Date: Sun, 14 Feb 2021 11:04:20 +1030
From: Zenna Swallows <zennaswallows@gmail.com>
Subject: My New Personal Trainer, Part 5 (TG Teen)

MY NEW PERSONAL TRAINER, PART 5
by Zenna Swallows

4 December

I seem to have settled into a lovely routine. Every morning I make Daddy
breakfast before he goes to work, then spend the rest of the morning
doing my chores. After lunch I go to Joy's place for a class, or do my
own workout at home. Then, either way, I hang out with Monique and Ashlee
at the shops or the cafe. Until it's time to go home to cook Daddy
dinner, of course. After that I watch tv, or play games, or hang out with
the girls online -- or all three all at once! Then it's bedtime and I
listen to my motivation recordings -- that's what Joy calls them anyway,
but I can never remember what was in them! All I know is that I'm
feeling happy and healthy -- so they're obviously working!

5 December

I had a brilliant training session with Joy today, just the two of us. I
really enjoy the classes with the other girls, but it was lovely to have
Joy all to myself again! She wanted to give me a lesson on how to suck
men's cocks in a way that makes them really happy. The first thing I
learnt was that you don't actually suck -- that's just a turn of
phrase. Trust me to misunderstand something like that! I'm such a silly
Kira! Although actually a little bit of sucking is okay, apparently,
provided you're careful. But it's really more licking and slobbering
and doing that strange thing I saw Jen do in class, where you push your
head back and forward really quickly while holding as tightly as you can
with your lips. Not easy! But I felt like I was getting the hang of it by
the end, and Joy gave me some lessons to do at home, with a banana of all
things! Joy said to make sure it's a nice long banana, because I also
need to get used to taking cocks down my throat without choking. If I'm
honest, that's not the nicest part, but I don't want to disappoint Joy,
so I said I'd do my best.

I noticed while I was doing my practising that Joy was watching me very
closely and seemed to be getting a bit fidgety. When we finished I gave
her a great big hug, and she seemed to shiver a lot. I asked if she was
all right and if there was anything I could do for her. She looked at me
strangely and said something quietly about not being supposed to play
with the merchandise -- or something like that. It didn't make any sense
to me, anyway. But she eventually asked me if it was okay if she gave me
a kiss and we had a bit of a cuddle. I said of course, I'd do anything
for her! So we kissed and I really enjoyed it and she clearly did too,
because in no time at all, she'd taken her boobs out and was getting me
to kiss them too! They weren't as big as the new ones Carla's got, but
they were much softer and felt more ... natural, if that makes any
sense.

Then things got really weird, because Joy took all her clothes off and
got me to kiss her cunny as well! I didn't even know you could do that!
Apparently it's called carpet munching, though I don't know why,
because you don't have to be on a carpet to do it, and it's much more
licking than eating! But Joy showed me what to do and I must have done it
right because Joy had ever such a lot of orgasms. She told me at the end
though that this had to be our little secret, and I mustn't even tell
Daddy. I was a bit sad about that, because I thought he'd find it
interesting. He does so like me to tell him everything I get up to. But I
promised.

Anyway, the good news is that there are now two more things that I know
how to do. I'm learning such a lot!

8 December

I did my second shift today at Mr Icke's house. I was expecting to do
some more dusting, like I did last week. But I had a different job this
week -- working in his office! I had to type some of his emails --
apparently he doesn't like computers-- and also do some filing. I was
expecting to have to wear the same funny black and white outfit that I
did last time. But while the colours (or lack, I suppose) were the same,
and so were the very high-heeled shoes, everything else was different. I
was given a very short and tight black skirt, a white top that was pretty
well see through, and the most gorgeous, wispy black stockings that just
felt wonderful on my legs. I also had to wear big, horn-rimmed glasses,
though with clear frames. I initially left my bra on, but when Mrs Dean
the housekeeper saw that, she was adamant that "Sir" would want to see
my itty bitty titties. She was right too, because he kept on mentioning
them and playing with them through the very thin blouse whenever he
could!

At first Mr Icke had me working at a separate desk. But then he got me to
come and sit on his lap, while I wrote down whatever he wanted to say in
his emails. I apologised that I was a very slow writer, but he didn't
seem to mind a bit. He also got quite distracted, especially when he was
stroking my legs or rubbing my nipples. But I realised I should edit out
some of his references to God and how good that felt or how beautiful I
was! Because I'm pretty sure that wasn't meant to go in his messages.

