the Knock-Out Gym III

"Knock-Out" Gym III  

When I came to , I realized I was below the ring.  My body was "hung" at balance on the small steps that was connecting the gym floor and the ring top.  I felt dizzy but strangely was not hurting, barred for a slight burning sensation around my cheek where a boxing glove had connected with me seconds ago.    

"Too early for you to throw in the towel cupcake. "  My opponent, the guy who punched me off the ring so mercilessly was standing over me, and taunting me. 

I was scared.   I tried to get away from him, but he was not going to let me go.   

Abruptly and confidently he tugged at my shirt and ripped it to shreds as he pulled my body against his.   He then flipped my body over and pressed me on hard to the row of gym lockers. 

With amazing efficiency, he ripped off all articles of garments from me.  He had also undone unnoticed to me his boxers.   In no time I found my self pressed firm between my opponents sweaty hot and muscular body and the cold and dirty rusted metal surface of the gym locker. 

I yelped, as before giving any moment for me to protest, he had pressed in further, stabbing me deep with his erect hot genital which was so accurately placed against my carnal opening.

"There you go!  Take it bitch!"  His words so unimaginative and crude, injured me deeply, while his thick hot meat cut into me like a hot metal rod being thrusted into a block of soft plastic, "AAAAHHGH!!"   I screamed.   The sensation was so intense. It felt like all my nerve endings were electricuted...

His pounding was relentless...  The sensation was like that of of being given blow after blow of heavy weight punches, deep at the base of my woman hood... I was done... the beating I took on the ring, and the beating I was taking by the man as I leaned against the hard locker doors was really knocking me out...

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Concept, Text, Photos, Actress - Hitomi Kotani (hitomi jinx)

Actor - My Alt

the Knock-Out Gym II

"Knock-Out" Gym II

I was shocked.    He hit me, actually!  His guard were accurate and his punch serious... it was good I had been working on my abs quite intensely recently, otherwise I may have spilled what I had for lunch on the ring. 

"Come on, gym-bunny!  Is that all you got?  Do you want to call it quits, or what?" 

The man taunted me.  

I was angry.  If I knew what was in store, I would have acted differently.   I would have expected his attack and not just let him give me the blow that easily.

At least, I thought that then.

I pulled my self up.  My eyes burning with lust for revenge.   The man stood there with a cocky grin.  I studied him and waited.  

"Haha, your done already? Or you wanting me to give you a much harder walloping first? Ah, may be you are one of those girl who like... "

He slowed down and lowered his guard. I rushed forward top speed  hoping to catch him off guard, 

He was clearly taken aback.  His body seem to have lost balance.  

I saw a slight panic in his eyes, his body swayed slightly. 

I was excited. 

(May be I can land my gloves on him this time to hurt.)

At least that was what I thought.  

But, how wrong could I have been...

I felt nothing connecting with my glove.   Instead, something hit me hard on my chin. 

My feet was no longer on the ground, 

my head had been knocked back violently.

I was airborne for a short while, then I landed harshly on the ring mat.

I was down.  He got me.   I felt so weak, and broken.   The man looked down on me with a sinister smile... "Your not giving up... I will not let you."  He was coming towards me, forcing me to take more of his blows, and to give me more beating... 

Suddenly, I was scared. He should have been able to see me visibly shaking.. 

"No... No,  this is enough... please...!!"   I heard myself begging with trembling voice. 

"Sorry honey, but once started, your training does not end till its completed."  

The man grabbed my by my hair and pulled me up.  I was terrified to even think of what would follow.  

He took a pose and told me with a theatric mockery.  

 
"We take our program serious here at Knock-Out.  And yes we really mean it!" 

I saw him swing his right arm back.  My body was frozen and I stood there still... I was just able to closed my eyes as I braced myself for impact. 

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Concept, Text, Photos, Actress - Hitomi Kotani (hitomi jinx)

Actor - My Alt

The Tacher's Pet

 The Teacher's Pet

It was the first time to be featured in an art exhibition.  A gallery funded by a famous star had invited me to put some of my art.   I had worked on them with zest and was happy seeing my work being exhibited on the white tall walls of the exhibition hall. 

The event was successful, and quite a few people came to see.   I stayed in front of my work and explained them to the on commers.   After a while though, there were times when I became less busy.  I took the opportunity to wonder around the gallery. 

Seeing the fellow exhibitors' works was a humbling experience.  As I expected, they were good, and there were so much I could learn from. 

As I was returning back to my exhibition area, one large painting, a self portrait of a fellow artist caught my eyes...   I realized, I knew the man...  or may be the man looked so much like...     "Professor Michaels..."     Yes, it has to be!    He did tell me he enjoyed painting and photography.   It had to be him. 

Professor Michaels was my supervisor for teaching license program in University. 

He was an extremely handsome man with great build.   I had a crush on him from the first day when I saw him.   I remember feeling so uplifted when I had an audience with him, and how my hart pounded when I was heading to his office for a one on one meeting. 

Seeing him, albeit thru a piece of art had transported me in my imagination, to the nearby high school we had the training.... The school I understand is now shut, and the class room was in a dilapidated state.  It was dark and the scattered chairs were lighted only by the moon...   

I was standing alone, then I heard a light yet firm footstep behind me...

"Professor Michaels?"  I tried to turn, but felt strong hand grab my waist then push my back, hard, forcing my torso on to one of the desks...  

I looked back, Professor Michaels silenced me with his gaze.  With his other hand, he lifted my skirt.

I was getting so excited, I wiggled my bottom to help him rid of the small fabric.

He then started tracing the curves of my exposed bottom... so lightly, so gently, yet with clear intent to drive me out of my mind...  His touch was so sensual.  I was moaning loudly and begging for mercy.  

