Smoothing stride

Their weekend continued much the same at home: Molly was a constant display for him with her portable stages when she moved around, unless he had her crawling, and Paul kept his kilt on & often had her relaxing under there or flipping it up to take her at a moment’s notice. They were both highly contented and well used by the time Monday morning rolled around.

Even so, when Molly woke up before him, she took one last opportunity to spend time under his kilt before heading to work. While she usually loved seeing his appreciation as he woke up, being blinded by the kilt and never knowing when he was awake or asleep added an additional thrill as she sucked life back into his cock. His hand reaching down to hold her head through the kilt as he proceeded to wake up fucking her face answered the quest about his conscious state. Consuming the last of his creamy treat, she slid out from under his kilt, “good morning, Master,” she smiled cheerily.

“Morning, slut,” Paul responded catching his breath.

Looking down at her feet and the traitorous clock, she reluctantly asked, “may I remove these shoes and get ready for work, Sir?”

Paul groaned in response, “ugh! The weekend is over.” Smiling at her, he continued, “you may take them off and go get ready to **** under the overlords I loan you to at the salt mines.”

Giggling, she slides off the platforms, “oh thank you most Benevolent of Masters!” Crawling up to him, she gives him a kiss before continuing the playful banter, “I promise to bring you back much gold and riche, Sire.”

Kissing her and swatting her ass, he commands, “go get in the shower, you dirty slut, before I am tempted to savage you again. I’ll get to work on foraging up some grub for you travels in.”

Sliding off the bed and grabbing her well used heels, she smirks back, “you seemed to like it when I was dirty, Sir.”

Enjoying watching her saunter naked with the heels slung over her should bouncing back and forth, “never said it was a bad thing.”

Turning to wink at him as she closed the bathroom door, she turned on a very warm shower to scrub down the remnants of the weekend’s activities from her skin and wash off the plastic shoes to refreshen them.

Paul knew he’d need time in the shower too but was sure them both being in there would make her later than needed, so cooked her up breakfast in his kilt just to extend it a bit longer and see her off. With a full breakfast burrito and a healthy bowl of fruit, he had her all set as she exited the bedroom in her beautifully professional attire. “This should hopefully restore some of that energy expelled over the weekend.”

“Mmmm! Thank you so much, hun,” Molly appreciated while quickly consuming the burrito before looking at the clock, “Shoot! I’ll finish these at work; I need to get going.”

“Have a great day, beautiful!”

Kissing him on her way out, “thank you! You too, Sir!”

Tossing his kilt in the dirty clothes, Paul retreated to the bathroom to relax in his own shower; hoping she hadn’t emptied the water heater completely. Rewarded with a steady hot stream, Paul quickly took time to scrub himself down before taking time to just relax in the warmth before finally feeling the heat dissipate and the water threatened to turn cold.

As he finished patting himself dry, he saw Molly’s platforms sitting off to the side. Take a moment to pick them up and examine them, he felt a newfound respect for how in the heck she comfortably moved in them let looked so elegant.

Setting the heels back down, he grabbed the oil and began rubbing down his arms and legs to lock in the moisture.

Fully cleaned and refreshened, he went to get some training clothes. Grabbing the sky-blue set & trainers, he proceeded to do a full morning workout of squats, lungs, running, finishing with a good set of stretches before tackling work.

In the middle of his morning work session, he heard another delivery. Figuring it was something Trainer Bill ordered for today, Paul set an alarm to remind him to get it before the session and focused on work.

When the alarm finally went off, Paul saved his work and grabbed the delivery of two large plastic envelopes from the front porch, returning it next to the camera and setup before going through the growing list of things to do to get ready. Finding a kilt in blue tartan to match his training gear, getting a workout vest, some white lace socks, and putting on the new boots. With the wardrobe in place, he grabbed the gadget and training aid. Kneeling next to the jug, he puts his head fully down before starting to insert the latest aid. Still feeling resistance, he takes oil and lubricates more between his cheeks before trying again. Breathing slowly, Paul tries to relax. Thinking back to what Bill was telling him what to do. Replaying Trainer Bill’s voice through his head, Paul slowly began working the aid in and out, slowly making progress as he was able to relax.

As his heart pounding was getting faster, and his breathing quicker, he knew he needed to do this for Trainer Bill so he would be ready for him without wasting time. Faster, and faster he slid it, until finally it popped around the bulge with the base stopping at the entrance as he’s body attempted to suck it in before he finally relaxed.

