The Traveling Master (mc2015)

The results spoke for themselves so it was a no-brainer to keep following his lead and do everything he told me to do. The training grew intense, but never to a point I couldn't manage thanks to the constantly upgraded playlists he played for me. Heck, they became so incredibly effective at focusing my mind that I actually started to get 'in the zone' while I worked out. Or at least, that's what my trainer said when I told him that his music was making me zone out and go blank.

Anyway, as the weeks went by, I gained a body I could truly be proud of and at the suggestion from my personal trainer, I began to dress in a way that showed it off at the gym. The looks of hungry praise the patrons gave me were a reward all on their own, but strangely enough, not as appreciated as the praise my trainer offered me when I performed well through his sets. His words of appreciation had a way of making me feel extra good about myself and the more he offered them, the more I craved them.

Which served to make me want to work even harder as I began to book longer training sessions with him. His guidance seemed to become even easier to follow with each session we had together as my brain would start to automatically go 'in the zone' as soon as our training session began. I was there to work out and he was there to lead me. No fuss or worries.

Just simple system of command and obey.

Plus, that's not even mentioning how comfortable I felt around him! I mean, I felt no qualms or worries at all when our training sessions started to include 'progress inspections' where he weighed me and measured my whole body to keep track of my body fat. Of course, he couldn't do that while I wore my clothes so I had to be naked, but in front of my personal trainer, that was normal.

As comfortable as I felt though, my nakedness did make my mind wander towards less professional thoughts and I guess that's why I started to have erotic dreams about the man that so expertly trained me. Some were pretty vanilla, but others were more vivid and intense. In others, my normal interactions with him became starting points for wild romps in the gyms, which always seemed to leave me incredibly horny as I woke up in the morning.

And that was especially true when my dream happened to include scenes where he personally trained me to do more than exercise...

It became hard not to think about those dreams as I followed his lead at the gym and the more I did, the more aroused I felt in his presence. Thankfully, the fact that I always went in the zone so easily helped me keep my cool and stay focused on my training. If anything, being able to clear my mind of thoughts while feeling so aroused started to feel pretty nice...

Which just served to add to my appreciation of our demanding training sessions!

I got used to my growing 'mindless' arousal as it seemed to deepen and extend to even include my 'progress inspection'. I'm not sure why, but eventually all that arousal slowly made me change what truly motivated me to keep training with him. Little by little, I began to feel like I wasn't training my body for my own personal health and satisfaction, but instead, training it to get his praise...

His attention...

The switch in view points made me dive into the sessions even more, which helped me get even deeper into the peaceful mindless zone that allowed me to follow his every direction with ease. Eventually, my efforts didn't go unnoticed during my progress inspection. He praised me for a long while, saying how impressed he was with my level of dedication and ability to follow his lead. His words sent my already simmering arousal into overdrive, making my knees give way beneath me. I looked up at his towering form and intense gratitude for the man that made it all possible flooded my brain.

He reached down, cupping my face in his powerful hand and told me that my obvious arousal meant that I was the kind of girl that needed an 'intimate' personal trainer. I had no earthly clue what he meant, but I was so enraptured with appreciation and used to following his lead that all I could do was agree with him. The moment I eagerly nodded, His following words sent me tumbling back down into that wonderful mindless zone as all thoughts dissipated away. Leaving me perfectly focused on my trainer as he told me that a perfectly toned body like mine needed to be trained in the ways of pleasure.

I didn’t know why, but I knew my trainer was right because when it came to training me, he was always right and my new body was the proof of that.

Besides, my thoughtless mind  was too much in the zone to protest or to resist as he placed the headphones on my ears and played a new set of songs I had never heard before. They were very soft compared to the regular songs he played for me, but somehow, even more enticing as they tapped into something deeply buried inside my mind. In a matter of seconds, I felt myself sink deeper and deeper into the zone as he began to guide me through sets of...

I'm not sure what exactly because I was too focused and thoughtless to notice what I was doing. I just know that I was obeying his lead. 

