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Train the Mind. Condition the Body. Become Master's Property
The clanks of metal, and the grunts of exertion echo across the large room. The whirrs of machines fill the air, as light music plays. These sounds becoming the ambience that fills and resonates throughout the room. This large place filled with all sorts of metal, plastic, machine, and muscle. No one noticed or realized these things. Then again, no one, not a single soul notices that everyone is wearing the new fling. A black and pink visor on every constituent in the place. Even the employee behind the desk is wearing one. Big burley bears bare skinned, building their back and biceps. Lean ladies leaning into their folds as an entire room filled of participants, practice yoga in absolute unison. It all seems normal at a quick glance. However, it becomes uncanny the closer you look. It is unnerving to see each and every person in this place wielding little to no awareness of each other. Each participant of this gym paying no mind to a single other individual within its walls. Then again, very few of them have any mind to pay anymore.
The lynx girl pays no mind herself. Stepping over to an empty treadmill, she neatly folds and rests her towel beside the machine. Perfectly folded and resting, with all her assortments on top. This action, conducted ritualistically, as if practiced and repeated many times before. There they lay in the open, for all to see. She does not think of locking them away. She never does. Then again, she doesn't think of many things now days. But it was nothing to worry about. After all, no one cares. no one notices. As they have no mind for anything but for their workouts, for themselves as well. Their minds were made up. All who come here to this gym are there only to condition their bodies. They are here to train their minds And as always, they are there to improve themselves for their mistresses and their masters.
The lynx steps onto the treadmill graciously. The act too familiar. The process routine. Her actions have become so repetitive. The process, the workout, the conditioning had been completed so many times before; that it took little to no thought of mind to do them once more. The treadmill began to stir. The belt began to spin. Slowly it woke along with something else within her. The whirring of the machine growing with intensity. And as it does, so does the vibrator that rests within her pussy lips. Every day, after her master has her way with her, she will place it in. Just as natural as brushing her teeth, showering, making her master breakfast; the lynx girl places that bullet in. Only then does her day truly begin. Never is she without the bluetoothed vibrator. Any time, any place she may be, she has it pushed deep inside her pussy.
Instructed by her master, her man, to have it in every day. That bullet builds up her triggers and conditioning. As planned, it pulsates pleasure to provide her guidance throughout her day. Rewarding her for being a good girl. Rewarding her for doing what master instructs her to do every day. No longer needing to decide what to do, what to decide, her thoughts have fallen to the wayside. Now she walks through her life in a haze. A pink, pleasurable haze, controlled by the pulsating bullet that plays and stimulates her body. The vibrator help deciding her directive, her purpose in her service to master every day. Leaving her no need to use her mind, to think, to decide what to do in this new life. It feels so good for her to give in to the pleasure. To simply submit the controls of her body to the pleasurable pink bullet that binds her will. Leaving her head as light as air, and her new brain box heavy and hot, forever lubricating. Dripping and drooling from her baby maker with every new pulse, every new command. Conditioning her body for the purpose of absolute service to her master, her man.
The treadmill begins to speed up, as the vibrations within her begin to build up. As it goes, her visor begins to expose her to her truths. Words wander onto the screen. This has become a normal thing. Words that wander on say the simplest truths. The words that appear before her have become her reality. As they flow before her eyes, she can hear her master speak them into her mind. "Strengthen the body. Lose the mind. No thoughts are needed. The body knows what's right."
Mantra after mantra are softly spoken into her thoughts. They scroll across her eyes. The are whispered from her lips. Bit by bit she can feel what is said becoming the only truths she can comprehend. "Condition the body. Please your master. You are his toy. Run Faster"
The machine accelerates more and more. From a nine minute mile to a seven minute mile. Where her body could not run any more than two miles before, she now could go on at this pace for no less than half an hour. He legs firm and flexible, her frame toned and shaped. Her muscles slim and strong. It had been almost half a year since she began, and now here she was. Almost at peak performance. Almost at the end of her body building training. "Sweat away all thoughts. Build my body every day. I follow master's commands. I obey"
The vibrator intensifies its rhythm, pulsating with every completed mantra that is spoken. Rewarding submission. Providing pleasure and purpose for this mindless girl. The pulsating pink bullet deep inside her provides purpose, provides pleasure, directs her in her service. Her service to her master. Making her a mindless girl. A good girl. A giddy girl. A flexible fucktoy. A perfect pleasure piece that loves to provide any service her master desires. The juices begin to flow between her legs with as much vigor as the words that flow from her lips now. Shaking, quivering as her body floods with the fires of pleasure that are only obtained in the service of her master. "I run for master. I cum for master. I run for master. I cum for master."
There she goes. On and on. Reciting the words that scroll before her that are spoken to her. Feeling her mind melt one more time. Dripping, draining down her spine. Feeling it fill and flood her love box. Overflowing the destroyed damn. The thoughts that once were hers now become nothing but stains upon her sports shorts, her thighs, and the floor. A string of stains and splatters from this session and before are evident more and more, as the last of her free will becomes nothing more than what you see rotate past on the treadmill belt. Mantra after mantra overflowing her mind. She can feel them training it, binding it to the sublime purpose that her master has designed. Her fate decided. Her body made perfect. Her master's perfect fuck toy continues her fun run, as everything that once was her sweats and drips out of her one last time.
Artist: ChiralChimera
Writer: Twofaceddragon
Oh boy! Quite the extreme piece this time. Quite the long read as well. Let me know before what you think of the piece, and if you think this is a good rout for the story to go. Then again, we all know how it will end. It's more whether or not you like reading from her end or her man's. Let me know down below what you think ^.^
As always I want to thank the amazing Miss ChiralChimera ChiralChimera for the artwork she provides. It makes this all the better in my eyes.
Anyways. I hope you all enjoyed. Let me know what you think. And as always, have fun, be safe, and always have consent. ^.^
bardmine4
MemberAmazing work the story is continuing down a interesting route for it.
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