Roller Derby Training! (F/M) Part 2/Finale Added!
Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2023 8:13 pm
Ive always been a quick little thing. I’m not too tall, only 5’6”, and my build while lithe, is nothing too muscular or toothpicky. Yet once I put on a pair of skates and get into the roller derby spirit, I go from meek geologic field technician to a rocket on the track. I play for my town’s coed team, made up of 4 other people and me, Crystal, Shane, Youssef, and my secret crush Iris.
In simplified terms, on a derby team there are 4 blockers and one jammer. The jammer is the speedster and tries to make it around the track while the 4 blockers try to defend them and stop the opposing jammer as well. Given these roles, I happen to be our team’s jammer and Iris is one of our team’s best blockers. She’s smart, strong, and has a foot odor that could knock an elephant down. She’s taller than I, about 5’11” and has dark skin that accents her black tightly curled hair and equally black eyes. She’s not thin by any stretch of the imagination, but just because she doesnt necessarily look like an athlete doesnt mean she isnt one, and doesnt have a soul of fire and a burning desire to win.
All of that resulted in me developing quite the crush on her and I think she confirmed it when she noticed me staring a beat too long as she took off her skates after a match. She, in turn, had been caught staring at me as I was stretching before a match, so there’s very clearly something there. I just never thought it would culminate like this.
On a summer evening after a bout with our rival team, we unfortunately came away with a barely cinched defeat. I had cost us the match by staying on the ground a bit too long, and everyone on the team knew it, even if they didnt say anything. Pretty soon I was alone in the locker room, stretching and packing up my gym bag when Iris entered the room with me alone.
“Oh, hey Iris. I was just heading out. Heck of a match though.”
“Uh huh. Yeah it was, I couldnt help but notice that you felt it was ok to stay on the ground for so long after a little sweep of the legs.”
She folded her arms and I set my bag down, sliding over on the bench to be a bit closer. She was blocking the only exit.
“Yeah well.. Id taken a nasty hit to the gut earlier and…”
“Dont make excuses. You need better motivation and I’m here to provide it. Sit down, cause you’re in for a one on one training session.”
My face went red, training? Motivation? What was she talking about? I found my butt glued to the bench though.
“Since a part of your job as the jammer is to break free of stuff, I figure Id help you with that and provide some incentives to do so.”
From her bag she produced a shiny roll of duct tape, and I buried my face in one of my hands sheepishly. She was going to tie me up, and I was going to let her!
“I… uhm.. if you really think itll help me improve then—“
“Of course it help you, now hands behind your back!”
There was a playful note to her voice while I crossed my wrists behind me. She slinked behind the bench and straightened my wrists out, taping them together tightly and working her way up my arms. Soon from my wrists to my elbows were forced together in a tight tape armbinder.
“O-ow… do you really have to do it so tightly?”
“Sure do!”
Her voice was sunny again
“The tighter it is, the better youll get at wriggling out like a good little jammer”
“Yeah but shouldnt I practice first on a lower difficul— MMPH”
My criticism was cut off by a hand clamped over my mouth. It appeared she wasnt a big fan of my ideas.
“No more out of you until Im done taping, got it?”
I nodded slowly.
“Good boy.”
My face went even redder and she produced more rolls of tape and went to work. My arms were pinned to my waist and chest, restricting their movement even further. Then, she produced a pair of ankle socks and instructed me to hold them tightly, which I did without a fuss. Some more tight wraps around my hands and soon my fingers were reduced to mere silver stumps.
“Iris.. this is all a bit— mnnp!!”
She cut me off again. I had just broken her one rule.
“You cant listen to your team and you cant listen to me! I think its time for a little motivation to shut up and listen…”
My eyes widened as she went for her gym bag and I started to squirm a bit in my bonds, but I was trussed up tighter than a turkey.
“What are you doing?”
I tried to stand up but by then she was behind me and forced me back down, an arm across my chest and the other in a place I couldnt see.
“You really seemed to like my feet and socks, so I’m going to give it to you! Just like you’ve always wanted. Of course the reality might not meet your fantasy, but thats your problem not mine.”
She dangled a pair of purple calf high socks in front of my nose, and I could already smell them. They reeked of weeks of sweat and foot odor.