Whatever it was he was having me do felt good though... VERY fucking good... So good that once he was done with me and I slowly came out of my zone, I couldn't help but feel compelled to show him just how appreciative I was for his guidance. So before I got dressed, I walked up to him and gave him a searing kiss before I slowly sank to my knees once again. He didn't say a word and nor did I as I undid his pants and freed his growing erection.

He watched me with clear satisfaction playing on the features of his face while I did my best to offer him the best head I had ever given to a man. I sucked... I licked... I kissed... I did everything I could think of and completely devoted myself to the task until I got the reward I was seeking. He filled my mouth with a satisfied moan that sent throbs of pleasure down between my legs.

His moan was a praise of my efforts after all and I LOVED his praise...

Obviously, on some deep level I knew that we had done something sexual, but that was perfectly ok with me. Especially after he told me that fellatio training would also be part of my sets because being intimately trained in the ways of pleasure included managing my own, as well as offering it to others.

As I walked home that night, I couldn’t help but smile as I realized that I would be able to get better at showing him my deep appreciation and earn more of his praise. Which is something I noticed I wanted even more than a healthy body.

Through the following 'intimate' training sessions, I learned the feeble limits of the pleasure my body could endure. He trained me to better control and build my pleasure without undue distractions, which would have been very hard if it hadn't been for his special music that allowed my mind to drift while my body did all the work. 

After that, once I was good and saturated with arousal and pleasure, he would start my oral training. I quickly realized that I had a lot to learn about the basic techniques to maximize the pleasure my mouth, tongue and lips could offer. But that was ok because that's what training was all about: repetition after repetition until your body instinctively knew what to do.

Again, thanks to the special music he played over the headphones while I slipped his cock in and out of my mouth, I was always able to easily block out everything around me. Which included my sense of time as I utterly focused on the task at hand.

Eventually, I earned myself extra praise after a particularly satisfying pleasure training and he informed me that I was ready for the next stage. I had no clue what that entailed, but I was excited all the same! I got my answer the next time we had time to train in his office. As always, my arousal was in full bloom as the playlist came on and I drifted into the zone. Pleasure soon followed like it did so many times before and I was more than ready for it. However, what I wasn't ready for was when the pleasure suddenly spiked in this penetrating pulse of intense pleasure. I almost lost it... Drop out of my zone...

But I was too well trained for that and managed to stay focused without letting my pleasure go wild. Pulse after push... Push after pulse... Pleasure invaded me in waves that tempted me to let go, but my trainer required that I didn't. He required that I control it so I did my best for as long as I could.

Sadly however, the intensity of this new training took its toll and even the music had trouble keeping my mind in the zone. Little by little, I felt myself fail as my surroundings eroded back into view. The first thing I registered was that I was standing up, but bent down at the waist over his desk. The second thing I noticed was that he was standing behind me. And the final thing I became aware of was that the reason the pleasure I experienced felt so different from my previous training sessions was because he was using his cock to train my pleasure control.

The thought that he was fucking me in earnest never even crossed my mind. All I could think about was how demanding it must be for him to take such an active part in my training. His dedication made me feel so ashamed that I redoubled my efforts to control my pleasure. Push after pulse... Pulse after push... I applied myself to quell the raging climax that wanted to escape my grip and tried to retreat once more into the lovely music playing in my ears.

It took effort, but it eventually worked and I was able to sink back in the zone, allowing my pleasure to wash over me without overwhelming me. In fact, I managed to sink so deep into my zone that I barely noticed when my 'pleasure set' was done and he had moved on to my oral training. The fact that I was so deep turned out to be a wonderful blessing because it allowed me to push further and take him a lot deeper than I could before, earning me even better praise than before.

As I went home afterwards, I was with a new sense of determination as I thought back to how I had almost failed in my pleasure. All his hard work would have come undone if I lost it and couldn’t keep myself in the zone to control my pleasure like he told me I should. And to me, that was unacceptable because if I allowed myself to be consumed with my own pleasure, how could I properly offer it back? Not to mention how disappointed my trainer would be with me if I couldn’t perform properly for him.

And that’s not something I was going to allow myself to do anytime soon because it would go against what motivated me to keep training so hard: his attention and praise.

