Again

The next morning dawned bright and early, but you felt anything but refreshed. After the humiliating events of the previous day, you awoke with a mix of anxiety and anticipation. Your body ached from the wrestling match and the way Eleanor and Emily had dominated you, but a part of you craved more.

As you prepared for the day, you couldn’t shake the memories of the previous evening. The taste of their socks lingered in your mouth, the memory of their laughter echoed in your mind, and the thrilling rush of submission filled you with both embarrassment and excitement. You knew you were in too deep, but the allure of their power was undeniable.

Today, Amy had invited you to a private training session at a nearby gym, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was going to happen. The moment you stepped through the doors, you spotted her waiting by the entrance, dressed in her usual gym attire—tight leggings and a fitted tank top, accentuating her toned physique. The sight of her made your heart race, recalling the way she had orchestrated your humiliation the day before.

“Glad you made it,” Amy said with a playful smirk. “I think we should take things up a notch today.”

You followed her to a private training room in the back, your stomach twisting with anticipation. As you entered, your heart sank slightly. Eleanor and Emily were already there, each dressed in their workout gear, ready for another round of torment. Eleanor wore a pair of form-fitting black shorts and a cropped top that showcased her strong physique, while Emily opted for a tight sports bra and low-rise joggers, her Ugg boots replaced by sleek black sneakers.

“You’re just in time, Tom,” Eleanor said with a smug grin. “Amy has a fun plan for us today.”

“What’s the plan?” you asked cautiously, already dreading what they might have in store.

“Today, we’re going to do a little circuit training,” Amy explained, her tone almost teasing. “But every time you fail to complete an exercise, you’ll face a consequence.”

You swallowed hard, already knowing how this was going to play out. “What kind of consequences?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Eleanor stepped closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Let’s just say you’ll be paying for any mistakes you make. But don’t worry—we’ll make it… enjoyable.”

The circuit began, and you quickly found yourself struggling to keep up. Push-ups, squats, and planks all blended together as you pushed your body to its limits. But every time you faltered or slowed down, you could feel their eyes on you, judging, and it only added to the pressure.

“Come on, Tom! You can do better than that!” Emily called out, a wicked grin plastered on her face as she demonstrated the correct form beside you. “Don’t let us down now.”

With every rep, you could feel the humiliation creeping back in. You stumbled during a set of jumping jacks, and immediately, Eleanor stepped in. “That’s one failure, Tom. You know what that means.”

You braced yourself as she reached into her gym bag and pulled out a pair of her thick, used socks. The scent wafted toward you, and your cheeks burned with shame. “Gag time,” she declared, shoving the socks into your mouth again without hesitation.

“Now you really can’t talk back,” Amy chimed in, suppressing a laugh as you looked up at them, helpless and exposed.

The workout resumed, but each failure resulted in another piece of humiliation. The sock gag was a constant reminder of your submission, making you feel utterly powerless.

After several more exercises, you tripped during a set of burpees, collapsing onto the mat in a heap. You groaned in frustration, knowing what was coming next.

“Two failures in a row? You really are out of shape,” Emily taunted, stepping forward with a playful smirk. “How about we make this fun?”

Before you could respond, she reached for a nearby resistance band, wrapping it around your ankles and pulling it tight. “Now you’ll have to crawl to the next exercise,” she instructed. “And if you fail again, you know the deal.”

With your wrists still bound and your mouth gagged, you felt utterly humiliated as you began to crawl across the mat, the resistance band forcing you to strain your muscles even more.

As you reached the next station, Eleanor held out a pair of her leather boots, the heels glinting under the gym lights. “Before you continue, let’s see some real submission. Kiss my boots, and maybe I’ll let you move on.”

You hesitated, the heat of humiliation flooding your cheeks, but the pressure of their dominance and the thrill of submission drove you forward. You leaned down, pressing your lips against the cold, polished leather, feeling the weight of your degradation sink in deeper.

“Good boy,” Eleanor praised, a wicked smile spreading across her face. “Now, you can keep going.”

With each passing exercise, the humiliations piled on. You were **** to crawl on all fours, complete ridiculous challenges, and beg for forgiveness with the sock still stuffed in your mouth.

After what felt like an eternity, Amy clapped her hands together, signaling the end of the circuit. “You did well, Tom. But we have one final surprise for you.”

You looked up, curiosity piquing even through the humiliation.

“Time for some fun!” Amy exclaimed, leading you to a corner of the gym that had been set up for a makeshift wrestling ring. “Eleanor and Emily will be your opponents again, but this time, you’ll be competing for your dignity.”

You glanced over at Eleanor and Emily, who were both stretching, grinning as if they were about to unleash a new level of torment.

“Let’s make it a little more interesting,” Eleanor suggested, looking over at Amy. “How about if Tom loses, he has to wear whatever we want for the rest of the day?”

“You’re on,” Amy replied, clearly thrilled at the idea.

As you stepped into the ring, you felt the rush of adrenaline mixed with dread. The stakes were high, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that this time, the humiliation would be more intense than ever before.

Eleanor lunged at you first, and you instinctively tried to dodge, but she was faster, tackling you to the ground. You struggled, but she pinned you easily, forcing you to look up into her eyes as she laughed.

“How does it feel to be at my mercy again?” she taunted, her body pressing down on you.

You squirmed beneath her, trying to push her off, but she was too strong. You could see Emily circling you both, an eager smile on her face as she waited for her turn to join in on the fun.

“Ready to give up, Tom?” Emily teased, stepping closer. “Because if you do, I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

With a mix of embarrassment and desire, you shook your head, refusing to surrender. But as the wrestling continued, you quickly found yourself trapped between the two of them, each using their strength and cunning to keep you under control.

Eleanor held you down while Emily laughed, pouring cold water over your head from a nearby bottle. “Look at you—pathetic and wet, just like a little puppy,” she taunted, clearly enjoying the sight.

Just when you thought you had a chance to escape, Eleanor pulled your arm back, forcing you onto your knees. “Kneel and beg, Tom. Show us how much you want this.”

You could feel the humiliation rising again as you complied, dropping to your knees before them. The taste of submission filled your mouth as you stared up at them, your heart racing.

“I… I beg you,” you stammered, your voice muffled by the lingering sock gag.

“Good boy,” Eleanor said with a smug grin, clearly pleased with your submission. “Now let’s see if you can finish this match without embarrassing yourself even further.”

As the match continued, you knew you were in for a world of humiliation. But somehow, even in your most **** moments, you felt the thrill of submission washing over you, compelling you to surrender completely to their control.