The Exercise Class


Rachel and I had met in college and had married right after we got
out. I was from the city and Rachel was from a small town in the
middle of farm country. From the first time I saw her, I was smitten
with her: 5' 7" tall, thin, tanned and quiet, she had long blond hair
and soft green eyes. We fooled around a bit while we were dating, but
Rachel had grown up in a religious home and wouldn't agree to
premarital sex. After we got married, it was exciting to discover her
body and to teach her about sex, but she was pretty tame and wouldn't
try anything even remotely kinky.

When I got my first job with the brokerage firm, we moved into a small
apartment on the upper west side of town. Rachel hated the city
however. The noise, the people, the crime and the way people just
ignored you. After two years, she had enough of it and she told me she
wanted out of the city. It didn't help that she was trying to get
pregnant and was having trouble. Also, I had not been spending as much
time with her because of the pressures of work, not to mention an
affair I was having with Julia at work It didn't mean anything to me
but Julia was very adventurous sexually and it sure helped relieve the
pressures of my promotion.

We moved to a small town an hour from the city. I thought that Rachel
might be happier here but she just complained that the people were all
rich and stuck-up and that she had no friends. One day though, she
told me that our neighbor Janice had asked her to come to a Swimming
Yoga class taught privately by, what Janice said, was a very wise
Yogi. Rachel was a little unsure but I encouraged her to go.

When I got home the next day, I asked her how the class had gone. All
she would say was that it was interesting. It must have been pretty
good, however, because she started to go twice a week for an hour and
a half each time. I was astounded when she told me the cost was $100
per class, but I could afford it and it seemed to make her happy. It
was around this time that she also changed her manner in bed, becoming
much more adventurous and aggressive. It made it much more enjoyable
to come home and I ended my affair with Julia so that I could spend
more time with Rachel.

About six months after Rachel's first class, I took a month off of
work. I had my second promotion in a year and I negotiated the time
off as part of the deal. The truth is that the pressure was getting to
me and I needed a rest. On my third day home, Rachel had a class and
she begged me to come with her. I had no real interest but she told me
that it would help me to relax and that she would reward me
afterwards. I knew that she was always hornier after her classes and I
admit that her promise was enough to decide me. I grabbed a swimsuit
and towel and Rachel threw a washcloth in the bag for me. She
explained that the pool was very warm and that I would be sweating
from the exercise. The washcloth was to wipe off the sweat.

When we arrived at the building, I discovered that it was a large
mansion set well back from the road behind a high fence and thick
trees. We drove through the open gate and parked our car among 20 or
so other cars. We entered through a door marked Pool. Inside a person
in an outfit like a medieval monk, complete with a hood which hid
their face, pointed me to a change room marked Men. Rachel had
explained that the helpers were called acolytes but she had not hinted
at the strange outfits that they wore.

I got changed in a room large enough for 20 or more people and headed
out the back door of the room to the indoor pool. The pool was the
largest I had ever seen but was obviously shallow enough throughout
that you could safely stand anywhere. Wide, broad stairs allowed you
to comfortably descend into the pool which was at least body
temperature if not warmer. I started sweating while just standing
there and I was thankful that Rachel had suggested the washcloth. A
soft, sweet smelling mist floated throughout the room and the ceiling
was at least 25 feet high but hard to make out through the mist and
the soft lighting. There must have been about 30 or more people in the
pool already when Rachel came out of the women's change room. She was
wearing a sexy black one-piece swimsuit that I did not remember having
seen before, covered up by a plain white T-shirt.

A plexiglass platform was raised out of the water at one end of the
pool. After a couple of minutes waiting, the Yogi walked out on the
platform, sat in a lotus position on the platform and began to talk.
He would call out a name of an exercise and while we were doing the
exercise he would babble on in the background about truth, love,
beauty or some such thing. After a couple of minutes I tuned him out
completely. Rachel explained each exercise to me and after 10 minutes
I was almost exhausted. Rachel explained that the class was 60 minutes
of exercise broken into three periods of 20 minutes each with two 10
minute breaks. By the time the first  period ended, I was in a state
of pleasant exhaustion.

Two acolytes began handing out colored cards to everyone in the class.
One of them handed me a black card and handed Rachel a red card. My
card was blank. Rachel looked at her red card and quietly said "DFE."

"DFE?", I asked, "What's that mean?". 

"Deal, Forfeit or Elimination," she calmly explained. "I wonder who
the dealer is?" I overheard her ask herself.

"What are you talking about?"  I asked. 