Thankfully, I was a lot more prepared for the levels of pleasure I had to endure during my next intimate training session and I barely dropped out of my zone when he took me from behind. In fact, I was able to stay so perfectly deep in my zone that he added a set to the fuck where I had to straddle him. I had to move my hips to the beat and fuck him instead of letting myself be fucked and it was WAY harder to keep my pleasure under control. After a while, I was able to keep myself ‘on beat’ and sink back deeper into the zone, allowing my pleasure to simmer instead of overboiling. 

I almost lost it again when I felt his cock swell and erupt inside me, but I thankfully didn’t and managed to stay deep in the zone. The music playing in my ears helped me keep myself perfectly mindless as a new set was added to my training in the ways of pleasure: cock cleaning. 

I had never done such a thing so I didn’t quite know how to go about doing it while his cock was so soft and limp, but I didn’t worry because all I had to do was listen to my trainer’s guidance and sink ever deeper into the zone. If my trainer said I needed to do this to further my training in the ways of pleasure, I knew it was important to give it my all. I complied easily with all his demands, obeying every one of his suggestions and after I tenderly cleaned him for a long while, seemingly just to practice doing it properly, he regained his stiffness and I understood the goal on my new set. 

It was so I could have the tools to extend and enhance the pleasure I could give, which meant that I could move on to my last intimate set and do my usual oral training. 

My body was now incredibly toned and my performances during our special intimate sessions were getting better and better. All in all, I thought my training was going very well and so did my trainer. In fact he thought it was going so well that he said that I would benefit from even more training. That made me VERY excited because it meant I would get even more of his attention and possibly, his praise. However, since he was going to give me so much more attention, that meant that others at the gym could get jealous and complain. I didn’t want that at all so when he offered to train me in the privacy of his home to avoid it, I immediately accepted without a second thought!

I was a little worried and shy about the first training session we had together in his home since I was in his personal space, but after he turned on my headphones, it was like we were back in his office and I didn’t feel bashful at all about stripping naked. And more to the point, following his instructions felt even easier in his home than at the gym for some reason. Was it the comfort level of the homely setting? Was it the quality of his personal high end headphones? Whatever it was, the music carried me into my zone in record time. He began with his usual inspection and pleasure training, which was honestly a new challenge because we could really take our time to make it last a lot longer than when we did it at the gym. It was hard not to drop out of my zone and enjoy the sensations, but my motivation held firm and every time I felt myself dip back to reality, I instantly doubled my efforts to focus on the beats and sank back deeper into my mindless zone.

Eventually, I reached a state where regardless of how much pleasure my trainer pumped into me, my body wouldn’t threaten to boil over and I was easily able to easily stay one step away from climax. It was such a rush when I finally registered and understood what my new body was capable of doing when it was properly trained. It made me appreciate his intimate training all the more, but I was in the middle of my sets so I couldn’t voice my feelings. Besides, I had to wait to speak anyway because my oral training was up next and my mouth was occupied with oral pleasure training, which also somehow benefitted from our private setting and lasted longer as well.

Obviously, it was hard to stay focused with all the pleasure that was already coursing through my veins, but it got even harder when he added a new move to my usual set that made me gag. I dropped out of my zone long enough to register that the reason why was because he was pushing me down his length further than he usually did. For a split second, I even experienced a spike of panic as his cock closed off my airway, but then he told me to relax because this was a normal part of learning to deepthroat. 

My trainer was always right…

This was normal and just a new challenge I had to overcome. All I had to do was relax and go back into my zone.

My trust was not misplaced as he guided my head expertly along the new longer strokes and he never kept me wanting for air for longer than I could handle. Obviously, my worries melted away and I was able to sink back into the music that kept me perfectly in the zone. When his praise finally came gushing out and rewarded me for all my hard work, I was so deep in my own zone that it took a while for me to come back to reality and when I did, I was shocked to learn how long my training actually lasted.

I looked up at my trainer and it was clear he was just as spent as I was. Which perplexed me for a moment until I remembered that he had just trained me with his own cock and that surely must have demanded amazing self control. Not to mention incredible determination to stay the course until all my sets were done. I suddenly felt so overwhelmed with appreciation that I offered to stay the night so I could properly repay him for all the personal effort he put into my training. He politely declined, but said he would consider it if it was what I truly wanted.

