The Instructress Pt 06

Mateo was standing in his office. No: her office. It was funny how he sometimes still thought of the room as his, but since he'd sold the gym to Mistress, the office, like everything and everyone else in the building, was hers.

It all belonged to her. That felt right. Mateo's cock throbbed. He remained standing still at one side of her desk, though, hands at his sides. Because those had been her instructions.

His mind wandered occasionally from the overwhelming mental image of Mistress's hips and ass rocking back and forth, swaying in the perfect rhythm she trained him with every day. It was so good of her to train him. Mateo was so lucky. He belonged to such a sexy, perfect Mistress, and it was so good of her to run the gym for him, so he could...

*So I can...* Mateo's brow furrowed for a moment. Then his face became placid and blank again.

So he could stand at attention. Just follow her instructions. Yes, that felt so right. His cock throbbed. The desire to touch himself was dim underneath the pleasure of obeying Mistress.

Come to think of it, Mateo didn't really remember selling the gym to Mistress. You'd think such a momentous occasion, selling the business he'd built with his literal sweat for ten years, you'd think he would...

But the details weren't important. She took care of the details.

That felt right. Mateo's cock throbbed.

Instead of growing restless at his arousal, his body relaxed. He became more completely still. His body was strong enough to hold itself at attention all day. His cock was strong enough to stay hard and throbbing, without release, for as long as his Mistress wanted.

Whatever she wanted. That felt right. His cock throbbed.

Mateo did remember Mistress reassuring him she would work out all the details of the sale of his business. All the details of how he would give ownership to her. He didn't have to worry about a single thing. All he had to do was follow her instructions.

He remembered being on his knees before her divine body as she explained this to him. As always, he was so entranced by her every perfect curve and muscle that it was hard to follow the thread of what she was saying, but that was ok. All Mateo had to do was listen and gaze longingly at her, pumping his cock--unable to cum, unable to stop, her voice whispered those words deep inside his head whenever he got even slightly hard--all Mateo had to do was stop thinking and just follow her instructions.

*Oh, yes. Fuck.* That felt so right. His cock throbbed. His cock was following her instructions perfectly. The rest of Mateo's body remained still, and that was following her instructions, too. He was so grateful to Mistress for training him so thoroughly.

Mateo's mind had emptied again of everything but her swinging hips, her flexing ass, and his eternal gratitude, when Kalista strode into the office. She had just worked out and showered and her skin was flushed and radiant. The heat of her hard-working body carried her clean scent to her slave. She threw herself into the chair behind her desk, not even sparing him a glance, and sighed in relief.

He would have sighed, too, in pleasure at her presence, if she permitted him to make a sound.

"Ah, fuck," Kalista swore, checking her watch, "they'll be here any minute."

She unlocked Mateo's--no, *her* laptop to review some notes, and snapped her fingers in his direction, not bothering to look up. At the sound of her perfect fingers clicking together, Mateo remembered he'd been holding the post-workout shake he'd made for Mistress this whole time. He'd forgotten all about it. He handed it to her. Mateo's slow, simple thoughts ground to a halt entirely as his Mistress looked up at him for just the moment it took to grin and wave him back into position.

As he stepped back against the wall next to the desk, his presence in her office no more important than the coatrack by the door, his cock throbbed. Following her instructions was so fulfilling.

There was a knock on the door. A tall blonde woman in a black tracksuit entered, her movements as confident and powerful as Kalista's were. Mateo recognized her as the VP of Marketing for Power Athletics, and he was dimly aware she was here to discuss a big business deal with Mistress, but he couldn't remember if Mistress had told him that or if he'd just overheard her on the phone.

With a throb, the memory faded. Mateo knew it wasn't important to remember anything he heard in his Mistress's office. The meeting didn't concern him and as soon as it was over, he'd forget all about it. He didn't need to remember, because Mistress handled all the details for him. And that was so good of her. It felt so right. His cock throbbed.

He'd drifted into sexual fantasies about Mistress again and missed the start of their conversation. The visitor was now seated across from Kalista, one leg crossed ankle over knee and her arm draped over the back of her chair; she didn't seem at all like a supplicant, even though Mistress was so completely in control behind her desk here in the gym she owned.

"...seems like the new arrangement suits everyone involved," the blonde woman was saying, and her piercing blue gaze skewered Mateo for a moment. His cock throbbed, and he forgot to realize he was being referred to.

