Exercise

You spent the next two hours stretching, running, lifting, and otherwise exercising while your head was encased in a latex puppy hood. Alongside you were five other slaves who were also naked save for the headwear that made them anonymous. By lunch time you were all sweaty, panting, and exhausted beyond the ability to speak. The trainer was telling you how a healthy and fit **** makes for a satisfied master. Lunch was a mash of what looked like dog food, but tasted like some kind of oatmeal. It was, according to your trainer, a special diet meant to subtly change the way your digestive system works in order to eliminate all waste products except for sweat and piss, and increases your libido and metabolism while decreasing refractory time between orgasms down to only a minute or two, even for men and trans women. The diet would only need to be followed for a couple months, but every meal would have to include a set of the mash.

After lunch you were paired off with each other. Your partner was a short guy with dark skin and an average sized cock. A timer on the wall began counting down from 60 minutes.

“Make your partner have as many orgasms as possible within the time limit. The person in each pair who gives their partner more orgasms will be the winner. Begin.”