Eventually he said it was "time for a different kind of dictation" and
told me to get under the desk. I was a bit puzzled by that, because it
was fairly dark and I wasn't sure how I was going to be able to see
enough to write his words down. But he must have changed his mind,
because when I went down there he unzipped his pants, took his very stiff
cock out and announced that he was sure I knew what to do.

Well I didn't, but I could take a good guess! I decided to be very
daring and see if I could use my mouth rather than my hands. With all the
moaning, it was hard to be sure, but I think he liked it! He certainly
grabbed my head and helped me out just before he shot his goo down my
throat. And he made me do it twice more before I went home. The last
time, I swear I thought he was going to have a heart attack! I was a bit
worried, but you have to do what your boss tells you, right?

10 December

I had the strangest feeling today while I was walking past the local
boys' school with Monique and Ashlee. It seemed really familiar, almost
as if I used to go there quite regularly. Which is obviously wrong,
because -- it's a boys' school! And I'm a girl! I tried to remember
why I might have gone there -- maybe it was an old boyfriend I'd
forgotten? But the harder I thought about it, the more it seemed to just
slip away. In fact I forgot it completely when the three of us started
getting whistled at by some of the pupils there and we started teasing
them by lifting up our skirts and giving them a flash of our knickers.
Such fun! The only reason it came back to me was that I found what looked
like a jacket from the same school in a box in the back of a wardrobe in
the spare room. (I was putting away some of my tops that are too tight
now that my bust has grown a little, plus some pants that are too loose
for my smaller waist.) But when I asked Daddy, he said it might have been
left over from someone who used to live in the house. I just threw it
out. I mean it's not as if I'd ever want to dress as a boy!

11 December

Daddy asked me today why I kept buying bananas, when I didn't even like
them. When I explained, he got very excited. But he also seemed a little
hurt that I wasn't practising on him! I explained that I didn't want to
try blowing him up until I was sure I could do it properly. He looked at
me very strangely when I said that, and then laughed. Like, a lot. I
didn't get the joke, but that's okay, as long as he's happy! Anyway,
he wanted me to try it out then and there, but I persuaded him to wait
until after we go out for dinner tonight. I can tell he can't wait!

12 December

I really didn't know Daddy could cum that hard! Or that quickly either.

13 December

Something different today at class. There were some people with cameras
and special lights and big long poles with fluffy ends on them. Joy said
they were making a training film and to try to ignore them, but do the
best we could with our exercises. Well I always try to do that, of
course! They seemed to take a particular interest when we were doing our
special squats on the greasy pole, as we've taken to calling it. We've
all got a lot better at it in the last few classes -- it's going much
further in. I'm still not sure how I feel about it, but maybe it will
grow on me. But it certainly did something for Ashlee, because she
started to go faster and faster, really pushing down hard -- until all of
a sudden goo started shooting out of her clitty! I'm not quite sure how
it happened, because she certainly wasn't stroking herself. Because, you
know, that's not allowed. We asked, but she just said that having the
pole inside her made her feel really good, but it kind of depended on
hitting the right spot. A couple of the other girls said they could feel
something as well, but not enough to make them do cummies, as Monique
puts it. (She's so adorable!)

Anyway, we finished off the class with the usual happy ending -- except
for Ashlee of course, who'd already had hers! The lady who seemed to be
in charge of the camera crew asked if maybe we could kiss each other a
bit first and play with each other's titties. That seemed like a strange
thing to ask, but it's not as if we mind doing that sort of thing! To be
honest, I'd like to spend more time kissing Ashlee in particular -- I
get such a lovely feeling from it. But it was my turn to pair off with
Carla, and that did give me a chance to play with her huge new boobs,
which was great! Carla hasn't quite got her sucking technique worked out
yet, but that was okay, because it gave me the chance to slip my clitty
between her great big melons (her words!) and do my cummies all over
them! The camera people seemed really excited about that, for some
reason. When it was my turn, I had no problem in getting her to do hers
in my mouth. I think I'm getting good at this!