With his head cooling on the tile before him and his ass flexing in the air, Paul had a goofy contented grin on his face thinking about how happy Trainer Bill was going to be with him as a euphoric buzz rushed through his body.

Knowing he needed to get in there to ensure Trainer Bill wasn’t waiting for him, Paul slowly stood up as a blood rush went through his head. He could definitely tell a difference in the height of these boots, but he wasn’t sure how Molly could possibly navigate her platforms as he deliberately took steps to get back to his spot, swaying his hips to keep the aid somewhat comfortable.

Reaching his spot, Paul carefully sat in his spot, deeply reminded of the invading aid inside of him, but breathing deeply, bowing his head, he tried to mediate past the discomfort.

As Bill connected, he was glad to see Bill was attempting a simple mediation and wearing his new kilt and boots. He was hoping the new shirts were here, but maybe tomorrow. He hated breaking mediation, but they needed to get moving on. “Hello, Paulie.”

Hearing Trainer Bill’s pleasant tone, Paul smiled broadly and slowly opened his eyes to look at him. Paul cheerily replied, “Hi, Trainer Bill,” punctuating it with a bit of giggle.

Bill was really glad to see his pleasant nature coming through and hoped it wouldn’t sour when he had him put in the training aid. “K, lets start with some stretches before we break out the training aid to do some work on the treadmill & vocals.”

Paul could feel a flush of embarrassment hit his head thinking he’d been over eager and about to upset Trainer Bill, “um, Trainer Bill, I, uh.... I already installed the training aid. I, uhm, didn’t want to waste your time.”

Bill was surprised Paul had taken the initiative, but could see the happy eagerness quickly fading to shyness as redness pushed through his tanned skin. Bill knew he had to do something to stem the tide of embarrassment. “Great!” Bill **** out. “I’m so glad you took the initiative; it really should help things go through today.”

Paul’s emotions seemed to take a full 180 as he heard the pleasure coming from his training partner’s voice. “oh, good! I’m so glad, Trainer Bill,” Paul blurted out as the big grin returned to his face. “Oh, also, Trainer Bill, those packages were delivered today, but I haven’t opened them as I didn’t remember other orders.”

“Oh perfect! I was afraid they hadn’t made it,” Bill responded. The glee from Bill seemed to wash over Paul and feed his euphoria. “Go ahead and open them; they’ll help with today.”

“yes, Trainer Bill,” Paul replied excitedly as he sat up on his knees to grab the bags, plopping back on his ankles. The training aid drove a bit further in illiciting a small yelp from Paul, followed by a sheepish giggle at his silly response, “sorry, Trainer Bill.”

Bill was well aware of what just happened, and chuckled a bit to, “quite alright, Paulie; open those up so you can see what I got you.”

Feeling a bit like a kid at Christmas, Paul ripped open the first bag and was greeted with an array of laced topped socks in a rainbow of pastel colors. The cliché of a kid getting socks for Christmas went through his head as he **** out a smile and only slightly held a giggle, “oh, yea, Trainer Bill.... socks.”

Bill burst out laughing, “okay its not an amazing tech gadget, but after seeing how the other ones worked with your boots, I was sure these would work well. While the colors are more muted than your training outfits, they should at least satisfy your desire to match.”

Paul was actually touched that Bill is thinking about ways to help him even if it isn’t the coolest package he’s ever opened and genuinely responded, “thank you, Trainer Bill, I will wear them with pride for you.”

“Next one, Paulie.”

“yes, Trainer Bill,” Paul responded as he ripped open a bag revealing fluttering white fabric. Unsure of what they are, Paul unfolded one. Holding it up revealed a flouncy, lace trimmed shirt. Looking around the shirt he raised an eyebrow at Bill wondering what the story was behind that.

“Ahh perfect! The pirate style ghillies to go with your kilts!”

Holding up some of the floppy trim, he still felt that there was something he was missing.

“So, we’ve been focusing on your foot movement and the interaction with your hips, which are critical & while you’ve made progress, they do still need work. However, we’ve only really focused on your upper body posture. And while that is definitely a good start, we need to start looking at how you’re moving.”

Bill could see some understanding from Paul but could still perceive some ****.

“As your feet land with each step, I’ve noticed you’ve landed hard on some steps and it forces a reverberation up your body, making it appear a bit too oafish. This would cause the fringes to flop excessively. To prevent that, you will need to soften your steps, minimizing the impact.”

“oh. Okay, trainer Bill,” Paul replied somewhat dismayed to hear his disappointment.

