Sadie submits to her trainer

“Hello? Sadie? Earth to Sadie?” The man pulls me so that I’m standing, but thankfully keeps holding me as I’m not sure I wouldn’t just fall over otherwise. When he actually snaps his fingers in front of my face, I realize I haven’t said anything and have just been staring at him while standing like a limp noodle in his arms this entire time.

“Oh, God… I’m sorry. Umm… yes, I’m, uh… I’m Sadie.” My new feminine voice sounded nice this morning. Now I’m suddenly wondering how it sounds to this man. Is it a straightforward feminine voice? Is it sing song? Is it too high pitched and bimboesque?

Marley laughs and moves his hands down to my hips, continuing to steady me while giving me more chance to stand on my own. “No worries, Sadie. Look, why don’t we step inside. I’m pretty sure you don’t want the neighbors seeing you in your yoga pants. You know, with the bulge and all.”

All the color drains from my face as what Marley says sinks in. If someone were looking at us, they could clearly see my groin between his muscular legs. And if they were looking closely enough they’d see… I find that suddenly I CAN stand on my own and spin around to rush inside.

“Atta girl!” Marley laughs as he steps in and closes the door behind. He drops his gym bag on the floor and puts his hands on his hips, growing a little serious. “Now, before we move forward, your reaction says you were expecting something different. I understand this was set up by your friend Sarah, but what exactly has you so spooked? Some things are okay to be surprised about, but I have to tell you, some things are NOT okay.”

Realizing I may have insulted him in some way I start to answer immediately. “Oh, I’m sorry about that. I was just taken by surprise. I didn’t expect you to be…” I have to stop myself as the ‘expect you to be a man’ might be the ‘not okay’ thing he was talking about. I imagine many women prefer having a female trainer and he might be insulted if I feel the same way. “… “ my mouth opens and snaps shut as the next thing out of my mouth is almost assuredly insulting. I can’t say that I’m surprised by him being black. Even if I tried to explain that it’s surprising because my friend is making me watch porno with women like me sexually worshiping men like him, I wouldn’t get far. He’d think I’m a racist long before he thought I was a pervert.

Realizing I’ve frozen again and now look like I’m trying to hide something I say the first thing that comes to mind and isn’t that he’s a man or that he’s black. “Sorry, I just didn’t expect you to be so big.”

Marley’s face relaxes into a smile, and I mentally slap myself, wondering if that came across as flirting. My fear is made into reality as Marley reaches a hand down past his tight-fitting tank top to his very tight bike shorts. His tight bike shorts that clearly show he is in fact very ‘big’ down there. “Yeah, sorry about that. The gym I work out gives us these shorts and I probably should wear something else, but it was the first thing I saw this morning. This isn’t going to be a problem, is it? I mean, it’s not more revealing than what you’re wearing.”

Realizing he’s talking about my own pants and my own bulge I look down at my feet and feel like my entire face goes crimson. Before I can pull myself together, I see his shoes step up to me and feel his fingers under my chin. With gentle **** Marley pulls my face up so that I’m looking right up into his eyes. I can immediately see that he regrets what he said. “Look, now I’m sorry. That was rude of me. I’m the one that said you needed to wear something like this. I know it must be a lot to go through a transition like this into womanhood and you’re very brave for taking this step.”

Surprisingly he pulls me into a hug and rubs my back. “I’m gonna promise that I’ll never refer to that again. Not unless it gets in the way of some exercise. Which honestly, it shouldn’t. You’re a lovely woman and I’ll treat you just like that. And don’t worry…” he again directs me to look up into his eyes as he smiles confidently “… a lot of my trainees find me sexually attractive. It actually helps the workout!”

As Marley puts his hands on my shoulders and steps back from me, I realize he’s taken this completely out of context. As I open my mouth to let him know I wasn’t flirting, that I’m not a woman and most certainly not attracted to him, he puts his finger on my puffy lips, stopping me from saying anything. “Nuh uh… not a word. It’s all fine. Let’s get to working out, okay?”

Tuning around he starts to look over the equipment while I feel all the blood in my body either heading to my already blushing face or my already swollen member that’s locked away. “Hmm, this all looks fine. Before I teach you how to stretch, let’s go over some ground rules. First, I’m being paid to be here. But that does not mean you dictate to me anything regarding our workouts. Not what we do, not how we do it, not when we start nor when we stop. I’m the trainer and you’re the trainee. If you don’t like what we’re doing, we can discuss it after the workout, but not during. And if we disagree afterwards, it’s simple. I leave. I’ve been doing this for years and can promise that I’ll get you into the shape you want.”