14 December

Daddy took a day off work today, to take me to visit the clinic where
I'll be going in a few weeks to get my Christmas present -- a new pair
of boobs! Or at least, some implants to make them bigger anyway! They did
a whole lot of tests on me, but the best bit was when they gave me all
these fake boobs to try out, to see which ones I'd like! They were
lightly glued onto my chest, then held in place by a bra. Very realistic
in terms of both size and weight, or so I was told. The biggest ones were
like a K cup -- and they were AWESOME! Until I tried to stand up, that
is, and fell -- well, not flat on my face, because I had a cushioned
landing! I'm sure I could get used to them eventually, but exercise would
be really hard. My back hurts just thinking about them. I settled in the
end for Ds, and I could tell Daddy was very happy with that! He was even
happier when we got back home and I gave him a special suckjob (I think
that's what it's called?) as a thank you!

15 December

A surprise when I got to Mr Icke's house today. He made me dress up in
the same outfit as last week. But instead of working in his home office,
he took me in his car to an office in the city! Well, I say car, but it
was a bit grander than that -- a big black vehicle, with seats facing
both ways and tv screens and everything. Mr Icke didn't drive, there was
a man in a uniform who did that. Mr Icke sat in the back with me. Well,
not so much with me as underneath me, because I was on his lap most of
the way. He's a very hands on boss! I asked him if he wanted me to do
anything else for him, but he said not today -- he was saving up for a
very special day next week, and besides I had other things to do and he
was sure I would do him proud. He had a twinkle in his eye when he said
that!

When we reached his building, which seemed to be the tallest in the city,
we took a special lift all the way to the top. The views were amazing!
But I didn't get to see them much, because he took me straight into this
boardroom, with a big oval table. It was empty when we arrived, except
for a very pretty young woman who was dressed exactly the same as me.
Although she was maybe a bit older, we looked like twins -- she even had
the same size boobs! (For now anyway -- just wait till I get my Christmas
present!) Her name was Daisy and she was so sweet. She took me off to get
some glasses of a very bubbly drink, which we had to put on trays and
then serve to a whole lot of people -- men mostly, all in suits -- who
came into the boardroom and sat down for what was obviously some kind of
meeting.

I thought that would be it for a while, but I was really surprised when
Daisy took me down the far end of the table, waited until everyone was
busy watching a presentation on a screen -- something about money, but
like, who cares! -- and then very quietly got down on the floor and
crawled under the table! I couldn't believe it -- especially when she
beckoned to me to follow her! I tried to catch Mr Icke's eye up at the
top of the table, but he was busy. Eventually I decided Daisy must know
what she was doing and followed her. It was dark under there, but I could
just about see Daisy pointing to the man on Mr Icke's left, so I crawled
over to him, while she went to the one on his right. Then she put up a
hand to stop and tapped her ear, pointing towards Mr Icke.

I listened for a while, but it was still all about boring finance, until
I heard Mr Icke say that since the company had had such a good year, and
they'd all done terrific work, he wanted to give them a very special
Christmas bonus. He said they'd find a lot of money in their accounts
when they next checked, and a large hamper would be arriving at their
house this weekend. And there was one more thing -- if they wanted it. He
told them the instructions were in an envelope -- or two of them by the
sound of it -- which he passed to the men on each side of him. He said
they should pass the instructions on to the next person once they had
finished with them.

I think I'd worked out what the last part of the bonus was about the same
time as the man closest to me pushed his chair forward slightly, opened
his legs, and very discreetly unzipped his pants! I must admit I
hesitated. Mr Icke was one thing, but a complete stranger? But when I
looked over at Daisy she was already getting her gentleman's cock and
setting to work. And Mr Icke had said that he wanted me to do him proud,
so ...

I must admit it was kind of fun, if a bit tiring. The licking and
stroking was fine, but all that head bobbing and keeping your mouth open
just the right amount? Murder on the neck and jaw muscles! I was lucky
though, because two of the men on my side of the table decided to pass
(their loss!) and I also had a couple of women, where Daisy had all men.
It was just as well I'd had the practice with Joy, because otherwise I
might have been at a bit of a loss when the first lady pulled down her
panties and lifted up her skirt! But she seemed to enjoy what I did with
my tongue. I wasn't quite sure if she had one long orgasm or several,
but it at least gave me a chance to give my jaw and neck a bit of a rest.
The second woman was also so hairy down there that it took me a while to
find her cunny! But judging by the way she squeezed my head between her
thighs and tried to get my whole face into her hole, I think she enjoyed
it!