“Go on. Smell them tape boy, and tell me how they stink.”
I opened my mouth but they were quickly balled up and shoved against my nose. In a brief moment of genius i opened my mouth but her other hand shifted like lightning to clamp it shut, and I took a deep inhale through my nose.
This was one of the worst smelling things Ive ever smelled. It reeked of sweat, hard work, and the belief that she’d probably planned this all ago. I shook my head to try to free myself but she held tight, freeing me after what felt like an eternity.
“Iris… those stink so bad…”
I was gasping for fresh air and bent over slightly, hoping to stay out of her grasp.
“Yeah I bet they do huh. Taste almost as bad as defeat. Though you probably like that, its got feet in the name.”
Her voice, while stern, also had a note of happiness to it. I couldnt blame her, I was enjoying it too. Thankfully my compression shorts helped cover that sign up.
“You’ve made your point! Untie me and I promise I’ll—“
The socks were shoved into my face and they started to enter my mouth. I tried to shake my head, squirm my body, something! But my head was forced against her body behind me and soon enough she managed to pack them in there.
The taste was the first thing that hit me. It was salty and sweaty, but my tongue was buried so deep into them that it was all I was registering at the moment. Until the smell wafted up to my nose and I began to really struggle, squirming and bucking my hardest against the hand braced over my face.
“NNNNNN!! NMNPH LMPH MN GN NNN!!!!”
“Good! Youve got that fight in you I want to see!”
My cries for release went unheard apparently, because a quick tearing noise and a roll of duct tape started unwinding on my face. She passed it around my head 10 times, each searingly tighter than the last. My bulging cheeks were squeezed inward and I was now thoroughly bound and gagged.
“Excellent… how do they taste my little jammer?”
She set down the tape and caressed my face with a coo. I shuddered and kept blushing, all my struggles grinding to a halt.
“gmmd…”
I mumbled into her socks which got a rich laugh from her.
“You finally cant speak. Youve always had a big mouth that Ive wanted to do this for so long! Now, lets get you ready for training!”
“WHNPH?!?”
I yelled into my gag, this was going to be a loooong night.
Hope you enjoyed reading! I honestly don't know if I can motivate myself to keep writing this particular story but let me know if you'd like to see the adventures of myself and Iris. If there's enough interest I should be able to keep this story going or write some other similar stories!
In simplified terms, on a derby team there are 4 blockers and one jammer. The jammer is the speedster and tries to make it around the track while the 4 blockers try to defend them and stop the opposing jammer as well. Given these roles, I happen to be our team’s jammer and Iris is one of our team’s best blockers. She’s smart, strong, and has a foot odor that could knock an elephant down. She’s taller than I, about 5’11” and has dark skin that accents her black tightly curled hair and equally black eyes. She’s not thin by any stretch of the imagination, but just because she doesnt necessarily look like an athlete doesnt mean she isnt one, and doesnt have a soul of fire and a burning desire to win.
All of that resulted in me developing quite the crush on her and I think she confirmed it when she noticed me staring a beat too long as she took off her skates after a match. She, in turn, had been caught staring at me as I was stretching before a match, so there’s very clearly something there. I just never thought it would culminate like this.
On a summer evening after a bout with our rival team, we unfortunately came away with a barely cinched defeat. I had cost us the match by staying on the ground a bit too long, and everyone on the team knew it, even if they didnt say anything. Pretty soon I was alone in the locker room, stretching and packing up my gym bag when Iris entered the room with me alone.
“Oh, hey Iris. I was just heading out. Heck of a match though.”
“Uh huh. Yeah it was, I couldnt help but notice that you felt it was ok to stay on the ground for so long after a little sweep of the legs.”
She folded her arms and I set my bag down, sliding over on the bench to be a bit closer. She was blocking the only exit.
“Yeah well.. Id taken a nasty hit to the gut earlier and…”
“Dont make excuses. You need better motivation and I’m here to provide it. Sit down, cause you’re in for a one on one training session.”
My face went red, training? Motivation? What was she talking about? I found my butt glued to the bench though.
“Since a part of your job as the jammer is to break free of stuff, I figure Id help you with that and provide some incentives to do so.”
