by Tina Majors
Not always the best with finding the bargains, I was pleased with this purchase and took pride in having a pair of running shoes worn by some of my favourite parkour athletes and free runners.
I put them on my feet, exited my house and began running towards the starting point of my run, just down the road and into the waterside woodland area that ran alongside the edge of the city.
I wondered about getting some new aps for my tablet, but sadly couldn’t remember the names. Oh well, I had more important things to think about, and I guess if these apps were so important their names would come back to me at some point.
**
I arrived at the official, well official to me anyhow it’s not as if I was partaking in the New York marathon or anything like that, starting point of my run.
I stopped running and did some basic preliminary stretches to ensure that I wasn’t going to end up pulling or even straining any ligaments or other such essential bodily functions required to run distances.
Once I had completed the stretches I did a couple of power core exercises such as star jumps, burpees, and some tricep dips off the edge of a wooden bench; the reason I did the power core stuff was so that I retained my explosive power, even if it was never going to be as high level as back when I engaged in combat activities I did think it was good to have it still ticking over, especially for sprint work I may be doing during my run.
The weather was looking a lot better now, not a cloud in the sky if I’m being honest, and I was even a little worried that it might get too hot which is never ideal when running for a long distance.
That said, I wasn’t overly worried as I knew that I had hydrated properly before leaving my place and trusted my system when it came to ensuring that my h20 (water) levels were placed perfectly for me.
Anyway, I’m rambling now about the importance of water consumption and retention (somebody stop me!), but as I say – it is vital and it’s best not to forget this. The temperature was nice, my runners were looking fresh, and this long distance run was about to begin in earnest.
I honestly thought it was going to be just another run.
This would not prove to be the case, at all, in the slightest, not even remotely.
Five minutes into the run and I felt the classic sensation of my first wind running out and the sensation of my legs starting to feel the pace I had set myself. This is a common feeling for people who are either totally unfit (not me) or when you go just that little bit too hard at the start of exercise (probably me in this instance).
It would have been easy to stop and give up at that point but instead I used a little trick I had learned from an old friend of mine.
While I did slow my pace down a touch, I kept going at a decent speed and while I was doing this I ensured to hold my thumb and middle finger together in a kind of yogic style.
The effect of this was a kind of mindfulness thing that focuses the mind on a centre, like a spiritual centre if you catch my drift.
The impact of this is that it takes your mind away from what your body is telling you about being tired and needing to stop your physical activity.
Just a little trick, but it sure as hell works a treat.
Quite literally a case of mind over matter, with the effect being that you can keep on going and push through to get those gains. I did believe in the ability of the mind to push through physical situations, and this would actually help me a lot later, although I may not have realised it at the time – in this moment all I had to worry about was heavy legs!
I thought back to swimming lessons at school, which as a shy teenager I hated because it meant being exposed in small swimming shorts in front of the female swimming instructors who no doubt took great please in seeing me struggle to keep up with the pace they were demanding of me.
As much as I hated them for it, I could never stop myself from letting my mind wander to how they would punish me for failing to meet their standards.
But this, of course, is another story that suffice to say I will surely get round to telling at another point.
This story is about what happened to me on this run, a life changing experience of that there is no doubt.
**
I had been running for about eighteen minutes at this point and feeling good, a nice sweat building up and no aches or uncomfortable twinges rearing their ugly heads so far.
I was running on a tracked area in the woodland and enjoyed the uneven terrain – some would say it was asking for injury but I vehemently disagreed and thought it was better, actually the best, way to build up core strength and durability.
Life isn’t a smooth running track, so why only run on so called perfect surfaces if you follow my metaphor?
Anyway, I was opening out my leg stride and powering up and down the dips and rises, jumping over protruding overgrown bushes, swerving the muddy puddles, and generally running with a smile on my face.
The overhead trees were providing some much needed cover from the by this point strong sun that had come out and was showing no sign of going anywhere fast.
Don’t get me wrong, I love a tan as much as the next person, but when you are pushing your body in a sporting sense you don’t need the sceptre of sun stroke ominously hanging over you – literally!
As I say, the run was going well and I felt a good level of stamina reserves were ready and waiting to back me up should I need them at any point. I saw a little hilled area coming up, several small rises and dips in succession in fact, and thought it would be fun to sprint-jump them, really put myself to the test in terms of flexibility, balance, and explosive power.
I’d done this kind of thing before, so knew my balance was finely tuned enough to manage it.
I took aim and increased my speed, the first jump off point looming closer. I knew I had to be on point my approach, and it was all looking good, so I increased my speed to really see what I could do in this situation.
I’d always been driven by pushing myself to my physical limits and this would be a piece of absolute raw energy fermented fruit cake for an individual like me.
I was so confident I thought about throwing in a little parkour manoeuvre into it, just for flair.
Sure, only I would see it and I hadn’t brought my GoPro with me, but still, I would know.
Boy, I loved the thrill of pushing the boundaries.
I was getting closer to the jump.
