“Kneel down on my right side and lift the toilet seat.”
I got down as ordered, so close to that amazing White Man Ball smell which would soon be sadly cleaned in the shower. As I lifted the lid and looked up at him, I caught a whiff of those magical White balls and had to hold on to his tree trunk leg for balance as the effect overtook me again.
“Good. Now reach your hand up, grip my cock, and aim it at the bowl.”
On my knees, my left arm reaching up, I wrapped my fingers from below around the soft but meaty cock and did my best to point it correctly from the odd angle. I felt a powerful ripple through my hand and the stream came flowing like a waterfall. He even pisses more like a man than me. Perhaps that was yet another lesson?
“Good girl,” he stated as the stream hit home in the center of the bowl. As I knelt there, I felt droplets splash against my naked body and face as I watched but thought better of complaining. We were about to shower anyway, but my initial reaction was revulsion. The memory of the pinch of my peepee head was still fresh in my mind from yesterday, and I wanted to avoid punishments.
“Because you have a little toothpick dick,” he stated as his flow started to taper, “you probably just shake it around a bit to get the last drops out, but a White Man Cock is different. You’ll need to give a gentle squeeze from base to tip and then a little shake. Then wipe the slit dry with your finger and flush.”
I slowly squeezed out the last drops as instructed and carefully shook. As promised, a drop of pee glistened in his slit and I wiped it with my index finger. As I reached over to flush, my face brushed against his cock which had grown a bit in size. Maybe he enjoyed my hand on his cock? The other guy seemed to like it before I chickened out but this organ felt so different. The flushing action caused more toilet water droplets to hit me, but I tolerated it. Instructor Mike did say that I would have to learn to tolerate some of the more demeaning desires of White Men, and in my very vulnerable mental state at the time, I knew to accept the parts I didn’t enjoy.
He looked down at me and stroked my hair. “That’s a very good girl. You will learn the importance and complexity of White Cock management as your instruction continues.”
His hands went under my armpits and he effortlessly picked me up, turning my body to face him.
“Let’s get nice and clean. Start the shower, adjust the temperature, and then start cleaning yourself thoroughly. I will follow you in shortly.”
I got it ready and jumped in. The shower was opulent! Marble with a heated bench on one side and 3 shower heads; an overhead one, one that sprayed water from the floor (not sure what that’s about), and then a removable head. Instructor Mike was clearly well off and was living the good life.
I turned on the overhead shower and began washing my hair, face and body. I cleaned my peepee thoroughly and let some hot water wash between my cheeks. After washing my feet, I let Instructor Mike know that I was done.
“Good girl. It’s time for inspection.”
Mike pulled the transparent door that he was ogling me through and stepped in. I bravely turned to face him and looked up. We were on the side of the shower near the bench outside of the water stream. He stepped towards me, my bravery vanished, and I took an apprehensive step back, sandwiching me between the tile and his superior White Body. He began by sniffing my hair and face, then lifted my arms to smell my pits.
“I watched you clean and you did fairly well, but you must learn to clean yourself like a proper lady.”
Scared that I did something wrong and he’d hurt my peepee again, I quickly replied, “I’m sorry, Sir. Please tell me what I did wrong so that I can improve.”
“Since we’ve been focusing a lot on smell today, I will use that to demonstrate where you failed.” He rubbed my tiny sac aggressively, sniffed his fingers and then stuck them under my nose. “Do you smell anything?”
I inhaled deeply and it smelled neutral and clean. “I don’t smell anything.”
“Girls have to clean carefully up front. The clitty area can have offensive smells. You did very well cleaning there, but you neglected other important areas that we need to discuss. Turn around, bend over, and put your hands on the bench.”
Now I was getting scared again. I did something wrong and I was about to find out what it was while in the most vulnerable position I could think of at the time. Suddenly I felt a finger rub roughly over my taint and then up to my nose.
“Does that smell clean to you?!” He demanded.
It smelled of a gentle musk and there’s no doubt I didn’t clean thoroughly enough down there. “No, Sir. I apologize. I guess I never thought of cleaning down there.”
Suddenly I felt 2 fingers near my butthole and I tensed up. One finger grinded roughly in between my cheeks while his pinky gently probed and twisted just inside my hole. Both fingers were brought to my nostrils one at a time. I sniffed the first finger and could clearly smell poop. Then the second finger had me retching. The poop smell was terrible and there were even some remnants on his finger. I was absolutely mortified.