He turns and looks at me again. This time I can see him calculating as his eyes seem to reach out and touch every part of me. “I’ve worked with several women that wanted to enhance their feminine nature. They started out plain and normal and by the end of our contract they could have walked down the runway in Milan. You already have most of the body, so this will be relatively easy.”

Wait… did he just say it would be easier to make me into an ultra-feminine woman as opposed to a real woman? “Next up is that trainer, trainee, relationship. It’s easy to slip into a friendly relationship as we’ll be moving and working very close together. So, to keep this formal I want you to call me Sir. If you feel the need to use my name, it’s Sir Marley. And to be honest, this works a lot better if you focus on what you’re doing and what I’m saying instead of trying to speak. The more silent you are, the better.”

Marley… Sir… takes a long look at me and seems satisfied with what he sees. “And finally, there’s the touching. I find it far faster to tell you want I want you to do, then help you get into the right positions physically. That will require me touching you. A lot. In places that you might not be used to being touched. These are not sexual in nature, they’re just intended to get you into the right positions and help you meet your goals. Now, do you think you can follow these rules?”

I stand dumbfounded as I go over exactly what Marley is laying out for me. I have to do as he says. That makes sense, although it sounds more than a little ominous. I have to call him Sir. Again, it makes sense in a creepy kind of way. And finally, he’s going to touch me. I’d actually prepared myself for that one, but it was mentally getting ready for a woman to touch me. Not a man. But at the end of the day, he was a trainer, and I was his trainee. He seemed confident that he could help me and every bit he helped would help me earn money. He already knows my deepest secret, so if I said no and he left, we’d just have to find someone else and maybe let them in on it. Something I’d rather not do.

With a nod I step forward and reach out my hand “Deal!”

He looks at my hand and shakes his head. “I like things formal. Tell me that you can follow these rules.”

I slowly let my hand drop to my side, physically feeling his disapproval. “Yes, I can follow your rules.”

Marley’s raised eyebrow tells me something else was wrong. It took me a moment before I clenched my jaw and did as he wanted. “Yes, Sir. I can follow your rules.”

His response is simultaneously condescending and happy and sends a confusing thrill through my back. “Good girl.” I don’t have time to consider what’s going on as he starts right into the day’s work. “Let’s start out with a simple cobra stretch to start. Begin by lying face down on the yoga mat.”

I lay down on the mat, resting my cheek on it so that I can keep my eye on Marley. Moving over to me he kneels on one knee and I hear his voice coming from above. “Okay, what you’re going to do is point your toes and press them into the mat. Keep your hips pressed down as well. They’re not to come up. Then you curve your back and press your shoulders up with your arms, keeping your palms flat on the mat. When we have you fully limber, you’ll be able to have your arms perpendicular to the ground and you’ll be able to face fully forward. Go ahead and show me what you’ve got.”

I focus on following what he said. I move my toes on the mat. I let my hips stay relaxed as I move my arms to lift my upper body up while curving my back. As I near the end of my flexibility I see that I’m nowhere near perpendicular with my arms and my gaze, when looking forward, is at the floor several feet in front of me.

Marley seems happy though. “Good effort. You’ve got the basics of it. But… let’s keep those hips down…” I feel his hand land softly on my lower back, just at the curve of my new ass and press down. I let out a little “ooof” as he actually presses my cage into the floor as well as my hips. “…and curve your back…” his hand keeps in contact with me as it starts to glide up my back. It moves all the way up to the back of my neck then back down to the curve of my ass and pressed down again. “…and keep your gaze forward.” Marley’s free hand cups under my chin and tilts my head to look straight forward. I can feel my neck protest being pulled that far back. Even if I wanted to vocally object, his hand’s position is preventing me from opening my mouth.

Just as I feel I can’t take any more Marley changes his grip to the back of my jaw with his thumb on one side and fingers on the other. He’s almost in a **** position without putting any pressure on my throat. I don’t feel in danger, but it’s not a comforting position either. At the same time, he presses down hard on my lower back and pulls up on my head, forcing me to actually move my arms and curve my back further. “Good girl. Hold this for 5, 4, 3, 2, and 1. Good stretch. Now slowly come back out and lie supine again.”

He helps me relax my upper body forward. When he has me lying flat again, he leaves his hands in position as he says “Remember to breathe. You were holding your breath there for a bit too long. Proper breathing while stretching increases circulation, relaxes the body and helps get rid of lactic acid buildup. Breathe in for three, breathe out for four. Count it out in your head. Inhale, 2, 3, exhale, 2, 3, 4. Hold for a beat and then repeat. Let’s try that again.”