Kalista took a long sip of her shake before she answered. "Mmhm, I've got everything running just the way I want it. We've already got our plans for the next year, and we're predicting big year-over-year growth in membership. We'll be more than ready to open our second location under your branding by Q4, and I want to open two more gyms in the year after that. You're getting in on the ground floor."

The visitor looked over some papers Kalista handed her and nodded, satisfied. "When our mutual friend at the Institute said you could deliver, I figured he meant it. You didn't disappoint."

"This place already has the rep," she continued, "and Power Athletics has the money and reach to go nationwide. All we needed was the entry point."

The blonde's intense gaze rested on Mateo again. "And how does he feel about all this? Having his business subsumed into an outpost of ours?"

Mateo's cock twitched in anticipation. Mistress had prepared him to answer a question like this, and he was as ready to be called upon as he'd ever been in school.

"The elephant in the room?" Kalista laughed. "I figured you wouldn't be able to leave that alone. Well, Mateo? How do you like this deal?"

"I am happy everyone is getting what they want, Kalista," Mateo said, just as she'd instructed him. He was proud of himself for not even stumbling a little over his words when he called her "Kalista" instead of "Mistress".

She turned and favoured him with her smile. "I'm so glad to hear that, Mateo," she said. Her approval made his whole body shudder with pleasure. For a moment, he forgot the other woman was even in the room.

But the VP of Marketing spoke once more. "And you don't mind surrendering ownership, Mateo, and just being a personal trainer?"

He turned back to her and met her cold blue eyes. Mistress had prepared him for this, too, and it was the easiest thing in the world to open his mouth and let her words emerge.

"No, it's so much easier this way. I don't need all the stress of running the gym. You and Kalista can do that--I can finally get back to helping people with their fitness. You know, doing what I love."

The blonde woman smiled sardonically and returned her attention to Kalista. Mateo, having followed his instructions, felt his mind going blank, and he straightened up a little as he stared into space. It was so pleasant to let the women's conversation wash right over him.

When next he was fully aware, the woman from Power Athletics was gone. Kalista had turned her chair towards him. He was standing closer to her now, though he had no memory of moving, close enough she could tease his cock through his shorts. The touching was purely for her amusement--he was already as stiff and aroused as he could imagine. He probably would have cum during the earlier conversation, after he'd followed her instructions so well. But Mistress had trained the urge to orgasm out of him almost completely, and he was so grateful. It was much better to be hard and ready for her all the time.

The look in Kalista's eyes told Mateo she was glad he was ready. She was in the mood to use him for her pleasure.

Kalista stood and ran her hands possessively over his muscular arms and chest, powerful yet passive under her control. She tugged his shorts down. His cock was dark and visibly throbbing, and Kalista's nostrils flared as she licked her lips. She stepped out of her tights and underwear and leaned over the desk. She had to wiggle her ass only slightly to make Mateo step forward, zombielike, and grasp her hips, his desperate, denied cock seeking entrance.

He knew no other purpose than her pleasure.

Kalista pressed herself against the desk and shut her eyes, hiking up her hips to let him in more easily. She sighed in bliss as her slave filled her pussy.

"Ohhh, that's my good little slut. How am I supposed to have you standing there stiff as a statue all day without wanting your cock to please me?"

It was a rhetorical question, which was good because Mateo couldn't think of the answer. He couldn't think at all, lost in the ecstasy of serving his purpose, thrusting his cock into Mistress's perfect body, never stopping, never cumming, for as long as she wanted.

"After this, we'll go home and I'll tell 'Nique the good news. Or maybe you will. Tell her about--mmmm!--how we're rebranding your former property.

"And you can... you can make us dinner, slut. Ohhh!"

Mateo nodded dumbly, seeing only the perfect shape of her back, the curves of her ass as he thrust his hips against them again and again. He didn't really need to understand Mistress's words. She was mostly speaking just to turn herself on. Mateo knew he'd follow whatever instructions she gave him. That was all he needed.

"If you please us really well tonight, slut," Kalista said, gasping as her pussy clenched around her slave's cock, "maybe I'll instruct you to remember how to cum."

Mateo was too far gone to understand, but a deep, grateful part of him pulsed in anticipation.

The End