“Instructor Mike, clearly I have failed and I am so sorry. Please guide me so I know how to be properly prepared for White Men.” The words just flowed out naturally. That Ball scent definitely triggered something in me; it wasn’t just the fear of clitty punishment.
He turned me around and sat me on the warm bench. I looked up at him as his flaccid cock swung inches from my face. As he washed his dirty fingers.
“Because you’ve been a good girl and you are still very young, I will be lenient and not punish you. Aside from the 3 critical areas I highlighted, the rest of your body was cleaned perfectly. Now you will have the honor of cleaning me from head to toe, and I’ll tell you how to do it right. Start with my hair.”
Nothing unusual here. He traded places and I grabbed the removable shower head. I began shampooing, rinsing, conditioning, rinsing, using a beard wash on his beard and face, rinsing, conditioning the beard, rinsing. I really liked this. I felt like Instructor Mike was placing his trust in me and I enjoyed the responsibility, even if it seemed mundane at first.
“Was that to your liking so far, Sir?” I definitely channeled every servant I’ve seen in real life and in movies when I said that. If I am to serve White Men and need to practice being servile in all things. These thoughts occurred to me in the shower at that moment. 45 minutes ago I never would have said that or thought this way. How quickly things change.
“Yes aimee, so now soap up the shower poof and clean my body but save the pelvic region for last.”
Instructor Mike stood up from the bench and I began scrubbing all areas between his neck and waist. It reinforced how much larger he is than me when it took me so long to just get this part done. I squatted till my eyes were at Cock level and scrubbed his hairy legs, then had him lift his feet one at a time for a thorough cleaning; I even got between the toes.
“Well done so far. You can put the shower poof away as the remaining areas don’t respond well to anything abrasive. Instead, soap up your hands and use the side of one of them to clean my taint, ass, and the outside of my hole.”
I started to rub gently but he said I could be far more vigorous. I really scrubbed well and he looked and smelled completely clean.
“Excellent! Now soap up a finger and carefully clean the inner walls of my asshole after inserting it slowly.”
Ok this is getting weird. What purpose does it serve to have such a clean butthole inside? Maybe the smell is noticeable if that’s not done? Does that mean I smell bad all the time? I’m guessing no as most people don’t go through this diligent a routine. There must be some other purpose but what is it?
Once again I obeyed and cleaned out his hole. Thankfully it was mostly clean already. I was done soaping him up and now he just needed to rinse. I kicked on all of the shower heads and Mike stepped into the converging streams.
“Clean your finger thoroughly and then wash all of the soap from my body.”
I did so and then reached up to his high shoulders to start wiping off the soap lather. He moved his arms and body around to accommodate my duties. He even stood over the floor stream so that I could rinse his undercarriage properly. So much powerful flesh, so much muscle, so much hair. I yearned to feel his moist White Cock again and knew that moment would come soon.
“You are a natural. A thorough and well-done job. You have earned a gold star already.”
I was beaming at him with the knowledge that I pleased a White Man for the first time. Sure I got some compliments whenever I danced with a guy at the bar, but this was certainly different and I felt proud of myself for what I had done.
“In my class, a gold star translates into an act of submission that you will certainly enjoy, but first let’s see how well you did with your shower duties. Sit Indian-style on the floor outside the water stream with your hands flat on the floor, and your back and head against the wall then close your eyes.”
My trust in Instructor Mike was building rapidly. While the peepee punishment clearly put me in the right mindset of obedience, the praise allowed me to enjoy it and connect the act of serving White Men with deep feelings of pleasure. My mind started screaming at me to do whatever he wanted. Mike was clearly a good teacher. I assumed the desired position and closed my eyes.
Suddenly I felt flesh and weight pushing my head into the wall. Something hairy was pressed against my nose but I had no idea what it was.
“Sniff it, girl!”
I breathed in deeply through my nostrils and whatever it was smelled clean, though maybe a slight hint of musk.
“Open your eyes!”
I opened them but actually couldn’t figure out where I was at first. It was dark and flesh surrounded my face. Suddenly he pulled away and I realized that’s because it had been buried between his ass cheeks and I was sniffing his hole.
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