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A FitDimWit Dancer

“Hey Coach, it seems like your dumb jocks are always  playing some sort of sport – baseball, soccer, football, and so on. But do you ever have any more into dancing?”

 It indeed isn’t as common, but there’s absolutely no reason there can’t be more. “I’m glad to hear you say that, Coach. I’d like to  be simplified and just forget about everything else except My skills in things like ballet and tap.”

Very good. Why don’t you go ahead and lie down, and we’ll begin.


Simply allow yourself to begin relaxing that body further and further. It’s a body you’ve worked so hard, and that you will continue to work to keep in peak athletic shape, but for now you can simply let all those muscles relax. And as you relax that body so easily, you can also so easily relax that mind.  Simply go ahead and begin letting go of all those thoughts you simply do not need. The thought of becoming so simple as you become such a simple dancer focused simply on dance is already stirring that cock right in your pants as you are left so hard right by the thought of being left so simple. Just a simple dancer focused on being the best dancer. No need to think about anything else.
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Masking Inhibitions

Coach wanted some special performers for his Halloween party and had just the meathead in mind.

Donovan had his doubts. “Coach, I don’t think I’d feel comfortable showing off in front of all those people. It’s cool to flex for you, Coach, but that’s a whole ‘nother vibe.”

Just be a good boy and put on the mask, Don.

As Donovan complied, all his inhibitions suddenly were released. He began to feel pumped up as he suddenly began flexing for Me.

“Fuck yeah, Coach. I can’t wait to show everyone what a total stud I am now!”

What Donovan couldn’t remember in his conscious mind is that I had already placed the masked on him during some of our sessions.

He’d already bulked up and become such a meathead for Me, and now he would love showing off that muscle to everyone whenever he wore that mask. It was as if the mask would ‘mask’ his inhibitions in such a way that they simply didn’t exist. Every stroke helped him to absorb that deep into his subconscious.

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