I was more disappointed than I thought I would be by his refusal, but I knew he was right because what I offered him went beyond our professional relationship. I really needed to think about it properly so when I made my way home that night, I made a point to debate with myself long and hard to see if it was what I wanted. However, it turned out to be a very short and easy inner discussion because I realized that my motivation to keep pushing myself to train had subtly gone from wanting his attention and praise, to outright wanting HIM to be the one to enjoy the perfectly honed tool of pleasure he was creating.

It was what felt the most natural… The most fair outcome… 

There was no question in my mind that it’s what I wanted most and as I made my way back to his place for my second private training session, I was determined to do anything it took to convince him to accept my proposal. Obviously, I was there to train first and foremost so I had to wait until he was done leading my session before I could broach the subject with him. Which was perfect really because I was also eager to see how my new source of motivation would affect my training experience.

I was NOT disappointed!

Even his initial inspection of my muscle tone and body fat felt more satisfying… More erotically personal as I stopped seeing him as a trainer scrutinizing his charge and viewed him like a Dominant… Masterful lover evaluating the toy he painstakingly created. Each nod… Each gentle pinch and caress… Each corner smile sent proud chills of delight down my spine because it meant I was worthy of his approval. 

And if I was trained enough to meet his approval, then it meant I would surely be an acceptable option to give him all the pleasure he earned by training me.

The thought really excited me and made my following pleasure training that much more difficult because now that my goal was clear, the pleasure he was giving me, as well as the pleasure I was training to give, felt much more personal and… Carnal… Suddenly, it wasn’t just training without a concrete purpose, it was preparation for what I wanted desperately to offer him. Thankfully, his music allowed me to stay focused and sink into the familiar mindless mindset that allowed me to go through my training with my usual exemplary dedication. 

At the end of the delightfully long session, the exhausted yet satisfied smile that welcomed me back as my mind ‘awakened’ to reality reminded me all over again how grateful I was for all the time and energy he invested in my training. I was still kneeling between his legs and now that my training was over for the day, it was finally time to renew our conversation. Gently and as tenderly as I had been trained to do, I nuzzled and kissed his soft cock as I told him the conclusion I came to after I followed his suggestion and thoroughly thought about what I wanted. He was pleasantly surprised, but had his reservations and multiple questions as to what I truly intended with my offer to ‘repay’ him. 

The conversation we had about the details of my proposal was wonderfully erotic as I nurtured his deflated shaft. His questions were to the point and painted a clear picture of what I needed to do if I truly meant what I was offering him. Since all I wanted was for him to enjoy the fruits of his labour, his desire for me to submit myself as his kinky sex slave seemed like the perfect arrangement for him to do so.

That evening, he began a whole new training regiment, but this wasn’t designed to enhance my body or work on my physical abilities. It’s sole purpose was to walk me through how he expected me to act and obey his commands. It was so comforting and arousing to discover that following his dominant lead in the bedroom felt so much like following his guidance in the gym. It made me feel so comfortable and relaxed, allowing me to truly dive into being his sex slave and finally show him just how appreciative I was.

I did anything and everything he wanted. Followed… No… Obeyed his erotic commands with no other thought other than to make sure I pleased him. Since he personally trained me, I slipped into the submissive role he wanted from me with an ease that made me appreciate my long training hours even more. But as easy as it was to serve him, I made sure not to rest on my laurels and focused all my efforts on controlling my pleasure so I could be the perfectly honed tool he needed me to be.

As I knew it would, feeling him enjoy my body and talents turned out to be quite euphoric for me. Each strict order… Each flex of his erection… Each moan of deep appreciation… Each edge and orgasm I supplied him… Everything about my first experience as his slave served to reward me for all the hard work I had put into my training. Honestly, I had never felt so fulfilled before and as I drifted off into sleep cuddled in his arms, I felt like I had finally found my true self.

