Assisting Iris' Workout
Tiny Tutor (Re-Upload)
chapter 8
by
Bobob1
“It is about the time of day where I usually begin my standard exercise routine. Sherri most often assists my workout session however I need her to, but I think you’ll do the job just as well.” Iris smirked, and locked her eyes with Sherri. “Clean him up and deliver him to the exercise room in no more than five minutes. I don’t want to get off schedule.”
“Of course ma’am.” Sherri nodded dutifully, not missing a beat. Iris sauntered back out of the room, and Sherri immediately stopped what she was doing, and instead moved to filling a small bucket of cold water and grabbing a bottle of high-strength washing detergent. With an audible grunt, Sherri managed to tear off the rubber band and slip your beaten, blackened body off of her sweaty hand, and let you splash down into the bucket.
With trained professionalism, Sherri rubbed your body up and down, mixing some of the washing detergent in with the freezing cold water. Her smooth fingers methodically ground down your squishy flesh, managing to clean off every gross sweat or dirt stain your body had accrued during your brief stint as a cleaning product of Iris’ tainted garments.
After a minute or two you were squeaky clean like nothing humiliating had ever happened to you, and Sherri set you down to reform. She waited patiently until your body pulled itself back together and returned to your usual shape, sparing no time in then scooping you up and rushing off to Iris’ exercise room, where she knew her mistress would be waiting.
Giving you a quick, pitying smile, Sherri pushed open the door to the exercise room and practically stood at attention before her sadistic master, holding you in her palm in front of her. You could practically feel Sherri’s massive breasts right behind you, and tried not to turn around to steal a look. Of course, it wasn’t that hard to keep looking forward, as your gaze fell on Iris herself.
Your perception of her had altered slightly after realizing how she truly didn’t view you as a human being worthy of her respect, but it was hard to deny how gorgeous Iris was. She had changed into what appeared to be a red satin sports bra, carefully tailored to hug her chest tightly and display generous cleavage. The only other thing she had on was crimson colored compression shorts accentuating her sizable rear and tantalizing thighs.
Iris immediately caught you staring and grinned, filing away the knowledge that her sex appeal could be a valuable weapon against you. “Right on time, Sherri. Well done.” Iris held out her hand.
Sherri blushed from the compliment, a rare treat from her often cold mistress. “Th-thank you…” She replied, delicately dropping you into Iris’ hand. With a flick of her wrist, Iris dismissed Sherri, who exited the room and closed the door behind her. Taking a brief second to survey the room, you noted an exercise bike, treadmill, yoga mat, and several weights. Everything seemed to be made from the finest metals and fabrics, and the entire room glistened.
Iris’ cool breath on your back caused you to shiver and turn around. Her looming face peered down at you, a thoughtful look in her eyes. Not wanting her to subject you to more torture, you snapped yourself out of your stupor and crossed your arms.
“Look, Iris, I’m not here to be your little servant.” You announced, prompting the Egyptian goddess of a girl to smile wryly. “I’m here to tutor you, and I won’t stand being…”
You were cut off by Iris clenching her fist, squashing you flat. “You’re adorable.” She laughed haughtily. “You think a little toy like you has say in what I do to you? You don’t seem to understand that you’re MINE now, tiny little tutor.”
Glancing around the room, Iris absentmindedly pulled and stretched your body. “I usually follow a routine when I exercise. I have to be proactive in maintaining my stunning appearance, after all. However, I might make an exception for you. After all, I have SO many ideas for what I can do with you. Honestly, little squishy toy, you’ve made my life much more fun.” Iris laughed again, a hint of what almost sounded like a purr in her voice.
You continued to uselessly struggle in your cruel captor’s iron-like grip, knowing full well how powerless you were to stop this girl from doing whatever she wanted with you. Your fate, whether you liked it or not, was in her hands now, and she seemed intent on doing whatever the hell she wanted with you, as long as it amused her.
What horrible plans does Iris have in store for you?
“Of course ma’am.” Sherri nodded dutifully, not missing a beat. Iris sauntered back out of the room, and Sherri immediately stopped what she was doing, and instead moved to filling a small bucket of cold water and grabbing a bottle of high-strength washing detergent. With an audible grunt, Sherri managed to tear off the rubber band and slip your beaten, blackened body off of her sweaty hand, and let you splash down into the bucket.
With trained professionalism, Sherri rubbed your body up and down, mixing some of the washing detergent in with the freezing cold water. Her smooth fingers methodically ground down your squishy flesh, managing to clean off every gross sweat or dirt stain your body had accrued during your brief stint as a cleaning product of Iris’ tainted garments.
After a minute or two you were squeaky clean like nothing humiliating had ever happened to you, and Sherri set you down to reform. She waited patiently until your body pulled itself back together and returned to your usual shape, sparing no time in then scooping you up and rushing off to Iris’ exercise room, where she knew her mistress would be waiting.
Giving you a quick, pitying smile, Sherri pushed open the door to the exercise room and practically stood at attention before her sadistic master, holding you in her palm in front of her. You could practically feel Sherri’s massive breasts right behind you, and tried not to turn around to steal a look. Of course, it wasn’t that hard to keep looking forward, as your gaze fell on Iris herself.
Your perception of her had altered slightly after realizing how she truly didn’t view you as a human being worthy of her respect, but it was hard to deny how gorgeous Iris was. She had changed into what appeared to be a red satin sports bra, carefully tailored to hug her chest tightly and display generous cleavage. The only other thing she had on was crimson colored compression shorts accentuating her sizable rear and tantalizing thighs.
Iris immediately caught you staring and grinned, filing away the knowledge that her sex appeal could be a valuable weapon against you. “Right on time, Sherri. Well done.” Iris held out her hand.
Sherri blushed from the compliment, a rare treat from her often cold mistress. “Th-thank you…” She replied, delicately dropping you into Iris’ hand. With a flick of her wrist, Iris dismissed Sherri, who exited the room and closed the door behind her. Taking a brief second to survey the room, you noted an exercise bike, treadmill, yoga mat, and several weights. Everything seemed to be made from the finest metals and fabrics, and the entire room glistened.
Iris’ cool breath on your back caused you to shiver and turn around. Her looming face peered down at you, a thoughtful look in her eyes. Not wanting her to subject you to more torture, you snapped yourself out of your stupor and crossed your arms.
“Look, Iris, I’m not here to be your little servant.” You announced, prompting the Egyptian goddess of a girl to smile wryly. “I’m here to tutor you, and I won’t stand being…”
You were cut off by Iris clenching her fist, squashing you flat. “You’re adorable.” She laughed haughtily. “You think a little toy like you has say in what I do to you? You don’t seem to understand that you’re MINE now, tiny little tutor.”
Glancing around the room, Iris absentmindedly pulled and stretched your body. “I usually follow a routine when I exercise. I have to be proactive in maintaining my stunning appearance, after all. However, I might make an exception for you. After all, I have SO many ideas for what I can do with you. Honestly, little squishy toy, you’ve made my life much more fun.” Iris laughed again, a hint of what almost sounded like a purr in her voice.
You continued to uselessly struggle in your cruel captor’s iron-like grip, knowing full well how powerless you were to stop this girl from doing whatever she wanted with you. Your fate, whether you liked it or not, was in her hands now, and she seemed intent on doing whatever the hell she wanted with you, as long as it amused her.
What horrible plans does Iris have in store for you?
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April 23, 2025
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