From her bag she produced a shiny roll of duct tape, and I buried my face in one of my hands sheepishly. She was going to tie me up, and I was going to let her!
“I… uhm.. if you really think itll help me improve then—“
“Of course it help you, now hands behind your back!”
There was a playful note to her voice while I crossed my wrists behind me. She slinked behind the bench and straightened my wrists out, taping them together tightly and working her way up my arms. Soon from my wrists to my elbows were forced together in a tight tape armbinder.
“O-ow… do you really have to do it so tightly?”
“Sure do!”
Her voice was sunny again
“The tighter it is, the better youll get at wriggling out like a good little jammer”
“Yeah but shouldnt I practice first on a lower difficul— MMPH”
My criticism was cut off by a hand clamped over my mouth. It appeared she wasnt a big fan of my ideas.
“No more out of you until Im done taping, got it?”
I nodded slowly.
“Good boy.”
My face went even redder and she produced more rolls of tape and went to work. My arms were pinned to my waist and chest, restricting their movement even further. Then, she produced a pair of ankle socks and instructed me to hold them tightly, which I did without a fuss. Some more tight wraps around my hands and soon my fingers were reduced to mere silver stumps.
“Iris.. this is all a bit— mnnp!!”
She cut me off again. I had just broken her one rule.
“You cant listen to your team and you cant listen to me! I think its time for a little motivation to shut up and listen…”
My eyes widened as she went for her gym bag and I started to squirm a bit in my bonds, but I was trussed up tighter than a turkey.
“What are you doing?”
I tried to stand up but by then she was behind me and forced me back down, an arm across my chest and the other in a place I couldnt see.
“You really seemed to like my feet and socks, so I’m going to give it to you! Just like you’ve always wanted. Of course the reality might not meet your fantasy, but thats your problem not mine.”
She dangled a pair of purple calf high socks in front of my nose, and I could already smell them. They reeked of weeks of sweat and foot odor.
“Go on. Smell them tape boy, and tell me how they stink.”
I opened my mouth but they were quickly balled up and shoved against my nose. In a brief moment of genius i opened my mouth but her other hand shifted like lightning to clamp it shut, and I took a deep inhale through my nose.
This was one of the worst smelling things Ive ever smelled. It reeked of sweat, hard work, and the belief that she’d probably planned this all ago. I shook my head to try to free myself but she held tight, freeing me after what felt like an eternity.
“Iris… those stink so bad…”
I was gasping for fresh air and bent over slightly, hoping to stay out of her grasp.
“Yeah I bet they do huh. Taste almost as bad as defeat. Though you probably like that, its got feet in the name.”
Her voice, while stern, also had a note of happiness to it. I couldnt blame her, I was enjoying it too. Thankfully my compression shorts helped cover that sign up.
“You’ve made your point! Untie me and I promise I’ll—“
The socks were shoved into my face and they started to enter my mouth. I tried to shake my head, squirm my body, something! But my head was forced against her body behind me and soon enough she managed to pack them in there.
The taste was the first thing that hit me. It was salty and sweaty, but my tongue was buried so deep into them that it was all I was registering at the moment. Until the smell wafted up to my nose and I began to really struggle, squirming and bucking my hardest against the hand braced over my face.
“NNNNNN!! NMNPH LMPH MN GN NNN!!!!”
“Good! Youve got that fight in you I want to see!”
My cries for release went unheard apparently, because a quick tearing noise and a roll of duct tape started unwinding on my face. She passed it around my head 10 times, each searingly tighter than the last. My bulging cheeks were squeezed inward and I was now thoroughly bound and gagged.
“Excellent… how do they taste my little jammer?”
She set down the tape and caressed my face with a coo. I shuddered and kept blushing, all my struggles grinding to a halt.
“gmmd…”
I mumbled into her socks which got a rich laugh from her.
“You finally cant speak. Youve always had a big mouth that Ive wanted to do this for so long! Now, lets get you ready for training!”
“WHNPH?!?”
I yelled into my gag, this was going to be a loooong night.
Hope you enjoyed reading! I honestly don't know if I can motivate myself to keep writing this particular story but let me know if you'd like to see the adventures of myself and Iris. If there's enough interest I should be able to keep this story going or write some other similar stories!