It was strange though, because not a single one of them made a sound.
I'm used to Daddy or my friends at class making lots of noise when they
cum. And Joy. And Mr Icke. Oh, and Sandi. And both Ashlee's mummies. (I
do seem to have done this a lot, don't I?) But this lot didn't scream,
or shout, or squeal. Or swear a lot, like Daddy does. They just sort of
panted and hissed -- only very, very quietly. I could only guess what
kind of faces they might be pulling. Or whether everyone else was
watching them. I did think of asking Mr Icke afterwards, but I decided
that might be rude.

Anyway, my last gentleman had easily the biggest cock I've ever seen! It
was not so much long as super thick -- so much so that I struggled to get
it into my mouth. Fortunately, Daisy had finished her side of the table
so she came to give me a hand. Or mouth rather! We took turns at it. One
time while I was doing my best to suck the top and not scrape it with my
teeth, I looked down and saw that Daisy was licking the man's very hairy
balls! And then she put one whole one in her mouth, and then the other! I
gave it a go, and it was a bit weird -- but definitely something I'll
try on Daddy. I'm hoping he likes it! The gentleman with the big cock
certainly did, because he came in Daisy's mouth while I was sucking away
at his balls. I was a bit relieved that it was Daisy who got to swallow
his goo, because I was getting very full by then!

After we'd finished, we just waited under the table. The meeting
finished soon after and everyone except us got up to go. But then the
strangest thing happened. The men and women we helped relax all starting
tossing money either on their chairs or under the table! I wasn't sure
what to do, but Daisy encouraged me to pick up all the notes on my side,
while she got hers. The hairy woman even left a pair of gold bracelets! I
would have said it was an accident, except it was clearly deliberate. I
gave one to Daisy, because I thought that was fair for the help she gave
me. And when we saw Mr Icke afterwards, he gave us both an even bigger
pile of cash! He said he'd never seen his board so happy after a
meeting!

Of course I gave all my cash to Daddy, because he's the only reason I
get to do such wonderful work. But I did keep the bracelet!

16 December

OMG, I just reread my journal entry from yesterday and realised I totally
forgot to write about what happened on the way back to Mr Icke's house!
We were in the back of his car and he said he'd decided we were just too
hot to leave for another week. So he got Daisy and me to get on our knees
and suck his cock while we were still driving through the city! The car
windows were tinted, so we could hope not to be seen, but we had no idea
who might have been watching us. (Actually, you know, that was just a
little exciting!)

It didn't take us long to get Mr Icke's goo flowing, but when we did,
Daisy asked if I could now do her! She said all that cocksucking had made
her horny, and besides she thought I was totally hot. Such a sweetie! I
started to answer her -- but then realised she wasn't asking me at all,
but Mr Icke. He called her a little tramp, whatever that means, but
agreed it would be okay. So Daisy sat on the seat next to him and pulled
down her panties.

I was expecting a cunny -- but I got a big surprise, because she had a
clitty like mine! Only it was most peculiar, it wasn't just tucked away,
like mine usually is, but was inside these silver rings, all connected
and with bars at the top that went right over the head. It looked really
awkward and painful! It also seemed to be fastened in such a way that
there was no way of getting it off. But Mr Icke produced a tiny key,
which undid a clasp at the base and off it came. I guess Daisy must have
asked him to hold it for her. She gave a huge sigh of relief and before I
had done anything more than look at her clitty, it swelled right up! Mr
Icke asked how long it had been and she said fifty-five days. Presumably
that was when she first started wearing it, I guess.

Anyway, I started sucking and I could tell she was loving it. But Mr Icke
kept telling me to stop, slow down, take it easy. So I did. But that just
made Daisy more and more frustrated. I could tell she wanted to cum very
badly, but all the breaks kept stopping her from getting to her climax. I
wanted to tell Mr Icke, because I'm sure he didn't mean for that to
happen, but I figured that since I was still kind of on probation, I
should just do what he said. Eventually she was just begging for me to
keep going, but he still kept on slowing me down, until finally, just as
we were pulling into his driveway, he told me to "finish it". I was
very relieved, but nothing like as much as Daisy. She had the biggest and
loudest orgasm I had ever seen! And I couldn't believe all the goo she
poured down my throat!

After I got her tongue out of my mouth -- she gave me ever such a big
kiss! -- and I'd tidied up every last drop from her clitty, Daisy put
the silver rings back on and locked the clasp. I was just about to get
out of the car, when she asked if she could do me in return. I explained
that my clitty didn't get hard like hers, except when I was in class.
She seemed surprised at that, but I'm not sure why.

