he was relieved to see the corners of her mouth turn upwards into a satisfied smile. It was when she glanced down that he realized what she had been smiling about. His penis had again sprung to life, its rigid shaft once again betraying his yearning.

"It seems that you're eager to begin," she laughed as she removed the shoe from between his thighs. "Very well then...Lesson one: walking. Get your cute little butt on the treadmill and you can show me what you've got sissy."

Troy climbed aboard the treadmill suddenly realizing that his nakedness could easily be seen through the large picture window. He swallowed hard and opened his mouth to speak, but before he could his mistress reassured him.

"Worried what people will think if they see you?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Don't be," she replied. "All the windows in this house were specially designed to allow people to look out but not to look in. It affords exactly the kind of privacy my friends and I need."

Troy nodded slowly in agreement, his mind at ease. It was short lived however. His angst increased considerably when she knelt and took his left ankle in her hand and slipped the first shoe over his foot. It fit snugly but not uncomfortably. He balanced precariously on the four inch heel as she slipped the other shoe on his right foot and when she had finished he not only felt completely helpless but also curiously uninhibited.

"You like them," she asked rising to her feet, "don't you?"

"Yes Mistress," he answered, flexing his toes inside the toe strap, "very much..."

"I told you they were perfect for you," she said smiling. "What do you say my little slut?"

"Thank you Mistress." Troy answered obediently.

She picked up the remote control from the console at the front of the treadmill turning on the television. Punching the keypad with her thumb she tuned it to the Style channel where models were strutting their stuff on a catwalk.

"See how those women walk?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Note their posture," she said as she moved onto the treadmill behind him. Manipulating his body gently as she spoke she continued, "Push you shoulders back, arching your back slightly, so your chest is accentuated. Very good. Now notice the unmistakable sway of their hips. They achieve that by crossing their ankles as they walk, making their gait decidedly feminine. I want you to mimic that exactly."

"Yes Mistress," Troy replied obediently, trying not to reveal his hesitation.

"Good girl."

She knew he was unsure of how he would manage; his calves had already started to tremble in their uneasy state. But she was proud of him for trying to sound confident even though she was sure he had never been more insecure and vulnerable in his life. She stepped off the treadmill and moved around to the front, carefully pressing the buttons on the console. She heard him take a deep breath as the readout counted down to the start of the belt, and as he took his first step he pitched forward awkwardly, and he would've fallen on his face if it hadn't been for her catching him neatly by the upper arm and steadying him.

"Thank you Mistress," Troy breathed, thoroughly embarrassed.

"You need to relax and let your effeminate qualities come to the surface," she said looking deeply into his eyes. "I want you to close your eyes and listen to my voice."

Troy hesitated, looking at her fearfully.

His Mistress shook her head disappointedly. "What are you so afraid of? Did I not just keep you from falling? Why do insist on defying me?"

"I...I'm sorry," he answered, stumbling again as the belt of the treadmill continued to move..

"Don't bother," she said angrily, letting go of his arm. "If you think you're so fucking smart, do it on your own then."