"Oh," she said, "it works like this. I got the DFE card and someone
else got the dealer card. The names will be posted on the big board in
a minute." Looking up, I noticed a big electronic scoreboard that you
might see in a sports arena. The words DFE, Dealer, Night and Example
appeared underneath each other on the board with a space beside each
one, presumably for the name of the person with the card. Sure enough,
after a moment I saw Rachel's name appear beside DFE, resulting in a
murmur running around the group in the pool who were looking up.
Rachel continued, "When the Dealer is posted, I will approach him or
her and make an offer. If the offer is accepted then I give them
whatever it is that I offered. If it is refused, the Dealer makes a
counter-offer which I can accept or refuse. In theory we are not
supposed to make any deals before the offers but a bit of small talk
usually is enough to figure out what the other party wants or is
willing to give up."

"What kind of a deal is normally made?"

"Oh it can be anything that the two parties agree to. For instance if
they like each other and are best friends, one might give the other
their washcloth to use during the class. Of course if they don't like
each other, the dealer can refuse the DFE's offer and make the
counter-offer too much for the DFE to accept."

"What happen's then?" I asked.

"Well, then the DFE has a decision to make. If they refuse the
counter-offer, they have to choose either Forfeit or Elimination. You
see that X-cross at the end of the pool?" I nodded. "If the DFE
chooses Forfeit, they are blindfolded, gagged and tied to the cross
spread-eagled. Then the cross is lowered to about a foot over the
water so that the DFE is lying face down over the water.  They remain
there for the rest of the class, unable to see or participate but
still able to hear the Master's words and learn from his lessons. They
suffer the punishment of being unable to participate in the lesson and
thus fully gain true understanding because they were too concerned
about themselves to reach a deal. The rest of the class is allowed to
show their displeasure during the breaks at this self-pride that the
DFE has displayed in an attempt to encourage the DFE to let go of
their personal concerns about themself and join in the group
consciousness. It's all anonymous of course, since the DFE cannot see
who is doing what to them, but it is quite effective. I've never heard
of anyone choosing Forfeit twice. Of course, the DFE can always choose
Elimination, which means not only leaving this class immediately, but
also missing the next one. No one has ever chosen Elimination and
returned and I think it has only been chosen once or twice."

"Why would anyone not make a deal?" I wondered aloud. "After all,
sharing your washcloth or something like that is no big deal."

"Oh," she replied, "I thought I explained. There is no limit on the
deal. The trick is for the DFE to offer enough to show proper
humiliation within the group as opposed to caring about their
individuality, that the Dealer will be satisfied. If you do not offer
enough, the Dealer may decide that you should be punished and will
make the counter-offer quite harsh. If the counter-offer is too harsh,
however, the DFE may reject it and the Dealer would be punished by not
receiving the benefits of the offer. It has to be a pretty harsh
offer, however, for someone to choose to miss participating in the
lesson and be tied up nude on the cross. The group can be quite harsh
to someone who cannot make a deal and is apt to make it quite painful.
Since you cannot see what is about to happen and since it is forbidden
to speak to the DFE once they choose forfeit, the DFE cannot know what
will happen when. The fear of a sudden painful pull on your nipple or
a finger or more in your vagina spreading it as wide as it will go, is
quite effective in concentrating your mind on your misdeed." Rachel
spoke as if she knew from personal experience.

I was surprised by the casual way Rachel explained that you were naked
and gagged on the cross, but also by how calmly I took the news that
my wife of three years might end up that way. I found out later that
the sweet smelling mist including some sort of a narcotic that calmed
you and helped to relax your inhibitions. Apparently peer pressure,
fear and the Yogi took care of the rest.
The name Don appeared up on the board beside Dealer and my wife
smiled. Nearby, a slim, good-looking man of about thirty smiled over
at Rachel and she smiled back.

"I wonder if he'll be happy with my washcloth or if I'll have to give
him my t-shirt too." she mused out loud. "We have to make a deal by
the end of the five minute break or otherwise I'll have to choose
Forfeit or Elimination."

As I watched Rachel move over to Don, I noticed some of the people
watching the board where the name of our neighbor Janice had appeared
beside Night and the name Fred beside Example. Again a murmur went
through the crowd. A glance over at Rachel showed her holding her
washcloth and the end of her T-Shirt in one hand and smiling hopefully
at Don. She had obviously decided to offer him both, but he was
smiling right back at her and shaking his head. All this time the Yogi
continued to talk without seeming to care weather anyone was listening
or not.

