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Instructor Mike’s Academy – Part 2 – Now I Understand
I did some yoga to chill me out and then went to bed. I knew I’d need a good night’s sleep for what was to come. Class actually took my mind off of things until the final bell when it all came crashing down in my mind. I didn’t control the fear, I just delayed it. I threw on my running shorts and got moving. A few blocks away from my destination my heart rate went way up and I felt like I was hyperventilating. Basically running while having a panic attack. The fear again. Who can protect me?
I ring the bell and he answers quickly. Seeing my frazzled state he sits me on the couch and whips up a quick lemonade. Fingers run up and down my sweaty back as I drink it down and begin to settle.
“Feeling better? You looked a little woozy when I let you in.”
“Sort of but I’m more afraid than ever.” I started trembling.
“That’s because you don’t have the missing pieces yet, while your old belief system is being shattered. You’re empty and you need to be filled. Just hang on a little longer.”
“OK what are my instructions, Instructor Mike?” I said with a wry smile trying to calm myself with humor.
“Since you enjoy being cute, I’ll let you know where you stand right now. You’re sweaty and you need a shower. As a matter of fact, so do I. I think it’s time for the lesson to begin. Realization of purpose will calm you. Stand up and strip.”
Something clicked in me and I went on autopilot. Instead of freaking out about it, I calmly removed my running shoes, socks, shirt, and shorts and stood there for inspection. Instructor Mike stood up, his frame towering over me.
“You have such a lean runner’s body.” He said as he walked around my slim figure. Then he started running his hands over my globes and gently squeezing. “Held on to a nice amount of junk in the trunk, though.” He stopped molesting my rear and walked around in front. Suddenly my balls were being fondled aggressively.
A hand was thrust under my nose…”Sniff!”
I did as I was told. It smelled like my sweaty balls after a run. A pretty gentle odor. He took a sniff himself.
“Pathetic!” he mocked. “This is why I put you in panties because you don’t even smell like a real man. That could be pussy juice I’m sniffing. So now that you’ve smelled your own weakness, it’s time for you to experience a real Man. Get on your knees!”
I complied without hesitation. I’d come this far, and I wanted to see it through. I descended into my knees and looked up for guidance.
“Excellent. You’re being such a good little aimee. Now remove my pants and underwear for me.”
I audibly gulped. I went about my task carefully removing his pants with a little help. Then came the moment that changed my life. The realization of so much in so short a time. As I approached his boxer-briefs, I could already smell something powerful. The closer I got, the more it filled my senses. The bulge visually enticed me with its volume and I had to resist the urge to run my hand over it. Finally, I peeled down his underwear while on my knees in front of him and out flopped this incredibly well-defined hunk of Cockmeat. I’d seen some porn before but seeing something on screen is totally different from when it’s in front of your face, literally. It never occurred to me that it could be like “that”. So big and meaty. It was fascinating.
“Stick your face into my balls and breathe them in.”
I inch closer to the alien organ. Soft it is so much bigger than my own erection. I shudder to think what it might look like when it’s hard. I reposition the musky rod with a hand and the warmth and power send a shudder through my fingers. A sense of happiness and wonder fills me as I hold the powerful, though currently dormant, organ off to the side as my nose and lips approach the hairy bag.
As instructed I began breathing through his balls as he pulled his shirt off and was totally naked. At first I was overwhelmed, and the powerful scent made me dizzy. He then gripped my head, rested some of his bodyweight on my face through his balls, and my heart skipped a beat. I don’t know why but it felt romantic to my naive brain. As if he’s sharing his most intimate part with me.
As he lifted his heavy sac off of my face, I got my emotions in check. The smell was intoxicating and powerful. I looked up at him and all of these confusing, submissive thoughts were flooding into me as he locked eyes with the weakling below him.
“Kiss my Balls and thank them for the gift of Man scent.”
I stretched again to get my lips on the mighty Sac and gave it a really nice kiss. I meant that kiss.
“Thank you Instructor Mike’s Balls for the gift of your power and the honor of being in your presence. I hope to be able to serve you in the future.”
I can’t believe what I was saying. I inhale the essence of White Man Balls and I turn into a total slut? I guess maybe there is such a thing as love at first whiff.
