I wake up on the table in a hotel, which is walking distance from my home, where I had just spent several hours being physically pleasured on, while at the same time being emotionally tortured by the man I love more than life itself. The beautiful muscular men that were my spectators up to this point are now in robes and are gently wrapping me in a soft velvet robe of rich emerald green. One picks me up and carries me out of the room to a large chamber that is steamy with lavender scented mist, where he then carefully sits me on a warm throne like chair and opens my robe. He then says he is going to carry my naked battered body to the where he will wash away my aches, pains and tears.
The beautiful god of a man, whose is blond with short crew cut hair, lifts my naked body up from the throne like chair and walks with me down the steps to the small pool sized sunken tub. Warm water coats me gently with each step he takes down into the prepared bath. This muscled servant of mine lowers me down so that my feet touch the bottom of the tub, whereupon he tells me to lean against him as he washes every part of my body. I'm hazy with lust and swaying in a daze as I feel his calloused hands caress and cleanse my body, scraping across my tender nipples, over my still quivering belly, and between my battered pussy lips.
This gentle giant of mine gently rubs my pussy as he slides his fingers in and out of me scrubbing me clean. He then moves to stand behind me, with one hand on my waist keeping me steady, while the other washes my shoulders and back. He slowly moves to my lower back and the small crevice at the start of where my body splits in two. He then slides his hand down the parted valley and gently caresses my swollen puckered asshole. He swirls his soapy fingers around and dips them in a little here and there, for this is not about invading this already violated orifice, but rather to just cleanse and sooth.
Once cleaned and rinsed my attendant scoops me up and carries me out of the tub, places me on my throne, then towel dries me, from my toes to the tip of my nose. Once completely dry, my muscled gentle giant pulls me up and leans me against the wall so he can rub me down with the therapeutic scented oil that was specifically chosen to be rubbed all over my aching body. He pours a copious amount in his rough calloused hands and rubs the oil deep into my skin, kneading and massaging all my sore cramped muscles. Once he has covered my whole body he then picks me up into his strong arms and carries me to yet another room where he places me on fluffy warm bed.
Once in bed I look at him lovingly and feel a yearn to kiss him deep. However, he refuses my amorous advance and tells me to close my eyes and sleep, for the Commander has a whole new adventure planned for me tomorrow. Reluctantly I shut my eyes and, because of all my body has endured and been subjected to, I drift off to sleep with visions of erotic pleasures and nightmares dancing in my head.
The last thought I can remember before sleep claims me is whether or not I am going to forgive the Commander for his cruelty? As I ponder, I also wonder if I am going to continue this "symphony" of pain, pleasure, temptations and tortures, or am I going to leave the symphony halfway through?
Dear Lord, what am I going to do?
I wake up feeling refreshed, sore but restored. Still nude I get up, check my phone and am shocked to see that it is already 12:30 p.m. I then quickly check the fitness center schedule and see that there is a yoga class focused on stretching at 1 p.m. I dig through my bag that was obviously packed for me by The Commander- ugh I am so pissed at him I don't want to think about him! I find in the bag my black yoga pants and hot pink yoga top. The Commander either packed my bag or gave explicit instructions to someone of what to pack, because the hot pink top that is packed is his absolute favorite. I then put on my yoga clothes, grab my keys and a bottle of water. Then, as I'm leaving my room I see my phone again, I debate whether to take it or not, then hit the reject button and with a flick of my long red hair I turn off the phone and head out the door.
I arrive at the fitness center with 15 minutes to spare, so I grab a yoga mat, then spread it out at the front of the room and start my stretching and meditation. I lay on my back and pull one leg close to my chest, so as to relieve the feeling of cramped sore muscles in my leg. I then pull harder and bring my knee close to my nose. The burn of the stretch feels amazing in my legs and ass muscles that were well worked the night before.
I then switch legs and repeat, letting a small sigh of contentment escape from my lips. My eyes are closed to help the meditation aspect of my practice, but I soon feel there is someone standing over me. I slowly open my eyes and see above me the most amazing, gorgeous specimen of a man standing directly over me smiling. I let my eyes wander up and see the shape of his very toned calves, to his even more toned thighs. I skip the mid section and move to his chest and shoulders. OH MY GOD they are amazing, for I'm a total chest and shoulder kind of woman.
I then look at his face and see he has beautiful hazel eyes, and a face that should be sculpted in stone it is so majestic. His hair is blonde, on the longish side, with an array of blonde variations that actually make me wonder if it's sun-kissed or maybe a little salon kissed. I then see his mouth, it's perfect, and I wonder what it would feel like to kiss those delicious lips. That's when those same yummy lips part and say " Hi, I'm Chandler, I'll be leading you through your session today. We have a few minutes before the class starts, would you like me to help you stretch deeper?" My mind is reeling, it takes me a few minutes to comprehend what he has said, but then it registers and I reply with a lusty smile, " Yes, please...I definitely need to be stretched, very deeply".
The very hot instructor proceeds to kneel at the end of my mat and pushes my legs apart wider. He takes one leg and pushes it up towards my head and leans in so his weight is partially pushing on my leg too. He rubs my leg gently helping to sooth the stretching muscles. I soon notice a few times as he's massaging my inner thigh his fingertips graze my pussy, and it's all I can do not to not convulse with desire. I can only imagine the wetness that must be staining my yoga pants.
Luckily they are black so it shouldn't be too noticeable. He then switches my legs and repeats the process. Once he's evened me out he stands and looks around, then looks at his watch and frowns. He says to me "It would appear that you are the only one to show up for this class so we can do our own little private class, or you can come back for the 5:30 class. What would you like to do?"
