Synopsis: Oil tycoon Theo Harrison has it all—boats, jets, and massive properties around the world. He spends most of his time, however, residing at his Dubai-based complex. Not only is it his largest and most technically advanced abode, but it also features a uniquely skilled staff of 12 stunningly beautiful women, each dedicated solely to keeping Theo sexually content at all times. To maximize efficiency and proficiency, each woman is responsible for a specific room—and thereby, a specific part of Theo's day. These are the stories of the Dubai Dozen, room by room.

Previously: Chapter 3: Breakfast in Tiffany

Chapter 4: Training with the Twins

Irina checks herself in the mirror, making sure her corset is giving her breasts as much help as possible, not that they need it. She takes a deep breath. She's much more stable in the stiletto boots than she was when she started nearly a year ago. Glancing at the mirror again, she appreciates the tight leather gloves, and an even tighter blond pony tail, rounding out her intimidating facade. For just an instant, she forgets that she too is a prisoner.

Anya, on the other hand, never has any such delusions. Curled up at Irina's feet, her latex-encased body hasn't seen the light of day since she entered the house. Her mouth, which is the only exposed body part, is held painfully open by a ring gag. Straps outside the latex keep her arms and legs completely bent over. All Anya can really do is stumble blindly around on her elbows and knees, just waiting for a dick to suddenly be shoved down her throat.

Irina kicks Anya sharply in the ribs as Theo walks into the gym, and Anya quickly struggles onto her permanently-bruised knees and elbows. Irina heard the breakfast commotion from the other side of the complex, and isn't surprised to see Theo still shaky-legged from his orgasm. He barely glances at the women, but signals Irina to start the routine. With that, Irina unhooks a cane from the wall and strides back to the innocently-waiting Anya. Theo has now stepped outside, and is visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows preparing to dive into the pool for his warmup laps. He probably can't see or hear what's happening inside, but Irina knows better than to take the chance. She winds up, and slams he cane across Anya's defenseless ass. If Theo hadn't heard that crack, he definitely heard the blood-curdling scream of pain that followed it.

It had all hinged on a coin flip. Theo, who had just "won" the sisters—twins, in fact— in a high-stakes poker game, announced that one of them would be his personal trainer, and the other would be his "workout gimp." No sooner had the unceremonial coin toss come to a rest, tails-up, that Anya was dragged away. That was the last time Irina and Anya had truly soon each other, despite spending every morning together since. The latex suit is so airtight that Irina can sometimes convinces herself that it isn't even Anya. But deep down, she knows the screams she's inducing sound exactly like her own.

By the time Theo towels off and comes back into the gym, Irina has completed the 15 stroke warmup: 5 on the ass, 5 on the tits, and 5 at random across Anya's body. Although Theo didn't hear the strikes from the pool, he can easily see from Anya's body—still shuddering with sobs of pain—that Irina had not held back. As he throws the towel to the corner, Theo nods to Irina: "Ok, let's get this workout started."

Pushups: Irina uses her cane and boot to forcefully prod Anya over to a shallow cavity in the gym floor. Rolling onto her back and splaying our her knees and elbows, Anya is able to make the top of her body flush with the floor. Theo promptly assumes a push-up position above her such that his crotch is aligned with her ring-gagged mouth. Once he's in position, Irina gives a much lighter flick of the cane to Theo's ass: "Down!" He lowers himself to the floor, and his semi-erect dick into Anya's helpless mouth. With each push-up, his dick becomes a bit harder, and soon Anya is audibly gagging with each impaling of her throat. After 33 reps, Theo starts to slow, but Irina urges him on with another light caning. "Come on you pussy," she snears at Theo. "Fuck that whore's throat like you mean it!"

Sit ups: Theo, already glossy in sweat, rolls onto his back and assumes a sit-up position. Simultaneously, Irina grabs Anya by her collar, and drags her between Theo's legs. Each time Theo sits up, Irina rewards him by pushing Anya's head onto his dick with her heel. As he leans back to the floor, Irina releases the pressure, allowing Anya to gasp some air before Theo's next rep. He's supposed to do 100 reps, but pauses after 70 to catch his breath. Unfortunately for Anya, this means she can do exactly the opposite. Theo's final 10 reps are agonizingly slow, and Irina's boot applies pressure at the same rate. By the time he reaches 100, Anya is clearly losing consciousness, but a few full-forced canings to her ass bring her back to life real quick.

Rows: Irina kicks, canes, and drags a dazed Anya over to the cable machine. There, she grabs the carabiner dangling from the cable, and clicks it to metal loop protruding from Anya's cleavage. Under the latex and attached to this latch, nylon loops tightly encircle Anya's tits. In addition to making her breasts more prominent, this provides a single anchor point by which Anya can be completely suspended by her tits. As soon as the cable is engaged, Theo pulls the handles in his seated row, and lifts a writhing Anya into the air. With each of his 10 reps, Anya bounces and swings and screams helplessly at the other end of the cable. With Theo's warmup complete, Irina picks up a 30 lb weight and clips it to yet another hook on Anya's suit. This hook connects to a thin metal cable which runs over a belt around Anya's waist, through her legs, and connects to the back of the same belt. Hence, when Theo starts his second set, not only are her breasts holding 30 lbs more of weight, but her pussy is nearly cut in half by the tension on her crotch cable. For the final set, Irina also adds 3lbs to each hook over Anya's nipples which, she assumes, connect to nipple piercings. Around rep #8, Anya's garbled screams abruptly stop, as does her struggling. Theo dutifully finishes his last two reps, finally releasing the handle with a "whoop!" and hardly notices Anya's unconscious body crash to the floor.

Heavy bag: After reviving Anya with smelling salts, Irina drags her twin to the corner for the final exercise. She can't help but silently cry as she pulls a canvas sack around Anya's battered body, and hoists it via pulleys toward the ceiling. Theo finishes wrapping his hands, and pulls on his MMA sparring gloves. Irina's heart sinks as she sees that he's skipped the foam shin guards, but she keeps a stoic face as she starts the round: "Begin!" With every punch and kick to the "punching bag", Irina can see Anya's obscured form convulse, and hear her sister's muffled cries from inside the bag. When Irina announces 10 seconds remaining, Theo unleashes a flurry of punches, and finishes with a round house kick that probably catches Anya somewhere in the stomach. On some level, Irina is relieved that she's never allowed to see the true state of Anya's body after these daily workouts.

Massage: Leaving her nearly-unconscious sister dangling from the ceiling, Irina follows Theo back to the locker room. He starts face-down on the massage table, and Irina works in the oil with her hands and elbows deep into his shoulders, back, and legs. Sticking to her prescribed persona, Irina admonishes Theo for is groans of pain, and even slaps his ass lightly as punishment. Of course, she knows she should never actually inflict any pain. He turns over so that she can work his quads and chest, and eventually slides her hands down to his semi-erect dick. Now his groans don't sound painful at all, and Irina has him rock hard in no time.

Five minutes into a vigorous hand job, she's pretty sure Theo could cum, but she isn't surprised when he pulls her hands off his throbbing dick. He rarely likes to cum with two girls in a row, and he probably still hasn't fully refilled his balls from breakfast. He gives Irina's tit a playful squeeze, officially ending their trainer/trainee charade for the day. Then out of nowhere, he says "You know, those rows were pretty easy. Let's bump up the extra weight to 40 pounds tomorrow." Irina nods, not trusting her voice as tears well in her eyes.