“Since the shirts got here and you’ve already installed the aid, go ahead & put one on and we can practice it.”

“yes, Trainer Bill.” <BUZZ> Paul visibly shuddered from the stimulation.

“Good, glad to see the gadget installed.”

Paul slightly flustered as he stood up, “always for you, Trainer Bill.” Gathering his balance, he realized what he had said. “Er, for each of your training sessions,” he corrected quickly as he tossed on one of the flouncy shirts and turned to get on the treadmill.

Bill was a little surprised by the slip up but was more concerned about the way he just tossed on the shirt. <ZAAP>

“Ow! Yes, Trainer Bill?” Paul said as he turned back.

“When you dress, dress appropriately. If you’re out cutting wood or digging a canal, sure, leaving a ghillie untucked to cool off is fine. However, at any other time, it should be neatly tucked in. It's important that you be dressed appropriately and look respectable. Understood?”

“Yes, Trainer Bill,” as he quickly shoved the hem of his shirt into his kilt.

<buzz> “That’s better, Paulie. Now get back up there and let's try that again.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill.” As Paul got up on the treadmill, he looked at the reflection in the mirror. Seeing the view from just below the shoulders down to his boots, he felt almost disassociated like he was looking at someone else. The pirate shirt over the tartan kilt ending above his knees with the smooth, tan, toned legs going into high heeled hiking boots with the lace socks hanging out the top. While he admires the look & style, it just seemed a bit foreign.

“Okay, start at a slow pace and watch your steps, keeping focus on them.” Bill paused long enough to let him get a few steps. “Once you feel that’s right, slowly follow your legs and watch the sway of the kilt & the movement of your hips.”

“As you see that smooth rhythm take shape, follow up to the shirt. Watch the fringe on the shirt,” Bill continued the instructions.

“See how there was that large bounce of the bring there? That was from a step where landed your foot flat down.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill.”

“Gently let the heel touch the ground as you roll your foot to the ball before finally putting weight on it. That will help smooth out your gait.”

Paul listened closely as he followed the direction and tried to follow, “oh, I see what you mean, Trainer Bill.” He could almost immediately feel the change in his perspective as the view evened out. <BUZZ BUZZ>

“Very good, Paulie. One thing to be careful of is that you only place the heel down but wait for the ball before shifting your weight. Those boots are very forgiving, but many shoes will break if you keep putting weight on the heel when it's at an angle.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill.”

They continued with tips and details for the next half hour. Paul watched the disembodied figure before him, correcting its actions as quickly as he could. Almost getting mesmerized at times, losing where his thoughts ended & Bill’s gentle directions began. The occasional buzz and zap did nothing to clear his head, but did let him minimize his need for cognitive processing but just let his brain deal with basic stimulation.

“Okay, Paulie, this is doing great and your taking good direction, but you need to work on your vocals too, so switch to that and I’ll keep an eye on you.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill,” Paul responded grabbing his earbuds, starting the track, and tries to focus on his gait & give Paul a good show.

Bill did have to correct him a few times, but all-in-all, he was pleased with the progress, even if daunted by the tasks ahead; not the least of which was that pitch of his voice. As they reached the end of their scheduled time, Bill buzzed Paul to get his attention.

“Yes, Trainer Bill?” Paul said taking out a bud while keeping his stride.

“Let’s go ahead and close out.”

“Yes, Trainer Bill,” turns as he gracefully moves to kneel at his spot. Wincing as the aid pushes further in as his bottom bumps against the heels of his boots.

"Good job today, Paulie. I am really pleased with how the shirt works & how it’s improving the motion are better, but still more work needed. The voice has some improvements, but definitely something to resolve over time."

“yes, Trainer Bill,” Paul replied excitedly hearing how please Bill was.

“Make sure these shirts are party of your training attire going forward. You still doing your morning workouts?”

“Yes, Trainer Bill.”

“Good. Don’t want you to backtrack or loose the progress you’ve already made.”

Paul was glad to hear his concern, “I won’t, Trainer Bill.”

“Alright, keep it up! Will catch your tomorrow. Bye, Paulie.”

“Bye, Trainer Bill.”

Paul stood up happy with all the progress. Hanging up his new shirts in the office closet, loading up laundry, and cleaning the aid, Paul cleaned up everything before starting some stir-fry for diner.

As he finished dinner, Molly came in exhausted but excited to see him. With a flirtatious dinner & a night snuggling on the couch, they had a quiet, comfortable evening before heading to bed.