Ready.
Fast.
Charged up.
Ready to power. Boost. Jump. Fly.
Arms out wide to maintain the precision of the jump.
Then, suddenly, out of nowhere, what was happening?
Balance… gone…
Flying through the air…
Landed… wow, that hurts.
Eyes shut slowly…. Darkness.
I came around slowly.
Aware suddenly that I was thinking but I couldn’t see anything.
Hey, open your eyes, I thought to myself and I did.
“Oh, hello there,” Sara said.
But who was Sara? Well I can tell you what she looked like.
She was maybe five feet ten, short dark wavy hair, wearing grey cycling shorts and a tight fitting Adidas workout t-shirt. I should add some details. Her body was of the hottest, yoga teacher style imaginable. Perfectly toned, strong shoulders and legs, well defined but curvy all over. It looked like she was wearing a sports bra that was supressing a pair of pretty spectacular and juicy breasts.
Was I staring at this incredible yoga babe?
Well, at least I could use what I had by now deduced was a concussion as a credible excuse.
Couldn’t I?
“Oi, cheeky, watch where you stare!” Sara said, a wicked smile across her face.
“Oh, sorry, I think I’m just a bit…” I replied, drifting off.
“A bit of a perv?” She retorted, friendly with a bit of menace.
Was this banter? Or was there something else going on?
I made the mistak
e of giving her a quick look up and down, it was involuntary – she was so hot I just couldn’t help it.
I knew what I was thinking, I’d love nothing more than getting my face buried into her hot pussy, eating it out, taking it in in all it’s yogic glory. And those titties. I’d suck on them for as long as she wanted.
Maybe I had a chance?
My hopes were soon totally wiped out and my outlook changed beyond comprehension. Catching my mind visibly wandering, Sara knee dropped herself on my stomach, totally and completely winding me.
She then dropped down again and this time stayed down, then shifting her weight up towards my shoulders.
Her cycling short clad pussy was centimetres form my face, the tight material clinging on and visibly being sucked upwards.
I was dazed by this physical attack, totally speechless and could tell my brain was being scrambled all over again.
It even crossed my mind that I was still lying there unconscious from my original fall when jogging.
But if so, was this a dream or a total nightmare?
“Now you are going to tell me a little bit about yourself you little bitch,” Sara said. “Because I could have just left you there, knocked out in the middle of the woods.”
“But, thank you, what’s-,” I tried to reply.
“Shut up!” Sara said, squeezing her thighs around my neck. “Don’t ever interrupt me again. Now as I say, I could have left you there. But I helped. And how you repay me is by perving all over my body? What an absolute joke. Well, I ‘ve had enough of being ogled at by vile men, let me tell you. Time to redress the balance, and I know just how!”
What was she talking about?
Sure, I had definitely checked her out a bit. I mean, she was hot I couldn’t deny that at all. And what did she mean by redressing the balance?
I was about to find out.
“First things first, we’re getting these clothes off,” Sara said. “And don’t even thinking about whining or complaining because I’ll be straight onto the police and saying that you exposed yourself to me and I acted in self defence and floored you. Who do you think they’ll believe? Now, let’s get this shit off.”
With that, she yanked off my t-shirt, laughing as she saw my average body.
“Well, not exactly about to run any Iron Man super triathlons are you?” She said, laughing, grabbing flesh, pulling on my nipples, giving them a slight twist as she did.
“Right, time to see what’s going on the other end, and I’m not exactly holding my breath,” Sara said, really seeming to be enjoying this.
She adjusted her weight, raising her hips, before flipping round to face the other way.
Now facing away from me, her ass presented itself.
It was incredible, and I knew although it was the kind of booty I fantasised about, it would be too much for someone like me to handle.
I simply didn’t have the sexual confidence in real life and women knew it.
Clearly Sara sensed me gawping at her magnificent globes and by way of taunting me she bounced up and down a little before flexing each cheek in turn.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing at such close quarters.
I could feel myself getting incredibly hard – not that the whole experience hadn’t been a massive turn on in truth (I of course fantasised about being dominated by beautiful alpha women), but after the concussion and the winding courtesy of Sara’s knee, I had been a little out of sorts.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Sara said. “You dribble and drool over my Godess booty. God, men are such pathetic little creatures. Well, I say men…”
Sara lent forward and roughly yanked my running shorts down.
There was a pause.
Oh no, Oh no, Oh no! I suddenly remembered. How could I be so stupid?
Well, I’ll let Sara take it from here.
“What the hell is this?” Sara exclaimed. “It would appear to me that you’re wearing a pair of women’s sports panties? Wow, I’ve caught a whopper here haven’t I?”
Sara leant further forward and lifted my legs up with ease so that she could take a look at my bottom.
“Not just any women’s sports panties, but a fucking sports thong!” She cried out in jubilation. “We’ve got a little sissy boy!”
I couldn’t believe it.