The next morning, after I supplied him with a VERY passionate and satisfying wake up, I couldn’t help but tell him how much I enjoyed my evening as his slave. I informed him that as long as he kept training me, I would be MORE than happy to keep showing him my appreciation by offering my submission to his pleasure. He took his time thinking it over and at one point, I feared that he might make me wait or think about it like I did the last time I offered myself. Thankfully however, he didn’t and told me that he would accept as long as I promised to keep working hard during my training.

All the different motivations I had for training myself were still there in my mind: Keeping fit and healthy… Earning his attention and praise… Gaining the body and abilities I needed to be the perfect sexual tool to receive and more importantly, give as much pleasure as I could handle…

"You… You said that you couldn’t have hypnotized me after the show to come here tonight without knowing why…” she said as the truth slowly came back to her. “But… But that implies that if you… If you did hypnotize me after the show… You could make me come meet you… That very night… Oh god… We've... We've been meeting up here... Every night since the show... Haven't we?" 

"We have." I said. "And what happens when we meet up here?"

She swallowed hard, looking a little like a deer in headlights.

"You... You hypnotize me..." she finally whispered, too stunned to speak up.

"I do..." I said, taking another step forward. "And then what happens?"

"I can’t resist your voice… It makes me all calm… Docile…" she said softly. "Then you... You tell me to follow you to your room below deck… And… I follow you… Without hesitation…"

"You certainly do..." I said, taking a step to finally close the gap between us. "And what happens once you find yourself in my room?"

Her breathing had slowed, but I could tell her heart was racing, which was a wonderful side effect of her returning memories of our time together.

"You... You hypnotize me even more... Bring me so deep..." she said, swallowing again. "Then... Then you train me..."

"You’ve become so good at dropping so very deep for me…" I said as I gently took her chin. "Tell me… What am I training you for?"

She couldn't help but lick her lips as my past conditioning surfaced and overwhelmed what little anxiety she felt from our discussion.

"You... You are training me to be..." she said softly. "Part of your show… You’re training me… To be one of your planted volunteers…”

"That's correct my dear..." I said, caressing her lower lip. "And how do I go about training you?"

I could almost feel her lips quiver as she stood motionless before me, completely captivated by my soft piercing gaze.

"You... HHmm... Bring me in… And out of trance… Again and again…” she said, eyes glazing over a little more. “Until I’m deeply hypnotized… Helpless to obey your suggestions and triggers… Unable to resist being conditioned to respond to them without thought… Without will… Making it so easy… And pleasurable… To be part of your show…”

“That’s right Darling.” I said. “It’s so pleasurable to be part of my show, isn’t it?”

“Yess…” she said with a faint smile. “It would feel wonderful to be part of your show…”

“That’s why you don’t mind that I’m using my hypnotic talents to help you realize that there’s nothing you want more than to be part of my show.” I said, taking a step closer to her. “Isn’t that right?”

“Yess…” she whispered. “I don’t mind that you are using hypnosis at all… I… I like being hypnotized… It… It feels so good to sink into your voice… To let go… To surrender…”

“Of course it does my Dear… Especially since you do it so well already.” I said warmly, noticing the slight flush of her cheeks at my praise. “And since you like how it feels to surrender, you trust that I know what’s best for you… You trust that I know what you need most to be the perfect subject during my shows. Don’t you?”

“Yeess…” she said. “I trust you completely…”

“And what do you need most to be the perfect subject for my shows?” I asked.

“I need… To be hypnotized… Every day…” she whispered. “I need… To be trained… Conditioned…”

“And what’s the best way to achieve that my Dear?” I asked, caressing her cheeks.

“The best way… Is to be present…” she said. “Available… Ready and willing…”

“Hmm…” I said, still caressing her cheek. “Well then that presents a problem because if I’m not mistaken, you’ve told me that your trip ends when we make port tomorrow. How then will I be able to continue your hypnotic training if you’ll no longer be aboard? Furthermore… How will you be able to join my show if you disembark? You can’t join my show if you are not in the crowd… Can you?”

“No… I couldn’t…” she whispered, clearly a little upset. “But… But I want to…”

“I know you do my Dear…” I said. “But for that to happen, you need to stay on board and continue sailing with us. Is that what you want?”