I was an inch away from sensual rapture when he suddenly flipped my body around.  

He grabbed my legs, and pulled them wide apart.  The act, so powerful and swift, alone almost made me explode in passion...   Feeling him press the fly of his flannel suit trousers onto my now soaked knickers, I could not stop begging for him to take me at the site...  

The next moment,  I felt him rip off my blouse... and manhandle my naked body.

I was taken from behind like a bitch that I am... Him showing no mercy, pounding me from behind, showing who the teacher is... and how naive and immature I am.

"And in this room, we have the established artist Jack Michaels, and the up and coming artist Hitomi Kotani. I think you can meet Hitomi in person who is...!!!"

("coming", someone joked)

"Hitomi!!  No!!   Please every one, can you excuse us..." 

I heard a familiar voice of the gallery staff shout at me and the sound of the heavy exhibition room door shutting.  

I came out of my revery just to find myself in an inexplicable state. 

I apologized to the embarrassed and upset staff over and over, though I was grinning internally.   

Now I know, it's time for me to go visit Professor Michales!

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Performed by  - Jack Michaels (@jackfmichaels.resident) and Hitomi Kotani

Story and Camera - Hitomi Kotani

Special Thanks to Holst & Holst Gallery team as seeing Jack's work at the February exhibition had pushed my back to contact him and propose the shoot. Thank you. 

The Knock-Out Gym I.

"Knock-Out" Gym

I run, do yoga, and push waits routinely.   As a model and actress who tend to show quite a bit of skin, keeping fit is part of my job.  I wanted to try something different though, and that was why I visited this exclusive gym.  

The gym was known to offer a unique combination of coached free weight training and bespoke set of program to suit the clients` need.  It was established by an ex boxing champion. 

It had great reputation for being able to fulfill anyone's dream. 

In the swanky building, I was greeted by the gym's manager Mack, who explained to me the philosophy behind their offering, and who walked thru with me to build the most appropriate program that will suit my requirements.  He agreed, if I was asking for it, I should try something that will push my limits hard.     

 

Once we put my program together, Mack smiled and said, "Hitomi.  I hope you will be satisfied with this, but if you need more, let us know.  We will bend over backwards to satisfy you.   Mack then said it is their tradition to give each client's course a unique name.    "We should call your course, "Weight and Box - Super Masochist ".  

We both started laughing but agreed that this was an apt name. 

In a completely private gym area, with me as the only client, A young female coach took me thru the free weight routine.   She stood by me and gave me convincing and effective instruction on the "Correct" free and self-weight training.  

She watched over and corrected me, but midway, she was called on an errand and left me alone in the gym.   I had noticed then that the lights in the gym had become slightly dim.   The gym, though being part of an exclusive expensive club looked a bit run down, with stains on the fall and floor.  The equipment around me were sufficient but were also a bit weathered. 

"So how's the weight dear? Shall I put more on for you??"  suddenly a booming voice yelled at me with a cocky tone.   Stunned, I looked up from the weight bench and saw a well built man in shorts was standing right by me.  He was looking up and down my body rudely.  (Is he a staff or another client?) I wondered, though a bit annoyed by his attitude.  

"you look a bit upset... come on, just concentrate on the weights, otherwise you would hurt yourself."    By that time, I was pushing a set of weights as heavy as I could lift.   I had to push really hard to get the bar back to the catch as the may was breaking my concentration.   Exhaling all remaining air in my lungs, I lifted the weight hard.  With that much stress, I could not stop emitting a cry as I pushed the weight back.  

"HUAAAA! ....Ahhhhagh!"  

Just about when I got the bar back to its resting position, the man rubbed up my inner thigh with his finger tip!  The bar lost balance in my hands and almost came down on my chest, if the man did not grab the center with his other hand, and so lightly lifted it off from me, putting it back on the bench.    

I was embarrassed and angry. I knew I should have been staring at him so hard. 

"Haha, that's the spirit!  Come box with me little girl.   I will reduce you to pulp!"  

Ok, he is the coach.   His attitude was appalling, which fueled my anger even more. 

I donned a pair of boxing gloves and faced him on the ring.  "Come on kitten, bring on all you got."  He sounded so cocky.   I've been shadow boxing in other gyms so I was not a stranger to throwing punches.    

"You will regret this!"  Shouting at him, with resolve to land my best punch on his tattoo covered torso, I rushed towards him.  

I thought I got him. 

He seemed slow to react. 

In my mind I imagined my glove crashing in to his muscular build.  

I was so wrong....

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Concept, Text, Photos, Actress - Hitomi Kotani (hitomi jinx)

Actor - My Alt-s.

Taming the Big Beast

 with Daimaju Claws

You may have seen his work on Flickr.   Daimaju who's name in Japanese means the Great Mystic Beast, or a Great Demonic Beast, is a great artist, and he also have proven to be a great lover. 

I came to know Dimaju a few years back.   He always is gentle and courteous.   At least at the beginning of our encounter... 

But soon the passionate side overtakes...

The desire ignites, and burns both of us over...

He is an expert lover... driving me wild, making me lose...

 

...all control.   

He so gently hold me and assure my safety after the climax.  I feel so safe with him... or, should I really??  May be he actually is a beast from Hell?

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Actor and  Actress - Daimaju Claws (@daimaju.clowes) , Hitomi Kotani (hitomi jinx)

Solo pleasure...2

Practicing again, but I hope you find this sexy enough...

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Directed and starred by Hitomi Kotani

First movie EVER!!!

 

An experiment.      

Trying out something new.   It is a couple minutes of nothing happening!  

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Directed and starred by Hitomi Kotani