See, the thing was, I really did like to fantasise about sissy stuff, and part of the extension to the fantasy had been to buy some panties for jerk off sessions and to secretly wear to work. And I’d treated myself to the sports thong primarily to use for my own pleasure, but today I thought it would be a thrill to come out running in it. But I had never anticipated this!
Suddenly I felt full of regret and fear at what could happen.
The sissy stuff were all only fantasies after all…
“So,” Sara said. “I’ve apprehended a flasher, and a flasher who wears women’s underwear. Well, say goodbye to your career you little panty perv.”
“No, no, please, you don’t understand,” I said, pleadingly.
“Oh, I get it,” Sara retorted. “But listen, I don’t have to tell the police…”
“Anything, anything,” I said, in a total panic at what was happening.
Maybe I should have chosen my words more carefully.
“Anything?” Sara said. “Good good, we’re on the same page. Right, you’re going to accept that now I have you, you’re mine to do with as I see fit. Yes?”
“Um, okay,” I said, the reality beginning to dawn on me that all bets were apparently off.
“Um? No, you’ll address me as Yogi Sara,” Sara said, squeezing her strong, powerful, hot thighs around my neck.
“Y-y—yes, Yogi sara, sorry Yogi Sara,” I said, struggling for breath.
“Better,” she said. “A snivelling little sissy wimp like you needs to know what is what. Now, let’s take these kinky little panties off for a moment and see what’s happening down there. Oh my God!”
Sara burst out in laughter.
It seemed like she had just heard the funniest joke of all time the way she was laughing.
“What the actual fuck is this?” She cried out, struggling to stop her laughter. “This isn’t a man’s cock, I’ve seen bigger, meatier, vegetarian cocktail sausages!”
With that, she gave my hard, bouncing, but admittedly pathetic cock some hard slaps.
She then began to squeeze and release it, alternating the slaps between each hand, effectively batting my stiff sissy dick from side to side.
And all for her amusement.
Despite the undoubted pain and excruciating humiliation, I sensed that I wasn’t far away from cumming. That would be a further humiliation, one that I wasn’t sure I could handle, not to mention the fact that I didn’t know what kind of response or punishment that would provoke form Sara.
“Well, seeing as you’re not going to answer, I’ll tell you,” Sara said. “What this is, is a beta male excuse for a penis. It’s absolutely pathetic. How the actual hell do you think you could ever satisfy a woman with this? Well I’ll tell you, you couldn’t. So what I’m saying is, you’re not really a man. And I suppose if we follow that line, it makes sense you’d be a panty wearer, doesn’t it? I said, doesn’t it?”
“Y-y-yes Yogi Sara,” I said.
This was too much, one more trigger and my little cock would explode, I just knew it.
I was finding all of this a massive turn on.
I knew I had fantasised about it, but the reality was I was enjoying it more than I could have ever imagined. But I was still scared about where this could go.
I was totally under Sara’s control, any whim, any command, I knew I had to follow.
“Good,” Sara said. “Now, as much of a non-event as this excuse for a man’s dick is, I assume it still produces spunk and I get a feeling you’re not a million miles away from making a right little sissy mess all over yourself. So, with that in mind. Let’s get on with it and get it out of the way. But it’s on my terms.”
/> What did she mean?
I was about to find out.
Sara stood up and removed her cycling shorts to reveal her own tiny, pink panty thong. It was high cut with a tiny front piece, not dissimilar to a pair I owned actually.
She took the thong off and bent down and stuffed it on my mouth.
I could taste and smell her pussy.
She laughed and took the panties out, placing them over my head.
This was so embarrassing.
She was taking photos on her mobile at each stage of all this. She mentioned it would help me understand and remember who my real boss was. In other words, it ensured that for as long as she wanted me, I was hers and there was nothing I could do about it.
“No,” Sara declared, “I want you to stand up, keeping those panties on your head, and jump up and down for my amusement. If the panties fall, then expect a fucking punishment you little bitch!”
I did what I was told, all the time feeling my stiff cock slap against my stomach, much to her clear delight.
“Now wiggle your hips slut,” She cried out, laughing.
This was so humiliating, I was naked, panties on my head, being exposed and degraded by a woman I had only met an hour ago.
“Now get on your knees and crawl over here,” Sara commanded. “Suck on my toes, really make me believe it, show me what a sissy boi slut you are.”
I did as I was told and got to work on sucking her toes.
“Ha ha, to me it seems like you’re enjoying this,” Sara said. “What are you, some kind of sissy wannabe cock sucker?”
I didn’t answer.
A mistake on my part.
“Okay, I’ll take your silence as an admission of guilt you little cock craver,” Sara exclaimed. “We’ll be advancing that subject later, don’t you worry. Now, on your knees and pump your dick in between my thighs, just above my knees.”
I did as I was told, and almost as soon as I began to pump my hard dick in between her sculpted, strong, but soft yoga legs, I felt myself explode my sticky cum.
Now I was gyrating and twitching involuntarily, totally lost in the moment.
Sara stepped back, laughing, and kicked me to the ground.