“HHmm… Yeesss…” she said, clearly happy. “I want to stay aboard… I want to join your show… And be… The perfect hypnotic subject…”

“I see…” I said, smiling faintly. “If that is truly what you want, there are any number of ways you can stay aboard… You could purchase another ticket… You could apply for a job and become part of the staff and crew… Or even better, you could even stay aboard as my guest and stay in my room. That way, since my room would also be your room, we wouldn’t have to meet up here on deck because you’ll already be there, waiting inside for me to train you. Doesn’t that sound like the perfect solution?”

“HHmm… Oh Yeesss… That sounds perfect…” she said, clearly pleased.

“It does, doesn’t it?” I said, smiling. “However, since I’ve had you forget our nightly training sessions so far, convincing your awake self to stay onboard so you can move into my room might be a hard thing to accomplish. After all, to your waking self, it would appear as if a man, a stranger really,  invited you to stay in his cabin for another cruise. A self respecting woman like yourself would normally never accept such an offer. If we had a few days to properly associate and mingle, then maybe the proposal would make more sense to you while you weren’t in this hypnotized state. Therefore, I don’t believe this solution would work if we do nothing to help it along. What do you think my dear?”

“I… I agree…” she said softly. “I would never… Accept to move in with a man I don’t know…”

“As I thought…” I said, releasing her cheek from my touch. “You’d need me to help things along. Help you like I’ve trained you by implanting the idea in your mind and making it grow until your awake self will believe the idea was all its own. Since your awake self has no idea that it wants to be part of my show and we need it to stay that way if we want people to truly believe you are a normal volunteer, we need to come up with a logical reason for us to move into the same room. What do you think my dear? What would make the most sense to you?”

It took a moment for my words to sink in, but once they did, her cheeks noticeably blushed as an idea materialized in her mind.

“It would make sense… For me to move into your room…” she said softly. “If… If we became lovers…”

“I see… That would certainly make the most sense…” I said. “My hypnotic talents are great, however, for that idea to properly take root in your mind overnight, you would have to already be, at least a little, attracted to me. Tell me my dear… Are you attracted to me?”

“HHmm… Yes…” she said, faintly squirming. “I am… Mildly attracted to you…”

“Excellent!” I said. “Then I believe it is possible for me to use our hypnotic evening together to convince your mind that we are lovers. And if that succeeds like I expect it will, then it will be easy to implant the desire you need to ask me to move into my room. Is that what you wish me to do with you tonight? Do you wish me to hypnotize you into believing you are my lover for the purpose of continuing your training as my show’s perfect subject?”

Of course, I already knew her answer because I had been slowly building up to it all week during our sessions, but it was still fascinating to see her faintly smile as the answer formed in her mind.

“Yes…” she whispered. “That’s exactly… What I want you to do with me…”

“Then that’s what I shall do once we reach my cabin.” I said, smiling as I extended my hands outwards. “Since there’s no reason to delay here any longer, why don’t we adjourn to my cabin so I can deepen your trance and work on your mind until your attraction for me grows to a point where it will convince your waking self that you want to stay on board for me…”

She smiled a little more as she nodded and took a step forward. In her trance state, she already knew the way to my cabin so all I had to do was follow her. Which gave me a nice view of her curves as she took step after step towards her future. I couldn’t help but lick my lips at the thought of her living with me and be completely open to my hypnotic influence. No more working around her schedule to steal away an hour or 2 when possible. Starting tomorrow, she’ll be eagerly waiting for me in the comfort of my cabin. Available to be tranced at all hours to truly deepen my influence and control without worry that someone could disturb us.

Under those types of conditions, I’ll have all the time in the world to properly train and condition her to be my obedient little cabin mate that will have no other desire except to fulfill my own. The thought of her body being utterly at my disposal was making my blood boil and it made me wonder how much sexual experience she already had.

Then again… It doesn’t really matter what type of experiences she’s had because I’ll have plenty of time to show her all the tricks and techniques I like most. Hmm… What a lovely toy she’ll make for me to play with…