I now see why he left his hands in place as he guides me up while holding my hips, and my cage, down. I’m reminded as I feel my back stretch that I’m not breathing by Marley starting to count. “In, 2, 3, out, 2, 3, 4. Hold.” Once I get to the place, I feel is close enough he directs my face forward, presses down on my ass, and again pulls me up a little more. “In, 2, 3, out, 2, 3, 4. Hold.”

He repeats my breathing three times while in this position and finally helps me back down. “Very good. We’ll keep working on that as you’re only about halfway to where you should be. Next up is the Child’s Pose. Start by kneeling, putting your rear on your heels.”

I pull myself up onto my knees then sit back until my heels are under my rear. Marley moves behind me and continues “Okay, you’re going to leave your legs in this position. You’re going to lean your body forward, reaching your arms up above your head. The idea is stretching your back in the opposite way we just did. Eventually you’ll be able to get your hands, your forehead, and your shoulders to touch the ground but let’s see how far you can get now.”

Raising my arms above my head, I slowly start bending forward. Just as I get to the point where I’m now stretching, I hear Marley behind me “Don’t forget to breathe. In, 1, 2, 3, out 2, 3, 4, hold.”

I pause for a moment to focus on my breathing but then feel something that makes me hold my breath in surprise. Marley’s legs on either side of my hips as he kneels down immediately behind me. I can feel his thighs touching my rear and even feel the bulge of his long penis pressing up against me. Frozen, I inadvertently hold my breath and start to move back up. But Marley is there to ‘help’. “Come on, breathe. In, 1, 2, 3, out, 2, 3, 4, hold.”

As he directs my breathing, I feel him move forward, pressing tighter against my rear, as his hands move over my back and start pressing on my shoulders. “Keep breathing and keep moving. I know you can do better than this. Let’s at least get those hands on the ground. Stretch. Breathe. Stretch…”

Marley keeps slowly but forcefully pushing my shoulders forward and downward as I feel my back stretch beyond what feels like it should be possible. I can breathe less and less as my breasts and chest are pressed into my legs, and all the while I can’t get the image of Marley right behind me, practically mounting me doggy style.

Finally, I feel the palms of my hands just barely touch the floor and Marley holds me there. “Good. In, 2, 3, out, 2, 3, 4, hold.”

As soon as I start to breathe in again, he slowly relents and lets me sit back upwards, directing my breathing the entire time. When I’m finally sitting upright with my back against his chest, he runs his hands down my sides and says right into my ear “There. Feel how your back feels much more limber? This is going to be our goal. Once you have all the stretches down, you’ll feel like an entirely new girl and will look forward to them.”

As he stands up, I can feel his absence from behind me. His heat is gone, and I feel a cool breeze in its place. Especially on my rear.

“That was very good Sadie. I think that’s enough for today. Wednesday we’ll try those again and move on to some more difficult stretches.”

I let out a little “eep” as I feel Marley’s hands reach under my arms and pull me up to stand. Turning me around he seems to either not have heard my surprised exclamation or is ignoring it. “Just because we’re not working out tomorrow, doesn’t mean I want you to sit around. These stretches can be done every single day. Tomorrow, I want you to work on these two stretches for five minutes apiece.”

Marley turns to look out the window then turns back to me. “And that’s my ride. Real quick, I like to end the sessions with an overview like this. I also always want to hear from you. This is the time for any questions, comments, or concerns. When we’re done, we simply thank each other. I’m thanking you for giving me good effort, you’re thanking me for training and pushing you toward your goals. So, any questions?”

My mind is racing and I couldn’t possibly ask the dozens of questions that come to mind. Instead, I simply shake my head side to side. “Good, then Thank you Sadie. See you Wednesday.”

He waits a beat then starts raising his eyebrow. Remembering what he said I stand up a little taller… wow, my back really is a little more limber… and say “Thank you.” I only pause a moment before internally cringing at both forgetting what he wants and for having to say it “Thank you Sir.”

Marley smiles, nods, and says “Good girl!” as he heads to the door.

As soon as he’s gone and the door is closed, I let out the long breath I’d been holding in and try to relax the stress from my shoulders. Yes, this was exercise. Just a couple stretches. I think I’ve even seen them on different websites. But his methods are…

Sarah’s surprised and angry voice comes from right behind me “What the fuck was all that!?”