A soft female voice said "If a guest has been brought to the class,
the acolytes always choose the person who brought the guest as the
DFE. If the guest cannot deal with their friend or partner fulfilling
a deal, they are not a true candidate to join the group." I wondered
to myself if Rachel knew that she would be chosen when she invited me
to come and then realized that after six months of classes, she must
have known. "My name is Rhonda," said the shapely young woman who had
spoken to me a moment ago. I took a good look at her and couldn't
complain about what I saw. Shorter than Rachel, Rhonda stood around 5'
5" but with not an ounce of fat on her. She wore a very brief bikini
which did nothing to hide her obvious charms. Her breasts were small
but I was willing to bet that they would have stood out straight even
without the support of the swimsuit bra

"I'm Danny", I replied. "What are Night and Example?" I asked Rhonda,
forgetting for a moment what was happening with Rachel in my confusion
caused by the unreality of what was going on around me.

"Night," said Rhonda, "refers to the one who goes up top." Rhonda
pointed to a clear, plexiglass walkway which led from a door high in
the wall near the roof. At that moment, the door opened and Janice
walked through followed by an acolyte. I wasn't surprised when I saw
that Janice was completely nude. As I watched what was happening above
me, Rhonda explained "She will be blindfolded and gagged. The
blindfold is why they call it Night. Then the acolyte will place her
wrists into 3 inch long metal cuffs from which she will hang for the
balance of the class. Her hands will be free to grasp the rings to
help her support herself. Her feet will also be cuffed and her legs
spread until she has done the splits. Only those who have progressed
in the class for several months are chosen for Night and often weeks
go by before someone obtains the honor. In that position she will not
only show how she has progressed with her flexibility but she will
also learn to truly concentrate and absorb the Master's lessons. Of
course, in order to make sure she does concentrate, a probe is
inserted up her ass that provides an electric shock at unexpected
moments. The shock ranges from mild to medium in intensity and helps
to focus the selected ones mind on the lessons." As Rhonda said this,
I watched the acolyte spread Janice's legs one at a time and attach
them to the cuffs. Then a large phallic object was slowly inserted
into her ass. Once it was in, the acolyte touched a control on their
wrist and Janice's body shook suddenly for just a moment. It was
obvious that a trial shock had been sent.

Rhonda continued "The highest honor is to be chosen as Example. After
the second break, the Master will use the Example to show new
positions to the class. Only the most advanced students are chosen.

As a soft bell chimed, Rhonda told me that break was over. I followed
her out into the pool before remembering about Rachel. When I glanced
back over, she had placed both her T-shirt and her washcloth on the
side of the pool beside Don. She smiled at him and raised her arms as
he reached over and began to lower her one-piece swimsuit. When he had
lowered it below her breasts, he stopped and said something to her.
Rachel moved her hands behind her neck causing her full breasts to
stand out from her taut body. Don began kneading her breasts like a
baker working his dough. I could see him squeezing her breasts and
pinching her nipples and, occasionally, Rachel winced as if in pain.
After a minute or so of this, Don continued to lower her suit until he
had taken it off. My wife stood their naked and erotic, looking like a
Greek statue. She then sank slowly under the water, reappearing a
moment later with what must have been Don's swimsuit. While I watched
wide-eyed, Don reached over and took one of Rachel's nipples between
his thumb and forefinger and, using it as a leash, led her to the
broad steps by the side of the pool. He sat down on the top step with
his now erect cock sticking out of the shallow water and had Rachel
stand on the bottom step so that only the bottom of her legs were in
the water. Taking the back of Rachel's head, he guided her down on to
his already stiff cock, which she began to suck with obvious relish.
Rachel was bent over from the waist with her tight ass pointing out
towards the rest of us in the pool. After a moment, Don said something
to her and, without stopping the blow job, Rachel spread her legs
wider, leaving nothing to the imagination.

I had forgotten that the exercise class had continued until Rhonda
slid her hand under the water and touched my now erect cock which was
sticking straight, out like a tent pole, in my swimsuit. Glancing
around, I noticed that no one else was watching what was happening
between Don and Rachel and, as I glanced back at them one last time, I
realized that much of this was being done for my benefit. Everyone
else in the class was listening to the words of the Yogi and following
the exercises.

Rhonda smiled at me as she fondled my cock, and said "It's too bad
that the rules forbid us to play outside of the class, but maybe one
day you and I will get a chance to be the Dealer and the DFE. I think
you would like what I would offer. Come on," she said taking her hand
away, "we're behind the rest of the class."

As we began the exercises again, my mind was in a whirl with what I
had seen. Everyone here seemed to accept that the wife that I loved
was busy giving another man oral sex while I watched. What kind of a
place was this and what kind of people were these. As I lay on my back
floating during one of the stretching exercises, my gaze was drawn
upward to Janice hanging above me. She was very attractive, made even
more so by her bondage and the occasional twitch of her body that
reminded me that she had an electric prod up her ass. What, I thought,
if that were Rachel one day, bound and gagged, her tight ass stretched
by the phallus, shocks rocking her body. Would I be able to watch
quietly as she was displayed and humiliated before everyone here? What
if it were me?