Mr Icke took me back into the house to wait for Daddy. I would have liked
to have chatted to Daisy some more, especially about her "cage" --
that's what she called those strange rings. But the last thing I saw of
her she was being led away round the back of the house by the driver,
holding -- get this -- a chain attached to a big collar around her neck!
Very strange indeed.

Daddy was very impressed with all the money I made. He promised to
increase the limit on my credit card, so I can buy even more nice
clothes.

Oh, and that thing with the balls? Daddy loved it!

17 December

Ashlee invited Monique and I round for dinner at her place. Her mummies
cooked us a wonderful meal and we all got on fabulously. But it quickly
became clear that Monique and I were very much there as dessert! Of
course we didn't mind one bit. Ashlee and I had told Monique what
happened the last time I was there, and she was keen to get in on the
action, the little minx! So it wasn't long before I was between Kate's
legs giving her cunny a good licking, while Monique did the same for
Megan. The only problem was Ashlee, who quite understandably was feeling
a bit left out. She complained about that and insisted she wanted to join
in! Her mummies had a quick chat -- after recovering from their first
orgasm, I should say -- and agreed that it would be okay for Ashlee to
kiss and lick Megan, but not Kate. Not sure why it mattered, but Ashlee
felt much better -- and she made Megan cum ever such a lot!

18 December

I'm still trying to get over what happened today! At the end of our
class, Joy said we had all done so well that we were ready to move to the
next phase of our training. I thought that might mean a new outfit and
training program -- and apparently those are on the way. But something
much bigger and more serious happened first. We were all put into cages!

Yes, after we'd been given our happy ending and then been cleaned up,
each of us had devices fastened over our cocks. They were exactly the
same as the one I'd seen on Daisy, which made me think that she must
have gone through a similar program, though she was obviously ahead of
me. It was quite the shock to most of the class, though slightly less to
my friends, because I'd told them about Daisy. I'm sure none of us
imagined though that we'd be wearing the same device!

It really was the strangest feeling, having the silver rings and bars all
around my clitty. The cage actually felt warm and was much lighter than I
imagined, so I guessed it might have been made of some sort of plastic
that just looked like metal. But it wasn't comfortable -- not in the
slightest. While I was used to having my clitty tucked away, this was
taking it to a whole different level.

I hoped it would just be a temporary thing. But Joy quickly put paid to
that idea! She said we'd have to get used to the device being on day and
night. We could still pee through it, if we were careful. But it was
necessary, because there would be a change in our pills and we would no
longer be limited to getting hard just at class. Our clitties would now
be able to swell up at any time. But to stop us being distracted all the
time, our charity device -- I think that's what she called it? -- would
stop us getting too excited at the wrong times.

When she put it that way, it seemed very reasonable -- even though I knew
it would take a long time to get used to feeling the cage between my
legs. And I really didn't want to know how it would feel if my clitty
started to try and swell up while I had it on!

The good news, Joy told us, would be that we could be unlocked every now
and again -- and we would learn to enjoy those times and make the best
possible use of them -- just as I'd seen Daisy do, as I now realised.
But that would be up to our Trusted Person. We would need to choose a
special person to look after the key to our device. They would decide
when, where and for how long we could be free of it. We could either
nominate who that would be right away, or take the weekend to think it
over.

My decision was easy. Of course it had to be Daddy! Joy smiled when I
told her. She gave me my key, plus a sealed envelope to give to him. She
said it included some special instructions as to how to make best use of
his trusted position. Some of the other girls also had no difficulty in
choosing someone. But both Ashlee and Monique asked for more time.
Monique explained afterwards that she wanted her older sister Sandi to
hold her key, but that she needed to ask Sandi first. When we pointed out
that she might have to go weeks without any release from the cage while
Sandi was away with the military, she shrugged and said she'd cope. Joy
had said we should choose the person we love and trust most -- and Sandi
was an easy choice for Monique, just as Daddy was for me.

But things got really weird when we asked Ashlee who she was going to
choose. She said she knew exactly who she wanted to hold her key, but she
was sure that person would want some time to think it over, because it
was such a big responsibility after all. We thought she was talking about
one of her mummies. But no. The person she wanted to entrust with her key
was ... her friend Kira. That is, me.

I think my brain is going to explode!

To be continued

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