“Good girl! It’s clear that you are starting your transformation. Now that you have witnessed some of the differences between superior White Cock and whatever you call that worm between your legs, the effect is irreversible. How do you feel?”
“I’m so confused right now. I always thought I had a nice-sized cock. I wanted to marry a girl someday and have kids. Now I feel hopelessly inadequate next to that!” I said as I pointed to the meat monster between his legs. I looked up at the Man, pleading for answers.
“I think it’s best to be honest with you at this point. No you do not have a nice-sized cock. You have a tiny cocklet that is an absolute joke. It’s one of the smallest cocks I’ve ever seen on a girl your age, and you should refer to it as a clitty, peepee, cocklet or dicklet going forward. You’ll never have a family without using artificial insemination. Your shrimp dick wouldn’t penetrate deep enough for that. That’s provided you’d find a woman weak and low value enough to allow you to mount them in the first place. Lastly, you are correct that you are hopelessly inadequate. Your penis is not a tool of power like mine. It’s a delicate flower petal.”
My world was crashing around me. My sense of self-identity was shattered as I instinctively felt the bump between my legs. It’s not what I thought it was. I used to be proud of it, literally moments ago. I dreamed of the day a girl would be with me, she’d see and exclaim how cute it was, and then lap it up like an ice cream cone. What a delusional fool I had been. No sane woman would do anything but laugh.
“Now you understand,” he declared.
“Now I understand,” I replied in total dejection.
The crazy thing is that this all happened within minutes of my arrival. It felt like an eternity had passed. All of my notions about my place in the world we’re changing rapidly. When faced with the sight and smell of true power, so much became clear. My peepee shriveled even further at the thought. I still have an entire session with the Man who just utterly emasculated me for life.
“I know this is a lot to take in so quickly, aimee, but as they say sometimes it’s best to rip the bandaid off. I see you are a bit more relaxed now.”
He was right. Knowing that you can’t compete means the game is already over. I didn’t have all of the answers yet, but I had the most important one. No woman will be interested in my body or dicklet. They aren’t interested in figuring out how to please a peepee, they want to be owned by a real Cock. My mind had already raced to the possibility of being similarly owned and it calmed me down. I knew a Man to protect me was the ultimate answer. Everything Instructor Mike told me made sense. He wasn’t lying that I was going to walk out of here changed forever.
“I think so,” I replied blankly. My mind was swimming and my eyes kept drifting down to his Massive Cock. He smiled.
“While the difference between our sweat was an important learning experience, it’s time to wash it off and get prepared for your full day’s coursework. We have a lot to cover. I’m an efficient teacher so let’s combine some lessons right now. The shower is upstairs. In most cases, your place is underneath, below, or behind a White Man. One notable exception is on stairs or escalators so we can get a good look at your girly ass. Proceed upstairs and the bathroom is first on the left. I’ll be right behind you.”
“Yes, Sir. I understand.” But I didn’t understand. All of these physical desires were still new to me, and I grew up thinking only women could be sex objects. The realization that I was destined to be one as well left a million questions unanswered. I got a hint of it at the gay bar but once again naivetee prevented me putting two and two together. I thought it best to go with the flow and hope everything fell into place.
We ventured slowly upstairs, both naked, up front the hairless and innocent waif, in back the beefy and hairy Man. His forearm was the size of my thigh and I felt so vulnerable. The fear returned as my exposed bottom swayed before his eyes. Suddenly I felt an arm wrap around my waist, halting my progress. Another hand gripped my left cheek and stretched it to the side as he positioned his soft but powerful cock near my rosebud. He relaxed his grip so my globes were framing his cock, and began caressing my left cheek while his other hand Dominantly held me in place.
“Don’t be afraid,” he whispered in my ear. “You are a brave little girl and I know you will make me proud.”
The mixture of the Dominant White Man smell still in my nostrils, the powerful meat pulsing between my buns, and the affirming feminizing comment calmed me down a bit as he released me and gently pushed me by my balls to coax me up the stairs. My dicklet, as I’m quickly getting used to calling it, was getting aroused as we approached the bathroom. He stood in front of the toilet as if to piss.
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